Machines and Chelsea (Private for Barbossasdaughter and MingleMonster)

[MingleMonster]

A sigh escaped a young woman’s lips as she rattled her fingers onto a table in impatience. The girl in question, an early twenties woman named Chelsea Main had been stood up by her blind date, the latest in what had seemingly been a luckless stream of events. The girl wore a pair of jeans with a flower embroidery lightly showing from her hip, sporting an aquatically themed tee with tidal graffiti prints. With another sip of her fruity blend drink from the concessions kiosk here in the food court, the girl rose with a low grumble at her embarrassing situation, running a hand through her hazel hair with blond highlights. She’d gotten all dressed up and everything for this...

“You know? I think I need to start going to bars or something. People have a bad habit of sticking you up when they could just as easily bail to their friends or something...” She complained under her breath as she tossed her empty drink cup into an auto trash, which would process and sort the materials on the spot. The diminutive girl stepped away from the can and looked out into the sprawling mall, walking around other people, their robots and a few androids as she contemplated what to do with her day. “Maybe they bailed because of my height..?” She asked herself, not watching where she was going too carefully as she proceeded into the mall proper. She’d put her actual height into the profile for the app but she figured people would find that more cute than anything. Guys like short girls... Right? Maybe not as short as her though...

One blue and white checkered sneaker in front of the other, Chelsea pondered and lamented herself. She was cute enough, why wasn’t she being paid attention to? She figured that eventually she’d get all of it, she just had to find the right situation... “Maybe I should dye my hair again?” She asked herself aloud as she took her phone from her pocket and opened up the camera, reversing it’s view angle to look at herself like a mirror, finding her sad expression and gentle green eyes staring back dejectedly.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Unbeknownst to Chelsea someone had been observing her for quite some time. From her arrival to her leaving. The mysterious person in question smirked as Chelsea seemed quite miffed. What a cute pouting face! But now was not the time to linger or enjoy what wasn’t yet had. With a press on an app a robot companion woke up with some beeps and buzzes.

Without hesitation the robot walked surely towards Chelsea who was just having a look at her hair. A green light blinked and a ray of light scanned the small woman. “Infant recognized. ID not up to date.” A metal claw, much like a handcuff, snapped around Chelsea’s wrist.

“Scolding protocol engaged. Naughty little baby. You’re not supposed to be here on your own.” Without even waiting or processing Chelsea’s reaction, the robot dragged her away towards one of the fully automatical changing stations they had set up everywhere.

[MingleMonster]

Chelsea was lost in her head, face buried in her phone as she changed her hair color between a few different simulations in the screen. Eventually she got to a sort of blue hair and swished hers back and forth, wondering if perhaps this would catch some eyes... But at the same time, maybe it was too much?

While she was negotiating with herself about her hair color, she noticed a light trickle over her screen and looked up to see that she was just scanned by some robot that had approached her. “...Eh...?” She sighed with a half smile, a look of confused concern on her face as she was unsure if she was about to be peddled some sort of perfume or maybe she’d have a magazine offer shoved into her hands as these sorts of bots usually accosted young women like her for. Instead it said something bizarre - Claiming she was an... Infant? “Hey, ummm, could you move?” She asked the robot, pointing to the left of her as if to direct the robot out of her path. That’s when it clamped a claw around her wrist, feeling the inside was softly padded but that didn’t change that she was basically shackled by this thing, which she immediately began tugging away from.

“H-hey! Let me go, what the hell?” She asked, trying with all of her miniature might to free her wrist as she tugged with her body weight, even squeaking her sneakers against the linoleum floor as she was pulled away. She heard what it was saying but wasn’t having any of it, still struggling with her one hand to wiggle out and the other gripping her phone. “Look you! I’m -not- a baby! I’m a young woman and I will not be treated like this. Which one of these stores is responsible for you? I’m going to give them such a talking too...” Chelsea threatened in a fairly non threatening voice, her higher pitch making her sound more whiny and childish than she probably intended.

