It was cute that Sierra insisted she hadn’t been a brat. It was a walk like duck, quack like a duck “I’m not a duck!” statement. M07H3R’s programming certainly wasn’t falling for it. With her face clean, M07H3R removed her tray and was quick to scoop Sierra up, not giving her a chance to run off. “I am listening to you hun, I’m just following my instructions. You said you would prefer not to have formula, and I will comply,” M07H3R said politely, as she carried Sierra out of the kitchen.
They went right to the nursery. Sitting in the corner, alongside a little shelf of story time books, was a rocking chair, and M07H3R went right too it, taking a seat and positioning Sierra on her lap. It only took a moment or two after that to realize what was going to happen as M07H3R reached behind her neck, undid the bow of her apron and let it fall, sliding a shoulder of her dress out with it. Underneath she was wearing a maternity bra.
This was something Sierra had probably only seen a handful of times. Parents had the option of simulated breastmilk, and a few choose it for their children, but most went with bottles of formula. M07H3R’s chest was a very good approximation of the real thing, complete with a pert nipple that had a dab of milk on the end that was now right in front of Sierra’s nose.
“No worries hun, just relax, and after you’ve had your milk we’ll get you into a warm bath and then dressed snugly for bed,” M07H3R said. While she was certainly listening to Sierra, she was still mostly ignoring her protests and with a firm hand, she was pressing the girl to her, forcing the nipple into her mouth.
The moment her nipple detected wetness, it began releasing its thick milk. It was almost identical to the formula, but with a few more nutrients and a slightly different taste. The android stored upwards of a full gallon in reserve tank and could manufacturer more given ingredients in the kitchen. Needless to say, she had plenty for Sierra. She’d be one stuffed pup soon.
M07H3R rocked the chair and hummed softly, giving the girl’s diaper a couple gentle pats to try and relax her through something that was probably anything but relaxing.
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While it was hard to feel too pleased as she was carried through the daycare in a wet diaper, having just been stuffed with baby food, Sierra was rather happy that at least she'd gotten out of having to deal with formula on top of everything she'd already had to eat. Of course, she expected that meant she was going right on to be given a bath, and then put to bed, which was hardly ideal, either, but maybe if she had gotten the robot to listen to her this time, it would work again.
Except that they didn't go to the bathtub. To Sierra's confusion, she was taken, instead, into the nursery, where M07H3R sat down in the rocking chair. Sierra's stomach turned. Surely this wasn't going where she thought it was! But, as she watched in horror as it unfolded in seeming slow motion, the exact thing she feared began to happen. She'd seen it before with some of the younger babies, though not often, and always thought it rather strange, almost wondering why whoever had built M07H3R had built her that way.
"No!" she shook her head desperately as the robot's clothes fell, leaving her chest exposed. "No, I'm not thirsty! I don't wanna..." she whined, only to have her mouth pressed gently, but firmly, against M07H3R's chest. Even knowing it wasn't real, just the idea of having her face so close to what certainly felt like another woman's breast made her blush and squirm, especially as the milk began to flow into her mouth, filling it quickly and leaving her little choice but to swallow. She wrinkled her nose, trying to squirm away, but M07H3R's hands kept her in place as the milk continued coming out.
She really wished she had just gone with the bottle now. It would have been embarrassing enough, but this was clearly far worse, and tasted just as bad to her. Possibly worse, though she wasn't sure if that was just her imagination making her think that because of where she was getting it from. She'd thought she was full before, but that was nothing compared to how she felt now, as the milk just kept gushing out more and more, and no matter how hard she mumbled against M07H3R's breast, the robot didn't seem to notice or care, instead simply patting Sierra's diaper, reminding the girl of the spanking she'd gotten, and that her diaper was actually wet, both of which made her feel even more like a baby.
Then, to cap it off, just when she felt like she was about to explode from all the food and drink that had been shoved into her, she felt her diaper, somewhat cool and clammy now, begin to grow freshly warm and heavy, her body seemingly unable to find room for all the milk that was being forced into her mouth and having to make room for it by forcing her to pee her diaper even more. Her wriggling had begun to die off, as she was feeling too exhausted, but for a moment it flared back up as she tried to stop her bladder, but it was having none of that, as it seemed to push the liquid back out of her almost as fast as it was being pumped in.
In the end, though, it did very little good. By the time M07H3R let her pull away from the breast, the stream in her diaper had trickled off, leaving her soaked, yet still with a tummy full of even more milk, just waiting to make its reappearance in her pants. Between that and the food, she was almost in a daze from how full and bloated she felt, leaving her unable to do much more than sit on M07H3R's lap and groan, too worn out to even raise her hand to wipe away the last few drops of milk running down her face. Despite how early she knew it was, the only thing on her mind was crawling into bed and going to sleep. But she couldn't even do that yet. She let out a groan as she realized she was surely about to be bathed, whining, "I don't wanna take a bath!", not even realizing how like a toddler she sounded and looked in the moment.
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When M07H3R judged she'd had a sufficient quantity of milk, she eased the girl off her breast, ignoring her sleepy and weak protests, and lifting her up to her shoulder. She propped Sierra's chin up and began to gently pat her back. "There there sweetie, wasn't that a nice dinner? Do you think you can burp for M07H3R?" she asked as she continued her pats, coaxing a gas bubble or two from the girl. When she let out a babyish belch, M07H3R just smiled and moved her patting hand down to her now warm and damp diaper. "Oops, good thing your in thicker diapers," she giggled.
