Two Little Abductees (Private for MingleMonster & Curio1579)

[MingleMonster]

Julia could feel squirming happening behind her, the slightly shifting crib bedding could only be Tristin so she didn’t pay him any mind. How could she? She was too desperate for the bathroom to care about anything besides that, her focus becoming tunnel vision as she held back against the seemingly inevitable accident, even feeling like she had let out a little stifled spurt into her diaper as she wiggled and rocked about. “Come on! Can you two really not hear me? I really gotta’ go!” She complained, more vigorously shaking the bars while Tristin inspected his utterly soaked diaper.

There was a surprised yelp from behind and just for a moment Julia lost her focus on attempting communication skills she could maintain her dignity. “What’s the deal...?” She asked as she turned her head back, seeing Tristin scooting on his bottom backwards a bit... ‘What was with his diap-...? Oh...’ Julia realized that he’d already lost the fight with not wetting himself and perhaps had never even put up one, which made her feel some second hand embarrassment for him as well as a sinking feeling that this was somehow intentionally inevitable. A squeak of her own came out when something dug into her legband and poked about her diaper’s crotch and taint, a sudden sensation that seemed to make her body want to fight back against the cold invasive metal with a warm show against it... Julia lost her fight and realized a few seconds after it had began to happen that she was indeed wetting her diaper, feeling the color drain from parts of her face while her blush flared up across her cheeks. Being directly peed on was all the proof that the hands seemed to need as it pulled away as rapidly as it came with Julia flumping down onto her still mostly dry diaper as it steadily became not so, landing in a W-sit in the crib with the tiniest tears in the corners of her eyes, staring at her padded crotch in shame.

There was a noise, language of the giant’s kind that rang through the room that definitely reminded Julia of the factory but it was a lot softer sounding if only marginally so, like it was trying to be both direct and at a minimum not abrasive though it was far from comforting tonally. Julia feared that this meant more intervention and was unfortunately right as hands came down from above, eliciting a pair of gasps from the two of them though Julia didn’t move from her position, feeling like there was nowhere to run. Although the still pacified Tristin and Bob fought valiantly against the hands he was still scooped up out of the crib in a rapid grab under his arms and Julia couldn’t help but squeak as hands did the same for her. The whole time she’d be in the midst of her accident, something that at least she could hear pretty clearly all the way up until the mechanical whirring of the arms holding her body moved the pair of them away towards the changing table with Julia concluding her wetting along the way.

The table seemed huge to the two but with the way things were for all they knew this was the standard size of changing tables. Getting sat down on her freshly wet diaper next to Tristan made Julia grimace as well though her sensations were quite different. Where the diaper had been soft, cottony and fluffy feeling all the way up until now, wetting it had caused it to expand and grow warm, damp and squishy, the material seemingly melting into an entirely different sensation within the diaper though when wet it seemed to hold closer more than ever. It was her turn to be very embarrassed; Tristin had been spared having to have his accident around Julia but she fully lost control right next to him... There’s no way he hasn’t heard her peeing herself and the thoughts were catching up with her, making her whine for different reasons than simply being pushed back onto her back and strapped down to the table though that was distressing for the girl as well.

Julia wanted to ask Tristin what was up with the pacifier but she was embarrassed silent, watching as more hands came down to their lower halves which invigorated their wiggling about. Julia got a decent kick against one of the hands but it didn’t seem to mind as it went back to it’s job helping to open up her onesie, popper after popper until they were all unbuttoned and the onesie was pulled away a bit to reveal her wet diaper, making her whimper again as she crinkled about. She noticed that there were very subtle differences in her diaper and Tristin’s mostly just around the top where the landing zones had slightly different designs and colors but the factory had put them in some rather basic if still embarrassing diapers so they hadn’t exactly been customized to be the most babyish looking things.

Julia had her legs lifted as well but unlike Tristin who got a full on mooshing from one hand kneading against his diapered butt she got what was more like pats on hers - It served a similar purpose but the bottom pats were a touch rougher like extremely light spanks, and the pats didn’t help with those sensations that she’s hoped would stay within yesterday - though it wasn’t nearly the teasing she’d gotten prior. Suddenly, her tapes were yanked open and the diaper was taken away, slipping out from under her bottom with her legs still raised before they were let go of, leaving her naked from the waist down... And Tristin as well as she discovered by looking over his way and catching sight of his manhood, blushing with a little “sorry!” At the sight. She had looked over that way actually to take a look at his diaper, watching it get balled up and taped onto itself before both of their baby pants were moved away presumably to a bin near the changing table. His diaper was swollen full when she saw it, finding that an impressive feat with how small her bladder seemed to be, which occurred to her wasn’t a good thing if she was being forced to wear diapers... Although neither of them knew about Tristin’s new thicker nighttime diaper designation it would have made sense why he got such an ‘upgrade’ and she was left out - She may have piddled for awhile but the diaper wasn’t nearly as soaked as Tristin’s.

“Yeah... I know how you feel Tristin.” Julia responded, unable to find a cheeky response inside of her unlike her bottle feeding joke from yesterday. Julia had slipped her mittened hand over Tristin’s and gave it a bit of a squeeze, squirming just a bit as she felt him squeeze back. Exacerbating her embarrassment was that, unlike the weaning, Julia was suddenly recalling that she hadn’t had the same expedited luck at getting out of Pull-Ups in her youth... An embarrassing memory that was just making her current situation that much more blush inducing.

...Then the ladies showed back up, immediately cooing at the two as soon as they re-entered the room. Julia whimpered in frustration, having been ignored and forced to wet herself earlier seeing the two women had Julia feeling grumpy since they seemed to be perfectly capable to arrive when she needed a diaper change but not beforehand. “Morning babies! How is the little girl? Did you have a good sleep dear?” Abymo asked the pair strapped to the table, neither of them looking enthused at the moment.

“Did a certain pair of angels have a little piddle? Let’s get the two of you put back together again, okay?” Abymo cooed as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Tazail and patted Julia’s little tummy while the ‘baby’ girl let out another wiggly whine alongside her huffy partner who’s grumpiness was offset by his still present pacifier. Julia looked over at Tristin as he began to kick and yell out in admittedly adorable laughter as his designated caretaker blew raspberries onto him to try and adjust his mood.

“Okay cutie, up we go.” Abymo said to Julia as she picked up her legs first while Tristin was still being tickled and teased playfully, making Julia gasp as she saw more mechanical things moving at the foot of the changing table. They weren’t exactly arms but more like mechanical trays that came up from the table and delivered the changing supplies to the ladies, each item all set aside in neat fashion for ease of access. The first thing that Abymo claimed from the tray was a wet wipe and, after lifting Julia’s bottom a little more, began to clean up her rear with tender touches, being sure to pat her pussy down with strokes from the wipes as she reached that point.

“Ngggh...! S-Stop, not... Not right here...” Julia whimpered, not wanting to have her princess parts played with even if involuntarily with Tristin right here beside her. Her legs were set down and spread only long enough for her pubic area and her special spots to get another pass before her legs were taken up again. Tristin was making his own little noises from being cleaned so at least Julia wasn’t the only one but it didn’t exactly make her feel better about her own squeaks from the sensations.

“Tazail, are you still sleepy? We’re supposed to use oil during changes too.” Abymo teased Tazail, who just sort of casually rolled her eyes at the suggestion while Abymo grabbed the bottle of scented baby oil and began to pour it over Julia’s bottom and diaper area. “No, I know, I just didn’t think this little guy needed any this morning.” She responded as she powdered his bottom and pat at it with a puff, making him sneeze adorably. “Naaaaw, such a cutie! Did I accidentally tickle your nose little guy?” Tazail cooed at Tristin, going right back to powdering his rump and genital areas with the puff for a few moments more after slipping his diaper beneath him. Meanwhile, Julia was squirming and having a pleasurable fit as Abymo massaged oil into her up and down, back and forth all around her diaper area. Julia couldn’t imagine she did it on purpose but she felt like this giant caretaker was spending a touch too much time on her sensitive lower lips and clit, both sighing in relief and stifling another whimper as the woman finished smoothing the oil into her flesh.

Tristin was already getting his diaper put onto him while Julia was just getting started with being powdered herself, hearing the ripping sounds of diaper tapes opening up, making her whimper as she knew it was just a matter of time for herself. “Bah, bah... Bah-bah-bah-bah~!” The lady made little sounds at Julia as she coincided her powder pats against her sex, making the girl blush at how infantile she was being treated. The puff was eventually set back down and her own diaper was taken from the tray, eliciting one more wiggle from Julia against her tummy strap before her legs were picked up and the now unfolded diaper was laid beneath her. She looked down between her legs and watched as Abymo slowly lifted the front of the diaper up and over her, placing the top around her waist and opening he tabs to press them into place - Sealing her into another diaper. Somehow this one was more embarrassing both because the little happy critters on the front and overall design were more babyish somehow but also because she’d been changed out of a wet diaper into a dry one, as if this is just how things were for her.

“Humph...” Julia grumped before her strap was undone and she was gently pulled up onto her bottom in a sitting position, Tristin having already been taken from the table. The diaper was a lot like the last one in it’s bulky feel and impossibly soft interior but this one looked fluffier and a bit more boxy, feeling like it was just... Designed cuter somehow. Julia gave her new baby garment a few thigh shifts to test it before she was taken from the table and given a hug against Abymo, pressing her onesie-covered small breasts against the lady’s large uniform clad ones... Or at least they were large to Julia.

Julia was sat back down onto the changing table on her bottom and immediately had her onesie shucked from her head, which she didn’t complain about. She did cross her arms over her exposed chest when it was fully off though, embarrassed that she was now down to just her mittens, booties and fresh diaper. Abymo produced some sort of keycard thing from her uniform and used it on Julia’s mitten, not even noticing that it was doing anything until after the lady flashed it near one of her booties and started to slide it down from her foot. “Huh?” Julia asked as she had her booties removed, holding out both arms in front of her with a look of curiosity and expectation as her mittens followed suit with ease, almost being taken off at the same time. Julia wrung her hands together now that she could, feeling like she’d just been freed from the world’s softest handcuffs. “That’s better. Uh, thanks again... I guess.” Julia half-heartedly thanked Abymo for freeing her of the restrictive items but if she could have done that at anytime she wished she’d done it a lot sooner.

“Aaaaah - boop!” Abymo said in a sort of soft toned action accompaniment to moving Julia down onto her freshly changed rump beside Tristin, having her head pat softly before Abymo stepped away to help choose their outfits. There was a moment where Julia didn’t even think about it but looking up into Tristin’s blushing face reminded her that she was indeed naked from the waist up, crashing her down from her elation at being freed from the mittens. “Eeee-yeeep!” She squeaked and scooted around on her bottom with a crinkle, which Tristin did the same almost at the same time. His lithe effeminate frame was cute she couldn’t deny, and even though he lacked muscle there was a fairness about Tristin that made him nice looking to Julia though she felt those thoughts were hardly appropriate. This was a poor time for her to remember how noisy she’d been on the table from getting teased and she covered her mouth and sunk her head down a bit in embarrassment... Tentatively looking back over her shoulder with a peering eye only to yelp and snap her head back around again as she noticed Tristin was doing the same, now covering her whole face once again in embarrassed shame.

