BeepBoop said: You can tell the guy in the back is tired of dealing with this stuff.
Guy: this sucks why do i have to do this everyday. All they do is piss and s@#$ and go gugu gaga god i hate my life i'm never having kids. in fact i think i'll play for the other team for once, Ranoldo down in corporate management been giving me some looks the other day perhaps i shoul-aww s@#$ she just wet herself again.
Story: Shaking, timid, face flushed red, it was obvious to the Baby Make corporation what Connie had returned for. Others watched as the poor girl walked through the lobby, twitching, agitated, eyes filled with lust. The director greeted her so calmly and ushered her into the office where she would make her transition official.::
:: Papers passed. No one could read at a time like this. Connie was stirring in her seat, her thighs destined to touch, yet the cruel steel frame resisting her efforts. An agonizing bubble shielded her from the place she wished to access most. The director drank in every moment she could catch with a glimpse as the girl fidgeted in her seat, trying her best to act like she knew what she was reading. She would agree to become part of the lab. She would agree to become an experiment. She would agree to become their slave. There was no other option in this agreement.::
:: She couldn't help but feel naive as the papers were signed, stripped from her clothing and forced by the director's hand to walk out into the lab. It was spacious, yet surprisingly warm and clean. Monitors displayed information about patients, yet Connie could barely focus on the red text. Her daily cleaning routine had conditioned her to focus too heavily on other things. She knew the lab from the messaging she was fed. She saw what patients wore, what they looked like, and how satisfied they were when Baby Maker pleasured them. In chastity, she found that life more and more exciting, and after the 30th day, she knew she had to have it. After walking a few feet, Connie was told to straddle a belted table with a rounded divot, one conveniently next to Baby Maker.::
"As our new patient, we have to make a few adjustments to your diaper to make you adaptable to protocol."
:: Connie straddled the table, her diaper mostly sinking in the divot. Two thick steel arms held her thighs to be sure she followed directions properly. She was instructed to rock back, then forward and found that a shiny new plastic layer had been added to the bulk of her diaper. This protected the padding during rough wear and also placed a chip beneath so that they could track her movements. Her diaper was reinforced several times, and then she was told to lean forward and stay. She did so, and felt something cut against the wall of her diaper! She felt a great deal of tugging and adjusting from beneath the metal seat before she was allowed to lean back again. Looking down, she saw that another port had been added to her diaper. It replaced the heart design on the front of the diaper and featured a locking clasp mechanism that Connie picked at to no avail.::
"You are now chipped and accessible to Baby Maker at all times. We just have one last procedure for you."
:: Connie looked to Baby Maker with the biggest blush, remembering her first encounter with it. Understanding now why the heart design was located where it was, she couldn't help but gaze lustfully at the well-built machine. While Connie was distracted, the director held a large pacifier by Connie's face. It was unusual. The nipple looked shriveled and beaten, and the material didn't look rubber at all. The guard displayed a number on it, and she had recognized it from the side of her changing machine. She looked at it nervously as the Director grinned.::
"There are 3 classes of patients here at Baby Make. First class means the patient has come straight to the lab before the diaper was even placed. Second class is for those that return to us after a month has passed. They're desperate, but not enough to come straight back. Third class... well, that's you.~"
:: Connie looked to another patient walking with a pacifier in her mouth. Her mouth appeared to be stuffed, and the distress in her eyes was obvious. She could feel her hair being softly tugged back by the director, her mouth opening ever so slightly to allow the pacifier to pass through. It immediately expanded behind her teeth, her jaw opening as wide as it could and not able to let the pacifier out. A hole had formed in the center of the expansion, allowing convenient access for a feeding tube if need be.::
"Third class patients come running back as soon as they realize they can't live without our wonderful creation, Baby Maker. They're the most desperate, and so they're the least privileged here."
:: Connie tried to move her mouth to talk, but all she could do was moan out through her nose.::
"Don't worry. You will eventually be able to take your pacifier out, but it will take practice. You will have to stretch your jaw more and more each day, enough to eventually service Baby Maker properly."
:: Connie tugged slightly on the pacifier, but it wouldn't budge. It hurt too much, though she could see the potential the director was talking about. Looking to Baby Maker's member, she found her despair turning into excitement quickly. The Director stroked Baby Maker's frame as if it were a fond pet of theirs.::
"Until then, you will be edged and toyed with. I think you will quickly find your place among the other patients."
:: Allowed off the table Connie was practically in tears with this new wave of emotions. She let out a loud moan that was meant to be "wait," though the Director's condescending smile was all she needed to know her place here.::
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What is the point of this anyway all you have is a ton of adult babies, I don't see the reward in doing this
It could be used in a way to make criminals harmless saving on prison-time. or to gain control of a place without bloodshed.
