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The Boarding School (Diaper Machine)
🕑 Added 2019-05-14 00:35:59 +0000 UTC"Damn it, Charlie!"
The blond kicked the desk in front of her in frustration. The desk in question belonged to the her rival and fellow reporter, Charles Cherwood.
"Calm down, Dakota. You're gonna break a toe or something if you keep that up."
"It's just not fair!" Dakota pouted. "I've been investigating these dissapperences for going on two months now and you got the final piece of the puzzle!"
Dakota West was a very hot headed, tempormental woman who wanted more from her job as a journalist. Ever since she graduated with her degree in journalism, a mere five tears ago, she had stars in her eyes and was eager to make a name for herself. Sadly, she couldn't do that by covering literal dog and pony shows in the sticks. She needed something big to ensure that the alphabet networks noticed her and this case was something that seemingly had stumped the state police. If she could simply crack it and break the story, there's no telling how far she could go and how rich she could become.
“You really think that facility on the hill has something to do with all the lost women?" Charlie asked from behind his desk, scratching his thinning hairline. “From what they told me, it's basically an orphanage. Albeit a state of the art one.”
Dakota closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of how to persuade Charlie to give up his keycard. He was all that stood between her and being able to leave this shithole. She knew that she was going to have to make him an offer that he couldn't refuse.
“I just…" Dakota unbuttoned the second to top button on her blouse, allowing her bountiful cleavage to be exposed. "I just need to borrow that keycard. I'll go in there, take a look around and if there's nothing, I'll have it back in time for you to do your story tomorrow afternoon.” Dakota explained in a sensual and sultry voice. Both of her arms were outstretched as she leaned forward, palms flat on Charlie's desk, giving him an ample view of her perky Double D breasts.
“When you put it that way..." Charlie paused. "But what if you get caught snooping around? You'll ruin this station's reputation and some other news outlet is going to get the story!"
Mrs. West sighed.
"Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?" Charlotte asked. "Even if it is just an orphanage or whatever, no one will give a damn either way. In the end, it's my ass on the line and if I do get caught. And, if I do uncover some shady business, or the missing women, it'll put this station on the national radar!"
"I guess, but I don't think you'll find something. Besides, I don't exactly have anything to do if you fuck this up, Dakota."
“I'll sleep with you."
"You'll what?" Charlie asked, a slight smirk growing on his face. "I didn't hear you."
“I said I'll sleep with you. Just give me the keycard and I'll rock your world tomorrow night.”
"It's a deal!" Charlie exclaimed, with a stupid grin.
Dakota watched him fiddle around in his desk, searching through the drawers for the keycard.
"Hurry it up!" Dakota's barked. "I don't have all night."
"Here you go!" The Auburn haired man held out a light blue plastic card.
“Thanks. I’m going right up there.” Dakota stated as she turned to leave her rival's office. She didn’t want to sleep with him and ultimately, she would probably blow him off once she broke this story. After all, the dumbass had given her the card without so much as a kiss or blow job. In the past she recalled having to at least preform to get what she wanted. Still, she wasn't complaining and was in fact very pleased with herself for how easy that was.
On her way out of the newsroom, Dakota walked over to her desk and grabbed her coat and purse. She knew it was going to be a long night and she definitely didn't want to freeze in the frosty weather as she exited the station. One thought did hit her mind as she opened her car door and that was about how unseasonably cold the southern part of the country had been lately. It was almost freaking May for crying out loud! At least she wasn't the weather girl. God, how pathetic would that be? Showing off her boobs in a tiny dress while pointing at a green screen like a trained monkey.
Dakota West chuckled to herself as she turned the key over, starting her Alavon up. 'Soon, I'll be looking down on the weather girls in any major city of my choosing.'
*Thirty minutes Later, Twenty Miles Away*
"This fucking place would have to be in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, wouldn't it?"
The leggy blond stated her frustration out loud. Luckily for her, the only real security this place had was an old wooden ranch fence. She straddled the top of the wooden bar, throwing her leg over it and getting past the obstacle with relative ease. Sure, she was pretty pissed about having to come all the way out here, but she had a feeling that this place held all the answers. All of her research had pointed to this place. In fact, three of the last ten women had vanished within a mile of this building when there cars had broken down, or at least that was what the police reports had stated.
