Diaper Demo: Chapter 2
“What a shy baby girl…or boy?”
“Awww…any baby who dresses like that definitely wants to be a girl.”
“Over here, baby! Wave to mama!”
The glass barrier did little to mask the voices of those standing in attendance. Hiding under the crib like a petulant child, AJ refused to acknowledge the peanut gallery who had gathered around to tease him non-stop. The staring was one thing but the constant taunts were just too much. Having been diapered and dressed like a sissy for the first time in his life, this was beyond mortifying. “If I survive this, I’m never not reading the contract ever again,” he mumbled, still kicking himself for bypassing every potential warning sign. No wonder they were $50,000 just to sit in here for a week.
“BABIES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY UNDER THE CRIB. COME ON OUT BABY BOY OR I WILL HAVE TO EXTRACT YOU.”
Not wanting to find out if this thing had a punishment system, AJ crawled out from under the crib, much to the delight of the crowd around him. Balling up his fists, he could feel his tear ducts starting to activate as the voice from outside only grew stronger and more obscene. Couldn’t they tell that this was torture for him?
Avoiding eye contact with the viewing portion of the room, AJ began to wander around the nursery space. He wasn’t particularly curious to see what a modern nursery had in store for him. Moreso, it was the boredom that got to him. There was literally nothing in this room that would hold an adult’s attention for longer than a few minutes. And he’d be damned if he was going to play with baby toys while dressed like this. His dignity wouldn’t allow it.
Beyond the basics that AJ had already discovered upon entering, there was a display table stationed near the glass window that held various CrissBaby products. From laxatives and enema kits to pacifiers and sex toys, this table held practically everything a Little would need to have the time of their lives. For AJ, however, these items were merely a reminder of why he was clearly put here in the first place; to hawk ABDL stuff to an indignant public. Well, the joke was on the company that put him up to this because he wasn’t going to use a single one of these products…or at least that’s what he thought at first.
That’s when AJ saw it. Positioned in the center of the table was a device that he was all too familiar with. It was the exact same chastity cage that had been placed on him by those dreaded mechanical arms when he first entered, and it appeared to be the primary product on display. “New! The CrissBaby Buzzy Baby Training Cage! Now available in eight different colors!” His heart dropped as he gazed at the dinky cage as if its central place on the table served solely as a symbol of what had been done to him. Having seen enough, he backed away from the display table, retreating to the playpen where he proceeded to sit on his ass and stare at the wall. They were paying him to be here, not to be entertaining.
Sadly, as the day rolled on, his silent protest did little to discourage his eager audience, who were more than happy to praise him for playing in his playpen like a good baby. By midday, the only solace he had was that the initial crowd had mostly dispersed after the excitement of his grand reveal finally subsided, leaving only a few passersby to mock him. Still, he had a feeling that things would pick up once lunchtime rolled around and all the working stiffs went on break. Speaking of lunchtime…
“IT’S TIME FOR LUNCH, SISSY BABY.”
A chill instantly shot up AJ’s spine as his mind went wild trying to conceive what lunch in this place would entail. Surely, they wouldn’t make him eat baby food, right?
On the far side of the room next to the changing table, two panels opened up to let a high chair out from the wall. A pair of mechanical arms swooped down to ferry the feeding chair to the center of the room, making it clear that feeding time would be quite the spectacle for anyone in attendance.
Unsurprisingly, once the high chair was in place, the arms turned their attention to AJ. Knowing what was coming, he tried to stand up to demonstrate that he could walk to the chair on his own. His display of independence went unnoticed by the arms, though, as they quickly plucked him off of the ground anyway. “I can walk myself!” he shouted to no avail as he was plopped into the comfy seat and secured in place by a trey locking into place.
“FOOD WILL BE PREPARED SHORTLY. ADMINISTERING BIB AND RESTRAINTS.”
Before AJ even had time to contemplate what the machine meant by restraints, a pair of white-gloved hands latched onto him and forced his arms straight up. He tried to pull away but his efforts were in vain as another set of hands quickly looped a cloth bib around his neck with the words, “Messy Lil’ Eater,” written boldly in its center. That was the least of his concerns though, as immediately after the bib was in place, a pair of metal bracelets were placed on his wrists. The hands then released him, leaving him baffled by his latest accessories. Why had this room placed a set of metal cuffs on his wrists? The bracelets weren’t attached to anything that would hold him in place and they certainly weren’t uncomfortable, as the bands were sized perfectly for his forearms.
