Two Little Abductees (Private for MingleMonster & Curio1579)

[MingleMonster]

Julia would have giggled if she knew that this thing had momentarily mistaken Tristin as a girl, but right now she couldn’t focus on anything on account of the dread welling up within her. Passing through some plastic strips as the belt seemed to pick up speed a little, Julia came face to face with something that made her blood run cold for a moment. Ahead of her on the belt were these mechanical arms that were fairly human in nature but they were metallic, sturdy and looked like they meant business. “W-wait!” She managed to squeak out as she was grabbed by the hands, struggling against them as soon as they had her in their clutches.

Julia was rolled back onto her back and first had her shoes and socks removed, the hands having to hold her legs still as she kicked and fought to try and save them. Failing that, the girl began to writhe and attempt to grab at her skirt as it was getting pulled down from her waist, her tennis shorts already starting to come on down themselves since the machine didn’t bother to unzip her skirt first which partly exposed her adorable little panties. “Look, I don’t know what any of this is but if you don’t let me go right now... I... Errm...” Julia tried to think of what she’d do, and was about to continue giving the hands what for when they came back to finish the job, removing her tennis shorts to fully unveil the colorful bunny themed panties before those too were unceremoniously shucked from her fighting legs, finally unveiling her womanhood and trimmed fuzz beneath without any room for modesty. Since she only dyed her head hair the chestnut carpet did not match the blonde drapes...

“Ehh!? Ahhf!” Julia whimpered with a huff as she was righted up and planted onto her bottom, the cool belt beneath her feeling odd on her freshly de clothed bottom. She hardly had time to dart her head up towards her rapidly ascending panties before more of the hands were around her for her shirt, taking it up off of her with ease since they forced her arms up moments before. Her training bra, the last bit of decency she had left, was something she wiggled, struggled and grunted over but she jus couldn’t overpower these arms that held her and - without too much effort, the hands managed to get it off of her if only be clipped the bra strap open after being unable to force it from her like they did her skirt. “Noooo! Give me back my things! ...Please!” She whined and reaches for her bra, not even noticing it was now damaged as it was carried off, the hands fully releasing her once it had no greater reason to grapple her into cooperation.

There were sounds of embarrassed complaining from behind her as well and, after seeing a pair of tighty whiteies pass overhead she couldn’t help but to glance back as her arms instinctively moved to cover her exposed sex and bare chest. She was extremely grateful to her reactions when she locked eyes with Tristin who was directly behind her, whipping her head around with an ‘eep!’ at the realization that he was now seeing her entirely naked, her face growing hot as her thighs pressed together a little tighter around her hand to further cover her private area.

That stupid noise rang on again and Julia rolled her eyes, figuring that all of those sounds were just there to bother her. They served as a warning of sorts that she failed to heed as her eyes suddenly grew wide and she fell forward, attempting to turn herself as she tipped over the edge of the belt but all this did was force her to fall onto her bare bottom atop the icy cold metal plate below, feeling it dip down a little as she sat atop it. “Ooohoh, cold!” She whines aloud at the sudden shock of the plate, hearing another jargon sound before she was taken off of the plate and placed onto another belt, landing on her hands and knees to be carried on as the hands released her. Her weight was accurate even if she couldn’t read it on the display which was a splash of symbols not unlike what she’d seen in that stupid robot thing... She figured something similar was happening to Tristin as well since she heard an equally pitiful shriek out of him as he experienced the cold embrace of that plate...

Almost as soon as Julia tried to get up from her new position she found herself set upon by even more of these mechanical hands. “For goodness sake, quit your crap! Ugh!” She whined one a small voice, trying to sound intimidating as she was wrangled into a position more facing down the belt than she was before, the hands holding her there and seeming to travel alongside her to keep her rooted in place in a crawling all-fours position. She grunted and she struggled vainly to lift her hands or legs, fruitlessly struggling against her bonds when she heard more sounds yet she was unable to do anything with the warning this time save for whine and wonder what was next.

“Eeeeeah!?” She exclaimed as she felt something suddenly at her back door, a thick, slick, oily substance was being applied to her upturned rear and what’s worse is that the thing applying it to the back door decided to take a peek inside and slipped inside of her a bit to further embarrass her. It seemed to wiggle about and apply more of that slippery stuff before pressing even deeper, though so caught up in wiggling and struggling that Julia didn’t even notice that she’d been seen through the separating glass by Tristin as she got her rear lubricated by some sort of rod-like metal thing...

Julia could tell that the thing that she previously thought was lubricating her had just been left there, which made her curiously try to see what was up. One of her assumptions was confirmed as she spotted Tristin’s thermometer sticking out of his own bottom and turned her head away in shame to sulk, knowing that what she was experiencing was similar. It was so thick for a thermometer though, and there was no need for it to be in as deep as it was either, right?

...

...After what felt like several minutes but was likely far shorter, Julia let out a little squeak as her bottom was suddenly freed from the thermometer inside, both relief and somehow further embarrassment crossed her mind as her body wiggled from the sensation. She couldn’t tell if the sound came first or the action but there was a moment of daze for her followed by confusion - The hands weren’t letting her go... What was wrong? Was she going to get another one? The thought made her try her bonds again which had concerned mewls of worry added to them when she saw more hands around her to join in on the fun.

Effortlessly and cooperatively the hands began to move her into a slightly different all-fours position and began doing things like squeezing her arm with a hand that had a soft interior in it for a few moments, another shining a light into her eyes and another using a metallic tasting tongue depressor to hold her mouth open while yet another one ran along her gum line and allowed what appeared to be a much smaller camera on a tendril inspect her teeth, finding that she indeed brushed and flossed them adequately. Something also fidgeted about with her ears which discouraged her from shaking her head like she had been, and the tongue depressor moved to the roof of her mouth so her bottom teeth could be checked too - So thorough, but why? No wonder the tongue depressor tasted metallic - It was made of metal! “Pthoo! Pfft, bleh...” Julia sputtered and hung her tongue out, not enjoying that at all.

She’d seemingly enjoy the next part even less as the hands moved her position yet again, her legs even more spread now as well as her arms. “Hey, please...” She whined as she saw some of those hands snake away from her and head backwards, worried about what was to come. She felt one of the hands cup her sex and begin to gently rub along it which made her wince and whimper, the fingers of it delicately tracing her lower lips and even slipping just the tip of one digit into her hood while another seemed to join in the fun and massage her clitoris alongside - Both stopping after just a brief second. Her bottom was up next as her rear was played with yet again though this time by the hands rather than a rod-thing, and one grabbed a palm full of one of her cheeks which seemed to give another pair some ideas as they copped a feel of one of her small breasts and even pinched one of her nipples lightly. It was both violating and confusing leaving Julia lost as to why she was being studied like this before all of the hands seemed to retract right away, which as soon as she had the chance she sat on her bottom and pulled her knees together, once again covering her parts with her arms and thighs with a blush streaking across her face.

Julia’s heart sank when she heard more of that gobbldie language, sighing a bit as she relaxed her sitting position if only out of defeat. “Come on, give me a break...” She complained before she was scooped up underneath both arms, feeling another pair of them remove her ponytail’s hair binding with surprisingly gentle maneuvers. With her hair now freed and all of her clothing had finally been removed in a sense the girl was moved up and away from her belt which was nearing it’s end anyways. “Gah! Tristin, don’t...!” She yelped and tried to look away as her nude body was moved towards Tristin’s and vice versa, the two being stopped in the middle near each other face to face before they were both carried to their side - Julia’s right and Tristin’s left. Julia couldn’t help that she saw Tristin for just a moment and her eyes betrayed her as she looked him all up and down, even spying his slight erection before turning away. It’s not that he was a bad looking guy but... She hardly knew him...

The two were brought to a hatch thing that was filled with that same silicone liner like the tube that they were slid down into was earlier, presumably so they weren’t touching any more raw cold surfaces. Tristin was the first to be chunked in bottom first while Julia was tossed in head first on her back, sliding both of them down through a brief dark rectangular chute with a pair of yells to boot. When they came out the other side both of them splashed down into what felt like perfectly warm water, ideal for say bathing or relaxing... The initial dunk was a little jarring but after Julia surfaced her head she just sort of stood up in the surprisingly deep water and glanced around a bit, noting that she hadn’t fallen atop Tristin since the chute exit had actually changed positions to avoid that.

The tub wasn’t anything special, just a basin for the two to stand in full of the warm and already sudsy water. Julia was happy for some sort of decency even if she was skinny dipping with her jogging partner in a bizarre factory thing... “Eehh... C-Come here often?” She asked in the most tone deaf joke imaginable, not knowing how to split the inches thick awkwardness of the situation with Tristin. Luckily she wouldn’t have to think of how to follow that up as the mechanical arms springing up around the giant tub made both of them flinch, with Julia shrinking down into the tub and glancing up at the hands with worried puppy dog eyes.

What followed for both of them was a quick array of hands dunking them into the water and using a wide assortment of cleaning items on them to scrub them all over though neither of them seemed to get the same treatment as one another; the hands moved independently to clean them both in a seemingly specialized way. Julia was lifted up around her middle by hands going beneath the water and had her face and breasts cleaned especially well, a pair of spinning brushes outfitted would soft damp fibrous cloths seeing to that just right. While she sputtered with the sudsy taste in her mouth, she’d find new reasons to howl out as from beneath the water more scrubber items seemed to work their way up, giving her a nice spin cleaning all along her back entrance and of course her front, really focusing on her sensitive button with one brush while a scrubber turned sideways and cleaned between her lower lips, making her bite her upper lip and stifle some unladylike sounds as hands with loofas continued to work on her A-cup breasts.

EXTERIOR CLEANING COMPLETE. BEGIN INTERIOR CLEANING.

Once all of that was done alongside traditional cleaning methods and a good round of shampooing and conditioning their hair, with Tristin’s experience being his own, they’d get to share another together as both of them would feel something press up into their back doors and really drive in, making them both grimace and ‘eeep!’ at about the same time. While like this, neither of them could touch the bottom with even their tip toes as they were held up around their waists and suddenly felt the rush of warm sudsy water go up into their rears which seemed to make the water of the tub drain a little bit. It pumped and pumped into both of them before stopping and waiting a moment, leaving the two wiggling in discomfort before the thing seemed to suction the warm study’s water out of them again though the tub didn’t fill again so presumably it was being siphoned elsewhere. After it was all out it started again to their dismay, and this would repeat yet again for a total of three cycles before the two were spared the hoses that plucked out of their bottoms after the third siphoning. With each level of water they seemed to get cleaned out with more of their privates were exposed above the water’s surface, making this pair of unfortunate exercise buddies get very familiar with one another in a short amount of time.

HUMAN SUBJECTS ARE FULLY CLEAN. COMMENCE DRYING CYCLE.

Julia now knew how a water balloon felt... The hands that had been holding her up took her upwards even further as Tristin’s did to him, the pair being moved away from the tub that had begun draining itself and took them over to a pair of what looked like metal rectangles with fluff inside of them all along it’s interior. Both of them were dropped into their own respective rectangles which began moving into position while inside the machine churned to work, enveloping each in a spinning cocoon of soft dry fluffing, which only further brushed against them in all of the right ways as they were both fed down towards the bottom of their drying stations. “Nnnngh! St-hooaaooo-oop it...! Nhmm!” Julia cried out from her fluffing station, nearing the bottom of the drying machine.

A sort of pantyhose-like material waited at the bottom that they were squeezed into like piping custard and they each were forced out the bottoms of these odd bags onto a platform below, although at different times since they struggled differently. Julia landed on her now entirely dry bottom and laid back instantly, huffing and panting in place for a few reasons as she tried to quiet her racing mind and heart rate.

This just gave the machines a chance to strike at her again as the relentless process continued, all of the girl’s limbs being taken up by hands and socketed through some sort of restraints that squeezed close around her limbs but didn’t pinch her... In fact they felt pillowy soft despite being functional restraints. She felt herself get moved up into position and was now in some sort of metal circle, yelling out about being set free from this madhouse as she noted more of those camera things, but these looked a little different. The ring was anchored to something that turned as it easily moved her into a diagonal and the restraints for her shifted until she was in a spread eagle position; a maneuver that made Julia stop fussing and fighting instantly as she glared at the descending camera. SCANNING FOR ADDITIONAL INCONSISTENCIES.

INCONSISTENCIES DETECTED. BEGINNING BODY HAIR REMOVAL PROCEDURE.

