Jessica's Smart Home

Hello! I am back with another story I’ve been working. This one is focused on Jessica, a 22 year old girl who inherits a very large sum of money and uses it to finance her dream home.

Usually, I am not too interested in Sci-fi style ABDL stories. My one exception though has always been with Nannybots and automated nurseries. I always like a lot of realism in my stories, so I try to keep them as realistic as possible. This story contains a lot of both of these, along with heavy BDSM elements.

I currently have chapter 0 and 1 done for this. I usually like to complete a story before publishing it, but in this instance I do not have an end in mind yet. As such, I decided to release the first two chapters now and go from there. This story will likely turn into a series of short, more episodic chapters down the roads as I explore various ideas. I should note that I write in bursts, so it may be a while before I publish anything new. I have plenty of ideas for where to take this though, so look forward to more chapters in the future.

I do appreciate feedback and thoughts! I don’t generally sign into my accounts unless I need to use them, so I may not reply quickly or at all. I do read all of the comments though!


Chapter 0:

After my uncles passing a year ago, I was initially unsure what to do with the small fortune that he left for me. I already had a good home and a perfectly fine car, so what else did I really need? I, of course, deposited a large amount into my retirement account and paid off my student loans, but there was still plenty enough to last me for a very long time. Having accrued this much wealth at just 22 should have made me feel blessed, but after the initial shock of it all I had only felt stressed.

It took me almost a month to decide what I would do with the money. The realization came to me after a string of failed dates and me stumbling across a concept that instantly captivated me. You see, I am an Adult Baby/Diaper Lover with a large fetish for bondage and humiliation. This has scared away every date and partner I’ve told about it. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve just given up on finding someone who loves me and is willing to treat me exactly like I want to be treated.

The evening after I had scared off my latest date, I was sitting at my computer. I had diapered up as soon as I got home and was wearing nothing but that as I browsed my usual Adult Baby forums. This is a normal ritual for me. I would diaper myself and then slowly masturbate while reading ABDL erotica and wetting my diaper. When I was done, I would go to sleep in just my diaper and clean up in the morning.

After the failed date I was performing my normal ritual when I stumbled across a story that instantly captivated me. The title was “Babied by my Own House.” The premise was that some girl had recently moved in to a new Smart-House. The house mistook her for a baby and she was subsequently diapered and subjected to the standard baby treatment by machines within the house. The premise was nothing new to me. I’ve read several stories with the same premise, but for some reason this one stuck with me and got me thinking: “I have all this money now. Would it be possible to build a home like this?”

The premise stuck with me for weeks, constantly entering my head at random times. Eventually I finally broke down and began researching if a house like the one in the story would be possible. I had to dig pretty deep, but eventually I found a somewhat reputable company that claimed that they could build my dream house exactly to my specifications.

It took me another few weeks to build up the courage to contact them for a price quote. When they finally got back to me, I was shocked to see that it was cheaper than I expected. I expected well over a million for this, but they claimed to be able to do it for only $940,000. This was still quite expensive for a slightly larger than average home, but it would not cost me my entire fortune to build.

After much contemplation, I finally pulled the trigger. In addition to the money I had inherited, I also received multiple plots of land. One of which was a nice, secluded lot just outside the city that would be perfect for my new home. The construction company instantly got to work and estimated that my new home would be ready in 8 months.

It took a bit of work for me to find skilled carpenters that were willing to build the furniture for my new nursery. After a lot of communication, prototype reviews, and money I had finally gotten every piece of babyish furniture that I could think of. Each piece was equipped with several built in restraints that would surely prevent any over-sized baby from removing them on their own. I could barely contain my excitement whenever I was sent mock ups or progress updates on my furniture.

No nursery is complete without clothes and diapers though. I made sure mine would be stocked with several dozen different infantile and childish outfits and accessories. There was a whole walk-in closet dedicated to storing my clothing and the massive quantity of diapers I ordered. The sheer quantity of diapers I ordered would be enough to last me at least a couple of years if I was wearing full time. They was plenty of variety too. Several brands and designs of ABDL diapers, some plain white diapers, and even some children’s pull-up training pants that I knew would fit me.

In addition to a nursery, I also planned on having a full BDSM dungeon installed, complete with close to a dozen pieces of bondage furniture and every sex toy I could imagine and find online. This would be directly connected to my nursery, making sure that I’d have easy access to it if I was feeling naughty.

Of course the house would be equipped with a normal bedroom for myself, a normal guest room, and the proper amenities to look like a normal house if necessary. Since my uncle had passed, I no longer had any family within 1,000 miles of me, so I would be very unlikely to have any visitors. Despite this, I didn’t plan on exposing any of this to my parents or guests if I could help it.

Finally, there was the robot system that controlled the house. Every room in the house was equipped with a terminal to control and configure the home. The home itself had dozens of long arms that extended from the ceiling and could perform any task given to it. I even managed to find a company that built robots that integrated with house itself. That was probably the hardest thing to find for my new home. After a good amount of money they created the perfect robot nanny for me.

The bot was a solid two feet bigger than me and was easily capable of overpowering me if necessary. The robot has a feminine figure with large breasts that are capable of holding liquid for simulated breast feeding. Its behavior could be configured just like the rest of the house at the terminals. I was assured by the company that it was capable of performing any feasible task or routine I could give it.

Coordinating all of this was both exhausting and exciting at the same time. Every time I placed a new order I felt a pang of excitement run through my body. I spent many more nights than normal rubbing myself through a soggy diaper, imagining what my life would be like after my new home was completed.


Chapter 1:

After 8 long months of anticipation and excitement, my dream home was finally ready for me to move in. Everything that I ordered has arrived and been setup in their appropriate location. As soon as I had finished unpacking all of my boxes of stuff, I knew it was time to get to work on enjoying the main function of my house.

The company I bought the house from was kind enough to specially configure everything to my specifications for me. The first configuration was titled “Adult Mode.” It was essentially the default configuration of the house. The house would recognize me as the owner of the house and as an adult. There is no restrictions for me in this mode and I will have full control over myself and the home.