Once next to the building, she looked each way, visually on alert for anyone who might see her. In the back of her mind, she knew she was being paranoid, but if this place was really state of the art, it surely would have a security camera or something more than an old wooden fence. It just seemed like the worst way to keep kids from running away.
Creeping through the dead of the night, following the side of the building, Dakota took small steps towards what looked like an opened window. This certainly wasn't what she expected to find, but she definitely didn't question her luck. She'd be a fool not to hop in and take a quick look around.
With the grace of a bumbling drunkard, Dakota managed to get her ass into the building, but she definitely didn't do it silently. 'Eh, fuck it. No one is going to be guarding this place.' Just as she finished that thought, she saw a shadow coming down the corridor! Her heels clacking on the tiled floor weren't helping her impromtu escape attempt. She looked around, startled and unsure of what to do. She could either jump out the window or hide in the door nearest her. 'Fuck! Why did I wear heels?!'
She darted for the door, swinging it open and shutting it behind her. She hoped beyond hooe that her damn heels hadn't given her position away. It was bad enough that she could hear some gruff security guard stomping around on the other side of the door.
"Huh, must be my imagination."
Dakota could hear the man say, his gravely voice sounded mere feet away. After about a minute, the blond breathed a sigh and slunk down, sitting on her butt. She took out her cell phone and used it to light up her surroundings. From what she could see, everything in the room looked fairly routine: cribs lined the far wall and- 'Wait a minute! Those cribs look huge!'
Not exactly trusting her eyes, Dakota kicked off her heels before standing up and walking over to the massive wooden baby furniture. Once she got up close, she could see about four or five naked women sleeping soundly within the confines of the baby bed. It wasn't exactly what she expected to find, but she supposed that it explained where all the missing women had ended up. What better way of hiding adults than keeping them trapped in an orphanage? Itwould be the last place anyone would've ever thought to look for them. Still, it did seem odd that a group of grown women were dressed in diapers, sharing the very same crib.
Suddenly, one of the baby women started crying, which instantly startled Dakota, causing her to drop her cell phone. The crying adult alerted her cribmate's and they all started to wake up, joining their companion as they all began wailing and bawling their eyes out in unison. Thinking on her toes, the blond reporter ducked under the mammoth crib and did her best to lay underneath it. 'Fucking bitch! Why does everyone want to keep me from becoming rich and famous?!'
The nursery's door opened quickly and, from what Dakota could see from her limited field of view, the person approaching the crib was a woman.
"It's okay, sweethearts. Nanny's here!"
The woman worked diligently, soothing each crying baby woman with a pacifier. She quickly moved onto tending to a dirty diaper that was most likely produced by the original crying girl. As the nanny changed the adult baby, Dakota laid underneath the crib, literally inches away from the woman's feet.
"Oh, Natalie. Do you need some titty?"
'You've got to be kidding me?!' Dakota was getting annoyed. This damn nanny had changed the crying woman and now she was going to breastfeed one of them?!
Even though the nanny was a professional and had already calmed the adult babies, things weren't exactly progressing fast enough for Dakota. But it was something so bizarre, even more bizarre than listening to a college aged girl get her ass wiped, that the nanny was saying which got Dakota to focus on the one sided conversation.
"You were such a brat, Natalie. Always talking back to the teachers about how your daddy was going to find you and use his connections to get the governor to shut us down." The nanny chuckled softly. "But look at you now! No longer the smug twenty two year old! I bet anyone that saw you would just think that you were retarded, with how you look in your diaper and how well you drool! Not only that but you suck a mean tit!"
Dakota held her breath. Just what had she stumbled onto?! If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn that the nanny had confirmed that one of those drooling retards was Natalie Rhodes, daughter of a prominent government official who was friendly with the Governor! This was definitely a lot deeper than a simple kidnapping case! This was- Well, she didn't know just what exactly this was, but she knew that she had to be careful or else she'd be caught and God knows what these crazy people would do to her.
After what seemed like an eternity, the nanny laid adult baby Natalie back into the crib with the others. Dakota was about to relax when the nanny had stepped on the reporter's fallen phone.
"What's this doing here?!" The woman asked no one in particular as she bent down and scooped up the smart phone.
'Fuck!' Dakota couldn't believe how bad things were going for her.
"Maybe one of the other women dropped this?"
