Naughty Nursery Nightmare, Pt. 2
GASP!
The arm retracted the now empty bottle from Ryan’s tired lips. He wanted to puke, but the idea of tasting that all over again was too much to bear. He could already feel his guts bubbling, informing Ryan that the end was near if he couldn’t get himself out of this mess.
Surprisingly, the arms seemed to be leaving him alone for a second. As he scanned the room, he was horrified to find out why. The arms seemed to have been prepping yet another bottle of semen mixed with the worst that CrissBaby formulas had to offer. Remembering his training correctly, that bladder and bowel busting shit can have long-lasting effects, and may even be permanent in large quantities. Based on the way the arms treated his diapering, it was safe to assume the automatic nursery had every intention to feed him until his stomach imploded.
Ryan needed to get out of here and fast. As far as he could tell, there was only one way out of this mess, and that was through the dirty diaper chute. It wasn’t exactly a preferred method of escape, but his odds were better in the diaper pail than stuck with these sadistic arms. Unfortunately, all of the diaper chutes in CrissBaby Factory were interconnected and led to the same place, so he’d have to deal with an entire factory’s worth of messy undies. As much as he was dreading this fate, there would likely be a way out of the central diaper pail.
Ryan wouldn’t have enough time to enact any sort of plan, though, as the hands soon returned with another bottle. He took a deep breath and turned his head as far to one side as possible.
The machine was unhindered by Ryan’s disobedience. A soft, gloved hand reached out and grabbed Ryan’s chin, forcing him to face forward, “OPEN WI-WI-WI-FOR NUM NUMS!”
Another gloved hand squished his cheeks, parting his lips just enough to provide the perfect opening. The second bottle tasted even worse than the first one had. Jizz and milky formula quickly filled his mouth as he was made to suckle on the rubber nipple of the bottle.
As much as Ryan hated the taste and especially the way it felt slurping down his throat, he knew trying to hold it in his mouth and not drink was a fruitless effort. He’d tried that last time, only to have his nose pinched close anytime he didn’t swallow a new mouthful for longer than a few seconds. Still, he couldn’t help but groan behind each sip that entered his already stretching stomach.
A small tear ran down Ryan’s face as he thought about the mouthwatering pizza he was currently being deprived of. He’d been gone for well over half an hour by now and no one had even bothered to come looking for him. He’d heard the horror stories of people disappearing in the factory, but he never thought it’d be true, let alone that it would ever happen to him.
However, the worst was yet to come as another robot arm with a large cum bottle in hand made its way over to Ryan. The machine didn’t even wait for the bottle he was working on to be finished before jamming a second nipple into his pie hole. Two soon became three, then four. The bottles never seemed to stop coming.
The jizz and formula mixture overflowed from Ryan’s mouth and dribbled down into the used padding that covered every square inch of his body. The squishy diaper filling expanded, causing it to hug the poor security guard even tighter.
“DIAPER FU-OPEN WI-FULL, INITIATING CHANG-FOR NUM NUMS,” said the machine’s automated voice, having a difficult time deciding which task to fulfill first. Several more robotic arms made their way over to Ryan and attempted to rip him from his seat. He felt the high chair’s tray being removed, elated that one of the largest roadblocks in the way of his escape was now dealt with.
However, the hands that were busy feeding Ryan weren’t exactly ready to give up without a fight. The two warring factions within the machine’s system played tug of war with Ryan’s exhausted body, with each side digging their mitts into the dozens of layers of clothing and diapers that surrounded his figure.
It may have been a bit painful for Ryan to endure, but due to the in-fighting between the machines, his entire ensemble began to fall apart. The diapers that had once been neatly taped together started to depart from his body one by one. Shirt and skirts were torn from his body. Slowly, but surely, he began to regain some of his mobility. As much of a long shot as escape had seemed only moments ago, he was starting to feel optimistic. It was almost a foreign sensation when his white powdered booty felt air for the first time in a while.
“NEW OPENING-ING DETECTED!”
