Naughty Nursery Nightmare, Pt. 1

Walking through the hallways of the CrissBaby Factory, Ryan was cursing his bad luck. He’d only recently begun working as a nighttime security guard, and he’d already become the target of ridicule due to his smaller stature. Not only that, but they loved to send him on the spookiest route in the factory, through the storage warehouses. They weren’t haunted or anything, just creepy as hell. 

Making things worse for Ryan was the fact that he had ordered in for dinner today and was about to dig into his glorious pizza when his boss threw him out to fill in for someone else. He’d tried to tell him that he was on break, but his boss didn’t really seem to care too much. He was always a prick. 

Regardless, if Ryan didn’t want to sulk his way back to the temp agency, he’d need to follow orders, even if they were bullshit. At least this path wasn’t super lengthy, so his dinner wouldn’t wait too long for him. He took a sip of his coffee, which had his badge wrapped around it. He hated to take it on and off between rooms, so he found it much easier to keep it in hand so he could save himself a few precious seconds at a time. 

BEEP BEEP “ACCESS GRANTED” 

Taking another sip from his caffeinated beverage, Ryan entered Warehouse 13, aka, the Reject Room, the final stop on his route. He plugged his nose, knowing how fowl this warehouse smelled. It was next to the Dirty Diaper Depository, so there was never a time when this room wasn’t absolutely rank. He speed-walked his way through a cavern filled with failed ideas and scrapped projects as quickly as he could, hoping to spend no longer here than he had to. 

While the Reject Room wasn’t its formal name, it became synonymous with the facility pretty quickly as the discarded project ideas and bizarre inventions started to pile up inside of its walls. There were simple fetish things like diapers that never made it out of the mock-up phase, to outrageously unorthodox stuff, like a straight jacket that tightened the more you struggled. The obvious safety hazards and risks for something like that were just too numerous to count. 

Ryan and his buddies had spent a fair share of time exploring this room to see what fantastical ideas were dreamed up by the CrissBaby engineers. There was certainly a lot of fun to be had exploring the Reject Room, but at the present, he had little interest in digging around. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to finish his rounds and return to his glorious dinner. 

However, as Ryan turned to make his exit, he came across a device that had been tucked away in the previously empty rear corner of the room. Only this wasn’t just a device. It was practically a room of its own. A large, rectangular box with a giant glass window on its front now occupied the once-vacant area. His curiosity got the better of him and, in spite of his growing hunger, he decided to take a quick peek. The other guys had yet to see this yet, so maybe he could prank one of them with it the next time they came down here. 

Now up close, Ryan was able to see what the spacious structure was. In bright, pink letters on its side were the words, The CrissBaby Auto-Nursery Deluxe, and one look inside told him the place was as advertised. Behind the window was a massive adult baby nursery, with all of the essential nursery needs included. There were cribs, changing tables, and a humongous playpen filled with toys and plushies. It even had its own built-in kitchen. All of these features were accompanied by a series of metal arms with white, gloved hands that hung down from the ceiling. Various tracks allowed the arms the move about freely throughout the nursery. 

Ryan walked up to the control panel and looked at all the unlabeled buttons, completely unaware of what any of them did. Beneath the panel was a mess of exposed wires, which wasn’t surprising, given that anything that wound up in here was a prototype. He set his coffee and badge down on the side of the slanted panel and pressed a few buttons to see if the nursery would react in any way, failing to notice that his coffee and the badge were slowly sliding down the smooth, metallic surface. However, as he continued pushing buttons, nothing seemed to happen. He scoffed, assuming the machine must’ve been deactivated. At least it gave him free rein to peek inside. 

Scanning the exterior, Ryan spotted a lone entryway. He promptly threw open the sliding glass door, entering a small chamber that was separated from the rest of the nursery. He tried to open the second door but found he was unable to pry it open by force. “What a bust!” He said, a bit peeved that the new invention was a complete bust. 

Ryan went to leave but was stopped as the door behind him was no longer open. He didn’t even remember closing it, so it must’ve swung shut behind him on its own. He shouted for help and banged on the glass, but it was obvious from the start that no one was anywhere close enough to hear him. 