The next configuration was “Baby Mode.” This mode would make the house recognize me as a 2 year old baby and my Nannybot as the primary adult of the house. She would act exactly as a normal nanny would when taking care of a baby. She would change my diapers, dress me, bathe me, feed me, and anything else I required.

The final mode was “Punishment Mode.” This is the mode that I am looking forward to most and the whole reason I bought the house. It was created specifically to fulfill my ABDL and BDSM fantasies. This mode has the house recognize me as an adult, but subjects me to an endless amount of punishments and forced baby treatment. I would essentially be turned in to a baby slave, subject to anything the Nannybot decided to throw at me. It was configured to make use of every part of my nursery and dungeon and any accessories inside.

Punishment Mode had some other quirks to it as well. Unlike the other two mode that I could start and stop whenever I pleased, Punishment Mode was controlled by a timer that I had to set beforehand. This was mostly due to the fact that I would likely be both gagged and restrained for the majority of the time, but also because I loved the idea of having no way to escape my fate, as dangerous as it may be.

If I wanted to I could create my own modes as well. I have a couple ideas in mind for some at the moment, but for now I am content with what I already have available. Baby Mode and Punishment Mode are what I wanted more than anything else, and I haven’t even started using them yet.

My heart beat started rapidly increasing as I made my way to my nursery. Once I entered the room I was nearly overwhelmed by the sight of all of the baby furniture scattered around it. It was the exact same as the last time I inspected the room of course, but knowing that in a matter of minutes it would be put to use renewed my excitement. The large Nannybot was sat up against the wall, turned off and charging. Once I switched modes at the terminal it would spring to life and begin treating me like the naughty baby I’ve wanted to be for so long.

I took a deep breath after going to the terminal. Steeling my resolve, I placed my finger on the “Mode Selection” button and hit “Punishment Mode.” As soon as I did another box came up, telling me to select a duration. I keyed in “1 hour” and paused before selecting the confirmation button, contemplating if I was truly ready for what was about to happen. After another deep breath, I pressed the button.

The Nannybot in the corner instantly sprung to life, leaving the corner and coming over to me. I began to get a bit scarred, as it donned an angry face as it approached me.

“Naughty baby! You are in violation of multiple rules! What do you have to say for yourself?” The Nannybot shouted out in its womanly, slightly robotic voice.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” I said back, already starting to get into character.

“Ignorance is not an excuse! You will need to be thoroughly punished!” It said as it finally reached me.

The Nannybot quickly grabbed hold of my left ear lobe with began painfully pulling me in the direction of the changing table. Every second or so she would use her other hand to smack my bottom, causing me even more pain. Once we arrived at the changing table, several hands extended from the ceiling and began undressing me.

I was in pure ecstasy during all of this. This was exactly how I wanted to be treated! For the next hour, I would be nothing more than a naughty baby who was in need of some serious discipline. During this mode, even one slight transgression of the rules would be met with punishment. I had broken at least 3 rules already.

The hands began getting to work undressing me. There were four hands dedicated to restraining me at my wrists and ankles, while another four worked on undressing me. If Nannybot detected any form of resistance from me, I would receive several swats to my backside. In no time at all, I was completely naked.

“Let’s get the baby’s bottom nice and spanked, then we can get her diapered.” Nannybot said to me as the hands hoisted me up onto the changing table.

As soon as I was in place, the metal clamps on the table locked shut. They tightly encased my wrists, neck, and stomach, preventing me from moving at all. A very thick diaper had already been positioned for me before I was laid down. The soft, cool padding felt nice against my slightly burning bottom. If my butt was already burning, it was probably going to be on fire after the spanking I was just promised.

The hands that were still holding my ankles lifted them up into the air, allowing Nannybot to have easy access to my nethers. From the corner of my eye I could see an arm descending. In its hand was a long, wooden paddle. Seeing this caused me to squirm under my restraints. I may have been aroused, but I knew that this was going to hurt. A lot.

“That’s right baby, you’re getting the paddle.” Nannybot said, noticing my squirming.

“Please don’t paddle me, Nanny! I promise I’ll be a good girl!” I begged, loving every second of this.

Another set of hands quickly descended in front of my face. Before I even had time to think something large and rubbed was shoved into my mouth. The straps attached to it were pulled behind my head and secured just as quickly after. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was one of the many pacifier gags I had purchased.

“Silence, baby. Good girls accept their punishments.” Nannybot answered back.

This pacifier was quite large. There was no way that I would be able to form a coherent sentence with it strapped firmly in my mouth. It’s not as if begging would do anything to stop what’s about to happen anyways. Soon my naughty little butt cheeks will be very toasty.

Anticipation filled my already nervous and excited mind. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt the first swat slam down on my helpless, exposed bottom. Pain instantly shot through my body and I let out a surprised moan into the giant pacifier. I was already beginning to get a bit wet before, but after the first spank landed I was a lot more than ‘a bit’.

The next swat came not too long after the first. After that, the third, and so on. Each one elicited a small moan from me that was muffled by the pacifier gag. The pain kept getting worse with every one as well. I instinctively tried to jerk away after each one, but the changing tables binders and the arms made sure I sure that I couldn’t move an inch.

The pain kept getting worse with each swat. My butt was on fire in no time and tears were starting to form in my eyes. This did nothing to dissuade the merciless robot though. The large paddle continued to rhythmically rain down on my poor bottom. Not soon after the tears started, I was bawling.

I have no idea how many swats of the paddle I endured before the spanking was finally over. I also had no clue how long the spanking lasted, meaning there was no way for me to tell how far into my hour of punishment I was.

“There, there baby. Your spanking is over.” The robot cooed in a loving voice while wiping the tears from my eyes. “Your punishment however, is not. Let’s get you nice and protected and then we can continue.”

I whimpered into my gag at the thought of another punishment so soon. This was exactly what I asked for though, and deep down I was loving it. My ass may have been on fire with some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced, but my naughty cunt was sopping wet. I would be rubbing myself crazy right now if I could.

After my face was cleaned up the Nannybot went back around and got to work on diapering me. The first thing I felt (other than my red hot ass) was a cold, wet wipe being dragged between my cheeks. Not long after I felt another one wiping down my soaked, excited slit.

