SCULLY IN THE NURSERY
                                1

  Agent Dana Scully ran across the rails and through the old industrial area. Empty, disused warehouses looked-down on her balefully as the smartly-dressed FBI Agent splashed across the cracked surface of the yard. She’d stopped her car after seeing her quarry’s lying dormant having crashed through tyre-shredding spikes.
  What was that? The sound of a can knocked-over or being dislodged! The redhead began to move warily in that direction...
  Scully wore a charcoal suit and tie but was unconcerned with her appearance as she backed against a grimy wall and checked the clip in her gun.
  Chavez was dangerous and she proceeded with caution, ever vigilant for more noises or signs of his journey.
  Carefully following the noises had brought her to a hole in the fence that overlooked the abandoned wing of the old psychiatric hospital.
  She had seen it on the approach to the yard during the chase but it looked even spookier up close...
  The creak of a long-disused door made up her mind for her and the short redhead struggled through the hole in the chain-link fencing to continue the chase.
  The building had a sign outside the 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 and soon she was inside.
  Dana crept along the old corridor when 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. Scully screwed the page back up and dropped it. She saw a bag left on a desk and some paperwork. The place looked abandoned but the paper hinted at some work still being carried-out there. Who cared? It was Chavez she was after!
  She heard a scuffed footstep up ahead and paused, her breath pooling-out onto the cold air before rejoining the chase. Up ahead was a sign on a set of double-doors which proclaimed PROTOTYPE BAY and she decided he might be in there.
  Scully looked-down to see a faded clipboard at her feet and slowly bent-down to pick it up. She eased the door open and tossed the thing inside so it clattered on the far side of the room. The only sound was its journey. No-one shot at it or ran.
  Still with her gun in her hand, the redhead crept into the room. The outline of a huge machine almost filled the space to the ceiling and she pondered on what the machine could be? It looked almost like a printing press-what was its purpose?
 There were access panels off the machine, they rested on the floor with a tool bag and a few tools scattered around. 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 and, burning with curiosity the diminutive redhead walked closer to it to get a better look.
  A light blinked on and off and as she got closer she could make-out a sign in the gloom which said prototype demonstration model. The automated systems wavered, an indicator flashing backwards and forwards adult/child- adult/child. Agent Dana Scully got closer. She was curious and wanted to see what it was.
  There was a box drawn in hazard tape on the floor and she stepped over it. A red light shone next to a sign- AUTOMATIC INTAKE PROCEDURE ACTIVE.
  Scully got closer and stood on a metal ramp next to a padded table. The machine activated and slowly the padded table lowered until it reached floor level.
    “What the hell is this thing?”
 From inside the machine there was movement and suddenly mechanical hands darted out of it. The ramp suddenly moved under her feet tipping her onto the padded table in front of the machine. Before she could react, half a dozen mechanical hands appeared in front of her! 
  She was rolled onto her front with padded grips clamping her arms to her sides at wrist and shoulder. More padded claws held her legs together at knee and ankle and a thin nozzle came to rest over her face. 
    “What the hell? Help, Help!” She cried, now not as bothered about keeping her silence!
  Scully looked up at the nozzle, she tried to struggle, she tried to back away from it but the aerosol-tip sprayed her directly in her face. She felt her vision blur then it went black. She woke up seconds later, not being held down but she was now lying on her back-the machine had turned her over!
  She realized that the spray must have made her pass-out but she didn’t intend to find out what else the machine intended to do! When she tried to get up however, her body did not respond;
    "Help me!" she tried to yell, 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 the normally erudite woman 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. 
    “I’ll get that for you, honey...”
  Scully looked-up with horror as Chavez hooked her phone out of her pocket and similarly withdrew her gun. A mechanical arm clamped a collar round Dana’s neck roughly and pulled her face forward;
    "He-" she gurgled. "Mm... Mm...." 
  She had lost all control of her tongue and lips. The main body of the machine woke up and she could see the terminals spring to life, Scully tried as hard as she could to get off the table.
  Chavez gently nudged her back on as she gurgled her protest.
    “Oh no baby, you don’t want to do that!” He chuckled. “This is going to be so much fun! I used to work here you know? It’s where I got access to all my drugs but this here experimental binder-I never did see it work properly...”
 She slid a little way but several mechanical arms also pushed her back in place. No part of her body was working right - all she could do was flail helplessly;
    "Mmm, mmm, wawah?" she said in frustration.
  Chavez giggled and scraped an old chair across to fully watch the show. The table slowly rose and the smartly dressed FBI Agent was lifted up, her black heels dangling ready for the machine to swallow. Scully was having difficulty focussing, her head kept bobbing to her chest, or falling to one side but she managed to lift it long enough to give Chavez a glare of pure hatred. 
  Then, to her horror she registered the word he’d used, ‘Binder’ and looked at the machine console to see what programs it was running. It was simultaneous running infant care and enhanced psychiatric restraint, she realised she would soon be experiencing whatever that combination meant! 
    "Mmmm! Mmm!" She cried pathetically and her eyes bulged as Chavez leaned over her to unzip her pants;
    “-got to help the old machinery along!” He giggled.
  With a hum, the machine lifted her up off the table (her slacks loosening and sliding-down an inch or two) and rested her on the complex systems’ main conveyor belt. 
  Frantically, the redhead 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 limbs 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 but 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, linking to a medical database and downloaded her medical history. She was now just an involuntary patient or infant with no rights. 
  She gurgled in protest, but couldn't even keep her eyes closed. The machine started whirring, it was gearing up and 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. 
  Scully raged (though she couldn’t vocalise it) as Chavez grinned down at her through a viewing port and licked his lips at the show he was anticipating.
  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 the padded walls but her hands were limp!
  The horrified woman was calling out for help, but she sounded just like a baby trying to talk;
    "WAAH! WAAH!" 
  Descending quickly, the arms roughly began picking-off her clothes. She was outraged! She’d spent a lot of money on her outfits and wanted to look ‘just right’! Nevertheless, a claw seized her right foot then one attached to her left and smaller arms cut through the straps of her expensive shoes!
  Her shoes went first then her tight trousers were pulled off together with her stockings as she was pealed like a banana from the waist. Chavez smirked as his haughty nemesis was stripped in front of him. She tried to kick, but the system clamped her legs in place. 
  Her jacket and blouse peeled off quickly, her arms were so weak that they barely resisted the machine and they flew above her head as soon as the garments reached her armpits. Her bra was shredded, pulled apart by the system and 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 agent off the floor and slid a colourful plastic sheet under her, then put her down again and firmly peeled off her knickers. 
  Chavez laughed so loudly that she could hear him over the machinery and indeed, inside the machine. 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 behind and between her stretched legs with a moist rotating brush that seemed to go on forever and Dana Scully 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 hot and wet, it was so humiliating!
  Chavez was now openly drooling as his enemy was totally humiliated in front of him. He ran a finger around his collar as he too, began to heat-up.
 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. Dana’s hands went to her mouth to try and stop her moaning but 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 and her legs stretched wide. The humiliated woman from the Federal Bureau of Investigation landed in a shallow pool of warm, soapy water and 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 her 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, working its way into every fold of flesh-it stayed ‘there’ for an age-this was getting too 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 and her hands were forced into fists. She felt a sticky tape being wrapped tightly around each of them. 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. At the view-port Chavez waved her FBI pass and gun, laughing as she shuddered with embarrassment-‘I WILL NOT CRY! I WILL NOT CRY!’ she vowed without speech as she felt her eyes get hot and watery.
  The machine then pulled her hands even further up behind her back between her shoulder blades and Scully’s shoulders protested. The machine had dealt with her like a violent mental patient!
  The machine continued to work between her legs with the rotating sponge and then a large soapy sponge was forced into her mouth gagging her. Mechanical arms pushed on her elbows making her even more helpless. Soon Dana was desperately panting. Her face was red, her nipples hard and 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? There was nothing she could do to stop it!
  First her rear end and intimate areas 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 if on a replay the machine did it again, she was once again neatly wrapped and strapped into a second tight disposable diaper! Almost involuntarily child-like the grown woman stamped her feet at her degrading treatment, not wishing to look back to see how much Chavez was enjoying it!
  There was some sort of locking clasp on the second diaper so that 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 a tight, thick, pink frilly rubber diaper up to her waist which the machine helpfully tucked her two absorbent nappies inside, some part of the machine thought of her as a baby some parts reacted as if she was an adult and, illogically, Agent Dana Scully thought of how big it would make her butt look. A tear now trickled down from the reduced, formerly proud woman’s eye and she DID look back to see her quarry laughing hysterically at her from behind the glass.
  Dana had mostly given up fighting, but the sight of herself in diapers and Chavez’s amusement 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 “WAAH! WAAH!" 
  The machine held her arms behind her back and her legs spread wide, there was very little she could do. The crying, diapered twenty nine-year old 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. It was pink in colour, stretched out by robot arms. However, the garment was revealed as a body suit with straps, odd sleeves ending in more 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. 
  A very heavy zip growled-up her back, fastening Dana Scully firmly into the baby-suit, 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 sealing the flap shut. 
  Dana Scully swore she could smell super glue and panicked even more, struggling against the machinery but to no avail!
  The formerly prim, orderly agent and doctor looked quite cute in her new outfit, though her large breasts gave the suit dramatic curves-it was designed to cling to the ‘baby’s’ 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. The machine then flipped her back on her front. The machine pulled with all of its power the straps became very tight and it finished drawing the straps tightly together. 
  Dana Scully FBI found her self in a tight inescapable self hug-she was in a straitjacket 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. Scully was glad that in her prone position she couldn’t see Chavez and his undoubted lust and hilarity at her present position. What about after, though? How could she defend herself against him?
  Two straps were joined to her suit forming cuffs around 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. She unwisely snatched a glance back and Chavez licked his lips at her now far more prominent boobs...
  Dana snatched her gaze away but was even less happy when the system produced a second pink darlex garment thinner than the first!
  It was stretched out by robot arms and the garment was revealed to have no arms;
    “Muuwdah,” she begged of her missing partner, “Muuwdah! Waah!" 
  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 and Dana looked armless in her new outfit. It seemed very tight in the waist and made her large firm breasts seem even bigger with the suit’s 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 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 it around her once, twice, three then four times, finally five-stretching the rubber taut to form 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, “WAAH!”
   Swaddled mercilessly in the blanket so that only her head and her shoulders were visible she was now completely immobile, and at 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 the FBI woman’s size. The cocooned redhead was lifted off the floor and lowered into her new cradle, with her head propped up by a bright pink rubberised pillow. DANA 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. Scully 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 head was immobile then she was rolled back into place. 
  She was fitted with a pink, frilly baby bonnet that was secured tightly with a strap under her chin. She heard a 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 and helplessly swaddled in the tight rubber blanket and the tight straitjacket, unable to move properly even if she were free. The exhausted woman 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 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..." gurgled Dana Scully around her pacifier as the arms descended closer, her eyes wild and rolling.
  The lid of the cradle opened, the arms instantly began to apply tight thick pink rubber straps round Dana’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.
  The arms connected a giant baby bottle by a short tube into the gag in her mouth. There was a whirring and she felt her lips and gums suddenly suctioned around the gag, making an airtight seal;     
    "MMMM!" muttered the helpless girl. Liquid was trickling slowly into her mouth. It was milk but with chemical sweetener 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 boobs.
    "Mmmm..." gurgled the now-pathetic FBI Agent. Tears formed 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? Scully thought horribly of the pot of coffee she’d had while trying to stay awake following Chavez! How long before..?   
  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 Skinner of her plan!
  She was made to take another gulp of Milk. All around her were the sounds of the machine as she was rocked gently. Her bladder felt horribly full but the defeated girl felt herself slipping into sleep...

                    

                         SCULLY IN THE NURSERY 
                                       2

  Agent Denise Stillwater ran a hand through her stylish bob. She liked to think it made her look more businesslike (in truth, others had begun referring to her as ‘The Pixie’!). she was five foot three a skinny brunet, she liked to think of herself as fast and lithe. The martial arts instructor at the bureau had joked that she would not be up to it, she had shown him when you were small you needed to be fast. She had remembered seeing him doubled up on the floor as her bony knuckles had knocked the wind out of him before he even had a change to tense for the blow. She was a freshly minted FBI officer and this was her first time with the badge so she was quite nervous about what was effectively her first case. It was her first real opportunity to add any direction to her career. 
  Denise had not done badly in her training but she had not done exceptionally. Perhaps her heart wasn’t really in it? She was all set for a career in taxes but had decided to push herself. Also, FBI certainly sounded sexier! You never know, she might even get a decent man like this, someone who’d care about her and pay her some attention…
 She hadn’t been dumped in a dead end assignment, amazingly. She had been drafted into the investigation to find agent Dana Scully. It had been nearly three weeks since she had disappeared and people were really starting to worry…
  Her partner, agent Mulder had himself disappeared over a month ago and Skinner was at his wits’ ends;
    “People, the hunt for Mulder continues but we must also track agent Scully. At the moment we are not assessing this as a double-kidnapping. Whether that is, or is not the case has still to be determined…” He seemed distracted and stared at a vacant ashtray on the table. He stood there for a few seconds as his agents shifted in their seats. Then he seemed to snap out of it;
    “Nobody comes here and picks-off our people, getting away scot-free!”

