The Nursery

Brenda was a technician she had been attached to a project at the local hospital in an old disused wing to try to build an automatic nursery care centre. The prototype was a hybrid system they had budgeted to build one for adult care and one for infant care but at the last minute the funding was reduced so they had tried to build a hybrid demonstration model. It had been a lot of work, but it had never succeeded. The machinery was technically good it had the capacity to manufacture custom fitting garments medical products and many other items rather than storing large stocks of say sized hospital gowns. The machine could carry out many complex operations but was to rough to use on humans they had never gotten past using the test dummies that sometimes didn’t return intact. Brenda was sure she could get it to work even though officially it had been abandoned and mothballed she had snuck back in. She was arrogant she was sure that without being held back by her other team members she could succeed alone, it was turning out extremely easy to reprogram. The automated systems just needed to learn how to deal with humans, then all of the menial chores of tending to an invalid’s needs: washing and feeding would be over. A little tinkering a practice run to monitor the nursery and make sure that everything was functioning normally and she could get all the praise and promotion with pay and benefits for a job well done.

Brenda just had to calibrate the automatic intake procedure to be less aggressive. She was changing a sensor one moment then she slipped, she hit an activation button and landed on a padded table in front of the machine. Before she could react there was a mechanical hand in front of her, it sprayed an aerosol  right in her  face. She  recoiled then it went black, she was lying on her back she realized that the spray must have made her pass out for a split second and fall backwards. "Override Engage" she tried to yelled, But it wasn't easy for her to get the words out. She tried to stand up, feeling weak. A padded mechanical arm none to gently pushed her back onto the table.

"Over... ridaw... Enaww..." It was getting difficult for Brenda to speak. What had the machine done to her? She tried to remember what its involuntary committal subroutine entailed. She tried to reach for the shut off button with her hand, but her arm just limply jerked forward weakly and landed by her side. A mechanical arm seized Brenda roughly by her chin and pulled her face forward. "Ovaaww..." said Brenda. "Riffff... Enaaww...." She had lost all control of her tongue and lips. The main body of the machine woke up she could see the terminal she had been using running the main start up program, Brenda tried as hard as she could to get out of the Table, several mechanical arms positioned themselves to keep her in place. No part of her body was working right - all she could do was flail helplessly. "Ovvahhh... Riddd... Enaww...." she said in frustration.

The table slowly rose Brenda was lifted up, her feet positioned dangled instead of hitting the floor ready for the machine to swallow. Brenda was having difficulty holding her head up, it kept bobbing to her chest, or falling to one side. To her horror Brenda looked at the machine console and saw what program it was going to be running, she realised she would soon be put into the infant care system! "Ovaah! Riaaah!" cried Brenda pathetically. With a hum the machine lifted Brenda clean up off the table and rested her on the complex systems main conveyor belt. Frantically, Brenda tried to summon her strength she was struggling with all her might, but she couldn't even roll off of her back. Her arms and legs jerked ineffectually, all that was coming out of her throat were gurgles and cries. Brenda was helpless the machine could do what it wanted the involuntary intake procedure had been well designed.

The machine recorded her personnel data weight size etc with a scanner making an infant record for her.  A robotic arm lifted her head up a few inches, let it go, and a sensor watched her effort not to let it fall. The machine grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look straight up. Using a scanner mounted on a robotic arm, it scanned her retinas into the system's security files, overriding whatever clearance she previously had she was now just an infant with no rights. Brenda gurgled in protest, but couldn't even keep her eyes closed. The machine started whirring it was gearing up machinery began descending toward her. Padded mechanical arms gathered her in a rough embrace, pressing her arms and legs together making sure she was centred on the belt and unable to roll off. A mechanical scanning device took a picture of her retinas and confirmed her identity as one of the centre’s infants. Then the belt started up again, and she began moving forwards towards the main body of the machine. 