It shone a light over her body which made her struggle since she couldn’t protect her privacy bound like this and after an initial pass the camera thing seemed to focus it’s beam on specific areas like her underarms, backside, crotch and legs, leaving the girl blushing again as she was turned and scanned over and again. She didn’t notice anything was off until it scanned over her kitten and lower areas where she gleaned in horror that her little chestnut pubic hairs had all just vanished as the beams passed over her, which she could only assume for the rest of her body... Though she could tell her hair was okay since she could still feel it flipping back and forth as she shook her head in dejection.

BODY HAIR REMOVAL COMPLETE. REMAINING INAPPROPRIATE HAIR FOLLICLES: ZERO PERCENT.

There was a final scan as she was fully rotated around and then, mercifully, the ring lowered down near another conveyor belt and released her bindings which made her fall onto the rubbery surface with an ‘uff!’. Sitting up on her hands with her legs slightly spread, the dazed girl looked over at Tristin on his own moving belt, the pair of them being carried further forward into this place passed some more plastic curtains - His a pastel blue and her own a deep pink. After passing the metal boxes they’d find themselves on the opposite sides of an opaque wall of infantile designs, still able to hear each other but unable to visually see each other as they were each treated to their unique next steps...

HUMANS FULLY PREPARED. BEGIN PHASE 3: DIAPER OUTFITTING-DRESSING-IDENTIFICATION

[Curio1579]

"Now what do you-AH!"

Tristin squeaked as the hands gripped him under both arms, scooping him up and off the belt. Flailing and kicking his legs, the restrained man tried to struggle free, but the iron grip of the machine held firm as he was moved up and away from the belt along with Julia.

A yelp from Julia made his head snap up automatically and he immediately as they were brought face to face by the machine.

"AH! S-sorry!" he spluttered as he saw every inch of the petite woman's body, from her bare chest to flawless tummy down to the cleft between her legs.

Blushing even harder, he squeaked and turned his head trying to cross his legs and hide the erection brought on by the machine as it twitched involuntary. Julia was cute, no denying that... but they were just workmates and jogging partners...he hardly knew her.

His thoughts were interrupted as the hands brought them to another hatched, lined with the same material as the one they had been dumped down by the strange robot.

"Hey! Hey! Whats going on?"

He kicked out as the hands holding him pulled back and forth, before tossing him, butt first, down the tube.

Yelling fearfully at the top of his lungs, the young adult slid rapidly down the dark tunnel before splashing into a tub of warm, soapy water. After a brief flailing of limbs, he managed to swim to the surface, emerging with a deep gasp as the impact had knocked the wind out of him. The tub was deep, but not enough that he couldn't stand on the bottom.

The surface broke nearby and he saw Julia emerge in a similar fashion, her tube must have dropped her close, but not so close they could land on one another. After a brief moment of eye contact, they were back to blushing as she sank into the water to try and hide in suds as she made an awkward joke.

"Nev-never on Sundays," he found himself responding, the awkwardness so thick you could cut it with a knife.

He flinched back as more arms snaked up the sides of the tub, He tried to back up, but with little space to go he was completely at their mercy as the hands descended on them both.

"Aw shiiiaaaaaAAHHHH!"

The expletive was cut off as the hands grabbed him by the wrists, and the rest went to work giving him the bath of his life. Spinning brushes worked up his sides and into his armpits while a pair of sponges were worked over his front and back. The machine brought in a loofah from behind and he yelped as it was worked between his butt cheeks. His howling was briefly muffled as a washcloth was shoved into his face, and as the suds made him splutter, more hands slid underwater to grasp his ankles and lift him up just enough for two mini rollers to work his soles and between his toes.

Any laughter was immediately stifled as he was dunked in the water and hauled back up in time for his hair to receive a dollop of shampoo. It was as this was worked into his scalp that a smaller set of hands with soft cloths went right between his legs to clean his junk. Held as he was, Tristin gasped and tried to squirm out of it's grasp, attempting to cross his legs or move his hips, but the hands held firm. He bit his lip and whimpered as the terrycloths brought him to full mast, while a soft, rotating brush worked his balls.

More strange noises had the machines giving him one last dunk to rinse his hair before most of the arms withdrew, leaving him in the water, held up on his tiptoes by his wrists, waist and ankles.

"Oh come on-*ACK!"

Something had just gone right up his backdoor, and the similar noise from Julia probably meant she had gotten the same treatment. There was a gurgling sound before he felt something warm and sudsy flood his insides, the tub water draining as he was filled. He groaned and squirmed again as the warm water wend deep into him, his tummy slowly bulging outward as he was filled to the brim.

Then, it stopped, and he was left wiggling in discomfort for a moment before it was all rapidly sucked out of him. He couldn't help but sigh in relief as he was emptied, but then it started again, his tummy filling up even more before it was sucked back out. By the third time he briefly wondered if this was what pregnancy felt like before it was all sucked out once again, the water in the tub now low enough to expose the erection he still had from before.

With a grunt of relief as the tube in his ass was removed, Tristin yelped once again as the hand carried him and Julia upwards and towards two long rectangles filled with fluff. He barely had time to cry out as he and Julia were dropped into their respective tubes.

"Nnnnghhh! Hahahahooooooooo! Nmmmm!"

He groaned and giggled as the soft cocoon of fluff brushed him in all the right places, his erection was an unfortunate source of unwanted pleasure as the fluff tickled his balls in addition to stimulating the shaft and head to the point he was bucking his hips against the floof as he worked his way through it.

Being squeezed into a strange material at the end didn't help him either as it pressed his now throbbing erection against his belly as it slowly pushed him out the bottom. The material sending waves of electric pleasure through him as it tickled his dick.

He fell out the bottom and onto a platform, dry, panting, and very horny. He tried to calm down, and lay still as his heart was going a mile a minute, but that just let the machines snatch him up again, his limbs socketed into pillowey restraints

He was lifted up with Julia, the pair of them being held in two metal circles, Julia was screaming to be let go as the rings moved her into a spreadeagle position under more of those camera things, then he got to watch as they shone a weird light over her.

Though he tried not to look, he found himself overcome by curiosity as they moved over her exposed body, and felt a surge of panic as her pubic mound vanished under those light.

His effeminate body meant he had been unable to grow alot of body hair, but what he had he kept as a source of masculinity. With a strange panic seizing him, he struggles and pulled at the restraints as Julia was moved away and he was brought under the cameras.

SCANNING FOR ADDITIONAL INCONSISTENCIES.

"H-hey guys" he nervously stuttered. "We-we can be reasonable about this? Can't we?"

INCONSISTENCIES DETECTED. BEGINNING BODY HAIR REMOVAL PROCEDURE.

The cameras clearly did not feel reasonable as that light was passed over him, the ring keeping him complete exposed as it went over his legs, chest, down his arms and under arms as well as his backside and crotch.

His head was seized by a pair of hands and kept still as a smaller camera passed the same light over his chin, lips and up his cheeks to his ears.

BODY HAIR REMOVAL COMPLETE. REMAINING INAPPROPRIATE HAIR FOLLICLES: ZERO PERCENT.

He didn't know what that noise meant, but as soon as he was released onto another conveyor belt he checked between his legs. His erection was going down, but that didn't matter as his skin was completely bare, he tentatively touched his arms and anywhere the light had been, finding it was softer than usual, almost baby soft.

In a state of confusion, he looked up and saw Julia on her own conveyor belt as they passed through two separate plastic curtains into a new room. There was a large, opaque glass window dominating one wall, the same purple tint as the machine that caught them.

The whole room was a light pastel blue, with floating clouds and cartoon animals he dint recognise painted onto them, a soft music played but that did little to calm him down.

"Julia, can you hear me?" he called out, just as more of that strange noise was played from somewhere, and the arms were back.

They emerged from one of several stations by the belt and took Tristin by surprise as he had been facing the window. With a yelp he was pulled onto his back on the belt and his ankles seized, before they were brought together and his bottom pulled up, exposing his now hairless and baby soft cheeks. A hand pulled what appeared to be a wet wipe from the station and went to work on the struggling man.

"Ah! Stop! Cold! Cold!" he yelped as the cloth worked its way over his butt cheeks and up his crack.

"ACK!" he cried, as the hand briefly teased his rosebud with one digit before whimpering as it worked up between his legs and over his cock and balls. His fading erection twitching to life once again as it cleaned his shaft and tip before tossing the wipe away.

He yelped once again as something slapped his right buttock with a sharp slap. Had he been able to see, he would have noticed the smaller hand with what looked like a rubber stamp, and the tiny smiling heart it had left on his ass which hid an ID barcode.

He was laid down flat on the belt once again as another pair of hands emerged, their palms glistening with an oily substance. He had an idea where they were going and tried to pull away, but he was held firm as the hands went right between his legs and began rubbing oil over his shaved cock and balls.

"Ah! Stop! Cut it out!”

He twisted and pulled as the hands slid over his shaft, working him to full mast once again before sliding over the rest of his front, oiling his now smooth skin until it was glistening. He blushed furiously as the arms turned him over and the hands went right back to work, slathering oil over his back and buttocks, he squeaked as they slipped between his butt cheeks and teased his sensitive entrance.

Was this thing just teasing him now?

Seeing stars, he was moved to the next area where his buttocks were spread and one of the hands scooped up a thick dollop of Vaseline on one finger before going right for his backdoor.

"ACK!" he jumped and hissed as the thick finger slowly worked its way into his behind, pushing his arousal higher before it withdrew and he moved on, where a sweet smell tickled his nostrils.

He tried to look up, managing to turn his head and see two more arms ending in what looked like pepper shakers. He quickly found out they weren't for food as they began liberally sprinkling the sweet smelling powder over his butt and even some up his back. He huffed in surprise as something soft started patting down his bottom, *eep*-ing as it went between his legs. The machine soon flipped him over, but kept his legs spread and his butt lifted slightly and he saw the powder puff that was patting down his bottom.

The shaker arms immediately went to work on his front, a veritable snowstorm of powder falling onto his erection as more powder puffs patted him down, kicking up a white cloud all around him.

He sneezed again and again, jumping briefly as the puffs gently patted his hard on, which was rapidly disappearing under a pile of powder, this machine was really pouring it on.

Thankfully, it stopped before he was buried, the hands briefly lifting him up and down onto a new belt, where his butt landed on something soft and crinkly. Leaning up, he tried to see as the hands disappeared underneath his bottom and spread his legs, drawing up the item between them. It was decorated with soft blues and cartoon creates, and Tristin as a sudden realisation as the tapes were prepared.

"A...diaper?" he stuttered. "Hey! Whoa whoa! I don't need a diaper! I'm not a bab-mmmpfg!"

He was cut off as something was jammed into his mouth and buckled behind his head. His tongue tasted rubber and he could feel plastic on his lips.

A pacifier! This thing had just gagged him with a pacifier!

The diaper had been taped shut while he was being paci-gagged. He could feel his erection pressing against the cotton, which kept tickling and stimulating it as he shifted his hips.

With a muffled yelp he was yanked to his feet and something pulled over his head, he thought it was a shirt, but it covered his body the arms went between his legs to button it closed. He had been dressed in a onesie the same pale blue as the room.

Soft mittens and booties were likewise pulled over his hands and feet, he felt them cinch up on their own and whimpered. He had a sneaking suspicion they weren't coming off anytime soon.

DRESSING COMPLETE. CREATING PHOTO ID

The belt pulled up in front of a mock up on the wall decorated with cutesy photos of bottle, rattles, blocks and what looked like a teddy with antenna. The hands briefly released him and he had a moment to register more alien writing above them before several camera flashes went off in front of his eyes. Seeing spots, Tristin tried to crawl away from the belt, but it started up again immediately.

With his photo now on record, the bleary eyed young adult emerged through another plastic curtain. Rubbing his eyes and blinking quickly, he managed to clear them enough to see Julia on the belt opposite. He blushed and looked away at the sight of her in a similar outfit, only this one was in soft pink like the box she had entered, a diaper bulge visible through her onesie.

SUBJECT PREPARATION COMPLETE-READY TRANSIT UNIT FOR DEPARTURE.

[MingleMonster]

Julia ran her hand over her bare princess parts, her sex feeling impossibly smooth now. She had considered from time to time to maybe shave it off and she had to admit it looked okay getting to see it now but she’d always just kept her areas trimmed and had been fine with that. It wasn’t so bad, but she felt a little violated having had the choice taken from her - The length of her stolen choice not apparent to her right now.