Why wasn’t anyone helping her? Chelsea looked around and noticed that some people were looking at her but they weren’t intending to help, and most weren’t even that interested... Sure she was small, but they didn’t think she was an actual child, did they? It’s not like it’d be the first time, unfortunately... “Hey, help me! This dumb...Ungh, thing...” She grumped and struggled, desperately fighting this robot that didn’t even seem to flinch at her struggling. If the claw wasn’t padded inside she would be beating up her wrist for sure.

As the robot and it’s charge Chelsea cleared the crowd of people, Chelsea momentarily stopped struggling to try and understand what she was lookin at. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she looked on to where the robot was pulling her, but she didn’t really understand it despite feeling like she’d seen something like it dozens of times. There was a feeling of worry building in her little tummy...

[Barbossasdaughter]

“Negative! Humanoid Baby.” The robot said once more as Chelsea struggled.

The people around looked but none of the really cared. You don’t meddle with what you don’t know and those robots could be a real pain in the ass. Besides that girl was probably a little girl that was just trying to be a wanna be grown-up.

They arrived and the robot got Chelsea on the conveyor belt. Two padded claws came out and grabbed both her wrists, as the robot got his away. “Destination arrived. Proceeding.” It got to the console and tipped in things.

The belt began to move and an entry opened, where the belt continued downwards, holding Chelsea secure and getting her further. “Welcome to the Baby changing station. Your baby will be taken well care of.” Another light hit the young woman and scanned her. “First step Identification. Identification faulty. New ID needed.” The claws let Chelsea go as they were inside and the conveyor followed a straight route. The two metal hands began to undress her not very delicately, ripping her clothes in the process. First they got her shirt, then proceeded with the jeans, not caring about any words or defiance! They were just doing there job with what they considered a naughty, big baby.

[MingleMonster]

Getting stopped in front of what appeared to be a conveyor belt, Chelsea was lifted up by the singular claw and moved onto the belt, an effortless display of strength from the robot that just didn’t seem to care. As if her presence alone was enough, two more claws came out behind her and snatched her wrists - One taking her bare wrist with her phone still clutched in her hand and the other trading places with the robot’s claw, restraining her while it moved away towards a nearby console.

Kicking and grumbling, Chelsea flared over at the robot and complained at it. “Uuugh, whatever you’re doing stop! Your broken, you’ve made some sort of mistake!” She reasoned, though it didn’t appear to have done any good. Feeling a jerking sensation beneath her, Chelsea let out a little squeak in surprise as the ceiling began to move above her... Or rather the belt began to move below her. She struggled against these soft cuffs as well as she heard the entryway open up and began to yell even more so once she was pulled into the tunnel proper. “No! No! Let me gooo!”

Inside, she continued to kick and whine to try and free herself, not staying even a little bit still. The sudden light shining over her coupled with the quick sounds of computing made her sigh angrily, listening to the machine continue to get it all wrong. For a brief second she thought that the failsafe worked, but then hearing that it was simply going to give her a new ID she resumed her struggles and yelling anew. “I. Am. Not. A. Baby! I don’t need a new ID!” She spoke loudly, having her wrists released giving her another glimmer of hope as if she was being listened too.

Then the hands came out, and before Chelsea knew what was going on she felt them all over her, attempting and succeeding at stripping her down. “Stop it! This isn’t right, you can’t just undress a girl like this, it’s degrading!” She complained as one of the hands moved from tugging on her shirt to taking a fistful of her top, threads popping as the hands more or less ripped her out of it, exposing her relatively small white bra. Attempting to flip down and sit to prevent any further clothing removal, she was unfortunately beaten to the punch by the hands as they caught her in the motion and began trying to slip off her pants which Chelsea of course fought desperately for all the way until one of the hands managed to undo her fly, the other hand pulling the mildly damaged pants off of her with a quick tug, exposing her childishly designed panties. She... Had a hard time finding clothes in a size that fit her, unless she visited the children’s section in most stores...

Needless to say, Chelsea was embarrassed, covering her underthings with her arms as best as she could in preparation for any more scans.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Poor Chelsea wasn’t yet done. Oh no! It was only the begining. The machine noticed her bra and underwear and the claws slid under it, cutting it off, not bothering to properly getting it open and removed it. Then came her panties as another claw pulled them down and off with a swift motion!