The padded arms released her in a cramped dimly lit compartment a heavy hatch swung shut behind her inside everything, including the robot arms, was padded and coloured pink. A repetitive, tinkling melody was playing on an internal sound system, it was badly out of tune the machine had decided she was to be treated as an infant. The horrified Brenda was calling out for help, but she sounded just like a baby trying to talk: "Aaahhll...fff! Mmmuuh...Kkkk..." The, mechanical arms descended they roughly picking off her clothes. A clamp attached to her right foot then one attached to her left smaller arms cut through the laces. Her shoes and socks went first; her work pants were removed she tried to kick, but the system clamped her legs in place and pulled her pants off. Her sweater and top peeled off quickly, her arms were so weak that they flew above her head as soon as the garments reached her armpits. Her bra was just pulled apart by the system she was rendered topless, after a short useless struggle, the machine was still far to harsh to look after a proper child.

Brenda lay kicking on the floor, clad only in her tiny white panties, robot arms lifted the humiliated girl off the floor and slid a colourful plastic sheet under her, then put her down again and firmly peeled off her panties. Brenda sobbed like a baby while the system spread her legs in a V above her with mechanical arms that could probably hold a small car each and cleaned her very grown-up, well-rounded ass with a moist rotating brush that seemed to go on forever.

The conveyor belt started again. she felt herself moving down a short slope. The naked girl landed in a shallow pool of warm, soapy water, with robot arms cradling her head and securing her legs keeping them above water level. Using soft sponges, the system slowly washed every inch of Brenda's bare, helpless body, taking care to scrub inside her ears and between her toes. miserable as she was, She couldn't help but be turned on a little as the soapy sponge did a thorough job on her pussy, working its way into every fold of flesh it stayed there for an age it was getting to much. She tried to reach out to stop the machine but two mechanical arms simply reached out grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. She felt something tight being forced over each of her hands some sort of mitten. Then they were sealed shut over her hands rendering them useless. The machine had integrated some of the subroutines from the program to deal with violent mental patients, Brenda did not know what to expect. The machine then continued to work on her pussy going through the whole cycle again soon Brenda was desperately panting writhing about held in place.

Lulled by the warm water and in a sexual daze, she barely noticed when the system moved forwards lifting her from her bath back up onto the conveyor and drying her from head to toe with arms that ended in fluffy white brushes, that rubbed her until she was dry. But she became alert when mechanical arms spread her legs wider. This was the part that she was dreading, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. First her ass and pussy were patted with powder puffs until she was white with talcum powder. Then, as she watched in horror, she was quickly, neatly wrapped and strapped into a tight disposable diaper. The machine had used quite a few extra absorbent pads so the bundle was very thick between her legs, then she was encased in tight rubber protective pants, some part of the machine thought of her as a baby some parts reacted as if she was an adult.

Brenda had given up fighting, but the sight of herself in diapers made her start kicking and gurgling again. I'm not going to be a baby! she thought. I'm not! But all that came out of her mouth was "Ah-ba! Ah!" the machine held her arms behind her back and her legs spread wide, there was very little she could do. The crying, diapered girl was then rubbed down with baby oil until she shined, a process that left her nipples involuntarily stiff. Having measured her length, the system produced a thick elastic pink article of clothing. It was stretched out by robot arms, however, the garment was revealed as a body suit with odd sleeves ending in straps and feet built into it, “Aff! Ffuu... Ggg!" She protested as the system worked her wriggling body into the elastic suit one limb at a time, turning her over on her belly to reduce her mobility. When she was finally zipped in the machine closed a flap over the heavy zip and sealed the flap shut. Brenda looked quite cute in her new outfit, though her C-cup breasts gave the suit curves that it had never displayed before. The odd parts on the ends of the mittens came into play, the machine flipped her over it pulled the straps through a tight central loop at the front of the garment then through two side loops, then the machine flipped Brenda back on her front. The machine finished drawing the straps tightly together. Brenda found herself in a tight inescapable self hug she realised it was a straight jacket of sorts as the machine got every last bit of slack out of her arms, the machine was using a mixture of subroutines to control her. Then it cut the straps short sealed the ends and riveted them shut to each other, she wouldn’t be free of the garment any time soon locked in a tight hug.