“It would seem that Baby Jessy enjoyed her spanking. It’s a good thing she has plenty more punishment left.” Nannybot stated, much to my embarrassment.

The sensation of the wipe dragging across my vagina caused me to buck my hips into it without thinking about. I was quickly stopped from making another attempt by the robot delivering two quick smacks to my already sore bottom. I made sure to hold very still after that and not let myself succumb to my lust. After another wiping, my privates must have been deemed as clean.

Nannybot next started applying baby powder all over my diaper area. She was very thorough in making sure that no spot was left un-powdered. Finally, she brought the thick diaper up over my crotch and began taping it together. I was now fully diapered and a bit fearful for what else was in store for me.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. An arm popped out of the ceiling holding something long and black that I couldn’t identify. Once it began putting the item around my neck I recognized it to be a collar. It took the robotic hand no time at all of secure the collar on me.

After securing the collar, several more hands shot out from the ceiling and began grabbing me. The changing tables restraints were released as they took hold of me. They lifted me up into the air and brought me to the ground, forcing me onto my hands and knees in front of the Nannybot. Once I was positioned, she bent down and attached a leash to my collar.

“Let’s go baby. You have an appointment in your dungeon.” The robot said, tugging on the leash.

I obediently followed her, crawling on my hands and knees. It took a little bit of time for me to crawl all the way to the dungeon door like this. Once inside, I was unsure where I was being led to. There was a very large variety of furniture in here and no way for me to know what we will be using.

Crawling caused my butt to rub up against my snuggly taped diaper. This caused me to feel a stinging pain with every movement. Slowing down or stopping would cause one of the hands to start spanking my padded butt until I returned to the enforced speed. With a diaper this thick I shouldn’t have even been able to feel it, but it was still quite unpleasant on my recently paddled bottom.

After over a minute of crawling I was finally led to the site where my next punishment would take place; the spanking bench. Once I had crawled close enough the arms lifted me up into the air, forced me conform to a position suitable for the bench, and planted me down on it. Straps were quickly put into place after I was sat down that would prevent me from going anywhere. Next, the leash around my neck was replaced with a thick, solid metal rod that attached my collar to the floor. With this in place it was basically impossible to move my neck.

I had no idea what was coming to me at this point. I had already been thoroughly paddled mere minutes ago, so I assume it wouldn’t be another spanking. All I could do was wait in anticipation and stare at the wall a few feet in front of me. I could hear the sounds of stuff being moved around behind me, but with this collar I had to no way of turning to look.

A few more moments passed before something blindfolded me. After my sight was taken away my pacifier was too. I wasn’t left ungagged for long though, as it was quickly replaced with an O-ring gag that forced my mouth wide open. At the same time as my gag was being swapped out I felt a pressure on the back of my diaper. It didn’t last long though and I couldn’t feel anything different afterwards.

“It is time for your timeout, baby. You sit here and think about what you did while nanny prepares lunch.” The Nannybot said before exiting the room.

“This is it?” I thought, sure that something had gone wrong. There was no way to was all that was going to happen to me. It was after this thought that I started to hear a mechanical whirring. A moment later I felt something press up against the back of my diaper. It didn’t meet an resistance like it should have though, and it keep moving until I felt it brush up against my butt cheeks.

I yelped and tried jumping away, but the leather restraints prevented me from getting out of its path. The objects kept pushing forward and eventually came far enough to penetrate me. Thankfully the object was well lubricated and was able to easily slide in without any resistance, which is good because it was quite thick. It was then that I noticed that it had a phallic shape, confirming my suspicions that it was a large dildo.

The dildo kept shoving itself inside until it was at least 6 inches deep. I was beginning to pant as I tried to cope with the sudden invasion. I never really did much with my ass romantically, so the feeling of the thick object was very foreign to me.

I grew more concerned when I began to feel a similar feeling again, only this time lower on my diaper. Soon another dildo, identical in size and shape to the first, began to penetrate my helpless vagina. It shoved deeper and deeper until I had absorbed the entire thing.

I was breathing very heavily now. Being double penetrated like this was brand new feeling to me. I felt stuffed to the brim in both of my holes and could do nothing about it. The feeling of the anal dildo didn’t do much except make me more uncomfortable. The dildo penetrating my vagina was making me even hornier though.

I was trying to contort my body in an attempt to get more please from the dildos when I heard the whirring sound in front of me. I instantly grew concerned, knowing what was about to happen. It wasn’t long before I felt another, identical dildo begin to make its way into my unguarded mouth. I tried to resist it with my tongue, but it was futile. The dildo slowly pressed farther and farther back until I could feel the base at my lips. I had a bit of experience giving blow jobs in the past, but never to anything this thick. Thankfully it wasn’t far enough inside to make me gag, but it was extremely close.

I thought that this would be it. That I would sit here, fully penetrated by the three dildos until my timeout was over. In punishment mode though, that would be too merciful. After all of the dildos were in position they waited a moment before beginning to slide out of me. They would keep leaving until they exited and their tip was at my entrance, before turning around and going back inside.

I moaned into the large dildo occupying my mouth as they all slid in and out. This action was causing me a large amount of two kinds of pleasure. The first kind was the physical, being caused my the dildo that was penetrating my already exited vagina. The other was the mental, caused by the humiliation of this all. Here I was, strapped to a table wearing only an over-sized baby diaper and dog collar, helplessly getting fucked in every hole by a machine.

The dildos eventually began changing speeds and rhythms. It wasn’t long before they were all entering and exiting at different times and speeds. Trying to keep up with the sensation and pleasure of this was nearly impossible. As they began to speed up I began building closer and closer to an orgasm.

It wasn’t longer before I exploded with the most intense orgasm I have ever had. The sexual fluid shot out of my body, being absorbed by the thick diaper strapped to my waist. Something else began to happen at the same time though. The dildos behind me must have sensed my orgasm, as they fully inserted themselves inside me and stopped moving.

After stopping they began squirting some warm, thick fluid inside of my back two holes. I assumed that this was meant to be some sort of fake semen, but I had no way of knowing. Once they finished squirting they got back to work violating me. The dildo in my mouth never stopped this entire time. It kept rapidly pumping in and out of my mouth.