With that said, the nanny made her way towards the door and left the room. Wasting no time, Dakota crawled out from underneath the crib and stood up on her bare feet. She had no time to retrieve her discarded heels, but she still had enough time to get back to the hall and jump out the window if she hurried.
In roughly thirty seconds, Dakota was out of the nursery and in the hallway. Freedom was so close, about ten feet away to be precise, but as she neared the windowsill, she heard a pair of feet rapidly approaching her. It was now or never! The blond reporter leapt out the window. She had made it! Dakota stood up and was about to make a break for it, but saw something that surprised the shit out her. Waiting for her in the grass was a security guard who was quickly closing in on her!
"Let me go!" Dakota yelled at the burly, uniformed man who had apprehended her.
No words were said to Dakota by her captor. He simply manhandled back over to the window and lifted her struggling body, passing her through the window to two more guards who were happy to cuff her hands behind her back.
"You guys are doing something illegal here with those kidnapped women!" Dakota shouted at the two men, but instantly she regretted her choice of words.
"We have a smart one here, Joe." The taller guard said to his coworker.
"She's got a nice ass too. Maybe we should test the merchandise before the Headmistress puts her in diapers."
Dakota was hauled along by Joe and the other guard. She was wriggling defiantly but could do nothing more than listen to what they were saying. Deep down, she knew she had messed up by mentioning the missing women and now she was being led into a dark room. What did these guys have in mind? We're they going to "test" the merchandise as Joe had joked about doing?
With a flick of a switch, the pitch black room was illuminated by a single panel of lights on the ceiling that served to bathe the large, adult size crib in a makeshift spotlight, or so it seemed to Dakota. The guards quickly dragged her over to the massive baby bed and threw her inside the wooden cage. As Joe and the unnamed guard raised the rails, it suddenly dawned on Dakota why the cribs were so huge in the first place. Obviously, the cribs were the cages that held the women until they could be mentally regressed, but how was such a thing even remotely possible?!
"You sons of bitches won't get away with this!"
Dakota screamed from her crib, but the guards only laughed.
"Sure we will, sweetheart." Joe stated from the doorway. "You better enjoy your last night with a brain because I have a feeling that you'll be starting school here soon. Have fun in preschool, baby girl!"
Dakota pounded against the crib bars, screaming at the top of her lungs. Here she was, an up and coming reporter, trapped in a giant wooden crib like some poor dumb bitch in a kinky porno. However, she knew that these people were serious. After all, she had heard that woman call that retarded woman Natalie. That couldn't have been a coincidence!
As time slowly passed, Dakota started to feel drowsy. Sitting in the dark, with nothing to do was boring to say the least. Boredom, coupled with the late hour of the night, caused the blond to lay her head down on the mattress. Dakota knew that she shouldn't be allowing herself to get comfortable, but she only wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes. Surely, that would be fine? After a few minutes of resting her eyes, she'd find a way out of her.
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"Wake up right this instant, intruder!"
Dakota's eyes instantly opened and they met with quite a stern looking woman. 'Fuck, it wasn't a nightmare.' Dakota thought as she stared through the crib bars. Her wrists sore from sleeping in handcuffs.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Quite the mouth on you, little girl." The older woman replied, folding her arms. "My guards told me that you were fleeing from my fine little boarding school. One of them even said that you had a silly notion that we were doing something bad here."
Dakota stared at the matronly looking lady. The woman in question was wearing a long black dress and had grey streaks running through her hair. She seemed to be in fairly decent shape. Not fat, but definitely not a twig, this woman was in that happy middle ground of health where a woman had curves, but wasn't chubby.
"I had heard rumors that this building was where the kidnapped women were last seen." Dakota half lied, not wanting the woman to know that she knew anything. "I was just trying to ask some questions about where they went from here, but your thugs roughed me up and dumped me in this giant crib. Why do you even have these things anyway?"
"Lying is very unbecoming of a young lady, such as yourself. I knew that eventually someone would come snooping around." The Headmistress sighed. "What good are those bribes if the local sheriffs can't keep bimbos like you from breaking in?"
"I'm not a bimbo, you dumb bitch!" Dakota spat. "Obviously, I'm smart enough to figure out what happened to the missing women!"
"Yes." The older woman agreed. "You are definitely smarter than most, but you won't be able to tell a soul."
"What're you gonna do?" Dakota worried, her feisty attitude cooling off at the thought of losing her mind.
