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It was the year 2050. Everything is automated– driving, grocery shopping, clothes buying– just anything and everything was automated either by computer or voice activation or robotic. One evening I was walking home just for exercise when I walked by a new building with a sign that said “automated baby sitting service for children from over night to six months long for ages one year to twelve years old.” I thought that it would be funny for someone that was an adult like me to try. I read the instructions it said to enter age of child, length of stay and enter payment code and a password for release. Then send child down the chute for children under three and through the door for older children. I entered age 1.5 for age and 1 for length of stay then my code. I thought for a few minutes as the chute bars opened I looked around seeing no one I jumped up on the large opening I could see no chute the chute bars closed behind me, leaving no choice but to scoot forward my feet out in front of me. Where was the chute I kept scooting when all the sudden I heard a peep so I stopped. I heard the machine say, “125 pounds”. I scooted more then I heard the machine say, “5 feet 6 inches.” One more scoot the floor I was scooting on angled down as I started to slide out of my control. I hit a pad with a thud. An arm had me before I stopped it was removing all my clothes. No matter what I did I could not get free. Within seconds my clothes were gone and I was getting a bath with some strong-smelling soap. I thought it was to disinfect dirty babies to keep sickness to a minimum. While I was being dried off I notice it was a little cooler but did not think anything of it. The machine had me in thick diapers and plastic pants so fast I did not get to see what color the diaper was as I was being dressed in a footed sleeper seconds after. The sleeper had thick mittens on the hands limiting me from grabbing things. Within five minutes of entering the chute I was in a crib wearing diapers plastic pants a sleeper being put in a large crib with a baby bottle held in my mouth that I could not get away from. So I started to suck, finding it to be sweet chocolate milk. I fell asleep in about ten minutes to soft nursery music.
I was woke up to the machine checking my dry diaper then picking me up and put me in a highchair. I had no way to know what time it was as there were no clocks. First, the machine put a bib on me then it started to feed me. I tried to refuse it but it kept the spoonful of warm oatmeal to my mouth where ever I turned my head. I finally gave up and started to eat. Sometimes it would miss and oatmeal would be on my chin, cheek, or bib. The machine held a baby bottle of chocolate to my mouth I tried to again refuse it but it was persistent so I gave in and started to suck. Halfway through my bottle I could not stop from peeing in my diaper. As pee flowed into my diaper a red light started to flash over my highchair. When I finish my bottle I was carried to a changing table where my sleeper was removed and diaper changed. This time I saw only the plastic pants; they were blue nursery print. Then a tee shirt that snapped in the crotch covering my puffy plastic pants.Then a pair of red corduroy over-alls was pulled over my puffy diaper. The last things were a pair of thick blue mittens and thick socks.
I was taken to the play area where there were three other kids. None were diapered like me. I tried to stand but the over-alls kept my legs bent so I had to crawl like a baby. I was totally helpless and I need to pee again but more importantly I need to poop badly. I tried to let just a little pee out with pooping at the same time but because I needed to poop so badly I failed with both soaking and filling my diaper with poop and pee. I started to whimper. The machine reacted with a pacifier. I sat there waiting for the machine to change me. Three minutes later I peed again. The machine carried me to the changing table in the corner of the room to change my diaper. I thought it should not change a hairy man in front of the other kids. There was a mirror next to the changing table so I watched the machine remove my wet and messy diaper. When my diaper was removed I realized the soap I was given a bath in last night removed my hair. I look like a real baby now because I was so small down there. The diaper change took three minutes and I could go back to playing with the toys. After more playtime I was taken to my highchair with a bib around my neck. I was fed baby food followed by a bottle that the machine held in my mouth.
The other kids fed themselves sitting in their highchairs. Naptime came we were taken to our cribs where I had to take a nap with the other babies. I had a nap bottle just like they did. We were all asleep in minutes. I woke up getting my diaper changed, watching the other two little boys get sat on a potty chair each one went pee and poop getting a small piece of candy. I went through two more feedings and five more diaper changing sessions and a bedtime bath. This is where I came in, so this is where I leave. I set it to one day so I will be taken up to be let go. I was handed a bottle after my bath at 7:00PM, so this time I grabbed it with my mittened hands and started to suck it, my last baby thing before I left this baby place. But I was taken to my crib at 8:00PM then I remembered I came in at 11:00PM. I will have to wait a little while longer. I was put in the crib with a bottle again where I started to suck it without a problem. I was sucking my bottle when I saw an LED display that said 29 days left.
I cried myself to sleep. No matter what I did this machine had control over me. The next morning I woke to the machine changing my wet diaper. I had wet myself without knowing. What was happening to me? I was sucking a bottle like a baby with being forced to having a diaper changed that I wet while I slept. My head was starting to spin. Why did I do this? How can I get out of it? Same routine as yesterday– many diaper changes feedings and a nap. Within a week of trying to escape or get the machine to take me to the potty and let me get out of diapers I gave up and my life became so routine I did not think of the need to pee or poop. I just let it happen automatically. The machine kept me clean and dry changing me within minutes every time I wet or messed except when I was in my highchair or sleeping. I was wearing toddler clothes and was allowed to walk with the other kids that came and went. When I had one day left I was so excited I could not wait for 11:00PM when I would get out of my baby clothes and be an adult again. All day long I could only think of what I was going to be like. Then bedtime came. I was thickly diapered and put into my sleepers just like all the passed nights. Lying in my crib sucking my bottle, I was so excited but fell asleep anyway only to be awakened.
The machine was taking me somewhere. I realized I was going up. It was time for my release. Then I realized I would be leaving dressed like a baby so I would have to try to keep out of sight on my way home that was three blocks away. I had a small knapsack on my back I also did not realize was there. At the release door the computer said enter code. It was hard with mittens on but the keys were inside the bars and were large. It took three tries before the door opened. I jumped out and ran as fast as I could straight to my door opened to by voice recognition. I jumped into my house the door closed behind me. I was finally safe in my own house. I realized that the backpack was over my shoulders and put it on the table. My automated housekeeper quickly removed it as I went to my room and lay down and fell asleep, forgetting how I was dressed. I was awakened the next morning by the machine changing my wet diaper just like always, but wait a minute– I am at home! The house keeper machine had read my report card that was in the backpack and now was carrying on with my baby care. I was in trouble now. I should have tossed the backpack before I got home. How am I going to get to be an adult again with this machine in total control of my life? My bed is gone, now I have a crib. My table and chairs are gone, now I have a highchair. I have no adult things around the house, just toddler toys and clothes. The doors no longer respond to my voice. I am just a baby that needs cared for all the time to the machine. I am very wealthy, don’t need to work and have just a few friends, no relatives. How am I going to get these machine to let me grow up and be an adult again? This is where I say you better be careful of what you wish for you might get it hee hee hee.
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