Not even bothering to do up her top yet, M07H3R carried Sierra pressed to her shoulder out of the nursery and into the bathroom. Whether she wanted it or not, after a messy pull-up and a soaked diaper, she was in need of a warm bath before bed. They went to a separate bathroom in the back that wasn't often used in the daycare. Kids rarely needed to be bathed, unless they got a little too picaso in an art project or into some food stuffs they shouldn't have.
The tub was large and already filling up with warm water when they came in. Like most of the daycare it was linked to M07H3R's systems. While it filled, M07H3R placed Sierra on a waist high padded table to start undressing the girl, removing her wet diaper, and not even bothering to wipe her down, just having her naked and damp in no time. Complaints went unanswered, most children didn't like bathtime, and Sierra had already proved she knew little of what was good for her. So it was just a few minutes later she was deposited in the water that was just rising over her thighs, even as she sat down. M07H3R took a bottle and added some bubble bath to the mix.
"See warm bubble bath? It won't be as horrible as you make it sound and then we can get you all snuggly in some pajamas for bed," she grinned. Probably most odd of all, while M07H3R was speaking to her, she was also undressing. For the first time since working there, Sierra saw she was built anatomically correct as a woman, and showing off just how much 'more' of a woman she looked when stacked next to what was not more then a baby girl about to get her bath.
M07H3R gingerly stepped a foot into the tub behind Sierra, and then the other, taking a seat behind her, getting ready to wash the girl (and ensure she wouldn't bolt).
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Sierra furrowed her brow in confusion as M07H3R lifted her up, unsure of what the robot was planning at first, her mind slowed by how full she felt. As soon as she felt M07H3R's hand on her back, however, she began to realize, right as the robot began to tell her, just confirming it, much to Sierra's horror. "No!" she squeaked, weakly squirming in the robot's grip, knowing this was something that was done only for the youngest of their clients. And yet, still unable to help herself as M07H3R continued to pat her, and she felt an involuntary burp escape from her mouth.
She blushed bright red, only growing more humiliated as she felt M07H3R's hand drift down to her diaper, patting it and reminding Sierra of just how wet it had gotten. For a moment or two, she was too embarrassed to do anything as the caretaker stood up, carrying her through the daycare, right towards the bathroom. "No," she tried again, her protest even more pathetic than the last time as she was set down and M07H3R began to undress her, the tub slowly filling in the background. Despite how many times M07H3R had seen her naked already, Sierra still wasn't used to it, and she found herself snatching at her diaper. She didn't want to wear it, of course, especially not now that it was used, but it was the only thing stopping M07H3R from seeing her totally nude, so she tried to keep it on, but it did very little good. "I don't want a bath! I took a shower this morning!" she whined, right on time for M07H3R to pluck her up and set her down in the bath.
The water did feel good, she had to admit, and the bubbles were awfully relaxing, no matter how juvenile they might be. She stared down at them, thinking that maybe this wouldn't be quite as awful as she'd feared, only to look back up and find M07H3R nearly nude in front of her. Sierra wasn't sure what was going on, but she gulped slightly at the sight, fidgeting in the water, suddenly even more glad for the bubbles hiding most of her scrawny frame. She had, of course, never seen M07H3R undressed before, and it seemed quite odd to her that she had been made so realistic. In a way, it made sense, since it was less jarring than just having the parts normally covered by clothing be more robotic, even if that was how she'd imagined it. She'd just become intimately aware that M07H3R's breasts were far larger than her own, but now she couldn't help but think about just how much more developed she had been built to be in every other way.
That revelation was so strange to her that she didn't even think about why M07H3R would have undressed in the first place until the robot began to step into the bathtub. Sierra's stomach flopped as she began to try to squirm away. She started to stand, only to think better of it, not wanting to show off her own naked body any more than she already had, especially now. The thought of being seen by M07H3R was now even more embarrassing to her, and just having her in the room would have been bad enough. Having her actually bathing Sierra would have been particularly humiliating, but having her this close as she did it was absolutely mortifying. Sierra shivered a little as she felt the washcloth begin to travel down her back, turning to protest, only to pause, red-faced, at the sight of the naked M07H3R, her large, far too realistic breasts that she'd just gotten much too familiar with right behind her, as she unconsciously tried to cross her arms over her own chest. "I can bathe myself!" she pouted, trying to scoot away. "Go away!" She made a half-hearted attempt to snatch the washcloth away from the robot, but trying to keep herself covered with her other arm at the same time made it difficult.
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Half way through her protest of being able to bathe herself and telling M07H3R to go away, Sierra got her head dunked into the warm soapy water. The girl couldn't feed herself, handle going to the bathroom by herself, or tell the truth today, so why should the android assume she could bathe herself? When Sierra came up from her dip, M07H3R tugged her close, and pulled her in.
It was a moment later that Sierra found two large breasts right behind her, sitting inbetween M07H3R's legs and facing away from her, as baby no-tear shampoo was poured on her head and lathered in. The washing was similar to a car wash, albeit with a little more care. M07H3R was all about the science of clean, and making sure that Sierra was COMPLETELY washed. She was gentle, or at least as gentle as one could be when you needed to thoroughly clean something. The androids bigger hands scrubbed shampoo into her hair, ignoring her protests, dunking her to rinse mid-sentence.