Meanwhile, Ryan was unaware that his coffee and badge were creeping dangerously close to the edge of the panel. With nothing to stop it, the coffee tipped over, causing it to fall to the floor and explode all over the exposed wiring. Simultaneously, his badge snagged against the big on-switch that Ryan had failed to see. 

Suddenly, all the lights in both the nursery, as well as the adjacent chamber that Ryan was in, turned on. A robotic voice sounded off overhead, “HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE CRISSBABY AUTO-NURSERY. SCANNING.” 

A beam of light shined down on Ryan, causing him to jump. He continued to scream, “Help! Someone get me out of here!” However, there was no one nearby to answer his cries. He’d be stuck here until someone realized he went missing. 

“SCANNING COMPLETE. NEW ENTRY DETECTED. PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, STATUS, AND GENDER.” said the machine, its cheery tone getting on Ryan’s last nerve. 

Grumbling, Ryan shouted, “I’m not a new entry! I’m not even a baby! Just let me go!” 

The machine lights flickered all around Ryan, he looked over to the control panel, which was sparking like crazy. Before he could say anything, the machine responded, “ERRRRORrrrr! UNABLE VE-VE-VE-RIFY. SYNCING CURRENT HEIGHT AND WEIGHT WITH PREVIOUS NURSERY SETTINGS. NAME: CRISSIE. STATUS: INFANT. GENDER: FEMALE.” 

“What?!” yelled Ryan. This machine wasn’t serious, right? I didn’t actually think he was a one-year-old girl or something, right? 

Ryan would soon find out just how serious the auto-nursery was. In the blink of an eye, the glass shield that separated him from the rest of the nursery slid open, allowing for at least a dozen mechanical arms to reach in and grab him. “WELCO-BA-BACK, CRISSIE, AND PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY. YOUR-UR PARENT AND/OR GUARDIAN WILL SIGN YOU OUT THI-THI-THI- AFTERNOON.” 

“W-What parent or...HEY!” Ryan fought back against his mechanical foes, presenting very little challenge as the machine stripped him of his working attire until he was fully nude. His face was beet red as he was now naked inside of the most infantile room he’d ever seen in his life. 

A look from outside the window did this place no justice. The interior was a puffy, pastel nightmare. Every surface, from the floors to the walls and even the hands of the mechanical arms, was covered in a plushie fabric that gave it the consistency of a stuffed animal. To an ABDL, this room would’ve been a cozy, plush paradise. To Ryan, who was assigned this job by a temp agency, this was the most horrific experience of his life.  

Ryan’s fully nude body was whisked away towards a changing table and forced to lie down on top of it. He instantly tried to roll off, but more hands were on stand-by to catch him each time.  He was so focused on getting off the table that he had failed to register the large diaper ominously moving towards him. The machine lifted his legs up in the air and slid the crinkly garment under his butt. 

The moment his tushy made contact with the disposable nappy. All the fight he had within himself deserted his body. The machine couldn’t be beaten with brute strength. With no hope, he decided to switch tactics, “P-please let me go! I don’t want this! I’m not a-MMMMMFF!” 

The auto-nursery was through listening to Ryan’s grown-up talk, shoving a large, pink pacifier between his lips. “SU-SUCH A FUSSY B-BABY! HEHE-USSY BABY! HEHEHE! ADMINISTERING CASTOR OIL.” 

“HMMM MMMM!” shouted Ryan as his torso was tilted upward. A spoon filled with the thick, foul-tasting liquid was pushed up close to his face. He knew he had to be quick as soon as the machine plucked the pacifier from his mouth. If he could purse his lips shut hard enough, maybe he could avoid the nursery’s cruel punishment. 

Unfortunately, one thing Ryan didn’t calculate was that the back of his binky would open up, allowing for feeding to take place through a small hole in his pacifier. His eyes went wide as the castor oil was poured into the hole of his paci gag, instantly filling his mouth as he twisted his tongue around to avoid as much of the gross stuff as possible. Sadly, it wound up coating his paci in the disgusting flavor, forcing him to taste it long after it was administered. 

