Struggling about, Sylk couldn’t help but let go of a few more spurts into her waiting diaper, starting to really feel the wetness as it lapped it up just beneath her kitten. The sudden appearance of hands swooping in and collecting the nineteen year old bundle of joy didn’t help either, and as it unfurled her from her blankets she couldn’t hold it anymore and began to really wet, her body betraying her as she soaked her diaper like the baby she was mistaken as.

Sylk was stunned, blubbering a bit as she was carried across the room, the warmth of her blankets making the fair temperatures room feel a tiny bit chilly. The padding around her crotch felt like it was melting away from a soft pillow like texture to a soppy, squishy one and the feeling made her blubbering a little louder as she squirmed, the sensation amplified by the hold of the onesie she was stuck in.

“Ah!” She cried out as she was set on the changing table from before, her wet diaper squishing a bit beneath her bottom as she was forced onto the cushiony surface. Laid back in a hurry, a hand rested itself over her lower abdomen and gave it a good press, quite a bit more solid than it needed to be. “Oof!” Sylk squeaked as she felt another spurt escape into her waiting diaper. She had no idea how much these things could take, and leaking would only drive the ‘baby’ angle further home for this crazy contraption of a room... “Hey! What’s your problem, don’t you know how to...” Was all she could get out before she was designated as ‘cranky’ and forcibly administered a pacifier, the sudden object in her mouth causing her to stop mid sentence with a ‘mph?” and give it a few idle suckles, her blush returning across her face alongside a pair of bewildered blinks.

Hands immediately beset down upon her, opening up the onesie and revealing the soaked diaper underneath. Sylk was having a hard time believing she’d done such a thing but the sight of it made her turn her head away in embarrassment, an undeniable fact if she looked between her legs. After the tapes came down, Sylk began to squirm again as it was opened up and she was wiped well once again with what almost felt like an excessive number of baby wipes, that familiar feeling creeping up on her again as it slipped over her and caressed her tender bits. Following that was more of the distinctly scented baby powder followed by a sort of muffled groan by Sylk as she realized she was suddenly atop another diaper, having it folded up between her legs and taped shut around her, hiding away her minutely fuzzy crotch again.“Hmmmm....” She whined and gave the pacifier another pair of sucks as she squeezed her legs together a bit, watching the padding mould with her movements and hearing the crinkle from the infantile garment.

“Mheep!” Went the small girl as she was suddenly sat up and had the onesie pulled from her, exposing her body to the cooler air as she was suddenly topless once again. This toplessness would last all of a few seconds as it was immediately replaced by something else. Sylk’s eyes drooped as she looked down upon her baby shirt softly, tugging at it a bit as if to show discomfort. It wasn’t that the shirt was anything less than comfortable, it’s that it’s cute babyish butterfly designs around the upper chest made her look even more infantile, and the shirt unfortunately seemed to fit her perfectly. Sylk rocked back and forth a bit with subtle crinkles until she spotted hands coming for her, realizing she wasn’t getting any pants to help hide her diaper...

“Mmph!?” She whimpered before spitting the pacifier out onto the table, finding the thick teat somewhat difficult to part with due to it’s size. “H-hey! Can’t I at least get some bottoms?” She whined and tugged the bottom of her shirt over her diaper a little bit, though it didn’t even cover it very well as she did that. Of course she was ignored and picked up from the changing table, watching her old diaper get thrown away in a sort of trash chute inside of a cubbie in the changing table, resting right next to some diaper supplies like more powder, baby oil and diaper rash cream... She hoped she wouldn’t be stuck here long enough to have to use all of that.

Popped down onto the exam table with a crinkle from her thickly diapered bottom, almost immediately was she stood up again, squirming and struggling a bit in confusion. She saw the measuring tape being pulled open beside her to match her length, a blushy look of worry on her face. “I’m not a baby~...” She whined again, repeating one of her favorite phrases since she arrived, matched only by telling the hands “no”.

“ large” the machine beeped “ increase food intake.” The machine set her down onto a scale and beeped displaying her weight.