Ryan was unaware of what this busted machine meant by those words until another cum-laxative cocktail was brought over to his location. Only this time, the bottle did not go for his mouth but instead rounded to his backside. The moment that one of the hands plucked the plug from his rectum was the moment that true, bone-chilling panic set in for Ryan. He thrashed and shouted, but was powerless to stop the bottle from wedging itself between his cheeks. Eventually, he felt the rubber nipple peek up into his previously unexplored back door, as if he could call it unexplored anymore as the plug had done a number on rounding out his asshole.
“Eeeeeep!” yelped Ryan as he felt a surge of warm jizz and formula gushing into him. His stomach was already full from the bottles he had ingested, but this was a new kind of full that he had never felt before. The creamy liquid sat heavy in his guts. It was like there was a bowling ball in his intestines. Worst of all was how much his body was enjoying the sensation against his will. His already erect penis was going crazy as his prostate was stimulated beyond belief. He bit down on the rubber nipples in his mouth, overwhelmed by how many fluids his body was taking in.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bottle that had been so lovingly shoved up his butt was removed, soon replaced by the familiar feeling of a butt plug taking its place. Ryan’s ass was so overstimulated by this point that his body barely held up any resistance to the re-insertion of the foreign object. He was thankful that the machine didn’t double or triple up on the butt bottles. One was more than enough, especially with how much the different hands were jostling him around.
Biding his time, Ryan let the arms go at him for a minute or so, waiting patiently for his moment to strike against the warring mechanical arms. His eyes focused hard on each of the arms, watching for an opening when only a few hands were holding him up. At last, he found a moment when only three hands had a solid grip on him. He twisted his body as hard as he could, causing the trio of white gloves to lose their hold on him. He careened to the ground, thankfully cushioned by the remaining diapers that clung to his body.
On wobbly legs, Ryan quickly stood up and bolted towards the entrance to the diaper pail. However, because of his unsteady footing, Ryan tripped over his own feet and landed right in front of the liquid dispensers. A few hands still firmly in the “feed Ryan” camp decided this was their moment to strike. They swarmed his prone body, lifting him up and laying him across the bar so that he was directly under the long line of spouts.
Ryan didn’t even have time to compose himself before several hands began cranking several valves open. Over a dozen kinds of dairy products, juices, laxatives, and more were dumped on his body all at once, further filling the padding that remained locked to his body. As fate would have it, his mouth happened to land directly beneath the semen dispenser, so he didn’t even get to rinse his mouth of the musky bodily fluid.
If that wasn’t the worst of it, the hands from team diaper change made an unexpected return, ferrying fresh diapers over to Ryan’s very messy body and replacing the ones that had fallen off, moving him back to square one. They didn’t seem to mind that each diaper they taped him into was filled with a wide variety of beverages. The result was a sloppy mess that never seemed to get any better for the dreadfully tired employee.
Luckily, whatever reserves that the auto-nursery had for each drink began to shut off one by one. Soon, each of them was fully empty, leaving the machine with nothing left to feed Ryan. He coughed up the cum that clung to his throat and chuckled to himself, happy to have outlived the machine's ability to feed him. Though, looking up at himself, he was mortified to see how distended his belly was. It looked like he had swallowed a bowling ball, making him wonder just how much spunk and sweet CrissBaby formula he’d been forced to guzzle down.
Ryan could already feel his insides churning in a very uncomfortable way. It was no mystery that his bowel wanted to evacuate his body as soon as possible. Sadly, there was one big problem standing in the way of that, which came in the form of a thick, rubber butt plug. He made an attempt to squeeze the plug from his anus but found it was far too painful to get out through sheer clinching strength alone.
More sparks flew, this time coming from several arms that had unwittingly soaked themselves when all of the valves were turned on. Once again, Ryan had an opening, only now, he was even more immobilized than when he was in the high chair. He rocked back and forth on his drenched, yet reinforced diaper suit. Eventually, he was able to off-balance his back enough to slip off of the well-lubricated table and flop to the floor like a fish.
With all the nearby mechanical arms malfunctioning, Ryan finally had his chance to escape. But getting to the diaper chute would prove quite the tall task in his current state. Dozens of sloppy diapers had ensnared him. He felt as though he were crawling through tar or honey as he inched his way forward across the ground on his tummy.
