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Code Gease: Kallen the Pampered Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2021-07-09 20:51:38 +0000 UTC
Chapter IV: Etiquette Lessons or Baby Reprogramming?!
Waking up was a slow process for Kallen on a good day, but after the draining experience that was yesterday the lights slowly brightening around her wasn’t enough to rile her from slumber. “Muhhh,” She groaned, rolling over and hiding her eyes in the pillow of her crib. “Fuhve muhr munutes…” Her eyes jolted open when she realized what she said, and how she’d said it. Her mouth was no longer occupied by the cartoonishly large, invasive pacifier.
She gave her jaw a few stretches, enjoying the feeling of freedom now that her mouth was unoccupied. That quickly went away when she attempted to push herself up from the bed only to find that her arms were still stuck at her side and the rest of the humiliating clothes, including her diaper, were still firmly on her.
“Ghuss ut whus too mush tu ausk thut ut whus ull uh drhum.” Kallen said understanding a whole new brand of humiliation as she spoke. For whatever reason, she now had a speech impediment. It warped her own speech patterns, making them nearly unrecognizable. She took a moment to focus on her mouth and throat and recognized the numbing feeling from before clearly as her senses came to her. “That damn pacifier had lingering effects.” She thought angrily.
With laborious effort Kallen turned around and sat up, feeling her abdominals tense as she scrunched her face to sit up. The rubber around her body almost acted as a resistance band for the exercise, cementing just how hard this place was trying to make movement for Kallen.
“Okay, so the lights are on, but what now?” she wondered, looking around, “The room’s completely unchanged save for the fact that all those robotic hands are gone, but do they just want me to sit in this crib forever? What’s supposed to happen now?”
Unlike before an answer didn’t come to Kallen immediately, discrediting the idea that this place had some ability to read her mind. Instead, she was left to sit in her crib a bit and retest the strength of her bonds until the artificial voice finally filled the room.
“Good morning Baby Stradtfeld, we hope you slept well.”
Kallen grumbled in her crib. From Baby Kallen to Baby Stradtfeld, like everything else here it just seemed to get worse and worse. She’d rather they use her real name, Kozuki, instead of that one. Calling her baby anything was bad enough, but Baby Kallen or Baby Kozuki she could handle. Labeling her Baby Stradtfeld made her Mrs. Stradtfeld’s by default and denied Kallen the right to be her own person.
“Uh slupt fuhine.” Kallen managed to get out, responding to the mystery voice above her.
“We are glad to hear that.” The voice said, “It is now breakfast time, please prepare.”
With a shake of her head, Kallen attempted to reject the voice’s offer although it was unclear if it could really see her or not. While the emptiness of her stomach was undeniable, this situation left her with little to no appetite. “If I eat, I’ll have to use the bathroom eventually too. I know it’s inevitable but the more of this situation I can resist the better.” she thought.
“Uh’m Nawt Hwung-” she started. Her refusal was completely interrupted by something flying at her face with lightning speed, something she had no time to react to.
Kallen fell back in shock, as something shoved itself into her open mouth once again. She flailed, straining to bring her arms up and wrench the new intruding object from her mouth. Unfortunately, with her arms still pinned it was very much a worthless struggle. She attempted to spit the thing out, but her lips were held open in an O shape that prevented her from puckering up. Just below her ears, a mechanical chittering sounded as four limbs came to rest on either side of her face, locking the ringed gag in place in her mouth.
Kallen’s eyes followed the new machine’s trailing tubing with worry, all the way up into the ceiling where it disappeared. “I can’t believe I fell for that twice,” she groaned internally, “Looks like I don’t get a choice on breakfast either–It’s about to happen anyway.”
*VVVVRRRRRR* *SHUMMP* *PSHHHHHHH* New sounds from a new mechanical contraption came from the ceiling of the room and through the clear tubing as Kallen watched tanish liquid slowly climb through. Even before it reached her mouth she could tell it was absurdly thick and heavy, almost like molasses as its descent towards her open mouth was slow and clingy.