She was now scanned again and a voice said:”Shaving programm initiated.” To facilitate and knowing how wiggly infants could be, Chelsea was strapped down, her arms close to her body and her legs wide spread! Then two hands appeared and one hand pointed a finger tip at her nether region to spray her down with cold water! The second arrived adding some shaving foam and the other got a razor! With quick precise moves, Chelsea’s pubic area was now as fresh and hairless like an infants!

“Commencing ID labeling,” A tattoo laser gun pointed itself just right over her, pointing between the navel and intimate parts. A barcode was tattoed on her which would indentify her as a human infant, considered in need of firm handling and treatment. It seemed as someone had already programmed this beforehand....

Her legs and arms were released and the robotic voice announced:”Diapering procedure initiated.” A few more pairs appeared holding different items including a powder bottle, a diaper with pink teddy bears on it and wet wipes!

[MingleMonster]

Standing up while hugging herself, Chelsea made it all the easier for the machines to have their way again. She hardly felt the claw zip behind her back and apparently use some sort of apparatus inside of it to clip it open in one move, only feeling the lack of tightness as her bra practically fell off! “Wah! Leave me alone!” She fussed, not really sure what to say as the feelings of helplessness and violation overwhelmed any logical retort she could have. Next she felt a tug at her panties and they were pulled down off of her rapidly, revealing her mild fuzzy pubic hairs that aside from the blonde highlights matched the drapes.

Chelsea landed on her hands as the claw yanked her underwear again, tripping her down back to the belt. She turned around onto her bottom in a rather silly motion as she looked up for something, anything she could talk to or reason with. Embarrassing as it was, even a camera with a real person behind it would be able to get her SOS flailing motions if she could only spot one... Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the second scan and heard the machine say “Shaving program”, worried for her hair... It would only occur to her after she was wrestled onto her back and strapped down with temporary magnetic straps onto the belt that they weren’t talking about her head.

Her legs were spread and restrained, which made her yell out again as she realized she just couldn’t move now. “Please! I don’t know how you’ve made this mistake but I’m not a baby! I mean, you can see that right?” She said, clearly meaning her pubic area. In response she was suddenly hit with a jet of cold water right on her crotch area, causing her to yelp again and turn her demanding into whimpers. Next came the hand passing cream over her that only had to make one magic trick pass over her to coat her completely, leaving her ready for what looked like a specialized safety razor. “...Nooo...” She whined as the hand made perfect shaving motions with the somewhat high tech item, removing her hair with ease and after mere seconds she was bald and bare down below, as if she’d never even considered hitting puberty.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Chelsea gasped when she heard it was going to do... Something. She wasn’t quite sure what, but the odd rectangular thing that came out after the announcement didn’t fill her with confidence. With a quick mechanical whining sound and pressing motion from the thing, an array of tingling ran over her flesh beneath and around the object until it pulled back, revealing some sort of barcode that was left on her. “Now th-that’s just too far!” She complained, her expression mixed between dread and anger.

When her straps were removed by claws on both sides seemingly made for strap retrieval, she immediately sat up and tried to wipe the barcode off of her now bare flesh. As she did she realized two things: Lamenting just how perfectly bald down below she was as she was beyond smooth without even a trace, and that this barcode didn’t seem to be coming off of her, the hastened rubbing looking suspiciously naughty despite her actions being tame... Her pupils shrunk when she heard it say the dreaded ‘D word’ and the hands came out from above and around holding items for infants... The butterflies returned to her stomach yet again and apparently lifted her into action as she began to attempt to crab crawl backwards against the belt, her eyes transfixed to the hands...

[Barbossasdaughter]

“Now now little one! Don’t move!” The machine chided and another pair of hands came to gently tickle her and coax her to stay still. Then her legs were lifted up and the wet wipe wiped her down throughly! It certainly had to be a cold, wet feeling!

Then came the powder sprinkled in copious amounts onto the girl’s bottom. Another hand patted her bottom after, a bit rough you would say and the diaper was slid under her bottom. Her legs were pulled down and spread so the front could be slid between and up. It was put on snug and the tapes fixed on each side.

“Diapering complete.” The machine announced and out of nowhere a pacifier was stuck into chsea’s mouth! The belt got her finally out again. Only that she was half naked and in a diaped now!