A couple of arms caught wind of his motion and tried to rush over, but fortune was in Ryan’s favor for once. The diaper chute was in the back corner of the room, and the only route for the arms to make their way over to him was being clogged by the glitching ones, providing him the cover that he so desperately needed. Still, the robotic arms weren’t going to give up without a fight, as they rammed into the broken ones with no remorse.
Every hard, metal “CLANK* of the arms pile driving into each other sent goosebumps all throughout Ryan’s body. But he would not be deterred! He moved like a slug made of diapers towards his destination, a fire in his belly all the while. As he arrived, he was met with his next problem. Crawling was one thing, but he would need to climb up and over the ledge of the diaper chute, which was easier said than done in his current state.
Making things just that much more terrible for Ryan, lying on his tummy for so long was causing his bowels to groan as they pushed against the butt plug. The horrific combo of poop, cum, and laxative-laced formula begging for release. “No no no, shhhhhhh! Just hold on,” he said to his stomach, uncertain if the anal toy blocking his rectum was helping or harming him.
“STOOOOoooooooOP! INFANT IN DANGER! IMMEDIATE ACTION IS REQUI-QUI-QUI-red”
The arms continued to violently throw themselves at each other to try and break the metallic appendages in their way. Ryan knew his time was running out. If he didn’t get out now, there’s no telling what the nursery might do next. He avoided focusing on the grinding metal of the arms that refused to yield in its pursuit and got to work conjuring up his next move.
Lightbulb!
Spreading his arms as far in front of his torso as he could, Ryan shrugged his shoulders inward. The nappy collage engulfed his diaper-laden hands. As he released, he grinned as he had managed to push the squishy cuffed partway up his palms. After a dozen or so shrugs, he succeeded in freeing his muck-covered mitts, “Haha! Fuck you CrissBaby!”
“SWEAR-AR-G IS BIG NO-NO-NO-N-NITIATING PUNISHMENT protOCOLLL!”
The machine increased the speed at which they were charging forward, resulting in several chunks of their metallic appendages exploding across the room. With his now free hands, Ryan cackled hardily as he flipped off the pile of crumpled arms that clung to the ceiling.
Having gloated enough, Ryan got to work. He shrugged again, pulling his arms in towards his chest. After some uncomfortable wiggling, he managed to bring his wrist to his breast. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he pushed his hands upward and forced them out of the congealed ball of diapers.
Finally, Ryan had a way out of his nightmarish nappy nest. By shoving his arms out through the neck hole of his diaper suit, he had managed to push away several diapers that had compacted against his neck and chest. This provided a wide enough space for him so that he could wiggle out through the opening.
Reaching forward, Ryan struggled to find anything to grab onto so he could leverage his way out. Frustrated beyond what his sanity could comprehend, he dug his nails into the plush floors. He rubbed his fingers raw as he managed to claw open a hole big enough to grab onto.
With one hand on the hole and another pressed against his diapers, Ryan began to jimmy his way out of his diaper cocoon. He was so close that he could almost taste freedom as his chest began to squeeze through the tight opening.
CRAAASH!!!!!
“Huh?!” shouted Ryan as his attention was captured by the loud clash of metal raining onto the ground. The arms that were obstructing the path to the diaper chute no longer provided cover for his escape. He was out of time. However, as the security guard watched the arms careen towards his general direction, he noticed something was very wrong. They weren’t slowing down at all!
Ryan ducked down, covering the back of his head with his hands as the barrage of robotic arms crashed into the wall, caving in the diaper chute’s entrance. A small bunch of dirty diapers rolled down from the rubble. The slanted cement slab of what was once a wall of the nursery was now providing the perfect blockade to redirect several chutes from all over the factory to the auto-nurseries location. Meanwhile, all of the lights throughout the entire warehouse went out at once.
“P-WERING DOoooooown…”
When Ryan looked up at the rubble in front of him, his heart sank. His only chance of escaping this place was now ceiled off. At least the arms seemed to be busted beyond repair, all of which had either been crushed by falling debris or shattered as the arms collided with each other. Even if he was still trapped, the immediate danger seemed to be gone...or so he thought.