"I thought you had everything figured out?" The Headmistress chuckled. "Well, let me explain how this is going to work. Normally, I just zap a few women in the head and sell them to the highest bidder. I mostly work with foreign nationals who seek attractive young women to baby or make into sex slaves."
"That's disgusting and impossible!" Dakota couldn't believe how bizarre this whole thing was.
"If you behave yourself, you won't get to see how possible it all is." The older woman warned. "I don't exactly have any orders looking for a woman of your background, Miss Dakota West, but I'm sure I can find a bidder."
"How do you know my name?"
"Simple. We took all of your personal information from your phone and then I did an extensive background check on you." The Headmistress explained. "You've come quite a far way from the trailer park you were raised in, but I think I'd like to enroll you here. Keep your mind intake so you can play with the mentally challenged girls who aren't fully retarded.
"You'll never get away with this, you old bitch!"
"Dante, Jerome." The Headmistress called to her henchmen. "Gag her and take her to the chemical bath. She's far too tan for my liking."
"Not my tan!" Dakota cried. "I've spent hours in the tanning bed to get my bronze skin!"
Suddenly, Dakota was silenced as her mouth was filled with a huge bulb. The taste of rubber was all she could taste as Dante and Jerome dragged the poor blond reporter from her crib and out of the room. The trio was followed by the Headmistress who seemed eager to watch her newest charge get prepared for her new life as the boarding school's "play thing."
In a matter of minutes, she found herself stripped naked, forced to stand in a tiled room in front of a large porcelain tub. Her big boobs jiggled as she struggled, but she was much to weak to resist her captors who easily tossed her into the bath tub. Sadly, with her hands cuffed and her mouth gagged, she couldn't do much, but kick her legs as the chemicals present ate her perfect tan away. A slight burning sensation caused Dakota to cease her rebellion and that's when she noticed her tan was literally disappearing before her very eyes.
"That's much better." The Headmistress grinned. "I prefer my girls to be as natural as the day they were born and that silly tan made you look much too mature and frankly, a bit like a tarted up whore."
Dakota roared from behind her oversized pacifier, shouting every word she could think of into the large rubber teat.
"Poor girl." The Headmistress tsked. "I think we should introduce her to the 'kids' since it is recess time. They'll have fun playing with her."
Dakota blushed, realizing that they all would see her in her birthday suit, pale and as naked as the day she was born!
The older woman left Dante and Jerome with instructions to take their "newest student" out to the playground, which they happily did.
Dakota West found herself outside, naked and surrounded by the adult pupils of this insane boarding school. The eighteen to twenty something year olds quickly descended on her. At first, she hoped that since these women were still capable of walking, that maybe things would work out for her, that they might even help her escape and get them help. However, she had no such luck.
The first women to reach her instantly started to tease her about her state of undress.
"You're naked!" A few chanted in unison.
She could tell that they were the newly regressed women who were now just girls themselves, mentally. They saw Dakota as lesser then them because of how their childish minds worked. Due to this insecurity, they started throwing mud at her while insulting her. They called her a "slut" and all other manner of hateful words.
One of the mentally challenged adults told her friends that it'd be fun to paint stuff across her body and they took her to the painting room.
The girls poked and prodded Dakota, painting humiliating phrases all over her body with their fingers like the adult preschoolers they acted like. Swirls were drawn on her tits and stomach, surrounded by the embarrassing things they wrote on her. The entire time, Dakota had to endure this terrible humiliation while the girls drew on her as the staff and Headmistress watched.
'I swear, when I get out of here, I'm burning this fucking place to the ground!'
Finally, when a girl started writing "naked slut" on her leg, Dakota snapped, sending a kick right to the drooling woman's face!
There was barely enough time to cough before every member of the staff was on the blond reporter, holding her legs down. They held her in place while a nurse tended to the hurt girl's face.
"I can't believe that you did such a despicable thing to Heidi over there!" The older woman stated with venom. "The staff and I agree that we've been far too kind to you and, due to your actions shown here, we've decided to enroll you in our Extreme Program for problem cases. You'll be given a starter age once the machine has scanned you and we will go from there."
The Headmistress turned to Dante and Jerome.
"Take her to the Baby Maker!"
