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Code Gease: Kallen the Pampered Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2021-07-03 01:43:43 +0000 UTC
Chapter III: Kallen’s New Room and New Punishments
The moving belt ended suddenly, leaving Kallen to drop without warning. She let out a nervous gulp and watched a flash of pastel colors fly by her eyes. There was a soft thud as the redhead’s body sunk into the massive padding around her waist. Now that the heavy padding was secured it proved to be the perfect landing pad for her rear.
“Oof.” Kallen groaned from behind her pacifier. She’d landed with her legs spread and sitting straight up, the diaper beneath her keeping her rump boosted and her actual body almost half a foot off the ground. “At least the ride stopped,” Kallen thought, shaking her head and bringing a latex mitted hand to her face, wiping several strands of hair out of her vision. “If this is the end of the line I don’t know that this is any better."
The room around her had that same sickly pink coloring as every other solid surface Kallen had seen here, but instead of a semi-reflective metal surface, it just seemed painted on. “It’s like a normal room,” the redhead noted, pushing herself up from the floor laboriously, “well kinda normal. It doesn't look like a mechanical hellscape like everything else did.” The furniture around Kallen was creepily babyish along with being substantially upsized. Her concern didn't lie with that fact however–she was honestly just glad the floor wasn’t moving anymore. It took a lot of effort, but eventually Kallen was able to push herself away from the softly carpeted floor and up onto shaky legs. It was tough with the beach ball around her waist shoving her thighs apart so thoroughly that she had to walk herself up on mitted hands and then bend at the waist.
Just for a moment she found herself teetering, the extra space in her booties giving her little purchase for solid footing. Kallen’s arms flailed as she tried to steady herself; it took several moments before she balanced out, finally standing up straight from her own strength.
“Okay so it’s about time to find a way to escape. If this is like the other rooms I’ll bet some of these walls slide open too.” She looked down to the cartoonishly wide padding around her hips. “I just hope I’ll be able to squeeze myself through…”
With a few tentative steps Kallen tested her new gait inch by inch. She could stay standing with careful steps forward. To her left was a small desk and chair combo sitting in front of a blackboard. On the right was a massive barred bed apparently meant to act as a place to sleep and a prison late at night.
“A classroom/nursery combo. So my stepmother lied, it’s not an etiquette school. It's a nursery school!” Kallen thought, stepping towards the raised table on the opposite wall that sat between the two sides of the room. Cabinets remained closed on either side while at about Kallen’s head height a shiny vinyl mat sat on top.
With an inquisitive pull Kallen tried to open one of the cabinets only for it to stop short. “A child lock!?” she wondered, attempting to fit her mitted hand into the small space. Without the aid of fingers, she couldn’t undo the mechanism. The small slit wasn’t even enough to peak into the cabinet. “They really went all out here with the whole childish aspect didn’t they?” the redhead thought, giving up on the cabinet. “I suppose the diaper and pacifier should have hammered that point in though…”
It felt like all of Kallen’s thoughts were trailing off at this point, she was so lost in this situation. Even her previous experiences, like going undercover as a waitress at Babel Tower with the massive mafia presence, wasn't as hard as this. This was so far out of Kallen's hands that she felt like she couldn't get a grip on the circumstances. Not only did she have less control in this strange mechanical hellscape, but there wasn’t a chance of running into Lelouch here. “I could really use a hand here Lelouch.” Kallen thought, projecting her thoughts to the empty air like she was talking to someone.
A painstaking climb up the rectangular structure occupied a good bit of the diapered waddler’s time. Once she finally made it to the top she had to rest, kneeling on the vinyl mat and breathing heavily from the exertion. The padding around her waist served as a weight along with everything else and made her climb all the more laborious.
Finally, positioned at the top of the massive piece of furniture, Kallen returned to her feet and started prodding at the wall in front of her. Close inspection of the wall revealed very slight seams just like the other rooms she’d seen before.