The machine laid Ryan back down, reminding him that the castor oil was the least of his worries. One of the gloves picked up the bottle of baby lotion, displaying its first major flaw. Clumsiness. Despite this machine's other-worldly capabilities, the hands had trouble performing precise tasks, made obvious as the robotic arm tried and failed several times before it was able to grasp the lotion bottle firmly. If only the spoon had been so inaccurate. 

Held firmly in its grasp, the robotic arm ferried over the bottle of baby lotion, tipping it upside down and proceeding to squeeze out nearly half the bottle onto his crotch. The cold caused goosebumps throughout his body. However, the frigid sensation was soon replaced by the soft, plushy hands massaging the lotion into his skin. Despite how horrified he was, he was powerless to halt his body's natural reaction. His cock rose to attention, made even worse as one of the hands gripped his shaft the stroked it up and down to ensure maximum coverage. 

“PRE-CUM DETECTED. EJACULATION EMINENT. NURSERY SET TO EROTIC PLAY.” 

“Wha?” was all Ryan could mutter out before the machine took his hard-on into its own gloved hands. No longer just rubbing in the lotion, the robotic hand mercilessly started to masturbate for him. His legs squirmed about on the changing table, his hips bucking against the spongy glove of the machine. 

Meanwhile, Ryan’s brain was on fire. Why would a robotic baby nursery be able to detect pre-cum? He knew this place made stuff for adults, but an adult baby robotic nursery?! Even that seemed far-fetched for CrissBaby. And yet, here he was, getting jacked off by a ruthless machine. 

Ryan moaned as he suddenly hit his point of no return. A small hole opened up in the center of the glove, pushing itself over his pointed member, “GO AHEAD, LITTLE ONE. TIME TO MAKE STICKIES.” As much as he wanted to resist, there was no stopping what was cumming. He unloaded his seed into the machine, his breath heightening as he climaxed. 

The semen that Ryan let out into the mouth of the hand went into a clear tube that shot upward into the ceiling. He puzzled over what on Earth the machine might be doing with his spunk, but he didn’t have much time to ponder as a new hand, just as unstable as the first, came over to him with a bottle of baby powder. He whimpered as the hand dumped heaping amounts onto his penis and pelvis, before lifting up his legs and hitting his butt with a plethora of fresh-smelling dust. He sneezed with so much of it floating in the air. 

“BABY CRISSIE MADE HAPPY SQUIRTIES. APPLYING NEW MEASUREMENT.” 

A singular robot hand came out with a ruler and held it next to Ryan’s now deflated dick. His heart throbbed at what the machine could have in store for him. 

“PHALLUS HAS BEEN DEEMED TOO SMALL FOR STANDARD EROTIC PLAY. AGE HAS BEEN ALERTED FROM INFANT TO NEWBORN. ADMINISTERING ANAL PLUG.”  

Ryan’s blood went cold. “HMMM?!” was all he could manage to get out before he saw the large, black, and rubber booty toy headed straight for his tight hole. And with everything all lotioned up, the machine didn’t even need to apply lube. With one fluid motion, the auto-nursery inserted a butt plug into Ryan’s bottom, causing him to moan with an odd mixture of arousal and pain as the plug settled into place. His limp cock, exhausted from the workout it just had, throbbed back to attention as the plug pressed against his prostate. The fact that somehow all of this was turning him on only added to the immense humiliation he was feeling. And he still hadn’t forgotten the small penis comment that the machine had made, which only bruised his pride more. 

Finally, the diaper that had been shoved under Ryan’s bottom was folded over top of him. He winced as his sensitive penis was tucked inside of the snug-fitting diaper, along with the plug, which wedged itself in further thanks to newly applied pressure from his rear. Funny enough, he wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with what it felt like to wear a CrissBaby diaper. Everyone had to spend their first week at work diapered to prove they didn’t need them. Needless to say, it was probably the most mortifying weeks of his life, and he was not excited to find out the insane levels of teasing he would receive once they found him in here like this. 

However, more sparks flew as the machine sealed the final tape of his diaper into place. Lights pulsed all around the facility. He crossed his fingers in hopes that the machine would fry its own motherboard and power down. Sadly, he had no idea that his situation was about to go from bad to worse. 

“EEEERRROROR! NO DIAPER DETECTED. PROCEEDING WITH REDIAPERING.” 