As the lights came back on, one lone arm remained clung to the roof of the nursery, its plush-covered hand now in tatters. Sparks fizzled around the nursery as the machine whirred back to life. “HEL-LL-NEW USER! SYSTEM RE-RE-RE-OOTING!” said the auto-nursery as the arm spasmed back to life.
Ryan furrowed his brow at the appalling appendage. He could tell that it was already on its last leg. All he needed to do was take it out and he would be safe until someone found him.
GUUUUUURRGLE
“Ahhhhhh!” Ryan screamed as his insides demanded to be let out. Copious amounts of runny stool, along with his milk-bottle enema sat idly behind the rubber butt plug. He could feel the molten poop burning his intestines, causing some of the worst cramps he’d ever felt. While he didn’t want to admit it, he wished nothing more than to be able to fill his diaper, so at least he wouldn’t feel like an over-inflated balloon.
PLOP!
Ryan’s eyes went wide as his monkey’s paw wish was about to become true. The anal plug that had been hooked into his rear entrance popped out his butthole muscles contracted and went loose, no longer able to remain stiff.
BLOOOOOOOOOORRRT!
Ryan gasped as the muck that was held within his body came spilling out violently. His body bucked up and down as he unleashed a torrent of cream, cum, and fecal matter into the seat of his pampers. The brown and murky slop oozed around his backside before spilling around to his diaper front. With so much poop entering his pampers, his entire diaper area from penis to tailbone was consumed by the ever-growing, semi-soft mess. He held back tears, not wanting this stupid diaper machine to get the better of him anymore. At least his stomach wasn’t cramping so badly.
The robot hand began to move across the room towards Ryan’s general location. However, much to Ryan’s surprise, the machine didn’t even seem to notice him. Instead, the arm dropped down and picked up one of the dirty diapers that had entered the facility through the now gaping hole in the wall. Trying to act as programmed, the machine attempted to use the diaper chute, but after a few seconds of trying, the arm stopped moving.
“ERROR! NO-NO-CESSIBLE WASTE BIN DETECTED! SCANNING FOR ALTERNATIVE!”
Ryan was shocked. The system reboot must’ve wiped any memory of his presence from the auto-nurseries system. He looked across the room towards the big window. If he was going to get someone to help him out of this mess, he would need to traverse the entire nursery. It would be exhausting, but without the threat of being treated like a baby, he could take as much time as he needed. Plus, his body was already partially out of the packed-in pampers, so he would have a good head start.
What Ryan didn’t account for was what the machine would do next. As it scanned the room, the auto-nursery honed in on Ryan’s location, only not for a reason he could’ve ever anticipated. What had once been viewed as a snugly nappied baby was now nothing but a congealed pile of dirty diapers all fused to the same location, along with a plethora of organic matter within their plush walls. The machine could only come to one conclusion.
“REPLACE-ACE-NT DIAPER PAIL ACQUIIIIIIIIIIred”
Ryan looked up just in time to see the hand grabbing the collar of his diaper suit, lifting it, and subsequently Ryan, into the air. He sank back into place as he was picked up, smushing him into the seat of his own waste. He cringed, “Wha?! What’s happening?!”
The machine heard nothing of Ryan’s nervous questioning as it opened a closet near the diaper chute and pulled out what appeared to be a white sheet of some kind. Without pause, the hand placed the sheet on the ground before setting Ryan down upright in the center.
Ryan’s head swiveled back and forth frantically, confounded by whatever the nursery’s next scheme was. His confusion would only grow as the arm started to roll the side of the sheet up along his bulky body. The cloth covering was stretchy, its fabric something akin to spandex. Oddly enough, the sheet had two leg holes that hugged his thighs tightly and split him perfectly. The springy cloth was brought up to his neck hole with its waistband snapped into place.
