Prisoner 6814191

by WanderingPigeon (ao3)

Chapter 1

From the name alone ‘Space Junk Galaxy’ shouldn’t have been a place anyone wanted to spend time in. And, true to its name, it was a cosmic scrapyard. Charitably, a dump.

Everything in the universe seemed to end up here. Derelict ships, debris from wrecked space stations, asteroids mined and stripped of any valuable materials. And lots and lots of trash.

In spite of all of this, Rosalina did like coming here. She sat at the edge of an old rocket booster that had been long since jettisoned from its craft. It had been spinning violently when she’d first found it, but with a little magic she killed its inertia to make the perfect seat. With her wand, she could do just about anything, after all. Overlooking the expanse before her, she smiled to herself. Metals glimmering in starlight, distant shrapnel acting as glitter in the sky… others found this place filthy but she found the beauty in it. There was something oddly relaxing about coming here.

And she came here often, chasing that feeling. She loved her Lumas, she really did, but goodness gracious were they needy. It felt like she never had a moment to breathe on the Comet Observatory. “Mama! Mama! Mama!” Even after a few hours apart, she could still hear their frantic voices chirping for her.

They didn’t even need her, that was the annoying part. Lumas were perfectly self-sufficient little beings, even young ones. They just liked the attention. They really liked the attention. But when she wasn’t there, they managed themselves just fine. She wasn’t… really needed these days. If she wasn’t there, she could imagine the star children pressing on without her just fine.

Throwing her head back, Rosalina let out a groan. It was such a hassle, pressing on with her self-given job of running the Comet Observatory when for centuries now she really didn’t have to. She found herself so jealous of the younger Lumas, who had someone who would care for and coddle and pamper them to no end. Sometimes, she wished their roles were reversed a little, and she was the one being doted on.

Eyes closed, she smirked a little. Yeah, that’ll be the day.

After a bit longer sitting on the booster rocket, letting her legs kick idly over the edge, she decided this was probably enough. She’d had her break, time to stop making the Lumas worry. She always told them when she was ‘stepping out’ but she never mentioned where she was going so they wouldn’t come looking for her when they got bored enough. Not quite sitting upright yet, she stretched and opened her eyes.

And paused.

Space Junk Galaxy was unique. It changed so fast, where other galaxies were lethargic. Most remained rigid for centuries, so every visit was the same. But not here; just another reason why Rosalina liked it so much. There was always something new every time she came here. And this time, that new thing turned out to be hanging right above her.

Two ships had collided.

Above Rosalina was a kaleidoscope of debris. Two massive spaceships each burst open, one having rammed straight into the other’s hull. Bits and pieces scattered about the dark expanse above her. Scraps of their outer shells went everywhere, and plenty of interior carnage intermingled with it. It was a mess even by this galaxy’s standards.

An impact like this was a rare sight for sure. Space was big. Two things ending up on a collision course was hard when they could be traveling in any conceivable direction. On top of that, the timing had to work out. For smaller things, even a slight difference in speed could let them miss each other, and then they’d sail off into space never to meet.

But here, the sheer size of the two ships must’ve upped the odds. They were both gigantic. Her Comet Observatory was a pea in comparison to their massive statures. A wreck between two planetoid-sized ships was something she’d never witnessed in all her millenia of scouring the cosmos.

Naturally she had to get a closer look.

Maybe she was being hasty. Maybe she was letting curiosity get the better of her. Or maybe Rosalina just wasn’t ready to go back to her needy Lumas just yet. Either way, with a wave of her wand she found herself flying up towards the ships.

Being at a distance, her earlier description had done them no justice. Gigantic was an understatement. Planetoid-sized had been closer, but still lacking. These were the ruins of floating megacities, gone derelict and silent after their populations had long since left them. Rosalina found herself wondering how ships this big could ever find themselves obsolete. Had they fallen into disrepair? Been forced to be abandoned? There was a story for each one, she was sure.

Summoning a little forcefield around her body, she deflected all the tiny debris flying by. From paint chips barely a centimeter wide to sizeable pieces of machinery that had been flung from the ships, none of it even slowed her down. They plunked harmlessly off her shield and vanished into the dark maw of space. Her attention remained on the ships.

The first one was a steely gray. Circular windows like portholes dotted its hull, the parts that weren’t smashed up, at least. Curiously, they all seemed to have exterior bars over them. Coupled with the hulking, brutalist design of the ship, Rosalina was starting to get a picture of what it was for. Getting up close to one of the barred windows only confirmed it. Inside was a tight, confined padded room decorated with high tech restraints. This was a prison ship.

Had the prisoners revolted and mounted a mass escape? Taken over the ship maybe? She found herself smiling. She felt like an intrepid explorer, discovering ancient ruins and trying to decipher what she found there. Easily more entertaining than going home.