“ temperature” the machine beeped as it layer the girl on her back. It removed her diaper and a thermometer was slowly inserted into her rectum. Taking her temperature. It slowly removed it and beeped. “ average, scanning excessive body hair found”

The machine brought her to a chair where she was completely strapped in. As a tiny set of arms with sticks descended. She was stripped and the machine blared “ begin full body hair removal”

The machine lasered every hair off her delicate areas arms legs and arm pits and even face.The machine left all but her head completely shaved.

“L-Large?” Sylk frowned a bit and picked up the bottom of her shirt with both hands, looking down at her flat tummy. This was perhaps the first time she’d ever been considered ‘large’ in her whole life, but she realized that it was actually calling her a large baby. “I don’t know if I need that...” She fussed when she heard of the food intake, and then squeaked as she was moved from her standing spot onto a sort of springy padded surface. Rested onto this scale, eventually it evened out and displayed her weight on the side where she couldn’t see it. Sylk blushed in embarrassment as she wiggled a little and crinkled, knowing that her featherweight frame was likely quite light just as she was quite small as read despite what the machines thought of her when they measured her height.

“You don’t really need to know a woman’s weight, right?” She asked as if it mattered, modesty or not she wasn’t even considered a ‘woman’ by these machines. When she heard it say ‘temperature she gulped and covered her mouth, leaning back flat onto the scale to avoid getting a check under her tongue... Lucky for her that’s not where it was planning to do so. Perhaps unlucky?

Suddenly she felt hands messing with her diaper and removing it as if she hadn’t just had it put on her a minute or two ago. Staring down at her gently powdered mons, Sylk let out a little shriek as she realized where the thermometer would go if it wasn’t being taken orally... Before she could struggle herself upright her feet were taken up and almost immediately did she feel a cold intruder being stuck into her bottom, making her yelp out. “Ahhhh! Cold!” Was all she was able to squeak before squirming again, having to wait and endure the thick-feeling thermometer before it was slowly tugged free from her rear. “Mmmmmmf...” She whimpered as it came out, glad at least that the machine declared her temperature normal.

There was another beep before a light grid was ran over her naked body atop the scale, making her yelp again and cross her hands over her exposed private’s just a bit too late as the beam passed over. It wouldn’t have mattered and a second scan would have happened anyways but Sylk had let this thing do... Whatever it was doing in one go... Then she heard it declare ‘excessive body hair.’

“Excessive?” She asked herself aloud, looking herself over. Sure her underarms were a little bristly but beyond that she... It dawned on her as she looked down what it most likely meant and screamed as she was suddenly pulled from the scale by a pair of hands from behind. “Noooo! Put me down, leave me alone!” She fussed with vigor, quickly carted down towards a nearby chair of sorts. Immediately as she was rested into the chair the thing seemed to wrap straps around her like it had back when she was washed on her way in, starting again with her middle as she was trying to escape out of it, her top being removed so that the belt could withhold bare skin against the back of the chair. Next hand’s helped her out by moving her hands out of the way and strapping her wrists, then moving her legs open and doing the same to her ankles. “Gah, hmmm... No!” Sylk cried out as she struggled against the strong bonds, holding her a little more tightly than she would have expected from some sort of nursery. She saw the tiny arms with some sort of sticks on the ends and gulped, her pupils shrinking into a worried expression.

“Stop!” She yelped, But the little stick hands didn’t listen. Nothing seemed to listen... Starting with her face, Sylk tried to turn her head but quickly found it being held in place by a hand as lights were drawn over her face with precision. She didn’t have any visible facial hairs save for her eyebrows but those were left alone, yet there were still tingly-prickly feelings following along most everywhere the laser pointer stick traveled. Next was her underarms, then it worked on the rest of her arms proper. She was able to watch since her head was let go of but couldn’t move her arms away at all due to the cuff like straps holding her down.