A wash cloth of soap was scrubbed over her back, her shoulders, her front. At one point she was even put up on all fours like a puppy while M07H3R leaned over behind her and washed her intimates with little to no affection, just machine efficiency. It was humiliating, and almost like her actual mother or big sister was doing the job for her.
After a good 15 minutes of scrubbing, the tub suddenly began to drain itself, soap suds still clinging a little to the girl as M07H3R gingerly stood up and stepped out of the tub. She didn't bother to dry off, instead getting a large fluffy towel and reaching in to encircle Sierra with it, swaddling her like a pill bug or baby in a papoose to get her comfy and warm.
"There we go sweetie, all clean! You must be tired after such a big dinner and a nice hot bath. Ready for beddy byes?" she asked, carrying the encapsulated girl in her arms back toward the nursery. Likely where padded doom awaited.
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Sierra's eyes widened as her head was submerged, closing her mouth quickly, though not fast enough to keep from getting a few suds in her mouth. She tried to give M07H3R an annoyed pout once she surfaced again, only to be pulled backwards against the robot, holding her close as she began the process of washing her. Sierra wasn't quite sure what she'd been expecting, but M07H3R's sudden actions were quite embarrassing as she found herself being washed spic and span, from head to toe.
Her face turned an especially deep shade of red as her co-worker peeled her arms away from her chest and began to wash her there, but almost before she could sputter out a protest, the robot had moved on. Sierra had no say in the matter whatsoever, being moved around like a puppet into whatever position M07H3R needed to do her job. The one good thing about that was that, even though she knew right away what the robot was planning as she felt herself being pushed up onto her hands and knees, it was all over so quickly she barely had time to react, though as she was sat back down, she couldn't help but squirm in humiliation at the thought of what had just happened, growing far more mortified at the memory of it than she'd had time to be during the actual act.
If nothing else, though, the bath certainly woke her up, and by the time she realized the water was draining, and the bath was finally, blessedly, over, she was still feeling far too full from her supper, but no longer like she was about to drift off. Which was rather unfortunate, she thought as M07H3R scooped her up out of the tub before she could even try to escape, though where she would have run to, naked, in the daycare, she didn't know, and wrapped her tightly up. Sierra had seen pictures of babies wrapped up like this, but she'd never thought much about it, certainly not enough to realize just how helpless being in that position would make someone feel. She tried to wiggle her way free of the wrapping, but it was all tucked in too tightly around her, meaning that M07H3R was free to do whatever she wanted with her, even more than usual, so her question was likely mostly rhetorical.
Even so, knowing what bedtime would mean, and how early it had to be still, she shook her head. "I'm not tired!" she said, still squirming in her towel cocoon. "It isn't that late at all! In fact, I bet there's plenty of time for me to get home before I needed to go to sleep." She didn't expect M07H3R to take that bait, of course, but she felt like she had to at least try one more time to get the robot to let her out of this place before she had to spend a night in diapers! Especially a night after she'd been fed so much food and milk, which she knew was going to have to come back out at some point.
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"Bratty misbehaving babies need more sleep then well behaved ones," M07H3R said curtly, taking the warmly wrapped bundle and carrying her back into the nursery. M07H3R silenced further protests with another pacifier as she was quick and all hands. Although it didn't happen often, but when babies stayed over night, they got slightly thicker night time diapers, and as M07H3R laid Sierra out on the changing table, unbundling her and strapping her down, she was no different. "I don't want any more grumbling hun, you've proved all day that you need diapers and that's what you're getting for bed," M07H3R added. With Sierra's legs spread, a thick night time diaper was unfolded and laid under her. Rash cream was rubbed in over her whole diaper area before more powder. When it was taped snugly up, M07H3R left her naked in her diaper a moment while she went to get her bedtime clothing.
Although the daycare was climate controlled, all babies still needed to be kept warm, and M07H3R brought back a simple white onesie, and a sunflower yellow mitted & footed sleeper. Again, all hands and quickness, she unstrapped Sierra, held her down and started tugging the onesie over head hand and fitting her arms through before bringing it down to snap the ends closed and pulled her thick diaper a little tighter to her. Then working one leg at a time, she started slipping the sleeper on, bringing it up and over her diaper, before pulling her off the table and tugging it up as she stood on the ground, forcing her to lean forward and stick her hands into the arms which ended in soft round mits. It zipped up in the back, encasing her for the night in her comfy pajamas and diapers. "There we go, you look adorable," M07H3R said admiring her waddling charge for the evening. She took a brush next and scooped Sierra up again to go sit in the rocking chair. Putting the diapered girl in her lap, M07H3R started brushing out her wet hair, making sure it was good and soft before gathering it up into two easy bunches and tying ribbons around them.
Given how full she was, M07H3R didn't think Sierra would need another bottle before bed. With her hair done, M07H3R carried Sierra to one of the cribs. It opened for her as she neared it, and M07H3R placed Sierra down inside before automatically raising the bars. "I'm going to dim the lights. I'll be in to get you in the morning and Miss Kurin should be stopping by in the morning as well. She will assess your progress," M07H3R said. She pulled out a baby bottle from her apron and left it in the crib with Sierra. "If you want something to drink tonight, here you go hun," the android smiled. She gave the girl an affectionate pat on the head before the lights dimmed as promised.