  Agent Stillwater had talked to some people on the task force. There were rumours it was a hit. The Officers in charge were beginning to think of high profile revenge against Dana Scully, something to do with an investigation she had broken open. Then a big time crime lord started talking his mouth off in prison, about how he had the FBI agent dealt with. 
  The investigation revolved around that for nearly two weeks. It turned out that the crook was just blowing smoke trying to sound big in prison, they did find an idiot who let slip some details of the investigation at a bar but other than that nothing was found. Agent Denise Stillwater had another line of investigation…
  She had checked through the records. One of the case files that Dana had looked at was about a man named Hector Chavez. Checking, it looked like Chavez had disappeared off the face of the Earth leaving only a stripped apartment and after some considerable searching, his car. He had been gone at roughly the same time as Scully, Stillwater’s investigations had revealed… 
  Agent Stillwater was quite proud of that piece of investigative work. She had looked into Chavez’s background. Chavez had family but they had completely disowned him after he stole a lot of money from his elderly great aunt. Agent Stillwater had suspected that Chavez had been using his great aunt’s estate to hide behind. There were tax records and land records that the family had not known about, there were accounts that had been emptied shortly after he disappeared and there had been one ‘business’ that was definitely a cover. It was ‘owned’ on paper by the great aunt and two people that didn’t exist but there was a garage and the contents were Chavez’s car! He must have banked on them finding it eventually but had even smashed the GPS security tracker. 
  The Mercedes had been found not far from his apartment but still two blocks. The guys had taken the thing apart but found nothing, certainly nothing of the agent’s. Why? Denise was puzzled. It was near and yet far-why? There was adequate parking at his building’s garage, why leave it two blocks away?
  This nagged at her while she worked and while she slept. Then, one morning as her radio alarm woke her with an eighties track by the English singer Jaki Graham she blinked her eyes open with the answer;
    “Chavez had been somewhere before he dropped off the radar, he just wanted to move the car from where he or Scully was previously!”
  The radio blared;
    “Set, set, set me free!”-The frenetic eighties synth drums pounding as the rhythm of the song cut-in.
    “Did Chavez see-to her then dump his car closer to his place to throw us off the scent? Could she still be alive?” Then she had a brainwave-“The GPS, he broke it but the memory?”
  The agent struggled-out of bed and into her shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror-a bobbed brunette in a suit-jacket and no pants;
    “Who do I think I am, Judy Garland?”Then a quote from one of her favourite British Cop shows, ‘The Sweeney’ came to her, “Get your trousers on-you’re nicked!”She couldn’t do it in the gravelly Regan’s voice but it made her smirk-and put her pants on!

  Later that night found Denise at Perry Bird’s apartment. She knew the guy worshipped her but mainly, he was a computer whizz and she proffered the remains of the GPS unit from Chavez’s car to him to work his magic.
  With a little work the data was recovered. Sure enough, the layout of the vehicle’s recent journeys was all there on the screen in front of her;
    “Fairview Park!” What a complete misnomer. Instead of a green, recreational park, the ridiculous name was that of an industrial area! It was mostly deserted now so what had Chavez been doing there three weeks ago, hiding a body?
  Stuck in the tire well had been the one thing that had been passed around them. It was a piece of packaging but just a scrap with one letter on it, a purple S but no-one had been able to trace it and it had been ignored as something co-incidental.
  On a whim, Denise drove home via the old industrial area. Slowly, she idled her Cavalier around the deserted place, mindful of being pulled-over by any patrolling squad car herself!
  She trawled around the place, past empty warehouses, vacant loading bays and rubble whilst the oldies station serenaded her with The Five Satins’ ‘In the Still of the Night’. Denise stopped the engine after pulling the Chevrolet into a long unused vacant parking spot;
    “Lucky me.” She observed wryly. She turned-off the engine but contemplated the dim, unlit are from her seat as the DJ prattled on;
    “Hey, why not some Tears for Fears now? I haven’t heard this one in an age-“
  The music slowly built in the background as agent Stillwater swivelled her head, contemplating the deserted tableau around her. She killed the lights and prepared to exit the battle-scarred Chevy but frowned as Oleta Adams began to plaintively wail about a ‘Woman in Chains’. She swallowed, removed the key and climbed out. 
  There was a realtors’ sign but it had blown partially off. Beneath it, however was a something familiar-the purple S from Securi Supplies. Denise was sure she had found a link between Chavez and the hospital. Agent Stillwater had a lot of the files on her laptop. She dived back into her car.
  There was a company that had owned a warehouse here and they had been in the business of technology parts for hospital machines. They had grown, supplying a local research facility and general parts for high end medical equipment. Denise looked closer. She had something. 
  The local hospitals and universities had lost quite a few grants and contracts for research. The supply of work for this tech company dried up, they shrivelled and died.
  Denise Stillwater went to the warehouse. The place looked like someone had used it maybe a month ago. Taking a quick glance around behind her she went back to her car and returned with a tyre-iron, using it on the rotting window frame;
    “Come on you bitch!”
  With a groan of splintering wood it opened and she was inside. An old-fashioned, rusting steel filing cabinet was up against the wall in the corner and, using an old trick of laying it on its side she got it open and dug into the records. 
  They’d done most of their business with a research hospital, having a contact there, someone they were in deep with. Most of the paperwork gave no clue to who it was but they were on very good terms.  
  Finally, Denise found some personal correspondence mixed in with the invoices-the contact was Chavez. There it was-a link! The old hospital ran along the side of the industrial park but it had eventually closed after overspending on a big pile of clinical studies and their failed programs didn’t help... 
  Half its experimental machines were made piecemeal from parts from the warehouse belonging to the tech company with Chavez in between the two.

  Denise wanted this break herself, it would be a big boost to her career and as her favourite, grizzled detective might say, it was her ‘Collar’. 
  She didn’t tell anyone where she was going and, having already got a floor plan from the city works dept. she made her way towards the old hospital. Agent Stillwater definitely packed her piece-she knew it was possible that Chavez might be hiding in the place. 
  She found a different entrance to the psychiatric hospital, one used for supplies and materials and she made her way in…
  Denise was originally hopeful but there seemed no sign of anything. She had started at the fifth floor and worked her way down. There were doors she couldn’t easily open and lots of basement! 
  The place was probably (looking at the floor plans) mostly basement, there was two floors of underground car park that had been converted to something else, the plans did not say what. Then she noticed something-a vibration, some equipment was turned on. It still had power going to it!    
  She found a lift with its button illuminated but hesitated. Should she take the stairs? Would there be anyone waiting for her down there?
  Denise upholstered her gun and decided to press it. This wasn’t a Bond movie-she wasn’t going to end-up in a tank of sharks! 
  The doors opened. It seemed to only have one button for the basement, the rest were locked off behind a key control panel. Denise hit the button and the lift took her down. She tossed her ’38 from one hand to the other while she waited but made sure it was in her hand when the doors opened
  Stepping out into the dark basement, the agent heard the elevator door close behind her but then, with a whip-crack a panel slid down over it;
    “What the hell!”
 There was no button to summon the lift a featureless blank sheet of steel now hid her escape route-controls and all! If she hadn’t known better she would have sworn the lift did not exist. Denise could hear something…
  As she moved, a motion detector switched floodlights on and agent Stillwater was momentarily blinded! She nervously swung her weapon around to cover any would be assailants till her vision cleared but there was no-one.
  When her vision cleared she looked around the large room to see there were tracks on the floor and the ceiling. She wondered what there purpose was?
  There was one occupant to the enormous space, a harsh looking metal cage or cot was in one corner. It seemed to be motorized, it was rocking backwards and forwards. Denise came closer and saw there was a pink bundle inside the cot. Agent Stillwater got closer and received a shock. 
  There was a label on the end of the cot DANA, inside the cot was a clearly feminine bundle. A big pair of frightened, confused eyes looked at her and a tuft of curly red hair peeked out from under a bonnet!
  Denise was both horrified and ecstatic. She had found her and she was still alive! Dana Scully was still alive! Now she just had to get her out of here…
    “What kind of sick fuck did this to you?” She gasped. She had to get her out of the thing! “I’m agent Denise Stillwater, by the way…”
  Agent Stillwater found the power switch to the motor and turned it off, the cot eventually stopped rocking and Dana Scully’s eyes almost teared-up in thanks though she’d been rendered mute by her unseen captor. She looked confused as if she was half expecting Denise to be a phantom in her own drugged mind.
  Denise’s slim fingers found several catches on the side of the cot they were stiff and took a great deal of effort to open and she thought that they seemed to be designed for use by a machine.
  Finally she undid the lid and it fell to the side of the cot with a clang, bouncing. There was a feeding gag mechanism with a canister pushed between Dana’s breasts;
    “What a fucking pervert!” She gasped. She unhooked the feed from the gag and with a pop the tube was free, the redhead looked relieved as Denise dumped the canister to one side of the cot on the floor.
  Denise Stillwater was determined to free Scully. She released a strap and then removed the pink, frilly baby bonnet that was secured tightly with a strap under the agent’s chin. It was definitely Dana-there was an explosion of red hair! 
  Denise needed to get the gag out of her lips but to do that she would have to roll her over to get at it and that meant removing the straps and the cradle. The agent looked at the sides of the cot-they had been bolted together but she saw a cabinet in one corner and went to investigate. As she darted to the cabinet she prayed there would be tools but also speculated about Scully’s captor;
    “How sick can that bastard be? Treating her like some damn baby! Well I hope he does show his face around here and it’ll be him, me and Smith and Wesson!”
  Agent Stillwater found an adjustable wrench and ran back. The bolts holding the cradle together were stiff but half a minute apiece and she had them loose enough that she could get to Dana wiggling each bar out of the way a little at a time. 
  Under the cot, Denise found the catches which held the tight thick pink rubber straps around Dana’s swaddling blanket and the cradle. They were also awkward, like a machine had fastened them together. Had that pervert Chavez got a set of power tools down here Denise wondered or was there something more sinister? 
  In a little while the straps were gone and the brunette carefully pulled Dana out of the remains of the crib. She had pulled almost all the bars on one side of the cot to pieces. Agent Scully had maybe put on a few pounds with the force feeding regime, or the suit was heavy. Gently, Denise manoeuvred the rubber-clad FBI agent but unknown to her a CCTV camera high up in one corner of the room focused in on the show…
  Agent Stillwater un-strapped the tight rubber blanket and unrolled Scully she was surprised by the additional layer of restraint beneath it. Chavez was going into prison for the rest of his life for this outrage! Scully looked at Denise and her eyes looked less foggy. At least the redhead could sit up, something she had not been able to do for a long time. 
  A few straps, a bit of struggling and Denise removed the pink pacifier-collar combination. Scully breathed in deeply and wordlessly thanked her as she worked her stretched jaw to get some feeling and function back to it.
  Agent Denise Stillwater started to extract agent Dana Scully from the armless suit restraining her. She had to pry the flap on the suit open. For this she used the end of one of the clasps from the strap. It seemed to be glued in place and took a few tries before it moved. Denise undid the straps then unzipped it at the back. She pried the FBI agent out of the tight costume but actually found another tight restraint under it! 
  She could not believe the depths of Chavez’ perversion! The next layer of restraint defeated her-she didn’t have a clue how to get Dana out of this particular costume. Scully spoke;
    “Please get me out of it, please!”
  Dana Scully struggled trying to free her arms but she was helpless. The beaten FBI woman started to cry and Denise hugged her but the redhead was adamant;
  “Get me out of this thing later, let’s just go!” 
  Denise Stillwater concurred;
    “Don’t worry. Where I came in closed behind me but we can find another way out.” 
  Scully looked at her;
    “Your back-up will find us-right?”
  Denise looked a little embarrassed;
    “We don’t have back up.”
  Scully’s voice was a flat, accusation;
    “Let me get this right. You walked in and no one knows you’re here?”
  Denise pointedly looked at Dana;
    “Well, didn’t you do the exact same thing?”
  Scully’s mouth worked like a goldfish before her head dropped to the floor with shame and burgeoning fear;
    “yes,” she said in a small voice but then rose her head and glared at Stillwater, “… and I ended-up like this!”
  They walked around the room but the redhead was unsteady on her feet, Denise saw a service door in one corner and they headed for it. 
    “Look, up on the ceiling!” Agent Scully indicated to Stillwater. There was a robot gliding about the ceiling on tracks!
  The pair of them ducked into what appeared to be a small staff kitchen. Denise in a brain wave checked through the draws and found a big kitchen knife. She cut through the strap holding Dana’s arms pinned back and the former prisoner groaned orgasmically! It felt so good after all this time to have her arms free!
  Denise cut through the strap holding Dana’s arms together and finally they were free! Scully groaned as she felt her muscles relax. Denise opened up the super-glued flap on the straitjacket with the knife. She cut a few straps, undid the zip and with a lot of tugging, Dana was free of the horrible embrace of the restraints!
  Agent Stillwater was surprised by the mittens but a little work with the knife and the plastic shell fell off. She unlaced the elbow length sheaths then found the edge of the tape, unwrapped it and finally Scully could drop the rubber ball she had been holding for three weeks.
  Denise turned her attention to the locked diaper. The senior agent assured her she would rather be naked than wear that thing especially in its current condition…
  They returned to the corridor but a camera focused on the two women. There was a whirring sound. 
  Scully tried to use one of her still-dead arms to rub some feeling into the other but heard a buzzing and looked back. There was a further whirring noise from in front however and to her horror, agent Stillwater was gone when she turned-back. Dana Scully’s teeth chattered. She had a horrible precognition that she’d never escape this vast place of horror and a sob escaped the naked woman’s throat…
  