“Huh? Uh, yeah... Tristin, are you okay? I’m kinda...” She trailed off, raising her hand that wasn’t patting on her bare kitty to her mouth. She was going to say worried, but she was genuinely scared... Maybe even frightened. She didn’t know what was next, which only made the panic more intense when she was grabbed up from behind and forced onto her back, struggling from her position as her ankles were held together and her rear lifted up, framing her lower lips in an exposure to no one... But that didn’t make her any less embarrassed about that specifically.

She didn’t notice the wipe as it was brought down between her legs but she wouldn’t be able to miss the icy sensation of the seemingly ice cold wipe, though that was partially due to how warm the drying compartment and the beams had left her tender skin. She couldn’t tell if it was just one really cold damp wiping thing or if it swapped them over, but she hoped it was the latter since it seemed like it dropped something off the side once it was finished with her rear, and the intensity of the cold was refreshed between the back and front. “Eeeeyeeee! Cut it out you darn stupid... Things!” She complained, being spared not an inch of skin from the wipe, which was wholly unnecessary to start with given that they were just very thoroughly cleaned. The worst was when it was pulled across her sex and surrounding areas, now seemingly more sensitive as it was devoid of pubic hair. “Ohhh-ahhh.... Nnnnff...!” She tried to stifle herself yet again, feeling like this thing was just toying with her right now and she wanted to fight that sensation as much as possible.

She was shot back down from her involuntary trip over the moon by a quick smack from something dense and fast hitting her bottom - Specifically her left cheek. “Ayip! H-hey...” She complained, feeling like she’d been scolded for something when in reality she was just getting marked for identification. There were whirrs from the hands as they changed positions, grabbing Julia’s attention to look upwards again...

So of course the next thing she saw made her heart sink again, seeing the oily looking mitt come out for her, hovering over her lower half for a moment before coming down to apply the scented substance. She couldn’t stifle this, she couldn’t stop her moans, she could only writhe and wiggle as much as the hands allowed her to as she was oiled down starting with her poor vagina and just working it’s way outwards meticulously. There wasn’t any mercy for her as it was far more liberal with it’s lip tracing and clit massaging, eventually ceasing if only to spread more oil to her other sensitive areas around above her privates almost to her naval. Then she was flipped over and things got busy back there as well, which made her toes curl as she produced some girly yet unladylike sounds at the handling back there.

“Geezus, sth-stop...” She mewled, feeling a little excess oil start to run down her thighs from her privates while her rear was tended so so generously. There was a surprised gasp as she felt hands seem to prime her to receive something before a large globe of some semi-sticky gloop was stuck into her poor pucker and smoothed into place just within her, making her sputter a pitiful whine, not liking how it felt being applied or how it felt resting in place.

Julia kept her head down and took deep breaths, only noticing the powdering canisters coughing sweet scented fluffs onto her bottom when the sensations of powder on her rear brought her out of her self pity. The fluffing tool that patted it all in was a touch rough and it seemed to know what it was up to as it worked swiftly, the girl getting turned around again so the powdering could continue on her front. “You’re using... So much...” She whimpered as the canisters worked, eventually stopping to let the puffer come back for another round. There was more wiggling from the girl as she got patted down, the dusting item adding to her already horny state that once it ended had the breathless girl stared down at her well powdered pussy, noting that her little cleft gaped just a bit which separated it from the perfectly white powdered areas around it. She blushed at the thought - Feeling like that, here!?

“Aaahhh...Aaa-chew!” Julia let out a tiny sneeze, an adorably cute sound from the petite woman before she was grabbed up and moved swiftly from one belt to another, this time being planted in something that immediately rustled and crinkled beneath her. It didn’t take long as she looked down between her legs to realize she was sitting atop a diaper - And a fair sized one at that! It looked size appropriate for her yet seemed colorful just based on the plastic, and she hadn’t even seen the front... “Look, I promise I don’t need diapers... This is some sort of misunderstanding. I know I’m kinda short, but come on!” She whined as she started to hide her face in her hands again covering part of her eyes with her hands loosely yet she was unable to keep herself from looking through her fingers as the mechanical hands started to pull the diaper up between her legs, hiding away her perfectly powdered pussy in the thick infantile garment. Her hands were moved away which made her squeak, and amidst that squeak she got a pacifier of her own as well. The thick bulb filled her mouth and the plastic rested perfectly against her lips to discourage talking around it, but that wasn’t going to keep her from mumbling complaints as she couldn’t stop the machines from closing the pacifier around the back of her head with a little locking clasp...

The tapes were all pressed into place and before she even knew it the diaper was now snuggly around her waist, making her feel small and embarrassed like never before. Said snugness wasn’t doing her bare kitten any favors inside but her focus was turned to the hands plucking her up off of her feet, holding her just over the belt as her arms were moved up so something could be pulled over her head. Honestly after being diapered for whatever reason Julia half expected something like a onesie, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing when this pink one was tugged onto her and snapped closed around her crotch, hiding the diaper if only directly from view as it’s sound persisted and it’s bulk was unmistakable through the stretchy breathing garments.

“Mmm-hm-hmph!” She fussed and swore - not that anyone could tell - through her muted mouth as her feet and hands were fed into soft mittens and booties, which she fought with the whole time through their application. Finally let back down, Julia felt the sensation of sitting in a diaper for the first time in ages for her, and she was conflicted between the comfort and the shame of it... All the way to the next station she tries to remove her mittens, looking somewhat like a cat that had been bootied by the end of it, shaking her mittened hand in front of her face while she looked at it pitifully.

There was a sudden stop for Julia and then a quick righting by the hands before she experienced a sudden bright flash that took her entirely off guard, making her run her eyes with her new soft mittens while the belt continued on with her. ‘They’re just picking on me because of my size, I just know it...’ She thought, crossing her arms with a puff, her cheeks a deep pink as she contemplated her situation. She saw the plastic strips but reacted very little to them as she passed through, still sulking over her infantile state. She didn’t realize until a few moments after when she turned her head back towards Tristin that he’d been babied up too, and he was seeing her like this...! Julia fidgeted and squirmed in place, not knowing what to hide if anything on her person since the whole outfit was mortifyingly embarrassing, and Tristin didn’t seem to like being caught in a onesie any more than she was. It occurred to her as the strange sound went off around them that Tristin likely heard everything she did - All of her mewling and moaning, which of course reminded her of the snugness hugging against her princess parts below, both of which embarrassed the girl into turning around on the belt and attempting to hide herself by laying on her side and curling up as small as she could.

She wouldn’t get to stay like this for all that long as the belts were coming to an end. As per the usual both of them were picked up off of their respective belts and carried away from them before hand, but this time they’d be carried down the center of the room together, both facing outwards ahead of them with wide worried eyes. Julia was wondering what Tristan was thinking - She herself thought she might have ended up on some TV show like Prankbro, and this was some extremely elaborate joke... The alternative is that this was a sicko fantasy and something even worse was about to happen to her so she preferred the alternative where at least there was laughter in the end.

The pair would see a couple of what looked like car seats up ahead, which made them share a glance with each other as they realized they were for them. Julia refused to take this laying down and began to kick, grunt and thrash as hard as she could with her reserved energy, but it was for naught as she was placed in the very comfy seat that seemed to mound around her with it’s cushions. Julia made a sharp grunt and rolled her eyes as what appeared to be a five point harness was pulled from her seat by small mechanical pincers that were helping get the two of them ready for their fate, clicking and clacking their buckled closed until both were all secure - Or at least as secure as they would be prior to the automatic adjustments kicking in and tightening all of their straps down snug with seemingly special care to pull the strap between their legs a little tighter than the rest.

With the two ‘babies’ wiggling about and whimpering through their pacifiers, the machine seemed to continue it’s work first by making sure the pair was lined up side by side with each other. Once that was done it almost seemed to build some sort of pod...Car... Thing around them, which Julia couldn’t understand why it would do this, not knowing that it was modular; the transport was designed in a way that allowed it to occupy one or even as many as eight passengers at a time, but each iteration required it to be built without much extra space given that it would mess with the passage forward...

With a final worried look from Julia to Tristin, the pod thing seemed to close down in front of them, leaving them looking out another magenta pane into what looked like another closed hatch.

HUMANS ARE SECURED. TRANSPORT IS PROPERLY ASSEMBLED. PREPARING FOR DIMENSIONAL JUMP.

The hatch began to open, but more specifically there was nothing really on the other side. The aperture of a hatch seemed to radiate and sparkle before the empty space lit up in a brilliant show of various orange hues, like looking into a sunset that was rippling atop turbulent sea waters. It was mesmerizing to look at, which is why Julia did just that, worried still even as she was unable to look away from this bizarre anomaly for herself, inadvertently giving the pacifier stuck in her mouth a pair of cute suckles that Tristin would have to had noticed being so close to her.

DIMENSIONAL JUMP IN THREE... TWO... ONE...

...

Suddenly, both of them felt a lurch as the pod thing they were now inside of whirred back like a stone in a slingshot and then moments later... It was as if they blinked, being shot so rapidly through the shimmery opening that they wouldn’t have been noticed if they’d missed it. They hadn’t though, given that the pod slowed to a stop, lurching the two forward a bit into their restraints as the pod bumped into a cushioning thing that had come up out of the floor in front of them. Julia watched as the magenta screen portion of this bullet-esq pod opened up while the cushioning thing lowered back down into the floor, apparently only being used when there was an incoming pod. The restraints held for about a minute more but soon those too would come undone, assisted by more of those pincers of course since the two captives couldn’t undo the buckle buttons for whatever reason.
“Hmph...” Julia whined at the ease that her baby restraints were undone, not wasting a moment to get out of the seat thought she found walking a wobbly affair with the unfamiliar diaper between her legs keeping her off balance. It was so soft yet so thick and wide, it made her toddle funny for sure but she could still walk fine enough.

TRANSPORT HAS ARRIVED. CARETAKERS HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED. HUMANS ARE PERMITTED TO WANDER THE INTAKE ROOM.

‘Give it a rest...!’ Julia thought I’ll of the strange sounds she kept hearing, knowing now that they weren’t gibberish but that didn’t mean she could understand a bit of it. The two would be able to toddle about, try and help each other with their mittens to no avail and in some ways comfort one another as they couldn’t communicate to each other with words at the moment. Then... It seemed like half of the roof opened above them!? It’s like it was on a hinge, and on the other side was this massive woman easily six or seven times either of their sizes, maybe eight if you account for just Julia. They both wore similar clothes like a causal dress code and wore their hair in different simple styles like a ponytail and a bob and bangs. The most stand out feature of the two were their vibrant magenta eyes, their irises impossible to miss with how otherworldly they seemed to the two ‘babies’ and they seemed to parrot the odd sounds but with a far more organic inflection and tone as well. Yet Julia at least raised an eyebrow at how... Gushy they sounded, despite ultimately putting together that they were speaking some sort of language.

“Oh my goodness, they’re both so cuuute! Tazail, come here, we have new arrivals!” This large woman called into the room behind her from which another large woman approached from. It seemed out of place that there was one massive woman but now two... Had Julia thinking that her and Tristin were the ones out of place. Tristin was the first to get picked up under his arms, pulling against the second woman’s chest as she made lots of little sounds at him. “They are adorable, you’re right! Oh my gosh, I think this one is my favorite! What a cute little boy~. You’re a cute little thing, huh baby? Such a precious little ma~n! Ah-buh-boo-boo!” She cooed and cuddled him in a bizzare show of affection like someone would fawn over... Well, a baby. Julia was also picked up and struggled about, wiggling and whimpering, trying to push away from the big lady who moved her with the ease one would handle a toddler... Or even a small fussy baby since the pair of them were about that size to these women respectively. “Hmmm, she’s very cute but she’s also kinda fussy. Wonder if she’s wet? Some humans have accidents when coming through the jump you know.” Julia’s large lady explained to her friend whom she had earlier called Tazail... Not that either of the ‘babies’ could grasp that right now.

Julia stopped fighting and yelled into her pacifier in embarrassment as the lady casually dug a finger into the legband of her diaper, feeling her large finger brush along inside while noting that she was still dry. Julia kept her eyes shut tight as she was being checked, unable to deal with the embarrassment of it all. “Hmm, bone dry actually.”

