“Baby’s owner returning. Making Baby pretty.” The robotic voice whirred as the pink bow was affixed to the boy’s short hair, plus a dress that failed to obscure the large bulge of his triple-layered diaper, which was a dark yellow from the disgusting things Wendel was forced to do in it.
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Wendel now deeply regretted not concocting a better escape plan during the first two days of Jenna’s vacation, back when this mechanical dictator only kept him in a pull-up.
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After the photo scanner accidentally mixed them up, assuming that Wendel was the baby and Jenna was the mommy dom, he had tried to leave through the front door as normal.
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“Baby cannot leave home on his own. Initiating punishment.” Was the last thing Wendel heard before the robotic arm snatched him by the back of his shirt, bent him over the couch, and repeatedly slapped his butt. The pounding hurt so badly that he lost control over his bladder, each spank causing a few more drops to leak into his pull-up, creating a small puddle at the bottom. The way it splashed back and forth in his pants was even more embarrassing than the slams themselves.
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That unexpected wetting, which only disgusted Wendel, was all that the machine needed to decide that the dom’s week would become absolute hell.
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He watched the screen, where the “Baby Classification” shifted from -May qualify for training underpants- to -Requires plastic pull-ups full time-. Wendel didn’t want to believe that such words would ever apply to him, instead of Jenna, but when he now sat with a sore bum and a wet diaper there was little else to do.
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That was his only good chance to escape all week. Over the following 7 days, the entirety of Wendel’s adult ability was robbed from him, reducing him to the pathetic state that Jenna was soon to discover him in…
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With his ass too red to stand up again, he tried reaching for his phone, only to realize that the robotic software now had manifested everywhere. When he logged in, the ability to call, text, or access the internet was gone, replaced with a home screen complete with games designed for toddlers. Navigating to the settings menu, seeking to turn off the parental controls, was his second mistake, as he had done it right in front of the robot.
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“Baby is not to touch those buttons.” And the phone was yanked out of his hands by a sudden metal arm, to be placed upon a shelf high up.
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His next move was for the television remote, which was also quickly taken from his grasp, before the TV was swapped to play the alphabet song on loop.
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This was going to be a painful week for Wendel…
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And the complete opposite of what the boy had prepared.
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The last text he had sent Jenna, before his phone and entire house was compromised, said “I have a surprise for you when you get back, little girl. :)”
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A few months ago, she told him she was interested in ABDL, and though inexperienced, Wendel had been happy to help her out by putting her in adult diapers and pushing her around. Wendel’s partner was a complete sub, and knowing that her week-long trip would be mentally taxing, he wanted something to welcome her home…
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When he saw the Robotic Caretaker at the adult shop, it was a perfect fit! Jenna would love the machine automatically humiliating her for being the big messy baby she was, and it would help a ton with Wendel’s domination.
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...He had not anticipated, however, that the robot would mistake him for the diaper user…
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After being forced to sit in his pee-soaked pull-up for half an hour, the robot grabbed at his crotch, laid him down, and decided to change him. When the wet pull-up was removed, he screamed that he could handle himself, and got even angrier when the RCT proceeded to strap a second, fresh diaper around his waist.
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That first evening, he tried to remove the garment from his own body, in order to replace it with his actual underwear, but after being given a second sore bum from the machine, the only thing he learned was that the robot’s spankings were always strong enough to make him pee his pants… He winced every time that yellow puddle sloshed in his pamper.
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For the first two days of Jenna’s departure, that was Wendel’s life. His entertainment was limited to the few TV channels he was allowed to watch, plus colouring books and rattles that the robot had acquired for him. The robot did allow him to use the bathroom after every meal, but every time he tried to do something that the software deemed “too adult” for him, his ass would be pounded until the complete contents of his bladder had trickled out into the plastic diaper. On a few occasions, he even let out a small fart in response to the spanking, just barely holding onto something much more revolting…
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At lunchtime of the third day, however, he went to the fridge only to get yanked back to the couch by his mechanical oppressor. He was both confused and annoyed until the robot’s chest opened up, revealing a baby bottle full of white liquid…
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“No, no no no! Absolutely not! I am lactose intolerant!” Wendel swung his arms, trying to free himself from the hydraulic claw.