With one ship identified, she moved on to the next. Contrasting the prison ship heavily, this one was white , with rounded off corners and a large red cross symbol on the exterior that had only been partially destroyed by the crash. A hospital cruiser of some kind. Possibly made defunct by advances in medical technology. Whatever civilization that had built it might’ve decided it was cheaper to build a new, modern one from the ground up rather than try to refurbish this one.

Its outside was also labeled, with openings where she assumed ships could approach and land in to get patients to their treatment rooms faster. Words scribbled along the side of the ship divided into sections like EMERGENCY, RADIOLOGY, and even DENTAL.

Unlike the prison ship, this one still had lights on in some windows. Despite being abandoned, and wrecked, it still had power. Further down, she could actually see movement along the outer hull. Floating down, she found a big, gaping wound where the ship had been punched open. Even letters remained on the side to let her know this was the maternity ward that had gotten hit. Thank goodness it was abandoned, then.

She could see the source of that movement here. It wasn’t random enough for her to think debris flying by was the cause, and she was right. Robots scuttled along rails on the hull. They were largely just a collection of limbs with simple, boxy bodies. Their reach was enough to shoot out several dozens of feet into space, where they took turns grabbing bits of scrap and dragging them back to the ship, before welding them back on.

Ah. Now she understood. Repair drones. They didn’t know they were salvaging an abandoned ship, nor did they care. They had simple programming that told them to fix damage, and so long as they had power that’s what they would do. Surrounding them were the fruits of their labors, a mixture of makeshift panels, some white and others gray. They were grabbing whatever they could to fix the medical ship, even if it involved taking scrap from the prison vessel’s wreckage.

Their task was doomed to fail. They'd run out of power long before they finished rebuilding, and even if by some miracle they didn't there would be no one around to appreciate their efforts. She felt a little bad for them.

...Not so bad that she wouldn't slip by them and see what she could liberate from this ship.

Rosalina was a scavenger. It was how she'd built her Comet Observatory in the first place. And since this medical ship was long abandoned and half destroyed already, she didn't think anyone would mind if she poked around. Or helped herself to anything that looked useful. This was a massive hospital after all. Unlike the prison ship, she may find something of value that she could use for her own little space station.

The gaping hole in the side of the vessel let her slip in easily. She found the robots had even fixed up some of the hallways and rooms on the interior already. She touched down, heels clacking against a floor that surely used to belong to the prison ship with how dark and brutish it looked. For a moment, standing there, she had a normal hospital wing before her, and the infinite expanse of space behind her.

She held her wand loosely by her hip. The ship had enough power to even keep the lights on here, which was surprising. Maybe it hadn't been thrown out; the crew might've needed to abandon it at some point, leaving behind all the fuel. If so, without needing to keep the engines going, this place might be able to keep the power going for decades, if not longer.

But that wasn't really Rosalina's concern as she walked through the refurbished halls of the ship. She passed by a window to a large room, eyes caught by all the empty cribs inside. A lone robotic arm patrolled the rows up and down, but it had no infants to take care of. That's right, she thought to herself. This is the maternity ward. Probably nothing for me here. I wonder if the elevators are still working... If so they could easily take her to a more useful part of the ship.

She walked for a bit in a vain attempt to get her legs some exercise. But eventually Rosalina resorted to what she always did and started to hover. It was just so much faster! Lazier, but faster!

As she floated her way down the hall, occasionally changing directions at dead ends, she kept her eyes peeled for an elevator, or a rail tram, or something that would take her out of the maternity ward. She just kept running in to more of what this section of the ship had to offer, however. Birthing suites, an incubator room, even a daycare center to take care of younger children. All abandoned, save for the machines that still patrolled them, as if any second now they would be put to work again. She shuddered. It was a little creepy.

Creepier still was how the maternity ward changed as she traveled. More and more sections of floor and walls seemed pulled from the prison ship wreckage. As she worked her way through the labyrinthine hospital, she eventually ended up in a section that seemed entirely constructed out of prison ship bits. Wow, those repair robots aren't very smart at all. It was one thing to salvage bits and pieces. It was another thing to build something that didn't belong.

Doors stopped having doctor names and symbols on them, replaced instead by reinforced steel panels and heavy, bank vault-like locks. Even the security system seemed to be cobbled together from scraps of the prison ship. Rosalina stopped at one corner as she realized one ceiling mounted camera was following her as she moved. Brow furrowed, she moved backwards, and found it tracked her. It wasn't on a timer or anything. She waited, but it didn't move again until she hovered forward. It was... watching her.

This whole space was unsettling. Rosalina did not need to feel like she was being watched on top of it. She shuddered. "Stop it," she muttered, whipping her head forward. She was ready to press on and ignore it when...

"Unitendified inmate: return to your cell."