Several agonizing minutes of waiting could not have prepared Kallen for the taste that graced her mouth. Whatever this stuff was it was cloyingly sweet when it first covered her tongue, causing Kallen to gag a little. Her first instinct was to refuse to swallow the gunk, but even with its slow pace it gradually filled her cheeks to the brim and she risked choking on it if she didn’t. The machine pumping food down to her showed no signs of stopping.
Several heavy gulps sounded from her throat, but even just swallowing the syrupy crud was hard due to its flavor and consistency. After several more minutes, the redhead had gulped down enough to, at the very least least, empty her mouth. To her dismay however, the machine didn’t stop and now, having found a rhythm, Kallen was consuming the goo at a steady pace.
“It doesn’t stop!” she thought, amazed at how much the nursery supposedly expected her to drink. She’d felt full after the first couple of gulps of the heavy syrup, but long after she’d lost track of however many times she’d swallowed the pumping continued. When her stomach began to ache from being completely filled Kallen had hoped it would stop. It didn’t.
When she noticed the bulge of her stomach expanding slightly through the layers of latex she hoped it would stop. It still didn’t.
Only when Kallen was left a groaning and bloated mess who had trouble swallowing even a teaspoon more did the machine cease its onslaught and the tube retracted.
The jointed claws holding the tube to Kallen’s lips released their grip on her head, allowing the gag to fall away from her face and zip back up into the ceiling above. “Sho fwull.” Kallen groaned, rolling back and forth on her bedding and wishing for a reprieve from the insane pressure in her stomach.
“Who is a chunky baby?” asked the room’s voice flatly. From the wall two of the robotic hands appeared, reaching through the bars of the crib to prod Kallen’s stomach and elicit more groans from her.
“Stawp…” she said weakly, trying to flop away from the prodding digits. She ended up looking like a fish left on land, flopping uselessly to the freedom of water. Kallen rolled all the way to the outer edge of her crib and pressed against the bars. Nowhere to go from there. The room’s many hands just lifted her out of the bed, gently carrying her over to the classroom side of the space.
Kallen was astonished to see that she was taken to the treadmill on the school side of her living space and the hands set her down gently so she could stand on the machine even with her bootied feet.
“Yuh cuhnt expuct muh tuh rhun.” She gasped out to the room, feeling uneasy just standing after her belly had shifted in the brief trip across the room.
It is time for walking lessons.” the voice stated plainly, “You will maintain posture and composure despite the most demanding circumstances.”
“Demanding circumstances is right,” Kallen thought, getting more annoyed by the second, “I can just barely stand on this damn thing with how this diaper is spreading my legs. Pair that with my stomach and these damn shoes and I’m going to eat it on this thing. They can’t really expect me to do this… can they?”
Sure enough the treadmill started up, groaning along at a slow pace that allowed Kallen to toddle along without falling. “Hu-huy!” she called, “a luhttle war-” She was stopped again by the bulbous pacifier shoved between her lips. Kallen just rolled her eyes and accepted the soother, recognizing that fighting it got her nowhere at this point.
The redhead’s toddling continued and gradually she found a natural cadence to her steps that allowed her to keep up with the pace set by the machine even with all her punishing restraints. Still, the crinkle of her padding and sloshing of her overfull stomach were astoundingly distracting. Eventually, Kallen missed a beat and she stumbled, just barely catching herself before going down.
“Whew,” She thinks, falling back into the rhythm, “That was clos-” *THWAAPP* “OOOWWWWW!” From behind she felt something hard and flat smack into the back of her diaper with amazing force, causing her to stumble again on the treadmill. Kallen looked back in disdain, but her expression shifted to terror when she saw that waiting wooden paddle attached to a mechanical arm, waiting to smack her bottom again.
“Failure to walk straight will be met with punishment. Please pay attention to your form Baby Stradtfeld.” ordered the voice from above.
