The New Daycare
You pushed, lifting off the seat of the high chair slightly as the mush entered into the back of your diaper. The machine didn’t seem to realize that you were pooping yourself, because it continued spoon feeding you the last few bits of carrots. You paid no mind to the food, feeling in dribble down your chin as you continued pushing, filling the seat of your diaper with a massive load.
You panted, now finished, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed at yourself; messing a diaper like a baby. You hesitated to sit back down, now wanting the disgusting mass to be pressed against you, but it was decided for you. The robotic arms pushed you back down, squishing the mess you’d made all over your ass, some even going into the front of your diaper.You finished eating the baby food, happy to get a change.
The robot wiped your face with a soapy cloth, taking off your dress as it removed the tray and unstrapped you, carrying you away from the high chairs. Your face burned red as you were left bare chested, your non existent breasts shown off to the world. You were confused as you were sat down on the floor, instead of carried to a changing table. It wasn’t going to leave you like this, was it?
You glanced around, seeing if any of the other women needed a change, and sure enough, just a few feet away from you, there was a lady who was squatting down, doing a heavy dump in her padding. You observed as she was left alone, just like you, not being carried off to be changed.
You watched curiously as she crawled over to a large teddy bear taking up a lot of space in the room. The woman sat down, rubbing the mess in her diaper up, towards her crotch, before getting on her knees in front of the bear. You watched, disgusted as she began to grind her filthy padding into the stuffed animal, bucking her hips and letting off groans of pleasure. She humped for about a minute or two before giving of a sigh of ecstasy, eyes rolling back in her head.
Only then did the arms grab her, carrying her over to a large changing table. It appeared to be the only way to get a change…
What do you do?
You panted, now finished, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed at yourself; messing a diaper like a baby. You hesitated to sit back down, now wanting the disgusting mass to be pressed against you, but it was decided for you. The robotic arms pushed you back down, squishing the mess you’d made all over your ass, some even going into the front of your diaper.You finished eating the baby food, happy to get a change.
The robot wiped your face with a soapy cloth, taking off your dress as it removed the tray and unstrapped you, carrying you away from the high chairs. Your face burned red as you were left bare chested, your non existent breasts shown off to the world. You were confused as you were sat down on the floor, instead of carried to a changing table. It wasn’t going to leave you like this, was it?
You glanced around, seeing if any of the other women needed a change, and sure enough, just a few feet away from you, there was a lady who was squatting down, doing a heavy dump in her padding. You observed as she was left alone, just like you, not being carried off to be changed.
You watched curiously as she crawled over to a large teddy bear taking up a lot of space in the room. The woman sat down, rubbing the mess in her diaper up, towards her crotch, before getting on her knees in front of the bear. You watched, disgusted as she began to grind her filthy padding into the stuffed animal, bucking her hips and letting off groans of pleasure. She humped for about a minute or two before giving of a sigh of ecstasy, eyes rolling back in her head.
Only then did the arms grab her, carrying her over to a large changing table. It appeared to be the only way to get a change…
What do you do?