The only time I had to recover was while I was being ejaculated inside by the machine. The pleasure didn’t stop coming and before I knew it I was having another orgasm. The two back dildos once again stopped to begin injecting me with the sperm substitute. Their rapid fucking afterwards caused it to get all over both my holes and leak out into my diaper.

After three orgasms I was exhausted and almost in a trance. This was an insane amount of pleasure that I never thought I was capable of achieving. In my mind I was nothing more than a naughty diaper slut. I was meant to be used, abused, and humiliated by anyone or anything. This was my punishment for stepping out of line and forgetting that.

I was snapped out of my trance by the sound of a door opening somewhere in the room. The mechanical sound of the Nannybot moving came closer and closer to me before finally stopping to my side.

“Is baby enjoying her timeout?” It asked me.

I did my best to nod my head. I was quite enjoying my timeout.

“Well we can’t be having that. It’s not a punishment if you’re enjoying it.” It said, scarring me and making me regret my answer.

Suddenly the dildos began rapidly picking up speed. It began to get painful as they quickly entered and exited my holes. The speed and intensity kept increasing until it was more painful than pleasureful. They were now beginning to pump the semen like fluid inside me constantly every time they hit the deepest point of my holes.

“I have babies lunch right here. After she finishes she can be done with timeout.” Nannybot said, patting my head.

I had no idea how I would be able to eat with this dildo rapidly face fucking me. I got my answer soon enough though, when the dildo in my mouth slowed to a stop and began pumping out a nasty goop. It was pretty evident that this was the baby food I had purchased before moving in.

The goop slowly, but consistently pushed itself out of the fake penis and into my mouth. I was forced to swallow if I didn’t want to start choking on it. Despite buying a bunch of it, I had actually never tried any baby food before this and now I was glad that I didn’t. It tasted terrible!

I had no choice but to eat it all. The dildos in the back continued rapidly assaulting and filling my holes while I did my best to keep up with swallowing the disgusting goop. Sometime during my feeding I was painfully brought to another orgasm. This one wasn’t nearly as intense as the others, which was good because the dildos didn’t hesitate at all afterwards like they would before.

An unknown amount of time later I had apparently finished all of the baby food, as it finally stopped being pumped out of the dildo. I thought that would be it, but afterwards it started pushing out some liquid. After swallowing it I realized that it was apple juice.

My stomach was already feeling full before, but now the juice was making it even worse. It was way nicer tasting than the baby food and helped to get rid of the lingering taste though, which was nice. It kept pumping and pumping before eventually being replaced by water. The water was very welcome to me. I was incredibly sweaty from all that I’ve endured so far.

“Make one more cummy and you can be done baby.” Nannybot said to me, patting my head again.

At that moment the dildo in my mouth stopped leaking water and got back to work face fucking me. I focused hard on trying to enjoy whatever pleasure I could get out the three dildos. My vigor had been somewhat restored knowing that I was almost done and the end was in sight.

I tried to concentrate on the small amount of pleasure I was receiving from the dildo roughly violating my vagina. It was hard, but there was some that could be felt through the pain. I also tried to focus my mind on thinking about all of the humiliation I’ve endured so far.

“I’m nothing more than a perverted, diaper loving slut.” I thought to myself. “I’ve been spanked, diapered, and roughly fucked for god knows how long now and I’m enjoying every second of it. I deserve this treatment and nothing more. I’m just a stupid slut who loves diapers.”

Finally I was able to muster up one last orgasm. As I did, the dildos slowed to a stop and began shooting out a large quantity of the semen substitute. Even the dildo in my mouth shot some out, filling it up with the salty substance.

“Swallow it all, baby.” Nannybot instructed.

I did as commanded and felt the salty, thick liquid slide down my throat. After I swallowed, the dildos began retracting out of me, finally allowing me a moment of rest. They left a trail of the semen like substance as they went, which continued to leak out into my diaper.

“Such a good girl. Are you ready to lay down for your nap?” Nannybot asked me while petting my head and undoing the gag that was forcing my mouth open.

“Yes, Nanny.” I answered.

All-in-all, I was exhausted. Nothing sounded better at the moment then a nap. My mouth was incredibly sore from being forced open for so long. It wasn’t the only thing that was sore though. Both of my other holes were aching from the rough fucking they just received. My butt hole in particular ached the worst. The pain covering my ass from the spanking earlier was still prevalent as well.

The hands began undoing to restraints that bound me to the bench. Once I was free, Nannybot came over and peeled my sweaty body off of the leather. She popped a normal, if not large, pacifier into my mouth and picked me up. I didn’t reject or fight the pacifier. I just happily sucked on it like any baby would.

I was carried back to the nursery like a baby. I snuggled myself into the robots soft, fake breasts, enjoying the skinship I was receiving from my previous tormentor. Nannybot had one of her hands pressed up against my diapered bottom, forcing me to realize just how much of the fake cum was pumped into me. It was a bit gross feeling, but I was too tired to really care.

Once we got to the nursery I was deposited back onto the changing table. This time though, I wasn’t restrained at all. I didn’t even have the energy left to fight a diaper change if I wanted to. I was more then happy to get out of this yucky, cum filled diaper.

The tapes were undone and soon my privates were exposed to the cold air of the nursery. Nannybot made quick work wiping me clean and getting me put into a new, fresh diaper. After I was once again secured in a diaper I was lifted up off of the table.

A set of hands brought over a pink and white snap-crotch onesie that I quickly found myself wearing. Nannybot took me back from the hands and carried me over to the giant crib. She placed me down inside and tucked me in before raising the bars of the crib up.

“You’ve had a long morning baby. Rest up and we can play some more later.” She said, departing the nursery and turning off the lights.

I was now alone and finally able to rest. This crib was massive. The bars raised well over 6 feet above the mattress, making it impossible for me to escape. It’s not like I could even attempt it at the moment though. I was much too tired for that. Instead, I happily sucked on my pacifier and tried my hardest to fall asleep.

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It took a bit longer than I anticipated, but here is chapter 2! I appreciate all the feedback and comments!