“Maybe her pacifier is making her cranky?” Tazail suggested, earning an immediate nod from Julia’s lady. “Oh, you know you’re probably right. Here sweetie, let me get this for you.” She said as she began to fumble with the latch on the back, somehow making the lock open without doing much to it... Tristin was having the same thing done for him as both of their pacifiers unlatched almost at the same time and the bands that held them in place moments ago seemed to recede a bit as well sine they no longer had to hold pacifiers in place. “Bleh! ...Okay, enough of this crap! Where are we? Why are we dressed like this!?” Julia demanded an answer of the lady who’d just freed her mouth and yet it looked like she was considering pacifying her again. The lady didn’t react to her words at all and a small chill ran through Julia as she just continued to talk with Tazail - What if... The same way they couldn’t really understand their language... That they didn’t understand them either? There’d be no way to tell them that they weren’t babies!

[Curio1579]

Tristin was sure he now had a permanent blush on his face. He tired not to look at Julia and spare her further embarrassment at their new outfits but the machines quickly had them lifted up and carried to another new area.

His eyes wide with worry, Tristin could do nothing except nervously suck on his pacifier as they were carried to a pair of oversized car seat and rapidly strapped into them, the seats seeming to mold to their respective sizes. He tried to fight back, as did Julia, but with everything he had been through all he could manage were some weak struggles as the five point straps were secured and tightened, the one between his legs was especially snug against his crotch.

"Mmph!" he groaned behind the pacifier as it pushed the padding right up against his boy parts.

He looked to his left as the machine lined his seat up next to Julia's, she was likewise wiggling and whimpering as the arms went about their task, magenta panels and glass were brought in around them before being bolted, welded and secured like on an assembly line.

Ice went down his spine as it all clicked, they had been put through something akin to a manufacturing line, only this made adults into...adult babies?

He renewed his struggles as more noises sounded from overhead, and the newly finished pod they were now in moved to a hatch, that opened to a swirling mass of sparkling orange colour.

He heard some suckles from nearby as Julia gazed into the apertures hypnotic spiral, he tried to look away, worried it might take away his mind, make him into something truly infantile as the machine made another noise and the world suddenly lurched forwards.

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Tristin lurched backwards, the straps in his seat working as intended as the pod hit something. He blinked his eyes and tried to see out the tinted windows, they weren't in that strange factory anymore thats for certain. In front of the pod was a mass of cushioning, which was what they must have hit when the pod lurched forwards.

As it was lowered into the floor, the magenta glass of the pod opened up and robotic pincers came down to release them from their seats. He scrambled to get out as soon as he was free, noises from the other side of the pod telling him that Julia had done the same. Slumping to the floor, he tried to calm down, tried to reason things out.

They had been abducted by a robot, processed by a factory, dressed as babies and sent through a swirly portal thing to somewhere else.

It sounded even worse inside his head and he felt himself tearing up a little.

*Got to keep it together,* he thought, wiping his eyes with his mittened hands.

His thoughts were interrupted when some one wrapped an arm around him. He looked up into Julia's eyes as she knelt down and he threw himself into a hug with his fellow captive, just trying to keep calm.

They separated after a moment, Julia looked at him with a concerned expression and he nodded his head to try and reassure her that he was ok, although he felt anything but right now. He tried to speak, but the paci-gag muffled his voice so he gestured to her paci-gag and tried to undo it, but the mittens made that impossible, the same was true when Julia tried to get his off. They couldn't even remove the mittens because, ironically, they prevented that as well.

They helped one another up and managed to walk despite the thick diapers hugging their hips, that said, it was more like a toddle than a walk as they went to examine the room, which was essentially an empty, featureless room with no visible exit.

That was until half the ceiling opened, to reveal what he could only describe as a gigantic woman. Had he not been gagged Tristin was sure his mouth would be hanging open as she called out in that odd language before being joined by a second one. They wore similar outfits, a blouse and he could see the top of a pair of slacks on each of them. Overall the design was casual, but that magenta colour tinted everything. Their eyes were no exception, the irises were vibrant magenta, managing to stand out above everything in their appearance.

As he watched the pair speak in that odd noise from the factory, the tone suggesting that they were...gushing over them? Like a person might do over a cute animal or a baby.

He swallowed in fear and realisation. He and Julia were the babies in this scenario.

His distraction also meant that one of them was able to scoop him up into her arms, and he yelped in surprise as the floor retreated rapidly from underneath him, before he briefly engulfed by a pair of pillowy breasts as the woman hugged him.

Cheeks burning, he was cradled in the woman's arms as he was teased and babbled at, he didn't know the language she spoke, but the tone and context just made the blush deeper. She was coddling him, and he didn't know how to react except to suckle nervously on his pacifier.

He saw Julia getting the same treatment, although she was being alot more fussy struggling and wiggling as the women spoke. He watched Julia yelp as the woman stuck a finger in the legband of her diaper, then felt the one holding him do the same.

"Mpgh!"

He watched as the ladies spoke again, before removing both of their pacifiers.

"Bleh!" he sputtered, flexing and rubbing his jaw as Julia gave the alien holding her an earful. Only to watch as a stern look passed over the woman's face before she returned to speaking with the one holding him.

"Um...Hello?" He tentatively said. "Hi, hello, hellooooooo?" he waved at the lady, but she just smiled and cooed at him once again, booping his nose with one finger.

"Ah," he squealed, hiding his nose behind mittened fingers. "Please, my friend wanted to know where we are? What was that factory? Why did it dress us like this? Wh-whats going to happen to us? Wh-wh-what are you going to doooo?!"

He couldn't help it, everything he had been through had left him humiliated and vulnerable, so with each question, and the dawning realisation they didnt understand him, his resolve cracked until it crumbled utterly, and he broke down sobbing in the aliens arms.

This seemed to get her attention as she shifted her grip once again and gently pulled him against her, his head resting on her upper breast near her neck and she softly cooed and cuddled him, rubbing his back and speaking more of that weird language as sniffled and sobbed.

He could't imagine how he looked to Julia, whom he heard making noises in the background as the alien woman gently bounced him in her arms. The warmth of her her body was strangely comforting, and he could hear her heartbeat from where his head was positioned.

Tristins sobs slowed until they were little hiccups, his face was a mess of tears and a runny nose, something that always happened when he got upset. He looked up at the alien and she gently cleaned his face with a tissue, even letting him blow his nose before disposing of it and kissing him on the top of his head.

She said something, which he assumed was 'feeling better?'

"Y-yes," he hiccuped. "T-t-thank you."

She smiled and kissed his scalp once again before coming back over to the other lady who held Julia.

"Are you okay?" he called to her. "I..I'm sorry about that...it's been a...long day."

The aliens spoke to each other for a moment, apparently discussing how to calm their new, fussy, babies, before they looked to come to a decision and began walking away from the small room they had arrived in.

"Hey! Wa-wait!" cried Tristin, but he was ignored as the aliens passed through a door, and down a sparse corridor. He saw Julia in the arms of the other woman looking nervously at him as they passed several other doors before entering an oversized nursery, at least it was oversized for him and Julia, everything was scaled appropriately for the two giant women. There was a single large crib, a cupboard and changing table with supplies as well as a mini fridge, which one of them opened to remove two bottle of milk.

[MingleMonster]

“Heh, I think that just made it worse.” Julia’s woman said to the other in a joking manner, trying to replace her scowl with a smile which resulted in a sort of awkward expression yet she looked sincere about it. “Oh don’t say that Abymo. Look, they’re scared, they just got here and Humans are an easily frightened species... Huh baby? You’re just a little shocked buddy baby...” Tazail cooed back down at Tristin who was waving at her, giving him a little boop on the nose that flared up his embarrassment and seemed to trigger something welling up inside of him.

Julia watched as Tristin continued to try and make contact, to try and get across to them for some answers... But she also watched as this broke him down, drawing up breaths between words and facial contortions until he just began to sob and cry at the big woman. “Oh my goodness... Poor baby, ohhhh...” Tazial cooed as Tristin cried, pulling the boy against her and guiding his head using her hand to her chest. She shifted her hold on him a little, cupping her hand under his bottom and with his head now laying on her chest she could use that one to pat the poor boy’s back in soft rhythmic pats, continuing to attempt soothing him as she started to pace a little bit. “There there sweetie, it’s okay... You’ll be safe here for sure, we’ll take very good care of you. Oh, poor little man...” She continued, filling out some spaces between her words with soothing coo sounds.

“...See Abymo? I told you, they’re very sensitive to changes. These two little boogers must be all stressed out, oh dear~. All. Stressed. Ouuut...” She continues to sigh soft coos at Tristin, having paced her way over to a nearby shelf that had a few supplies on it such as tissues, stuffed toys and a few other things like colorful bandages. Everything was size proportionate to these ladies though, so the stuffed animals were actually quite big compared to Tristin and Julia as an example.

Meanwhile, Julia couldn’t help but stare for a bit as Tristin had a breakdown, catching some second hand sadness as a result. She herself couldn’t help but to tear up a little as well and found herself being hugged close against her own big lady, which she didn’t deny made her feel comforted and safe in this moment of depression and uncertainty. She gripped onto the lady’s uniform and whimpered, finding herself closing her eyes as a few tears streamed down her own face - She was fighting the urge to also cry alongside Tristin, sputtering words as she finally found her voice. “Just let us go... Cl-clearly we don’t belong here. This is a mistake, we’re not little babies. We’re adults where we come from, please...” She said in vain, knowing that she wasn’t being understood which was confirmed as Abymo patted the top of her head and then shifted her to where they were facing each other more. “I know he’s being a little loud right now sweetie, but it’s okay. Calm baby, good baby girl...” She cooed down around the blonde girl crinkling in her arms, Abymo wiping Julia’s tears softly from her face while Tazail worked to soothe Tristin.

Back on the subject of Tristin, he was finally starting to calm down likely as a result of his incoming TLC. That, and he was likely just tiring out from crying but there was never a lapse in her affection so the waves of comforting sensations wouldn’t stop crashing over the boy, eventually drowning out his immediate sadness into something more tolerable. As he looked up at her, face all snotty and smothered damp in his tears which had stained her top around where he was laying, she paid no mind to it and grabbed a tissue from the box, holding up the large fluffy rectangle to him for a moment before pressing it into his blubbering profile, trying to be as gentle as she could in cleaning up Tristin’s face. It was the softest tissue he’d ever felt and was massive as well comparatively, so she had no trouble soaking up his face’s tears and getting the goo from around his nose and upper lip. She even had plenty of room to move to a much drier part of the tissue and hold it in front of his nose, mildly pinching as if to suggest he blow and as he did she gently squeezed a few times to help it all along, the pair blowing his nose before she gave said nose a final wipe with another dry part before tossing the used tissue into a nearby small waste basket, almost entirely empty.

Tazail pecked the top of his head and hummed a little bit, shoving him up onto her a little more with an audible crinkle from her press on his bottom. “There there little guy, it’s going to be okay, see? You’re a good baby, a calm and safe little baby, yes? Is that you?” She asked in hushed words, gently petting his back as he took a moment to register with her. Julia heard him respond with a ‘yes’ and she understood why - It did sound like she was asking him if he was feeling better, even if neither of them fully understood the question. Tazail made her way back over towards Abymo and Julia with the now more subdued Tristin in her arms, with Tazail getting a good look at Julia as she gave him another peck atop his head..

Julia has also calmed down, but as a result had sort of separated herself from Abymo as she was no longer laying on her despite still being held up above this distant ground in her arms. She obviously wasn’t happy but she wasn’t angry either - It was sort of a worried hopelessness that she was still grappling with, but knowing that Tristin was hurting too somehow made her feel like she wasn’t completely alone. It was clear both by how they comforted each other earlier and now knowing that these two didn’t understand them that Tristin and herself would have to rely on each other for support here.

Julia listened to Tristin and just shook her head slowly, trying to maintain a genuine expression amidst her own emotional shortcomings, to stay a bit together even though she was aching for answers and understanding. “No, it’s okay... You’re right, it’s been a long day and I’m getting a feeling it’s not going to just suddenly get better. Let’s just... I don’t know, let’s try to sort it out and think of a way out of this mess.” She told him, touching her mittened hands together as if she were poking her index fingers to each other’s tips. In her head her plan sucked - Just wait it out until we get our heads on and then bail? What, just... Play along? She personally wasn’t going to be having that, but without some sort of plan they were screwed.