Rosalina stopped, her head whipping back to face the camera. That deep, but synthetic voice definitely felt like it had come from it. She sighed. Not only had those repair drones built this section out of the prison ship, they'd somehow managed to install it's AI into the medical ship's equipment too.

"Unitendified inmate: return to your cell or security will be contacted."

Rosalina furrowed her brow, thoroughly unamused. This AI still thought it was running an jail here. And she could forsee this thing bugging her quite a bit as she made her way through the ship. Especially since it didn't actually have an security to contact. She didn't need it's droning voice in her ear constantly. So she raised her wand toward it.

"Unidentified inmat—" With a snap of light, she shot the security camera down. It went Thunk! against the metal floors, and sparks sputtered out of its now exposed wiring at the ceiling.

"Hmph!" Rosalina smirked.

Red light suddenly bathed the hallway. A siren's wail slammed against her eardrums. Crying out, Rosalina tired to cover her ears as she winced. She still heard the synthetic voice yell overtop of everything. "Hostile inmate! Escape attempt detected! Prison security alerted!"

"Gah! Shut up!" Rosalina exclaimed. If she'd known that was going to make everything worse, she never would've bothered. At this point, she didn't even care about trying to scavenge the medical ship. Turning in midair, she prepared to go back out the way she'd come.

Too bad the ship had other plans.

Panels in the walls opened up along the hallway before her. Long, tube like arms shot out of them with a hydraulic hiss. At the end of each was a robotic hand wearing a white, almost cartoony glove. The digits wiggled and flexed with a full range of motion. Rosalina halted in mid-air, more surprised than anything. Whenever the siren wasn't interrupting her thoughts, she found herself baffled that the prison ship AI had any actual control over anything. And it all got weirder when a different voice spoke up.

"Oh dear! Did one of Mommy's inmates get loose? Come here, sweetie."

Now the voice was softer, more maternal... when it wasn't calling her an inmate that is. The robot arms looked too friendly and soft to have been a part of any prison ship to boot. Before Rosalina could even wonder what that meant, the hands all lunged at her.

"AH! Hey!" Rosalina moved to swing her wand, but she wasn't fast enough. Just as she outstretched her hand, the first robotic arm grabbed her, squeezing her wrist. With a yelp of pain, she lost her grip on her wand. The magic left her instantly. The attack she was preparing fizzled out. Weight returned to her body, and she dropped. Not to the floor, though. The other robohands reached her just in time, grabbing her by the ankles and by her armpits. Rosalina felt her chest seize with fear.

"L-Let go of me!" she cried. Fighting their hold, she tried to reach for her wand. It was just a few feet away, on the ground. It might as well have been light years. The hands were soft to the touch, but their grip was iron. All she could do was squirm. "I'm not an inmate!"

"Let's get you to your proper place, hon." The sweeter of the two AI voices told her.

With a loud clank, the vault lock on the nearest prison cell spun. With a hiss, the mechanical slats sealing it closed popped loose, and the whole thing started to open. Rosalina's eyes turned to pinpricks. "NO!" She scrambled, twisting her body to try and get away from the arms. Her wand was the only thing that was going to save her from this. Still... out of reach...

"GRAAAAH!" The hands carried her away from it. Though one free one did swoop down and pluck it from the floor. It disappeared into its hole in the wall however, the panel door closing behind it. It just wanted to keep the hallway clear, apparently. "NO! G-GIVE THAT BACK!" Rosalina shouted. Her voice warbled with fear. "LET ME GO!"

But the robotic arms just forced her through, dumping her onto the ground in a heap. With a grunt, Rosalina started to push herself up again, just in time to watch all of the tubes pull back out into the hallway like receding snakes. The door began to shut after them. "NO!"

She stumbled to her feet and ran towards it. With a heavy slam, it closed on her just before she slapped her arms against it. "LET ME OUT!" Rosalina cried, pounding her fist against the heavy metal. She just heard the whirring and click of the heavy lock sealing itself back up. She was trapped.

Her heart lurched into her throat, choking out any more cries of protest. She could feel it beating faster and faster against her neck. She didn't have her wand, and now she was just stuck in this... this prison cell! After banging on the door for a few more moments, her lift fist slid down the coarse metal in defeat. With a weak swallow, she turned to face her new confines.

It... It wasn't a prison cell.

The repair drones must've only reconstructed the outside to look like a prison ship. Because in here things were definitely feeling maternity ward-y.

White and pastel pink stripes filled the walls. They led to cream-colored carpeting along the floor. The space was no bigger than one of the domes back at the Comet Observatory. Crowded in it was a small crib, a highchair, a changing station, and a playpen with foam edges and mesh walls. It was a confined children's space. Possibly one of those daycare units Rosalina had seen as she'd gone through this section of the medical ship.