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You can tell the guy in the back is tired of dealing with this stuff.
Guy: this sucks why do i have to do this everyday. All they do is piss and s@#$ and go gugu gaga god i hate my life i'm never having kids. in fact i think i'll play for the other team for once, Ranoldo down in corporate management been giving me some looks the other day perhaps i shoul-aww s@#$ she just wet herself again.
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Shaking, timid, face flushed red, it was obvious to the Baby Make corporation what Connie had returned for. Others watched as the poor girl walked through the lobby, twitching, agitated, eyes filled with lust. The director greeted her so calmly and ushered her into the office where she would make her transition official.::
:: Papers passed. No one could read at a time like this. Connie was stirring in her seat, her thighs destined to touch, yet the cruel steel frame resisting her efforts. An agonizing bubble shielded her from the place she wished to access most. The director drank in every moment she could catch with a glimpse as the girl fidgeted in her seat, trying her best to act like she knew what she was reading. She would agree to become part of the lab. She would agree to become an experiment. She would agree to become their slave. There was no other option in this agreement.::
:: She couldn't help but feel naive as the papers were signed, stripped from her clothing and forced by the director's hand to walk out into the lab. It was spacious, yet surprisingly warm and clean. Monitors displayed information about patients, yet Connie could barely focus on the red text. Her daily cleaning routine had conditioned her to focus too heavily on other things. She knew the lab from the messaging she was fed. She saw what patients wore, what they looked like, and how satisfied they were when Baby Maker pleasured them. In chastity, she found that life more and more exciting, and after the 30th day, she knew she had to have it. After walking a few feet, Connie was told to straddle a belted table with a rounded divot, one conveniently next to Baby Maker.::
"As our new patient, we have to make a few adjustments to your diaper to make you adaptable to protocol."
:: Connie straddled the table, her diaper mostly sinking in the divot. Two thick steel arms held her thighs to be sure she followed directions properly. She was instructed to rock back, then forward and found that a shiny new plastic layer had been added to the bulk of her diaper. This protected the padding during rough wear and also placed a chip beneath so that they could track her movements. Her diaper was reinforced several times, and then she was told to lean forward and stay. She did so, and felt something cut against the wall of her diaper! She felt a great deal of tugging and adjusting from beneath the metal seat before she was allowed to lean back again. Looking down, she saw that another port had been added to her diaper. It replaced the heart design on the front of the diaper and featured a locking clasp mechanism that Connie picked at to no avail.::
"You are now chipped and accessible to Baby Maker at all times. We just have one last procedure for you."
:: Connie looked to Baby Maker with the biggest blush, remembering her first encounter with it. Understanding now why the heart design was located where it was, she couldn't help but gaze lustfully at the well-built machine. While Connie was distracted, the director held a large pacifier by Connie's face. It was unusual. The nipple looked shriveled and beaten, and the material didn't look rubber at all. The guard displayed a number on it, and she had recognized it from the side of her changing machine. She looked at it nervously as the Director grinned.::
"There are 3 classes of patients here at Baby Make. First class means the patient has come straight to the lab before the diaper was even placed. Second class is for those that return to us after a month has passed. They're desperate, but not enough to come straight back. Third class... well, that's you.~"
:: Connie looked to another patient walking with a pacifier in her mouth. Her mouth appeared to be stuffed, and the distress in her eyes was obvious. She could feel her hair being softly tugged back by the director, her mouth opening ever so slightly to allow the pacifier to pass through. It immediately expanded behind her teeth, her jaw opening as wide as it could and not able to let the pacifier out. A hole had formed in the center of the expansion, allowing convenient access for a feeding tube if need be.::
"Third class patients come running back as soon as they realize they can't live without our wonderful creation, Baby Maker. They're the most desperate, and so they're the least privileged here."
:: Connie tried to move her mouth to talk, but all she could do was moan out through her nose.::
"Don't worry. You will eventually be able to take your pacifier out, but it will take practice. You will have to stretch your jaw more and more each day, enough to eventually service Baby Maker properly."
:: Connie tugged slightly on the pacifier, but it wouldn't budge. It hurt too much, though she could see the potential the director was talking about. Looking to Baby Maker's member, she found her despair turning into excitement quickly. The Director stroked Baby Maker's frame as if it were a fond pet of theirs.::
"Until then, you will be edged and toyed with. I think you will quickly find your place among the other patients."
:: Allowed off the table Connie was practically in tears with this new wave of emotions. She let out a loud moan that was meant to be "wait," though the Director's condescending smile was all she needed to know her place here.::
"Welcome to the lab, 231905."