Still on her stomach, arms restrained and legs still jerking feebly, She was fitted with a pink baby bonnet that secured with a strap under her chin. Then the system spread out a thick pink rubber blanket on the floor next to her. With her arms neatly tucked in, the system neatly rolled her up in the blanket it wrapped round her once twice three times forming a tight cocoon. There were fastening straps built into the blanket they were secured tightly around her with a squeaking sound of rubber on rubber, it tightly covered her contours from feet to shoulders. "Waaaa!" she cried as she writhed on the floor. Swaddled mercilessly in the blanket so that only her bonneted head and her shoulders were visible the machine had created that little trick itself Brenda had no idea how it had done it, the computer must be able to adapt to combine programs, She was now completely immobile, and could be cared for without constant monitoring.

The system assembled all cradle modules from standardised parts, so it had no difficulty producing a unit suitable for an infant of Brenda’s size. The cocooned girl was lifted off the floor and lowered into her new cradle, with her head propped up by a bright pink rubberised pillow. "Brenda' was printed on one end of the cradle in pink letters.

To her surprise, a robot arm descended towards her head with a pink pacifier, it was more like a muzzle, the pacifier was huge and had a set of straps dangling from it. She tried to pull away but it was pushed into her mouth forcing her jaw open, a strap was secured behind her head and another under her chin keeping it in place. She looked up and saw The lid of the cradle close and lock she was even more of a prisoner. Having nothing else to do, she gazed up at the ceilings.

The conveyor belt carried her out of the changing room, making her cradle rock gently with its motion. She was tightly trapped by the sides of the narrow Metal cradle, helplessly swaddled in the tight rubber blanket and the tight straight jacket, unable to move properly even if she were free, the exhausted girl stopped fighting her destiny. To her distress, she noticed that she was sucking on the pacifier for comfort. She stopped instantly, but whenever her mind wandered, her sucking instinct seemed to start again.

She was in the nursery now, moving past a long line of empty spaces. The belt deposited her in her assigned space, where she came to rest, rocking gently. Without much hope of escape, she tried to push at the sides of the cradle, wondering whether she could tip it over but it was quickly bolted to the floor by the machine. As her rocking became more vigorous, an alarm sounded, and a light above her flashed red. The alarm attracted the attention of a complex cluster of robot arms above the cradle. "Mmm...Mmm..." said the wide-eyed Brenda around her pacifier, looking up in fear as the arms descended.

The lid of the cradle opened, the arms instantly began to apply tight thick rubber straps round Brenda’s swaddling blanket and the cradle, mercilessly securing her down with straps over her chest, which neatly tucked and folded the edges of the rubber blanket so that it tightly framed and pushed up Brenda's boobs. Extra straps went round her ankles waist and knees. A robotic arm brushed past Brenda’s chest tweaking her nipples; She could do nothing but endure the erotic tingle, which travelled instantly from her nipples to her cleaned, diapered pussy.

The arms removed her pacifier un-strapping it then prying it out of her jaw. They then inserted a giant baby bottle into her open mouth. There was a whirring Brenda felt her lips and gums suddenly suctioned around the bottle's nipple, making an airtight seal. "Mmm-wwpp!" uttered the helpless girl, a strap was wrapped round her head keeping the bottle in place. Liquid was trickling slowly into her mouth. It was milk probably powdered milk re-hydrated, perhaps with something chemically sweet added. When her mouth became too full, she had no choice but to swallow. Immediately the milk began to fill her mouth again. The machine rested the large bottle between her pushed-up tits.

Brenda realised the machine would use a dosed with a powerful laxative, to make her first few days in diapers easier. By the time her system was full of baby food, she won't need the laxative any more.
"Mmmmm!" said the humiliated Brenda, tears forming in her eyes. But her mouth was full, and she had no choice but to swallow another mouthful of the laxative. The machine placed a blindfold over her eyes and secured it behind her head. The lid of the cot locked shut how long was the machine planning to keep her a baby? Did it have any limit at all? She should have told someone of her plan, she was made to take another gulp of laxative. All around her were the sounds of the machine she was rocked gently. The defeated girl felt her self slipping into sleep would she ever get out?