Julia was too wrapped up in being a glowing pink beacon of embarrassment to worry about what the giant ladies were doing, but she could hear the pair across the nursery making some sort of racket and talking amongst themselves despite not understanding any of it... “Oh, look at this one! Think this would be good for the little boy?” Tazail asked Abymo who nodded yet responded slightly differently. “Yeah, it’d be good, but I preferred your first choice. Maybe if you took these, and mixed it with this?” She said about something, two different articles of clothing from different selections it seemed, trying to reach a middle ground decision to help her caretaker partner. “Hmm, yeah maybe... It’s so hard to choose! I kinda want to run him through both just to see.” She replied, now holding two different items in her hands as she compared the two side by side. “...And run the risk of irritating the little guy? Let’s just stick with one outfit for now, I think he’ll be cute in whatever you decide on.” Abymo replied.

Tazail knew she was right and should have noted how he’d feel herself but dressing her charges was her weakness. “Yeah, you’re right... You’re lucky, little girls are easier to clothe, especially ones as cute as her.” Tazail playfully chided Abymo as she seemed to make up her mind on her clothing choice for Tristin, grabbing the clothing from their hanging spots in the closet. “Ugh, are you kidding? Put the wrong outfit on a little lady and she’s bound to strip it off as soon as you’re not looking if she doesn’t like it.” Abymo said, seemingly talking about some specific experience she had before. “Well, I don’t think we’ll be having that problem with this one. She seems to prefer being clothed unlike many humans we’ve had.” Tazail confirmed, closing up the closet door as the two ladies had their outfits together.

The two bashful ‘babies’ sat facing away from each other, but Tristin was the first to react since he was watching closer. “Huh? What’s...?” Julia said as she turned her head around, trying not to look at Tristin as if he needed girl privacy. When she saw the ladies approaching with clothes - their clothes - she let out a small gasp and her features darkened once again, knowing which one was for her. “Okay you two, it’s time for your play clothes!” Tazail cooed as she walked over and got down on her knees, grabbing Tristin under his arm to softly tug him towards her. She scooted forward on her knees a bit more when she realized he wasn’t going to crawl to her and cooperate. Julia wanted to just hide so she turned around and began to crawl off, her rear rapidly crinkling for a few seconds before she was stopped by Abymo heading her off and standing before her, squatting down in front of the girl who whimpered at the inescapability if her situation.

“Now now sweetie, let’s not make this a chase.” Abymo teased and gave a small finger wag though it didn’t seem like she was upset at all. Julia allowed herself to be handled in defeat and let the large lady move her as she likes to get her into position... For Julia it was as simple as being out on her feet and having her arms lifted up so she could get something tugged over her, getting a head pat and a ‘good girl!’ from the caretaker as that was all that was required of her.

Opening her eyes and looking down, Julia would get an eyeful of her new play dress, a soft array of cute pastel colors with some minute floral touches here and there that seemed to be embroidered onto the body of the dress. The skirt portion of it at the bottom of her dress wasn’t exactly lengthy, still showing off a decent amount of the girl’s boxy diaper beneath which made her feel even more embarrassed about this than the onesie since at least that thing covered it up... Her arms were out to her sides as she turned slightly to look herself over, feeling smaller than ever dressed as she was. “Boop! You’re such a precious baby, oh my word.” Abymo cooed at the confused looking ‘little girl’ in front of her, that boop to her nose being a surprise to Julia who started to wave her arms backwards in small unbalanced windmills before losing said balance completely and falling into her puffy butt with a rush of escaping air, filling the immediate area around the girl with the scents of baby oil and powder which didn’t help the girl’s case.

Tristin arguably got out better as he’d been dressed in a play tee shirt with some sort of cute creature on the front that was presented in a sort of half spiral. The creature was like a ferret with small wings on it’s head just above it’s ears, clearly something foreign to either of the abductees but was likely a real thing in this world... Even if it too was fictitious, like a monster from some sort of show or children’s programming. To coincide with the tee shirt Tristin also received a pair of play shorts that had a matching color compliment to his shirt, the shorts having some elasticity to them to allow a good fit even with a diaper on - In fact especially with a diaper on since it was designed for babies. Unfortunately Tristin wouldn’t be able to fully hide his shame since the waist of the diaper stuck up out of the waist of the shorts, unveiling some of his babyish underpants in part at all times. His tee didn’t help him much either as it wasn’t too short on him but it didn’t hang off of him ether, doing little to cover the still visible parts of the diaper.

“Aaaaaaaa, I love it! Look at him Abymo, he’s the cutest little button!” Tazail fawned over Tristin, pulling the boy into a hug against her tummy since she was sitting on her knees still. “Yeah, you did good Tazail. These two clean up nice, huh?” She responded, looking down at the still pouty Julia who was more embarrassed looking than anything. “So sweetie, ready for more?” She asked Julia as she picked her up and got fully back up on her feet - the large woman carrying Julia over towards some of the playthings in the room where Tazail would likely be taking Tristin. Abymo patted Julia’s diaper butt the whole way there which made her blush and squirm, knowing that there was essentially nothing she could do about having her diaper out on display with this dress on, which meant that Tristin would likely see a lot of her fluffy rear...

Abymo had a seat and set the human girl in her lap, Julia instantly tried pulling her dress’ hem down to cover her diaper with some success though she had to lean a bit to get the coverage she wanted which Abymo corrected her to sit up again, eliciting a whine from the girl. “It’s okay sweetie, this’ll only take a minute and then you get to play.” She cooed softly over the girl as she fished some cute hair ornaments from her uniform - A pair of soft ties with little animal faces on them, designed to hold hair together all on their own when used correctly. As for Tristin, he was left to stand in the middle of the nursery while Tazail stepped away towards the crib to collect his stuffed bear for him, having been told of his attachment to it by Abymo before they arrived in the nursery today.

“He seems to really like that pacifier, he’s kept it in all this time.” Tazail said looking back at Abymo who was currently corralling a confused Julia to keep her still so she could work on her hair. “Yeah, he’s taken to it easily. Fine be me... I bet he used one on the other side as well.” Abymo replied, cooing and shushing the still struggling Julia who was making a little fuss of her situation. Had Tristin been able to understand the two he might have had some second thoughts about the pacifier, or maybe even some first ones since it seemed to just be something he wasn’t thinking about for the moment though that could change at any time.

Tazail returned with the teddy bear Bob in her hands and scooped up Tristin, bringing him over by Abymo and Julia to get everyone together. “Aaaand done! There we go sweetie, was that so bad?” Abymo said to Julia as she gave her a quick tickle on her sides, picking her up by her waist and letting her puff back down into her lap to try and distract her from being fussy. Julia’s blonde hair now had two twin pigtails in it held together by the cute ornaments on the hair restraints - It wasn’t done in a way that was painful or even uncomfortable, but it still made Julia feel childish when she brought her hands up to inspect her adorable new hairdo and could tell what was up there even if she couldn’t really see herself right now. From Tristin’s perspective she was almost painfully cute like this... “Oh, no no baby, leave them alone.” Abymo said as she gently shooed Julia’s hands away from the hair ornaments, turning the girl around in her lap so she could face up at the lady.

“Please... Isn’t the diaper enough? In fact, can I get something to cover it up with... At least?” She asked of her captor caretaker who just cooed at her in response, obviously not being heard on the matter... The lady cupped Julia’s face in her hands and began to press her cheeks and wiggle her face about, making baby sounds at her before retiring that and making the girl roll back out of her lap onto the carpeted floor behind her. Abymo was clearly just trying to make her do something cute as she made Julia lay on her back and rolled her legs backwards a bit so her dress essentially fell a little, bicycling her legs gently while her diaper was on full display as well as some of her naval, Julia’s embarrassed expression locked onto Tristin who was getting a show from her inadvertently at the lady’s amusement.

Tristin was of course getting played with intermittently by Tazail who was using his new friend Bob as a companion partner to her baby cooing, making him speak her foreign language down at him in babyish tones, trying to get him on board with this new playtime. She had Bob snuggle against him, kiss him about the face and she herself even gave him little chin tickles and smooched his forehead at one point, clearly enjoying herself as she doted on the poor human boy.

All of this would just be the beginning of their playtime with these two, having finally got them after they’ve rested, been changed and freshly clothed. These two would devote their attention to the ‘babies’ fully for awhile, and they had plenty of toys and things around them to make them feel as little and loved as possible.

[Curio1579]

Tristin yelped as Tazail grabbed him under his arms, nervously suckling on the pacifier he had yet to get rid of. His diaper crinkling, the babyfied human was pulled sat on his butt in front of the giant alien.

"Arms up sweetie," she cooed, as she pulled on his wrists, Tristin complied, knowing there really wasn't a way out of this, although he wished they weren't being manhandled so much.

A T-Shirt was guided over his arms and onto his body, his head popping through the opening at the top. He looked down at the design, a cutesy ferret with winds smiled up at him from the fabric as Tazail gently pushed him onto his back and drew up his legs once again.

*Nuk Nuk Nuk* The pacifier was being suckled a mile a minute as he tried to keep calm. Tazai pulling a set of elastic play shorts down his thighs and over his diaper. The waistband snapping shut and sending a cloud of powder puffing out of his diaper.

"There we go," said Tazail, helping him back to his feet. "All ready for playtime."

Tristin nervously examined his new attire, at least it was better than the onesie, although not by much. The top of his diaper was peeking out of the waistband of the shorts. He tugged at the shorts and then his shirt, finding they were both just a little too small to hide the infantile badge around his hips, the diaper itself hugging him a little too tight in a few personal places.

Cheeks flushed yet again, he saw Julia, in her new baby dress, fall on her diapered butt with a loud crinkle and wondered which of them got the better deal.

Fawning over her newly dressed baby boy, Tazail pulled him into a tummy hug, as she had been on her knees to dress him, gushging over how adorable he looked while Tristin could do little except squirm and wriggle against her. Although, she did feel nice and warm, he wondered if her species was just warmer than a human.

"What's wrong baby?" enquired Tazail, although it was more of a rhetorical question a mother might ask a child. "I know, I think you're missing someone."

She stood and went back to crib, leaving Tristin standing on the rug, he watched as Julia was picked up by Abymo, who sat and started braiding the stuggling girls hair. Her dress was doing nothing to hide the fluffy diaper that encased her hips, the man blushing at the recent change they had both shared a moment ago. He watched as the two alien women shared a word before he was scooped up by Tazail.


"Hiya buddy!"

Her voice, now with a high falsetto, warbled as she produced Bob. His blush deepened as he realised what she was doing and tried to turn away, still unconsciously sucking on the pacifier.

"Aww don't be all pouty, Teddy is here to make you smile!"

He squirmed and wriggled as Bob was used to tickle his face, he turned again and got another look at Julia as Abymo set her in hr lap, the girls hair now in two pigtails which finished her infantile appearance and made her look so painfully cute he was sure it had to be crime.

His attention was diverted by Tazail as she had Bob 'crawl' up his body to his face, before using him to boop his nose one more. He spluttered as the bear then snuggled up against him, and he took the opportunity to pry Bob from his captor, although he subconsciously knew he had been willingly released. He hugged the bear and glared up at Tazail, but this just earned him a chin tickle.

"You are so cute when you're mad," she cooed, kissing his forehead.

He huffed again in frustration. This was getting them nowhere.


However, as he looked around the room, still sucking away, it helped his mind focus a little and he saw a shelf of storybooks by the playpen.

He tugged on Tazails sleeve as she continued to gush over him, pointing at the shelf.