Ryan’s butt was once again lifted up as another diaper was placed under him. “I’b alweady diabewed! Shtawp id!” he shouted from behind his pacifier. The machine was either not listening or didn’t care, though, as it proceeded to lotion up his newly taped diaper before adding even more powder and sealing it on. The thickness of another diaper only served to nuzzle the plug further inside of him, forcing him to wheeze pleasurably. He tested wiggling his butt, finding how heavy and restrictive it was to move.  

“ERROR! NO DI-DI-ER DETECTED. PROCEEEEEEEEEEE REDIAPERING.” 

“MMMMMM!” screamed Ryan as the process repeated itself multiple times, each one further cementing his status and tarnishing his fragile male ego. He’d let himself cry if the thought didn’t make him feel like an even bigger baby. Finally, after five diapers were secured onto his hips, he was given some good news. 

“ERROR! DIAPER CANNO-NO-NO BE SECURED. PROCESSING SOLUTION.” 

Ryan kicked up and down, stopping only to accommodate the anal toy invading his rectum. “NNNMMM MMMMHHH!” he yelled as boisterously as he could, hoping the machine would sense his displeasure and take alternative action. However, much like everything else that had led up to his point, the machine didn’t care that he was unhappy.  

“NEW OPENING DETECT-EC-EC-ED!” 

Fear hit Ryan like a bus as the machine targeted his feeble hands. Starting with his dominant, right hand, the robotic arms took the opened diaper and wrapped it tightly around his fist before taping it shut. He instantly moved to remove it with his other hand, but his left mitt soon joined in on the fun, leaving him with two helpless paws, unable to grasp anything. 

The machine didn’t stop at Ryan’s hands, though, as it was soon taping diapers anywhere it could, adding some to his feet and then his arms and legs. He was honestly surprised it didn’t go for his head, looking on the bright side that at least the stupid machine wasn’t going to smother him.  

“CRISSIE HAS BEEN PROPER-PER DIAPERED.” 

Ryan groaned, looking down at himself to see that his entire body was covered by dozens of diapers all taped together. It looked like he was wearing a jumpsuit made of nappies! He could barely squirm in place, much less walk out of here. Tears fell from his eyes, knowing that no matter what he said or did, this malfunctioning hunk of junk would see him as nothing more than an erotic adult baby. It was obvious to him that the only way out was for someone to save him. He just had to hope the machine didn’t accidentally kill him first. 

“TIME FORRRRRRISSIE TO GET DRESSED!” 

The machine’s words hung heavy over Ryan’s head. He had no doubts the auto-nursery was still registering him as a girl. His only hope is that whatever this stupid device had in store for him to wear wouldn’t be too ridiculous. 

Ryan began to sink into despair, though, once the robotic arms pulled open the doors of the pink-painted wardrobe. Inside was a collection of the frilliest, girliest, and sissies looking outfits he’d ever seen. It was like an explosion of poofy, pink fabric from top to bottom. 

Wasting no time, the machine got to work, grabbing a pair of plastic panties and sliding them up his legs, followed by several more pairs. Next came the bloomers, made from a variety of silky fabrics. The machine seemingly took great joy in layering the pants several times over each other. With each new pair, he felt his knees spread farther and farther apart. At last, the bloomers came to an end when the largest pair of bloomers he’d ever set his eyes upon were placed over his diaper-covered feet and pulled up to meet the others.  

Looking down at himself, Ryan saw that his legs looked like massive, white tree trunks with feminine clothing strung over them. He couldn’t feel the fabric touching his skin, but he certainly felt it latching on to his soul. The utter shame he felt as he saw the blushy, pink pants clinging to his lower body with too many ruffles to count. All the while, his penis kept giving off conflicting signals, as the horny side of his brain kept blood pumping to his most encourageable body organ. 

Several arms began to bicker amongst themselves over the various different dresses in the wardrobe, demonstrating that the machine was nowhere near done with Ryan’s attire. Sweat dripped from his brow as the arms crept closer, each holding its own dress. 