The Nursery 2

Susanna was unemployed she was 18 years old and had nothing to do. She wanted a social life but she didn’t have the money to fund one. She had tried several jobs but didn’t have the drive to work. So she was looking for a way to fund her life style without the work part. She was dressed all in black, black hooded jacket black trainers tight black pants. She had seen the abandoned part of the hospital, there might be something worth taking she could sell at the very least it was better than watching tv. The more  she had thought about it the stupider it seemed. The building had a sign outside research wing but it looked old and disused anything valuable had probably gone a long time ago. She found a window on the ground floor that was shut rather than locked soon she was inside. Susanna was walking along she old corridor she saw a crumpled up piece of paper it wasn’t covered by a layer of dust. On the top were the initials ANCC she un-crumpled the paper it read automatic nursery care centre, Susanna screwed the paper back up and dropped it. Susanna saw a bag left on a desk and some paperwork she was not alone she carefully looked around. 

There was a room marked prototype bay someone had left a light on, maybe there was something worth having. Susanna walked into the room. There was a giant machine occupying half the room there were access panels off the machine and resting on the floor. There was a tool bag and a few tools scattered on the floor. The machine looked partly like a cat scan machine and partly like the start of an assembly line of some sort. There was a red light Susanna walked closer to it to get a better look, there was a light beeping Susanna got closer there was a sigh which said prototype demonstration model. The automated systems waited an indicator flashed backwards and forwards adult child adult child. Susanna got closer she was curious and wanted to see what it was.

There was a box drawn in hazard tape on the floor Susanna stepped over it. A red light shone next to a sign automatic intake procedure active. Susana got closer , She stood on a metal ramp next to a padded table. The machine activated and slowly the padded table lowered until it reached floor level. Susanna got closer she was curious. From inside the machine there was movement hands darted out of it. The ramp suddenly moved under her feet tipping her onto the padded table in front of the machine. Before Susanna could react there was a half dozen mechanical hands in front of her, She was rolled onto her front padded grips clamped her arms to her sides at wrist and shoulder more padded claws held her legs together at knee and ankle. A thin nozzle came to rest over her face . Susanna looked up she tried to struggle she tried to back away from it. The nozzle sprayed an aerosol  right in her  face. She felt her vision blur then it went black. She woke up seconds later she was not being held down and she was now lying on her back the machine had turned her over. She realized that the spray must have made her pass out she didn’t intend to find out what else the machine intended to do but when she tried to get up her body did not respond. "Help me" she tried to yelled, but it wasn't easy for her to get the words out. She tried to roll of the table, feeling disorientated. A large padded mechanical arm forcefully pushed her back onto the table.

"Ple... Hee... Mm..." It was difficult for Susanna to speak. What had the strange machine done to her? She tried to reach for her phone to call anyone to help, but her arm just limply jerked forward weakly and landed by her side. A mechanical arm clamped a collar round Susanna’s neck roughly and pulled her face forward. "Heaww..." said Susanna. "Mm... Mm...." She had lost all control of her tongue and lips. The main body of the machine woke up she could see the terminals spring to life , Susanna tried as hard as she could to get out of the table she slid a little way, several mechanical arms pushed her back in place. No part of her body was working right - all she could do was flail helplessly. "Mmmmm... Mmm... Mm...." she said in frustration.

The table slowly rose Susanna was lifted up, her sneakers positioned dangled ready for the machine to swallow. Susanna was having difficulty focusing her head kept bobbing to her chest, or falling to one side. To her horror she looked at the machine console and saw what programs it was running it was simultaneous running infant care and enhanced psychiatric restraint, she realised she would soon be put experiencing whatever that combination meant! "Mmmm! Mmm!" She cried pathetically. With a hum the machine lifted her clean up off the table and rested her on the complex systems main conveyor belt. Frantically, Susanna tried to summon her strength she was wriggling with all her might but her arms and legs felt like they were made of rubber. She couldn't even roll off of her back. Her arms and legs jerked ineffectually, all that was coming out of her throat were gurgles and cries. She was helpless the machine could do what it wanted the involuntary intake procedure had been designed for the incapacitation of the most violently disturbed patient, she was as helpless as a newborn.