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“Command not processed.” The speech said, holding on to him tight. “Babies need milk to grow up strong.”
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And the nipple was shoved into his mouth, with the robot preventing him from moving. He glared at it with a grossed out, insulted face, but the machine would not move an inch. An actual human caretaker would give up after a while, but it seemed this robot was willing to wait days for its baby to drink up…
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It took him about an hour of suspension, staring up at its robotic, smiling face, before he finally gave in so that he could be freed. It would only mean an hour or so of nausea, Wendel was sure…
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“Good, Baby.” It said as he sucked down more and more milk, patting down his back to force a burp out of him. After Jenna expressed her interest in this stuff, Wendel was still having trouble imagining an adult in this situation, let alone him…
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Even though the taste was sickening, Wendel downed the milk in about ten minutes, yielding an almost immediate gurgle from his lower belly. This robot was going in the trash the first chance he got…
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He held his stomach and winced. The milk was running right through his lactose-despising body, more than regular dairy would. His legs crossed and for the first time, Wendel actually thought he might wet his pants without being spanked.
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When the boy stood up in his hurry, the arm held him back again.
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“Where is Baby going?”
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“Let me go! I need to use the bathroom!”
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“Baby needs to give owner a Please before using the potty.”
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Flrrrrt… Wendel let out a fart, making him wince as the air was soiled with a nasty smell. Not now! He was usually good at holding it!
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“Just let me free, you infernal, broken machine!” Wendel pried at the arm holding him back, kicking his legs and holding in the rumbles from his tummy. As he kicked, his pull-up, the thing that babies wear to pee themselves because they can’t make it to the toilet, made a series of crinkly noises.
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“Sounds like this Baby is in need of a spanking.” The robotic, monotone voice continued, as always refusing to treat him as more than a toddler. “Is Baby cranky because of a wet diaper?”
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“I DO NOT PEE IN DIAPERS! Leave me alone you stupid toaster!” Brrraap![/b] Another fart. Wendel clenched his ass and continued to struggle.
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“According to local records, this Baby has already peed his pampers on five occasions, and is classified as Bladder Dependent in my software.”
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“STOP CALLING ME A BABY! I DO NOT-”
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Splrrrrrrt![/b][/color]
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Wendel pooped his pull-up, dropping a sloppy load of mush into the back of it.
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“I-” The former dom’s face shifted completely red as the small lump formed in his pamper, a noxious smell overwhelming the room. No, there was no way that he, Jenna’s owner, just went poop in a diaper himself…
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Not even a diaper… a pull-up designed for children that can go poop but not pee… He just did something even more pathetic than what a usual wearer of this garment would do…
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The slimy, brown bump spread across his ass as the robotic arm lifted him up. His poop-covered butt was raised up to the robot’s face, and he watched the text on the screen transform again…
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“No, no, no! I didn’t mean to do that! I do not enjoy diaper stuff! I’m supposed to be the dom!”
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“Reclassifying baby.” The robot said, apathetic to what the baby sitting in a poopy diaper had to say about it.
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From -Requires plastic pull-ups full time- to -Diaper dependent toddler-
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“That’s not fair! You made me do that! I told you that I don’t like milk! I know how to use the toilet!” Wendel’s struggles only spread the disgusting load even further across his ass.
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When he was laid down across the table, in his usual changing area, he once again tried to reach downward and undo the pull-up on his own. This caused two more robotic arms to burst from the wall, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head. He recalled doing the exact same thing to Jenna, when she was the one in a poopy diaper…
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The metal hand rubbed his slop-covered bum, and then his crotch, making him shuffle back and forth. At this point, he was so annoyed that he simply wished for this disgusting diaper to be removed from him quickly. Every moment that his own excrement slimes up against him made him wretch.