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"I'm not bratty!" Sierra tried to protest with a pout, planning to move on to deny the rest of M07H3R's words as well. She didn't think she had done much, if any, misbehaving that day, certainly not compared to what she'd had to deal with, and she definitely wasn't a baby! She hadn't even got those first three words out before they were muffled by a pacifier. Unable to move her arms to take it out, she had little choice but to stay quiet. She probably could have stopped herself from starting to suck on it, but she barely even noticed herself doing it.
Her underwear had been getting thicker all day, but she had expected that to finally end, now that she was back in diapers. At first, as she squirmed on the changing table, strapped down so she was just as helpless as she had been all swaddled up, she thought that this new diaper simply felt bigger than the last one because it had been a few long, humiliating minutes since her old one had been taken off, but once it had been taped into place and Sierra had a few moments to wiggle her bottom while she waited for the robot to return with her night clothes, she realized that it truly was even bulkier than before. The worst part was the fact that, given how much she'd been forced to eat and drink, she might actually need that extra padding.
Sierra furrowed her brow for a moment when M07H3R returned, wondering why she had brought both pieces of clothing. Was the robot going to let her choose something for once? They were both quite infantile, though sleeping in just a diaper wouldn't be any better. But no, M07H3R launched right into bundling Sierra up without a word, pulling the onesie on and fastening it into place, then putting the sleeper on over top of it. Sierra mumbled muffled protests, cheeks burning at the strange sensation of the onesie, holding her extra thick diaper even more firmly against her backside. She'd always thought they looked cute on babies, but she wasn't sure she could feel the same way about them after having worn them herself.
She actually had a couple friends who owned footed sleepers, even at her own age. Some of them did seem sort of cute, even though she wouldn't have chosen to wear them herself, even before all of her other experiences. Especially not this one! She didn't notice the gloves on the arms until M07H3R was shoving her arms into them, and by that point, it was too late. She doubted she could have done much against the robot anyway, but she still wished she had realized exactly how confining the outfit was before she was already mostly in. She said a few naughty things into her pacifier in frustration, and while she didn't think M07H3R had heard her at first, she still let out a small squeak when she saw her former caretaker pick up the hairbrush, and then her. She squirmed, feeling her diaper grow slightly warmer as she struggled, but fortunately when they arrived at the rocking chair, it was simply to have her hair put into ponytails.
A few moments later, Sierra had been deposited into a crib, one of the same ones she'd put numerous children into for naps, and, with a pat on the head and a bottle that she quickly dropped to the crinkling mattress beneath her, she was alone, put to bed. She stared at the door to the hallway the robot had just left through for a few moments in shock, trying to process everything. While the windows in this room were, of course, designed to keep the light out so the kids could take their naps, she knew that it had to still be light outside. Most, if not all, of the kids she took care of in this very room were likely still awake, some not even being gotten ready for bed by their parents yet. And yet here she was in a crib, bathed, backside still sore from the spanking she'd gotten earlier, hair tied up cutely, in a sleeper with an obvious bulge around her waist, the onesie beneath it pressing the now slightly soggy diaper closer to her skin, hands useless because of the mittens, sucking on a pacifier.
She stomped around the crib a few times moodily, mumbling to herself how unfair this whole thing was, before she finally plopped down on her thickly padded bottom to sulk. Given how full her bladder already felt, there was no way she was going to drink from that bottle, so she tried to pick it up, wanting to toss it away defiantly, but it simply slipped out of her mittened hand. To even pick it up, she had to use both hands at once, and then throwing it was very awkward, so that after a couple of failed attempts she just gave up.
She really wished now that M07H3R hadn't given her that bath. Not only had it been humiliating, being so close to the robot's creepily realistic, and strong, form, but she wasn't feeling nearly as tired anymore. If M07H3R had just put her to bed right after supper, she likely would have drifted straight off, and while she might have woken up very early because of that, it would probably be before Kurin got there. Maybe early enough to convince M07H3R to let her use the potty, or maybe even the actual toilet. As it was, she didn't feel like drifting off at all, and the longer she stayed awake, the more her insides grumbled at her.
She stared around the room boredly, thinking about all the charges she'd had who insisted they weren't sleepy when she put them down for their naps. Usually they really were, but was this what it was like for them when they really were still wide awake? There was nothing to do! There wasn't even a clock to let her know how late it was getting, and how much longer she would be stuck there until morning. There was nothing to do but toddle around her crib, staring out at the dimly lit nursery beyond. She'd seen everything in there hundreds of times, but now that she was on this side of it all, everything looked bigger, and more scary.
She had no idea how long it took before her bladder began to feel too full for her to bear, though likely not as long as she'd have liked to think. After some uncomfortable squirming, she gave up and let go, feeling the diaper around her quickly grow squishier and wetter as she flooded it. She pouted at the feeling, not wanting to sit back down, but eventually having to as the other urge building up inside of her grew. It seemed to be happening much quicker than it usually did, and as the cramps began to hit her, she found herself trying to clamp her hands to the rear of her diaper, only to realize that the diaper was too thick for that to do much good. Not that the tactic had helped her much earlier that day, she remembered with a blush. She sat instead, wrinkling her nose at how cool and clammy it now felt, pushing her bottom into the soft mattress beneath her.