"D'ere, oba dere!" he said around the pacifier. His eyes widening as he finally realised he was still sucking on it. As well as sound boarding, when he really needed to think, a habit he had was to suck on a lollipop to try and focus, but this had developed into something of a calming mechanism as well. In lieu of a lollipop he had been unconsciously suckling on the pacifier as everything around him kept pushing the limits of his embarrassment. One hand went to his face and he cautiously tapped a finger to the plastic shield in disbelief.

However this was overlooked by Tazail.

"Whats that sweetie, do you want a story?" she shifted him in her arms as she wandered to the shelf, his diaper rustling loudly. "How about this one," she muttered, pulling out one of the books. The cover had more of those alien glyphs on it, as well as cute cartoon characters dancing and running, but interestingly, it also had what were clearly humans, but like Tristin and Julia, they were drawn not only in diapers and baby clothes, but clearly acting like them as well.

She settled back in the rocking chair as Tristin was still getting over the pacifier he had now removed and was dangling from one finger. Jolting him back to reality as she rocked back and forth, opening the book to the first page. Like any childrens book it was mostly art, this time of humans on one side of a portal (though not in a factory, he noted). They were happily wandering through it to the other side, where depictions of giant alien men and women scooped them up into their arms.

"Once, upon a time," said Tazail, although Tristin had no idea what she was saying as she read. "There were lots of little people that needed mommies and daddies."

She turned the page, showing humans working and looking unhappy at their jobs, something he was unfortunately familiar with until recently. He stared at the glyphs and tried to memories any patters of shapes he could.

"They worked hard and were never happy," she continued. "But somewhere we were watching."

Another page, this time showing two aliens watching the humans on a screen, a male and female, both with the signature magenta eyes.

"Adonus and Evealana were two loving people, but they had no child of their own. But they were super smart, and saw a world of unhappy littles with no one to love them."

The page turned again, this time it showed the two aliens working on a machine.

"So they worked night and day to find a way to find a way to bring them to a loving home."

Next page, a double spread of a working portal and a human stepping through it, Adonus and Evealana looking shocked and happy at the same time.

"When it was done, they turned on their portal, the first one ever, and it worked! Bringing through the first little human ever!"

The page was turned again, this time he saw the human in question, a blonde man in a lab coat who was being hugged by the aliens pair, all were smiling. He doubted thats what happened.

"He was so happy to be away from all that lonely work, all the sadness with no playtime, that he was overjoyed to be adopted by them."

Next page, this time the blonde human was in a diaper and onesie like they had been, but still smiling and hugging his new mommy. They were depicted as walking through a park, more humans and alien couples around them.

"But this was just the start," continued Tazail. "More unhappy humans were brought through the portal, and each found a loving family, they were never unhappy ever again, and could spend their days laughing and playing, while bringing joy to those who loved them.

Final page, Adonus, Eveala and the human were holding hands, and smiling up at them.

"And they lived happily ever after, the end."

Tazail sighed and hugged him close as she set the book down.

"Wasn't that a nice story" she said, gently patting Tristins head, but the humans mind was running so fast he had replaced the pacifier to help him focus. He hadn't understood a word of what she had said, but children's books were always made simple and easy to understand, even without reading. The images were enough to tell him that this clearly wasn't the first time humans had been taken, he wondered about all those missing persons you would see on the news or on milk cartons, how many of them were never found, how many were brought here.

Stunned, he just lay back in Tazails lap and let her stroke his hair, hugging Bob closer for comfort.

"Why do you always read that story?" asked Abymo.

"I think it's nice," replied Tazail, who wouldn't want to save a world of such adorable creatures from being sad all the time."

"I'm not saying it isn't," she responded, keeping one eye on Julia. "It's just you read that every time, why not give the little goobers something different?"

She held up a small, cone shaped device and set it on the ground, the top slowly opened and a thousand stars suddenly exploded from inside as it projected them on the walls and ceiling in a soft blue light.

Tristin was broken from his shock by the display, his mouth dropping open and the pacifier falling into Tazails lap. Transfixed as the shifting stars and colours, he barely registered Abymo and Tazail talking, Julia was similarly hypnotised, her eyes wide at the light show as the different coloured pinpricks danced and shifted into unfamiliar constellations.

Tazail shut the box after a few moments.

"These sensory toys are fine," she muttered, handing it back to Abymo. "But it doesn't beat actual playtime."

[MingleMonster]

Julia couldn’t believe the baby talk that Tristin had just sounded forth even if it was heavily influenced by the pacifier. It sounded so genuine, it was little wonder why they thought the pair of them were babies beyond just being smaller than them - They were both cute, and that was a problem in this situation.

Tazail picked up Tristin and let him bring Bob along for the ride as she carried him away towards the bookshelf he requested, noting that she’s collected a large looking picture book for him to listen to in her alien narration. Abymo let go of her little feet and stopped bicycling her legs, letting her roll to her side and try to sit up though she really only made it to a crawling position before she felt another pat on her crinkly dear. “Mnh, stop that!” She whined, looking back over her shoulder at the caregiving lady who just smiled back at her with a wide grin, looking around for something else that the two of them could play with.

Julia noticed that Tristin was enraptured by this book, or at least the pictures in it, and she kinda wanted to see what he was gawking at too. She crawled a short distance but found her ankle being seized by Abymo’s oversized hand and with a gentle yet firm tug she ended up on her tummy with her dress’ skirt portion beneath her chest since she’d been dragged on the super soft carpet a little ways... It didn’t hurt but it felt unnecessary and a bit mean spirited. “Oh no silly, you and I are having playtime right now so you’re sticking with me.” Abymo said to the clueless human girl as she picked her up around her exposed waist, the dress falling down around Abymo’s wrists a little to partially obscure them with how they were positioned. “Maybe baby wants to sort some shapes? Does the little girl want to play with some shape blocks?” She asked in the most admonishingly sweet tone she could leaving Julia embarrassed by it Ben if she didn’t know what was being said to her.

Julia got sat down in Abymo’s lap again after she’s fetched something from a shelf with the girl under her arm, still glancing back every so often as he was read to. She saw that he had his pacifier back in and assumed that Tazail had been responsible for it’s replacement, but a few more warm sounds from Abymo made her redirect her attention forward towards the item she’d collected.

Speaking of warm, Julia felt that anytime these ladies had touched them she’d felt warmth practically radiating off of them in a soothing sort of way - Like they were just warmer than she was. She’s have to talk to Tristin about it later, for now she was having the block toy set out in front of her looking like a compartment for blocks to be fed through different shapes holes. It had a few standard shapes that she would assume these toys to have but it also had strange stuff like a spiral and what looked like a pinwheel star to name a few. “Please don’t tell me you expect me to play with this?” Julia asked the lady, turning her head and feeling her new pigtails bob a bit with her motion. “Okay baby, right here! Right in front of you is a bunch of shapes sweetie... Can you put them where they go?”

Julia didn’t even know she was being instructed though Abymo’s pointing to the block recesses did show encouragement for her to play. The girl placed her hands on the carpet and just sort of pouted as she looked at these toddler toys, eventually getting Abymo to react. “Okay baby, let me show you how. First, you pick up a block...” The giant woman stayed with a coo as she took both of Julia’s hands and forced her to wrap them around one of the weighty blocks, really getting to see how large it was compared to her own hands made Julia whimper a little as she shifted side to side in her fluffy seat. “Good girl! Now you put it in there and see if it slides through. Go on, pick one!” Abymo future encouraged the girl though she did sort of guide her hands to the appropriate recess for her current block if only to show the ‘baby’ how to succeed with the toy.

Julia would be forced to go along with this game for awhile, getting praises, head pats and cheek pinches repeatedly from the woman for her troubles. She huffed a lot and tried to get away a few times but Abymo was adamant about playing with this, correcting her like she was just being a little fussy or maybe Julia’s attention span had lapsed for a moment. She didn’t even get to finish with th toy as she lazily picked up another block only to have it gently taken from her hands, which surprised Julia when she whined a little about having the agency taken from her. “Hey, I knew where it went...” She said without realization of how small she’d made herself sound. Abymo was talking to Tazail as she lifted Julia up and placed her against her hip, making the girl wiggle and blush at how weightless she was, as well as having her diaper pressed against her again in it’s soft embrace.

Julia’s lady grabbed some object from a counter as she approached the other lady and the ‘little boy’ she’d just read a story to, opening up this thing which poured an array of mesmerizing lights like stars all around the room, shimmering forth from it in an unbelievable kaleidoscope of constellations and wonder. Julia was enraptured by it for a moment before Tazail moved her hand out and closed the item up, instantly taking away the light show as she spoke to Abymo in what almost sounded like a little disappointed tone. Julia norted that the ladies seemed to have very different opinions of what the two of them needed to be exposed to but both of them had the wrong idea anyways so it all annoyed Julia...

Tristin would be recollected and moved back down to the floor, the two ‘babies’ reunited for their playtime. The two big ladies were insistent and both of them made sure they were occupied with different games and activities the whole time, though in the meantime Tristin explained what he’d seen in the book which made Julia’s heart sink... Slowly coming to the same conclusion as Tristin that they weren’t the first ones to be pulled away. “So... They kidnapped us because they thought that was what’s best for us? Are you sure that’s what the book said?” Julia asked though she knew that Tristin couldn’t confirm that at all, having to help with this winding toy that was somewhere between a ticker toy that you’d spin and a rattle of sorts.

There were more toys and such, more cooing and baby talk at the pair and eventually some big hugs for both of them that made Julia whine, but mostly because Abymo lifted her dress up and patted her exposed diaper butt right in front of Tristin and his friend Bob... Once again feeling jealous of his outfit even if the shorts bulged from the diaper and seemingly snuggled it against him a bit more.

After all, the two were set down next to each other and the ladies got up, leaving them in the floor of the nursery. “Whew... Okay, I think it’s time for a little break. You think these two will be okay if we go and grab some food?” Abymo asked the Tazail who nodded and agreed. “Yeah, that sounds good. These two will be fine on their own and if they try to climb onto any selves or anything the nursery will safely set them aside. We should also make some food for them too, they must be getting hungry.” She said as she looked over at the two ‘babies’ babbling to each other... They were having a little meeting, how cute!

The pair left the room and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving a tiny crack to it as they left down that hallway from earlier. “...Think this is our chance? To get back to that portal thing?” She suggested, tapping Tristin on the shoulder. Once they came to an agreement Julia lead the way, though she realized that crawling in front of Tristin would essentially just give him a diaper butt to follow... She sort of slowed down after a bit of crawling ahead and tried to stay more even with him, blushing over her constant exposé.

Julia cracked the door and looked out, glancing around to make sure he coast was clear. Neither of them were anywhere to be found, so Julia waved to Tristin and signaled for him to come along, not noticing if he had Bon with him or not. The tile was very cold compared to the soft carpet and the hard tile wasn’t as comfy to crawl on but they’d manage all the way to the back room, finding it closed properly unlike the nursery had been.

“Uh, okay Tristin, can you give me a boost? If I can reach the knob we’re home free.” Julia said, getting compliance for the plan before showing Tristin what she wanted. “Cup your hands like this and get ready to boost me. I may have to stand up for a moment to get it done but... Well, I’ll be quick.” She explained in a sort of ‘I’m sorry’ tone. She didn’t know how things were going for Tristin as she was boosted up but she felt a little wobbly in his hands and worried that she’d be dropped... But she managed to get the doorknob turned and miraculously it popped open for the two - They weren’t locked out after all!

After dismounting and sharing a short celebration with Tristin, Julia had time move out of the way of the door and opened it up, crawling then inside of the room left almost exactly the same as when they arrived. She crawled over to the hatch that opened up and requested Tristin’s help to open it, the pair of them team lifting to raise what was essentially the ceiling panel of the smaller room they’d ended up in right after the jump...