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“RCT determines that Baby still has messes to make before a change.”
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“Are you kidding me!? I can finish doing my business in the toilet!” Wendel wiggled back and forth on the table, smearing the contents of his pamper against his butt.
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“Initiating bowel emptying procedure.”
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Another pair of hands came from the robot’s chest and snaked down to Wendel’s exposed armpits, and his eyes went wide. Just as he realized what was about to happen, each of the five fingers started to gently tap up and down.
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“Don’t you hehe~ tickle me! Hehehe~” Wendel tried to free his arms, but the hands attacking under them only grew faster.
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He clenched his body and shook his head, but between the poop remaining in his bowels and the urge to laugh his head off…
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Fllrrrt, splrrrt![/b] Over and over he farted, and after a minute his bladder burst, letting out a stream of pee that made the warm mush in his diaper even more disgusting as it splattered all over his butt. Wendel continued to puff out his cheeks and wince, but very quickly started to poop himself even more.
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Braaaaap![/b][/color] An even larger pile of slop pushed through his rectum, making the lump in his pull-up even larger.
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“I’m hehehehehe~ done! T-There’s no more-” Flrrrrrp![/b][/color] The boy was proven wrong as yet another log of poop pushed its way through his body, resulting in a particularly nasty pile of sludge in his pants.
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Even after his bowels and bladder had entirely been emptied thanks to the tickling, Wendel was forced to giggle and kick his legs for a couple of minutes. He was not happy about the situation in the slightest, but he was forced to smile, and his squirming made the wet, slimy poop smear even more, each movement producing a loud squelch.
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“Hehehhe~ stop! Stop it!”
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“Coochie coochie coo.” The robotic voice chimed, teasing the former dom who’d now sat in a poopy diaper for over ten minutes.
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Once the harassment under his arms finally ceased, and Wendel was residually laughing, the robot finally started to undo the buttons on his plastic diaper…
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A sigh of relief washed over him as it slid out beneath him with one final squishy noise. The diaper was dumped into a pail and he didn’t even mind the caretaker electing to wipe his messy ass down on its own…
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Finally he was out of that disgusting thing… never again would he let that robot feed him milk.
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And then the moment was ruined when the robot didn’t bring out another pull-up pamper… but a disposable baby diaper.
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From then on, Wendel would be forced to grow accustomed to the disgusting stench of fresh excrement, combined with the shame of knowing that he created it whenever the loads of stinky mush smeared down his ass.
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Whenever he walked around, now, his paper diaper would crinkle. After staring at the embarrassing thing for a few minutes, his first thought was to at least cover it up with his pants, but the robot wouldn’t allow him to enter his room anymore.
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“Baby needs to show off his diaper-dependence for all to see.” The punchable, monotone voice chimed.
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He was still allowed access to the restroom, leaving the boy to assume that his new situation could not be much worse. The majority of his messes would still make it to the toilet if he had anything to do about it…
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Unfortunately, that very evening, when Wendel visited the fridge for dinner, he was once again pulled away by the robot, milk-loaded bottle in hand.
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“It is time for this infant to drink bah-bah.” And the nipple was involuntarily forced into his mouth, sentencing him to drinking down its contents instead of eating a proper dinner.
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This time, after the former dom had swallowed about a quarter of the fluid, his bowels would throw a fit.
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Gurgle gurgle…
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His eyes went wide. He was already forced to use a baby diaper once, there was no way that a tough, powerful man like him could be subdued twice in one day! Jenna’s job was to load diapers, not him!
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“Let me go! Let me-” Frrrrart![/b] “Go!”
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“Baby may not leave Caretaker’s arms until he has finished his formula.”
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Baby formula!? He wasn’t even being fed milk!? Wendel always fed Jenna normal milk, and she was lactose tolerant.
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Desperate, he sucked as much fluid as he could through the squishy nipple, but it only allowed a few drops into his mouth at a time. He sipped and sipped as fast as he could, trying to quickly swallow without enduring the dairy taste.