Chapter 2:

I’m not sure what time it was when I woke up, as there was no clock in the nursery. All I could tell was that it was still daytime, evident by the light pouring in from the window on the other side of the room. Given the time of year, that could be anytime before 8:00pm though. There would be no way for me to know what time it is until Nannybot came to get me. I felt well rested though, so it was very likely a few hours later than when I was put to sleep.

I was initially a bit jarred when I woke up and immediately saw myself surrounded by thick, wood bars. It took me a moment to remember what all had happened today. The residual pain from my earlier spanking was still vaguely noticeable in my bottom, as was the pain from the rough fucking I received not too long after.

The next thing I noticed was that my bladder was aching, bad. I was no stranger to wetting a diaper, so it would take nothing for me to just release and flood myself. That would be too boring for me though. If I am going to wet myself, I’m going to at least have some fun doing it.

I picked up my pacifier, which had fallen out of my mouth while I was napping, and popped it back into my mouth. I slowly rolled over onto my stomach and cast the blanket off of myself. Doing this made me realize just how badly I needed to pee. I got up on my hands and knees until I was in the perfect babyish position to wet myself in.

The flood gates opened as soon as I let them and I began rapidly flooding my diaper. A stream of piss shot out of me and into the diaper with enough force that I could easily hear it. The diaper was firmly pressed up against my butt and crotch by the form fitting onesie I had on, meaning I could feel the wetness spread throughout as it was absorbed.

The diaper was thoroughly drenched by the time I was finished. Once all the pee was out of my body I collapsed back onto my stomach. The warm and wet diaper pressed into me as I did, causing me to let out a little moan through the pacifier. I was perfectly content to just lay here for a while and enjoy the comfy, warm diaper.

And that’s exactly what I did. I nearly fell back asleep before the door to the nursery opened and the Nannybot came through it.

“Did baby enjoy her nap?” It asked me.

“Mmm-hmm” I replied, never opening my mouth or letting the pacifier fall out.

“That’s good. Let’s give you your bottle and then get you changed.” Nannybot said as it lowered the crib wall and scooped me out.

She had me cradled in her arms like one would with a normal baby. The pacifier was taken out of my mouth and replaced with the nipple of an over sized baby bottle. I instinctively began sucking on it and was greeted to the taste of milk. Nannybot slowly rocked us side to side while I nursed on the rubber nipple.

It took multiple minutes for me to finish the large baby bottle. The way I was being held was causing the saturated backside of my diaper to push right into my sore butt. It initially hurt, but afterwards it felt pretty nice. I always loved the feeling of a freshly wet diaper.

“Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper, baby.” Nannybot stated.

The empty bottle was removed from my mouth and my pacifier was just as quickly returned to fill the void in my mouth. I was carried away from the crib where we were before and brought over to the changing table. I was down and top and secured in place using a single strap that went over my stomach.

I laid still in waiting while Nannybot removed the collar that was still around my neck and undid the snaps of my onesie. Once they were undone the onesie was pulled up a bit, leaving my soggy diaper fully exposed. I tried to get a look at it, but the strap across my stomach prevented me from adjusting to a point where I could get a look. The strap wasn’t exactly meant for bondage, it was more intended keep a baby from falling off the changing table. Either way, it prevented me from even being able to see what kind of diaper I was wearing.

Nannybot removed my sodden diaper and got to work wiping, oiling, and powdering me back up. Before I knew it, I was already taped up in a new diaper, just as thick as the previous one had been before I used it. Both weren’t nearly as thick as the one I was wearing during my punishment earlier.

Once the diaper was secured I was unstrapped from the changing table and my onesie was buttoned back up. Nannybot lifted me up off the table and began carrying me to my living room afterwards. I was curious what she was planning on doing to me now. Evidently she was planning on letting me play, and she placed me down inside the plastic walls of my playpen.

“You go ahead and play with your toys for a while, baby. Call for Nanny if you need anything.” Nannybot said as she placed me down.

The only toys in the playpen were actual baby toys. I was never too interested in playing with baby toys or getting too into acting like a real baby. I would just be bored out of my mind trying to sit here and enjoy playing with dolls and blocks. I figured now would probably be a good time to switch the house back to Adult Mode and check my phone.

“House, switch to Adult Mode.” I stated after removing the pacifier from my mouth.

I heard a dinging sound play that confirmed the switch to the new mode. If I didn’t switch out of Baby Mode, the house would likely have prevented me from leaving the playpen or even standing up. If I was persistent enough, it may have even have punished me as well.

Just like how Punishment Mode has multiple rules that it enforces on me, Baby Mode does too. Breaking these rules was usually just met with the arms or Nannybot forcing me to follow them by preventing my movements, but if I was persistent enough they could lead to punishments as well. The punishments were a lot less intense than anything in Punishment Mode, but they were still designed to be effective on an adult sized baby.

Spankings were the primary punishment that it would issue. They would usually just be given bare handed over my diaper, but if it was necessary then the diaper could be pulled down. Timeouts were another punishment that it could issue. Those timeouts would just be me being sent to stand in the naughty corner for a set length of time. Nothing too extreme, but it was still meant to be a punishment.

I stood up and stepped out of the playpen. That fact that I’d already gotten this far was confirmation to me that the house switched to Adult Mode. I would not have gotten this far if it was still in Baby Mode. The arms would have shot out of the ceiling, lifted me up, and placed me back on my butt in the playpen.

I waddled my way back to the master bedroom, where I had left my phone. Nothing was stopping me from removing the diaper and onesie now, but I didn’t feel like taking them off just yet. Why bother changing out of it and waste a perfectly fine diaper? The onesie was soft and warm as well, so there was really no issue with this outfit.

When I reached my phone I was finally able to learn that it was about 3:30pm. That made sense to me. I initiated my hour of punishment at about 11:30am earlier, and I would perfectly believe that I napped for close to 3 hours afterwards.

It wasn’t surprising to me that I received 0 notifications while I was separated from my phone. My life has been considerably more uneventful since I quit my job months ago. The only messages I ever received anymore were when my mom occasionally decided to check up on how I was doing.