As AJ pondered the curious actions of this mechanical nursery, the nursery itself was busy finishing the preparations for his scrumptious lunch. A pair of arms soon carried two bowls across the room, placing them on the tray for AJ to see. He winced as sure enough, he was presented with a bowl of green mush and a bowl of orange mush, which he could only assume were peas and carrots. “I’m not going to enjoy this,” he said to himself as he collected his thoughts around the $50,000 prize waiting for him at the end of all this. Raising his fist to the ceiling, he cursed the nursery, refusing to let its tactics get to him, “First thing I’m buying when I get out of this is a big, juicy steak! Do you hear me?!”
The machine, in fact, did hear him. It just didn’t really give much thought to the words of a babbling baby. Instead, the machine removed his paci gag before a lone arm dropped down with a spoon in hand and quickly scooped up a big bite for AJ. “OPEN WIDE. HERE COMES THE CHOO-CHOO TRAIN,” it said in its usual monotonous fashion. Couldn’t they install the nursery with a voice that’s actually comforting?
Looking down at the mush-filled spoon, AJ instantly moved to cover his mouth with his hands, turning away from the arm altogether. While starving wasn’t the greatest alternative, it was definitely preferable when compared to eating whatever this slop was. They’d have to pry his arms open and lock his head in place if they wanted him to obey them. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the nursery planned on doing.
“SUBJECT IS NONCOMPLIANT. ACTIVATING MAGNETIC RESTRAINTS.”
All of a sudden, AJ felt a tugging sensation pull on his wrists. Only this time, it wasn’t the mechanical arms doing it. Instead, it was the bracelets that had been placed on him only minutes ago. He tried to keep them pressed to his mouth but soon the gravitational pull became too strong to resist. His arms slammed down onto the high chair’s tray, locked in place by a pair of industrial magnets. Jerking his arms back and forth, he found that he couldn’t get the bracelets to budge so much as an inch, leaving his ability to turn his head away as his final line of defense.
AJ’s persistent stubbornness prompted two arms to rise up from the floor, one of them grabbing his jaw and forcing it forward and the other pinching his nose close, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. This opened him up for the first of what was to be many bites. Feeling the spoon enter his mouth, he braced himself for what was surely going to be one of the grossest flavor experiences of his life.
However, as the orange mush landed on his tongue, AJ was shocked to discover that it actually wasn’t half bad. It was kind of sweet and kind of savory but not in an unpleasant way. As he relaxed and took in his second bite, the arms that held his head in place backed off and allowed him to regain a bit of his autonomy so long as he played along.
Lunch pressed on as AJ did his best to work through the two large bowls of baby food, all while an ever-growing crowd of people gathered to observe his feeding with fervent adoration. They’re cooing only encouraged him to eat faster, wanting to be freed from his front and center position as soon as possible. Regrettably, he was forced to slow down near the end as he began to get uncomfortably full. “No mo, pwea-mmmmf!” he said, failing to get the machine to stop before his mouth was once again filled. By the time he swallowed the last bite, his body had gone limp, too stuffed to hold himself upright.
“FEEDING COMPLETE. PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE PUT AWAY YOUR DISHES, LITTLE ONE.”
A sense of victory filled AJ’s lungs as he watched the empty bowls float away from him. If he could survive that, perhaps this week wouldn’t be so bad. At least, that’s what he thought until a sudden, familiar tightness in his bladder caused him to remember his diapered status. Looking around the room frantically, he groaned as the nursery didn’t even have so much as a training potty for him to spare the last shreds of his dignity with.
Knowing that he couldn’t hold out forever, AJ decided to rip the bandaid off and just get it over with. Since the arms were going to have to let him out of the high chair anyway, there was a chance they’d change him immediately after anyway. Closing his eyes, he did his best to block out the voices of those around him and focus on pushing his bladder. It took a few tries but eventually, he managed to envision a real toilet well enough to break through his years of potty training. Feeling his diaper growing warm and swelling up between his legs was certainly an interesting experience, to say the least. Though, it certainly wasn’t one he’d be repeating once this was all over. He sighed as the weight in his bladder subsided.
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AJ’s relaxation didn’t last long as, without warning, the cage that his pride and joy were locked within began to vibrate in a distinctly pleasurable way. He arched his neck back and dug his claws into the high chair table. “W-What’s going on?!”
TO BE CONTINUED…