While the two ‘babies’ talked, the big women carried on a conversation of their own simultaneously. “Ugh, Tazail, I think you got the better one right there in your arms. This one, she’s as cute as a button and I just want to snuggle her but I’m afraid I’d just make her more grumpy. Yours is over there curling into you for comfort while mine was over here continuing on with her little pity party, and it’s a little hard, you know?” She said with a sigh, which Tazail nodded to in response but also coincided her gesture with words. “Be patient Abymo, not all humans react the same way to arrival. She’s just spooked. Here, I’ll show you.” She said as she reached one hand over to Julia and began to wiggle her finger around her side, moving up to her underarms and then back down, circling her belly before giving it a little poke in parting. Julia of course didn’t like the way this looked, grimacing at the incoming finger and even weakly batting at it in worry, but she eventually began to squirm and giggle which only intensified as she wiggled and crinkled about under the tickling finger. She’d always been very ticklish and she couldn’t help making adorable little sounds as she squirmed and gently kicked, moving her mittened hands around as the lady constantly moved to new spots, ending on her tummy which made her blush again and chuckle as she sheepishly receded into herself. Julia felt embarrassed by this but... In a way she felt like she needed that, it helped with her tension and she wasn’t just scowling anymore either.

“Awwww! See Abymo? She’s just a little happy button too - She just needs someone to turn over her giggle box.” Tazail said to the other lady who had ‘dawed’ and cooed all the while as Julia went from just being sad and cranky to at least showing a little bit of warm and she even flashed a smile during that tickle session. “Yeah, you’re right. Guess I’m just a little jealous of your baby boy.” She responded. “Oh, come off it, that little girl is a treasure and you know it. There’s a point to be made about keeping them happy though - They’re grumpy now because it’s different, but they’ll be grumpy soon about other things if we don’t get them taken care of properly.” Tazail explained, giving Tristin a couple of bounces.

“Mhmm, for sure. I’d hate to see these two lose this little bit of calm they’ve got. Perhaps they’re hungry?” She asked, to which Tazail nodded in response. “Okay, then let’s get these two goobers something to eat. Would you like that little girl? Something nummy-nummy?” Abymo asked Julia as she cradled her into her arm and gave her tummy scrunch tickles through the onesie fabric which of course elicited more giggles from her in the cutest little voice, which did embarrass the girl into her more docile shy state.

“Huh?” Julia said as Tristan called for a halt that fell on deaf ears, looking around to realize that they were moving. She was enraptured for a moment and had failed to notice the ladies turning around to head out of the room through a massive door and into a somewhat colorful hallway. The two shared glances of concern as they were taken passed many doors, neither of them likely had a clue what was behind any of them but Julia couldn’t stave off the feeling that she wouldn’t like what she saw.

Tazail slightly took the lead on approaching a specific door out of the lot, turning the handle on it to let the four of them inside. It was a massive nursery within, so colorful and babyish that it made Julia blush just looking at it, knowing it was for her and Tristin. “No, wait...” She muttered pitifully, not wanting to be a part of this unbelievable mistake. “Hey Abymo? Could you take little goober so I can fetch their num-nums?” She cooed, looking down at Tristin as she said the last part of it. Abymo wordlessly agreed with a nod and opened up an arm to take him after adjusting Julia into a secure position in one arm. Julia felt so weightless in their hands, which made her feel even smaller than the room’s furniture did somehow. Now side by side with Tristin, Tazail walked off towards the cutely decorated miniature refrigerator and opened it up - Julia saw an alarmingly large number of bottles inside, and noted that they seemed to contain some sort of mostly solid crystallized substance... Was it actually more like a freezer? Maybe some strange science? ....Both...?

“Ummm, which ones should I get for them?” Tazail asked, looking up and down the shelves at the unlabeled bottles, unless you counted the cute baby prints across all of them. “I don’t think we should put them on straight right away. New arrivals tend to just spit it all up since they’re not used to it... Perhaps grab a two-thirds formula with one-thirds pumped?” Abymo replied, bouncing both of the ‘babies’ in her arms a bit, making the crinkly pair blush as they heard each other’s diapers rustle. “Okay, but...” Tazail didn’t even have to turn away from the cooling storage and Abymo didn’t even have to turn her attention away from her charges to answer her, cutting off her question. “Second to bottom shelf, with the orange nipple protectors.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll get these whipped right up, okay you two?” She asked in the direction of the other three people in the room, flashing a smile as her magenta eyes glanced over that way at a minimum locking eyes with Tristin for a moment. “You... Don’t think they’re going to make us drink from baby bottles, do you?” Julia asked Tristin, concern plastered all over her face alongside the obvious embarrassment at the thought of being bottle fed like an infant. While the two ‘babies’ burbled to one another, Tazail had made a few steps over somewhere else towards a counter where she socketed both of the bottles into some sort of cylindrical recesses, letting them click into place as she removed her orange covers from the tops, revealing pure translucent nipples that hid beneath. They couldn’t have been clicked into place for longer than fifteen seconds before she removed them both, dripping some of the now entirely liquid substance onto her wrist, checking further up on her wrist for the second temperature test. Just as expected, both of the bottles were now perfect to eat at the ideal warm temperature. Tazail took them both up and turned around to face the two, approaching with their bottles in her hands.

“Awww, who’s hungry? I think it’s the two of you, yes I do~!” She cooed and sing-songed her way over to them, trading a bottle for a baby as she took Tristin back into her arms. Abymo was already sitting down on a cushioned stool and Tazail found a seat in a rocking chair nearby, both of the ‘babies’ being readied for their bottles.

“I’m really not hungry, and that stuff looks kinda... Uh, it’s just... Thick looking milk, right? So it’s not like, ummm...” Julia tried to fast talk her way out, hushing herself when the nipple was brought to her mouth, snapping shut instantly to keep the teat from planting into her lips. “Aww, come now sweetie, you’ll just love your tasty bottle!” Abymo suggested, tickling Julia’s lips with it as she cooed over her, doing her best to be understanding of the confused, fussy little girl. She took an idea right out of Tazail’s book of tricks and propped Julia up a bit with one arm, giving her freedom with a few fingers in her free hand. Holding Julia primarily with her arm, Abymo reached her fingers down and started to tickle Julia on her inner thigh around her diaper’s leg band, getting an immediate surprised reaction from the girl followed by a squeal, some wiggling and then a muffled grump into silence as the nipple found it’s way into an elated mouth. Julia has been forced into the feeding, and she glared daggers over the bottle but, with a squeeze to encourage her with a squirt of ‘milk’ onto her tongue, Julia felt she had little choice in the matter right now and just began drinking after roughly thirty seconds of pouting and crossed arms.

There was plenty of nipple to suckle for her and the substance flowed quickly. It tasted kinda like normal milk so she was at least relieved that not everything was upside down here but it definitely had more to it - It was much thicker and sweet, yet complex like it was harboring a flavor akin to nuttiness but it was so subtle that she couldn’t place it as any flavor she’d ever had. What it was, unfortunately, was darn good and Julia found that the stuff grew on her the more she drank it.

While the two mistaken adults chowed down on their bottles, their caretaker giants had a discussion. “So, now that they’re here, we can play with them until it’s time, right? Why don’t we get them into some different outfits?” Tazail said with enthusiasm, like she was a little girl wanting to dress up dolls with her friend. “Hmmm... I hate to break it to you like this, but we may have to wait a little longer. It’s getting late and there’s not really enough time for all of that - Let’s just let them play in this for now and we’ll have a ball with them tomorrow.”

“Awww, but they’d look so cute... Well, cuter. I mean, look at this little guy’s cheeks! He’s such a sweetie!” She fawned over Tristin some more, pinching his cheek a little as he continued to drink away at his bottle. “I know, and I’m dying to get to it too but it’s for the best that we wait. Let them have a little time to themselves after they eat and then we’ll crib ‘em for the night.”

“...You’d look so cute with your hair done up, little girl.” Abymo commented at Julia, who knew she was talking to her but of course couldn’t possibly know what she was on about. Julia wiggled a little but Abymo shifted her and got her comfy again, so there wasn’t much she could do besides wait and drink until her bottle was empty, which wasn’t an internal sentence she liked but she didn’t have a choice. It was about halfway gone when she looked at it, and that coincided with how it felt in her tummy all warm and soothing. “I wonder how resistant their systems will be? This is an early dose of straight, even if it’s mostly formula.” Tazail said to Abymo, gently rocking Tristin, still holding her bottle as Abymo held hers. “Every human’s different so we’ll have to see, but I figure we should get them on it as soon as possible. After all, we don’t know how things will be for them later but we do know that they’ll be keeping these.” She chuckled and patted Julia’s diapered crotch and bottom with soft curling pats, making the girl whimper and move around a bit. The two women would continue talking as they fed these two new charges, sticking to their new plan... While the two ‘babies’ simply felt caught up in it all.

[Curio1579]

*eep* squeaked Tristin, as he was handed off to Abymo, sliding into the alien woman's unoccupied arm and the next to Julia, their diapers crinkling as the alien adjusted her grip so accommodate him.

He tried hard not to blush as they were bounced in the alien womand arms, their diapers rustling far too loudly in his oopinion. Looking away from Julia he instead focused on the other alien, Tazail, as she apparently was instructed to take two bottle of a crystalline substance from the fridge. Turning to Julia as she asked what he was thinking."

"I...think they are," he replied. There was no doubt as the woman used another machine to defrost what were obviously baby bottles. He felt butterflies in his stomach as the thought of being bottle fed, and the almost inevitability of it when Tazail returned with the defrosted drinks, clearing cooing at each of them.

He squeaked again as he was handed off to Tazail once more, able to do nothing more except eye the bottle warily as she sat in a rocking chair near her friend.

Diaper crinkling as she adjusted his position, the babified young adult saw the plastic, orange, nipple coming for his mouth.

"Who want some num nums?" she cooed in her language. "Is it you little man? I think it is."

Tristin waved his mittened hands in front of him to try and bat away the oncoming bottle.

"N-no...I'm not hungry...really I'm not."

His stammering was interrupted by a grumble from his tummy, and the young man froze, cheeks burning as his body reminded him he hadn't had anything except an energy bar in the last few hours.

"I think someones tummy is a little grumbly," chuckled Tazail, watching the human blush.

She lightly tickled his sides and Tristin couldn't help but squeak out a laugh, which she took full advantage off to push the nipple into his mouth.

Surprised by what happened, Tristin tried not to drink, but a quick squeeze to the bottle remedied that. As the thick liquid his tongue, Tristin resigned himself to his fate, and began suckling properly. whatever this 'milk' was, it was very sweet, but he could pick up something else under it all, a subtle...nutty...flavour that he couldn't identify. Whatever it was, it was growing on him, as he kept drinking it down, the liquid filling his tummy with comforting warmth.

The aliens babbled to each other, Tristin squirming as the one that held him pinched his cheeks in way an affectionate grandma might do to her grandkids.

With little else to do, he kept suckling on the bottle, settling into a sort of haze as the warmth in his tummy spread out to the rest of him. From his position in the alien woman's arm, he was looking right down the bottle at her face, those magenta eyes fascinating him. If it weren't for them she would look like a normal human, well, apart from her size. She smiles and cooed at him, patting his diapered bum and making him squirm a little.

The bottle was just over halfway done as he tried to see anything else from his position, but other than the magenta ceiling he wasn't able to see much else, that said, as he studied the aliens hair, he could have sworn he saw something briefly poke out.

He wasn't sure how long he had been drinking, but soon the bottle was empty. He moaned a little as the nipple was removed from his mouth, his tummy felt so full that it ached a bit, like a balloon full of air.

The woman shifted his position again so he was lying with his head on her shoulder, sharply patting and rubbing his back. He blushed again as he knew what was happening, he was being burped.

The woman stood and walked a bit, he caught a glance as Julia who was in a similar position and tried to hide himself with a mitten. He didn't know what to do, he was being burped by an alien who thought they were just babies, he felt powerless and just, caught up in everything.

A loud belch erupted from his mouth, and he immediately covered his lips in shame as the lady gushed over his little action. He tried to stay behind his mittens, hoping they would hide his burning face. He heard a very unladylike belch from Julia as well, only imagining how she felt about the whole thing, but at least his tummy felt better.

He watched as Julia's alien stood up only to be shifted back into Tazail's arms as they were both carried to a part of the nursery that had been sectioned off by what looked like a plastic fence.

It was a playpen!

The floor inside it had what looked like rubber tiles, and he saw soft toys and blocks set out as well as toy chest and even a little bench and table. All of it scaled to him and Julia, but looking infantile to the two aliens.

His diaper crinkled as Tazail set him on his butt inside the pen, Julia following a moment later. He watched as the two aliens gushed over the pair, both receiving pats to the head and a pinched cheek each before they stood up and wandered away.