The machine industriously recorded her personnel data weight size etc with a scanner making a record for her.  A robotic arm lifted her head up a few inches, let it go, and a sensor watched her effort not to let it fall. The machine grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look straight up she tried to close her eyes, delicate mechanical fingers forced her eye lids open. Using a scanner mounted on a robotic arm, it scanned her retinas into the system's files, it linked to a medical database and downloaded her medical history, she was now just an involuntary patient or infant with no rights. Susanna gurgled in protest, but couldn't even keep her eyes closed. The machine started whirring it was gearing up machinery began descending toward her. Padded mechanical arms gathered her in a rough embrace, pressing her arms and legs together making sure she was centred on the belt and unable to roll off. A mechanical scanning device took a picture of her retinas and confirmed her identity as one of the centre’s patients. Then the belt started up again, and she began moving forwards towards the main body of the machine. 

The padded arms gently released her in a cramped dimly lit compartment. A heavy hatch swung shut behind her with a loud locking click. Inside everything, including the robot arms, was padded and coloured pink. A grating, tinkling melody was playing on an internal sound system, it was badly out of tune the machine had decided she was to be treated as an infant for now. She tried to bang against he padded walls her hands were limp. The horrified girl was calling out for help, but she sounded just like a baby trying to talk: "Aaahhll...fff! Mmmuuh...Kkkk..." The, mechanical arms descended quickly they roughly picking off her clothes. A hand seized her right foot then one attached to her left smaller arms cut through the laces. Her shoes and socks went first; her tight trousers were pulled of. She was pealed like a banana from the waist. She tried to kick, but the system clamped her legs in place . Her jacket and top peeled off quickly, her arms were so weak that they barely resisted the machine they flew above her head as soon as the garments reached her armpits. Her bra was shredded pulled apart by the system she was rendered topless, completely humiliated and defeated after a short useless struggle.

She lay kicking on the floor, clad only in her tiny pink panties, robot arms lifted the humiliated girl off the floor and slid a colourful plastic sheet under her, then put her down again and firmly peeled off her panties. She sobbed like a baby while the system spread her legs in a wide V above her with strong mechanical arms that could probably hold a small car each attached to her ankles and around her knees. The machine cleaned her very grown-up, well-rounded ass and between her stretched legs with a moist rotating brush that seemed to go on forever. Susanna began to squirm against the brush she felt herself blushing her nipples hardened and her toes began to curl. She heard herself starting to moan and she felt herself getting wet it was so humiliating. A robotic arm came from behind her and clamped her neck in a wide padded collar. The rotating brush continued to work away at her body. Susanna’s hands went to her mouth to try and stop her moaning finally when she was nearly ready for release the machine stopped. 

The conveyor belt started again. She felt herself moving down a short slope the arms still in place her legs stretched wide. The naked girl landed in a shallow pool of warm, soapy water, The robot arms took a firmer grip cradling her head and her legs keeping them above water level. Using soft sponges, the system slowly washed every inch of Susanna's bare, helpless body, taking care to scrub inside her ears and between her toes. Miserable as she was, She couldn't help but be turned on a little more as the soapy sponge did a thorough job on her pussy, working its way into every fold of flesh it stayed there for an age it was getting to much. She tried to control her arms to reach out to stop the machine but two mechanical arms simply reached out grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms sharply behind her back. A rubber ball was pushed into each of her palms, her hands were forced into fists, She felt a sticky tape being wrapped tightly around each of her hands. Then something tight being forced over each of her hands some sort of mitten that was tightened maybe laced up. Then there was a brief source of heat and another layer was added over her hands, they were sealed shut some sort of thick ridged plastic shell  over her hands rendering them useless. The machine then pulled her hands even further up behind her back between her shoulder blades, Susanna’s shoulder protested. The machine had dealt with her like a violent mental patients. The machine continued to work on her pussy with the rotating sponge. A large soapy sponge was forced into her mouth gagging her. Mechanical arms pushed on her elbows making her even more helpless. Soon Susanna was desperately panting her face was red her nipples hard her toes were curling she could feel her hips wiggling trying to push harder up against the sponge she was writhing about held in place, then she felt herself release soon after the machine stopped.