  A spider web of mechanical arms dropped Agent Denise Stillwater onto the padded table. Her gun was brushed out of her hand and before she could react there were a dozen mechanical tendrils in front of her!
  She was rolled onto her front and padded grips clamped her arms to her sides at wrist, elbow and shoulder. More padded claws held her legs together at knee, thigh and ankle, ‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘…this is what happened to Scully!’
  A speaker next to her crackled into life;
    “Agent Stillwater is it? This is Chavez-please, call me Hector. I have spent weeks fixing this place up, exactly how I want it and now the FBI has given me another little present to play with!”
  A thick nozzle came to rest over her face.
    “Chavez I warn you, you won’t get away with this!” She screamed as she looked up, struggling.
  She tried to back away from it but the nozzle sprayed an aerosol right in her face. Denise felt her vision blur then it went black. She woke up seconds later but she was not being held down and she was now lying on her back the machine had turned her over. Her mind felt slow, foggy like her head was encased in gelatine. 
  The spray must have made her pass out but she didn’t intend to find out what else the machine intended to do! When she tried to get up however, her body did not respond at all;
    "I’m FBI help me!" she tried to yell but she could not get the words out...
    "Plemm... Heemmm... Mm..." 
  It was difficult for Agent Stillwater to speak. What had the strange machine done to her? She tried to reach for her phone in her jacket. A mechanical arm held her phone in front of her face then pulled it out of her reach as if it was taunting her. Despite herself she thought how impressed Perry would be with this amount of artificial intelligence! Her arms just limply jerked forward and landed by her side;
    "Hewwmm..." said Denise. “Mm... Mm...." 
  Another noisily came over her face and she felt another spray into her mouth she felt her lips becoming numb. She had lost all control of her tongue and lips. The main body of the machine woke up and she could see the terminals spring to life. 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 and the woman from the FBI was lifted up. She was having difficulty focusing. A large monitor showed treatment- infant care and enhanced psychiatric restraint and corrective discipline. She realised she would soon be experiencing whatever that combination meant, which was not good judging by Dana Scully’s predicament! 
  Denise Stillwater felt the full horror and revulsion that what had become of agent Scully would soon be happening to her and she began to wail;
    “Waaaaah! Waaaaah!" 
  With a hum, the machine lifted her clean up off the table and rested her on the complex systems main conveyor belt. Agent Stillwater tried to summon her strength. She was wriggling with all her might but her arms and legs felt like they were made of rubber.
  The machine industriously recorded her personal data. It grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look straight up. She tried to close her eyes but delicate mechanical fingers forced her eyelids open. It scanned her retinas into the system's files-she was now just an involuntary patient with no rights. 
  Padded mechanical arms gathered her in a tight embrace, making sure she was centred on the belt and unable to roll off. 
  Then the belt started up, she began moving forwards towards the main body of the machine. 
  The padded arms released her in to a cramped dimly lit compartment. A heavy hatch swung shut behind her with a loud echoing clang. 
  Inside, everything including the robot arms, was padded and coloured pink and a tinkling melody was playing on an internal sound system. The horrified woman was calling out for help, but she sounded just like a baby.
  Descending quickly, the mechanical arms easily picked off her clothes. A robot hand seized her right foot then one attached to her left. Smaller arms unpicked the laces. 
  Her heels and pants went first; her tight pantyhose were pulled of. The system clamped her legs in place. Her jacket and top were peeled off quickly. She was rendered topless, completely humiliated and defeated after a short struggle.
  
  Scully was alone, she looked around. There was a loud beeping sound and she looked up. A light above her flashed red. 
  There was a complex cluster of robot arms on a track on the ceiling descending, before she could work out what was going on the machine had her! A robotic arm grabbed her arms and a second grabbed her legs-she was hoisted into the air!
  Agent Dana Scully continued to struggle futilely against the two arms but hadn’t fully recovered from her previous incarceration and was dragged away, still numb, down the corridors of the disused psychiatric wing of the hospital. 
  The machine came to a large, thick steel door with fourteen high security locks and a security grill. The door opened in front of her and the minute the machine was through, the door locked and shut. Then it went down into the basement. 
  There was a sign which said high security cells but a pink sign saying NURSERY had been stuck over the top.
  The door to the High Security Nursery opened automatically and Dana Scully was thrown into the cell so hard she bounced into the padded room and rolled. She came to a stop face down. The door swung shut and she groaned with the realization that she wasn’t getting out;
    “No,” she sobbed, “…no-not again!”
  Above her she could see another cluster of mechanical arms that Chavez had renovated just for her. Agent Scully lay on the floor winded, she was panting after struggling against the robot. 
  The door locked with a metallic squeal and a heavy click. She rolled over then started swearing a long complicated curse;
    “You bastard! Why I’d like to…”
   She stood up, lost her footing on the padding and fell over. Dana looked up. There was a high definition camera in each corner of the room.  The room was about ten foot by ten foot and eight foot high and every square foot was covered by thick pink pieces of padding, even the back of the door. 
  There were several pink toys in the room of such size it was like Dana was like a toddler in comparison. About ten shaped, pink foam blocks a foot square, a large cuddly pink bear that had a squint and a giant ball four feet across. The light fitting had its own little cage. 
  Dana got up again carefully. She walked over and tried the door it was stuck fast. She pushed against it, nothing. She kicked it hard but it made no difference other than to hurt her toe. There was a toilet against one wall she sat down she was surprised to feel a warm jet of water hit her underside, then a blast of hot air dry her off. When she stood up, the toilet flushed automatically.
  Chavez’s voice came out over a hidden intercom;
    “Hi Dana! You just volunteered for an important experiment for the hospital, all in the name of science to help refine this equipment for the managed care portion of society. I fancy you will spend a while in the padded cell with four high definition camera’s on you, I will run you through your paces but displease me and certain little handicaps will be added for your stay and yes, I am completely mad but you are the one locked in the padded cell how ironic!” 
  Dana got mad. How dare Chavez treat her like a lab rat! Where was agent Stillwater?
  She began to swear and gesture at the nearest camera;
    “You dirty bastard! You’re going down for a long time, buster!”
  She ran at the door and bounced-off, landing on the floor. She huddled into a ball and looked at the camera defiantly holding a pile of the soft cubes in a strategic place to prevent Chavez getting a better look at her naked body.  

  Denise Stillwater kicked on the floor. It was lined with a colourful plastic layer. Two arms firmly peeled off her red thong panties. She thought ‘Oh God, this can’t be happening! I am naked-completely naked! Oh God, I will just die of embarrassment-it has to be a dream it just has to be!’ She noticed a high definition camera focusing in on her body and her cheeks started to blush. She sobbed like a baby while the system spread her legs in a wide V above her. Strong mechanical arms in a strange configuration held her legs, each attached to her ankles and around her knees and upper things. A device shaped in a crescent extended over each foot and tiny clamps deployed from it, pulling each one of her toes
  Each digit was clamped and pulled out straight, forcing her foot so. She couldn’t even wiggle her toes, Denise thought ‘This cant be happening! Oh god my legs-I’m spread for that dam machine to see!’ She tried to scream as a large rotating brush moved towards her. 
  A jet of (she guessed) moisturiser was sprayed on her pubic mound and her ass,     
 ‘Stop you stupid machine! Chavez, do you have direct control over it? I bet you do you filthy pervert! Stop it please, for the love of God stop it please!’ The machine cleaned her very grown-up, well-rounded ass and between her stretched legs with the moist rotating brush. It seemed to go on forever, when it finally pulled away two more jets of moisturiser hit her then it started again. 
  The FBI woman began to squirm against the brush, she felt herself blushing. Her nipples hardened and her toes tried to curl. Agent Stillwater thought ‘You can’t do this to me! I don’t want to feel like this-please don’t let my body betray me like this!”   
  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. A large padded bit attached on an arm to the collar slotted neatly between her teeth. The rotating brush continued to work away at her body and she bit down hard on it. 
  The agent’s hands tried to raise but an arm on the back of the collar grasped her wrists and pulled them high up her back. Denise tried to calm herself to stop her moaning. Finally, when she was nearly ready for release the machine stopped. She was halfway there, glad it stopped but also (she flushed a little more) partly disappointed. ‘What am I thinking?’ She thought, ‘It was a few years ago at college I cant be that desperate please, no more!’
  More moisturiser was squirted and the brush returned. She thought to her self ‘No! I can’t be, not some sort of slut no I can’t be!’ Finally she felt herself release.  
  The conveyor belt started again. She realised her hands had been released and the bit was no longer in-between her teeth. She felt herself moving down a short slope, the machine arms still in place and her legs stretched wide. The naked girl landed in a shallow pool of warm, soapy water. A high definition CCTV camera focused in on her bound, lithe naked form.
  Using soft sponges, the system slowly washed every inch of Agent Stillwater's bare, helpless body. She couldn't help but be turned on again 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 too much and she gasped, aware that she’d be bathed in sweat if she wasn’t being thoroughly washed, ‘Not again! You’ll kill me, I can’t take it again please no!’ 
  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 to her sides. A sticky coated rubber ball was pushed tightly into each of her palms, she found she could not let them go and her hands were forced into fists, She felt sticky pink tape being wrapped tightly around each of her hands then run around her wrists, forearms, elbows then up to her armpits. Still in the throes of ecstasy she realized with vague horror that this was what agent Scully had experienced!
  A tight, pink, fingerless rubber glove was rolled over each of her hands and pulled over the tape to her armpit. Some sort of mitten followed, it was maybe leather also pink and that was tightened, laced up to her armpits. 
  Then there was a brief source of heat and the laces seemed to shrink. The machine then pulled her hands up behind her back between her shoulder blades and the agent thought, ‘What are you trying to do, pull my goddamn arms off? Chavez let me go!’ Agent Denise’s shoulders screamed in protest. The machine had dealt with her like a violent mental patient. 
  She gave a yelp as a strong jet of water ran its terrible caress across her tight rear entrance. At the same moment a pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus. Her anal virginity was gone there and then! She thought, ‘Not there, please don’t please don’t!’
  The brush withdrew and a large soapy sponge on a rotating cylindrical base replaced it. The machine continued to work on her pussy with the rotating sponge. The padded bit gag returned forced its way into her mouth, gagging her again. 
  The machine activated a large enema bag filled with a cleaning solution and the sponge was pulled out of her ass. The enema nozzle was inserted into her clenching rosebud, ‘This is the last straw, the last piece of my dignity, the last violation!’
  Denise Stillwater hated the invasion and then her face blushed crimson as the liquid entered her bowls. Agent Stillwater squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success. All the time the rotating brush worked on her pussy. 
  Finally, after what may have been twenty minutes the nozzle withdrew. The water emptied out of the chamber. The machine turned on a strong hot shower jet, the chamber filled with more soapy water... 
    ‘Oh God, I will die of embarrassment no more please that be it!’ She thought.  Her face was crimson red, but her humiliation wasn't over yet. A strong jet of soapy water ran its caress across her rear entrance again, as the sponge returned to its home between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus again.
  Soon she was desperately panting, her face was red, her nipples hard and her toes were trying to curl, she could feel her hips trying to wiggling trying to push harder up against the sponge she was writhing about but held in place, Agent Stillwater fought to control her body but she was loosing again. 
  Denise didn’t know if she was enjoying the sponge in the front or the one in the rear more, then she felt herself release. Chavez overrode the machine it detected additional contaminates. 
  The CCTV focused tighter-the machine decided she needed to be cleaned again.

  Dana was left locked in the padded cell. She calmed down, wiped the tears from her face and walked around. She started planning her revenge on Chavez, Did they still have a sample of the brain boring mutant parasites? She lay down and took a nap. After a while she got up and did some exercise to try and restore movement to her stiff body, it was a little difficult walking on the padding. Dana did a bit of exercise, some sit ups and some push ups to limber-up. 
  She had been held immobile for weeks, then she stopped, realising the show she was giving to Chavez. What had he said about accessories-what the hell did that bastard mean by that comment anyway? Time wore on…
  The worse moment, the single most humiliating thing was dinner time. A section of the padding at the bottom of the door folded away. It was on the back of a sort of flap there was a small gap that was quickly filled. A bowl on a tray passed through the opening Dana found that the bowl was connected to the tray and the tray was connected to the floor, she had no utensils to eat her meal with and it was baby food. Dana looked at the CCTV.
    “You sick bastard you must be joking if you think I am going to eat like some kind of child, you must be joking!”
  Dana tried to kick the bowl. She missed, slipped on the padding and landed on her ass. Scully’s stomach growled. After a while the FBI woman felt defeat set in. Dana had to get down on her hands and knees and scoop it up in the most humiliating way possible, with her ass sticking up in the air. She dreaded to think of having to do this for an extended period of time, she almost wanted her bottle back. She went to sleep after a bit, her stomach still rumbling.