That was... better than just a regular prison cell. No scary bars, flat bunks, and metal, lid-less toilets. She guessed, at least. It really did nothing to assuage her fear. But it was bright and cheerful when she'd been expecting dour and depressing, so that was something. Looking up at the ceiling, she saw a single, covered fluorescent light and six holes with metal doors cut into sections like a pizza. That was the only thing that felt out of place in such a child-friendly room. Well, that and the submarine style prison door she'd been pounding her fist against.

Tentatively, Rosalina took a step into the room. Maybe there was something in here that could help her get the door open? She doubted it but it was better than cowering up in the corner, acting like this stuff was poisonous to the touch. She didn't get very far, however. With a hydraulic hiss, two of the holes in the ceiling opened, and those familiar tube-like gloved hands came down to eye level. With a squeak, Rosalina pressed herself up against the door, trying to get as far away from them as possible.

"Oh dear, sweet pea. It seems there's no record of inmate in prison database. That just won't do. Did your Mommy or Daddy forget to sign you in?"

Rosalina looked the arms up and down, acting like a fearful star bunny. She didn't answer it. The way it switched from its nurturing daycare voice to its strict prison one was off putting to say the least. Somewhere in the repairs, the two AIs probably got their wires crossed. It thought it was a prison warden and a babysitter at the same time. Creepy.

"Inmate will remain detained until administrator intervention. Your designation is Prisoner 6814191. Your sentence is set to XXXX years. And additional XXXX years will be added for your escape attempt.."

Rosalina's stomach curdled the more it spoke. She especially didn't like the glitchy noise it made when it was talking about the length of her 'sentence'. Her fingers curled up into fists. "I'm not a prisoner!" she insisted, coming off the door a little bit in order to shout at the hands.

"Hold still for uniform assignment, you little cutie-patootie!" The hands lunged for her.

"N-No! Stay away from me! STAY AWAY!" Rosalina writhed and fought, but she still ended up with her arms held above her head anyway. After they dragged her out into the middle of the room, they went to work stripping away her dress. "STOP!"

When she put up a real struggle, trying to twist her torso away from the hands, she heard a ripping sound. With a wince, Rosalina stopped, fearing for a second that she’d do the machine’s work for it by tearing her dress to ribbons. The hands wiggled it off of her, and she saw a lengthy tear line in the skirt that made her huff. Heels, underwear, and her crown all followed.

Rosalina squirmed, completely in the buff with hands holding her wrists by her side. Her face warmed, while the rest of her body shivered in the cold air of the nursery-cell. “G-Give me my clothes back!” she demanded, with not nearly as much force as she meant to put behind her voice.

A panel opened up in the wall. Out came a thin plastic bag almost the height of Rosalina. Hands moved to stuff all of her clothes into it, and in the bottom she could also see— “My wand!”

Her star-topped salvation was just sitting there, presumably stuffed inside the moment the hands had scooped it away from the hallway. She watched as they stuffed her clothes inside to join it, grunting and growling against her binds. “Give it back!” she cried. If she could just get it, freedom was in her grasp…

But instead she had to watch it disappear back into the wall and the panel cover it again. “Inmate belongings will be returned at the end of your sentence in XXXX years.”

Rosalina huffed. At least she knew where it was now. If she could just get into that wall then this was over. But this machine had to let her go first, and that wasn’t going to happen before…

“Preparing inmate uniform” The machine carried her over to the white and blue changing station. She was actually fairly close to the section of wall where her stuff had disappeared inside, but she could only wiggle her fingers in a vain attempt to reach it. The AI had other plans for her. “Let’s get you all diapered up, cutie-pie!”

Rosalina’s eyes bulged. “E-Excuse you?!”

Before she could get anything else out, the hands repositioned her and brought her down onto the changing table. It was much too small for her, her neck and head hanging over one end and her legs dangling off the other. Or they would dangle if the hands would let them. Her rear end pressed up against the cold plastic and she yelped.

“My, you’re a big girl! You’ll need the largest pamper we have on hand, sweetie.”

“Nngh!” Rosalina squirmed. It infuriated her that it apparently had any that would fit her in the first place. But it was a big universe out there. Babies came in all sizes, depending on the species.

Two more hands appeared from the ceiling while the rest held her limbs. They descended down below her and opened a drawer in the side of the table. Rosalina gulped. It’s not serious, is it? Is it?! Whatever had been done to merge the prison and maternity ward AIs, it must’ve really screwed them up. It thought she was a baby? And a criminal doing hard time? How did it square the two?

“L-Look, I don’t need diapers!” Rosalina exclaimed. “I’m an adult! Listen to me!”

But the hands appeared in view again, this time holding a fluffy white square dotted with a print of stars, comets, and spiral galaxies. “Such a silly baby,” the nanny side of the machine said, booping her nose. “Now don’t be fussy for your changie, sweetheart.”