Jerome and Dante dragged the struggling and defiant Dakota out of the arts and craft room and into the main hallway. She kicked her legs into the air while the two staff members held her arms, but it did nothing to impede them, they were simply too strong and continued to carry her like she weighed nothing. All she could do was yell obscenities at them through her oversized pacifier while they took her into a new room she had yet to see since her arrival at this bizarre boarding school. Dante uncured her and removed her gag.
"It's bad enough that you fuckers are holding me against my will, but I'm not going to let you turn me into a retard! I don't care what that stupid bitch says!"
The staff members ignored the blond adult brat, instead manhandling her feisty form over to where an opening in the wall awaited her. They practically threw her petite body onto the chute that led into the baby making machine, watching her slide down the metal surface with satisfied grins.
"You'll see. Once the machine is done with you, you'll be ready to be raised again, the right way." The Headmistress' voice declared from behind her orderlies, which was the last thing Dakota heard as she entered the machine.
Dakota slid down the slick metallic surface and ended up landing on an odd, ribbed rubber surface. She tried to grab the sides of the conveyor belt and push herself up, but the machine had other plans in store for her. In the blick of an eye, magnetic cuffs secured the foul mouthed blond to the belt, binding her wrists in place, forcing her to lay back and enjoy the ride.
"You fucking assholes are gonna pay for this!"
Without warning, the machine lurched into action beneath her, pulling her deeper into the bowels of the baby maker.
"My lawyer will sue you freaks back to the stone age!" Dakota West barked out into the darkness as the conveyer proceeded to move underneath her perfect ass.
From her restrained position, she looked around, unsure of what to expect. 'There was no way that these clowns had the capability to follow through on their crazy threat, right? Then again, this machine couldn't be for washing dishes and it must serve some purpose.' Dakota hoped that this was just some elaborate way to scare people and not the real deal. Suddenly, a long line of lights came to life on both sides of the belt, linning the tunnel dimly in their ominous orange glow.
"Initiating Brain Scan Protocol"
A feminine computerized voice announced as a blue light appeared from the roof of the metallic corridor. It immediately started scanning her head, slowly hovering across her face as it seemed to be in the process of producing a digital map of her brain. She had just enough sense to clench her eyes shut before the blue beam reached her nose. A moment later, it pinged, signalling to Dakota that it had ceased operating.
"Subject: Dakota West Displays The Mannerisms Best Suited To A Two Year Old Child. Baby Maker Shall Ensure That Her Mind Matches Her Age Designation!"
The female voice personifying the machine declared, leaving Dakota shaking in a mixture of rage and fear. 'I don'twant to be a retard!!'
"I'm an accomplished reporter! My name is Dakota West for crying out loud! Or are you dumbasses too stupid to watch the evening news?!"
A series of long, mechanical coils slithered down from the ceiling, poised to strike from either side of the belt. At first, Dakota thought it was an optical illusion or that her mind was playing tricks on her. However, the scissors they held in their robotic gloved hands gleamed in the Orange light, reflecting the light off of the cold steel of the blades, proving that they were definitely real.
"What the fuck are you going to do with those?!"
Dakota screamed, not wanting to find out.
The hands wasted no time getting to work as the empty hands grabbed at her long blond locks of hair, holding them firmly in place.
"No!" Dakota shouted. "Don't you dare!"
Suddenly, a loud succession of clipping sounds echoed in the woman's ears as the scissors trimmed her hair, rendering years of beautiful hair gone. All the expensive hair treatments and scalp massages were all for naught thanks to machine's quick snips. Even though it was dark inside the belly of the machine, Dakota could feel her head growing lighter as her hair fell around her in big clumps.
"Begin Ginger Colorization Of Baby's Bob!"
"Ginger?!" Dakota couldn't believe her ears. A bob was one thing, but there was no way she could make ginger hair look sexy!
An odd, cylindrical cannister was positioned behind her head, out of Dakota's line of sight. With a press of the nozzle, a loud, pressurized hissing sound caused the restrained reporter to jump in place. Although it was dark inside the tunnel, the machine expertly colored every inch of Dakota's hair in that nerdy shade of ginger, rendering her once radiant, flowing blond hair into a pathetic orange colored bob best suited to a young girl or a nerdy preteen. In under a minute, the dye had already dried, sealing her hair's fate, condemning it to a future of ginger shaded mediocrity. A quick twirl of the diminished hair, by the gloved hands, gave Dakota a matching pair of babyish pigtails, complete with matching ribbons.
