Sam and the Mysterious Nursery – Chapter Two
It felt like hours has passed. It was impossible to know for sure because there were no clocks on any of the walls and no windows to see outside.
Sam was still in the crib which he found was impossible to escape from and he was still naked except for the diaper that was strapped to his waist. Well, not entirely naked.
A few minutes after the hands left the room he had tried to remove the diaper by pulling at the tapes, he thought being naked would be better than the humiliation of the padding. But immediately, as soon as his hands touched a tape, four robotic arms came out of the four corners of the large metal crib and had forced his hands into balls and put a type of mittens on them with chains at the wrist that prevented them being removed.
Then his hands had been placed behind him and tied together with a strap. Trying to remove his diaper had clearly been a bad idea, Sam thought to himself.
What was worse, it had now been several hours and he could feel an aching in his bladder. Sam knew what that meant but he refused to give in to the demands of his bladder, he hadn’t wet himself since he was potty trained and he didn’t plan to start now.
Sam was still feeling miserable and depressed about the situation but the shock had worn off and now he was as much confused as anything else. The overriding emotion though, was fear. What was in store for the future, what was going to happen next.
As time tricked agonisingly on the need from Sam’s bladder grew and grew, it was begging for release.
Sam knew asking the mysterious machines, or whoever controlled them for release would be a waste of time. He doubled over in pain as the spasms in his bladder started and his body started trying to force the urine out of him.
Sam could only hold on so long. Eventually his control would slip and his body would do the rest. He gasped as he felt a small trickle escaped himself and into the thirsty, waiting diaper. Like a signal to start a charge the rest of the contents of his bladder made a push for escape and he could no longer hold it. His attempts at stopping it happening were beaten and the pee poured out of him and into the padding.
He felt his face redden as he felt the humiliation of being forced to wet himself like this. He saw the diaper becoming discoloured as it absorbed the urine and he closed his eyes unable to watch himself do this.
The padding swelled and it felt very warm against his crotch as he continued releasing his bladder. After what felt like a minute he finally stopped wetting. He didn’t know how he had done so much wetting. He assumed it was because of the drugs that knocked him out, or maybe the alcohol at the party last night. He closed his eyes, the memory of the party was painful now, he didn’t know if he would see any of his friends from the party again. He didn’t know if he would see anyone at all ever again at this rate.
The full force of the situation hit him and he fell back on his heavily padded and wet rear and started crying at the situation he was in and the life he had potentially lost.
Seemingly reacting at the sound of him crying the arms reappeared from the ceiling which just made Sam cry out even more. As the arms swooped down out of the ceiling Sam backed into the corner of the crib, he was determined to put up a fight even if he felt so completely helpless. As the hands got close he kicked out as hard as he could, making contact with the end of the nearest arm it moved only slightly and at the cost of a lot of pain to Sam’s foot. With Sam’s arms tied behind his back he didn’t have a lot of options for fighting back.
In reaction to this more arms came down. They undid the straps but before Sam could react and move his arms they grabbed his wrists and ankles, only this time they lifted him in to the air and pulled his arms and legs away from his body so he was being held vertically in a star shape. Sam tried to pull one of his arms free but he was being held very securely.
After a moment in this position another arm came from the ceiling and went straight down to his crotch. Sam winced as the hand drew closer and then turned its hand to be palm up and it started patting the diaper between Sam’s legs. It didn’t take Sam long to realise he was checking for if it needed to be changed, Sam blushed at the realisation that he had wet himself and then cried like an infant. It was curious, he thought, that these arms seemed to recognise what was going on. Sam started wondering what was controlling these things and why they were doing all this.
The arm at Sam’s crotch finished assessing the state of the nappy and seemed to decide it needed replacing and it pulled the tapes off. With a very wet thud the nappy fell into the crib where another arm picked it up and took it with him back into the ceiling from whence the arm had come.
Sam blushed even more as he was manhandled whilst naked by these machines. The thud of the nappy had shown just how much he had used it, he hoped that if he ever got out of this, that no one will ever know what was happening in here.
Sam was carried over to the changing table. This time he didn’t resist as much, he had realised that there was nothing he could do and he just allowed himself to be carried over. The breeze the movement generated hit his exposed crotch creating a cold tickling feeling. Sam shuddered at the feeling before reaching the table and being carefully and gently set down.
Perhaps the arms recognised the lack of resistance because after laying him down they reduced the pressure on his wrists and ankles, and slowly they let go and hovered just above him. Sam considered taking the moment to try and get off the table but previous attempts showed him that attempting to get out was a forlorn hope. So despite being given the opportunity, Sam decided to just lay there and allow this all to happen.
One of the arms drifted back into the ceiling and then returned with a new diaper. It was unfolded and placed beneath Sam without Sam moving or reacting except for having his butt lifted up by a hand grabbing his ankles for that task.
Whether the mysterious arms knew he was co-operating or not Sam didn’t know but they slowly drifted further away from him in a kind of Mexican stand-off, they were clearly ready to pounce again at any sign of resistance.