Rosalina fussed a lot, but it didn’t really matter when her feet and hands weren’t hers to command. As it unfurled the diaper, the machine lifted her legs, and forced her rear off the changing table. She felt the diaper pushed underneath her, and when the robo-arms lowered her back down she cringed as her cheeks sank into soft, cushy padding with a crinkle. “Nooo!” she found herself whining. Then she cringed even deeper. That came out way more infantile than she’d meant it.

The smell of talcum powder hit her nose and Rosalina saw one hand bring a bottle of it over her hips. Turning it over, the machine sprinkled it like snow over her nethers before the other hand moved to run it in. She squeaked at its satin touch and started wriggling in her binds again. “N-No no! Stop! Stop it now!”

A gloved finger waggled in her face. “Upupup! Mommy said no fussing, sweetheart.” As Rosalina squirmed helplessly, one of the hands disappeared below the changing table and opened another drawer. “Don’t worry! Mommy knows what you need.”

“My wand back?” Rosalina guessed with bone dry sarcasm. The hand below whipped suddenly, pressing something into her mouth. Stiff plastic smushed her cheeks, and a fat rubber bulb forced her tongue to the bottom of her jaw. “Mnph!” she cried in surprise.

The AI had just pushed a bright blue pacifier into her mouth! Rosalina’s cheeks burned, and she started shaking her head, cries of protest left muffled. The hand held the pacifier in place, following her as she tried to wriggle free. Even though it was impossible, she tried to spit the pacifier out anyway. “Nnnuu! Nnnuuu!”

“Now now, cutie pie,” the AI chastised. “Start suckling your paci so Mommy can go back to changing your diapee.”

The one hand left back at her hips folded the front of the diaper up and over her crotch. Rosalina’s eyes bugged out as she felt the pillowy texture of the padding bunch up into her privates. It didn’t help when the hand started patting her fluffy crotch impatiently. She shivered as her nethers started to tingle at the added bit of pressure.

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! It was soft and poofy, but she could not let a diaper of all things make her feel this way! Rosalina squirmed more, trying to twist her wrists free of the hands holding them. Her knees jerked as she tried to get her legs free too. This was the hardest she’d fought all day, surely the AI could see she didn’t want this pacifier.

“Sweetie…” it said in a warning, but still maternal, tone. Rosalina actually slowed her struggle a little. It felt like when she was younger, and her own mother scolded her. She whined in the back of her throat, a final plea for freedom. “I’m going to count to three,” the AI warned her, not specifying what would happen if it reached that number. Rosalina didn’t want to know. “One…”

“Mnnh! Mnnh!” Rosalina started suckling, quickly and desperately. She wasn’t even scared of what the AI would do to her, it was just still patting her crotch in a way that made her uncomfortable. And once the pacifier was bobbing back and forth in her lips, the hand holding it in place pulled away.

Rosalina's cheeks burned and she squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't believe this thing had gotten her to obey with such a vague threat. But at the same time, the daycare and prison AIs were deeply intermingled. She didn't want to risk finding out what that meant for 'punishments'.

Just bear with it. she whimpered in her mind. The hands wrapped the diaper around her hips, taping the fluffy pillow down. The gentle swaddle of the padding tickled her crotch some more. The way it lightly grazed her... it wasn't as maddening as the pats, but she still didn't like it. Just bear with it. Once it leaves me alone I can figure out how to get my wand back.

Her eyes drifted to the wall panel where she'd watch it disappear with her clothes. That really was all she needed. Prop open the panel, grab it, and go. This freaky nursery-cell would be a distant memory. But as the diaper change finished Rosalina had to admit that she'd probably end up in a baby dress or something before this thing was done with her. She shivered, her exposed chest hit by a cold breeze.

"There we go sweetie! All snug as a bug!" A gloved hand rubbed the front of her pamper and Rosalina squeaked into the pacifier. Her knees knocked together as much as they could—even without the robo-arms holding them apart the thick diaper spread her gait a lot.

She spat out her pacifier. "S-Stop that!"

"Oh dear." It scooped up the pacifier from the ground and rubbed the bulb with the knuckles of one of its gloves like it was trying to get rid of the germs. "Try not to lose it again, stardust!" It popped the paci back between her lips, Rosalina huffing with surprise. "Continued disobedience will result in discipline."

"Mmnn!" she whined. It was never pleasant when the scary warden voice came out. She curled up a little on the changing table, but the arms didn't let her stay there for long.

They repositioned, the two at her ankles retracting altogether while the ones at her wrists switched to her underarms. "Mrrph!" Rosalina bit down on the pacifier so she didn't drop it in surprise. All of a sudden she could kick her legs and flail her arms, and she did so liberally as the hands lifted her up into the air.

"Conferring standard prison uniform to inmate now." Mechanical whirring sounds followed the warden's voice.

Prison uniform? Rosalina chewed the bulb of her pacifier. That was... better than baby clothes, she supposed.

When another new panel opened in the wall, she felt like eating those words.