The arms refused to wait for each other one at a time with Ryan being plunged deep into a sea of silk, satin, and taffeta. Some arms didn’t even bother to put the dress onto him, instead opting to shove the dress into the copious number of diapers, further encasing him in a girly baby prison. He didn't see light for countless minutes, taking whatever oxygen he could find as the arms tugged and pulled on the numerous dresses that clung to his body. 

Eventually, Ryan’s eyes began to see specks of light, as the neckline of the outermost dress approached his head. He took an exasperated breath through his nose as he finally surfaced. Once he managed to catch his breath, he proceeded to lose it all over again. The arms held a mirror up in front of him, showing off his body, clad in dozens of diapers and dresses. He didn’t even look like himself anymore. It was as if he had the body of an inanimate baby doll. Though, to be more precise, immobile would’ve been the better choice of words. Swaddled within so many diapers and dresses had made it impossible to move his body more than a wiggle or two. The machine had come out victorious, having completely bound and gagged the poor security guard. 

Now fully dressed, Ryan was once again lifted into the air by the machine, something that he was begrudgingly getting used to. This time, he was taken to the large kitchen area that was built into the nursery. The arms placed him up high on a perch of some sort. It wasn’t until he saw a tray being locked into place in front of him that he realized he was sitting in a high chair. 

“HUNGER DETECTED. TIME FOR CRISSIEIEIEIEIE TO EAAaaat.” 

After the way that the machine had dressed him, Ryan was not excited to be fed. He cursed his growling tummy for giving away the fact that he was famished. Just thinking about the pizza he wouldn’t be eating any time soon only served to make his eyes water. At least the hunger pains he was feeling would go away soon, even if he did have to endure baby food. 

Ryan relaxed his muscles, finding that he didn’t need to use up so much strength, since his diaper-clothing casting held him firmly in place. His eyes wandered as the machines loaded milk into an oversize baby bottle. He wasn’t even surprised by how big the baby bottles were by this point. However, as he watched, he noticed something very peculiar about the opaque, white liquid that was coming out of the tap on the wall. It seemed much thicker than normal milk, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it could be. He hoped the milk reserves in this thing hadn’t gone rotten or something. 

There were well over two dozen spigots for the machine to choose from. He squinted his eyes, seeing the labels written on each one. However, as he saw which tap the machine was at, he began to panic, unconsciously sucking on his pacifier with high intensity. At the base of the tube near where the valve was, was the lone word “CUM” written in bold, pink letters. 

Ryan vehemently shook his head back and forth. Everything the machine had put him through had been like something out of a macabre nightmare, but even that was far beyond anything he could’ve imagined. This was a fucking fetish auto-nursery, no doubt about it. No legitimate nursery would ever have a semen dispenser in it! 

The white-gloved robot hand set the bottle down at two-thirds filled, next two five other bottles filled to the same level. The hands then moved the bottles under what had to be the second-worst thing imaginable, CrissBaby’s secret Bowel Busting formula. 

One of Ryan’s co-workers warned him about that Bowel Busting stuff when he first started here. Apparently, someone spiked the boss’s coffee with it a while back and he was shitting himself for an entire afternoon. And now this machine expected him to drink six bottles of the stuff mixed with jizz, some of which was almost certainly his own. 

As a finishing touch, a few robot hands reached deep into the dirty diaper chute, pulling out several wet diapers and squeezing them over the bottles like a lemon, letting the yellow liquid top each of them off. Ryan cringed as the frothy bottles were filled to their brims before a rubber nipple was stretched over each one of them.  

Soon, the bottles were set down directly in front of Ryan one at a time, only drawing out the agony. “I HO-HOPE THE BABY-BY IS HUNGRY!” said the machine, as it lifted up one of the bottles and brought it close to his mouth, allowing him to smell the cum from where he was sitting. It was definitely not one of his favorite aromas. A robot hand tried to uncork his pacifier, but he refused to keep his head still. This was his final line of defense. This machine had done a lot of things to him, but he’d be damned if it made him drink cum. 

The auto-nursery, which was completely impartial, saw not a security guard, not an adult, not even a man. All it saw was a stubborn baby that needed to be fed, whether she liked it or not. 

“OPEN WI-WI-WI-FOR NUM NUMS!” 

TO BE CONTINUED...