...Only to find that the pod was gone entirely, both of them staring into an empty room since the pod had been disassembled shortly after arrival. “Well well, take your eyes off of them for a moment, hmm?” The two would hear an alien voice from behind them, it was Abymo there in the doorway looking a little disappointed but she didn’t seem angry per say. “N-no! I wanna’ leave!” Julia said as the lady approached the two, scooping them up just as carefully as she did before, showing no malicious intent... It seemed almost like they were expected to do it which was tapering her emotions - After all, almost all of their charges had tried to do something like this, it was fairly common for their little humans.

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Reunited with Julia, Tristin explained what he had seen in the storybook as they were made to play with one of the alien toys.

"Yes, baby books are simple to understand," he answered, pacifier left on the floor beside him. "It was like something from George Orwell, all sanitised and 'safe'."

He made the air quotes with his fingers.

"Problem is I can;t say how accurate it is because of that, I need to see a proper History book, of course if I could read it that would be helpful as well."

The toy they were fiddling with began to spin and rattle, earning them some pats on the head and gushing congratulations, which only served to make them blush and squirm on their diapered bums.

They didn't have much choice but to put up with the two aliens for a few more hours, more hours of cooing babytalk as they were made to play with a number of baby toys. This eventually culminated in them both being lifted up into the two aliens arms for a pair of big hugs.

Tristin blushed as his diapered bum was patted, his diaper crinkling loudly, he blushed harder when Abymo lifted Julia's dress and he got an eyeful of her puffy padding and midriff. Either these aliens had no sense of shame, or they just didn't think babies were modest.

After they were set back down on the nursery floor, they both watched as the two aliens babbled to each other.

"Any idea how long it's been?" he asked, eyeing the two giants. "Has to have been a few hours now because my stomach is grumbling."

He mentally flushed at the idea of another bottle feeding. He looked dejectedly at Bob, who was lying near them.

"You think they do solid food?"

The bear was silent, he sighed.

The Julia was rapidly tapping his shoulder and pointing at the doorway, the two aliens had left, but the door wasn't shut properly. Julia asking if they should try and escape.

"We have to try, who knows if we will get another opportunity."

They tried to get up and run, but the diapers made that difficult so they ended up crawling to the door, Julia in the lead. She was moving quickly at first, but he suspected she realised he was having to watch her padded butt get thrust in his face, so she dropped next to him, the pai blushing and smiling awkwardly.

As she cracked the door open, Tristin made sure he still had Bob tucked away in his shirt, smiling when he saw the bear. He didn't care what anyone might say, he had lost Bob once, he was not doing it again.

Julia waved him on and they quickly crawled out into the corridor, the cold tiles made them shiver as it contacted their bare knees, and it was then Tristin realised they hadn't been given socks or shoes.

"Probably didn't want to ruin the carpet," he muttered, doing his best to keep an eye out as they crawled down the corridor until they found the door they had been originally taken out of. But it was closed completely, and the door knob was high above.

At Julia's instruction, he got down on one knee and cupped his hands. As she stepped into his hands, he stood and lifted her up as far as he could, grateful Julia was a small as she was as it meant she wasn't too heavy. Although his position did have some drawbacks as he effectively had his head up her dress and was getting a facefull of her diaper as he struggled to remain upright.

"I am never speaking of this to anyone," he muttered, as he wobbling slightly as Julia grabbed the door knob and twisted it open.

The door slid back and they shared a quick fist bump when she returned to earth, Julia likely ignoring his burning cheeks as they slipped inside. Finding the 'room' they had been initially sent to wasn't hard, it resembled a large white box from the outside. Helping Julia to lift the lid, he peered inside, hoping that this would all be over soon.

But the pod was gone, the room was empty, their wasn't a sign of anything having been there, even the portal.

His heart sank as Julia whined in dismay, only for his blood to then run cold at the alien voice from behind them both. The disappointment in her tone was obvious, and she quickly approached them, scooping up them both as they tried to run.

"Put us down!" he demanded, one arm gripping Bob, the other flailing ineffectually in the air along with his legs. "We are not babies! This is inhuman! It's humiliating! You have no right to do this!"

Abymo ignored their pleas and cries as she proceeded past the the nursery and through a second door into a kitchen/lounge with several large windows that framed a wide garden of purple plants. The appliances were separated from the living space by a line of cupboards and Tazail was attending to something on an oven hob, but there was also sets of mechanical arms at work preparing ingredients and working smaller appliances all around her.

"Guess they made a run for it?" she asked, turning to see the disappointed look on Abymos features as she held the two squirming humans.

"Yes, she muttered sadly. "Why do they do this? I tell them the story every time but few of them listen."

Tazail wiped her hands on the apron wrapped over her clothes and crossed to take Tristin from her friend, firmly holding onto the squirming, wailing human.

"Most of them are just too immature to understand," she consoled her friend. "But they eventually accept that we know whats best for them."

She went to brush Tristins cheek, but he angrily batted away her hand.

"Well, someones in a mood," she chided. "Just so long as they don't have a tantrum, We've had to spank a few of them because of it."

"I never like doing that," muttered Abymo.

"Neither do I," supported Tazail. "But sometimes it has to be done."

Meanwhile Tristin and Julia had been squirming and wriggling nonstop in the two aliens arms, Trstin in particular had seen how close the sofa was to him, of he could just get out of the giant woman's arms then he could fall to the sofa and roll off, running might be a challenge but he could hide under it and ditch the diaper.

Sadly, that wasn't going to happen just yet, as a sharp pat to his thigh had him freezing in place. Slowly turning his head, he looked up at the disapproving gaze of Tazail.

"Don't even think about it little man," she said sternly, and Tristin found himself shrinking back, cowed at her tone and expression.

"Is the kitchen done yet?" asked Abymo, still holding a similarly chastised Julia.

"Just needs a few more minuted for us, but it's done with the food for these little goobers," replied Tazail. "Let's feed them while it finishes and then we can give them a bottle before naptime."

Tristins gaze shifted as Tazail turned towards the line of counters separating the kitchen area from the lounge. The cupboards on the lunge side opened automatically and he watched as two high chairs folded out from the interior like a pop up book, one was blue and the other a soft purple/pink. Two bowls of steaming...mush...were set out on the plates along with two bottles of the same stuff from earlier.

Stomach dropping as he realised what was about to happen next, he fussed and wiggled as Tazail strapped him into the padded seat while a robotic arm tied a plastic bib around his neck.

"No, I'm not hungry, well I am hungry, but not for baby mush! Please, we're not babies! Let us go, please, please please."

But no matter how much he begged, it fell on deaf ears as Tazail set Bob on the sofa before taking a spoonful of mush from the plate and cooing as she offered it to him.

"Come on little man, who want some num nums?"

He huffed and folded his arms, mood very much soured by their failed escape. Tazail made some funny noises that he guessed were supposed to be aircraft or maybe a train as she made the spoon 'fly' towards him, but the human kept his mouth stubbornly closed as she gently pushed the plastic spoon against his lips, the mush splatting on his face and bib.

"I see someones going to be difficult," she said, "But we have a way around that."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Tristin suddenly burst out laughing as one of the robotic arms had snuck under the high chair and tickled his exposed sole, giving Tazail the perfect opportunity to shove the spoonful of food into his mouth.

"HAHAHA-MPFGH!"

The mush filled his mouth, almost like it expanded on contact as he was sure there had been less on the spoon. Whatever it was, he found his tongue hit by a variety of flavours, all rich and flavourful. It was like someone had set his taste buds to overdrive.

Tazail watched as the previously fussy Tristin stared ahead as he tried to process what he was eating. She smirked as he chewed for a moment before swallowing it down, licking his lips a moment later, still in a state of apparent awe.

"Got to love this stuff," she said to Abymo. "Nutritious enought satisfy the fussiest human, although I don't know what they see in it. Wouldn't feed that to my Calendum."

She sniffed the bowl and scrunched up her face in disgust, before preparing another spoon for Tristin.

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Julia couldn’t help but think about the report she’d gotten from Tristin, about how this was less of a mistake and more of an opportunity to harbor humans in a place like this... If that was the case then escape would be difficult, maybe even impossible. ‘No, you can’t think like that!’ She had to convince herself, otherwise she might give up hope and just accept that she was now stuck being a baby for some giant people’s amusement... These thoughts were a bit easier to push back as they focused on their escape and all of the embarrassments that came with it - Julia thought she was going to explode when she heard Tristin muttering about keeping to himself, knowing that he meant being up her dress while she got at the knob... She tried not to think about how wobbling back made her bottom press against something and that something must have been Tristin’s face, though she was still completely clean and smelled nice at least...

The thoughts of hopelessness returned with the discovery that their escape route was nowhere to be found and exacerbated by their discovery and following capture by one of the big ladies. “Enough, let us go! We’re not babies, we’re not! Can’t you see!?” She whined as she kicked about, entirely unable to do much of anything with how she was being held, not wanting to strike her but definitely wanting to voice her discomfort.

Being brought into the kitchen for the first time made Julia’s mouth open wide as she looked around in wonder like a curious child, watching all of the different hands as they helped to prepare something marvelously scented, but Julia doubted it was for the two of them. The caretaker’s spoke, Abymo dismaying their capture and Tazail explaining her piece about reading the tale as if it would make everything better but neither of the ‘babies’ had a clue - They just continued to struggle as they were carried through to what looked like a living room parlor separated from the kitchen by cupboards in an open divider design that made the two rooms seamlessly breathe into one another.

Julia wasn’t admiring the clever design of the home after she got over the awe that was this kitchen of theirs, resuming her wiggling and fighting as she heard Tristin’s complaints elevate from being handed over to the other woman, the two of them splitting the fussiness. He practically shoved the lady’s hand away when she tried to rub his cheek and this inspired Julia to stand up for herself more as she considered what she could do to try and work her way out of these lady’s clutches. She began to struggle all the harder, really trying to make things difficult for Abymo as she kicked and crinkled, not caring how fluttery her struggling made her dress or how loud it made her baby pants - Freedom required sacrifice and sometimes that sacrifice was dignity. “I’ve had enough of you big dumb - eh!?” She fussed but stopped with a quick gasp, being turned a bit in Abymo’s arms to receive two quick rough pats on her bottom that stung just enough to get the girl’s attention. Julia has only ever felt humiliated and demeaned in the holds of these ladies but for the first time she was hurt in a different way, even if it was just a mild pat on the bottom... She could tell that there wasn’t any energy being put into those pats and they were just meant to warn, which made Julia anxious about what a real punishment would feel like...

“Hey... You need to calm down little girl. You could have kicked me just now.” Abymo turned Julia to face her, giving her a stern look that only further dampened the fighting spirit within Julia. For just a moment Julia felt this woman’s pressure and in return felt like a little kid being scolded... She never thought she’d relate to that feeling so hard before now. The caretakers discussed something while Julia shared a look with Tristin before both of them shot glances at the cupboards as they started to move all on their own, unfolding in a rather interesting fold out style to end up as a pair of high chairs with the cushions of them even inflating a bit once everything was done, creating a safe and comfy seat for babies...