Kallen turned her attention back to the moving surface of the treadmill which had started going faster underneath her without her even realizing it, and she let out a gulp behind her paci, increasing the speed of her waddling to match. She was able to keep pace for several minutes, but without realizing the exercise machine was gradually increasing its pace, and once again Kallen lost her footing.
*THWAP* Another smack graced the back of her padding, jostling her overly full stomach with the force of the strike. She let out a groan, feeling the fatigue of the exercise along with the uncomfortable nature of her stomach greatly.
“Wh-Why am I doing this?” she wondered, struggling to keep up due to the growing soreness of her rear, “If I just stopped and didn’t comply this dumb machine couldn’t do anything to me. I’ll just sit in the center of the floor and wait it out.”
Kallen had clearly forgotten about the machine’s ability to manipulate her how it wanted and even just slowing down earned her another swat that caused her to yelp and speed up again. She kept on with her forced exercise until a certain dull ache from her lower abdomen caused her to slow again.
*THWAAPP* “Ahh!” She was back to her normal speed but the ache wasn’t subsiding and a low rumbling was slowly emanating from her swollen tummy. *Grrrrrgggllll* If she had any freedom of movement Kallen’s hands would have flown to her stomach to try and feel out the disturbance. Even without their aid, she could feel it clearly. That nasty syrup had made its way through her amazingly quick for how thick it was. She could feel that fullness oozing its way down through her digestive tract from her stomach.
“I-I-I gotta use the b-bathroom…” she thought unhappily, now struggling to keep up while ignoring her stomach. She was sure that was completely by design, but that didn’t mean she didn’t hate it. “Of course this place would want me to use my diaper, I’ll bet that food was chock-full of laxatives too.”
*GRRRROOOAAANN* Kallen’s stomach let out another loud rumble and this time she felt herself actually getting close to a limit of some sort, like a train chugging through a tunnel towards its destination. Automatically she started to double over, almost presenting her diapered rear to the machine behind her for a smack, though one never came. Instead, the treadmill below her stopped and she was allowed a brief reprieve.
Kallen bent at the waist and took a deep breath, clenching every muscle she could to stop the momentum her “walking lessons” had set loose. *PPPFFFTTTTTT* *BBRRRPPPPP* Bending over caused a loud bout of flatulence that caused Kallen to blush bright red. She was glad nobody was around to hear or, even worse, smell it. The sound of her embarrassing trumpeting was hardly even muffled by the massive padding and it alarmed Kallen with its forcefulness.
“I-I won’t do it, I’m not going to use this diaper!” Kallen told herself, standing up straight and clenching her rear as tight as she could. From above a pair of mechanical hands descended and slid themselves under her armpits to lift her.
“Nuh!” Kallen cried, feeling gravity aid her impending mess as her feet were lifted away from the floor. Her stomach cramps were officially reaching their peak and Kallen felt her accident pushing against her straining sphincter, the pressure building with each passing second she fought to hold out. She’d been in prolonged battles in her knightmare frame that felt easier than holding back the burden piling up in her body.
Defeated and tired, Kallen let out a small sniffle as she felt her body let go, unable to hold back the load any longer. *BBBBRRRAAAPPP* *FLLLLLLOOORRRRRRPPPPPPP* A loud fart rumbled in her padding before her body started pushing a mushy torrent into the soft core of her diaper violently. Intense heat instantly surrounded Kallen’s bottom, forming to her rear as the padding around her waist struggled to expand and contain the mess.
She groaned, disgusted by the feeling of her own torrid mess squishing against her soft skin. It was worse when after several minutes her body’s aggressive pushing didn’t seem to falter. She was apparently depositing every bit of the sickly sweet syrup into her padding. The amount of smelly muck she produced was overwhelming and she wasn’t sure what was more exhausting, pushing the monstrous load into her diaper or stumbling on the treadmill.
“How is there so much?” Kallen wondered, straining to deposit wave after wave into the padding, “It’s so disgustingly hot too, and the feeling is squishing against me, ugh.” Kallen’s mess filled the space of her diaper quickly, tenting out the back briefly before coming to rest in its crotch and causing the rustling plastic to dip lower between her uselessly dangling legs. The muckish matter piled up in its plastic prison, rubbing against Kallen’s sensitive parts and causing her to cringe.