  Denise had literally been taken to the cleaners, literally. Finally the sponge was pulled out of her mouth and bottom her elbows were released. Lulled by the warm water and in an incredible sexual daze, the exhausted agent 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. She became alert when mechanical arms spread her legs painfully wider and back towards her shoulders. What was going to happen now? ‘What new indignation has that horny gimp thought up?’ There was nothing she could do to stop it. 
  Next the machine started spreading lubricant on her bottom. It held something at the ready. Denise could see the big fat butt plug that was about to be jammed into her tight little body,
    ‘Please no! Not there, anything but that! It’s too big! Its too much for me!”
  The machine violently forced the tip of a blunt plug between her ass cheeks and at the same time the gag was forced back in her mouth. The plug was a giant, far too large! The machine had a brutal spreader to force Agent Stillwater’s buttocks apart. 
  She was turning beetroot red from the humiliation. The plug started to work its way home into her back door. Its shaft seemed to go on and on forever getting wider and wider. Finally, it was snugly in place, stretching her back entrance. The spreader disengaged. She tried to expel the monster but it was too tightly wedged in place. What the fuck was Chavez planning to do to her?
  The plug was inflated with a pump. It had a double seal on it to ensure it was water tight and a long flexible pipe hung down from it. 
  Then her ass and pussy were patted with powder puffs until she was white with talcum powder and as she watched in horror-
    ‘No! I am not an infant! I’m a full grown woman-a graduate, a federal agent, NOT A BABY!’-the machine laid several thick pads over her crotch. She was quickly, neatly wrapped and in a tight extra padded disposable diaper it was so humiliating!
  The machine had used quite a lot of extra absorbent pads so the bundle was very thick between her legs, she could feel the plug move around. Then she felt the machine move her legs quickly, the machine’s arms worked in conjunction with the restraints to dress her but keep her immobile at the same time she was encased in tight thick pink rubber tights from waist to the tips of her toes, the pipe from the plug stuck out like a tail. 
  Agent Stillwater had mostly given up fighting, her body was two weak but the sight of herself in diapers made her start struggling;
    "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. Her mind bubbled, ‘Please stop, please stop…’ The machine presented her breasts with a collar each, tightly strapping them at the base, she struggled against it futilely. 
  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. The garment was revealed as a body suit with straps, odd sleeves ending in straps and feet built into it, Agent Stillwater recognised it from agent Dana‘s body.
    “Mmm! Mmm... Mmm!" She protested as the system worked her body into the ridiculously tight suit, one limb at a time. Agent Stillwater thought, ‘I don’t want to wear this it’s too tight. No you can’t put me in this thing, I am a federal agent!’ The pipe was fed behind her like a tail and the back was laced shut. By then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the laces then the machine closed a zipping flap over the heavy laces and straps and sealed the flap shut. 
  Denise’s breasts gave the suit curves. The odd parts on the ends of the mittens came into play behind her back, the machine carefully pulled the straps through a tight central loop at the back of the garment then through two side loops then the machine flipped her on her back.  
  It pulled with all of its power and the straps became very tight. Agent Stillwater thought, “Too tight! Way too tight-this is torture, please my shoulders, please!’
  She found herself in a tight, inescapable painful self-hug she was trapped in a reversed straitjacket of sorts. The machine got every last bit of slack out of her arms   and cut the straps short. It sealed the ends and riveted them shut to each other. With her arms together behind her, drawing her shoulders back, her chest stuck out-she looked a picture of helplessness, Agent Stillwater realized, ‘This is worse than agent Scully! She never got the reverse jacket or the plug!’ What else could she look forward to…
  Denise was not happy when the system produced a second pink darlex garment thinner 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. The pipe to the plug was still free, that was ominous…
  The back was laced shut then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the laces then the machine closed the flap with a zip. 
  Agent Denise Stillwater looked armless in her new outfit. It seemed very tight in the waist and clung to her lithe body curves. 
  She was even less enthusiastic when the system produced a third pink darlex garment. It was stretched out by robot arms, Agent Stillwater realised the machine was presenting it to her and Chavez was probably recording her reaction, the garment was revealed to have an oval open hood no arms and only one leg;
    “Mmm! Mmm…!!!!!" She protested as the system worked her body into the third tight suit. With both legs together, she looked like a big pink worm. The back was laced shut then the machine closed a flap with a zip. 
  Denise looked armless and legless in her new outfit like a mermaid or a worm, with the hood more like a worm and just as helpless. It had not done that to agent Scully, ‘It didn’t do that to agent Scully-why do I get special treatment?’ With three layers she was even more helpless, and it was very hot.
  Still on her stomach, arms restrained and legs still jerking feebly together, the system spread out a thick pink rubber blanket on the floor next to her. 
  The system neatly rolled her up in the blanket. It wrapped round her once, twice, three times stretching the rubber taunt and forming a tight cocoon. There were fastening straps built into the blanket they were secured tightly around her, a dozen in all with a squeaking sound of rubber on rubber, it tightly covered her contours from feet to shoulders. ‘That’s it! I am completely fucked even literary by this dam machine”    
    "Mmm!" She cried as she writhed on the floor. Swaddled mercilessly in the blanket so that only her head and her shoulders were visible, as well as the trailing pipe.
  She was at the mercy of the machine to be cared for as its evolving program and Chavez dictated.

  The system assembled a crib to Agent Stillwater’s size. The cocooned girl was lifted off the floor and lowered over her new cradle, there was a blanket in the crib it seemed to be attached to a mechanism that held it open with two jaws. Denise was dropped into the blanket and it was tightly clamped down on her with the air sucked out of the gap, the cradle had an inbuilt vac bed. Stillwater was left with her head propped up by a bright pink rubberized pillow. DENISE was printed on one end of the cradle in pink letters.
  A robot arm descended towards her head with a strange pink pacifier, posture 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. Agent Stillwater tried to pull away but robotic arms forced her jaw open with dental tools.
 The soft rubbery mass invaded every corner of her mouth. A strap was secured behind her head pulling the gag tighter then a second, then a third behind her head and another under her chin keeping it in place. 
 Three straps secured the collar and her head was immobile. She was connected to the pacifier by a short strap and there were pads forming a kind of blindfold, arms gently pushed the pads into her eye sockets. They were locked in place. 
  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 a prisoner of the same madman Scully had been! 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 straitjacket.    
  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. I freed Agent Scully, she thought. She’s free, she’ll get help!
  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. The crib 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. The pipe from the plug was plumbed in;
    "Mmm...Mmm..." said the scared agent, wishing she could see what was happening as the arms descended closer.
  The lid of the cradle opened, the arms instantly began to apply tight thick pink rubber straps round Denise’s swaddling blanket and the cradle, mercilessly securing her down with straps over her forehead chest, above and below her breasts.  The arms connected a giant baby bottle by a short tube into the gag in her mouth. There was a whirring and 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 with some chemical sweetener 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 boobs.
    "Mmmmm!" said the humiliated Agent Stillwater, 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, was this how agent Scully had spent her time? She should have told someone of her plan. She was made to take another gulp of milk. She thought, ‘This stuff has to be drugged. Agent Scully was drinking this stuff and she was GONE, oh please no more!’ The plug in her rear sprang to life delivering an unwelcome quantity of hot soapy water causing her to squirm. All around her were the sounds of the machine, she was rocked gently. The defeated girl felt herself slipping into sleep would she ever get out?

  Dana Scully awoke to Chavez’s voice;
    “Wake up baby. I don’t think you need beauty sleep.”
  She picked up a soft toy to hold in front of the camera, it gave her an electric shock and she had to drop it, she heard Chavez laughter. 
  Scully tried to find one bit of cover in the cell but there was none. Dana was left in a corner trying to huddle in a ball to cover up her nakedness. Every part of her body was on show, there was no escape in any part of the cell. 
  The utter humiliation burned into her mind as well as the four high definition cameras’ hard drives. After about twenty minutes Dana composed herself. 
.  Meal time. A tray passed through the opening and Dana scooted over to it. She was trying to cover herself up while moving across the floor but she could not hide every curve of her body. The bowl was replaced by a large bottle connected to the tray. It took her stomach two hours to get the better of her.
  Dana cursed and looked at the CCTV cameras accusingly. She looked close at the giant, fat, baby’s bottle. There was a large plug like a teat on one end. Humiliated, agent Scully had to bend down with her ass in the air and wrap her lips round it and suck. 
  The machine seemed to be designed so that it had to go completely into her mouth. Dana had to deep throat the thing like a porn star to even get a meal!
  As soon as it was all the way in her mouth with her lips wrapped around it, the cursed thing expanded like a balloon. She tried to pull back but she was trapped in the most humiliating way possible with her naked ass sticking up in the air. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. Fifteen minutes elapsed before it finally released her. Dana got up after it released her and kicked the bowl, hurting her foot. 
  She was sleepy after the milk, she became very tired her vision blurring and with dawning horror she realized she had to sleep…

  Denise woke up to find she was being released from the crib. The mechanical cluster of hands had removed the lid and were working on releasing the tight bars of the cage. After a few minutes she was only held in place by the vacuum bed. The mechanism switched off and opened up, presenting her to the waiting mechanical arms, the pipe from the plug was drained and disconnected. She was pulled out of the cot, still wrapped up in a rubber swaddling blanked. 
  Idly she thought, ‘Maybe Scully has found the controls or Chavez gave himself up?’ The machine carried her to perhaps a different room she was not sure. It laid her on the floor and released the straps on the swaddling blanket. Gently she was unrolled, still she could do little once free. A CCTV camera focused on her to get the look on her face as she saw what was in front of her.
  The high chair was a piece of work-a solid metal frame painted pink! There were padded sections behind the legs on the seat behind the back and behind the head. 
  The machine lifted her up and pushed Denise into it. A padded stock locked around her joined ankles. The middle of the device had a large tray-like section. It formed part of the restraint, pushing her torso tight against the back of the chair, her breasts spilling out over the top. She was released from the pink baby bonnet, so that the machine could get at the gag. The blindfold was released and Denise felt the slack then one by one the pads were pulled out of her eye sockets. 
  She felt the three straps securing the posture collar released. It felt good to move her neck again. The machine un-strapped the three straps at the back of her head that held the gag in place and the strap under her chin was released, then none to gently the machine pulled the gag out with a pop.
  Denise couldn’t get her jaw to work, it was too stiff. She tried to speak but nothing came out. A large padded collar swung into place to hold her neck still. 
  The machine presented Denise with a large ring gag, she tried to pull away but deft robotic hands soon had it stuffed between her jaws. She was fitted with the pink baby bonnet again it was secured tightly with a strap under her chin. The robot dropped a bowl onto the tray in front of Denise. It contained the most unappetising thing she had ever smelt. There was the stench of cabbage and what Denise though of week old trainers. She looked down as best she could. The green pap in the bowl looked even less appetising. A robotic arm dipped a pink spoon into the green glop then pushed it through the ring gag. 
  Denise winced, it was even less appealing to taste. She tried to push it out of her mouth with her tongue but another spoonful was pushed in, reluctantly Denise had to swallow. 
  When she was completely finished with the bowl another was presented to her. Finally with her stomach protesting, her mouth was gagged as a pacifier was pushed into the ring gag. She thought, ‘Oh God, that’s even worse than my dad’s attempts at cooking!’ 

  Scully awoke awkwardly to Chavez’s voice;
    “Wake up baby girl, the machine is going to give you something to wear-a nice little straitjacket for your tight little body. Dana I know you want something to wear and I just helped design a very special little straitjacket just for you, aren’t you lucky? It’s pink with hearts, made of a marvellous silk/Kevlar blend. Triple stitched and reinforced at the joints. Its extra small so you won’t be able to get out. The waist has been tailored tight to help emphasize your lovely curves! On top of that it has a built-in steel waist clincher. I think what I was going for is utterly merciless and you won’t be able to do a thing about it once it is fitted.”
  Scully could see Chavez liked the sound of his own voice.
    “The front of the jacket has been specially designed to fit over your nice round breasts, there’s an oval a panel made of transparent rip stop nylon, it will tightly embraced them. The rip stop nylon is triple-stitched to the jacket. It will be tight and secure and show every square inch of your impressive bust! I also added a few more straps to the design just to make it interesting for you and by the time I have finished talking about it the machine has already made it for you…”
  Dana stood there. Her brain did not want to acknowledge what it had just heard. There was a sound and she turned around then looked up. 
  The damn robot! In its arms it had a white bundle. Dana backed into a corner with her hands raised she looked at the machine it blurred, flying forwards, closing the distance. 
  She swore and struggled against the mechanical arms. She tried to bite the hydraulic line and kicked the sensor but the machine quickly forced Dana’s tight curves into the straitjacket. 
  It was a very snug fit but the mechanical arms worked her inch by inch into her prison. 
  The sleeves were so tight she couldn’t twitch a finger. Still, it was better than the mittens. The jacket was heavily reinforced around the collar, the elbows the wrists and armpits. It was stitched closed at the back. 
  .Then came the built-in waist clincher... 
  The mechanical arms slowly pressed the two halves together, the gap between the two halves of the waist clincher reduced. Dana began to breathe a little faster as her lung capacity was dramatically reduced. There was a flash of light then a jet of CO2 from the machine-the damn monster had actually welded the steel clincher shut!
  Agent Scully felt the jacket tightened cruelly around her waist. The effect on her breasts was to force them up against the transparent panel where they bulged obscenely against the fabric. She saw the CCTV focus in on her struggling charms to her shame.
  Without oxygen she could hardly resist, Dana’s arms were fed behind her back through a centre loop. The robot arms gave the jacket’s a further tug and carefully threaded them through side loops. They pulled the straps as tight as they could and Scully shook like a rag doll with the force. 
  With every millimetre of slack removed from the jacket the robot arms riveted the straps in place. With her arms through the side loops then the sleeves joined together in front of her, Dana’s arms were completely useless, her shoulders pulled back emphasising her figure. 
  Two crotch straps were run from front to back, either side of her pussy. The twin crotch straps were made of thick rubber. The machine applied them tightly so that they cut deeply into Dana’s flesh. At her rear the rubber cut tightly into her butt cheeks pushing them up making her ass look larger, into a Sexy round bubble butt.
  She wore clothing but she was practically naked. She no longer had any way to cover her self up, her arms uselessly folded behind her. Scully was breathlessly trying to swear at the machine as it dropped her on the padded floor and retreated. Dana found it was even harder to balance on the canvas floor without the aid of her arms. It took her three humiliating tries to regain her footing.
  The meal came quickly. The tray was strangely longer this time. It took Dana forty five minutes before hunger took over. She scooted over to the bowl and found that the bottle was connected to the tray and the tray was connected to the floor, but worse there were two open cuffs on either side of the bottle about where she would have to put her ankles to kneel down to feed from the bottle. 
  She heard Chavez voice;
    “If you don’t put your ankles in the little cuffs you don’t get to eat.” 
  Dana cursed at the camera and sat on the floor waiting. After another thirty minutes she got up. 
  She knew she had no way to get the bottle to flow except to put her ankles into the two cuffs. The moment her ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect around her ankles tightly. She wasn’t going to be getting up.
  Dana saw that the large rubber teat was even larger this time. Humiliated, she had to work hard to wrap her lips round the plug, stretching her jaw as wide as it would go. Again as soon as it was all the way in her mouth, it expanded like a balloon. 
  She involuntarily tried to pull back but she was trapped and humiliated with her naked ass sticking up in the air. 
  She was force-fed this way then the device stopped but didn’t deflate. She was forced to remain there for an extended period of time. Scully began to panic but couldn’t do anything about it.
  It was forty five minutes or more before it finally released her and she was getting really sleepy. Dana went to sleep nursing a sore jaw and an aching waist. The clincher and straps were far too tight. 
  Her arms were exhausted, limbs numb and her shoulders ached from the unpleasant position. It was probably only the drugs that allowed her to sleep.