The very not baby Julia notes that these were undoubtedly for the two of them and despite her worries over escalating the caretaker holding her began to struggle around again, but this didn’t seem to do much for her. “Come on, let us have at least something.” She whined, watching Tristin get strapped in first by Tazail before Julia would join him on her turn. Being set down in the high chair, Julia notes just how cushy her seat was between her diaper and the fluffy stain proof cushions beneath her bottom and supporting her back - She was surrounded by comfort and yet she felt particularly uncomfortable. Abymo hardly had to do anything as she just seemed to press some buttons and attempt to keep Julia calm while the chair did it’s work of connecting it’s own harness pieces together and tightening them up to keep Julia from slipping out, being particular about the last strap it tightened between her legs which dug into her diapered crotch quite snuggly before it finished tightening, making the girl’s blush deepen a bit as she squirmed which from just that little movement told her that was a poor idea if she was trying to avoid making things harder on herself.

Eventually Abymo stepped back and the thing was able to finish, bringing the tray closed around her and even the mechanical arms assisted in tying some sort of big plastic bib around her neck, though ‘tie’ may be the wrong word as she heard it snap little popper buttons closed behind her head. At a minimum it didn’t secure her arms down so she couldn’t use them but she wouldn’t have put it passed something like this, Julia using both hands to cover her mouth as she shook her head in response to seeing the bowl of indiscernible mush that was set out on a sort of tray with their meals atop it in adorable looking bowls and printed bottles like what they’d been served the day before albeit smaller bottles than last time...

“Mmm-mmm...” Julia whimpered behind her hands, her pigtails bobbing back and forth as she shook her head side to side, clearly not wanting any of whatever that goop was. Her caretaker who’d scooted up a chair to feed her clearly intended to break through this little show of fussiness since otherwise the little girl would go hungry and she just couldn’t have that... “Okay baby, you have to open up for your nummies now, this right here~.” She cooed at the captive Julia, taking out a modest spoonful of the stuff and wafting it in front of the girl who actively batted at it in response, almost knocking the spoon away but Abymo managed to avoid this mess easily. “Ah ah ah, that’s naughty little girl... Hmm, how do I convince you to eat your food?” She asked in a saccharine tone to the girl as if she were trying to negotiate with her, still maintaining that baby-soothing tone as she playfully tapped her chin as if thinking.

‘Come on, leave me alone...’ Julia thought as she kept her hands firmly over her mouth, looking over at Tristin who was tickled into opening up before he got a spoonful of the stuff, expecting him to gag and spit it all out in disgust. There was a surprised sound of curiosity from her as she watched him not only avoid spitting it up but actually swallowing it down and not even in a forceful way - He even ‘chewed’ it, as much as one could chew a smooth flan-like substance. Her tummy rumbled loudly enough for Abymo to hear it at just the wrong time, Julia’s eyes drooping down a little as her face contorted into a worried look... She may just have to eat this stuff, and that made her grumbly stomach twinge.

“Jealous sweetie? Come on now, it’s not so bad...” Abymo rolled her eyes at ‘so’, clearly not a fan of the stuff herself. Abymo couldn’t blame her charges for not wanting to eat the mush but at the same time she preferred that feedings went without a fight. Julia has her wrists gently pulled at by Abymo’s hands one at a time until her mouth was exposed again, stuck in a sort of worried wobbly frown as the spoon moved closer to her mouth. “There’s a good girl. Ready to give it a try?” Abymo asked, but Julia still whimpered with her mouth closed as the spoon was brought to her lips. It only took a few sloppy presses of the stuff against her to dribble it onto her a little and the feeling of the warm substance made her shudder and struggle a little, the small kicky motions she made further reminded her of the snug embrace her diaper had on her ensnared princess parts within... It was this sort of struggling over the next half a minute that eventually made the girl whimper out from the subtle sensations and Abymo didn’t waste the opportunity to drive the spoon into Julia’s mouth, her eyes widening as she felt the stuff hit her tongue and seemingly expand on contact to the point that it hit the roof of her mouth in a matter of seconds before stopping.

Julia was sure seconds ago while she was fussing and struggling that she’d spit up as soon as this nasty stuff was in her mouth but... It was actually quite good. Remarkably so even - Although it’s texture wasn’t anything special the flavors were phenomenal - She couldn’t really tell what the taste was, it was just really good. A lot like Tristin the girl sort of mulled the mush in her mouth before swallowing, breathing a sigh of relief as she looked over at the bowl in curious anticipation, not hating the idea of having more of this mystery sauce but still not exactly onboard with the idea of being fed like a baby.

There was a conversation going on between the two caretakers about this food, both of the ‘babies’ could tell especially when Tazail took a brief sniff of Tristin’s bowl and had a momentary look of disgust on her face. Still, she collected another spoonful for the boy and moved it towards his mouth while she spoke at Abymo; Tazail’s split in attention got more of the goop on Tristin’s cheek than it did in his mouth but she didn’t seem to care - In fact she cooed at him about it afterwards. “Come now Abymo... It’s not designed for -us-, it’s made for them.” She explained the obvious to her coworker, making little giggly noises at her messy little man before collecting another spoonful of the stuff for him. “Specifically designed for humans as advertised, and I hear that the flavor never gets old since it rapidly reacts to their taste buds, even sometimes giving them a small taste of something more bitter to offset all of the good... But it should be momentary, and if anything should encourage another bite at that point.” She explained what she knew to Abymo who nodded along. “Yeah I’m sure... But that doesn’t make it any more appetizing to me.” She responded.

Julia was now openly accepting the mush, taking the spoonfuls as often as Abymo would give them, feeling her tummy fill with the unbelievably flavorful warm sauce. There was a moment that it took a turn for the less tasty and somewhat reminded her of deviled eggs and kale but with a small grimace of disgust and a sudden jolty wiggle in response she was quickly fed another spoonful and basked in the revived flavors of it all... She was finding herself getting full though, as it seemed this stuff expanded a bit even after she swallowed it but from how rapidly it stopped growing in her mouth she was sure it had an upper limit.

“Oh, remember that we’re not feeding them the entire bowl Abymo. Too much and they’ll get a tummy ache.” She explained, looking down at the bowl she had with her now two-thirds of the way gone, which meant she was nearing the stopping point for Tristin. “I don’t understand why we made two bowls if we’re going to waste a bunch of it anyways.” Tazail chimed in as she fed Tristin more. “Now it’s my turn for the obvious.” Abymo responded after teasing Julia with another serving of the mush, wafting it around her mouth before driving it in, making the smaller girl blush at being babied even during a feeding. “That kind’s for boys and this is for girls, obviously. That, and it’s not hard for the system to recycle the stuff, it keeps very easily after all.” While Abymo was talking a bit of the mush started to escape Julia’s lips since she pulled her spoon back while she still had her mouth open but Abymo just slipped the safety spoon across the girl’s chin and lips before sticking thr escaped food back where it belonged, further embarrassing the ‘baby’.

Julia wish she knew what these two were talking about. She wished she knew why the lady feeding her had just made the one feeding Tristin chuckle and roll her eyes, but there just wasn’t a means to communicate with them. She doubted that even writing to them would work... She also wish she knew what she was being fed but for now she’d just suck it up and slurp it down, shifting in her seat as the feeding went on to try and maintain a comfortable feeling, making her wish that this strap was a little more loose as it maintained a pressure on her flower with every little shift reminding her of just how snuggly it was hugging her soft diaper against it... Which made her wish she wasn’t stuck in a diaper in the first place all over again.

Eventually the bowls were set aside and probably for the best with how full Julia was feeling at least, though the bottle didn’t exactly look appetizing after all of that food. Unable to really decline it Julia just took to hers and began suckling, finding the sweetness of it contrasted against the ending flavors of her seemingly magic mush and gave her a sort of dessert sensation as she started to drink, though eventually the consistent flavor of the bottle’s contents washed that down as it was just milk to her from then on. By now Julia has found herself wiggling about on purpose, pressing her thighs together around the strap to feed into the feeling instead of fight it - This was an embarrassing thing for her she couldn’t deny, but it was so inescapable she couldn’t help herself...

“Okay little guy, are you ready for a nappie-bye after your bottle?” Tazail asked Tristin as he got down to a fifth of his bottle left, the mechanical hands around them having already collected the bowls to go and handle them in the kitchen - even wiping up their faces and removing their bibs while they drank, able to do so without disturbing the feeding. There was a dinging sound from the kitchen, sounding something between a dinner bell and a microwave, which perked the ears of both of the caretakers who glanced over the cupboards behind the captive humans before returning their attention the charges. “Mmmm...Phew, unghhf...” Julia muttered as she had her bottle taken from her, watching Abymo undo her restraints to a mixed expression from the girl. Getting plucked up, Julia tried to play it off cool despite having caved a bit in the high chair, embarrassed at the thought of Tristin finding out how she currently felt. “About ready?” Tazail asked Abymo who stood up with Julia and began to check her diaper with a finger in her leg band, eliciting an embarrassed ‘eep!’ from her. “Maybe... She was a squirmy little button and I thought she might have wet herself... But she’s dry from what I can tell.” Abymo responded as she took her finger back, having checked more along the taint area between Julia’s legs... Julia was glad she hadn’t ran a finger against her pussy or checked the padding that had been pressed against her, not knowing if she could deal with the potentially exposing embarrassment.

“Okay, she’s good to go.” Abymo said and carried Julia off in leading with Tazail following behind back through the kitchen. “Who’s all full? Who’s a cute little baby boy who’s all full and happy after num-nums time~?” Tazail cooed at Tristin in her arms, giving his tummy very soft pokes so as to not disturb his meal. Julia got laid onto Abymo’s shoulder and was able to see over it at both Tristin’s position and something on the counter - It looked absolutely amazing whatever it was. Some sort of cutlet that was divided into rectangular sections, stuffed with what looked like herbs and cheese and topped with some sort of dark rich looking sauce. If Julia wasn’t entirely full that sight would have instantly made her hungry, and she was a bit envious of solid foods at the moment as well. “Behh~! Hmmm...!” Julia let out a somehow cute little belch, making her grip against Abymo’s clothes a little tighter out of shame of being burped, the patting continuing even after with a few soft pats on her puffy butt as well, making her wiggle weakly. Tazail followed suit and eventually put Tristin up for burping as well, giving Julia nothing more to look at than his back as they were carried down the hall presumably to the nursery again, spotting the waistband of his diaper sticking out of his shorts quite prominently reminded her of her own unhidable baby garment...

Returned to the nursery as expected, the pair would find themselves taken over towards the playpen that was distinctly different now. Although most of the toys and stuff were still in there they were rearranged a bit to make room for two soft looking palettes to be put down, one done up in flowers and humming birds and the other done up in biplanes and balloons, clearly for the two of them. “Alright you two ittle humans, it’s time for a nap!” Tazail said so soft and sweet yet with energy, as if a nap was something to be excited for... Although Julia didn’t get them, she figured that any excitement they were feeling was for that awesome meal they were about to have, but there was a chance she was wrong. The soft blankets were pulled back and both of the two captives were snuggled down into their palettes, with a toy cat creature with extra big ears being provided for Julia who didn’t fight taking it despite looking kinda lost, still blushing from certain things... “I’ve got a special friend for you little man, unless you’re still cranky?” Tazail teased Tristin as she held out Bob, whom had been separated from him sometime around when he was handed off earlier before their feeding... Tazail must have been smooth, able to pickpocket something as important as Bob from a grumpy defensive Tristin without his knowledge. Tristan obviously took to Bob and the two were tucked in, each being given a pat on the forehead by kissed hands before the caretakers got up from leaning over the playpen and gushin over their charges.