[MingleMonster]

Her crab walk attempt didn’t last long against the long-standing curse of her ticklish tendencies, Chelsea letting out a cute giggle even despite her current plight. Using her hands to bat at the tickling gloves, her little legs gently kicked until they were seized by another pair of them so she could be diapered. “Wait wait, no fair!” She complained as the tickling hands retreated, having done their job with her.

Flumping back at the sudden tug on her ankles, Chelsea squeaked as she rolled back and watched the hands produce a few wipes from the container they had with them, bringing down a cool damp sheet to ‘clean’ her with despite necessity. If anything, she was already very ‘clean’ after they took away her lower hairs, this was excessive! In fact, the cold pettings from the wipe was so excessive that it almost felt like it was trying to be a little naughty as even after she’d been cleaned from rump to naval the hands still insisted on spending extra time with her flower, like she was really dirty there even though she knew she wasn’t... The lingering dampness of being wiped all over combined with the overall situation made Chelsea blush and wiggle, noting that this new barcode that was on her was entirely unaffected by the wipes.

Once she was sufficiently embarrassed from her unnecessary cleaning, her legs were shot up once again to make way for a generous amount of powder as the shaker was brought down and shook out plenty of the soft cornstarch medicinal all over her cold, damp bottom. “I’m not some gross baby, I’m an -adult-! I don’t need to be cleaned and I definitely don’t need any powder!” She complained in a desperate, seemingly defeated voice as she struggled to move though this only earned her more tickles which made her giggle again. Another hand joining in down below began to pat on her bottom to help with the powdering, but it seemed like it was doing little helping and more hurting as it was just a bit too rough with her little bottom, feeling almost like it was giving her a subtle warning spank.

There was a crinkling sound in front of Chelsea that made her look passed her elevated legs with fear as she confirmed her worries, spotting the diaper getting opened up and brought down for her. She resumed her struggling as her bottom was lifted a little higher, still being patted by the hand, before she was rested down into the garment, feeling the softness of the material which made her gasp with a little ‘eep!’. Her legs were spread and powder was dusted over her front too, clinging to her damp crotch areas while the hand shifted gears from patting her bottom to patting her front for a few seconds but not nearly as rough; just enough to embarrass her. Now properly prepared, Chelsea could only wiggle and whine as she watched the front of the diaper get pulled up onto, the front landing in place below her naval. The hands were experts and quickly opened up each of the tapes, hugging her with the diaper as they closed which gave it an all encompassing snug feel... And made Chelsea feel smaller than she could ever remember being.

Finally, the hands retreated afterwards, which allowed her to sit up. She glared down between her spread legs at the puffy garment between them, blush seemingly plastered across her face. She noticed that the diaper fully covered the barcode that was put onto her, but it was still there, hidden within the diaper likely somewhere around the landing zone, if maybe a little lower. The girl was shaking with embarrassment and a touch of anger, and she threw her head up and yelled into the machine indiscriminate of wherever the part that might listen to her would be. “You’re so stupid! I’m not a baby! I’m not! I’m not! I’m nooooo-huuumph!...?”

While Chelsea was slapping her still sneakered feet onto the belt and banging her hands in a tantrum of sorts, the machine shoved a sizable pacifier into her mouth, which caught her off guard. The nipple felt oversized in her mouth and the guard was really big for a pacifier, but it wasn’t an unbearable device... She didn’t have much time to ponder it or even take it out as she seemed to emerge from the conveyor shortly after being pacified. Not knowing what was in store for her, the girl in nothing but her socks and shoes, a baby print diaper and a pacifier covered her small breasts with her arm, her eyebrows furrowing as her expression of embarrassment was obvious on her cute, pouty scowling face...

[Barbossasdaughter]

People looked up and a figure came closer. “Hm. Looks good on you I must say. Come on. We need to get you properly dressed.” A Nanny type woman looked down at her and reached her hand out for Chelsea to take. This wasn’t a human persay but the newest model of Nanny androids available. It had Chelsea’s barcode in it’s system and had been told to look after the naughty baby girl until further notice.

“My name is Nanny Veronique, but a little baby girl as you can call me Nanny. Alright?”