I ended up spending probably close to an hour and a half just laying in my bed, scrolling through numerous apps and websites on my phone to pass the time. I would occasionally adjust my legs and be reminded that I was still wearing a diaper. I left my pacifier back in the playpen, but if I still had it I would probably have been mindlessly sucking on it the entire time.

I was eventually brought out of my trance by my stomach growling for food. At this point it was barely after 5:00pm, which was usually about the time I started preparing dinner. I slowly sat up and shifted my weight to my padded butt and then transitioned to my feet. I started waddling to the kitchen before remembering something important.

“Nannybot!” I called out.

I started hearing the robot leave the nursery and approach my current position. It soon came through the door to my room.

“What can I do for you, Miss Jessica?” It asked me.

“Please begin preparing dinner.” I asked the machine.

“Right away Miss Jessica. Any preferences on what?”

“No preferences.”

“I will get started immediately. I will let you know when it is ready.”

Nannybot walked off afterwards and left me alone once again. I decided to go out to my living room while I waited for dinner to be done. I made my way through the main hallway and out to the living room, taking a moment examine the beauty of it.

The living room had multiple high end couches and a recliner, all facing a giant, flat screen TV that was mounted to the wall. The only thing abnormal was the large playpen in the corner. If I were to have guests over the hands could easily remove it in a matter of seconds.

The kitchen was also visible from the living room. On one side was a large kitchen with a large assortment of devices, utensils, and cabinets. A few of the cabinets were filled with adult sized baby bottles, sippy cups, and baby themed plates, bowls, and silverware. Pretty much anything a baby would need.

On the other side was a big dinning table and an adult sized highchair. The highchair was so high that my feet would be left dangling well above the ground if I was sitting in it. The seat has a cushion padding the seat on both the butt area and the back. It also features a 5 point chest harness and locking clamps under the tray and along the legs. The tray was detachable.

I wasn’t planning on eating in the highchair, but after seeing it I knew that I had to. The idea of being strapped inside of it, being forcibly fed whatever Nannybot desired was too much for me. I wasn’t even sure what the robot was making for me at the moment, bur I wasn’t really picky.

I made my way over to the console on the living room wall and began entering the menu to change modes. I was tempted to turn on Punishment Mode to see what would happen, but I was too hungry to want to risk missing a meal. I instead turned on Baby Mode, which would guarantee that I would be fed in the highchair.

I heard Nannybot leave her station at the kitchen and looked over to see her approaching me. I obediently got down on my hands and knees like a good baby, preparing for whatever was about to happen. As soon as she reached me she planted my pacifier from earlier back into my mouth, which I accepted without any complaints.

“Dinner is almost ready baby. Let’s check your diaper and then I’ll get you ready.” The robot stated.

I felt one of her hands pat down the front, mid section, and back of my diaper.

“All dry! What a big girl you are!” She said as she began lifting me into her arms.

I was carried in the same style as before towards the kitchen. Once we arrived a pair of arms came from the ceiling, unlocked the tray of the highchair, and then pulled it off. Nannybot deposited me on the now open seat and got to work securing the harness around me. The straps all met at a pentagon-shaped buckle attached to the strap that went over my diaper. Two straps came from above my shoulders. Once they were connected I was forced up against the back of the highchair. The last two came from the sides and made it hard for me to wiggle around much.

Once I was fully strapped in the arms put the tray back into place in front of me. I heard it lock into position as it was slid on. The only way to remove it was by pressing on two latches on the front side of it. It was possible for me to reach them on my own, but it was a bit difficult if I was strapped in like this. If my hands were locked under the tray then there would be no way for me to reach it.

I continued sucking on my pacifier as I waited for my dinner to come. The highchair straps didn’t allow me much freedom to move around, meaning I couldn’t twist my body to see how close dinner was to being finished. I still has control of my arms and hands, so I could undo them if I wanted. It would be useless though, as the hands would likely just come down and redo them.

Eventually I heard Nannybot begin to approach me. When she came into view I saw her holding a plate with what appeared to be spaghetti on it. She was also holding something made of cloth that I couldn’t make out. After setting the spaghetti down on the tray of the highchair she took the cloth object out and unfolded it, making me realize that it was a bib.

The bib was mostly white, but embroidered in pink on the front were the words “Messy Baby”. The bib, like everything else, was sized to fit an adult. I stood perfectly still while she brought it towards me. Once Nannybot had it secured around my neck, it protected the majority of my chest.

“I bet someone’s hungry. Let’s fill up your cute little tummy.” The robot stated as she removed my pacifier and began to twirl up a fork full of spaghetti. “Open wide baby!”

I obediently opened my mouth and allowed the robot to feed me. The fork it was using was similar to one you would give to a toddler. It was made of green plastic and did not have any sharp edges. The plate being used didn’t seem to be one of the few babyish ones I had gotten, but I was unable to tell.

One the fork full of spaghetti was inserted into my mouth I bit down and began eating it. It tasted surprisingly good. I was a bit concerned at first that a robot wouldn’t know how to make food taste good, so it was a pleasant surprise. It tasted almost exactly the same as it did when I made it in the past.

Nannybot withdrew the fork from my closed mouth and started getting a new forkful ready for me. We continued in this rhythm for multiple minutes. The robot may see me as a baby, but it knows how much food a baby of my size needs to stay healthy. That meant that there was plenty of spaghetti on the plate for me to eat.

About two thirds of the way through my meal I began to feel my bladder twinge. I began to get excited once again as I thought about what was about to happen. Here I was, being fed while strapped into a giant highchair. In a moment, I would be wetting my diaper. This lifestyle was exactly what a useless little baby like me needed.

I began releasing my pee as Nannybot put another bite of spaghetti into my mouth. I didn’t immediately react as I was focused on the sensation of my expanding diaper. I came back to reality as she moved the forkful of spaghetti around in my mouth. I took it off the fork and slowly chewed on it while I continued flooding my diaper.

“Is baby wetting her diaper? We’ll get you changed after you finish your dinner.” The robot stated as it withdrew the fork once again.

After another bite of spaghetti I had finished draining my bladder. The diaper was now completely soaked and pleasantly warm. The feeling was enough to raise my excitement level another notch. I began to rub myself off and on while still eating. I was suddenly stopped by Nannybot reaching under the tray and grabbing my wrist.