Next came her legs, Sylk squirming with dread as she continued to feel that funny feeling, before the chair reclined a bit and pushed out her crotch a little, making her feel helplessly exposed. With more fussy whimpers and a little hand that dusted powder from her privates with what looked like a small makeup brush, Sylk teared up again when the lights began to swivel their way over her privates, watching as her peachy fuzz began to fizzle away under the laser’s gaze. She couldn’t close her legs, she couldn’t get out of this chair... She could only watch as her most private areas were tended to by this overzealous robot. “No-ho... Mmmmmm!” She groaned with a sniffly pout as the little arms pulled away, staring down at her now bald crotch. She shook her head and tried to collect herself - It’d just grow back, right? She didn’t have very many badges of maturity and losing that well trimmed one was a rather big blow to her pride...

The hands lifted her up and did the same to the girl’s backside. Leaving it completely hairless.

“ Permanent hair removal complete. ” it beeped and the machine brought her diaper and shirt back over redressing the girl.

The arms scooped the girl up. It carried her towards a a high chair. It buckled the girl in and slotted the plastic tray into place. It finished by tying a bib around her neck. It was white with a little unicorn on it.

“Feeding time” it beeped and whines as arms descended with jars of baby food. One was prunes and another mashed bananas And the last one had oatmeal. The spoon was forced into the girl’s mouth. Then a second spoon did the same before the girl could react this went on till all three jars were scraped completely clean.

It followed up by holding a large bottle up to her face.

A pair of hands found themselves around Sylk’s hips before the straps came undone, thankfully not hurting her tender frame in the process. “Ahh!” She squeaked as she was lifted out and turned forward, hanging down with her bottom up. Nervously, Sylk looked over her shoulder as she felt that prickling feeling again, seeing the little laser things shining over her bottom as well before retracting. Physically she was completely fine after all of this - The only thing that was hurt was her pride.

The next words that rang out from the machine made the world stop for a moment, Sylk swearing she heard the sound of glass breaking in her subconscious as she tried to process what she’d heard. “P...P....Permanent? She sulked, her eyes quickly filling with tears at the loss of her lower hairs, a small symbol of her maturity permanently stripped away from her. With a shaking and wailing fit of sorts, Sylk began to flail and bawl like an infant, having to suck in air to get another yowling cry out of her mouth. “Waaaaaaahhh! I’m. Not. A. Baby-eh-eh-ehy!” She bellowed out, looking ridiculous as she hung there, only quieting down when her pacifier was returned to her, which even then only made her wailing becoming moaning as she suckled here and there in a bewildered stupor.

Looking up with her teary eyes, Sylk could see the diaper and shirt she was wearing being brought back to her, which just made her turn her head away and whimper some more. She couldn’t get the words ‘baby smooth’ out of her head since that’s what she felt defined her right now, lamenting the decision to come in here as she felt the diaper starting to close around her bald pussy and bottom once again. Not that she had hairs on her bottom or ever wanted them, but it was the principal entirely hairless forever that saddened the girl. After the diaper was taped back on perfectly, the shirt would follow as she was tussled about amongst the hands on her way to a high chair of some kind, a little work from her tantrum to fuss about it.

Being sat down in the seat of the chair, Sylk immediately felt the strap wrap around her tummy, once again securing her into a new device of sorts. Following that was the tray being brought up, the hands making sure that her arms were down before it clicked into place, effectively trapping them beneath it so she couldn’t use them to resist. At least that’s what was going through her head... Sylk spat the pacifier out and struggled, trying to get her arms free, but sank into the chair a bit when she realized she couldn’t. “Ugh... Please, I don’t belong here.” She whined, getting a bib tied around her neck in response, feeling deflated.

When it declared ‘Feeding Time’, Sylk already knew what was coming. She wasn’t expecting that quantity though as three jars on a platter came down before her, a spoon beside each one and a hand ready for each jar. She perked up again and began struggling to free herself, but all she managed to do was kick her legs like a fussy toddler. The diaper felt very different against her now with her pubic hairs gone - Like she was somehow wearing it for the first time again. The hairlessness of her kitten rubbed against the softness of the padding leaving a mixed sensation inside of Sylk, one that she attributed to her overall embarrassment.