  Denise woke up she was lying slumped up against a wall, She was still trapped in three layers of restraint like a worm with a pacifier jammed into her mouth, the bulky diaper hugged her uncomfortably. She was inside a pink padded cell, thirty feet long. There was a red like at one and a green light at the other. Chavez’s voice came on over a speaker;
    “Hello Agent. I have a little game for you to play. You see the two lights either side of the padded room? You’re going to crawl across the floor between them like a worm! Head for the green one and there will be an audio indication of time. Every time you don’t make it in time the machine will give you a quart of soapy encouragement to help you move faster, enjoy!” 
    ‘Chavez you have watched far too many Saw movies.’ Denise thought and noticed her tail plugged firmly in place. There was a beeping sound, Denise rolled onto her stomach and began to crawl along the floor, pushing with her knees then leaning forwards and drawing her legs up. The sound of the beeping got closer and closer. Finally an exhausted Denise reached the green light. Immediately the light changed and the beeping slowed. Denise found the struggle to get to the second light so much more difficult. Her muscles ached and she was so hot inside her tight little prison. Her pace was slow but she didn’t want to suffer the penalty so she squirmed harder. 
  Finally, just as the beeps were almost ready to become a continuous noise she reached the light. The light shifted again, Denise realised there were no breaks-Chavez had set her up to fail he was going to keep doing this to her until she failed.
  Tears rolled down Denise’s face as she was three quarters of the way across the room the beeping became a continuous sound. A pump activated and suddenly Denise was far less comfortable. Denise saw the lights change and headed with the extra encouragement to the next light. She managed to stay in time twice more then fell behind again. The pump activated again and a sobbing Denise managed to keep in time the next trip but failed after that. 
  Denise felt it was so hard to move after the third time the pump switched on. She missed the next time and the time after that. With her bloated belly it became too painful to move. She lost track of time and punishments as her belly continued to fill. Finally the machine stopped and the lights went off leaving her alone with her bloated belly.

  Dana Scully awoke with a start to Chavez’s voice;
    “Baby girl, its time to get up! Your pretty little lips will soon be wrapped tightly round a dislocating monster of a ring gag. You won’t be able to say a thing, not that I was actually listening to anything you said before this.” 
  Dana started to speak while she still could. As she expected, the machine dropped down from the ceiling. The agent tried to dodge the machine but that didn’t work. She tried to fight the machine. One of the arms held her head tightly locked in place then a second arm forced the device between her lips.   
  Millimetre by millimetre Scully’s jaw was forced open until she was certain some permanent damage would be caused. Her screams and sobs soon turned into unintelligible wails of distress. The ring gag was pushed between her soft pretty lips. The ring was huge. She had to stretch her jaw a long way even with the machine using some sort of jaw spreader for it to fit. 
  At least it was coated in pink rubber so it didn’t cut into her gums. A wide rubber strap cut into her cheeks it was fastened with rivets behind her head though it probably wouldn’t have been necessary. 
  Agent Scully suspected even with her hands free she wouldn’t be able to get the ring gag out. Another strap went under her chin and a Y shaped strap went over her nose to meet the other strap behind her head. Her jaw was now stuck in a position where she was drooling uncontrollably, her unintelligible whimpering spilling from the gag.
  Feeding time came quickly. The familiar bottle on a tray passed through the opening. Dana waited only ten minutes this time and she scooted over to the bottle there were still two open cuffs on either side of the bowl about where she would have to put her ankles to kneel down to feed from the bowl but they had been moved at an angle so the redhead would have to spread her knees quite wide to fit in them. She had no way to get to the milk except to put her ankles into the two cuffs and be locked in the humiliating position. 
  The moment her ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect round her ankles. She cursed Chavez. Humiliated, Scully had to work hard to force the massive ring gag down over the plug. As soon as it was all the way in her mouth it expanded like a balloon. She was trapped.
  It was almost familiar to her now. Her naked ass sticking up in the air, knees spread wide. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. She was forced to remain there for an extended period of time. Dana Scully went to sleep nursing a sore jaw and exhausted limbs.

  Denise woke up. She was on a padded bench, her ankles trapped in some sort of cuff a thick strap around her waist her bottom was presented upwards. There was a penis gag in her mouth. There was a mechanical whirring noise and a paddle landed on Denise’s ass. It had sufficient force to penetrate three layers of restraint and a diaper. Denise cried. She thought “no please don’t know that I will be a good little girl please no don’t”.
  She heard a beeping sound, slowly the beeps got closer and closer together. Denise knew what was going to happen as soon as the beeps became continuous-the paddle fell again. The beeps started again. 
  In desperation she started to suck on the gag, the beeps stopped. As soon as she stopped sucking the spanking machine started again…

  Scully awoke with a start to Chavez’s voice;
    “Baby girl, time to get up, sleepy! Your’e finally going to get a bottom to your outfit-won’t that be nice! Your’e going to get a three for one deal, a nice big fat hollow butt plug that will effectively leave you incontinent, an extra thick adult diaper then a rubber diaper over the top of that. I hope it makes it interesting for you.” 
  Dana couldn’t believe her ears, she had never had anything in her behind before, let alone what Chavez was planning to do to her!
  To her utter terror and dismay the robot fell on her again. Agent Scully tried to vocalise a coherent protest then dodged right and left but she was running out of space and trying to move about in the jacket was difficult. The machine came closer. She tried to kick the closest one. 
  Her foot was easily caught and she was flipped-over on her front, hitting the canvas with a thud. She tried to wriggle like an eel but in a second or two her ankles were both held by padded mechanical clamps-she wasn’t going anywhere. 
  A stream of hot, salty tears rolled down her cheeks as the machine greased her rose bud then forced the tip of the blunt plug between her ass cheeks. 
  The plug was far too large and didn’t fit One of the mechanical arms had a spreader attachment to force Dana’s buttocks apart. Nothing. It used more grease and the machine hammered the tip of the blunt plug home between her ass cheeks. She was turning red from the humiliation. The pain was agony, tears rolled down her cheeks. 
  Finally the plug started to work its way home into her back door, disappearing up to the hilt. One of the robot arms had a nozzle with expanding foam. The nozzle met a section of the plug. To Dana’s dismay she felt the plug grow inside of her ballooning, the plug expanded getting more solid the ridges digging into her abused flesh. How was she going to get it out of her? What the fuck was Chavez planning to do to her? 
  Then came the thick, pink diapers firmly taped in place. The machine released her ankles and then came the frilly, pink rubber diaper over the top of everything else. The robot finally retreated into the ceiling. The toilet retreated into the wall a panel of padding replacing it. Dana was left a weeping heap on the floor futilely tugging at her straight jacket, trying to relieve the pain from the plug, her legs felt like dead weight.
  Feeding time eventually came around and she gave it only five minutes of hesitation then agent Scully scooted over to the bottle. 
  She found that the bottle was still unsurprisingly connected to the tray and the tray was still connected to the floor. The tray had a cover over it. There was an oval in it not large enough to reach the food but still quite large. There were the two open cuffs on either side of the bowl, angled so she would have to spread her knees even wider to fit in them. The moment her ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect round her ankles, the cover opened. 
  Dana saw that the milk was inside the strange baby’s bottle. Humiliated, Dana had to work to force the ring gag down over the plug. As soon as it was all the way in her mouth it expanded then the two halves of the cover closed back down over her head.   
  She was trapped and panicked but she was held firmly in place and could struggle little. Her round diapered ass sticking up in the air, knees spread wide and head held inside the cover she was force-fed this way then the device stopped. After a few seconds her stomach began to knot she had been force fed a powerful laxative! She was humiliated. 
  Dana Scully was forced to stay there for what felt like an hour and a half. She felt a strange sensation over her face. Then she was released. A full length mirror descended. 
  Dana saw herself in the mirror. Her lips had been painted red, there were large circles of pink blush on her cheeks, her eyes were framed with blue and her hair was in pigtails she was not pleased!
    “OOO AAHAAD! OOO AAHAAD!”
  She shook her head and rubbed her face against the floor but whatever she did it did nothing to the make up. She was glad to be released but with her stomach spasming and the pain in her bottom she dropped to the floor. She was horrified at her condition, especially after her seeming rescue by that other agent. Was that woman really FBI or just one of Chavez’s whores? Eventually, her body gave up and she was fast asleep.

  Denise was dimly aware of the machine around her. Her jaw was freed then her body was unwrapped from one layer of the suit then a second layer finally she was naked and the plug was removed. Then the machine began to repackage her in a much tighter and more humiliating restraint exactly the same as Dana Scully’s.

    “Morning Dana, Denise. Don’t you look lovely just like a pair of naughty little school girls that need a thorough spanking. I think you need just one final accessory, you are both getting a custom made pair of ballet heel ankle boots and a pair of ankle to thigh lace up leg sheaths all in tasteful pink. You won’t be able to even get up you will be for all intents and purposes as helpless as a baby, then we might play together a bit just the three of us. Aren’t you girls lucky?” 
  Agent Scully looked across the room. Agent Stillwater was propped up against a wall half asleep. Her face was made up too, like a toddler had gotten at her mother’s make up-the same as Scully. Her body was a lot smaller, the steel waist clincher made her waist almost non-existent!
  Scully frowned. She doubted that Stillwater was a willing participant or was she? Scully had met some extremely strange people over the years, excluding Mulder…   
  There must have been an incredibly odd cocktail of chemicals in the food because agent Stillwater was starting to look quite fetching inside her tight little packaging. She shook her head, dismissing the image. 
  Agent Scully found herself on her feet. She needed to check on agent Stillwater to see if she was okay. Dana Scully found her legs a little shaky but she moved across the room. Agent Stillwater looked more awake than a moment ago. Scully kicked one of the soft toys out of the way. Denise realised her predicament. 
  She struggled briefly against her tight little straitjacket. Agent Scully slipped on the padding but made it halfway across the room. Stillwater tried to work her jaw and realised the extent of the humiliating gag. Agent Scully was over Denise-she looked so small so helpless… 
  Denise was looking-down at the jacket at the flimsy covering over her perky little breasts the her eyes roamed over her diapered crotch.
  Agent Scully meant to bend down to comfort the distressed woman. The agent found herself with her nose up against Denise’s hair it smelt good-she inhaled deeply.   
  Suddenly, Denise was pulling back and stumbled-over, landing on her back. Agent Scully found herself stumbling forwards. She landed with her knees either side of Agent Stillwater’s hips. The agent tried to struggle away. Scully found she was using her leverage and her body weight to pin Denise in place. Her head got lower and Denise looked afraid. Dana felt her ring gagged lips moving closer to Denise, what was going on? 
  Denise shook her head, her eyes were frightened. Scully found her lips around Denise’s right nipple licking and tickling it through the restraint. The agent struggled and resisted for a second Scully shook her head what the hell was going on, was she so dosed in aphrodisiac she would literally jump any human being she came into contact with? 
  The answer seemed to be yes! Dana found her lips pressed to agent Denise and the two ring gags became one. Denise was pushed back into the padding. Denise kissed her back! They were pushing their hard nipples into each other. They were grinding their hips together! The two thick diapers seemed to cut out a lot of sensation. Both women were HORNY and frustrated and needed it!
 To their ire, there was whirring from above and both looked up. A second robot had entered the room through a hatch that closed behind it onto the rail system.  A moment later the robot was on Dana pulling her off Denise. The robot simply pushed Dana on her back robotic clamps grabbed each ankle and Scully couldn’t fight it. Each foot was easily captured and forced into a painful arch then the boot was laced shut then a zip over the laces and a strap over the zip. 
  Then Dana was thankful that the robot changed her but also it tightened the strap holding her arms in place another inch and she felt as if her shoulders would dislocate behind her back.
  Agent Stillwater received the same treatment. She howled unintelligibly as her feet were immobilised in impossible footwear.
 The machine let her go with Chavez enjoying watching her try to stand. Agent Scully tottered over the floor, half falling, half kneeling then she was back at Denise’s side. Denise rubbed herself against Agent Scully-she had no hope of standing on the heels!
  Scully looked at agent Stillwater. The heels helped her look so sexy! The tight little straitjacket, the gag! So adorable, so sexy-she just had to have her!
  Agent Scully found the restraints were having a profound and unwanted effect on her body but she had been bound and conditioned and medicated for so long she could hardly resist!
  Then the machine got the leg sheathes. The robots pried the two FBI agents apart, their locked lips separating with a pop.
  The robot forced Dana Scully onto her back with ease and mechanical clamps grabbed her boots then forced them tight hard to her ass. 
  The sheaths went over the ankle boots then they were stitched tightly shut encircling her doubled up limbs, Dana was thoroughly sealed in, 
Agent Scully examined her predicament;
    “Oh God! (It’s so sexy, I am so lucky!) “ She stopped herself. ‘Hello, what the fuck did I just think? Oh God! If I am kept here for much longer, Chavez is going to brainwash me oh God no!” Agent Scully found herself shuffling across the floor inch by inch over to Denise. She was so pretty, so helpless. She kissed Denise and Denise kissed back... 

  Feeding time came around, two trays were offered up but Dana found it almost impossible to scoot over to the bowl. She was in a sexual haze, she barely noticed a door open, Then she felt a man’s hands guiding her, helping. Chavez! How dare he put his hands on her!
  Dana tried to resist but was thoroughly bound. She screamed at herself as her body started to heat up from being manhandled, ‘This is not me, it’s a drug! Let me go you pervert!’ Dana had to work very hard to force the ring gag down over the feeding plug, she noticed Chavez forcing agent Stillwater over to her feeding bottle. 
  As soon as it was all the way in Dana started sucking on it more and more, finally it activated in her mouth, expanding like a balloon. She was trapped held firmly in place, her diapered ass sticking up in the air.   
  Denise soon found she was receiving the same unwanted assistance and soon her lips were being forced around a feeding plug with Chavez’s hand on the back of her head. 
  She was force fed this way. Chavez started to stoke her hair, the back of her straitjacket then the device stopped. Dana was forced to stay there she had no movement. She felt Chavez’s hand on her ass. She tried to struggle, she started to cry but part of her didn’t want to struggle.

SCULLY IN THE NURSERY 2

Agent Denise Stillwater was a freshly minted FBI officer. This was her first time with the badge. She was quite nervous about what was effectively her first case her first real opportunity to add any direction to her career. She had not done badly in her training but she had not done exceptionally, she had not been dumped in a dead end assignment and she had not been hand picked for anything special either. She had been drafted into the investigation to find agent Dana Scully it had been nearly three weeks since the agent had disappeared and people were really starting to worry if they would ever see her again.