“Ahuha!” Kallen exclaimed, trying to claw at the wall to pry open the doorways. “I can get out of here! Just. Have. To. Get. In!” The young revolutionary pushed at the seams carefully but quickly her attempts turned to clawing with her mitted hands and eventually pounding the wall in desperation. “LUH MUH OUHT!” Kallen called, beginning to get increasingly frantic due to her lack of progress.
One strike and movement proved to be too much and Kallen got careless. She accidentally pushed off of the wall, causing herself to lose her footing. “UGH” Kallen groaned, feeling herself begin to drop through the air like a stone. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact of her diaper against the floor of the room. It never came.
Upon opening her eyes she immediately noticed that she was held several feet off the floor with a number of the segmented robotic hands extending from walls and disappearing under her. Being held aloft in the middle of the room gave Kallen a chance to see the side of the room she’d ignored in her original rush to try and escape.
The belt that fed into the room and deposited its padded inhabitant inside had retracted into the wall. All that stood on the previously ignored side of the room was a treadmill on the classroom side and a tall chair sat on the other. “A treadmill and a highchair,” Kallen thought, “This place just gets weirder and weirder."
Now that she’d surveyed the whole room Kallen turned her attention to the hands underneath her that held her up. Her original assumption that these were to simply brace her fall quickly disappeared as she remained in the air for several minutes. Her patience quickly wore thin, stuck as she was. With a huff, Kallen started to squirm in the robotic hand’s grasp.
“Please cease squirming and sit still, further attempts will be met with punishment.” said a loud robotic voice above Kallen, filling the room with its artificial tenor. The redhead jumped upon hearing the instructions as they'd surprised her immensely. She’d heard no directions up till this point and this indicated that not only was she being watched, like she suspected, but that the actions of the machine were purposeful and calculated.
The rebellious redhead refused to comply with the given order, struggling against the mechanisms holding her up. “Luh muh dowhn.” she mumbled, throwing her elbows at the articulated metal limbs.
“We ask that you stop squirming Baby Kallen, this is now your final warning.” boomed the voice above her.
This served to redouble Kalle’s efforts as her temper started to flare. “Baby!?” the diapered redhead thought with anger rolling through her brain. Being demeaned by a disembodied voice that was trying to strip her freedoms was horribly humiliating, so rather than submitting Kallen just let her rage grow. “I’ll say it again in case you can read my thoughts you stupid machine. Let. Me. Go.”
Kallen’s rebellious struggle yielded something, she slipped free, enough to drop out from her lying position. The robotic hands scrambled to catch the redhead, slipping their limbs under her arms and holding her up by her side. Her legs dangled beneath her, just hovering above the soft blue floor below her.
“You were warned.” said the voice causing Kallen to go slack as a chill ran down her spine, “Now beginning the punishment phase.”
“Punishment phase?” Kallen felt her blood run cold as the mechanical whirring from above descended toward her, “What the hell can this place do that’s worse than I’ve already experienced? This whole experience has been a punishment!”
The new noise drew Kallen’s attention almost immediately and she whipped her head around, trying to anticipate whatever was coming at her. “I can still use my arms,” she thought, readying herself, “precision may be out the door, but at least I have brute force on my side.” Kallen’s strength wasn’t something to be ignored but she hadn’t expected the measures this place had taken against her either.
The robotic limbs moved quickly, quicker than the rebel could perceive at least. As her body went up she heard two whipping sounds in the air behind her. It took only a second before she was lifted almost 6 feet into the air, supported only by the metallic hands underneath her arms.
Kallen’s eyes went wide as she looked down. Not only was the height somewhat daunting, but the thing below her seemed cause for alarm. It was like a tube but made of the same pink latex as the rest of her outfit and held open wide by multiple automaton arms. “They’re gonna slide me in like a sausage in a casing! That’d make it almost impossible to move.”