“Okay... I don’t know about you, but I’m really feeling Fent right now. Let’s go eat?” She asked, patting her belly softly in a way that clearly told observant little humans what she wanted. “Absolutely. I hope the sauce you put in for goes with it as well as you say it does.” Tazail replied, following Abymo out the door as she responded “Of course! Make it by hand sometimes at~...” The silence fell over the room as the door closed, the light being clicked off on the way out as the the natural light seemed to follow suit by some sort of automation adjusting whatever was letting it in, plunging the room into a soft dark before the nightlights came back on again and a tinkling sound of slumbering lullaby could be heard from the crib area. As if it was a vital forgotten step, the pair would find pacifier stuck in their mouths by quick mechanical hands shortly after the nightlights came on, silencing both of them with the pair of soothers at least for a moment.

Julia didn’t spit hers out right away, not exactly suckling it but clenching her lips around it to stifle back a small whimper as she pressed her hands against her padded crotch, curling a bit under her blankets hoping that Tristin couldn’t tell. She had to... She had to ignore this, no matter how rough it was right now. She couldn’t waste time on this when there were only precious minutes to this opportunity. With a small plucking sound Julia removed her pacifier and rolled over under her blankets to look at Tristin, admittedly feeling full and ripe for a nap given how comfy all of this was. In fact if it wasn’t for those sensations she might have been lulled further into comfort and may have strongly considered dozing off. “Hey, Tristin... Now’s our chance, we have to go.” She said with a quick nod, wondering if he was picking up what she was putting down.

Scrambling from under her blankets, Julia got up in a crawling position and made her way around in the freshly organized playpen, hoping once again that her plans hadn’t been tampered with. She found the caterpillar thing and the modified toy within a few minutes and sighed in relief, turning to look Tristin’s way with hope in her eyes. “Okay cool, it looks like this stuff is still here. Get ready and let’s try to get back to that living room place... I think I saw something there.” She said in a sort of pseudo-quiet voice, starting to try and attach the long feelers to the modified toy since they were thin enough to tie.

Once she had that done and Tristin was all set she made a few attempts to toss the toy up onto the side of the rather high playpen wall, eventually getting it in position after a few attempts with surprisingly little noise to boot. With a few somewhat firm tugs she got the toy’s rollable bottom to cooperate and eventually the maw of her anchor toy clamped down quickly onto the playpen’s railing, which after a few more tugs confirmed that it was indeed stuckfast like that. “Score! Okay, let’s blow this pop stand... I’ve always wanted to say that.” She giggled, beckoning for Tristin as she climbed up the caterpillar to the top, biting her lip softly as she shimmied up the thing with rustly crinkles. The top didn’t help her situation either as when she tossed her leg up over the playpen wall she sat her diapered crotch directly onto the railing, making her have to steady herself with one hand and stifle her mouth by covering it with the other, a blush on her face masked by the mostly dark room kept her pink cheeks from radiating in such an obvious manner. Once she regained control of herself she looked down at the other side and, not seeing any better options, jumped down with her bottom out and tried to slow her decent with the mesh, which partially worked but she still puffed onto the floor with a fluff of air from her diaper and a small yip from her. The girl moved out of the way and rubbed her diapered butt while she waited for Tristin, looking around the room to see if any mechanical hands had taken note of them yet finding not a one was active.

A few moments later the pair were side by side, looking at the door which this time was closed but with some teamwork wouldn’t be too hard to open again. “You ready Tristin? We have to do this, it’s... Do or diaper.” She said in perhaps her worst little joke yet, but again she was proud of it so she didn’t show any shame for it. “You lead for now and we’ll work it out as we go. We need to try and get out of here first and foremost.” Julia said as she crawled forward, letting out a little sigh and bearing with herself as she let Tristin take the lead this time...

[Curio1579]

"Hey! Watch i-mfhg!" protested Tristin.

Distracted by her conversation with Abymo, Tazail had managed to partially miss his mouth with another spoon of mush and ended up smearing most of the goop on his cheek.

That said, what did get in his mouth made his cheek bulge as it swelled like a flan, he chewed and swallowed before accepting another, although it wasn't like he had much of a choice, given they were both 'strapped in for the ride' as it were.

He watched as Julia squirmed and whimpered in her seat, the alien feeding her seeming to relish in teasing the poor woman as the spoon was made to 'fly' into her mouth. Of course he was receiving much the same treatment.

"Come on baby boy, whose a hungry baby? Is it you? Is it you?"

He blushed and wriggled at Tazails teasing before he accepted the spoonful of mush, detecting a slightly tart flavour this time before the taste changed as he chewed. He didn't have time to think about it though, as another spoonful was pushed past his lips as Tazail gushed over him.

As his tummy filled, he shifted in his seat, the straps pushing the padding against his boy parts, he was lucky the diaper was thick enough to keep them from being squashed, as he was sure the straps that held him in place were just a bit too tight for his liking, that said, the padding was rubbing against some sensitive areas and he just couldn't quite get it to stop.

Finally, just when he felt his tummy was about to burst, the feeding stopped, although the sudden appearance of a bottle had him whimper as he didn't think he could take much more. He took it anyway, resigned to being bottle fed and just hoping he could get this over with.

The liquid tasted like the same stuff they had been fed before, and the cool sweetness was a welcome relief from the rich goop. As he drank, the mechanical hands were already as work, scooping up plates and undoing their bibs, while another set wiped any mess of their faces. Something he was secretly relieved at, as it had begun to dry out.

Finishing his bottle, the babyfied man was unbuckled and lifted from the highchair with Julia, he heard her make a noise as she was pulled clear, but paid it little attention as he tickled and teased before being held to Tazails chest.

"Eep!"

He squeaked as Tazail ran a finger through the legband of his diaper, tickling one of his butt cheeks as she made sure he was still dry. His cheeks reddened as he recalled waking up in a VERY wet diaper that morning, he wasn't going to do that again if he could help it. Once the diaper check was done, Tazail patted and rubbed his back sharply, burping him for the second time in his adult life.

"Urp! Hic!"

He covered his mouth, red as a tomato as they carried out of the kitchen, he saw the kitchen hadn't been idle while they were being burped as it had prepared two very tasty looking meals, likely for the two aliens.

Carried back into the nursery, he guessed they were about to be laid down for naptime, just like real babies. Although instead of being laid in the crib, a pair of soft palettes had been laid out side by side.

Tazail softly cooed as they both were laid down and blankets drawn up over them, the palettes were almost like a memory foam mattress as it moulded its soft body to the shape of the two diapered humans. He saw Julia blushing as she was offered a stuffed cat creature, she looked a bit more flustered than usual, but given this place it was likely a combination of everything.

His attention was brought back to Tazail who leaned over him and held out Bob as she spoke in her unintelligible language, although Tristin got the gist of her tone and eagerly took Bob from her grasp. He hadn't even seen her take him.

With a kiss passed by hand to their foreheads, the two aliens headed out of the nursery, one patting her belly which gave Tristin an idea of where they might be heading given the food he had seen earlier. The lights flicked off and the window shutters adjusted themselves to bring down the ambient light from outside. A pacifier was popped into his mouth by a mechanical arm that quickly dropped down from the ceiling and as the nightlight bathed the room in moons and stars, he just lay there and suckled, his mind trying to process everything, Bob held tightly in one arm.

He heard Julia whimper and felt her curl up under the blanket, he looked to his side and saw the back of her dress and pigtailed hair, before she seemed to collect herself and turn back over, pointing out this was another prime chance to try and escape.

"Alright, let me grab something first."

Crawling out from under the covers, he scrambled to the soft toys, which had been neatly arranged on one side of the playpen. Finding the one he had used to hide his attempts to translate the alien language, he pulled the colouring book and crayons from inside and looked for a way to carry them properly, finally spotting a kids backpack on another stuffed animal.

This one looked a little like the two alien women that had been looking after them, it even had the magenta eyes. But he wasn't interested in the doll, just the bag, which he removed and slipped on, after stuffing Bob and everything else inside, although Bobs head stuck out the top.

"You'll just have to watch out back," smirked Tristin, giving the bear one last hug as Julia called out to him from the other side of the playpen that they should try the living room/kitchen area for a way out.

"If you think that will work, but those aliens might have gone back there to eat." he replied, remembering the food they had seen.

With some help from a modified caterpillar toy, they were able to scale and climb over the playpen wall, although he had to look away as Julia took the lead and he ended up looking right up her dress at her padded bottom. He heard her supress a noise as she swung a leg over the top of the rail.

"Um...you alright up there?" he stammered out, realising she was taking a little long to get down.

He watched as she looked over the edge and then jumped for it, landing with a yip on her diapered butt, a small cloud of powder flying into the air. They held their breath, waiting for something to have heard her, one of the machines or one of the women, but thankfully everything remained calm.

With a deep breath, Tristin hauled himself up the caterpillar and over the playpen. He stopped at the top for a moment when he realised just how high everything was, but unwilling to wait he swallowed his fear and dropped down.

He had been aiming to land on his feet, but much like Julia, his efforts at slowing his fall with the mesh on the playpen ended with him landing on his own ass with a loud *oof.*

Winded, he staggered up and followed Julia to the door.

"You sound like my dad," he laughed as Julia unashamedly made a joke at their expense.

He was surprised she had let him take the lead this time as she tended to take charge at work and during their runs, she had taken the lead earlier as well.

"Alright, but I might defer to you for advice."

With her boosting him up this time, he was able to get the door open. He had expected it to be locked but they probably didn't think two 'babies' could formulate an escape from their playpen. That said, they had already been caught once, he wasn't going to underestimate things.

Opening the door slowly, they peered through the crack into the empty corridor, voices drifted down from the kitchen/living area.

"This is going to be very risky," said Tristin. "They are both in there and I don't want to get caught again...but its the best we've got."

He groaned in frustration and resignation, their choices were either go in the kitchen or look for somewhere else, and given how unfamiliar this building was that option was likely to get them lost and then caught anyway.

"Whatever you saw, better be worth it."

The pair crawled out of the nursery, making sure the door closed quietly behind them, the tiles were very cold against their knees and palms, which made Tristin realise neither of them had been given shoes or even another pair of booties.

"Something to find once we are out of here," he muttered, hushing Julia as they reached the kitchen/living area door. Pushing it open a crack, they saw both aliens eating at a table.

"You were right about the sauce," said Tazail, using a fork to pop a piece of saucy meat into her mouth.

"Told you," replied Abymo. "But hand made is always better than the mass produced stuff."

"I might have to try some next time," stated Tazail, dabbing her lips with a paper napkin.

The two humans watched as the women ate their meal, doing their best to remain quiet. They watched as the pair finished their food and passed the plates off to a waiting set of hands before standing up and heading for the door.

"How about we get some dessert from that stand which comes by every lunchtime?" suggested Tazail.

"Great idea," affirmed Abymo. "Gritich should have set up by now, and it's early enough to get ahead of the crowd."

Scrambling back and out of sight, Trstin and Julia watched as the women pushed the door open and strode off down the corridor, their breath caught in their throats as Tazail stopped to look at the nursery door, but Abymo soon had her on the move again with a few words.

With a sigh of relief, the pair crawled into the room. The kitchen area was pretty active as the hands moved to clean up dishes and tidy them away, some were even wiping down the table and resetting chairs, the whole room was like one big machine, the entire building might be.

"Alright, what was this thing you saw, and where was it?"

Julia pointed up towards the kitchen area, she had seen a vent on the wall by the sink, and it's covering was definitely loose. It looked big enough for them to fit inside and she reasoned it had to lead somewhere

"Are you serious?" Tristin questioned disbelievingly.