Agent Denise had talked to Some people on the task force. There were rumours it was a hit. The officers in charge were beginning to think a high profile revenge against Dana, someone she had killed or an investigation she had broken open. Then a big time crime lord started talking his mouth off in prison, about how he had the FBI agent dealt with. The investigation centred on that for nearly two weeks , It turned out that the crook was just blowing smoke, trying to sound big in prison, they did find an idiot who let slip some details of the investigation at a bar but other than that nothing was found. Agent Denise had another line of investigation

Agent Denise had checked through the records one of the case files that Dana had looked at, it was about a man named Chaves. Checking it looked like Chaves had disappeared of the face of the earth quite a while ago but so had his car. He had to have dumped it somewhere or there had to be a record of it. It took her a few days but Denise was patient, a few records a few checks and she found a spot that would be just right to lose a car. A patrol officer looked where she had her hunch and found the car. Agent Denise was there in a hart beat it had been thoroughly cleaned she was disheartened but then she noticed something.

Stuck in the tire well was a piece of packaging. Denise extracted it with care there was half a logo on it. With some patience Denise was able to reconstruct the logo. She checked through every local business to try and find it but there was no trace. Denise though for a while she got her hands on an old directory there she found it . There was a company that had owned a ware house. They had been in the business of technology parts for hospital machines, they had grown up supplying a local research facility and general parts for high end medical equipment. Denise looked closer she had something the local hospitals and universities had lost quite a few grants and contracts for research. The supply of work for this tech company dried up, they shrivelled and died.

Agent Denise went to the where house the place looked like someone had used it maybe a month ago. Denise dug into the records. They did most of there business with a research hospital. They had a contact at the hospital someone they were in deep with, most of the paperwork gave no clue to who it was but they were on very good terms. Finally Denise found some personal emails the contact was Chavez. There it was a link, The old hospital on one side they had a big pile of clinical studies and failed programs. Half its experimental machines were working piecemeal from parts from the ware house belonging to the tech company with Chavez in between the two.

Denise wanted this break herself, it would be a big boost to her career. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going, she got a floor plan she knew that Chevez might be hiding in the hospital she found a different entrance to the psychiatric hospital one used for supplies and materials.

Denise was originally hopeful but there seemed no sigh of anything, she had started at the fifth floor and worked her way down there were doors she couldn’t easily open and lots of basement the place was probably looking at the floor plans mostly basement. Denise noticed something some equipment was turned on still had power going to it. Denise found a lift it seemed to have been turned on she hit the button the  lift doors opened. It seemed to only have one button for the basement the rest were locked off behind a key control panel. Denise hit the button the lift took her down. Denise stepped out into the dark basement the lift door closed behind her, a panel slid down over it. She turned around there was no button to summon the lift, if she didn’t know better she would have sworn the lift did not exist. Denise could hear something

As she moved a motion detector switched flood lights on Denise looked around the large room there were tracks on the floor and the ceiling, there was one occupant to the room a harsh looking metal cage or cot was in one corner. It seemed to be motorised it was rocking backwards and forwards. Denise came closer there was a pink bundle inside the cot. Agent Denise got closer and got a shock. There was a label on the end of the cot DANA, inside the cot was a clearly feminine bundle. A big pair of frightened confused eyes looked at her a tuft of curly red hair peeked out from under a bonnet . Denise thought what had that pervert done to Dana, she had to get her out of this thing. There was a power switch to the motor Denise turned it off the cot stopped rocking Dana looked a little better, she looked confused wither she was half expecting Denise to be a phantom in her own drugged mind .

Denise’s little fingers found several catches on the side of the cot they were stiff and took a great deal of effort to open , Denise almost postulated that they were designed for a machine to operate not a human, finally she undid the lid. It fell to the side of the cot with a clang bouncing. There was a feeding gag mechanism with a canister pushed between Dana’s breasts. What a fucking pervert Denise thought to herself. She unhooked the feed from the gag with a pop the tube was free, Dana looked relived Denise dumped the canister to one side of the cot on the floor.

Denise was determined to free Scully, Denise released a strap and then removed a pink, frilly baby bonnet that was secured tightly with a strap under the Dana’s chin it was definitely Dana there was an explosion of red hair, she had found her alive. Denise needed to get the gag out of her lips but to do that she would have to roll her over to get at it, that meant removing the straps and the cradle. Denise looked at the sides of the cot they had been bolted together. Denise saw a cabinet in one corner and went to investigate. Denise found an adjustable wrench, the bolts holding the cradle together were stiff but half a minute a piece and she had them lose enough that she could get to Dana wiggling each bar out of the way a little at a time. 

Under the cot Denise found the catches which held the tight thick pink rubber straps around Dana’s swaddling blanket and the cradle. They were also awkward like a machine had fastened them together. Had that pervert Cheves got a set of power tools down hear Denise wondered? Or was there something more sinister. In a little while the straps were gone. Denise carefully pulled Dana out of the remains of the crib. She had pulled almost all the bars on one side of the cot to pieces. Agent Scully had maybe put on a few pounds with the force feeding regime, or the suit was heavy. Very gently Denise manoeuvred the rubberised FBI agent. A cctv camera high up in one corner of the room focused in on the show.

Denise un-strapped the tight rubber blanket and unrolled Scully she was surprised by the additional layer of restraint beneath it. Cheves was going into prison for the rest of his life for this outrage. Scully looked at Denise her eyes looked less foggy. At least Scully could sit up, something she had not been able to do for a long time. A few straps a bit of struggling and Denise removed the  pink pacifier, collar combination. Scully breathed in deeply and wordlessly thanked her as she worked her stretched jaw to get some feeling and function back to her jaw.

Denise started to extract agent Scully from the armless suit restraining her. she had to pry the flap on the suit open she used the end of one of the clasps from the strap. It seemed to be glued in place and took a few tries before it moved. Denise undid the straps then unzipped it at the back, she pried the FBI agent out of the tight costume. And found another tight restraint under it, she could not believe the depths of Cheves perversion. The next layer of restraint defeated Denise she didn’t have a clue how to get Dana out of this particular costume. Dana started to speak “please get me out of it please”. Dana struggled trying to free her arms she was helpless the strong FBI woman started to cry Denise hugged her.

Dana looked at Denise “get me out of this thing later lets just go”. Denise turned to Scully “don’t worry where I came in closed behind me , we can find another way out” Scully looked at her “your back up will find us right”. Denise looked a little embarrassed “we don’t have back up”. “let me get this right you walked in hear and no one knows your hear”. Denise looked at Dana “didn’t you do the exact same thing”, Scully was silent. They walk around the room Scully was unsteady on her feet, Denise saw a service door in one corner they headed for it. 

“look up on the ceiling” Agent Scully indicated to Denise there was a god dam robot crawling about the ceiling on tracks. The pair of them ducked into what appeared to be a small staff kitchen. Denise in a brain wave checked thorough the draws and found a big kitchen knife. Denise cut through the strap holding Dana’s arms pinned back, it felt so good after all this time to have her arms free. Denise cut through the strap holding Dana’s arms together, finally they were free she felt her muscles relax. Denise opened up the superglued flap on the straight jacket with the knife a few straps, the zip and a lot of tugging, Dana was free off the horrible embrace of the straight jacket.

Denise was surprised by the mittens, a little work with the knife and the plastic shell fell off. She unlaced the elbow length sheaths then found the edge of the tape unwrapped it and finally Scully could drop the rubber ball she had been holding for three weeks.
Denise turned her attention to the locked diaper ,Scully assured her she would rather be naked than wear that thing especially in its current condition.

They returned to the corridor a camera focused on the two women. There was a whirring sound . Dana turned around one minute to look behind then there was a whirring noise and Denise was gone when Dana turned back.

The spider web of mechanical arms dropped Agent Denise onto the padded table. Agent Denise’s gun was brushed out of her hand. Before Agent Denise could react there were a dozen mechanical hands in front of her, She was rolled onto her front padded grips clamped her arms to her sides at wrist elbow and shoulder more padded claws held her legs together at knee thigh and ankle, oh god she though this is what happened to Scully. A speaker next to her “Agent Denise is it This is Chavez I have spent weeks fixing this place up, exactly how I wan it and now the FBI has given me another little present to play with”.

A thick nozzle came to rest over her face . “Chavez I warn you” Agent Denise 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. Her mind felt slow fogy like her head was encased in gelatine. The spray must have made her pass out she didn’t intend to find out what else the machine intended to do, when she tried to get up her body did not respond at all. "FBI Help me" she tried to yelled, she could not get the words out. .

"Plemm... Heemmm... Mm..." It was difficult for Agent Denise to speak. What had the strange machine done to her? She tried to reach for her phone in her jacket. A mechanical arm held her phone in front of her face then pulled the phone out of her reach, her arms just limply jerked forward weakly and landed by her side. "Hewwmm..." said Agent Denise. "Mm... Mm...." . another nosily came over her face she felt another spray into her mouth she felt her lips becoming numb. 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. 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 Agent Denise was lifted up, her feet positioned dangled ready for the machine to swallow. Agent Denise was having difficulty focusing to her horror she looked at the machine console it indicated what programs it was running. The terminal said simultaneous running infant care and enhanced psychiatric restraint and corrective discipline. She realised she would soon be experiencing whatever that combination meant, which was not good judging by Dana! "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. Agent Denise tried to summon her strength she was wriggling with all her might but her arms and legs felt like they were made of rubber.

The machine industriously recorded her personnel data weight size etc with a scanner making a record. 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. it scanned her retinas into the system's files, she was now just an involuntary patient or infant with no rights. Padded mechanical arms gathered her in a tight embrace, pressing her arms and legs together making sure she was centred on the belt and unable to roll off. Then the belt started up again, and she began moving forwards towards the main body of the machine. 

The padded arms released her in to a cramped dimly lit compartment. A heavy hatch swung shut behind her with a loud echoing click. Inside everything, including the robot arms, was padded and coloured pink. A tinkling melody was playing on an internal sound system. The horrified woman was calling out for help, but she sounded just like a baby trying to talk: "Mmmm! Mmmuuh...Mmmm..." The, mechanical arms descended quickly they easily picking off her clothes. A robot hand seized her right foot then one attached to her left smaller arms unpicked the laces. Her heels and skirt went first; her tight pantyhose 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 were peeled off quickly, her arms were so weak that they barely resisted the machine. she was rendered topless, completely humiliated and defeated after a short struggle.

Dana was alone she looked around, There was a loud beeping sound , Dana Scully looked up. A light above her flashed red. There was a complex cluster of robot arms on a track on the ceiling it descended. Before she could work out what was going on the machine had her, a robotic arm grabbed her arms a second robotic arm grabbed Dana’s legs she was hoisted into the air. Dana continued to struggle futilely against the two arms. Dana was dragged away down the corridors of the disused psychiatric wing of the hospital. The machine came to a large thick steel door with fourteen high security locks and a security grill. The door opened in front of her the minute the machine was thought the door locked and shut.  Then it went down into the basement . There was a sign which said high security cells, a pink sigh saying nursery had been stuck over the top.

The door to the high security nursery opened automatically, Dana was thrown into the cell so hard she bounced into the padded room rolled she came to a stop face down. The door swung shut. Above her she could see another cluster of mechanical arms that Chavez had renovated just for her. Dana lay on the floor winded She was panting having after struggling against the robot. The door locked with a metallic squeal and a heavy click. Dana rolled over then started swearing a long complicated curse. She stood up lost her footing on the padding and fell over. Dana looked up there was a high definition camera in each corner of the room.  The room was about ten foot by ten foot and eight foot high every square foot was covered by a thick pink pieces of padding even the back of the door. 

There were several pink toys in the room of such size it was like Dana was like a toddler in comparison. About ten shaped pink foam blocks a foot square. A large cuddly pink bear that had a squint and a giant ball four feet across. The light fitting had its own little cage. Dana got up again carefully she walked over and tried the door it was stuck fast she pushed against it nothing she kicked it hard it made no difference other than to hurt her toe. There was a toilet against one wall she sat down she was surprised to feel a warm jet of water hit her underside, then a blast of hot air dry her off. When she stood up, the toilet flushed automatically.

Chavez’s voice came out over a hidden intercom “high Dana you just volunteered for an important experiment for the hospital, all in the name of science to help refine this  equipment for the managed care portion of society. I fancy you will spend a while in the padded cell with four high definition camera’s on you, I will run you through your paces displease me and certain little handicaps will be added for your stay, And yes I am completely mad but you are the one locked in the padded cell how ironic.” Dana got mad how dare Chavez treat her like a lab rat where was agent Denise. She began to swear and gesture at the nearest camera she ran at the door and bounced off landing on the floor, she huddled into a ball and looked at the camera defiantly holding a pile of the soft cubes in a strategic place to prevent Chavez getting a better look at her naked body.  

Denise kicking on the floor, it was lined with a colourful plastic sheet, Two arms firmly peeled off her red thong panties. She sobbed like a baby while the system spread her legs in a wide V above her. Strong mechanical arms in a strange configuration held her legs each attached to her ankles and around her knees and upper things. A device shaped in a crescent extended over each foot little clamps deployed from it pulling each one of her toes, each digit was clamped and pulled out strait, forcing her foot strait, she could not even wiggle her toes. She tried to scream as a large rotating brush moved towards her. A jet of she guessed moisturiser was sprayed on her pubic mound and her ass. The machine cleaned her very grown-up, well-rounded ass and between her stretched legs with the moist rotating brush it seemed to go on forever, when it finally pulled away two more jets of moisturiser hit her then it started again. 

Agent Denise began to squirm against the brush she felt herself blushing her nipples hardened and her toes tried 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. A large padded bit attached on an arm to the collar slotted neatly between her teeth. The rotating brush continued to work away at her body, she bit down hard on it. Agent Denise’s hands tried to raise up, an arm on the back of the collar grasped her wrists and pulled them high up her back. Denise tried to calm herself to stop her moaning finally when she was nearly ready for release the machine stopped, she was halfway there she was glad it stopped but also disappointed. More moisturiser was squirted the brush returned finally she felt herself release. 