“It’s everywhere,” she groaned to herself, “God, I thought a clean diaper was bad. I can’t wait to get into a new one–and the smell!” Every moment of Kallen pooping herself was a new horror to the poor diapered girl. The foul stench that graced her nose made her want to gag a little, and it was worse knowing that she simply couldn’t escape it, that it would travel with her wherever she went.
Almost five full minutes passed while Kallen hung in the air before she finally felt the tremendous weight of the load in her stomach relieved and she could breathe a sigh of relief. Her rosebud twitched weakly, extremely weakened due to forcing out so much shit. The diaper around Kallen’s waist now hung to about mid-calf and every inch of free space was packed with hot stinking mess.
“I can’t believe how much I went…” she thought, looking down to the diaper that tugged against its latex cover and stretched it wildly. “I can’t believe this thing held either’ It’s like the outside expanded to hold it all. There’s not even a gap in the leg holes… how much more can it hold?”
The redhead wasn’t sure what to expect next, but she wasn’t left hanging limp and tired in the air for long, the hands that supported her bringing her in front of the chalkboard that covered one wall and held her over the small desk sitting in front of it. It was one of those connected desk chair combos, with only a small opening for its user to slip into.
There’s no way I’m fitting in that thing.” Kallen thought, flailing her legs uselessly above the piece of furniture. It looked too small for her even if she didn’t have, what was essential, a trash bag full of mashed potatoes around her waist. That didn’t stop the machine from trying though and they slowly lowered her toward the small opening.
Kallen was in fact correct that she wouldn’t fit and while her legs slid down into the slot her diaper squashed against the sides of the desk and chair, causing the gunk inside to shift and squelch against her. She shivered, still disgusted by the now lukewarm gunk in her diaper.
The nursery’s programming took a few attempts at jamming Kallen into the desk before apparently giving up. It held her up for a moment while a section of the floor it sat on simply lowered away, leaving a dark square in the carpet. There was a brief thought of escape in Kallen’s mind as she looked down at the floor, but she doubted that with her full padding she’d be able to get far. This place proved efficient at squashing escape attempts after all.
Instead, Kallen turned her attention to the piece of furniture that she’d climbed up in her previous escape attempt. “There’s a crib and a high chair here, it makes sense that that is a changing table.” Kallen indicated toward the table with what little wrist movement she had and tried to ask for a change through her pacifier. “Muh Diapuh fuh, I nuhd u chunge.”
Above her, she heard the nursery’s voice speak up for the first time in a bit. “Baby Stradtfeld, we regret to inform you that you are not currently eligible for a change. Your diaper is not nearly full enough.”
Kallen’s eyes went wide in surprise. “Not full enough!? Not even nearly full enough!? Just how much do they expect me to fill this thing?” She wondered as something new filled the black space on the floor below her. From the dark void, a chair ascended facing the chalkboard.
It looked amazingly cushy to Kallen with a clamshell-like exterior that encircled a soft seat pad that would surround her on all sides with its cushion. The harnesses that hung limply took away from the seats' perceived comfort. “A car seat isn’t really better than a school desk.” She thought cynically.
With a new seat ready for its inhabitant the nursery lowered Kallen down, compacting the sagging plastic of her diaper against the car seat’s seat cushions. Simultaneously, other snaking robotic hands pulled the harness straps together, securing Kallen inside. The nylon straps resting against her body rubbed uncomfortably against the latex wrapped around her body while the one running up the front of her bloated diaper wedgied right into the center, pushing the padding and the pile of mush against her crotch.
She was left sitting at a slight angle and staring at the chalkboard on the wall. “Guess it’s time for lessons. Wonder where my teacher is?”
It was yet another moment where Kallen had no idea what to expect and just had to sit helplessly as another event happened to her. She didn’t think part of the chalkboard would slide away, nor did she expect a screen to flicker to life in front of her. There was a brief buzz of static before a plain pink screen appeared.
