The New Daycare
As you enter "256984598" on the keypad, there's a moment of anticipation before the small metal door suddenly comes to life. You hear a soft hum as hidden mechanisms activate within, and then, without warning, sleek metal arms extend from the door. They gently wrap around your waist and lift you effortlessly off the ground.
Through the small door you went, headfirst and squirming to no end. You were forcefully dropped onto a moving conveyor below, landing with a small thud. You looked down, trying to see if you could hop off the line, but immediately thought other wise when your eyes were greeted with a bottomless black pit. The conveyor moved towards a fork in the line, stopping right before the main belt split. On the right side, you could see colorful blocks above head, spelling out the word “Baby,” while the left-hand side said “Big Kids.”
“Input age, very young child,” said a mechanical voice from a speaker somewhere in the wall.
With that, the conveyor started moving you to the right, towards the “baby” section. Surly there’d been some mistake, something must be faulty with this machine. You weren’t a baby, you were 25 years old! A sense of dread washed over you as the conveyor didn’t appear to be stopping, continuing into the “baby” section.
A feeling of dread pooled in the pit of your stomach as another fork came in the line. The machine didn’t hesitate this time, immediately sending you to the right. A soft lullaby began playing as the belt continued, the music coming from unseen speakers in the colorful walls.
You looked ahead, unable to do anything but watch as the machine kept on moving you. Suddenly, the floor fell out from underneath you, and you began falling through the air. You prepared yourself for the harsh impact of whatever was below you, when you landed on another conveyor, this one orange and made of rubber.
Restraints strapped your ankles and wrists to the belt, preventing you from moving. A terrifying number of arms came towards you, bringing a large packing knife, washcloths, bottles of soap, shampoo, and some lotion. Fear built up in your chest as you saw the knife; what were they going to do with that?
You squirmed on the conveyor, wresting against the restraints as the knife were brought even closer to you. You let out an embarrassing squeak as the blade was pressed against your chest, but to your surprise, the robots started cutting up your clothes. They completely ruined your crop-top and denim shorts, slicing them down the middle and hacking them off of your body. You felt rather exposed wearing nothing but your training bra, panties, and sandles.
The shoes were removed from your feet as the robot brought the knife back up to your chest, preparing to strip you completely. It sliced through your training bra, revealing your flat chest for everyone to see. Your face burned in embarrassment, wishing that you were anywhere but here, that you’d never touched that keypad. Finally, the mechanical arm sliced through your panties, leaving you completely exposed.
The knife was taken away, along with the rest of your ruined clothing, and what you thought was a lotion bottle was brought over. You’d seen something like it back in the main area, robots had been applying this exact product on women’s arms, legs, and face. The conveyor underneath you stopped, and the bottom dropped out from under you, leaving you suspended by the restraints.The the arm squeezed some out and began rubbing it all over your body, from your chin to your toes. You squirmed a little as it rubbed some on your lips, unable to help feeling a small sense of pleasure.
After a few minutes after the product had been put on you, it began to burn slightly, a tingling sensation anywhere it was placed. It got worse as the minutes passed, burning hotter and hotter. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but you thought you could smell burning flesh.
A hose was pointed at you, and a cold spray of water jetted out of it, washing off all the lotion. You glanced down at yourself, making sure you hadn’t been burned to bad, and were surprised to see that whatever little hairs you’d missed while shaving had been completely removed. Even all your pubic hair was gone!
On set of arms then began using the wash clothes on your front half, cleaning every inch of skin with a floral smelling soap, while another set began spraying water in your hair and using the shampoo, and the last set was cleaning your back below where the conveyor had just been. You whimpered as the restraints holding your ankles moved apart from each other, giving the robots easier access to your vagina. They were extremely thorough, in cleaning your lips and vulva, causing you to squirm even more.
When all the robots seemed to be done, your ankle restraints were suddenly pulled towards your wrists, magnetizing together and not budging. You whimpered as you were completely on display in this diaper position, ass sticking up. The arms then, cleaned your cheeks and all throughout your crack, not missing an inch. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you felt something enter you.
There was some sort of brush in your hole, scrubbing on your walls and going deeper. You couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure as it went deeper, your pussy getting wet. You were getting close, almost there, when the brush retracted, leaving you hanging. You tried humping, in order to finish, but the position the machine had you in didn’t allow that, causing you to let out a frustrated groan.