The conveyor belt started again. She realised her hands had been released and the bit was no longer in-between her teeth. She felt herself moving down a short slope the machine 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 Agent Denise'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 again 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 to her sides. A sticky coated rubber ball was pushed tightly into each of her palms, she found she could not let them go, her hands were forced into fists, She felt a sticky pink tape being wrapped tightly around each of her hands then run around her wrists forearms, elbows then up to her armpits. Then a tight pink fingerless rubber glove was rolled over each of her hands pulled over the tape to her armpit. Some sort of mitten followed it was maybe leather also pink. that was tightened laced up to her armpits. Then there was a brief source of heat and the laces seemed to shrink. The machine then pulled her hands up behind her back between her shoulder blades, Agent Denise’s shoulder screamed in protest. The machine had dealt with her like a violent mental patient. 

Agent Denise gave a yelp as a strong jet of water ran its terrible caress across her tight rear entrance. At the same moment a pointed brush thrust itself between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus, Agent Denise’s anal virginity was gone there and then. The brush withdrew a large soapy sponge on a rotating cylindrical base replaced it. The machine continued to work on her pussy with the rotating sponge. The padded bit gag returned forced into her mouth gagging her again. Mechanical arms pushed on her elbows making her even more helpless. 

The machine activated a large enema bag filled with a cleaning solution, the sponge was pulled out of her ass. The enema nozzle was inserted into her clenching rosebud. Agent Denise hated the invasion, and then her face blushed crimson as the liquid entered her bowls. Agent Denise squeezed her face closed, trying to expel the nozzle, and the liquid, without success, all the time the rotating brush worked on her pussy. Finally after it may have been twenty minutes the nozzle withdrew. The water emptied out of the chamber. The machine turned on a strong hot shower jet, the chamber filled with more soapy water. Agent Denise’s face was crimson red, but her humiliation wasn't over yet. A strong jet of soapy water ran its caress across her rear entrance again, as the sponge returned to its home between her buttocks to deeply cleanse her anus again.

Soon Agent Denise was desperately panting her face was red her nipples hard her toes were trying to curling, she could feel her hips trying to wiggling trying to push harder up against the sponge she was writhing about held in place. She didn’t know if she was enjoying the sponge in the front or the one in the rear more, then she felt herself release . The machine detected additional contaminates and decided she needed to be cleaned again.

Dana was left locked in the padded cell, she calmed down and wiped the tears from her face she walked around a bit. She started planning her revenge on Chavez. Dana  lied down and took a nap. She got up and did some exercise to try and restore movement to her stiff body, it was a little difficult walking on the padding. Dana did a bit of exercise some sit ups some push ups to keep her body fit, she had been held immobile for weeks, then she stopped. She realised the show she was giving to Chavez. What had he said about accessories what the hell did that bastard mean by that comment anyway.

The worse moment the single most humiliating thing was dinner time. A section of the padding at the bottom of the door folded away with a mechanised. It was on the back of a sort of flap there was a small gap that was quickly filled. A bowl on a tray passed through the opening Dana soon found that the bowl was connected to the tray and the tray was connected to the floor, she had no utensils to eat her meal with and it was baby food. Dana looked at the cctv “you sick bastards you must be joking if you think I am going to eat like some kind of child you must be joking“. Dana tried to kick the bowl she missed slipped on the padding and landed on her ass. Dana’s stomach growled after an while Dana felt defeat set in. Dana had to get down on he hands and knees and scoop it up in the most humiliating way possible, with her ass sticking up in the air. She dreaded to think of having to do this for an extended period of time, she almost wanted her bottle back. Dana went to sleep after a bit her stomach still rumbling.

Denise had literally been taken to the cleaners, finally The sponge was pulled out of her mouth and bottom her elbows were released. Lulled by the warm water and in an incredible sexual daze, the exhausted agent 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. 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. 

Next the machine started spreading lubricant on her bottom, it held something at the ready. Agent Denise could see the big fat butt plug that was about to be jammed into her tight little body, The machine violently forced the tip of a blunt plug between her ass cheeks. The gag was forced back in her mouth. The plug was a giant far two large. The machine had a brutal spreader to force Agent Denise’s buttocks apart. She was turning beetroot red from the humiliation. The plug started to work its way home into her back door. The shaft of the plug seemed to go on and on forever getting wider and wider, finally it was snugly in place stretching Agent Denise’s  back entrance, the spreader disengaged . Agent Denise tried to expel the monster but it was too tightly wedged in place. What the fuck was Chavez planning to do to her. The plug was inflated with a pump. It had a double seal on it to ensure it was water tight a long flexible pipe hung down from it. 

Then 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 extra padded disposable diaper it was so humiliating. The machine had used quite a lot of extra absorbent pads so the bundle was very thick between her legs, she could feel the plug move around. Then she felt the machine move her legs, she was encased in tight thick pink rubber tights from waist to the tips of her toes, the pipe from the plug stuck out like a tail. 

Agent Denise had mostly given up fighting, but the sight of herself in diapers made her start struggling "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. The machine presented her breast with a collar each tightly strapping them at the base. 

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... Mmm!" She protested as the system worked her body into the ridiculously tight suit one limb at a time. The pipe fed behind her like a tail The back was laced shut by then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the laces then the machine closed a zipping flap over the heavy laces and straps sealed the flap shut. 

Agent Denise’s 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 behind her back, the machine carefully pulled the straps through a tight central loop at the back of the garment then through two side loops, then the machine flipped her on her back. 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 painful self hug she was trapped in a reversed 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. With her arms together behind her back drawing her shoulder back her chest stuck out she looked a picture of helpless.

Agent Denise was not happy when the system produced a second pink darlex garment thinner 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 pipe to the plug was still free that was ominous. The back was laced shut then a row of straps were pulled over the top of the laces then the machine closed a flap with a  zip. Agent Denise looked armless in her new outfit it seemed very tight in the waist and made her, firm breasts seem bigger with the suits curves. 

Agent Denise was even less enthusiastic when the system produced a third pink darlex garment. It was stretched out by robot arms, the garment was revealed to have an oval open hood no arms and only one leg “Mmm! Mmm…!!!!!" She protested as the system worked her body into the Third tight suit both legs together, turning her over on her belly to reduce her mobility, she looked like a big pink worm. The back was laced shut then the machine closed a flap with a  zip. Agent Denise looked armless and legless in her new outfit like a mermaid or a worm. It seemed very tight in the waist and made her, firm breasts seem bigger. With three layers she was even more helpless, and it was very hot.

Still on her stomach, arms restrained and legs still jerking feebly together, The system spread out a thick pink rubber blanket on the floor next to her. The system neatly rolled her up in the blanket it wrapped round her once twice three stretching the rubber taunt forming a tight cocoon. There were fastening straps built into the blanket they were secured tightly around her a dozen in all 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, as well as the trailing pipe, She was now completely immobile, and as the mercy of the machine to be cared for as its evolving program dictated.

The system assembled all cradle modules from standardised parts, so it had no difficulty producing a unit suitable for an infant of Agent Denise’s size. The cocooned girl was lifted off the floor and lowered over her new cradle, there was a blanket in the crib it seemed to be attached to a mechanism that held it open with two jaws. Denise was dropped into the blanket it tightly clamped down on her the air was sucked out of the gap. Denise was left with her head propped up by a bright pink rubberised pillow. "Denise' was printed on one end of the cradle in pink letters.

A robot arm descended towards her head with a strange pink pacifier, posture 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. Agent Denise 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, then a third behind her head 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 where she came to rest, rocking gently. The crib 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. The pipe from the plug was plumbed in "Mmm...Mmm..." said the scared Agent Denise 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 Agent Denise’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 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 Agent Denise, 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, was this how agent Scully had spent her time? She should have told someone of her plan, she was made to take another gulp of Milk. The plug In her rear sprang to life delivering an unwelcome quantity of hot soapy water causing her to squirm. 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?

Dana awoke to Chavez’s voice “wake up baby I don’t think you need beauty sleep.”
Dana picked up a soft toy to hold in front of the camera, it gave her an electric shock and she had to drop it, she heard Chavez laughter. Dana tried to find one bit of cover in the cell there was none. Dana was left in a corner trying to huddle in a ball to cover up her nakedness. Every part of her body was on show there was no escape in any part of the cell. The utter humiliation burned into her mind as well as the four high definition camera’s hard drive. After about twenty minutes Dana composed herself she pointed at one camera and began to stair defiantly calling Chavez a twisted perverts. An hours went by Dana was left locked in the padded cell she was cramped in her little ball she wanted to walk around a bit to get up and do some exercise.

The worse moment was meal time, again a section of the padding at the bottom of the door folded away it on the back of a flap. A tray passed through the opening Dana scooted over to the tray. she was trying to cover herself up while moving across the floor she could not hide every curve of her body. Dana found that the bowl was replaced by a large bottle connected to the tray and the tray was connected to the floor but worse the position. It took her stomach two hours to get the better of her. Dana cursed and looked at the cctv camera’s accusingly. Dana looked close at the giant flat babies bottle, there was a large plug like a teat on one end. Humiliated Dana had to bend down with her ass in the air and wrap her lips round it and suck. 

The machine seemed to be designed so that it had to go completely into her mouth. Dana had to deep throat the thing like a porn star to even get a meal. As soon as it was all the way in her mouth with her lips wrapped around it, the cursed thing expanded like a balloon. She tried to pull back but she was trapped in the most humiliating way possible with her naked ass sticking up in the air. She was force fed this way then the device stopped she was forced to remain there for an extended period of time half an hour or more before it finally released her. Dana got up after it released her and  kicked the bowl hurting her foot. She was sleepy after the milk she became very tired her vision blurring she had to sleep .

Denise woke up to find she was being released from the crib. The mechanical cluster of hands had removed the lid and were working on releasing the tight bars of the cage, after a few minutes she was only held in place by the vacuum bed. The mechanism switched off and opened up presenting her to the waiting mechanical arms, the pipe from the plug was drained and disconnected. She was pulled out of the cot still wrapped up in a rubber swaddling blanked. The machine carried her to perhaps a different room she was not sure, the machine laid her on the floor and released the straps on the swaddling blanket, gently she was unrolled, still she could do little once free.

The high chair was a piece of work a solid metal frame painted pink there were padded sections behind the legs on the seat behind the back and behind the head. The machine pushed Denise into it. A padded stock locked around her joined ankles. The middle of the device had a large tray like section it formed part of the restraint pushing her torso tight against the back of the chair her breasts spilling out over the top. She was released from the pink baby bonnet, so that the machine could get at the gag. The blindfold was released , Denise felt the slack then one by one the pads were pulled out of her eye sockets. She felt the three straps securing the posture collar released it felt good to move her neck again. The machine un-strapped the three straps at the back of her head that held the gag in place , the strap under her chin was released, then none to gently the machine pulled the gag out with a pop.

Denise couldn’t get her jaw to work it was two stiff, she tried to speak nothing came out. A large padded collar swung into place to hold her neck still. The machine presented Denise with a large ring gag , she tried to pull away but deft robotic hands soon had it stuffed between her jaws. She was fitted with the pink baby bonnet again it was secured tightly with a strap under her chin. The robot dropped a bowel onto the tray in front of Denise , it contained the most unappetising thing she had ever smelt. There was the stench of cabbage and what Denise though of week old trainers. She looked down as best she could. The green pap in the bowel looked even less appetising. A robotic arm dipped a pink spoon into the green glop then pushed it through the ring gag. Denise winced it was even less appealing to taste, she tried to push it out of her mouth with her tong. But another spoon full was pushed in, reluctantly Denise had to swallow. When she was completely finished with the bowel another was presented to her. Finally with her stomach protesting her mouth was gagged as a pacifier was pushed into the ring gag. 

Dana awoke awkwardly to Chavez’s voice “wake up Baby girl, the machine is going to give you something to wear. A nice little straight jacket to your tight little body. Dana I know you wnat something to wear. I just helped design a very special little straight jacket just for you aren’t you lucky. Its pink with harts, made of a marvellous silk Kevlar blend triple stitched and reinforced at the joints. Its extra small so you wont be able to get out. The waist has been tailored tight to help emphasize your  lovely curves. On top of that it has a built in steel waist clincher. I think what I was going for is utterly merciless and you wont be able to do a thing about it once it is fitted.”

Chavez liked the sound of his own voice “The front of the jacket had been Specially Designed to fit over your nice round breasts there is an oval a panel made of transparent rip stop nylon, it will tightly embraced your breasts. The rip stop nylon is triple stitched to the jacket it will be tight and secure and show every square inch of your impressive bust, I also added a few more straps to the design just to make it interesting for you, and by the time I have finished talking about it the machine has already made it for you.”

Dana Stood there her brain did not want to acknowledge what it had just herd. There was a sound Dana turned round then looked up the dam robot, in its arms it had a white bundle. Dana backed into a corner with her hands raised she looked at the machine it blurred, flying forwards closing the distance. Dana swore and struggled against the mechanical arms she tried to bite the hydraulic line and kicked the sensor.

The Machine quickly forced Dana’s tight curves into the straight jacket designed to emphasize them. It was a very snug fit but the mechanical arms worked her inch by inch into her prison. The sleeves were so tight she couldn’t twitch a finger still better than the mittens. The jacket was heavily reinforced around the collar the elbows the wrists and armpits. The jacket was stitched closed at the back. The machine started at the top and worked down. Then came the built in waist clincher The mechanical arms slowly pressed the two halves together, the gap between the two halves of the waist clincher reduced. Dana began to breath a little faster as her lung capacity was dramatically reduced. There was a flash of light then a jet of co2 from the machine the dam monster had actually welded the steel clincher shut.