The sponge was pulled out of her mouth and her elbows were released. Lulled by the warm water and in a sexual daze, she barely noticed when the system moved forwards lifting her from her bath back up onto the conveyor and drying her from head to toe with arms that ended in fluffy white brushes, that rubbed her until she was dry. But she became alert when mechanical arms spread her legs painfully wider and back towards her shoulders. What was going to happen now?, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. First her ass and pussy were patted with powder puffs until she was white with talcum powder. Then, as she watched in horror, the machine laid several thick pads over her crotch. She was quickly, neatly wrapped and in a tight disposable diaper it was so humiliating. Then, as she if on a replay the machine did it again , she was quickly, neatly wrapped and strapped into a second tight disposable diaper. There was some sort of locking clasp on the 2nd diaper if her hands were free she wouldn’t be able to get it off. The machine had used quite a lot of extra absorbent pads so the bundle was very thick between her legs. Then she felt the machine move her legs, she was encased in tight thick pink frilly rubber shorts from waist to mid thigh, some part of the machine thought of her as a baby some parts reacted as if she was an adult.

Susanna had mostly given up fighting, but the sight of herself in diapers made her start struggling and gurgling again. I don’t want to be a baby! she thought. I'm not! But all that came out of her mouth was "Mmm! Mmm!" the machine held her arms behind her back and her legs spread wide, there was very little she could do. The crying, diapered girl was then rubbed down with baby oil until she shined, a process that left her nipples involuntarily stiff. 

Having measured her length, the system produced a darlex garment, four layers of thick spandex fused with a layer of rubber in-between each layer ,pink in colour. It was stretched out by robot arms, however, the garment was revealed as a body suit with straps odd sleeves ending in straps and feet built into it, “Mmm! Mmm... Ggg!" She protested as the system worked her wriggling body into the ridiculously tight suit one limb at a time, turning her over on her belly to reduce her mobility. The back was zipped shut by a very heavy zip then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the zip then the machine closed a flap over the heavy zip and straps sealed the flap shut Susanna swore she could smell super glue. Susanna looked quite cute in her new outfit, though her Large breasts gave the suit dramatic curves it seemed to be designed to cling to her body. The odd parts on the ends of the mittens came into play, the machine flipped her over it carefully pulled the straps through a tight central loop at the front of the garment then through two side loops, then the machine flipped her back on her front. The machine pulled with all of its power the straps became very tight it finished drawing the straps tightly together. She found herself in a tight inescapable self hug she was in a straight jacket of sorts as the machine got every last bit of slack out of her arms. The Machine cut the straps short sealed the ends and riveted them shut to each other, but it wasn’t finished. two straps were joined to her suit forming cuffs round her upper arms. The Machine pulled the two straps together behind her back drawing her shoulder back and her chest out until her shoulders protested. then it cut the straps short sealed the ends and riveted them shut to each other she wouldn’t be free of the garment any time soon locked in a tight hug.

Susanna was not happy when the system produced a second pink darlex garment thiner than the first. It was stretched out by robot arms, the garment was revealed to have no arms “Mmm! Mmm...!!!" She protested as the system worked her body into the second tight suit one leg at a time, turning her over on her belly to reduce her mobility. The back was zipped shut then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the zip then the machine closed a flap over the heavy zip and straps the machine sealed the flap shut. Susanna looked armless in her new outfit it seemed very tight in the waist and made her, large firm breasts seem even bigger with the suits curves. With two layers she wouldn’t be free of the garment any time soon also she wouldn’t be changed for a long time.