Evidently she was.

"Urgh," he groaned. "Well, it's not like we have any better ideas..."

They waited until the machines had finished cleaning up before making their way to the kitchen area, everything was still and the only arms they could see were a pair that hung limp over the sink, while clean dishes gleamed from the drying rack. The sink itself looked deep and wide enough to fit the two humans, although Tristin suspected they might be able to climb out if they worked together.

It took some effort and teamwork to climb up the cabinets to the countertop, they used a set of drawers like a staircase, but their height meant they had to boots one of them up to it and them have that person pull the other up to join them.

The cabinets were also high up for the tiny humans, as they climbed Tristin was sure h was getting vertigo from looking down to grab Julia's hand and haul her up.

"*huff* *huff* Did eating that stuff make you heavier?" he joked, which earned him a punch to the arm.

"Ow!" he cried out, rubbing the spot she had struck. "Alright, jeeze, glad I didn't think of boxing for our exercise sessions."

He saw the smug grin on Julias face as they carefully crawled along the counter, the walls had what looked like seems set in different places and Tristin suspected this was because the various appliances were held inside the wall, it certainly would explain why the counter was clear of almost everything.

Reaching the vent, he saw Julia had been right, the cover was hanging loose by only two long pins, he smirked at the idea such an advanced civilisation still had lazy repair men.

"Alright, we just need to get this off, grab the other side."

Gripping the vent cover, they pulled with all their strength, however, what they weren't expecting was the vent cover to pull off easily. So it was a surprise when the pins gave way almost immediately and they were sent staggering backwards, both falling into the sink with a cloud of dust.

DIRTY DISHES DETECTED

Coughing and spluttering, the pair wiped brick dust from their eyes before a noise drew their attention upwards.

"Oh dear," was all Tristin had time to say.

[MingleMonster]

Julia knew the stakes and she assumed the worst for the price of failure, but she also knew that staying in that crib would just mean more belittlement and at worst they might lose their opportunity. “Mhmm, but we gotta’. Think you can somehow.. I don’t know, crawl more quietly?” She asked as if his diaper was the only thing rustling up a storm between the two of them. “What I -think- I saw... But if it’s nothing we’ll just double back an-hmm?” She shushed immediately as Tristin held his hand up in a point, shimmying in close to him to eavesdrop what must have been their alien caregivers on the other side.

The small crack in the door didn’t exactly leave room for Julia to see as Tristin was mostly in the way but she could tell by what she was seeing that they were enjoying some food... Something solid that likely took teeth to eat she grumped internally. “What... Do you think they’re talking about?” Julia said under her breath, concerned about what sort of diabolical plans they could be hatching... In another position she’d realize this was just small talk but right now everything felt like an elaborate scheme to torment the two of them and surely this discussion was no different.

The two ladies suddenly rose after a few minutes of watching and waiting, which made Julia and Tristin tense in alert before scuttling off to hide. Luckily they were both relatively small in this place so they’d be able to take refuge behind some strange hazel-leafed fern, one of many potted plants that dotted the sides of the tiled hallway. As they both came to a full stop to avoid crinkling one the quiet, Julia reached over and shifted Tristin’s backpack a bit so that it was out of sight from the giant ladies - And not a moment too soon. “Hmmm... Think we should check on the tykes? They’re a bit quiet...” Tazail said as she looked in the direction of the door, unsure if it had been left slightly ajar like that. ‘Oh, no no no...’ Julia thought to herself as Tazail made a step forward that way before Abymo signaled to her with a short wave. “Tazail, they’re fine... They were put down for a nap all full and warm, they’re just going to sleep it through. If you go in there you might disturb them and then we won’t get a dessert.” She reasoned, which seemed to win Tazail over instantly. “Well, alright, but we should check on them as soon as we get back.” She stated which earned a head shake from Abymo. “I know how you feel but we can’t play with them all of the time - Humans need their sleep or they get really cranky - Remember when you were talking me down out of that?” She reminisced with Tazail as she redirected her out the door. “...You’re right. But that little boy is just so cute!” She gushed as she left through it, Abymo closing it behind the two women...

From what Julia had seen there wasn’t an outside through that door, just another hallway. It could have been a foyer or something but there was no way to tell, and further that route would be super difficult to escape through undetected. “Lead on Tristin.” Julia said in a collected manner, showing him her support on his moment of leadership. The pair would crawl their way now towards an unguarded kitchen, able to slip into the room without any sort of major issues given their privacy from the ladies. “Wow... Imagine the comforts of having every little thing done for you. This is amazing.” Julia gawked at the hands that were finishing up their tasks, following along behind Tristin at a slightly slower pace. When asked what it was that she’d seen earlier, Julia raised her finger upwards towards the counter, pointing to some sort of duct or vent. “There, that thing. I bet that leads right outside and from what I saw it’s not exactly secure.” She declared, feeling proud of herself for having spotted this tunnel to freedom. “...Of course I am! Unless you have a better route in mind? Maybe a big neon sign that says ‘leave through here’?” She teased, though there obviously was a touch of disappointment in her voice at his disapproval.

Julia groaned as well, ducking her head down while they waited. It was a long shot but... She couldn’t do nothing. The girl moved from a crawling position to her bottom and rested her weight on her hands, waiting for the arms to finish their deeds before they could pounce. She hoped those two ladies would leave them alone long enough to actually pull this off. ...Finally, the machines seemed to chill out and the two of them took notice almost right away, with Tristin tapping Julia’s shoulder calmly to signal their move. Rolling forward back into a crawling position, she followed alongside him into the room, glancing around for more hands to make sure they weren’t about to pounce and take them back.

“It’s so high up...” Julia said as she looked over the counters, having misjudged the distance they’d be ascending to reach the vent. “...But... Maybe these drawers?” She asked after a few moments, pulling the bottom one out and turning to Tristin to get some sort of idea approval, nodding back alongside his in response. Pulling out the bottom drawer as far as it would go, each drawer they tugged out following that got them one step closer to their goal. Once they got up to the last drawer it was clear that the last stretch was to be made with their little buddy boost system, which Julia leaned down and cupped her hands without missing a beat. “Okay, my turn... These are some sturdy drawers.” She commented, though in all honesty they were light enough compared to them that there could be three or more humans bearing their weight onto them without an issue.

“God these things...” Julia commented under her breath when Tristin’s diapee was jutted into her face. For the same reason that she couldn’t have helped it, there’s no way he could have helped it here. She was glad at least that he still smelled baby fresh rather than any other sorts of smells she could have gotten off of him, but that smell reminded her of their situation and although momentarily saddened her gave her renewed resolve to see this plan through. Getting tugged up by the somewhat meek boy, Julia used her bare feet to try and help climb up the side of the cabinet, eventually getting up atop it resting on her hip in a sort of sitting lean. “I...You...!” She Gawker at his comment about her weight and gave him a quick pop on the arm - She didn’t mean for it to hurt the way it did but he was more sensitive than the average boy and she hadn’t exactly got her grumpiness under control before doing that... “Keep up those sorts of jokes and I’ll put it on the itinerary.” She joked back, her tone obviously more calm now... She even felt a little bad, she wasn’t much of a hitter.

That wasn’t enough to remove the smug cheeky look from her face as hey crawled along the countertop, still fairly small comparatively to all of this. Grooves and seams dotted all along the counter that could only be for more mechanical stuff but of the less handsy types like coffee machines or mixers. “You know, I do hate having to drag out my rice cooker every time I want to make some...” Julia lamented aloud, wishing that these sorts of things were within their realm of possibility back home.

Tristin spoke first, catching Julia’s attention out of her thoughts of a catering home and directing her to the vent thing. Without missing a beat the girl crawled over to the other side of it to his right while he took the left, the pair of them standing up on their unbalanced feet, ready to do what it took for their freedom. “This likely won’t be easy... Be careful not to tug so hard that it digs into your hand, you could get hurt.” She said to him with a serious look, having a moment over their well-being. Once they came to an agreement the pair readied up... “One...Two...Three!~eeee!?” Julia squeaked as pulling on the grate with all of her might only to have it give way like it was nothing startled the girl and of course drove her upper body force backwards alongside Tristin. They let go of the grate as they stumbled, the counter getting a nice cough of dust from the shabbily rigged vent covering before tumbling back into the dish sink, luckily sliding down the subtle incline on their fluffy rears.

“Ugh, gross!” Julia whined as she looked at her hands and the front of her cute play dress, not enjoying their dirty situation. As the girl scrambled a bit to get up, she heard some sort of mechanical voice say something out of their language and then saw Tristin’s eyes grow wide as he looked up. “Huh? What?” She asked in his direction before she was captured around her middle by hands, already struggling as she was lifted just out of the sink. Almost immediately after getting aight up the girl would feel some sort of slimy substance being poured over her across her heat and a bit in her hair before a warm jet of water came out of the faucet above her, soaking her clothes rapidly. “Aaaahhh! What’s the deal?” She yelped while hands swarmed her and began sponging her down. Her dress was starting to grow very damp as it got scrubbed in by the sponges that also seemed to want to get up under it and scrub around, feeling like she was being put on display for Tristin as it really wiped her down good. It’s like it was only trying to do a surface cleaning though - It wiped her head the same as it did her body and clothes, like it was just trying to get the grime off of her and successfully so but it didn’t understand that she wasn’t a plate. “Eh! Eh-eh!” She grumped and kicked, eventually getting a heavy face cleaning of soapy sponge, feeling it brushing against her mouth and forcing suds into her mouth. The last step that shocked her most is when the hand that was cleaning around her tummy shifted down into the waistband of her diaper, giving her a quick cleaning there which made her blush furiously and whimper as this was done right in front of Tristin. As soon as the soapy has retracted from her diaper’s crotch it jutted towards Tristin’s face to start cleaning him really well while the hands moved her to the drying rack...

She slotted into place perfectly, rested down on her bottom leaned up against the dish behind her. She could asses the damage - Her diaper wasn’t that bad off now, having grown damp in the process due to the soapy water experience but it wasn’t saturated, just wet. Her clothes on the other hand felt heavy and were quickly getting a little cold, and her pigtailed head looked like it was a little frayed on the ends of the pigtails as a result of them getting wet without being properly brushed out and styled back into place. Julia sputtered and whined, a bit more of that soapy taste leaving her mouth as she sat there feeling all sorry for herself... The sponge hadn’t been the most tender when t slipped into her undergarments but at least it didn’t have an abrasive side as that would have been bad. Eventually Tristin would join her on the rack though he’d be shoved down in place right alongside her, forced to lean up against her as the lair of them were practically forced together.

With Tristan basically laying atop of Julia face to face, she couldn’t contain a blush running across her cheeks by how close they were. Tristin seemed to be dealing with some taste in his mouth and he shifted and crinkled about in his own slotted place in the drying rack... Luckily Julia didn’t notice his firmness below as it was curled along the shape of his also mildly wet diaper, but had she known it would have embarrassed her into shock. “Uh, Tristin? You’ll need to get up first, I can’t move.” She said bashfully, though she had her chances to leave the space before he was sat down and just hadn’t thought about doing so in her confusion.