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Blrrrt! Frrrrt! Splrrrrt! [/b]
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His stomach repeatedly bubbled up, and he winced, before all of the pressure uncontrollably released itself in the form of a heavy, wet fart seeping through his rectum. Luckily, the boy’s nappy was still clean…
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By the time he finished, his legs were crossed and he constantly fumbled in the robot’s lap, bowels absolutely begging to be released. The boy needed to go so badly that he was afraid of clogging the toilet. Whatever the robot had put in this formula, it loaded Wendel’s body with enough fiber for an entire day. His body was stuffed… and it all went to his bladder, gut, and bowels.
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“Now let me burp free!” Wendel growled at the robot.
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“Baby needs to say please before returning to play time.”
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His legs intertwined and resembled a dolphin’s tail. His asshole clenched. His arms went across his chest to hold the load inside.
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“Yes, please! Please please let me-” Blrrrt![/b]
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“That is a good baby.” The metal fingers tapped his belly, before releasing him. Even the very brief tap caused the boy to snicker, and his bladder stung as if the pee inside bubbled whenever he giggled.
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When he got up, his bowels were nearly set loose. For a second, he thought something solid dropped into his pampers, but he remained clean. He was still a real adult that could control his bodily functions.
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One step forward, and he farted. And then another. And another. Every time he moved his legs, a load of gas would seep from his asshole, creating a smelly aura around the formerly-clean dom. He typically associated that stench with Jenna, but now…
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With the bathroom in sight, he picked up the pace, which quickly proved to be a mistake.
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He glared at the toilet, before keeling over, putting his ass in the air. It was as if every slight movement of his body caused the poop to shift slightly forward, and he could feel the warm load inside of his rectum, aching to be dumped out of him. Wendel never had any trouble holding in his shit before this!
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Eventually he stepped into the bathroom, and slowly turned so that his padded bum was above the toilet.
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“Finall-” BLORRRRT![/b][/color]
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The boy tried to sit down, and a meteor dropped into his pants. Once his thighs spread, a large dump of slimy mush exploded out of him, slamming into the back of his diaper, causing its paper surface to bulge out and stretch so much that its brown contents were visible through the white. After it came out, the boy shook his head and tried to clench again, but buckets of slop came out of him at alarming rates, and his stinky diaper expanded so much that it touched the seat of the toilet.
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“N-No… no, no no…” His legs wobbled in response to the sudden weight, and as Wendel continued to process that he made it to the toilet but still failed to go poop in anything but a diaper, he fell backwards onto the seat.
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Squelcchchhhhhhh![/b] His mud-loaded nappy’s contents were smeared all over his bum by the toilet seat, some of the sludge seeping around his legs to stain the front of his pamper brown as well. It was so large that it couldn’t even fit inside of the toilet bowl.
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“Uh oh! Looks like this smelly baby needs a change! Pew!” The robotic speaker churned in his ear. Before Wendel could remove his own diaper, he was grappled and pulled out of the bathroom, poop smearing with every step.
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“I-I’m… I’m a smelly baby that makes messes in her diapers…” Wendel repeated what the robot said, word for word.
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“Good girl.” And finally, the arms removed his diaper. The boy could not believe the things he needed to do in order to earn a diaper change now that this robot had rendered him dependent on them. The RCT very clearly knew how much he despised sitting in his own shit and took advantage to embarrass him. Not only was he required to talk like a baby in order to be freed from the poopy mess he loaded his pants with, but the next day the robot began to treat him like a girl.
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His new pampers bore pink designs on them, and on day five he woke up with his shirt snatched, replaced with a babyish dress.
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He was still given bathroom access, but two days after his first accident, the toilet only served as a reminder of the independent adult he was before purchasing this infernal machine.
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The baby formula was perfectly designed to guarantee that Wendel would be sitting in a pooped diaper in less than five minutes, and at this point he only prayed for it to be a small lump rather than a loud, smelly meteor shower that could go on for minutes on end.