Still on her stomach, arms restrained and legs still jerking feebly, Then the system spread out a thick pink rubber blanket on the floor next to her. With her arms neatly tucked away, the system neatly rolled her up in the blanket it wrapped round her once twice three then four times finally five stretching the rubber taunt forming a tight cocoon. There were fastening straps built into the blanket they were secured tightly around her with a squeaking sound of rubber on rubber, it tightly covered her contours from feet to shoulders. "Mmm!" she cried as she writhed on the floor. Swaddled mercilessly in the blanket so that only her head and her shoulders were visible, She was now completely immobile, and as the mercy of the machine to be cared for as its whim dictated.

The system assembled all cradle modules from standardised parts, so it had no difficulty producing a unit suitable for an infant of Susanna’s size. The cocooned girl was lifted off the floor and lowered into her new cradle, with her head propped up by a bright pink rubberised pillow. "Susanna' was printed on one end of the cradle in pink letters.

To her surprise, a robot arm descended towards her head with a strange pink pacifier, collar combination, it was more like a muzzle, the pacifier was absurdly huge and had multiple sets of thick straps dangling from it, there was also a heavy posture collar. Susanna tried to pull away but robotic arms forced her jaw open with dental tools. The soft rubbery mass invaded every corner of her mouth , the robotic arms retracted. A strap was secured behind her head pulling the gag tighter then a second and another under her chin keeping it in place. She was rolled onto her front three straps secured the collar and her hear was immobile she was rolled back into place. Connected to the pacifier by a short strap were pads forming a kind of blindfold, arms gently pushed the pads into her eye sockets then they were secured by robotic arms. She was fitted with a pink baby bonnet that was secured tightly with a strap under her chin. She heard the click as the lid of the cradle closed and locked she was even more of a prisoner. Having nothing else to do, she sucked on her pacifier.

The conveyor belt carried her out of the changing room, making her cradle rock gently with its motion. She was tightly trapped by the sides of the narrow Metal cradle, helplessly swaddled in the tight rubber blanket and the tight straight jacket, unable to move properly even if she were free, the exhausted girl stopped fighting her destiny. To her dismay, she noticed that she was sucking on the pacifier for comfort. 

She was in the nursery now, moving past a long line of empty spaces. The belt deposited her in her assigned space next to Brenda, where she came to rest, rocking gently. it was quickly bolted to the floor by the machine. A light above her flashed red. A complex cluster of robot arms above the cradle descended. "Mmm...Mmm..." said the scared Susanna she couldn’t see what was happening as the arms descended closer but she could hear them.

The lid of the cradle opened, the arms instantly began to apply tight thick pink rubber straps round Susanna’s swaddling blanket and the cradle, mercilessly securing her down with straps over her forehead chest, above and below her breasts which tightly framed and pushed up her boobs. Extra straps went round her ankles, a strap went over her toes keeping them in an arched position. More straps were applied at waist and above and below her knees. The robotic arms were far from finished they began to slowly adjust the cradle till it followed the contours of her body she felt the bars pushing against her shoulders then into her ribs then her waist and her hips. The machine continued the sides of the cot were adjusted one bar at a time. At the top of her thighs at her knees and ankles. The arms connected a giant baby bottle by a short tube into the gag in her mouth. There was a whirring she felt her lips and gums suddenly suctioned around the gag, making an airtight seal. "mmmmm!" uttered the helpless girl. Liquid was trickling slowly into her mouth. It was milk but chemically sweet added. When her mouth became too full, she had no choice but to swallow. Immediately the milk began to fill her mouth again. The machine rested the large bottle between her pushed-up tits.

"Mmmmm!" said the humiliated Susanna, tears forming in her eyes. But her mouth was full, and she had no choice but to swallow another mouthful of the Milk how long would it be between changes. The lid of the cot shut locking in place how long was the machine planning to keep her a baby? Did it have any limit at all? She should have told someone of her plan, she was made to take another gulp of Milk. All around her were the sounds of the machine she was rocked gently. The defeated girl felt her self slipping into sleep would she ever get out?