The robotic arm left him alone for a few minutes, likely due to being the only one left and having to do everything by itself. Ryan teetered back and forth in his diaper nest, far too jammed in now to try and climb back out even if he had the strength to lift himself anymore. He’d expended whatever energy he had left in his previous escape attempt, so he had nothing left in the tank for whatever new plot that the auto-nursery had devised.
When the shredded hand returned, it brought with it a long hose, attaching it to a valve that was positioned near Ryan’s crotch.
“PREPAR-PAR-CUSTOM DIAPER MOLD!”
Suddenly, the hose began to rattle, subtly at first, but growing more rapturous with every second. Before he could even try to comprehend what was about to happen, he felt a rush of fluff hit his crotch and explode outward across his body. The white sheet around him began to fill out much as a Build-A-Bear would. He wiggled his arms inside of the soft, stretchy casing, as it finally clicked in his head what was happening. The machine had covered his body with a giant diaper and was filling it up on its own. For what purpose, he knew not, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Slowly, the otherworldly diaper began to expand, rounding out more and more until it was filled to maximum capacity. Despite how full the padding got, Ryan could tell that it was still very stretchy as if this giant diaper was designed to handle a literal giant’s load. The purr that came from the hose soon ceased after the last of the fluff was pushed inside, leaving him stuck in the center of the room, more diaper than man at this point.
“CUSTOM DI-DI-DI-MOLD COMPLETE! PROCEEDING WITH PAIL RE-RE-RE-signMENT!”
Pail reassignment?! It couldn’t mean...it wouldn’t! However, much to Ryan’s chagrin, his trepidation was on point. Unable to find a suitable place to store the used nappies that continued to drop down into the auto-nursery, the machine found that its next best option was to make him the new diaper pail.
One by one, the robotic hand picked up the urine and feces drenched diapers and stuffed them into Ryan’s body-sized nappy. Soon, five diapers became fifteen, and then became fifty, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. He whimpered as his already bloated form swelled outward with the more diapers that joined him and the rest of the mess he found himself in. It was a squishy, gross prison that he was trapped inside of, and one that he wasn’t certain he’d ever escape from again.
----------------------------------
“Yo Mike, you there? Over,” said Devin speaking into his walkie-talkie. He had been roaming the bowels of Warehouse 13 for far longer than he’d ever wanted to and was ready to get away from this God-awful smell.
The talkie in his hands crackled back at him, as Mike spoke, “Yeah, I’m here, Devin. Did you find out what caused the outage? Over.”
“Nah! Everything here looks fine. You sure you’re shit’s working, right? Over,” prodded Devin, knowing just how touchy Mike could be about his controls.
Sure enough, his hot-headed superior was as predictable as ever, “Oh, fuck off! I swear to Christ, if you’re fucking with me just so I have to walk all the way down there, I’m making you clean the diaper pail by hand! Over!”
Devin chuckled and took one last look around before speaking into his walkie-talkie again, “I ain’t messing with you. There’s not a damn thing wrong. Who was on patrol here today? Maybe you should ask them. Over.”
Sighing, Devin’s flashlight scanned the remainder of the room when, out of the corner of his eye, he happened to notice a large, new device in the back corner that he was unfamiliar with. He approached it slowly, discovering what appeared to be an entire room that had been built into the rear of the warehouse with the words, The CrissBaby Auto-Nursery Deluxe, written on its side. A blank white sheet pressed up against its front glass wall, blocking him from seeing what its interior looked like.
As Devin got close, a small spark startled him back. He shined his light upwards, spotting which fuse box the large room was connected to. “Mike, check that. I think I found your problem. Shut down fuse box 15. Over,” he said. Moments later, the large room powered down, and the sparks stopped flying.
“Okay, that seems to have worked. The alarm went away. Come on back. Over and out,” said Mike as the static on his end shut off.
Devin turned to make his exit, but as he did, he noticed something peculiar laying on the ground. He approached the object, discovering it to be the badge of a fellow employee that he wasn’t familiar with named Ryan Smith. Scoffing, he tucked the badge into his pocket and clicked on his walkie-talkie for the last time as he walked towards the exit of Warehouse 13, “And hey, let Ryan Smith know I found his badge next time you see him.”
THE END.