The robotic voice that addressed her before resounded through the cushions right by her head, causing her to jump. “It is now time for lessons. Please watch the screen. If you resist we will employ the Ludovico technique. Beginning Hypnosis in 3… 2… 1…”
“Wait,” Kallen thought, somewhat confused. “Hypnosis?”
On the screen above her, a slow swirl came into focus, starting from the center and spiraling outward till it filled the almost 50-inch display. In the same speakers the voice had come through, a piece of slow tinkling music played next to her ear. It reminded her of a child’s mobile or a music box. It filled Kallen’s head as her eyes locked onto the slowly turning spiral on screen.
She found herself unable to look away, whatever it was about this visual fascinated her and even the simplest thoughts of rebellion felt far off in her almost completely blank mind. A small trail of drool dripped out of Kallen’s agape mouth as she stared. Gradually a gentle voice piped in on the headrest, filling the space created by the music and screen.
“You love your mommy. You want to listen to mommy. As a baby, you don’t know any better than to listen to mommy. You will helplessly fill your pants while mommy coos at you.”
While the gentle voice played next to Kallen’s ears she saw images flash on the screen in between the spiral. Diapers and pacifiers and bottles and images of her stepmother, all reinforcing the ideas of babyhood that the soft voice presented.
“I love my mommy,” Kallen thought obediently, mirroring the voice’s instructions and etching them into her own mind, “I must fill my pants for mommy.”
“Of course,” the gentle voice continued, “As a baby, the potty is far out of reach.” A toilet with a circle and a line over it flashed on the screen. “You don’t need a toilet though, you can simply push all that gooey muck into your diaper and that padding will catch and hold it for you so you don’t make a big mess on the floor.”
“I don’t want to make a mess but I know my diaper will catch my messies.”
“You may even feel a little twinge in your bladder, just let that out, there’s no need to stop yourself from peeing, your diaper can hold all your babyish accidents.”
“Jus-just pee… diapee can hold… pee…” Even the mirrored mantra in Kallen’s mind was starting to break down little by little. The concepts her brain was able to process were becoming gradually similar as her mind regressed into babyhood.
Pictures of waterfalls and babbling brooks interrupted the spiral again and Kallen did take notice of the pressure in her bladder suddenly. It was like it’d always been there but she couldn’t notice it before. Then like a blink it was gone, replaced by a gently spreading warmth that centered on her groin and spread throughout her diaper.
It was like a rush, warm liquid pouring out of her body in a hot stream. It could be seen as just Kallen peeing herself like a baby but there was a secondary effect in her brain. She was regressing into a babyish state while she wet herself, this forged an association in her doughy, malleable mind. She would wet her diaper and become more of a baby, more eager to please mommy. Alternatively, it was likely that if she acted childishly or received praise from mommy, she would wet herself.
While Kallen zoned out staring at the electronic screen her diaper expanded, its fluffy core wicking away her accident as she peed herself. While her diaper had stretched to accommodate the hyper messy accident from earlier the padding swelled this time to soak up her accident instead, the outside slowly growing around the strap wedgied up the center.
The hypnotic reinforcement continued long past Kallen wetting herself, although admittedly her concept of time was completely skewed while she was strapped into her high chair. She was only aware that when she came to, the straps she felt digging into her padding were now a little tighter than before and there was a noticeable warmth that wasn’t there when she was sat down.
She couldn’t quite remember what’d happened in that time either. Instead, her general attitude to the nursery and her stepmother’s hand in placing her here had softened, if only ever so slightly. She shifted in her seat, still uncomfortable with the squelching slimy mess around her soft bum.
“I just wish they’d change me.” Kallen thought somewhat groggily, looking longingly at the untouched changing table in the corner, “This diapee is too full.” Without realizing her change in attitude toward her padding nor the childish way she’d referred to it Kallen let out a yawn around her numbing paci. She could do little except wait for the nursery’s next planned activity.