“That action is not appropriate for babies. Focus on your dinner baby.” She command as she forced my wrist back to my side, away from the front of my diaper.

I was a bit surprised by this, as I didn’t even consider that she could or would do this. It made sense though as masturbating was very inappropriate, especially for babies. Maybe I need to be punished for doing something so naughty?

There were only a few bites of spaghetti left on the plate at this point. I decided that once I was finished eating I would switch over to punishment mode. For how long though? It was only about 5:30pm at this point, so I had all night left. In the end, I decided that three hours would be good. Masturbating in front of your nanny is a very naughty thing to do after all.

“House, switch to punishment mode.” I stated after finishing my last bite of spaghetti.

“Confirm time duration.” Nannybot said, emotionless as she froze in place.

“3 hours.” I answered.

I heard a ding to the one earlier today, confirming the switch.

“Now that dinner is over, it’s time for this naughty baby to be punished.” The robot stated, returning to life. “First though, she needs to finish her bottle.”

Nannybot went back to the kitchen with the cleared plate and silverware, temporarily leaving me unattended. A second after she turned around through, several arms descended from the ceiling above me. 4 of them took a firm hold of all of my limbs and forced them into set positions. Once in place, the clamps on the highchair locked shut around my wrists and ankles, preventing me from even attempting to escape. Another hand reattached the dog collar from earlier today around my neck.

I squirmed around in my prison, trying to get even a little bit of stimulation. It was mostly futile, as the restrains around my chest prevented close to any movement. The most I could really do was move my butt around and squish the soaked padding. Nannybot returned a moment later holding a baby bottle filled with what seemed to be more apple juice.

“My memory determines that baby has not made any poopies today.” She stated. “Baby must be constipated. If she doesn’t make any poopies before she finishes her bottle then she will need to be given an enema.”

My heart started beating after I heard the clear threat. I have never given myself an enema before. I hardly even messed myself as I didn’t enjoy the cleanup involved afterwards. But now I have someone to cleanup for me. I have enjoyed the feeling and humiliation of the experience every time I have done it in the past.

Nannybot brought the bottle up to my mouth and inserted the nipple. I began slowly sucking the juice out of the bottle as I tried to release anything I could into the diaper. I didn’t feel like I needed to poop though, so it was quite difficult. Nannybot made sure that I couldn’t escape the bottle or stop drinking by holding it firmly against my lips, no matter how I moved.

It took until the bottle was only a quarter full until I was able to finally get something to come out. I grunted as I began to push the surprisingly large log of poop out of my body and into the seat of the diaper. I tried to continue drinking as best as I could while my body continued to expel the mess. The poop slowly made its way out and took up whatever available space in the diaper that it could.

After half a minute of pushing I finally stopped. The smell and feeling of my poop suddenly hit me. The smell was just as bad as every other time I had done this and the feeling was just as nice. The large mess had already moved all around the diaper, even making its way to front. I’m not sure how I was even able to let that much out.

I finished the bottle mere seconds after I finished filling my diaper. Once it was emptied it was quickly replaced by my pacifier.

“Good baby. I guess we can skip the enema for now. It’s now time to get you punished.” It said as it took the bottle away.

I sucked on my pacifier while trying not to smell myself. Nanny returned moments later and began undoing all of the restraints that bound me in place. Finally, the tray was removed and I was freed. Of course, in punishment mode, that would not last long.

I found myself being picked up and deposited on my hands and knees on the floor by the arms. Next, a leash was clipped around my collar by Nannybot and I was forced to crawl to the living room. Being forced to crawl in this filled diaper was plenty humiliating. The poop moved around inside with every stride I took, forcing me to keep it in my mind.

Once we reached the living room Nannybot took a seat in the armless chair. I was picked up by her afterwards and placed down over her lap. My arms were taken and secured behind my back by one of the arms to prevent them from moving at all. I instantly knew what was about to happen to me.

“Time for your spanking, baby. If you keep your pacifier in the whole time I will give you a reward. If you don’t, then you’re going to get an additional punishment.” It stated.

I gulped and I firmly planted my teeth on the pacifier. The first spank came down on the seat of my diaper, spreading the mess around even more. Thankfully, she was only using her hand and not the paddle. Even better was that this spanking was not being given on my bare bottom.

Both of those factors didn’t stop the spanking from being painful though. My butt was still slightly sore from earlier and Nannybot wasn’t holding back much of her strength with her swats. After a few seconds I was already beginning to tear up.

The spanking continued with no hesitation for several minutes. My butt was starting to catch on fire just as bad as it had during my paddling earlier this morning. After a particularly painful swat I couldn’t stop myself and screamed out in pain. I realized my mistake instantly as I saw my pacifier hit the floor.

“Very bad baby!” The robot stated as it continued spanking.

After several extra powerful swats the spanking came to an end and I hoisted up into a sitting position on the robots lap. The pain in my butt was intensified by this and I let out a small yelp. The spanking had completely spread out the mess even more. At this point it had reached pretty much every spot of my diaper.

“Let’s get you to your timeout baby.” It stated, placing me back on the floor and tugging on the leash.

I was forced to crawl back to my nursery, where I was led over to the giant baby bouncer. The bouncer itself was made primarily of pink plastic. It has a ring shape with a thickly padded seat in the center. The seat has two spaces for a pair of legs to go through. That was the portion that did the actual bouncing. It was raised plenty high enough for me to be unable to touch the ground if I was inside of it. On top of the bouncer were several D-rings that restraints could be attached to.

Before I could even react, I was lifted off of the ground by the hands and forced to spread eagle in the air. I could feel the snaps on my onesie being undone by one of them. Once they were undone, two of the hands began sliding what felt like pair of plastic panties up my legs. I got my confirmation when it was brought all the way up my waist and then locked shut at the back. The snaps on my onesie were then secured again, forcing the sagging diaper back up into my body. While all of this was happening, another set of hands were securing cuffs onto my wrists.

“Now that you’re properly dressed, let’s add the first part of baby’s additional punishment.” Nannybot said.