It didn't look like much. Just an orange lump of some shiny, almost rubbery material hanging from a hook on the back of the panel. But two hands appeared to grab it and hold it up, giving it a clear silhouette. It was, without question, a prison jumpsuit. A latex prison jumpsuit.

Rosalina recoiled a little just from that realization, and the longer she stared at it the worse it got. It was clear that it had some kind of mask attached to it. And the hands and feet… well, they weren’t exactly traditional either. Despite the fact that this was supposed to be a prison uniform, Rosalina couldn’t shake the feeling upon taking it in that there was some kind of fetishistic element to it. Whoever the warden had been on that old prison ship, he sure wasn’t shy about doing whatever he wanted to his inmates. Rosalina shivered, grateful that she at least didn’t need to worry about him.

But she did have to worry about this uniform. Hands raised her up, while others brought the rubber suit below her. It took all four of the hands not holding her to open the neckhole wide enough to squeeze her in.

“D-Don’t put me in that!” Rosalina screamed, spitting out the pacifier. Now that the threat of wearing it was imminent, she kicked her legs furiously. “No! I’m not your prisoner! NO!”

Without any free hands to force her legs straight, the mechanical tubes did their best to wrangle her as is. Rosalina’s diaper crinkled noisily as she protested, screaming and shouting and flailing for all she was worth. Whenever the arms angled her just so to get at least one foot through the neck hole, she’d catch them and send it kicking off somewhere else. But she might as well fight entropy itself; eventually she would lose this battle.

The hands below seemed to decide if Rosalina wasn’t going to come to her uniform, the uniform would come to her. They rose up, surprising her just enough that she wasn’t able to move her legs out of the way in time. Pupils shrinking, she squeaked as she felt the smooth rubber touch her skin.

“Nrrrgh! NOOO!” She twisted her torso to get away from the hands holding her, and it wasn’t nearly enough. The hands worked in perfect unison. Her feet pushed down the legs of the uniform, making the latex stretch to accommodate them. Her diapered hips entered next, then her stomach, breasts, and finally her arms.

“P-Please no! Please!” Rosalina cried out, switching to begging. It was really all she could do here, as her arms pushed their way to the ends of the sleeves.

Once the cold rubber reached her neck, arms let go so they could finish making adjustments. Letting the neck hole close around her throat, it brought a sense of tightness to the uniform. It was like a second skin, forming perfectly with her curves, her limbs, to the point where even the outline of her nipples were visible!

The only thing that wasn’t a snug fit was the diaper, which this suit had definitely not been designed with in mind. Latex conformed around it as best it could, but left a massive bulge at the woman’s hips and butt. The pamper squeezed against her, bunching up padding into her crotch in a way Rosalina really did not like. The tingling sensation was back in full force. Considering the squeeze of the rubber was enough to make air hiss out of the pamper and compress it a little, she imagined that gossamer touch grazing her slit wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “N-Nnngh!”

Sitting slack around the neckline was that mask-like attachment she’d noticed earlier. The hands gripped it and pulled it up now. She cringed, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt it swallow her face. The rubbery hug reached up to her forehead, stopping at her hairline. Opening her eyes, she was grateful to find she wasn’t blind. There were holes for her eyes, ears, nostrils, and even her mouth. But even with that, she didn’t like the way the latex settled over her face and jaw. It was unsettling how comfortable it immediately was. It felt like it would never come off.

The whole uniform gave that feeling, which was very, very bad. She’d noticed it at her first look of the thing, but now she held up her hands to inspect the damage. The sleeves of the latex ended in flat, black circles. The material shifted to a black color just before her wrists, giving these the appearance of ridiculous gloves or something that she was wearing on top of the uniform. She tried to flex her fingers and found she only barely could. Packed in between her hands and the rubbery shell was stiff foam padding. Like this she’d only be able to hold something by pressing it between the comically oversized circles. At the tips of them she saw metal rings embedded into the latex, and was not looking forward to finding out what that was about.

Her feet had something similar, though they were more like booties more than anything else. Rubbing them together nervously she felt how slick the soles were. They’d prevent any prisoner from running away just by making them slip. She doubted she’d even be able to take a step in them without tripping over herself.

There were a few other touches to her new wardrobe too. On her right breast was a square of small black lines. A bar code. Probably to help identify her as Prisoner 68-whatever. It just made Rosalina feel like a piece of property though. Something that could be scanned and checked out at a store.

The other addition to the uniform was something more… cosmetic. A black, closed padlock design sat right in the center of her poofy crotch. Humiliating for normal prisoners, but her cheeks really burned under the latex over it. It was like a constant reminder that she was locked in diapers!

That was the part that really sent Rosalina squirming and flailing again. Wearing just one of these things would be bad, but the diaper and uniform together were a match made in hell. “GRAAAAHH!” she cried, failing to get anywhere. “LET ME DOWN!”