Crawling to the bars, Tristin watched as the women spoke to one another, one leaving and the other settling down in the rocking chair, producing what looked like a smartphone from her pants pocket, only to have it project a screen she began scrolling through.

He turned and crawled to Julia, who was blushing and curling into a ball from embarrassment.

"Hey..." he said quietly. "Um...do you...want a hug...or something?"

She did indeed want a hug, so did he if he was honest, and after a few minutes they separated and finally looked around, really looked around and assessed their situation.

"Everything is just...it's nonsense, its too much utter nonsense!"

He threw his hands up in frustration.

"We can't speak to them, we are the size of babies, they are going to treat us like babies apparently and I was just bottle fed for the first time in years!"

He huffed and sniffed a bit, managing to not cry this time.

"I...don't know what to do, we need a way out of here but I don't know where to start."

[MingleMonster]

Julia didn’t want to make eye contact with the large maternal lady feeding her a bottle so she spent her time looking around a bit which Abymo allowed by adjusting the bottle as Julia gently turned her head this way and that. Lots of toys, colorful decorations on the walls, cabinets no doubt lined with more toys and maybe even some craft stuff... It was a baby paradise unfortunately being wasted on two non-babies. “Ittew wiggle worm!” Abymo cooed at Julia as she gazed about, which the inclination of baby noises in her direction made Julia blush even if she didn’t get it.

Before she’d realized it Julia was finished with her bottle as a result of her preoccupation, feeling the nipple get tugged from her mouth with a small popping sound given that she’d taken a few suckles of milky air. “Huh..?” She said as a tiny bit of the substance dripped from the corner of her mouth, of which the big lady cleaned off of her with a bit of her uniform before quickly moving her up onto her shoulder.

Julia was able to study the room from the dizzying height she now found herself at but she didn’t see anything particularly new save for grabbing a bird’s eye view of the crib absolutely stuffed with pillows and soft toys that made her ever so slightly tired just looking at it. The sudden pats to her back, although soft, helped to snap her out of it as she squirmed a little, finding herself being held down against the lady so that she didn’t get dropped. Tristin’s lady began to get up to do the same thing to him, which made Julia roll her eyes and attempt another wiggle, not minding if she had to shuffle her way down this lady’s clothes to get to the bottom like some sort of Carolina James flick. She found a few of her soft pats being subbed out for equally soft diaper puffs as the lady carrying her gave her cushioned bottom a few taps, assumedly as a means to play with her or calm her down.

“Oh, tch, look at this one Tazail, she’s a little climber!” Abymo chuckled and effortlessly adjusted Julia back into position while Tazail seemed to find purchase with Tristin as he let out a burp, which set Tazail off to begin cooing and praising at the boy while Julia’s whining and struggling stopped altogether with a pout. She was embarrassed through and through; just when Julia thought she couldn’t get any more embarrassed she too let out a belch, and one that was quite a bit more robust than Tristin’s which just made it worse.

Julia tried to bury herself in Abymo’s clothes, her face vibrant pink in embarrassment. Her stomach had betrayed her, and it’s not like she even felt all that much better but a part of her wouldn’t admit that her now more calm tummy was happier as a result. “Okay Tazail, when we left off last time it was my turn to sit in for playtime.” Abymo said as she offloaded Julia into the woman’s arm who took her easily though this foiled Julia’s plans to hide her face away. “Could you go check on some other things in the meantime?”

Tazail nodded and turned away with the two ‘babies’ to put them down somewhere, her place of choice happening to be within a playpen on the other side of the room while Abymo slightly adjusted the outward facing direction of the rocking chair. The playpen was... Well, exactly what would have come to Julia’s mind if someone said ‘toddler’s playpen’ to her though she never would have considered this perspective prior - Where she was so small compared to everything, really seeing the world enlarged and being able to compare it to how things should be. It was different when you were baby sized.

Tristin was the first to puff down and then Julia as Abymo made her way over to the playpen, both of the ladies leaning over with bright expressions. “Look at ‘em! Two full and happy little ba~bies!” Tazail said as she fawned over Julia this time, the inverse happening to Tristin with Abymo showing him her affection now. “They’re just perfect, aren’t they? Oh, new arrivals always make me so happy, you know?” Abymo asked as she pinched Tristin’s cheek, earning a cheek rubbing from the boy in response. “Mhmmm! Definitely one of the high points of this job. Oh, right... I need to go check on things, so just kick back unless one of them gets rowdy or cries for a change.” Tazail nodded after giving Julia a cheek pinch if only because Abymo had done it to Tristin, standing up and walking off from the playpen side.

“Okay kids, just cry if either of you needs anything, okay? Play nice!” Abymo concluded with them as she waved at the two and walked off, prompting them both to let out a defeated sigh as they hit a low point amongst low points in the day. Julia sort of shuffled back and then curled into a ball on her side in the squishy soft flooring of the playpen, feeling miserable and sorry for herself. Tristin on the other hand went over to the bars and watched the two have one more exchange... “After I check up on the rest I think I’m going to go punch out and unwind. Think you’re good?” Tazail asked, getting a warm casual response from Abymo. “Yeah, it’s just a couple of humans Tazail. I’m not exactly a whisperer but I’ll manage.” She replied, the two women saying their parting words and separating from there as Abymo had a seat and pulled out some sort of personalized projection device that, from Tristin’s perspective could only be considered an advanced smartphone.

“Mmmmh...” Julia whimpered behind him, causing him to turn back towards her and crawl over to her. She didn’t see him crawling around either time but if she had it would have embarrassed her more, feeling like this was their expectation now. He asked her if she wanted a hug and, with how her day had gone she wasn’t about to pass one up from someone she knew even if it was just Tristin. She sat up in front of him and nodded, scooting forward as he made a few more crawls with the two meeting in the middle to embrace is a hug. Abymo caught sight of this having noted all of their crinkling and used her device to collect a picture of the moment without the two knowing, using a digitally projected camera lens and the object’s advanced features to get a near perfect photo as if she was up close.

There was a minute long cuddle session where Julia found herself really snuggling against Tristin, finding him to be the most soothing thing she’d interacted with in hours. He was all dressed up like a baby and he reeked of baby smell -they both did- but she also found him familiar and hugging him like this reminded her of her normal life, of her home. She didn’t even really know where she was, for all she knew this was another planet, or maybe even another plane of existence outright...

“I... Thanks Tristin. I needed that.” She acknowledged and showed her gratitude to his show of comforting affection, wiping one errant tear from the corner of her eye as she made a wobbly stand so she could look around the playpen. All of the walls were too tall to climb over normally and there wasn’t any way beneath them since the playpen seemed to be sealed to the edges of this spongy mat inside... Julia was drawing up duds here but maybe Tristin was coming up with more?

“Hey, do you...” She went to ask before she stopped abruptly as he tossed his hands up and whined. She just waited, let him get it out of his system and nodded along as he had his mini-meltdown, looking like a small tantrum especially with how he crinkled about in his fit. “Yeah, no kidding. This definitely isn’t how I was planning on spending my afternoon... Or whatever time it is now.” She said as she realized she hadn’t the foggiest of not just where they were, but when either. If there was a clock about she hadn’t seen it...

There was more complaining but it felt validating to hear him have his moment, assuming that he hadn’t done any of this around the women out of fear of perhaps a scolding... Or whatever they’d do if they misbehaved. Julia toddled over time Tristin and pat his shoulder, understanding his pain and giving him her own hug to him from behind even if it was just briefly. “It’s frustrating, and scary... But we’re in one piece... And we’re together. Two heads are better in tough spots like this.” She said, more or less parroting her father’s wrench-monkey wisdom... this may be a bit tougher than changing a tire though so she wasn’t sure how well the metaphor was going to hold up to this. “I mean, I don’t know how long it’s been for you, but I’ve been weaned for something closer to decades Tristin.” Julia joked, trying again to lighten the mood and she felt that one was alright.

She heard him out a bit more, helping him to his bootied feet as he spoke with her, looking inquisitive as he finished. “Hmmm... Okay, here’s an idea. We came in through that portal thingy... Right? That wasn’t some sort of hallucination? So, if we came here that way then maybe we can also get out that way.” She whispered, trying to keep it low just out of secretive habit. “We’re stuck in here right now, but maybe tomorrow we can be set down on the other side. Look, there’s toys out there too, and there wouldn’t be if we were always meant to be put in here. Maybe if we get lucky they’ll put us down for some playtime and then we can sneak off and try to get back to that factory thing on the other side.” She explained her plan, trying to be as serious as she could even dressed as a baby. “It isn’t perfect but it’s something, so we can give that a try. Should that fail... We’ll think of something. There has to be a way back home, otherwise we couldn’t have ended up here like we did.” She said soundly, letting Tristin absorb her plan and respond as she toddled over to the other side of the playpen just to examine the rest of her surroundings.

Julia stopped for a moment and looked down at her onesie and the buttons between her bare legs that were holding the thing around... Her diaper. She wasn’t happy about it, and lifting each of her legs up one at a time before setting them down she realized that just based on the way the diaper was designed she couldn’t get the fluff to leave her skin alone completely... Which made her whine and whimper a bit as she pressed her thighs together in a crinkle - Now that the ladies had let them be her body had moved down to the next problem probing her and that was how she felt down below.

She’d never been teased like that before and further f she ever did feel anything she’d never had to wait so long before ‘fixing’ the issue. Being bald down below with soft cushiony diaper rubbing against you seemingly at almost all times didn’t help either, and pressing her thighs together she found only made things dramatically worse as it pressed the soft fluff up against her sex within the diaper even more. “Nnngh...Hmmm...” She complained again, finding her potty dance style wiggling to be off balancing as she fell onto her butt with a puff, spreading her legs to a notable improvement to her situation as the padding seemed to form back into the fluffy shape it was before... These things were incredibly soft yet she could tell they weren’t flimsy. Julia hadn’t thought about her diaper too much since they’d been collected by the caretaker ladies but she was coming to grips with it now, if only just a little bit...

...Some time passed, and boredom eventually wins out against even the most stoic of people. Tristin would feel something bump into him, turning to discover a large hollow rubber ball had been gently rolled into him from the other side of the playpen. Julia on the other end of it simply shrugged when looked at, figuring they had to do -something- to pass the time. Julia covered her mouth with mittened hand as she had a smaller, much more controlled and as a result silent belch, finding her tummy was still a bit grouchy from the milk stuff from earlier...

The pair would be able to play for what felt like another hour and a half or so if you could consider all of their actions playing, but after awhile the two of them would hear what distinctly sounded like a little timer alarm from the lady’s phone as a bell icon appeared on her holographic display, something that Julia was only just now seeing for the first time as she got up to toddle to the bars.

The bell icon shrunk to the top right of the circle it appeared in and in it’s place was what looked like a little toony graphic of a baby getting put into a crib...

[Curio1579]

Tristin wiped his eyes as Julia gave here pep talk, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

"You're right, we can get through this, we just need to think." he blushed a bit at her joke, trying hard not to think about what just happened to them both, but still managed a smirk.

He listened to her reasoning as she helped him stand, she was right, if that portal brought them here it could take them home, they just had to bide their time and wait for the right moment, or find another way home if they couldn't reach the portal.

As she toddled off to explore the far side of the playpen, Tristin examined his immediate surroundings. Where he stood was next to a pile of plush toys, each one of strange creatures he didn't recognise, save one. He waddled through the mass of toys towards it, feeling a little uneasy at all the staring eyes and wide smiles, until he was within arms reach of the animal, pulling it up to look at.

It was a teddy bear, soft and plush, with a cute button nose and eyes. It was wearing a onesie like him, although no diaper was present. He held it closer to his face, something inside his memories stirring for the first time in years.

"Bob?" he whispered.

Bob had been his childhood bear, he had it for years until one day he gave him to a friend who had a young girl that loved teddy bears. He knew Bob had gone to a good home, but it still pained him every time to think of the bear, realising he hadn't been ready to let go of him, but couldn't really as for him back.

"It is you, isn't it, Bob...you came back."

He looked around to see if anyone was watching before he hugged the bear close, tearing up just a bit before wiping his eyes.

"Alright Bob, lets find a way out of this."

Happy with his New/Old friend, Tristin toddled towards the toybox and rummaged inside. What was inside resembled earth toys, more blocks, some cars, dolls and figures, but what he really wanted was something to write with.

"Ah ha! Gotcha!" he cried triumphant, pulling out a box of crayons and a colouring book.