Sam just lay there, still sniffing a bit from the crying as the new diaper was taped snuggly around his waist. After it was taped on two hands gently picked him up, and then placed him on the floor so he was standing up, though they took hold of his arms so he couldn’t wander away. They weren’t holding him tightly though and Sam began to realise that by going along with what they wanted they seemed to be happier to not hold him down so much.
Whilst Sam was contemplating this two hands came down from the ceiling holding something that was folded up and baby blue in colour. As they carried it down from the ceiling the cloth unfolded and Sam recognised it as a larger version of what he had seen younger cousins wear. It was like a regular shirt that carried on down past the waist and had two flaps front and back that had little poppers on allowing them to link up between the legs. In short they were bringing him a onesie.
“No way…” Sam almost whispered and started backing away. This diaper was one thing but there was no way he was going to allow these things to dress him up as a baby. He wasn’t a doll or their play thing, he was a person and he deserved respect!
As he took a step back, almost instantly the hands around his wrist strengthened their grip and held him still.
He struggled more using his free feet to try and kick away the arm that was bringing the onesie closer to him. Reacting almost immediately more arms came down and grabbed his ankles. Sam struggled but once again he was entirely at the mercy of these arms. He went red in the face as he pulled his arms and legs trying to free himself but it was hopeless.
The onesie was pulled over Sam’s head and pulled down. The restraints holding him adjusted where they were holding him to allow for the onesie to be pulled on and for the flaps between his legs to be popped together. Sam felt himself go redder in the face with each pop of the onesie.
Once it was on Sam was forcibly carried over to the bed and dropped into the crib much harder than the gentler landings the arms had given him before. The arms maintained their grip though and held Sam spread-eagled in the bed. Sam was wondering what was next when an arm descended from the ceiling, immediately Sam could see that this one looked different from all the other ones.
Unlike the other arms with hands on the end, this one seemed to end in what looked like a nipple, and the tube wasn’t shiny and metallic like the other arms, this one was clear and seemed to be full of a white liquid.
Sam laid there concerned and when the tube moved toward his mouth he quickly turned his head away and pursed his lips together. Reacting to this a hand came down from above and grabbed his forehead. The hand was big enough that it could easily grasp both sides of his head, then it used it’s overwhelming strength to force Sam’s head to look up at the ceiling again.
Sam was still resisting though, as if any of this effort would do him any good.
Yet another hand came down from the ceiling. Sam started wondering how many of these things were up there, the hand swooped down and pinched Sam’s nose. Unable to breath Sam opened his mouth and has he did so the tube with the nipple forced its way into his mouth and the hand holding Sam’s nose let go.
Sam tried moving his head but he was being held perfectly still and the nipple in his mouth seemed to be perfectly shaped for him. He could barely move his mouth at all and there was no way to get the nipple out. Realising that he was meant to drink whatever was in this tube and that the hands wouldn’t let him move until he did he reluctantly sucked on the nipple the way a baby would. He suddenly realised how thirsty he had been as the first drops of cold milk hit the back of his throat.
With no choice in the matter now Sam started greedily sucking down in the milk to quench the thirst he suddenly realised he had. Sam was totally immobilised now, his wrists and ankles were held and pinned to the mattress of the crib, his head was being held in place so he couldn’t move it, his hands had restrictive mittens so he could barely move his fingers. The only thing he could do was reflexively suck down the milk now being fed to him.
Soon Sam started feeling very full on the milk but realised there was no way to stop the feeding from continuing. He started squirming to try and express his desire to stop, but the uncaring machines showed no signs of listening to his protests or that they even understood them. Looking up the tube Sam could see the end of the milk, every time he sucked some down the level in the tube lowered.
Sam kept sucking the milk down slowly, he was struggling with it but managed to finally force down the last of the milk in the tube.
When the last of the milk was swallowed and he was left sucking air the tube slowly pulled itself out of his mouth.
Sam gasped for air and was very grateful for this as his jaw was starting to hurt. Sam was waiting for the other arms to let go but they didn’t budge at all. Instead the arms holding his head and hands forced him into a sitting position, and then an unseen arm from behind him wrapped around his midsection pinning his arms to his side.
Two hands came down from the ceiling now, one with a jar of something that Sam couldn’t make out, and the other with a spoon. It didn’t take Sam long to realise what was next.
“No! Stop! I’m not hungry… Who are you? Let me go! When I get my hands on yo-” Sam started shouting but was then cut off by the spoon, loaded with some of the mushy contents of the unlabelled jar.
Sam flinched at the bland taste but swallowed it since the spoon wasn’t being moved until he did so. After the first spoonful there was another, and then another. Sam was so full now he thought he was going to burst when finally, the arms all simultaneously let go and disappeared back into the ceiling from whence they had come from.
“Alone again…” Sam thought to himself after a minute or so of no activity. “Then again, I guess I was always alone.”
Sam slowly laid back putting his head on the pillow. He was feeling exceedingly tired and extremely full. Was it the food and drink that was making him tired? Maybe it was all the trauma of the day that had left him lethargic. All Sam knew was that within seconds of laying his head down he fell into a deep sleep.
The End of Sam and the Mysterious Nursery – Chapter Two.
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