“Please, I don’t Hmphgh!” She fussed as the baby food was shoved into her mouth, starting prunes first. Sticking out her tongue, the girl let out an ‘eeeeewwww!’ as she tasted the earthy sweet food, only to have another spoon follow it up and double down by shoveling oatmeal inside as well. “Whait-ghrm!!” She grumped as a third spoonful of bananas was stuck inside to join them, showing that the hands weren’t messing around with this feeding business. Deciding that swallowing the food was better than getting a word in, Sylk gulped down the mushy multi-textured mash with a shudder. “I’m not really hungry, let’s put this Ah-oomph...” She yelped as she was surprised by another quick spoonful, still trying to gurgle out some sort of diplomacy as the spoons kept scooping it in, which dribbled a multi-colored set of splotches onto the bib as it escaped her mouth and chin.

The aftermath was a dizzy nineteen year old toddler, her lower body still while her upper swayed back and forth a little bit. The bottle being presented to her didn’t excite her at all, and even though she still had room in the tummy for more, the textures and flavors she’d endured left her without an appetite. Even still, the bottle seemed like it was going to be persistent, so with some reluctance the girl clamped her mouth down around the teat of the bottle and began to suck, actually somewhat pleased by how well the other flavors were all washed from her palette by the singular taste of baby formula... ‘Fine...’ She fumed internally, wiggling with a fluffy crinkle, wanting out of this high chair as soon as possible now.

After the bottle was emptied the straps and tray were removed.

A set of arms grabbed the girl. Bouncing her gently, as it deposited her into a huge playpen. The floor was padded with high mesh walls. It was filled with stuffed animals, dolls, blocks and various other toys.

“Playtime” the machine spoke. And an assortment of very large stuffed toys began moving with a mechanical clank muffled by felt and cotton. A large teddy bear walked up to the girl giving her a warm and firm hug.

There was even a toy kitchen in one corner with some plastic food.

‘Spop!’ went the bottle as Sylk finished it off, her face plastered with defeated grimace at the conclusion of her meal. “Bleh... Did you have to make me eat so much?” She asked pitifully as she was undone from the chair, her feeding time restraints being undone while her bib was taken away. She felt her full belly slosh a bit as she was given a gentle bounce, stretching her arms a bit with her new freedom from the locking tray, hoping that she’d get out of here before she got another round of feeding.

With a whirr from the carrying hands Sylk was deposited into what appeared to be a super comfy jail in the form of a high walled playpen. She wiggled a bit as she was lowered down into it but in her post feeding stupor she could only muster a whine as she was rested inside on her feet. Taking a glance over the assortment of infantile play things, the girl let out a bit of a pouty scoff as she began to return to herself, the taming feeling post force feeding was starting to lose out to her inner will. Her tummy sloshed as she crinkled in place, turning around to face the mesh wall.

“Okay... It looks like my only way out of here is over this thing.” She reasoned with herself as she took the few rustly steps up to the wall, rubbing her hands along the mesh. Soft, yet sturdy... No way of gripping it though, so she’d likely have to use things inside of this playpen to fabricate a sort of stairway to escape. While she was contemplating her escape and pressing her hand against the mesh fabric, she entirely missed the muted mechanical sounds as the crept up behind her. Seized around her middle and picked up into a literal bear hug, Sylk winced a bit as she was gently squeezed by the oversized bear. “Eep! H-hey... Ummm...” She stammered out, not even sure what was happening as she was turned back around to see many other oversized stuffed toys moving in this massive playpend area... She realized that she was being held in the fuzzy clutches of a big teddy bear and blushed, feeling like the roles were reversed from her childhood and now she was the plaything... “Okay, you can put me down now...” She softly complained, feeling like the bear had plans of it’s own as seemingly everything down here did. She wiggled and kicked her legs a bit but that was a short venture as the sensation of bare pussy rubbing against thick diaper made her cringe a bit with a heavy blush, finding it both embarrassing and unfortunately pleasing...

The bear held the girl in it’s huge fluffy arms. as it brought her over to a pile of blocks and assorted rattles and other toys. It set her down on the padded floor of the playpen. Before walking away watching her to ensure she didn’t try to climb out or do anything to escape. The nanny-bear was watching her carefully.

Meanwhile a hand descended from the ceiling. It popped a little pink pacifier into her mouth.before Leaving her to play and build. As another soft glove hand began tickling the girl’s sides and very full belly.