With Bob under one arm and his art supplies under the other, he toddled to the bench and table before laying out the book and crayons next to his bear.

"Right Bob, we are stuck on an alien world with no way to speak the language, but I know languages, I know how to analyse and read them, I just need to work out a pattern and then we can communicate properly."

He looked at the teddy, as if expecting a response.

"Indeed, we need to find what symbols repeat and see if there is a root alphabet, I just need to try and remember what I saw in that weird robot."

He began drawing what he could from memory, occasionally looking over at Abymo as symbols dashed across the screen in front of her. Crossing out any that her could identify as incorrect before redrawing them. His tongue stuck out of his mouth as he worked, a habit he picked up when he worked.

He shifted on the bench and gasped, looking down at the diaper that was still hugging his hips, and freshly shaven boy parts. Now he had a chance tot think, it seemed his body was still feeling the effects of that factory, as his persistent erection was now wrapped in soft padding. He had never been stimulated like that before, and his body had apparently yet to calm down from the high. He moved his legs together, which just had the padding press up against him even more.

"Nngh..nope, thats not going to work."

He looked up at Bob.

"Well, what would you suggest?"

He tried moving his legs apart, which helped, but unless he got the diaper off or 'took care' of himself, this was going to be an ongoing issue.

Hours passed, and the colouring book was filled with symbols, patterns and ideas as he tried to work out the alien glyphs as best he could. Tristin however, had fallen asleep, facedown on the desk, drooling onto the plastic.

Something hit his foot and he snapped back to wakefulness.

"Snugh, Huh, Wazzat!" he mumbled, looking down at the large, hollow rubber ball, then up at Julia, who shrugged.

With a sigh, he got up from the desk, with Bob under one arm, and gently kicked the ball over to her. He sat down opposite her and they rolled the ball back and forth as they spoke.

"I can't make hide nor hair of their language," he said. "I need a proper book or a dictionary, heck a billboard would be helpful. I just need to see those symbols again. If I can work out the written language, maybe we can communicate."

He rolled the ball back to her.

"By the way, have you met Bob?" he held up his teddy. "He's been helping me, he's very smart."

"Yes I am," his pitched his voice higher and made the teddy wave at Julia. "I am the smartest bear in the whooole world."

They shared a laugh as he made Bob 'walk' to the ball and kick it back to her.

"Goaaaaaal!" He made Bob dance and lift his arms up in triumph, causing them both to laugh again. It felt good to laugh, not be tickled to it, but to just laugh after everything that happened.

"It's funny, he looks like an actual bear I had at home." Trstin explained. "I always found it helped to talk to someone when I worked, Bob was great at that, helped me plan out my thoughts and ideas."

They rolled the ball back and forth for a bit longer, with Bob being the unofficial third player until an alarm sounded, he watched as Julia toddled over to the playpen bars and saw the animation playing on the screens around Abymo.

"Ok you little goobers, its beddy byes time," said Abymo, rising from the chair. "Aww, did one of you make a friend?" She coosed at the sight of Tristin with his teddy, reaching in to pinch his cheek again, making Tristin flail his arms at her as he tried to keep her away.

Tristin watched as she scooped Julia up and out of playpen, taking her to the crib. He glanced at his notes and realised she might get rid of them if she thought they were just random kids colouring. Toddling as fast as he could, the pampered human managed to grab his books and dive into the plush toys.

"Does someone want to play hide and seek?"

He heard the aliens tone and knew he couldn't stay hidden for long, just long enough.

"Wheres the baby? Wheres the baby?"

Squirming his way through the toys, he managed to find one with a zipper on it's back, like a pyjama case. Undoing it, he stuffed his notes inside, managing to zip it closed just as Abymo grabbed him by his sides and lifted him up to her smiling face.

"Theres the baby!" she gushed, lightly kissing him on his forehead. "I think you forgot something little man."

She tucked him in the crook of her arm and produced Bob, making the bear dance and tickle Tristins face before carrying him to the crib and laid him next to Julia.

He held onto Bob tightly as Abymo pulled a blanket over them, even producing another teddy for Julia.

A pair of pacifiers was next, Tristin just accepting the rubber nipple as it was pushed between his lips, he could always remove it when she was gone anyway.

"Aren't you just a pair of cuties," she cooed one more time, kissing her fingertips and gently pressing them to Tristin and Julia's foreheads.

She turned off the top lights, briefly plunging the room into darkness before a nightlight cast images of moons and stars onto the walls.

"Have a wonderful sleep, we get to play some more tomorrow."

With that the door closed, and the two babified humans were alone.

[MingleMonster]

Julia didn’t focus too much on what Tristin was doing, assuming he was just trying to find some way to pass the time even though his plans were more purposeful than playing around. Julia wasn’t idle either as she surveyed about, mostly getting caught up on the idea that they could maybe even escape this playpen if they needed to with some work. She stacked a few blocks together and tested their hold, finding that - Although soft - they didn’t try to collapse or anything under some of her weight. She felt it safe to assume she could keep them balanced enough to get the pair of them over the wall but only if they had some sort of scaling tool, something to stabilize them.

Her solution to that came in the form of some kind of big stuffed toy caterpillar... Thing, and what looked like some sort of avian toy that worked like the Snacky-Snacky Elephants game she’s had when she was a kid. As you push it along the ground it opens it’s beak and closes it again - With some simple adjustments the toy’s beak could be tightened down to where if it closed it would be far more difficult to open, and she assumed that if she engineered her way through a few of these toys she could use them in tandem with one another and make magic happen... Again, if she needed to, but she wanted a solid plan B.

Julia dug around and found some toy tools... Not the best, but she figured she could at least use the screwdriver to help her pry into the plastic bits on the bird toy thing... She expected nothing of the rattly toy saw and the squeaky hammer. The girl would spend her time like this for awhile, making some progress on getting into the toy and working on some of the rudimentary plastic mechanisms and winding up the rubber bands that would give it that clamping power she needed. Occasionally the girl would bite her lip and wiggle her hips slightly before refocusing, using the menagerie of stuffed oddities beside her to break some line of sight with Abymo, not that she was paying that much attention... Julia still tried to keep up appearances by crawling around the playpen, justifying her actions as a means of keeping Abymo’s quarter of attention on them placated while she blushed and lightly whimpered at the sensations crawling was putting upon her.

Julia noticed that Tristin was doing something over on a little bench and chair area, and he had a stuffed bear with him. ‘That’s gotta’ be for cover too.’ She thought, returning from her last pass around before shuffling over to her workstation... Which if you looked at it did look like she was just pretending to fix the toys if you weren’t looking hard enough. She popped the plastic snaps that hold the toy together into place and studied the toy. Nothing looked bent or warped and the toy screwdriver only had a few marks on it from where she pried the toy open, while the mechanisms inside the toy of course were rigged to keep the clamp tightened once it engaged again. She felt pretty smart about it, though she knew that she’d only get one good chance to use it if it came up so she needed to really make it count then. Now she played the waiting game, able to put everything back where she got it, her escape tools hiding in plain sight as she tried to think of what to do.

In time, Julia’s boredom got the better of her and she decided on the ball idea, though she apparently woke Tristin with it. He clamored out of his seat and brought that toy with him, sitting it down beside him as well after he kicked the ball back before having a crinkly seat of his own. Julia learned that he’s essentially been studying this whole time but off of a poor cipher between some language from memory and errant symbols from Abymo’s phone. “Oh, is that what you were doing over there?” She asked, catching the ball and rolling it back towards him, gaining a rhythm of sorts with him as they played. “Yeah... If we can tell them we’re not babies they’ll let us go. This whole thing feels like a misunderstanding for sure.” She said with some hope in her tone, though decoding an entire language would be very tough from their positions... Heck, even just enough to get across ‘not baby’.

The ball rolled back to Julia as Tristin held up his decoy device, which as she soon realized was actually something he’d grown fond of. “I’ve been meaning to ask about that. He’s uh... Helping you?” She asked, getting confirmation directly from Bob himself which in a way made Julia feel both childish and a little happy. It was a very genuine feeling she was getting off of Tristin, so she would let it be... After one joke. “Well, it seems like the ladies have you pegged appropriately at least.” She chuckled at Tristin, rolling the ball back to the two of them.

Julia watched as Tristin stopped the ball and rolled it a little forward, pantomiming with his stuffed friend and making him kick the ball back towards her. It sort of went in a diagonal but Julia needed only lean a little to stop it and pull it back into her lap, seeing Tristin throw a little fanfare with Bob made her giggle and when mixed with Tristin’s laugh had her laughing too. They both needed that laugh clearly since it really dug deep into the two - It was hard for Julia to stop and she felt her worries fall off of her for the moment like shedding pounds of weight from luggage she no longer needed to carry.

Julia heard out Tristin a little more about Bob and nodded with a big grin, catching the ball and rolling it back again, already in another catching stance as she was now rather invested in their little passing game. “So he’s like... A sounding board, huh? I get it, kinda like how my dad is with his cat. I think Bob’s a great guy. He can stick around.” She mused as if Tristin needed her acceptance of Bob, like it was an exclusive club. At a minimum, if this was a club, Bob currently wore the uniform...

The sudden beeping sound had Julia stop their game on her end, even making a little halftime gesture with her hands before moving the ball to the side and getting up to her feet to investigate. “...I think I know what that means.” She said as she saw the graphic just before Abymo pocketed her... Phone? Honestly the device she had been using mesmerized Julia even after she put it away, wondering just how neat it it would be to get to play with one of those and see what it could do. She spoke at them and gestured at Tristin, which Julia assumed she was commenting on Bob but maybe she was just being extra loving to Tristin since she didn’t get a chance to really dote on him earlier like she had Julia. If Tristin was fighting her to protect Bob he was doing a silly job of it, weakly batting at her as she gave his cheek a pinch with one eye closed in a pout... But at least that was a bit of spunk she hadn’t seen from him earlier.

Then the lady turned her attention Julia’s way and she looked up at the towering woman with a mix of worry and acceptance. When she reached in to fetch Julia out she turned to Tristin wth the same expression, trying to stay calm. “I think... I don’t think I’m going far.” She said with a touch of hopefulness that she wasn’t about to be taken somewhere else to sleep - She wanted to stay with Tristin right now, as separating them would remove the one person who understood her from the picture and vice versa for him. “Your first time in our crib, I hope you have a comfy sleep little girl. Oh, your little laugh is just precious sweetheart, I can’t wait to hear more.” Abymo continues to make baby sounds at Julia who just sort of sat there and listened since it meant nothing much to her, finding herself at the crib side before too long.

“Phew, okay... I’ll be in here then.” She said to herself as the woman leaned over and tucked her into the bedding, being very motherly and tender about it all. The covers were gently folded back and Julia was nestled inside, sinking into the impossibly comfortable fluff of the baby bed, confirming her suspicion about just how relaxing it was. There was a baby scent to it but mostly she was engulfed in the scent of clean linens, looking around the crib a little bit as the blanket was gently folded back over her and the big lady tucked her in. “I...Umm, thanks..” Julia said bashfully, figuring that her captors weren’t trying to embarrass her like this - They were being very sweet in fact, it was just too much for Julia’s ego to be treated like a baby. She couldn’t forget how she’d been kidnapped and manhandled by that factory before being sent here, of course...

The woman was saying something over near the playpen, which got Julia curios as she slipped up out of her bedding and toddled over to the crib bars, finding herself falling forward a few times into the bedding since the combination of her thick diaper and the fluff beneath her feet made walking extra tough. Propped up against the bars, the baby-dressed girl tried to see what was going on. Was Tristin... Trying to hide? Did he not want to sleep or something? She hoped he didn’t accidentally mess up her work over there, realizing she’d failed to tell him about what she’d done to the toy.

There was a sound from the lady and afterwards she could tell that Tristin had been caught, which made her scramble back into her spot in the crib, having to crawl the whole way since it was faster given her misbalance. She sloppily slunked back into the covers and waited patiently as if she hadn’t moved, but Abymo knew as soon as she came back that her little ‘wiggle worm’ had been up and about for the few moments she was gone. The lady had Tristin and Bob with her and even tucked the two of them in together since he was so attached to the toy as soon as it was back in his arms. Then, as if Julia would have grown restless and jealous without one too, she held out a lighter colored bear with a little ascot but no onesie or even other clothes like what Bob had. The toy was impossibly soft and Jula did cuddle against it, not exactly finding peace with it as Tristin did but it had such a nice texture that she could see herself falling asleep with it even back in her own bedroom... Sans the diaper and baby getup of course.