Eventually the silly pair would untangle themselves from each other and get out of the dish drainer, hearing the machines die back down until thu were quiet again. The grate had ended up on the floor but surprisingly the sound it made hand redrawn those lady’s attention, which meant that despite the setback the operation was still a go. “Okay... Ungh, let’s get going.” Julia said with a grimace as she took her first few crawls since that happened, feeling a tingling shoot through her as a little of the damp padding caressed against her inside of her baby pants. She didn’t mind that she was making Tristin state up her dress’ skirt this time, he’d eventually have to get used to it after all. She got back over to the vent and looked around, noting it wasn’t all that dusty inside despite the grate having been terrible about it, making her wonder what was really going on with it. For now she’d swallow back her fear of the unknown and crawl on in, Tristin tailing behind her bobbing bottom as the sound of the door back in the hall hit his ears...

“...It’s almost like some sort of movie.” Julia tried to make small talk with Tristin as they’d been crawling for a short while, mostly running along a bend to the left. “I just hope this one isn’t a twist ending, because I don’t want to see the sequel.” She made light of their issues, eventually seeing something up ahead. There were plenty of grates here and there but they were all bolted down well and she didn’t have any tools so they just passed them up - This however looked like a hinged grate and that was good news for a pair of escapee-babies. Opening the hinged grate Julia got a look around inside, and unfortunately what she saw wasn’t an outside of any sort. There was a pleasant smell in this room that looked rather big for being some tucked away area full of what looked like belts and more of those darn hands, busy with what must be cooking and prepping, likely for dinner. “Wow... Tristin, get a load of this.” She said as she crawled her way out of the vent and let him follow, finding herself atop some hood of the machine. She sat down on her legs, diaper squishing subtly beneath her as she gawked and gazed about. “Guess they’re entertaining guests tonight...?” She asked Tristin after a few moments of letting him get a feel for the room, eventually getting back up to crawling over towards the other end of the hood she was above. Below she saw some sort of belt that must have been waiting for something since it had a blinking red panel beside it, but what it was waiting for was beyond her. She would never be able to make heads or tails of this place at a glance, wondering if this was the norm in this world for large automated old preparation areas to just be there, off to the side. In fact the machines were so tightly packed next to each other she had to assume that they didn’t really come back here very often though she could see a door on the other side of the room that must have lead out into the hall.

“Well, this clearly wasn’t where we were supposed to go. Think there’s another vent in here?” She asked as she turned around to face Tristin, noting a hand moving through quickly approaching him. “Tristin, get down!” She yelped which got a desired reaction from him as he avoided the hand, but Julia wasn’t so lucky as the passerby mechanical arm accidentally bumped into her, making her loose her balance on the edge of the hood. “Tristin!? Tris-ah!” She yelped as she fell back off of the hood onto the belt below, mostly absorbing the fall with her rear but she still gave a little tumble as she ended up on her side. There was a beeping sound as the slowly blinking red light turned a solid green, and then she felt the belt beneath her begin to stir.

“Oh no! Tristin!” She called to him again, seeing hands come up from beside her. She tried to quickly crawl between them but found herself bing pressed down on her tummy in place by one while hands did other things around her. She felt her legs get bent at the knees until her ankles were up near her upper thighs and some sort of soft yet secure ties were wrapped around them, holding her ankles together in a sort of cross. Her arms were also pulled back behind her and we’re fully tied together as well, even connecting her ankles and bound wrists by another soft twine so that she was all tied up on her belly, unable to move as her whole diaper was exposed due to how her dress conflicted with the tying.

“Tristin, help me please!” She pleaded with worry, not wanting to be some sort of roast bird’s substitute in all of this. Her suspicions were confirmed to be something along those lines when a baster-like tube was jutted into her mouth and given a squeeze, forcing some sort of thick gravy-like substance into her throat and mouth before some sort of fruit was lodged into her jaw, doing exactly what it seemed to do in cartoons. The fruit looked like a speckled pear if those spots were bright orange, but as her teeth sank into the flesh of this thing it tasted more musty and bitter - An utterly nasty fruit that she couldn’t spit out or do much more than whine behind. “Mmmmph! Mmm, mmmm!” She complained and struggled against her bonds, hoping that Tristin would save her!

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Tristin yelped as the hands grabbed him by his backpack, the straps ensuring he went with it as the the robotic hands lifted him and Julia upwards. Arms and legs flailing as he struggled, the tiny human was at the mercy of the machine.

"Ah! Ah!" he cried in surprise as something cold and slimy was poured over his head, the viscous liquid matting his hair before sliding down his neck and staining his clothes before warm water cascaded over him from the taps.

"Aaahhh! Stoppit!" he spat and squirmed, but the bag straps herd firm as he was subsequently assaulted by a sponge, his clothes becoming saturated as it worked over his body, pushing up underneath his shirt and even down his shorts.

"*eep* *ungh**stoppppp..." He groaned and bit his lip as the sponge went right down the front of his diaper and over his boy parts. Thankfully it was the soft side and as the machines worked the sponge up and down over his groin, his penis was rapidly coaxed to full mast, which just made things worse as the sensitive organ was tickled and stimulated by the constant scrubbing. He heard a whimper and saw Julia being held up in a similar situation, like they were put on display for one another as he closed his eyes to try and give her some dignity.

Wriggling and trying to suppress his moans, a second sponge went right down the back of his diaper and over the poor mans buttocks, making him squeak in surprise as he was thoroughly scrubbed, front and back, his damp shorts sliding off completely in the process.

A sponge to the face quashed most of his arousal as it was pushed right between his lips and coating his tongue in bitter suds as the machine made sure to clean everywhere dirt could linger.

Spitting soap from his mouth, the damp human was carried from the sink to the drying rack and slotted into the rack right in front of Julia, who was leaning back onto the plate behind her, dress wet and pigtails frayed. Tristin was likewise dishevelled, his clothes were a mess, shorts gone and damp diaper exposed for the world to see.

He spat and scraped his tongue along his front teeth, acutely aware he was basically lying on top of Julia, although he was grateful his erection was concealed by his padding. However, it rubbed against it with ever move he made and that sent involuntary shocks of pleasure up his spine.

"Huh, what? Oh right!" he responded, as she bashfully asked him to move, although the rack and their sodden padding made this difficult as they untangled themselves.
Tristin checked his bag as Julia crawled, slowly and carefully, back to the vent. It had, unsurprisingly, gotten wet as well, although Bob was ok inside it, as were his papers.

As Julia disappeared into the vent, Tristin followed, quickly when he heard the sound of a door from outside the kitchen, thankful the noise they had just made did not alert anyone. His face burned as they crawled, because he was now getting an eyeful of Julia's diapered ass bobbing along in front of him, her padding slightly sagged by their unexpected scrubbing.

"If this were a movie it would be a comedy of errors," he replied dryly to her statement. "But I agree, I'd rather not see a sequel to this."

They passed more grates, these ones firmly bolted in place, that looked like they led into another network of vents. Tristin didn't like to think about it, but this probably meant there were small robots that worked inside the ventilation system, because he doubted one of the aliens could fit this deep into the tunnel.

He heard Julia cry in triumph as she reached the end of the tunnel and found the end grate was hinged. He watched as she reached through the bars and up to a catch at the top, the grate swinging down as it was undone. He followed as she clambered out.

"This is...incredible," he gasped in awe as she bade him look at where they found themselves.

The room was a mass of machines, conveyor belts and more robot hands, but he recognised a few things that looked like blenders, a fridge freezer and even an oven. Boxes and drawers were set up for the hands to grab strange looking foods and carry them to prepping stations before moving them to the cooking area, filling the air with the pleasant aroma of cooking.

"This would make my dinners way more interesting," he remarked. The man liked to cook, and he did it well, but a place like this put even the topmost restaurants to shame.

"If they are entertaining guests, it might make it easier to get out of here, although I'd rather not hang around." he responded to Julia's musings, and they set off along the metal hood they had been sitting on.

Diapers squishing, rather than crinkling, the babified humans crawled along the cold metal, Julia pointing out a door at the back of the confined space.

"Maybe that door can get us out-"

Tristin ducked at the shouted warning from Julia, a mechanical hand passing over him a moment later. However she hadn't been so luck and he scrambled to where she had fallen as quickly as he could, peering over the hood to spy her on the belt below.

"Julia!" he called out, helpless as a red light by the belt turned green and she was whisked along to the rest of what looked like a prepping station.

"Hold on!" he cried out, trying to reassure her as his thoughts raced to find a solution, only to give him something that was either mad, or brilliant.

"Oh, god help me. GERONIMOOOOO!"

Jumping from the hood, he fell right onto the belt by Julia's now trussed up body.

*ERROR WEIGHT LIMIT EXCEEDED*

The belt stopped. Tristin sighed in relief before grinning at Julia as he made to get her off the belt.

"I thought it might have something to detect the weight of whatever it was preparing, and guesses it might not work if it was too heavy."

Julia made a noise and he saw her look of restrained anger and disbelief behind the fruit that was currently acting as a gag.

"I didn't say it was a good idea."

As Tristin struggled with the hogtie Julia was in, he had to lean down so he could see the knot, this left his diapered bottom sticking up in the air, right as a hook passed just low enough to snag his waistband.

"Aah no!" he cried, as he was suddenly pulled sideways, grabbing for the nearest thing he could, which in this case was Julia, who cried out as his panicked grip failed and she dropped onto a belt just below the first.

"Hungh!!" he gurgled out, as the hook carried him up and away, his diaper pulled up into a wedgie that had him seeing stars as it dug his persisting erection into the padding.

Dazed and aroused in the worst way possible he grabbed blindly yet again and caught the edge of a stationary belt. He grit his teeth and tried to ignore the worsening wedgie as the hook continued upwards, uncaring that his ass was being pulled vertically. Thankfully, Tristin's determination paid off, as, with a wet, squishy rip, the diaper was torn in half and he fell to the belt, winded.

"Urgh, why me..." he muttered, cheeks burning at the sudden breeze across his groin.

He slowly rolled over onto his front, the belt was high, but it had a pair of clear plastic sides to prevent things falling off, something was grateful for as he tried to see Julia, hoping she was still ok somewhere in this madhouse.

Suddenly, the belt lurched into life and he was sent sprawling as yet more hands descended towards him. He struggled and yelled indigently as they gripped his shirt and bag before ripping them clean off his body.

"Wait, leggo! Bob!" he cried out, as the bag and remnant of his clothes were carried off to an unknown fate.

He didn't have time to linger on it though, as the hands immediately shoved a piping bag into his mouth, muffling his cries.

"MFFF!"

Something rich and chocolaty filled his mouth, and held as firm as he was, Tristin had little choice but to swallow the fudge-like mixture as tentacles tipped with brushes swarmed him, basting the tiny human in a slurry similar to liquid icing. He moaned and squirmed as they passed up and over his cock, still hard and standing proud like a flagpole. The tiny bristles tickled his sensitive organ as they worked his length and balls, leaving him a panting, sweating, sticky mess.

"Mmm, urgh *belch*, he groaned, burping as the empty bag withdrew. His tummy felt so full, and his cock throbbed as the brushes withdrew. The arms released him and he slumped forwards with a groan, his ass in the air, perfect for the next step.

"EEK!"

Something just went right up his backside, had he been strong enough to move, then he would have seen the purple, banana like fruit that now graced his rear end. A nozzle descended from above and before he could move it poured, cold, blue icing over his head and down his body, metal spreaders moving in a moment later to even out his new coat of frosting.

Gasping and spluttering, Tristin cleared his eyes enough to see the belt was coming to an end, where a plate of sliced fruits waited. If he played his cards right, he could roll off the plate and onto the platform, as soon as he tipped forwards, then he had to find Julia.

He hoped she was okay.