I was lowered down to Nannybot’s level, but not let free of the restraining arms. A hand took hold of my chin and forced my mouth open by pushing on my cheeks. My head was pushed and I was finally able to see that Nannybot was holding something in her hand. I was unable to tell what it was until it pressed up against my open mouth.

“Plea-” was all I was able to get out before Nannybot began pushing the object into my mouth.

I quickly realized that it was a dildo gag as it was forced further and further into my undefended mouth. This was certainly on the longer end of the ones that I had. This one kept going into my mouth until it was nearly touching the back of my throat. With the long length came a large thickness as well. There was no way I could even scream with this thing in.

Nannybot secured the gags straps tightly behind my head, making sure that it wasn’t going anywhere. After it was in place I was lifted back in the air and positioned above the bouncer. Kicking my legs was futile, as the hands were still holding them steady, making sure that they were positioned to slide right in.

The hands slowly started lowering me down, into the bouncer. As my diaper hit the seat, the mush that had built up around my butt began to disperse around the diaper. The cuffs attached to my wrist were quickly secured to the D-rings on the bouncer. The chains that were used were long enough to give me some room to move around, but not nearly enough to do anything useful with. After I was secured in place the leash was removed and Nannybot took a step back.

“Now let’s begin the second part of baby’s additional punishment.” Nannybot stated as I was pressed firmed into the seat of the bouncer.

I was unsure what else it could add now, but I got my answer when the entire bouncer seat began wildly vibrating. I moaned into the large dildo as waves of pleasure instantly overtook my body. Even through all of the layers separating my clit and the source of the vibrations, it still felt amazing. I had completely forgot about this feature!

The hands let go of me, removing all of the pressure forcing the seat down. The bouncer came to life as I was bounced higher up into the air and then back down again. The mess in my diaper was constantly being spread around my this motion, making sure that I felt every moment of it. The heavy vibrations were providing me with loads of pleasure, forcing me to enjoy this disgusting punishment.

“You have fun baby. Nanny will check on you in a bit” Nannybot said as it began exiting the nursery.

All I could do was try to stay as still as possible and enjoy the vibrations. Trying to sit still wasn’t exactly easy though, as the bouncer was constantly forcing me up into the air and back down into the seat of my filled diaper. Every time I went up my mess would quickly make its way to the now open space in my diaper, just to be forced back somewhere else as I made contact with the seat once again. It was impossible for me to try to stop it due my legs being suspended above the ground and my wrists being locked to the plastic ring around me.

The heavy vibrations were the only thing making this bearable. There were three layers impeding their efforts, but despite that they were powerful enough to provide me with plenty of pleasure. Despite making my mouth sore, the dildo was humiliating enough to put me in a good head space for all of this. I’ve always enjoyed fantasies about being forced to suck pacifiers or even penises.

I moaned into the dildo frequently as I began to get close to an orgasm. I was trying my hardest not to focus on my constantly shifting, smelly mess and enjoy the vibrations. I was lost in a fantasy about being forced to suck a daddy’s cock in order to be allowed a diaper change. I was building closer to the orgasm as I focused on nothing but the vibrations and trying to pleasure the large dildo in mouth.

As I was almost to the tipping point of my orgasm the vibrations from the bouncer suddenly stopped. I whined as I came to the realization of what the second part of the punishment actually was. As hard as I tried, there was no way to pleasure myself in this current state. All I could do was whine into my gag as I felt the nearly complete orgasm drain away, forcing me to again recognize the feeling of my messy diaper.

After what felt like an eternity the vibrations started up again, forcing me back into enjoying this. The cycle continued again as I was forcibly built back up to the brink of an orgasm and the vibrations ceased. After three times of this I was actually crying and whining into the large dildo. This may actually drive me insane if this keeps up! I always thought orgasm denial would be fun, but this is painful!

I was the middle of building up to my fifth failed orgasm when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped in shock and moved my head to see Nannybot standing right next to me. I was so lost in the forced pleasure that I never even heard her come back into the nursery. As I was nearing the edge once she began to speak.

“You’re so close, aren’t you baby? Do you think you can make it in time” She asked in a condescending voice.

“Mhmm!” I yelled loudly into the dildo.

I was so incredibly close to an orgasm. If it doesn’t shut off again it should take me just few seconds. I tried as hard as I could to get as much pleasure as possible. I tried moved my hips as much as I could, pressing the messy diaper right into my privates. I thought as hard as I could about my fantasies and the giant dildo in my mouth. In the end, it was pointless though, as the vibrations stopped right before I could go over the edge.

“Tough break, baby. Maybe next time.” Nanny said, patting my head.

I was now full fledged balling at this point. I just wanted to get off so bad! I would give anything at this point just to orgasm! I’d take a hundred swats with a paddle just for one simple orgasm! Unfortunately for me, Nannybot was not that generous.

“Well, let’s go get you cleaned up, stinky baby.” Nannybot said while undoing my wrist restraints.

I was soon freed from the bouncer and lifted up into the arms of the robot. She made sure that I was positioned in such a way to keep my mess pressed right into me. In addition to this, she also occasionally rubbed my poor, yearning clit. This caused me to whine into the dildo gag every time it was done.

I don’t think words could describe how desperate I was for an orgasm. This was my first time ever experiencing orgasm denials, and I hope for my sanity’s sake that it is also the last! I have never felt so degraded before, even including my punishment session earlier today.

I was expecting to be brought over to the changing table to be changed into a new diaper, but instead I was packed out the door of the nursery. After a moment of confusion I realized that I was being taken to the bathroom. What was Nannybot planning on doing?

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I loved reading this in multiple ways, and honestly it seems pretty well written. Could just be me, but it seems a little rushed, but I really didn’t mind. I wholeheartedly hope you continue this, but don’t rush it (not saying that you rushed it in the first place because you obviously didn’t) because most people would prefer a delayed but finished product than a rushed and unfinished product. I couldn’t see any obvious problems, maybe one or two small typos in the whole story, it’s spaced well, the story makes sense and I couldn’t help but feel turned on by it.

Being independently rich in early twenties and finding technology for a ABDL nanny bot? I think you basically wrote out half of ABDLs’ fantasy.

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