Dana felt the jacket tightened cruelly around her waist. The effect on her breasts was to force them up against the transparent panel where the bulged obscenely against the fabric. Without oxygen she could hardly resist Dana’s arms were fed behind her back through  a centre loop. The robot arms gave the jacket arms a further tug and carefully threaded them through side loops. They pulled the straps as tight as they could Dana shook like a rag doll with the force. With every millimetre of slack removed from the jacket The robot arms riveted the straps in place. With her arms through the side loops then the sleeves joined together in front of her , Dana’s arms were completely useless her shoulders pulled back helped emphasise her figure. 

Two crotch straps were run from front to back either side of her pussy. The twin crotch straps were made of thick rubber. The machine applied them tightly so that they cut deeply into Dana’s flesh. At her rear the rubber cut tightly into her butt cheeks pushing them up making her ass look larger giving Dana Scully a Sexy round bubble butt. She wore clothing but she was practically naked she no longer had any way to cover her self up her arms uselessly folded behind her.  Dana was breathlessly trying to swear as the machine as it dropped her on the padded floor and retreated. Dana found it was even harder to balance on the canvas floor without the aid of her arms. It took her three humiliating tries to regain her footing.

The meal came quickly, a section of the padding at the bottom of the door folded away. A bottle on a tray passed through the opening, the tray was strangely longer this time. It took Dana 45 minutes before hunger took over. Dana scooted over to the bowel. She found that the bottle was connected to the tray and the tray was connected to the floor, but worse there were two open cuffs  on either side of the bottle about where she would have to put her ankles to kneel down to feed from the bottle. She heard Chavez voice “If you don’t put your ankles in the little cuffs you don’t get to eat” Dana cursed at the camera and sat on the floor waiting after another 30 mins she got up. 

She knew she had no way to get the bottle to flow except to put her ankles into the two cuffs. The moment her ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect round her ankles tightly, she wasn’t going to be getting up. Dana saw that the large rubber teat was even larger this time. Humiliated Dana had to work hard to wrap her lips round the plug stretching her jaw as wide as it would go. Again as soon as it was all the way in her mouth, it expanded like a balloon. She involuntarily tried to pull back but she was trapped and humiliated, with her naked ass sticking up in the air. She was force fed this way then the device stopped but didn’t deflate. She was forced to remain there for an extended period of time.  She began to panic but couldn’t do anything  about it was 45 mins or more before it finally released her she was getting really sleepy. Dana went to sleep nursing a saw jaw an aching waist the clincher and straps to tight. Her arms were exhausted limbs numb and her shoulders ached from the unpleasant position. It was probably only the drugs that allowed her to sleep.

Denise woke up she was lying slumped up against a wall, She was still trapped in three layers of restraint like a worm with a pacifier jammed into her mouth, the bulky diaper hugged her uncomfortably. She was inside a pink padded cell it was thirty feet long. There was a red like at one and a green light at the other. Chavez’s voice came on over a speaker. “Hello agent Denise I have a little game for you to play you see the two lights either side of the padded room your going to crawl across the floor between them like a worm, head for the green one there will be an audio indication of time. every time you don’t make it in time the machine will give you a quart of soapy encouragement to help you move faster enjoy”. 

Denise noticed her tail plugged firmly in place. There was a beeping sound, Denise rolled onto her stomach and began to crawl along the floor . Pushing with her knees then leaning forwards and drawing her legs up. The sound of the beeping got closer and closer. Finally an exhausted Denise reached the green light. Immediately the light changed and the beeping slowed. Denise found the struggle to get to the second light so much more difficult her muscles ached and she was so hot inside her tight little prison. Her pace was slow but she didn’t want to suffer the penalty so she squirmed harder finally just as the beeps were almost ready to become a continuous noise she reached the light. The light shifted again, Denise realised there were no brakes Chavez had set her up to fail he was going to keep doing this to her until she failed.

Tears rolled down Denise’s face as she was three quarters of the way across the room the beeping became a continuous sound a pump activated and suddenly Denise was far less comfortable. Denise saw the lights change and headed with the extra encouragement to the next light. She managed to stay in time twice more then fell behind again. The pump activated again a sobbing Denise managed to keep in time the next trip but failed after that. Denise felt it was so hard to move after the third time the pump switched on. She missed the next time and the time after that. With her bloated belly it became too painful to move she lost track of time and punishments as her belly continued to fill. Finally the machine stopped and the lights went off leaving her alone with her bloated belly.

Dana awoke with a start to Chavez’s voice “Baby girl Time to get up,, your pretty little lips will soon be wrapped tightly round a dislocating monster of a ring gag. You wont be able to say a thing, not that I was actually recording anything you said before This.” Dana started to swear getting a stream of insults out while she still could.

As Dana’s expected the machine dropped down from the ceiling.  Dana tried to dodge the machine that didn’t work. She tried to fight the machine. One of the arms held her head tightly locked in place . The a second arm forced the device between her lips. Millimetre by milometer Dana’s jaw was forced open until she was certain some permanent damage would be caused. Her screams and sobs soon turned into intelligible wails of distress. The ring gag was pushed between her pretty lips. The ring was huge she had to stretch her jaw along way even with the machine using some sort of jaw spreader for it to fit. at least it was coated in pink rubber so it didn’t cut into her gums. A wide rubber strap cut into her cheeks it was fastened with rivets behind her head though it probably wouldn’t have been necessary. Dana suspected even with her hands free she wouldn’t be able to get the ring gag out. Another strap went under her chin and a y shaped  strap went over her nose to meet the other strap behind her head. Her jaw was now stuck in a position where she was drooling uncontrollably, her unintelligible whimpering spilling from the gag.

Feeding time came quickly, The familiar bottle on a tray passed through the opening. Dana waited only ten minutes this time. Dana scooted over to the bottle there were still two open cuffs on either side of the bowl about where she would have to put her ankles to kneel down to feed from the bowl. But they had been moved at an angle so Dana would have to spread her knees quite wide to fit in them. She had no way to get to the milk except to put her ankles into the two cuffs and be locked in the humiliating position. 

The moment her Ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect round her ankles. The large plug shaped like a teat seemed even larger this time, she cursed Chavez. Humiliated Dana had to work hard to force the massive ring gag down over the plug. As soon as it was all the way in her mouth it expanded like a balloon. She was trapped it was almost familiar to her now her naked ass sticking up in the air knees spread wide. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. she was forced to remain there for an extended period of time. Dana went to sleep nursing a saw jaw and exhausted limbs .

Denise woke up she was on a padded bench her ankles trapped in some sort of cuff a thick strap around her waist her bottom was presented upwards. There was a penis gag in her mouth. There was a mechanical whirring noise . A paddle landed on Denise’s ass it had sufficient force to penetrate three layers of restraint and a diaper. Denise cried. She heard a beeping sound slowly the beeps cot closer and closer together. Denise knew what was going to happen as soon as the beeps became continus the paddle fell again. The beeps started again. In desperation she started to suck on the gag, the beeps stoped. As soon as she stoped sucking the spanking machine started again.

Dana awoke with a start to Chavez’s voice “Baby girl time to get up sleepy Your finally going to get a bottom to your outfit wont that be nice. Your going to get a three for one deal, a nice big fat hollow butt plug that will effectively leave you incontinent, an extra thick adult diaper then a rubber diaper over the top of that. I hope it makes it interesting for you.” Dana couldn’t believe her ears she had never had anything in her behind before let along what Chavez was planning to do to her.

To Dana’s utter terror and dismay the robot fell on her again. Dana tried to vocalise a coherent protest,  she dodged right left but she was running out of space and trying to move about in the jacket was difficult. The machine came closer she tried to kick the closest one. Her foot was easily caught she was flipped over on her front hitting the canvas with a thud. She tried to wriggle like an eel but in a second or two her ankles were in a spreader bar cuffs and she wasn’t going any where. A stream of hot salty tears rolled down her cheeks as the machine greased her rose bud then forced the tip of the blunt plug between her ass cheeks. 

The plug was far two large and didn’t fit, one of the machine used a spreader to force Dana’s buttocks apart. Nothing it used more greased the machine hammered the tip of the blunt plug home between her ass cheeks. Still it would not fit the machine recalibrated a larger spreader to force Dana’s buttocks further apart, she was turning red from the humiliation the pain was agony tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Finally the plug started to work its way home into her back door, disappearing up to the hilt. The Machine was not finished, one of the arms had a can of something like expanding foam, the nozzle of the can met a section of the plug. To Dana’s dismay she felt the plug grow inside of her ballooning, the plug expanded getting more solid the ridges digging into her abused flesh. How was she going to get it out of her what the fuck was Chavez planning to do to her. 

Then came the thick pink diapers firmly taped in place then the machine released her ankles then came the thick pink rubber diaper over the top of everything else. Then the robot finally retreated into the ceiling. The toilet retreated into the wall a panel of padding replacing it. Dana was left a weeping heap on the floor futilely tugging at her straight jacket, trying to relieve the pain from the plug, her legs felt like dead weight.

Feeding time came around, The bottle on a tray passed through the opening. She gave it only five minutes of hesitation then Dana scooted over to the bottle. she found that the bottle was still unsurprisingly connected to the tray and the tray was still connected to the floor the tray had a cover over it. there was an oval in it not large enough to reach the food but still quite large. There were the two open cuffs  on either side of the bowl angled so she would have to spread her knees even wider to fit in them. The moment her ankles were in place she felt cuffs connect round her ankles she wasn’t going to be getting up ,the cover opened. Dana saw that the milk was inside the strange babies bottle. Humiliated Dana had to work to force the ring gag down over the plug. As soon as it was all the way in her mouth it expanded.

Then the two halves of the cover closed back down over her head She was trapped and panicked but she was held firmly in place and could struggle little. Her diapered ass sticking up in the air knees spread wide head held inside the cover. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. After a few seconds her stomach began to knot she had been force fed a powerful laxative she was humiliated. Dana was forced to stay there about an hour and a half. Dana felt a strange sensation over her face. Then she was released. A full length mirror descended. Dana saw herself in the mirror her lips had been painted red there were large circles of pink blush on her cheeks her eyes were framed with blue and her hair was in pigtails she was not pleased. She shock her head she rubbed her face against the floor whatever she did, did nothing to the make up. she was glad to be released, but with her stomach spasming and the pain in her bottom she dropped to the floor fast asleep.

Denise was dimly aware of the machine around her. Her jaw was freed then her body was unwrapped from one layer of the suit then a second layer finally she was naked and the plug was removed. Then the machine began to repackage her in a much tighter and more humiliating restraint exactly the same as Dana.

Dana awoke with a start to Chavez’s voice “Morning baby’s up you get you are getting a custom made thick rubber full face hood. You wont be able to see you wont be able to hear and all you will be able to smell is the sent of rubber aren’t you lucky. Dana noticed that Denise was in the same padded room in the same restraints. of coarse we will leave your mouths open framing those fine ring gags, I hope your grateful.” Dana didn’t want to lose three of her senses to a hood but it looked like she was about to. Denise seemed to be heavily drugged.

The machine was on her quick as a blink. One of the arms put her in a tight head lock . First thing the ring gag was tightened a notch, Then the machine pushed ear plugs in Dana’s ears taking away her hearing. Then came the hood it was thick maybe half an inch and tight and took four arms working together to stretch it over Dana’s head. It had an open section that framed her pretty stretched lips. Rubber tubes were worked deep into her nostrils. the sent of rubber was over powering and all she could smell. The blind fold section was padded internally and brutally tight. her ears were covered it was like her whole head was in a vulcanised vice. Dana was thankful when the machine changed her. The Machine was not finished yet, it tightened the strap holding her arms in place two inches making her arms even more tightly secure behind her back.

feeding time came around, Dana couldn’t hear it or see it but she felt the vibration as the hatch opened. Dana had a lot of difficulty scooted over to the bowel. she found the bottle, There were the two open cuffs  on either side of the bowl Dana had great difficulty guiding her ankles in place. angled so she would have to spread her knees even wide to fit in them. The moment her ankles were in place she felt the cuffs connect tight round her ankles she wasn’t going to be getting up. Dana had to work very hard to force the ring gag down over the feeding teat.

 As soon as it was all the way in Dana expected to be fed nothing happened, she started sucking on it more and more finally it activated in her mouth it expanded like a balloon. She was trapped held firmly in place. her diapered ass sticking up in the air knees spread wide head held. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. Dana was forced to stay there. Then it was Denise’s turn, the machine helped her. Dana and Denise curled up next to each other in a corner, Dana conflicted she slept thinking about it.

The FBI women slept Chavez’s voice started speaking “Morning Dana, Denise  you have speakers in the hoods, you are getting a custom made pair of ballet heel ankle boots and a pair of ankle to thigh lace up leg sheaths all in tasteful pink. You wont be able to even get up you will be for all intense and purposes as helpless as a baby. aren’t you girls lucky.” 

A moment later the robot was on her. The robot simply pushed Dana on her back and grabbed each ankle. Dana could barely fight. Each foot was easily captured and forced into a painful arch. Then the boot was laced shut then a zip over the laces and a strap over the zip. Then the machine somehow tightened the hood, the vulcanised vice grew even more extreme. Dana was thankful that the robot changed her. The robot tightened the strap holding her arms in place another inch she felt as if her shoulders would dislocate behind her back. The machine let her go Chavez enjoying watching her try to stand then the machine got the leg sheathes. The robot forced Dana onto her back and grabbed her boots then forced them to her ass. The sheaths went over the ankle boots then they were stitched tightly shut encircling her doubled up limbs, Dana was thoroughly sealed in, the robot followed with Denise.

feeding time came around, Dana couldn’t hear it or see it but she felt the vibration as the hatch opened. Dana found it impossible to scooted over to the bowel. Then she felt a mans hands guiding her helping Chavez how dare he put his hands on her, Dana tried to resist but was so thoroughly bound. Dana had to work very hard to force the ring gag down over the feeding plug. As soon as it was all the way in , she started sucking on it more and more, finally it activated in her mouth it expanded like a balloon. She was trapped held firmly in place. her diapered ass sticking up in the air , Denise soon found she was receiving the same unwanted assistance, soon her lips were being forced around a feeding plug. She was force fed this way then the device stopped. Dana was forced to stay there she felt Chavez hand on her ass, she tried to struggle.