It didn't take her long to realize that wasn't going to help much, either. Her eyes widened as she fidgeted in place, only to feel a mushy squelch beneath her, one that felt all too familiar and humiliating. She was already going! She whimpered into her pacifier at the indignity of having started to fill her diaper without even realizing it, lifting her butt from the mattress to try to press her hands to her bottom again, but that was the worst possible thing to do at that moment. The mattress had been too soft to halt the flow completely, but moving off of it just opened the floodgates. Trying to stop it was futile she quickly realized, so instead she just closed her eyes and pushed, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.
With her diaper now full, the picture of a naughty toddler sent to bed early was complete. She sniffled softly to herself as she tried to figure out how to get out of this situation, and how an adult witch could have gotten into it in the first place. The onesie made sure the muck was held close to her skin, even standing up, and the idea of sitting made her gag a little. But she couldn't stay standing in her crib forever. She put it off as long as she could, then crinkled her nose as she sank back down into the crib. While her stomach felt far better, the idea of actually falling asleep like this seemed impossible. Still, the sooner she fell asleep, the sooner she could ignore the feeling in her pants. She tossed and turned, curling up and laying down flat on her stomach, trying to find the most comfortable position, but none of them seemed to work.
She had no idea how long it really had been since M07H3R had put her to bed, but it had felt like hours before she used her diaper, and even longer before, finally, she was able to drift off. She felt exhausted then, so she thought it had to be rather late. She just hoped she woke up, or was woken up, early enough that M07H3R would change her before Kurin got there. It would be humiliating enough to wake up in a wet and messy diaper, even without her boss being there to see.
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The morning began like every morning at daycare. M07H3R had spent the night going over the inventory, placing delivery orders for more diapers, food, and supplies as needed. She had cleaned the place and put all toys back in their bins, and made a new column on the potty chart. Today's column had Sierra on it along with the other children, with all of her tallied accidents from the day before still there. By the time Kurin showed up, M07H3R was waiting at the door for her with the morning report.
"Morning Miss Kurin," M07H3R said with a small bow, opening the door.
"Mornin' Mother, before you go into the usual report, can you tell me how my employee behaved last night?"
"She was fussy through dinner and her bath, but quieted down at her early bedtime."
Kurin nodded at this. "Is she awake yet?"
M07H3R shook her head. "No ma'am, she's still asleep in the nursery."
"Why don't you prepare breakfast M07H3R, and I'll go wake her up," Kurin said walking past the android. In truth, Kurin hadn't been able to stop thinking about Sierra most of the night before. There was something absolutely adorable about her 'employee'. Kurin had always suspected that Sierra had a bit of a maturity problem, pretending to be older then she was. She had a feeling this morning might just prove it.
Opening the door to the nursery, Kurin was immediately hit by the familiar smell of baby powder, but also the slightly pungent smell of what was obviously a messy diaper. The daycare owner just rolled her eyes, smirking a bit as she went over to the crib where Sierra was sleeping, peeking in to see her in her sleepers with a pacifier in her mouth. She didn't even need to check the girl's diaper to know she'd messed it sometime in the night. If there had been any doubt in Kurin's head, they were all gone now. She'd managed to hire a baby to help look after other babies. That just wouldn't do.
Letting the side of the crib down, Kurin took a seat next to Sierra, giving her hair a soft pet to try and stir the girl to life. "Sierra. Sierra sweetie, its time to wake up," Kurin said softly. "We've got to change your diaper and get you ready for another day at daycare."
Seeing this baby girl in her sleeper and full diapers, Kurin had already made up her mind. Sierra was going to remain in diapers for at least the rest of the day, and probably longer if things continued as they were. There was a secret smile on Kurin's lips as she thought about the possibility of finding Sierra like this every morning for many to come and just how she'd handle it.
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Sierra groaned, wrinkling her nose at the smell. Had she fallen asleep at work again? M07H3R was bound to give her another lecture about this! And now, once she woke up, she was going to have to deal with some stupid baby's dirty diaper! It wasn't fair! She tried to pretend she was still asleep, hoping her co-worker would take over and change the kid's diaper before she "woke up", just so she wouldn't have to. Changing diapers was just the worst!
After another moment or so, memories began to slowly return to her, and she began to realize that things weren't quite as she'd originally thought. She had fallen asleep a time or two in the rocking chair, but she was laying down now, which was quite unusual, as was the fact that she seemed to be covered by a blanket. Yet she knew she had to be at work anyway, because the scent of baby powder and messy diapers was too strong to ignore. Feeling a bit confused, she opened her eyes slightly and saw the nursery, indeed, though strangely it was the nap room.
She yawned, starting to stretch, her eyes widening as she did so. The "blanket" seemed to follow her every movement, but, far worse than that, the movement made her quite aware of a cool, mushy feeling around her crotch, as it was pulled tighter against her skin. The baby in the dirty diaper was her! Her eyes shot open, her memory of the day before flooding back, as well as the dim recollection of what had woken her up this morning, just a split second before she noticed Kurin sitting next to her. With a start, she scrambled out of her sleeping position to a sitting one, instantly regretting it as her bottom squished the mess in her pants even further.