The pair of them were tucked in, Julia for a second time, but now together with Tristin and their two bear buddies. Julia would be fine with this but the objects that the big lady pulled out for them made her cringe a little as she noted the pair of pacifiers made of a shiny plastic with a big translucent teat on each. Tristin just seemed to take his as she lowered it into his mouth and Julia didn’t understand why he was so accepting, but then she thought bout how she thanked the lady earlier and it kinda made sense... She still flinched as her own pacifier was moved down in front of her face, giving a small whimper as it was held there with expectation. “Eh, uh, that’s nice lady but I don’t think I nhewd ah pawashiff...Mmm.” She spoke in reasoning as Abymo slipped it into her mouth while she was ‘babbling’, giving a sort of displeased pout as she crossed her eyes and looked down at the guard now sitting over her lips, the pacifier’s teat being even more mouth filling than the bottle nipple had been if only by a bit.

Julia accepted the second hand kiss and wiggled a little, not sure how to feel as she was being doted on again. The lady shared some more words and then left the pair, a few seconds of pitch black overtook the crib before a subtle twinkling began to fade in with a rotary nightlight that cast gentle stars and such began to awaken in the absence of the room’s previous illumination. Julia’s first move was to pull her arm up from under the covers and take out her pacifier, not seeming to mind it so much that the tossed it but she didn’t intend to take to it again. “Hey Tristin... Umm, I’m... Sorry about today. I don’t feel like we could have really avoided this in hindsight but it just... I dunno, I guess I just wanted to tell you how I felt.” She said with little point but... That pointless statement meant something from her heart even if she couldn’t properly articulate it. “We’ll get out of here, I’m sure. Let’s just... Play it cool for now I guess.” She said with little certainty as she wasn’t sure how cool you could be stuck in a onesie.

Julia gave a small and impossibly cute yawn and sank into her crib bedding a little more, feeling pretty darn worn out from everything. She figured it could be worse - She did get clean and she was fed, even if it was some sort of milk... The thing they uncovered could have vaporized the both of them so in a very small way she was happy if only at the bare minimum that she was alive and in one piece... Even if she had to wiggle and whimper a little more at the still present sensations afflicting her kitten. She’d also been able to blow off at least some steam earlier and that likely had an affect on her current state of mind. “Goodnight Tristin.” She muttered as the calming nature of the crib, the room and the lightning all mixed with her exhaustion until she was drifting right away to dreamland...

Eventually the two would find sleep, and Julia would wiggle and roll over towards Tristin, being a side sleeper usually. She cuddled her toy but essentially pressed against him a little, looking like she would had snuggled up to him if not for that, though she likely would have stirred away at some point... Maybe. She never put her pacifier back in as expected so it sat somewhere near the top portion of her pillow area, hanging about while she slept soundly... Like a baby.

The following morning came despite the pair sleeping in. A natural light seemed to be glittering in from somewhere mostly diluted by a screen or blinds, keeping it from being harsh or invasive to the well maintained nursery. As Julia stirred, she half expected it to have all been some sort of fever dream but she wasn’t that surprised when she found herself in a foreign place - Still in the crib, still beside Tristin and still dressed as a baby. It was far too vivid of an experience to be a dream.

One of the first things she noticed was that she needed to go pee, and it was more urgent than a usual morning trip to the bathroom would facilitate. It was as if her body had been holding it in almost all night and it startled her just how bad the need was to go, the girl reaching a hand down under the covers to press against her still dry diapered crotch. Luckily for her those pesky feelings of neediness had subsided overnight but she wasn’t exactly crazy about her new situation of needing to pee while stuck in a diaper.

She really didn’t want to call out and risk waking Tristin, but she also really didn’t want to urinate right here in the bed... Even though it’s a different story with a diaper on. “Uhhh, hey ladies? I need to use the bathroom, so can I go? Uh, please?” She asked aloud to an empty still room, unsure if they were anywhere nearby enough to hear her. ‘It’s not like they’ll understand me anyways... But maybe if I make it to the bathroom they’ll at least know I’m not a baby.’ She thought, calling out again as she crawled around Tristin, accidentally pressing on his leg as she passed though she did try to avoid him. She stood up in the crib and held onto the bars, continuing to call out to her captors but she has devolved into ‘heeeey!’s and shaking the bars for an answer. In her desperation to get to a toilet she had missed how Tristin himself awoke, and the smell of urine faintly about the crib that seemed to strengthen slightly as he pulled himself free from the blanket with Bob under his arm...

Neither of them would know about the diaper checking mechanisms that were built into a system in this room either, though the ladies were in charge of all changing and such unless otherwise specifically requested of the advanced system that had been entirely unutilized... Until now that is.

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Tristin lay on the cribs impossibly soft mattress and listened to Julia as she spoke.

"Julia," he said, removing his pacifier. "This is all...well its like I said, it's all nonsense. I don't blame you for anything. I blame myself for touching that blasted robot, if I hadn't we wouldn't be in this mess,"

He indicated their current state of dress and surroundings.

"Please, if anything I should be apologising to you...sorry. But...thanks for telling me how you feel, you're right, we just need to play along for now and wait for an opportunity."

Julia yawned, he tried hard not to smile at how cute she looked doing so, before she flopped onto the downy mattress. Tristin found he couldn't resist as a yawn of his own took hold, stretching out his arms as he too sank into the mattress. Everything was catching up to them, the abduction, factory, the two aliens and the bottle feeding it had all just worn them down.

He cuddled Bob close, like he would sometimes do with his pillow at home. He usually slept better with something to snuggle with anyway so the action was familiar, calming, and coupled with the soft lights, downy bedding and general nature of the nursery at night, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He wiggled a little at the sensations still affecting his boy parts, although they seemed to be fading as he slipped closer to sleep.

"M,night Julia," he mumbled, dimly aware that she had said something. Snuggling down under the covers with Bob, he stuck the pacifier back in his moth and began to suckle, the action proving to be the final thing which tipped him over the edge and into the land of dreams.

If anyone asked why he did it, he wouldn't have been able to give a straight answer. He initially accepted the pacifier out of resignation at their predicament, but once it was in place he found sucking on it helped keep him calm, maybe it had been dipped in something beforehand? He didn't know, all he recognised was that he felt better with it.

They slept soundly through the night, Tristin shifting a bit as Julia snuggled against her bear, which was sandwiched between them both.

Come morning, Tristin was sleeping soundly, Bob tucked into his arms, but he was disturbed when he felt someone crawling over his leg, although thanks to the plush mattress it wasn't an abrupt awakening.

"Mngh..." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes with a mitten. "Waz goin on?"

He saw Julia at the bars of crib, and reality caught up with his brain

"Gweat," he muttered sullenly behind the pacifier. It had not been a fever dream brought on by too much exercise.

He pulled himself free from the blanket with Bob, only for an acidic smell to tickle his nostrils, something like...ammonia? No that wasn't it.

The answer came as he moved his legs to try and crawl to Julia, wet padding pressing against his crotch. He stopped and looked down at his onesie, a mitten slowly, almost disbelievingly descending so he could press it against the diaper that hugged his hips. A soft squish and the damp sensation against his skin confirmed it.

"B...but...wha...how?" he stammered, pressing his mitten against a few different places on the diaper, but the story was the same. It wasn't just wet, he had saturated the thing, like he had just emptied his bladder all at once. He hadn't even woke up or felt it during the night, it had just, happened.

He had we himself like a little baby.

He sat in a stunned silence, watching Julia as she kept calling out to the aliens, her movements getting close to the infamous 'potty dance'. She was on the verge of doing what he had managed without thinking.

He yelped in surprise and something slipped inside his legband, scrambling backwards, he caught sight of another robot hand retracting towards the ceiling. A yelp from Julia called his attention back to the crib and he saw a second hand had a finger in the legband of her diaper, although she was blushing and whimpering on the mattress rather than retreating, and he suspected the surprise might have triggered her bladder.

As he crawled over to Julia, the processor connected to those hands ran the data it had just collected.

DIAPER CHECKS COMPLETE-CHANGES REQUIRED-ALERTING CARETAKERS-PREPPING HUMANS

More hands emerged from the ceiling and descended towards the pair.

"Go away!" he cried out. "We're not going through all that again!"

He batted at them with Bob, but the stuffed bear wasn't a match for the machines, they had dealt with unruly babies before and simply snaked behind him.

He yelped in surprise, dropping bob to the mattress as he was abruptly lifted upwards from under the armpits. He heard a similar noise from Julia as the arms carried them both out of the crib and over to the changing table, which was wide enough for the pair of them. Wiggling and kicking in the iron grip of the machines, Tristin was plopped onto his back on the padded table top, Julia following a minute later as a strap was secured over them both to keep squirmy babies in place.

He squirmed and grimaced at the unpleasant sensation of cold, wet padding squished against his butt. He looked down as the hands went for the crotch of his onesie, undoing the poppers and lifting the cloth, to reveal his heavily soaked pamper, the pristine front was actually discoloured from hoe heavy it had been and he blushed furiously in embarrassment as it lifted his legs and pressed the damp cotton against his butt.

ANALYSING-SUBJECT CLASSIFIED HEAVY WETTER-ADJUSTING NIGHT DIAPERS APPROPRIATELY

Unaware of the machines calculations, he struggled as the machines ripped the tapes off his moist pamper, pulling off the garment and exposing his moistened crotch to the chilly air. He shivered and blushed as the machine released his legs, only to get an accidental glance at Julia as the machines did the same thing to her.

"This...is...so embarassing," he muttered. "I havn't wet myself in years, I havn't worn a diaper in years..."

Cheeks burning, he felt Julia grip his mittened hand with hers, trying hard not to look at her bare princess parts, they shared sympathetic look of shared humilation.

This was interrupted as the door opened for Abymo and Tazail to enter.

"Looks like the little goobers are up," said Tazail, coming over to Tristin. "Ready for your diapee change little man, I bet you are."

He blushed as the giant alien woman gushed at his predicament, huffing in frustration he folded his arms.

"Aww, someones all pouty today," she cooed, pulling up the open onesie to expose his bare tummy. "let me turn that frown upside down."

She promptly blew a raspberry on his tummy, and Tristin, taken by surprise, broke into peals of laughter as she assaulted his sensitive skin with tickled and raspberries, kicking out his legs in unwanted mirth.

"There's my happy baby," she smiled, booping his nose. "Now lets get that cute bottom of yours into a nice, fresh diaper." She lifted his legs with one hand as the machines returnd, this time with a tray of supplies which it offered to Tazail. She whipped a wet wipe out of a box and went to work cleaning Tristins butt, making his squim and wiggle in utter humiliation as she cleaned between his butt cheeks and over his crotch. He stifled a whimper as the wipe passed over his penis, Tazail apparently not noticing, or not acknowledging, the noise as she disposed of the wipe and patted down his bottom with a powder puff, the sweet smell of baby powder filling the air as she took a bottle and sprinkled it over his groin and up his tummy.

He let out a cute sneeze that had her gushing as she lifted his legs and slipped a new diaper under his bottom. He grimaced as it crinkled loudly beneath him, at least the padding was soft and dry.

She smiled at him as she taped it shut, releasing the belt so he could sit up and toke in the new diaper, this one covered in purple alien vehicles like the pod that brought them here. He poked it with a mitten and felt how it hugged his hips like a cloud. It was no thicker than the last but it somehow felt, fluffier? Is that even possible.

"Glad you like your new diaper," cooed Tazail. "But I think the two of you could use some nice, new clothes."

He had no idea what she was saying, but as soon as she pulled off the onesie, he had an idea. The mittens came next, un-cinching themselves as she held up what looked like a keycard to them and then his booties. Bereft of the mittens, he flexed his fingers and cracked his knuckles, it felt good to be out of those things so he let her remove the booties without resistance. Until she took hold of one of his feet and tickled his toes, still gushing and cooing as he giggled and squirmed on the table. Releasing his foot, she lifted him off the table and set him down on the floor, heading for a closed with Abymo, who set Julia down next to him.

He *eeped* and quickly turned away as Julia did the same, the reality that they were both naked, except for their diapers. Although that hadn't stopped them getting an eyeful of each other once again, Julia's body really was cute, he admitted it, but it just made him blush once again as he he looked back and caught her doing the same. They were just work buddies, that was it, that was it...

He turned to watch as the two giant, alien women rummaged through the closet, comparing items of baby clothes. He swallowed nervously as they seemed to reach a decision, aware that they would have no say in whatever they chose to dress them in.