Before Dakota could come to terms with the loss of her hair, a red beam of light appeared across her bountiful bosom, scanning her breasts as it made it's way towards her tiny tummy and, ultimately, down to her crotch where it stopped in place. The laser hovered in place, almost as if it was awaiting further information from the machine. Needless to say, Dakota wasn't pleased by this new development.
"Pubic Hair Dedicated! Engaging Follicle Eradication Procedure!"
Dakota watched as the light split into a series of multiple beams. Unlike the hair on the top of her head, she could care less about her pubes. In her mind, these nutjobs were giving her a free laser hair removal session. Those procedures typical ran upwards to five hundred bucks or more.
While Dakota thought of all the money she was saving, the tiny lasers were busy obliterating her pubic hairs one by one in rapid succession. Each decimated follicle sent a harsh stinging sensation to her brain. As hundreds of manicured hairs bit the dust, the annoying pain served as a reminder that her badge of maturity was being forever erashed frim this world. If she needed further proof that the lasers were working, aside from the slight pain in her crotch, seeing the twirling smoke, illuminated by the Orange glow of the LEDs, definitely made that message clear to her.
After about a minute, the lasers vanished and the conveyor belt lurched forward once more, carrying Dakota and her bald crotch forward. Despite losing her pubic hair, Dakota was more concerned about what was coming next. The machine had labeled her a "two year old" and, if the funky hairdo and laser hair removal was any indication of her future, she had a sinking feeling that a pair of pampers would probably be next if things kept going on like this. It certainly was far more advanced than she had ever expected it to be, that much she knew.
The speakers unexpectedly crackled to life again, announcing that it was "bath time" to the angry and distraught woman.
Dakota suddenly found herself being dumped off of the conveyor belt into a large, rectangle shaped plastic tub of sorts that was filled with warm, soapy water that barely came up to her stomach. Regardless of lighting, she knew it must've looked ridiculous; A grown woman sitting in a plastic wash basin like a six month old infant.
As if on cue, the metallic snakes, as Dakota thought of them, returned. Each one made their way over to the unhappy, ginger haired woman who swatted her hands at them in outrage while kicking her legs in the water like a baby thrwing a tantrum in the bath tub. Her futile attempts at repeling the hands were rewarded with her falling onto her back and wriggling around angrily while hands grabbed at her arms and legs. In the blink of an eye, it had her ankles and was lifting them in the air to grant it's gloved brethren access to her newly shaven, bald clit.
"You sick mother fuckers better not be filming this!"
Dakota cried out, laying buck naked and spread out wide in about twelve inches of water as she stared up in shock and unbridled rage. Her body glistened in the orange lights while the hands scrubbed her ass and pussy, spending extra time cleaning her brown eye. As the fingers explored her asshole and womanly folds, Dakota mentally swore revenge while uttering slight gasps due to the intruder's actions.
While those hands tended to her lower quarters, another set of hands began rubbing her chest, soaping up the large globes of flesh, massaging them generously. Dakota could only hope that there wasn't enough light in this sinister tunnel to record this debauchery. She sighed once the hands left her privates alone, but they were far from done with her. Instead, they moved onto her legs, arms and stomach. 'At least they're going to wash off that stupid childish nonsense those little bastards had scribbled all over my stomach and tits.'
Dakota had just caught her breath from the long, invasive cleansing process when the hands hoisted her up while the water started to drain from the bottom of the plastic container. As the hands secured her back onto the conveyor belt, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that this machine was truly in control and that she was at its mercy. It was hard for her to feel like a mature, independent woman after being scrubbed and cleaned like an errant child.
The conveyor belt lurched into motion again, carrying Dakota underneath a group of enormous ventilation fans which blasted her with a gust of warm wind, drying in an instant before turning off.
"What the fuck is going on in this place?!"
Dakota, at this point, was more confused with this machine, and the freaks that ran it, then anything else. If they wanted to make her a retard then why make her suffer such humiliation when a surgeon could snip a few synapses in her brain? They had already stolen her expensive clothing from her and made her play with children while wearing nothing. Why make this such a drawn out event?
As she was lost in her thoughts, the belt screeched to a stop and a door slammed down in front of her. She leaned her head back, gazing from an upside down perspective back towards where she had just come from, as another door closed right in her face. Her mind raced as her anxiety rose. Dakota looked around in distress as a series of gas was engulfing her body, filling up the impromtu chamber, forcing her to breath it in.