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Even when the boy was allowed to consume proper food, he would be pulled aside by the robot on his way to the restroom, and not allowed to go free until after his daily “tickle fight” which was less of a fight and more of a chance for the caretaker to force Wendel to laugh so much that there’d be a smelly mudslime coming out of his rectum and a yellow river trickling from his crotch. Oftentimes the robot would continue tickling him even after his body had completely emptied his lunch into the pampers, so that in his squirming the mess would spread.
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Wendel could only recall Jenna using 5, maybe 6 diapers during their BDSM sessions, while as he woke up for day six of the robot’s torment, sitting in yet another, he had pooped over a dozen diapers. He had no idea how he would explain this to Jenna after she came home from her business trip. Instead of finding the machine secured, ready to treat her as a baby as much as she’d like, her dom would instead be the one in nappies…
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The thing that truly broke Wendel took place after breakfast on that day. As always, he was looking at the toilet, desperately trying to trudge his way towards it, only for his bowels to release before he ever had a chance. He had barely been up for two hours and already wet and messed thrice.
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The robot arm pulled him aside, pinned him down with his hands above his head… but then inside of revealing a clean diaper for him to wear, he was shown a bright pink pacifier.
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“Baby needs to teeth. She will now suck on a binky at all times.”
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“WHAT!? Listen to me you piece of fucking trash, I am not an infant! Your programming is broken! Bring that thing one inch closer and I will toss your core into the oven!”
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“Baby needs to apologize for saying bad words or else she will be punished.”
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At this point, his ass was already red from spanking, so he assumed that nothing else could be done to him.
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“No, fuck you! I am your Master! You are supposed to dominate my girlfriend, not me!”
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“Initiating punishment.”
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The pacifier was forced into his mouth, and as he choked on the squishy bit, five more robotic tentacles extended from the android.
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None holding a clean diaper… but a bonnet, two pink mittens, and little pink boots.
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As Wendel toddled around the house, his cheeks soaked red with fury. Instead of a crinkle sound, each step produced a disgusting squish as his poop, which was now less warm and more hard and flakey as he had been sitting in it all day, sloshed around. He wasn’t allowed a change until the end of the day. Even longer if he was caught trying to remove his diaper, his new pacifier, bonnet, or any of the other pink, babyish items placed upon his body.
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The screen now read -Messy baby girl- as his title, and the current state of his diaper reflected it…
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The boy’s week was meant to be relaxing, some time alone to fantasize about humiliating Jenna. He stockpiled a week’s worth of food, and when he visited the store to pick up the special edition Robotic Caretaker, he expected to come home, watch TV and play videogames for the full seven days…
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Instead, he was now on day six, and he was dressed even more babyish than Jenna could ever be, waiting on a hunk of metal to decide he was worthy of a diaper change. And he could feel a second load of poop ready to dump itself into his pants on top of the first one…
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He had to do something about this. Jenna could not come home and find him in such a sorry state! Wendel, or Wendy as the machine had began to call him, was supposed to surprise her with the machine, but not in this way!
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Up to this point, Wendel had been afraid to destroy the RCT’s core, as the explosion would destroy their living room, but now that he had spent six days hostage, his patience was running thin. Very sneakily, he took one of the plastic pails that he was given to play with, and filled it up with water from the kitchen sink.
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“Useless hunk of junk…” She- no, he- grumbled through the binky, before walking over to the robot.
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The cameras wouldn’t spot him, and he began to tip the bucket.
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“This is how a REAL dom acts!” He spit out the pacifier to say, before turning the bucket over and spilling it across the mechanical core.