"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" she squeaked, holding her mittened hands over her bulging crotch, as if that would keep Kurin from figuring out what had happened. "That stupid robot drugged me! It isn't my fault!" It was probably a lie, she knew. More than likely, the large amount of food, and the fact that it was such simple baby food that took her much less time to digest than what she was used to, was what had caused her accident, but she didn't know that for sure! She certainly wouldn't put it past M07H3R! And it was definitely the robot's fault that she was sitting there like this in front of her boss! Enough was enough! "I told you, her programming is all messed up! You need to either get rid of her, or get her some kind of firmware update, or something, because I won't work like this anymore!" She folded her arms, trying to look as stern as she could manage.
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"Its not what it looks like... really?" Kurin said, trying hard not to giggle. "Sierra, you're in a crib. You're wearing diapers and I can tell you after having owned a daycare for a few years, I know what the smell of a messy baby smells like," she said. "That robot didn't drug you, I told her to keep you overnight to see if you could behave yourself or at least prove you have a shred of maturity, and well... I'd say you failed pretty spectacularly."
The way Sierra folded her arms really didn't help her case. Trying to look stern in the outfit she was wearing only made her look pouty, or like she'd woken up on the wrong side of the crib. Kurin shook her head, offering a sigh. "I'm not getting rid of M07H3R, at the moment she's the ONLY one I can apparently trust to run the daycare," Kurin said as she reached a hand forward to pop some of the snaps along the inside of Sierra's legs on her sleeper. It was something Sierra hadn't been able to do with her mitts, and although Kurin could smell that Sierra definitely needed a change, she wanted to rub it in a little as she started to check her just like a toddler. A few gentle pats at the thick disposable was enough to tell her just how much of a baby Sierra had been.
"C'mon, I think you need a little more help today. Lets get you changed into a clean diaper for breakfast. Wouldn't want you stinky when our guests and their parents arrive, would we?" asked Kurin as she offered a hand to try and tug Sierra out of her crib. Unlike the super strong Android, she couldn't exactly carrying Sierra around, although if need be, the android was just a call away.
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Sierra's cheeks burned bright red as she watched her boss unsnap her sleeper, trying sleepily, and ineffectively, to bat the woman's hands away from her crotch. There was at least that onesie still there to block the woman's view of Sierra's bulging diaper, but Sierra still hated the thought of Kurin seeing her like this, especially as the woman began to pat the diaper. She somehow found an even deeper shade of red to blush, trying to squirm further into the crib, wanting to get away from her, but managing only to squish the clammy mess in her pants even further.
"No!" she gasped, trying to scramble even further away from Kurin's offered hand, only to run into the bars behind her. Some of the kids and their parents had already seen her like this the day before, but not all of them, and not right off the bat! She didn't want the twins especially to know that the awful consequences of their prank were still going on! She couldn't let them see her still diapered! "Y-You can't make me!" she pouted.
Unfortunately, from the look on her face, it seemed that Kurin had made up her mind, so there was only one thing left to do. Sierra shook her head with a sniffle. "You can't make me! I quit! I never liked working here anyway! This place is stupid! I hope your stupid, broken robot diapers you next, you bitch!" she spat, though even as she was saying it she realized that it would be far more effective if she could stomp out as she was saying it. Unfortunately, she was still stuck in her crib, with Kurin standing in front of her, blocking her only way out, leaving her only able to smack her hands on the crinkly mattress beneath her and kick her feet, not realizing just how much that made her look like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
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Kurin just stood there waiting for Sierra to finish her swearing. Raising an eyebrow as if to say 'are you done now?'
"At this point, I didn't think you were working here any more either Sierra. I can't trust you too, so I accept your resignation," Kurin said as she turned to call over her shoulder. "M07H3R please assist me and change Sierra, she's formally checking into daycare until her parents come to pick her up," she said, and not a moment later, the tall Android was coming into the room. "She'll need a paci, she has a potty mouth this morning and if it continues just wash her mouth out with soap, I don't want the children picking up any of her naughty language," Kurin said dismissively.
"Very good miss," M07H3R said as she suddenly scooped Sierra out of the crib, carrying her with an arm behind her back and one under her legs to place her mushy bottom first onto the changing table. She started strapping the girl down, before reaching into her apron to pull out a pacifier and stuff in her mouth.
"I'll go finish breakfast, Sierra is about relative age to a toddler by my best guess. No worries about potty training her," Kurin said, trying to hide the hint of a smile. She casually left the room and Sierra to her diaper change.
With the same efficiency as the day and evening before, M07H3R unsnapped and removed the lower half of her sleeper before untaping the girl's diaper and starting the process of wiping down her messy bottom. The android ignored complaints, just humming softly before getting out more rash cream, powder, and another thick toddler diaper. In just a few minutes, Sierra was freshly and thickly diapered as M07H3R was getting her clothing for the day.
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Sierra felt a tiny pang of remorse as Kurin accepted her resignation, knowing that, unless she found another job very soon, money was going to be quite tight. She had worked so hard to save up enough to get her own place, moving as far away as she could! As much as she loved her dad, she didn't want to have to move back again so soon after finally gaining her independence! Maybe it had been a mistake, striking out so far from home, but after everything she'd been through, it seemed like starting over was the only hope Sierra had of feeling like a grown up. Still, there was no way Kurin could keep working here like this! It was definitely for the best!