Her worry turned to amusement quickly however as she noticed something and chuckled, crossing her arms. “There’s no way this ridiculous diaper would fit through that thing,” Kallen thought, relaxing a little, “Even if I am going in there it won’t be like this.”
The next thing that happened made the redhead wonder if this place could read her mind because it was just too perfectly timed. The supporting hands underneath Kallen let her fall, dropping her towards the latex restraint, but before her legs slipped inside something grabbed them, holding them together and compressing her padding between them. Several other hands whipped out and grabbed her body, supporting her at various points to control her movements before flipping her upside down. Immediately the bulk of her padding shifted, pressing against her waist with its pillowy core as its weight followed gravity.
Kallen herself was shocked, not only at the machine flipping her like a pancake or the grace in which it did so, but also the fact that her thighs could come so close to closing with the monstrous diaper between them. The hands were holding her perfectly straight and through the strands of hair hanging over her eyes, she could see the waiting maw of the Latex tube, ready for her to be slipped inside.
Squirming and struggling seemed to do her little good and despite the tight fit, the mechanical appendages fed Kallen through with ease, although the sound of latex rubbing against latex created an unpleasant squeaking noise that caused Kallen to cringe as it happened. The restraint stopped just at the bulk of her diaper, and just above her hands. With a snap the mechanical limbs let the latex go, securing it around Kallen.
Rather than dropping her on the floor again, the articulated rods carried the squirming form of the school’s newest inhabitant to the crib on the nursery side of the room. She was deposited carefully inside, left in a sitting position.
Two robotic hands tugged at her hair, pulling it into two pigtails at either side of her head. “Let us get this out of your face.” the room said.
Kallen groaned and tried to pull her hair from the grip of the hands only to cringe from having her hair yanked to keep her in place. “Fine,” she thought with a huff, “ Put my hair into pigtails, just complete the whole look I guess.”
“It is now bedtime.” said the voice from above. While it sounded flat and monotone, Kallen couldn’t help but hear a bit of venom behind its words, like it was mocking her. The lights in the room dimmed automatically till the only source was a small caricature of a bunny sticking out of the wall, a nightlight so ‘baby’ didn’t get scared.
“Uh huate thus pluhs.” Kallen muttered.
Here she was again, sitting with a new piece to her wardrobe and a burning resentment toward her stepmother for leaving her here. This new piece acted as a straightjacket almost, pinning her arms to her side so that she couldn’t manipulate anything in front of her while also denying access to the rest of her outfit, putting another layer between her diaper and a change. It even form-fitted to her body, still revealing more than she would have liked.
She gave a test flex of her arms, trying to push against the tight, rubbery material. She immediately got an appreciation for the strength of this place’s robotic hands as she was unable to even make the latex budge, yet they’d stretched it wide and held it without trouble.
Kallen continued to wrestle against her new bonds long after darkness overtook the room. Eventually, she got tired of sitting up so she allowed herself to fall back into the plush mattress. She let out a gasp through the jaw stretching pacifier gag in her mouth, “This diaper… It makes me lay at an angle, it's so thick!” It was true, the padding around Kallen’s waist pushed her hips up by several inches, forcing the small of her back to remain lifted off of the bedding below her.
In the long run, it hurt both her pride and her back because of the uncomfortableness of the position. She tossed and turned to find a good spot to lay on after a long yawn around the massive mouth-numbing pacifier. So far today had been exhausting and all she’d been through was finally catching up to her. Not to mention the latex wrapped around her did make her feel a little snug.
“I’ll have to try and get out in the morning.” she thought, nuzzling her face into the soft pillow provided to her, “Right now I’m far too tired to do anything anyway.” It was hard to fall asleep in such a tense situation, given that Kallen had no idea what she’d wake up and deal with in the morning, but ever so gradually her eyes started to flutter. The last thing she saw as her vision faded to black was the dimly lit bunny light. She had the brief thought that it was better than complete darkness at least.