The gas wasn't causing her to cough, or any other displeasure, but it did cause some changes that the twenty seven year old bombshell would find painful to her ego. Unbeknownst to Dakota, her ass and stomach gradually gained fat thanks to the gas which had slowed down her metabolism to a crawl. Not only that, but as her bloodstream absorbed the gas, it was turned into pure fat which slowly covered her midsection, giving the proud woman a "pear" shape.
"Why fuck am I fat?!"
Dakota shouted, startled by the discovery of her now, buldging belly. As the gas cleared, she noticed that her stomach had become bigger and more pudgy, as if she was gaining-
"Baby fat!"
Upon this revelation, she desperately started to struggle, furious at the machine for stealing her beauty and rendering her an overgrown baby. What scared her the most was that these people were happy to make these permanent changes to her body, but they also wanted to make her retarded too!
Thrashing about in wide-eyed horror, the reporter continued to flail her weak and uncoordinated arms. She wanted to kick that Headmistress in the ass, but given how tired her body was getting, she doubted that she would have the strength to do much of anything. Knowing how sick this place was, and by extension how powerful the machine was, Dakota knew that she would be lucky if she could crawl after she got out of this machine. That is, if she was still had her adult mind!
As her terror fueled tantrum winded down, Dakota realized that anew gas filledthe chamber. It was an odd, colorful hue of green. She giggled as the colorful mist surrounded her face. Unbeknownst to her, the first gas had already been absorbed into her bloodstream and was only able to make mental changes once the green gas was inhaled. A drooling Dakota stared off into space as she breathed deeply, triggering the chemical reaction that would make her permanently retarded and diaper dependent.
A jolt from the conveyor belt caused Dakota to gurgle as she was moved along. She noticed that more hands awaited her at this next area, but that didn't seem to bother her. She merely held up her arms and tried to bat at them like they were toys or a mobile.The hands quickly grabbed her legs and held her spread eagle.
"Whacha doin?!"
Dakota smelt a familiar scent wafting in the air. It was one she almost could recognize, but her mind struggled to think of what it smelled like. If she could think properly, she would've known that it was baby powder, which she used to use when she babysat her neighbor's baby at the trailer park. The machine went to work and her body was simply too tired and slow to react. As she laid in the diaper changing position, she felt a gentle dusting of powder poured onto her bald crotch and ass. The gloved hands began working it into her skin, rubbing it onto her chubby baby belly and big butt, causing her to moan and drool.
Dakota could only moan while anyone who wanted to watch could simply look down at her through a panel in the glass roof above her that served as a floor to the viewers. A loud crinkling sound was coming closer to the sexually stimulated retarded baby woman. In short order, she heard the diaper get laid beneath her fat ass, but didn't knowwhat that meant.
Finally, she felt her hips get raised off of the ridged rubber surface before they were lowered back down on something soft, and unnecessarily thick. Despite how large her ass had grown, she still noticed that her butt now sat several inches higher up than it had been mere moments ago as she kicked her legs like a spastic toddler. The hands swiftly pulled the front of the diaper up over her bald crotch, taping it firmly into place.
It had taken only a minute at the most, but the twenty seven year old reporter was now back in diapers for the first time in over two and a half decades.
The conveyor belt lurched forward, carrying the metally challenged woman ahead. Dakota felt a breeze rush across her naked body as a gust of air, rushed past her.
"Whaba gaba goo?!"
Without warning, the wall in front of the conveyer belt opened up. In mere seconds, Dakota found herself sliding down a metallic slide in only her adult pampers. The long slide dumped her outside the facility. Dakota felt her fall broken by her big, bulky pampers.
"Look at the big ginger baby!"
A sinking feeling came over the retarded reporter as she heard the familiar voices from the girls she had been teased by only twenty minutes prior.
"WAAAAH!"
As if by a cruel design, the conveyer belt had dumped Dakota back out onto the playground where her new "upper classmates" were waiting for her.
"Naudy baby bitch!" Heidi, the woman she had kicked just ten minutes ago chastised. "You sudn't use dat language, you onwy two years old."
"Hey, Heidi. Wet's pway house wiff her!"
"Dat sounds wike a gud idea, Tiffany." Heidi grinned, looking at Dakota with malice in her eyes.
The End?