Her eyes widened as Kurin continued, however, her stomach twisting as she saw the looming figure of M07H3R return to the room, right as her former boss announced the reason she was letting her quit so easily. "No!" she squeaked at the very idea of becoming an official resident of the daycare she used to work at. Even having heard Kurin's order, she couldn't keep herself from sputtering, "Fuck you! You can't do this to me! You can't keep me here!" even as the robot lifted her, showing just how easily she could do just that. Sierra wrinkled her nose as her bottom sank into the cool and clammy mess in her diaper, only to be tied into place, unable to even try to roll off the table and escape, and, a moment later, her angry words were muffled by a pacifier.
Sierra tried to spit it out when she heard Kurin continue. She thrashed desperately against the straps, a pit opening in her stomach as she realized that if she couldn't somehow change either Kurin or M07H3R's minds, both of which seemed quite made up, she would be trapped here. She was miles from her wand, which was her only real hope for escape, completely at the mercy of a robot that was powerful enough to control every moment of her day and counter any move she might make to escape. "No!" she mumbled behind the paci. "Don't listen to her! I am potty trained! I don't need diapers, you stupid machine! Let me go!" She groaned in frustration as M07H3R ignored her, changing her into a fresh diaper anyway. Surely Kurin had to be joking! Right? There was no way she'd do this! She wiggled her bottom in the hot, tight, confining diaper, realizing this might be what she wore and went to the bathroom in for a very long time. If M07H3R didn't even try to "potty train" her, Sierra doubted she would let her use the toilet even if she found the courage to ask in front of all the kids!
And her dad was halfway across the country, and she hadn't bothered to pick up the last few times he'd called, maybe sending him a quick text that she was fine every now and then. He probably wouldn't think anything of not hearing from her while she was stuck in here! He'd just think she was still busy trying to set up her new life. But here she was, trapped in the same situation she'd found herself in so many times, only even more stuck than usual.
"M07H3R, stop it! You can't do this!" she tried to yell past her pacifier as she watched the robot start looking through outfits. "I'll... I'll..." But there was nothing she could offer her. She was a robot, what could Sierra tempt her with that would get her to go against her programming and her owner? "Just... Just let me go!" she demanded, trying to kick her feet as much as she could with her strapped down as she was. "I don't wanna be in daycare!"
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To the android, Sierra was nothing but a fussy baby now. Her requests were no longer accepted as an employee, she had been re-categorized as a toddler. Telling M07H3R she didn't need diapers would get her nowhere. The only commands M07H3R was liable to accept were when she was hungry or needed a change. As M07H3R lifted Sierra by the ankles, she ignored her pleas and cries, and started to change her full diaper.
It was her second messy change in as many days, and the potty chart up front would be showing that in just a few moments. M07H3R used the front half the diaper to help wipe the girl down, before pulling her legs up high enough and starting to wipe her bottom with wet wipes. It was humiliating and everything that Sierra had seen a messy toddlers go through in their diaper changes a 100 times before. Since she'd spent the better part of the night in a messy diaper, the wiping took a little while to get her all clean. When she was finally done, M07H3R balled up the used diaper, and took out a daytime thickness diaper and unfolded it to place under her. Lowering Sierra onto it, she took out rash cream and powder, applying both and rubbing them in. When she was satisfied with a proper coating, M07H3R pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it snugly on, securing Sierra for the day in her new diaper.
"There we go, that wasn't so bad was it? Messy pants all clean," M07H3R said cheerily. She didn't free Sierra yet, leaving the safety strap on while she went to get some clothing for Sierra to wear at her first day as an attendee at daycare instead of an employee. M07H3R returned with a purple onesie, and a pink denim pair of overalls. She was just as efficient at dressing Sierra as she was changing her and as the straps were undone, Sierra was stripped of her already undone sleeper, and her undershirt removed, only to be replaced by the onesie, snapping snugly around her diaper at the crotch, and then being forced to step into the overalls as the straps crossed and came over her shoulders. The clothing was oddly comfortably sized for her, and like the onesie, had crotch snaps for easy changes. It also seemed to have extra room built into the bottom, and ballooned naturally with her diapers, making it rather obvious what she was wearing underneith even if her crinkling didn't give her away.
Clean diaper, and dressed, M07H3R scooped her up to take to the kitchen where Kurin was just finishing the prep.
"There she is, feel better now that you're changed and dressed?" the woman asked her now former employee.
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Sierra whined into her pacifier as she felt her crotch being coated in slick, greasy rash cream, still hardly able to accept the fact that this might really be her fate, even as the diaper was taped into place, then covered in two layers of infantile clothing that did nothing to hide what she was wearing underneath them. She stared down at her outfit, wiggling her padded bottom and wincing at the crinkle she heard, knowing there would be no doubt to anyone used to seeing children in diapers, which, of course, all of their clients were quite familiar with.
As she was carried into the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling like, somehow, they'd transformed her into a real toddler. In a way, she almost wished they had. She felt just as powerless as one, and at least only being physically a couple years old she would have an excuse. But she was a fully grown adult! She had access to all kinds of power, even if she wasn't always the best at controlling it! She shouldn't be in diapers, or living in a daycare! She should be able to put a stop to all of this!
And yet, when Kurin turned to look at her, Sierra felt her defiance quickly wilt away as she squirmed in M07H3R's arms, chewing on her pacifier's bulb. She was angry at the woman, since she had given M07H3R the order that had ensured the robot wouldn't listen to her, not that she had been doing that for the last day anyway, but that anger was being slowly diluted by fear as she thought about just how thoroughly she was trapped. "No!" she sulked, wriggling in M07H3R's grip, though she knew no amount of movement from her would make the robot put her down until it was ready. "I would feel better if I had my real underwear back! You can't keep me here anymore! Just let me go home!"