The nanny bear began walking around patrolling the large playpen. Watching the girl and making sure no naughty children attempted any escapes.

Elsewhere in the nursery the machines were compiling different files on the girl deciding on new protocols. It was working by setting up a file to put out to adoption agencies.

Aylk didn’t struggle against the bear, seeing little point in it with how well it had her in it’s bear hands. Letting herself be carried over towards some infantile trinkets, she let out a yelp of surprise when she was suddenly dropped out of the bear’s arms onto her rustly bottom with a crinkly dull thump. “Oof! Hey...” She complained as she rubbed her thigh a bit, having landed a little awkwardly out of the fall.

She was about to get up, but as she got into a crawling position she looked over towards the bear who seemed to have it’s smiley gaze on her despite walking away, making her the obvious focus of attention. Feeling a little intimidated, the girl sat down on her rump in a W sit and gave the toys and such a little more consideration. She plucked one of the rattles up and held it away from herself like a dirty gym sock, not liking the association she had with it at all... But one more glance over at the bear convinced her to give it a few subtle shakes, finding herself indifferent to the toy.

“Alright... I think that’s more than enough. I don’t need these blocks, these rattles, these... diapers... I’m an adult. Do you think that a baby would be using full sentences to explain herself in a situation li-hmmph?” Sylk explained calmly with a touch of annoyance in her voice, blushing a bit at self reminder of her diaper but quickly shaking her head to continue. All the while she was shaking the rattle this way and that as she emoted with her hands alongside her words but ended up dropping the rattle when a quick whirring hand pushed a pacifier into her complaining mouth, interrupting one of her sentences. She glared up at the hand and gave a fierce pout from the other side of it, her scowl obscured by the plastic guard of the pacifier. Her cheeks puffed out to accommodate with a blush which unfortunately for her perfected her bratty baby look...

The girl was about to spit it out, but she suddenly felt some tickling on her sides from a hand that had crept up behind her, letting out a burbley giggle with the pacifier’s tear between her lips. When it moved around to her full belly, her giggling and wiggling didn’t stop but she was reminded of said fullness as the hand pressed on her a bit, mindful that this place would expect that liquid to end up in one place and one place only in a few hours...

When finally the girl had enough, Sylk spat out her pacifier and swatted away the tickling hand. “Pthoo! Enough with the baby stuff, you dummies! I’m not some little girl!” She whined, crossing her arms again as the pacifier came to a rest on the playpen floor. She noticed that the bear had briefly stopped patrolling and worried that she was about to get in trouble, so as a means to mitigate that possibility she reached over and grabbed a few of the soft blocks before her and began to stack them together, looking to make a foundation of sorts for a house perhaps... And also thinking about how blocks like these would be perfect for her escape plan.

She had no idea of the information being compiled on her within the nursery’s systems, or it’s new protocols. If she knew it was planning to send out some false info on her to adoption agencies she’d be right peeved... Well, moreso than she was currently.

The patrolling toys stopped and glanced at her. One of the toys a large stuffed rabbit hopped over and began stacking the blocks with her. The robotic rabbit’s mouth opened and a sickeningly sweet voice came out. It was clearly a set of prerecorded voice lines. “I’m sure someone will adopt you soon” the rabbit chirped out in its high pitch effeminate voice.

A set of arms descended and popped a pacifier into the girl’s mouth again. Then it gave a swat to her rear. As the bunny machine spoke again. “You want your pacifier sweet heart quit fussing” it cooed in its unsettlingly sweet voice.

The bear came over after some construction took place on the house and picked her up again. Bouncing her in its arms as it approached a large baby bouncer. It had assorted toys and bobbles arrayed on a tray around the bouncer. A large tv sat on the wall playing baby shows like Sesame Street and Elmo.

The bear set the girl into the bouncer. Pulling a small switch to adjust the height so her toes barely scraped the floor. Leaving her to bounce unsteadily. The machines came down and added a strap to the girl’s pack so she couldn’t spit it out.

The bear sat in front of the girl shaking the same rattle from earlier in her face as the cartoons played in the background.