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And with that, Wendel made the last mistake he’d even have the choice to make for a long time…
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“Initiating punishment…”
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So there Jenna was, stepping off the shuttle and dragging her suitcase down the sidewalk towards the house. Wendel had not texted her since his message about a surprise for her, which was peculiar because the boy loved to randomly poke her with something along the lines of -hope my stinky lil diaperfiller is doing well!- or -i’d tell you to remember double-diapering, but babies like you cant even read yet!-
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The funny thing was, there was a heavy bulge from Jenna’s dress. Instead of bringing underwear in the suitcase, the woman had prompted to bring a fresh pack of heavy duty adult diapers, the type with padding so thick that she’s forced to walk in a waddle. She had hoped to have fun using them every night, but every morning she woke up to find them clean. Despite her fetish, Jenna had not accidentally peed or pooped the bed her entire life…
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She even decided to wear them to her business meetings, where a large crowd of people would all be around to hear the hissing from her bladder or the heavy farts as she poops herself, but… that wouldn’t work either. Jenna drank three bottles of water before the meeting, and ate Mexican food the evening before, but during the meeting her padding would remain clean. Even when she tried to force a mess, pretending that it was an accident, her body was too continent for her own good.
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When she did mess, the slop in her pants didn’t even form a lump. Peeing herself after holding it in all day only yielded a couple of yellow drops. Her choices were either to avoid diaper rash, or to sit in the same diaper for multiple days to actually appear dependent.
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With Wendel, she needed to swallow industrial-strength laxatives in order to humiliate herself.
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Perhaps she would have more fun on the other side…
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Jenna walked up to the house, and it was quiet. The windows were closed. Most peculiarly, the garbage can contained a stench several times nastier than usual.
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And when she opened the door, there he was.
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Wendel was wearing a bright pink dress, baby bonnet, and a girly bow in his hair. His neck was adorned with a bib displaying the words “Baby girl,” as well as a big, pink plastic collar clipped with a leash that dangled down to his legs. There was a big pacifier in his mouth, with a strap that hugged his head and featured a lock in the back, keeping him gagged with no ability to spit it out. His big, useless mittens had the image of animal paws on their palms, padlocks also keeping them affixed to his body.
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Above the pink thigh-highs covering his legs, three layers of incredibly thick diapers hugged his waist, the outer one displaying a pink colour that faded to yellow in the front where he clearly used them. Above them, there was a pink belt around his thighs, feeding into the diapers and fastening them to his body with yet another lock, as if he would be able to remove them on his own anyway.
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Instead of sitting on the couch, like her boyfriend always was, he was stuck inside of an adult sized crib. The boy’s thigh-highs came with bindings that kept his knees bent at all times, so that he would never be able to walk on two legs… only crawl, so his hands, or rather paws, were propped up on the top bar of the crib.
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“Mmmmmph!” He glared at his girlfriend with big eyes better befitting a puppy dog than her dom. Jenna could barely believe that sissied up toy was the same person who always teased her for pretending to need diapers!
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“So this is the surprise?” Jenna could not help but laugh at him, and his cheeks grew even more red. “You dressed yourself up like a diaper-dependent infant for me? When I told you I enjoyed this stuff, you seemed so grossed out by it!”
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“Mmmmmmmmmmph!” Wendel sucked on his binky with even more anger, and as Jenna looked around to spot the robotic caretaker, warming up a bottle of milk, she began to process what had happened.
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On the machine’s core, which was a tad wet but otherwise intact, Wendel’s status was listed as -hypermessy newborn girl-. A picture of each of them was labeled on the screen, and Jenna’s status simply said -mommy dom-.
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Status detection was set to automatic mode…
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“So that’s what happened…” She looked back to Wendel, smiling down into his crib littered with rattles and other baby toys. “The robot looked at our pictures and it’s algorithm decided that you’re the sub and I’m the dom.”
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“Mmmmph!” Wendel grabbed the bars of his crib and shook them in anger. Jenna’s heart was singing from how adorable the sight was.
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“Well, if you’re classified as mine…” Jenna reached into the crib and pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. “Much better.”
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Wendel took a deep breath, indicating that he had been forced to suck on that thing for a very long time, before continuing.
