After a while, you decide to just go ahead and wet yourself, out of sheer curiosity.
As you try to wet yourself, years of potty training begin to show-wetting yourself while dressed in clothing is not as easy as you thought it would be.
Holding onto the bars of the crib, you decide to try squatting down. You close your eyes, trying to relax yourself, and pretend there is a toilette right in front of you, as you imagine the sound of waterfall, sloshing water, and rushing streams.
Then, it starts. First, it comes out as a little trickle, then soon, you are flooding your diapers with warm liquid. You have to admit, it actually feels kinda nice, your mid section wrapped in soft, fluffy fabric, and covered in warm liquid. In fact, in spite of yourself, you actually start to get an erection in your diaper, causing you to blush with embarassment.
Then, all of a sudden, you gasp in surprise, as you hear some sort of alarm going off, from down below. It sounds like a wrist watch beeping. After a moment, you realize that it's coming from the front of your diaper!
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A moment later, you hear a female sounding computer voice, that seems to come from all over the room.
"ALERT! SUBJECT HAS SATURATED DIAPER! INITIATING DIAPER CHANGE SEQUENCE!"
While you are standing there in shock, just trying to figure out what's going on, a pair of large, mechanical arms descends down from up above, and grabs you under the arm pits,
"Awwe, did himz wet his diapy wipy?" It cooes, as the arms lift you up, hoisting you up out of the crib, and carrying you across the room.
"Hey, WAIT!" You exclaim, kicking your legs, and struggling to break free of it's steely grasp. "What's going on! Put me down! Let me go! LET ME GO!"
But the machine only responds with:
"Now, now, don't worry. Nanny going to take goood care of Baby, yes she IS!"
The arms finally lay you out, spread eagled on a large exam table, with your feet in stirrups and a strap across your shoulders and belly.
"What are you doing, you stupid!"
You can't go any further from breaking out into giggles, as one of the mechanical hands start tickling you under your chin.
"Awwe, is himz quanky?? Coochee coochee coo!"
You struggle hard to keep from giggling, until the hand finally relents at tickling you.
"Let me GO I said!"
"Awwek. Here, Sweety! THIS should help baby feel better!" another hand descends, pressing a giant pacifier to your face, but you clamp your mouth shut, turning your head away from side to side. The next thing you know, your HEAD is strapped down, so that you can only look straight up towards the ceiling. Then, another pair of hands starts tickling you mercilessly, in your ribs and your feet, until you cry out in laughter, at which point the pacifier is shoved into your open mouth and strapped around your head.
"Good boy!" The voice cooes.
Having no other choice, you reluctantly begin suckling the pacifier in your mouth, and blush as you realize you somewhat enjoy the sensation.
Meanwhile the arms go to work at changing Baby's diaper. First, the onsie is unpinned underneath, and next, your diapers are removed. Then, an arm with a spongelike object on the end comes down and begins cleaning your privates. The stirrups are raised, exposing your bare bottom, which is sponged down, followed by rod like sponge which goes up inside your bottom.
Now that you are fully cleaned, the arms set to work powdering, oiling, and finally rediapering you.
"Now then," says the voice.
"Now that Baby's got a new diapee on, it's time for your ba ba."
But, just as with the pacifier, you are reluctant to open up.
"Now, now," says the voice. "Be good, or Nanny will be forced to PUNISH You!"
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