“For resisting your uniform assignment, an additional XXXX years will be added to your sentence. Your current sentence is now XXXX years long.” The warden AI spoke in a harsh tone. Rosalina didn’t know if it was actually keeping score behind the glitched amount, and she didn’t care. One thousand years or one second, she didn’t want to spend any length of time here!

On a dime, the AI changed its voice. “Aww, sweetie.” A hand reached down to the floor. “You dropped your paci again. Naughty thing.”

“N-No DON’T— Mrrnnph…” Rosalina’s brow lowered with annoyance, a hand pushing the infantile device back into her mouth. Her lips closed around it reluctantly, but the finger holding it in place didn’t pull away.

“We simply must do something about that,” the caretaker voice said. Then, without so much as a warning, the other one stepped in. “Initiating mouth guard protocol.”

“Mnnrr?” Rosalina grunted in confusion.

Her ankles were restrained so she couldn’t protest. Still suspending her by her underarms and keeping the pacifier in place, five hands remained in control of her. The sixth and final disappeared behind her. Rosalina heard the hiss of another panel opening up on the back wall. Rather than look, she tried to wriggle free again. Whatever this was, she assumed she would hate it.

Her diaper rustled and her new latex skin squeaked as it rubbed against itself. That was all her struggle amounted to. The fight left her before she even saw what this ‘mouth guard protocol’ was referring to. And when she did, surprise surprise, she hated it.

A thick, orange band came over her head. Rosalina flinched as it entered her vision, but its target was lower. The hand at her mouth helped it along, pressing it against the guard of the pacifier. Rosalina’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but it was too late for her to do anything by shaking her head.

The two hands pulled the rubber strap tight, making it press against her cheeks and hold down the back of her hair. “MMRRRNNFFF!” Rosalina screamed, but she couldn't prevent it from wrapping around her head.

Letting it snap in place, the hands retracted, satisfied with a job well done. Rosalina’s pacifier was now a gag. She couldn’t spit it out no matter how hard she tried. “MRRRR! NNRRRRR!!!”

With how hard she fought the hands, she was genuinely surprised they didn’t end up dropping her. The full reality of the situation was setting in now. Beyond the humiliation of being forced into a diaper and treated like a baby, Rosalina recognized how dire this was. She couldn’t rely on her magic. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even speak. None of her Lumas knew she was here, and wouldn’t be able to do anything even if they did. She was completely alone. Completely helpless.

She was a prisoner.

“NNNNRRRRRRRRRRR!”

“Curfew hours engaged. Let’s put you down for the night, stardust!”

“MRRRRRHHH!” Rosalina cried, writhing as the hands moved her through the room again. She found herself positioned above the crib, a small thing that she absolutely would not fit in. Shaking her head, screaming into the pacifier, she felt tears of distress well up in her eyes. She had a feeling if she was somehow stuffed into that thing, she’d never get free of this nursery-cell.

“Inmate hostility detected. Engaging suit constricting protocol.”

“FRRRMM!” Rosalina swore into her pacifier. Considering the last ‘protocol’ had her stuck chewing on a rubber bulb, she wasn’t eager to learn what this one was about. Two hands descended from the ceiling to enlighten her anyway.

They snapped onto her wrists, jerking her flailing arms to a stop. Rosalina squeaked into the pacifier, surprised. But only for a moment. The fight roared back into her as she tried to wriggle and flail her way to freedom once more. But then the grip on her wrists tightened, making her whimper with pain.

The hands manipulated her arms, keeping their grip just barely under that too-tight hold as if to remind her not to fight this. Folding her arms on top of each other, they moved to the tips of her puffy circle mittens. Rosalina heard a click click and her red face paled.

Good news, she knew what those metal rings on the mittens were for.

Bad news, they were for locking in to little hook clips on the sides of her latex suit.

When the hands retracted, Rosalina tried to un-hug herself. Her elbows jerked left and right and she grunted into her gag. They wouldn’t budge. Not even an inch.

She was bound like she was wearing a straitjacket. The most she could do to protest now was crinkle her diaper with pitiful hip thrusts. After some ineffectual rustling, she gave up on that entirely.

Satisfied that its prisoner-baby was under control, the frankensteinian AI brought her down. Just like Rosalina had predicted, she did not fit in this crib. The hands didn’t mind, wedging her in as best they could.

Rosalina’s head pressed against the bars of the headrest. Her arms and diaper were squeezed at their sides. The puffy orange latex of her rear smushed against the bars at the foot of the crib, poking out beyond them as it moulded around their shape. Her thighs went straight up, with nowhere else to go. Her knees bent around the rung at the top, the rest of her legs falling down outside the crib. She had millimeters of wiggle room, and with just a few squirms had explored all of it. The bars may have been for a crib, but they sure felt like they were for a prison.