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“Turn that thing off, Jenna! This robot has been harassing me for the entire week! You have permission to command it to stop! Please do it before…” Frrrrt…[/b] He winced. “...I soil another…” He hung his head in shame. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life by a long shot, and all in front of his girlfriend. Wendel had involuntarily peed and pooped over 50 diapers this week, and now that he wasn’t allowed to leave this crib, the robot had taken a liking to making him sit in his smelly mess for hours before getting changed.
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Now that all of his dignity had been wasted, his only blessing was that Jenna was finally home to free him from this hellish life as the world’s stinkiest diaper filler…
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“Hmm…” Jenna looked at the machine… but then looked back to Wendel. “You know, dear, I have been thinking about switching roles for quite some time now… and perhaps this will be the perfect opportunity to make you live as the helpless, incontinent baby for a couple of months… or years…”
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“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!? JENNA, I AM YOUR DOM, YOU CAN’T KEEP ME LIKE THIS! TURN THAT ROBOT OFF OR- Mmmmmmmmph!”
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Jenna placed the pacifier back in his mouth.
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“You’re just so cute like this, and if I have a robot that’ll dress you like this every day, I could never pass it up!” She giggled, pointing to the robot. “In fact, just to get your new life started… Robotic Caretaker, do not change the baby for an entire week!”
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“Mmmph!?” Wendel uselessly kicked his new fuzzy paws at the crib bars.
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“Command accepted. Baby will not receive any changes for seven days. You may change this duration at any time.”
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“Excellent!” Jenna giggled, reaching into the crib to pet Wendel’s head as if he was a dog. “So adorable… nobody will believe you were ever a dom when I walk you around town in your big brown pampers!”
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“Mmmmmm- ehhehehe~”
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The baby began to giggle as Jenna’s hand reached down to his belly and tickled. Wendel shook his head and tried to kick at her, but he was very quickly reduced to a laughing fit.
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“Hehehehehhehe~”
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“That’s a good baby girl…” Jenna tickled under his arms with both hands.
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Hold it, hold it… come on, not in front of her… you’re an adult, you don’t actually need-
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BLORT![/b][/color] Faster than ever, an avalanche of poop dropped into the seat of Wendel’s diaper. Even though the boy was triple-diapered, the mess’ brown stain seeped through, proving his new role to Jenna.
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“My goodness!” Jenna plugged her nose. “You’re a smelly baby! Looks like you’re never going to be potty trained!” She teased him as if he wasn’t the one who forced her to poop her own diapers two weeks ago.
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“Mmmph…” He whimpered in his new poopy diaper, not excited to lug around that bowling ball of brown sludge with him for an entire week.
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“This entire time you had a mess button and never told me? What a silly baby…” Jenna reached down and tickled him again, faster this time.
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BRAAAAP![/b][/color] On command, Wendel pooped his pants again.
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“Dawwww… make another stinky if you’d like to show off your diaper in public later.”
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Tickle tickle~
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SPLORT![/b][/color] Yet another load of warm mush piled up in the seat of his diaper. Was it seriously that easy!? Control over his bowels could be seized by anyone who decided to tickle him!?
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“That’s a good girl.”
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FRRRRT! SPLRRRRTCH! BRRRRRRP![/b][/color] Jenna repeatedly tickled the former dom, reducing him to perpetually dumping his bowels into his pants. Load after load pushed into his diaper with each giggle, making his already-giant pamper even larger.
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She stopped for a second, and in an instant his bowels finally ceased. It was true. He could be made to poop on command, which was something he tried to do with Jenna for months…
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Wendel, who had no interest in being a sub whatsoever, made a better hypermesser than an actual diaper slut.
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“Now let’s get you bottle fed, and then you’re going for a walk. Let’s see if any neighbours want to see your new trick of pooping on command!”
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His former sub laughed at him as he squirmed around in his stinky diaper… and tears came to his eyes.
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“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Within moments, the dom was balling his head off, which according to the Robotic Caretaker, even further proved that Wendel was a baby.