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"As a daycare owner, I can't in good conscience do that Sierra. Look at you, you're a baby girl. I almost feel irresponsible for not having realized it earlier," she said, and it sounded like she was being serious. "Baby girls need to be looked after, and no need to worry you pretty little head, we'll take great care of you," Kurin smiled.
M07H3R brought Sierra over to the high chair. Seating her and quickly locking her place with the tray table. She was in for more of the same humiliation as yesterday. A bib tied around her neck, bowls of high fiber goopey oatmeal prepared, and no bottle presented. It likely meant she'd be getting her milk from a different source when she was out of her high chair. Kurin looked on, seeming please as M07H3R started getting a spoon ready.
The buzzer for the front door rang. "Oops, looks like our usual kids are here, right on time," Kurin said turning and leaving the kitchen. There was some quiet chatting down the hall before the daycare owner led the parents of Cris and Jamie along with the bratty kids into the kitchen. M07H3R was already in the process of trying to get a fussy looking Sierra to take a bite of her food, one or two missed attempts splotching her cheeks.
"Sooo this is the girl who wet herself that our kids were telling us about," the mother shook her head. The father just looked confused and shrugged. "Least she's being cared for. You two behave today, okay?" he said to his twins.
"We will!" The smiled back up at their mom and dad, even if they had crossed fingers behind their back that Sierra could see.
The parents left, and shortly after more arrived. Kurin made a little show of bringing them each with their kids to the kitchen. The worst thing about it was that none of the parents seemed surprised. One of the mothers of the toddlers came over and even gave Sierra a cuchy cooo under her chin, proclaiming her the second most adorable girl in daycare, after her own baby girl of course.
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Sierra sulked, feeling more and more annoyed each time she had to listen to Kurin calling her a baby, wanting to tell the woman once again that she was an adult, even though it didn't seem to sink into her former boss's mind. As she opened her mouth to say it, however, she was already being deposited into the high chair, the tray clicking ominously into place, a large bowl of bland looking mush set down on top of it. It really didn't matter if she was a baby or not! It was clear Kurin and M07H3R were determined to treat her like one, and there was nothing she could do but try to keep her lips sealed as long as possible, to avoid having to eat the junk in that bowl.
She should have known from all those times watching the robot feed fussy toddlers that it wouldn't work, and, sure enough, within moments she was swallowing the thick, almost tasteless goop already smeared on her face, helped along by the distraction of wondering which of the kids was at the door, and going to see her like this first. She wrinkled her nose, suddenly hit by the realization that this oatmeal, and everything else she ate, was going to wind up in the diaper that was crinkling beneath her as she squirmed in her seat. As she'd found out yesterday, she couldn't get into the bathroom if M07H3R didn't want her to, and Kurin had told M07H3R not to even try to potty train her! She'd used the toilet for the last time for God only knew how long yesterday.
Sierra let out a gasp as the twins' parents walked into the kitchen with their kids, her already messy cheeks turning red. Part of her hoped they wouldn't recognize her, and, as they spoke, she wasn't sure they had. As they left, however, and Sierra worried about what their bratty children would get up to that day, she wondered if that was such a good thing after all. If they had, maybe they would have tried to help her out of this. It would be embarrassing, but at least it would be an escape.
As the other parents started to show up, however, while Sierra's stomach continued getting filled with her oatmeal, she began to realize that they did recognize her. They recognized her, and they saw nothing wrong with what was happening to her. Her tummy dropped as she began to wonder if they'd always seen her as a kid, just slightly older than their own, who was being allowed to look after the younger kids as a way to keep her occupied and happy, and feeling more mature than she really was. She wanted to yell out at them that she wasn't a baby, but she could never quite form the words. It got harder with each set, as her face grew more messy and her belly more full, until, when she was tickled under the chin, she found herself giggling in response instead.
After all, she was dressed no more maturely than any of the kids that had been brought in. Since they actually had some potty trainers that day, her clothes were even less mature than some of theirs! She was eating the same thing, as disgusting as it tasted. She'd probably had a very similar night to most of them, and likely an earlier bedtime than some. She didn't have a job, or even school to worry about. All she had to do all day was play around in the daycare, being taken care of by M07H3R, who had enough control over this place, and her, to ensure there was no escape.
She gulped down another spoonful of oatmeal, her face falling as it dawned on her that about twenty-four hours ago, she'd been sulking in the rocking chair, playing with her phone, dreading another day of changing diapers. Now, in under one full day, she was the one in diapers, which she'd used more times already than she cared to remember! It had all happened so fast, so easily... Part of her almost wondered if Kurin had been right, and she'd been a baby all along. Maybe that would explain why this kept happening to her, over and over. Either way, for all intents and purposes, she was one now.
She'd always managed to escape this fate before, but this time around she had no idea how to pull that off. Despite all the problems she'd had in the past with kids getting ahold of her wand, she never should have left it at home! Now, she'd been reduced from a daycare worker and former Ilvermorny student to a pants-filling toddler, completely under the thumb of a massively strong and unreasonable robot. As she squirmed in the high chair, her diaper growing warmer as her bladder began to dribble into it, she had a bad feeling that, this time around, she'd better get used to all this.