Something is being brought towards you, what color is it?
Through the small door you went, headfirst and squirming to no end. You were forcefully dropped onto a moving conveyor below, landing with a small thud. You looked down, trying to see if you could hop off the line, but immediately thought other wise when your eyes were greeted with a bottomless black pit. The conveyor moved towards a fork in the line, stopping right before the main belt split. On the right side, you could see colorful blocks above head, spelling out the word “Baby,” while the left-hand side said “Big Kids.”
“Input age, very young child,” said a mechanical voice from a speaker somewhere in the wall.
With that, the conveyor started moving you to the right, towards the “baby” section. Surly there’d been some mistake, something must be faulty with this machine. You weren’t a baby, you were 25 years old! A sense of dread washed over you as the conveyor didn’t appear to be stopping, continuing into the “baby” section.
A feeling of dread pooled in the pit of your stomach as another fork came in the line. The machine didn’t hesitate this time, immediately sending you to the right. A soft lullaby began playing as the belt continued, the music coming from unseen speakers in the colorful walls.
You looked ahead, unable to do anything but watch as the machine kept on moving you. Suddenly, the floor fell out from underneath you, and you began falling through the air. You prepared yourself for the harsh impact of whatever was below you, when you landed on another conveyor, this one orange and made of rubber.
Restraints strapped your ankles and wrists to the belt, preventing you from moving. A terrifying number of arms came towards you, bringing a large packing knife, washcloths, bottles of soap, shampoo, and some lotion. Fear built up in your chest as you saw the knife; what were they going to do with that?
You squirmed on the conveyor, wresting against the restraints as the knife were brought even closer to you. You let out an embarrassing squeak as the blade was pressed against your chest, but to your surprise, the robots started cutting up your clothes. They completely ruined your crop-top and denim shorts, slicing them down the middle and hacking them off of your body. You felt rather exposed wearing nothing but your training bra, panties, and sandles.
The shoes were removed from your feet as the robot brought the knife back up to your chest, preparing to strip you completely. It sliced through your training bra, revealing your flat chest for everyone to see. Your face burned in embarrassment, wishing that you were anywhere but here, that you’d never touched that keypad. Finally, the mechanical arm sliced through your panties, leaving you completely exposed.
The knife was taken away, along with the rest of your ruined clothing, and what you thought was a lotion bottle was brought over. You’d seen something like it back in the main area, robots had been applying this exact product on women’s arms, legs, and face. The conveyor underneath you stopped, and the bottom dropped out from under you, leaving you suspended by the restraints.The the arm squeezed some out and began rubbing it all over your body, from your chin to your toes. You squirmed a little as it rubbed some on your lips, unable to help feeling a small sense of pleasure.
After a few minutes after the product had been put on you, it began to burn slightly, a tingling sensation anywhere it was placed. It got worse as the minutes passed, burning hotter and hotter. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but you thought you could smell burning flesh.
A hose was pointed at you, and a cold spray of water jetted out of it, washing off all the lotion. You glanced down at yourself, making sure you hadn’t been burned to bad, and were surprised to see that whatever little hairs you’d missed while shaving had been completely removed. Even all your pubic hair was gone!
On set of arms then began using the wash clothes on your front half, cleaning every inch of skin with a floral smelling soap, while another set began spraying water in your hair and using the shampoo, and the last set was cleaning your back below where the conveyor had just been. You whimpered as the restraints holding your ankles moved apart from each other, giving the robots easier access to your vagina. They were extremely thorough, in cleaning your lips and vulva, causing you to squirm even more.
When all the robots seemed to be done, your ankle restraints were suddenly pulled towards your wrists, magnetizing together and not budging. You whimpered as you were completely on display in this diaper position, ass sticking up. The arms then, cleaned your cheeks and all throughout your crack, not missing an inch. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you felt something enter you.
There was some sort of brush in your hole, scrubbing on your walls and going deeper. You couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure as it went deeper, your pussy getting wet. You were getting close, almost there, when the brush retracted, leaving you hanging. You tried humping, in order to finish, but the position the machine had you in didn’t allow that, causing you to let out a frustrated groan.
Something is being brought towards you, what color is it?