“M-Mmnnn! Mnnff!” Scared whimpers tried to reach out, trying to earn pity points from her captor. When she got none, it was back to screaming. Rage, shame, humiliation, indignation. Tears finally rolled down Rosalina’s cheeks. “MMRRR! MRRNNRR! LRRRR MRRR GRRRR! PRRRRRSSS!”

“Aw, good night, sweetie-peetie. Mommy will come check on you in the morning.” The hands all pulled away, leaving Rosalina alone. The lights above her dimmed, with only the faint blue glow of a Pull Star night light to keep her from sheer darkness.

She hadn’t just been put down for a nap. Rosalina’s stomach dropped. Her heart pounded with fear. She could already tell—this was the first night of her new life. And that thought terrified her.

“NNRRRRRRRR!”

Chapter 2

She didn’t sleep well that night. Big shock. Something about being kidnapped, bound in an extremely uncomfortable position, and forced into a crib four sizes too small would do that to a person.

But the thing that kept her awake so much wasn’t the humiliation that came with being diapered, her muscles slowly aching more and more, or even the fear of what would happen to her come morning.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

“Mnnph!”

It was the simple fact that plush layers from the diaper kept bunching up into her. With every little shift she set off a domino effect that had the material grazing her crotch. Impossible to ignore, it had her biting down on the rubber bulb in her mouth, huffing air out of her nose, and blushing furiously under the latex. She couldn’t believe she was letting herself be… be teased by a diaper of all things. It would be inappropriate in any scenario, but especially so here! She needed to find a way to escape and get her wand back. But she couldn’t even use this time to think with the maddening tingle between her legs!

Eventually, she ended up fading into unconsciousness. She wasn’t even sure when or for how long. When she opened her eyes again there was still only the dim glow of her nightlight to fill the room. Neither AI had seen fit to wake her yet. The only reason she had herself was because of a feeling between her hips. And no, not that one. But it was arguably worse.

Rosalina needed to pee.

It was a dull, noticeable ache in her bladder. Not urgent per say, but definitely would be before too long. But even if it hadn’t been an issue at all, the sheer realization it came with had Rosalina in a heartrate jumping panic.

What if she couldn’t get out of here before needing to use the diaper?

It was a horrible thought. Not one worth entertaining. And yet, entertain it she did. Rosalina’s stomach churned as she laid in the crib, brow furrowing deeper and deeper under its rubber shell. She wasn’t sure when she’d be able to escape this shameful scenario, but she was absolutely, one hundred percent sure she was never going to use this diaper, no matter what.

I just need my wand. As best she could she turned her head. Casting her vision over to the spot in the wall she’d watched her belongings disappear into, she schemed how she could get it back.

Could she open that panel herself? She shook her torso, trying and failing to move her arms. Not like this, that was for sure. But even if the straitjacket-style bondage she was in came undone, there was still the matter of her mittens. It was like they were encased in soft cooking pans—there was no way she had the dexterity to open that panel on her own. Especially since the openings were perfectly flush with the wall. There was no space to grab onto, as far as she could see. And since these puffy gloves were attached to her suit, and she couldn’t take off her suit with her hands trapped, she was at an impasse.

I know the order at least. Get out of this rubber jumpsuit, open the panel, freedom. Much easier said than done. She chewed the rubber bulb of the pacifier, trying to think about how she could work that miracle.

I need the machine to take it off for me, she eventually decided. It was the only way. How to do that? Well… I guess the nursery AI would have to take me out of this thing to change my—

“PHRRRMM!” Rosalina cried out, jerking like she was coming out of sleep paralysis. She couldn’t believe she’d almost had that thought. Not only had she been about to suggest… that, but she’d nearly referred to this thing as her diaper. “Rrrngh!”

This was not her diaper. It would never be her diaper. This was a fluffy parasite forced onto her against her will. Had it really only taken one lousy night to start to forget that? Was she so weak-willed?

She blew air out of her nose in an approximation of a sigh. Rosalina was being hard on herself, but she had to. The last thing she wanted was to get complacent, and start accepting what was happening to her. But with that internal scolding was the last helpful thing she could do. She was stuck, with no plan to get free. All she could do was think in circles for a while, desperately trying to come up with a plan that didn’t involve peeing her pants. She came up with nothing.

And then the lights flicked back on.

“Mnnhh!” Rosalina squeezed her eyes shut, not prepared for how bright it was going to be. Her eyes were squinting when she opened them next.

“Good morning, stardust! XXXX days remain until the end of your sentence.”

“Hrrff…” Rosalina managed an annoyed squirm. Both AIs were ready for the day, but she wasn’t. Aside from how exhausted and sore she was, morale was at a low.

Two holes opened above. She’d never been so happy to see those robohands. Rosalina prematurely stretched, desperate to get out of her crib. “Mrrph!”

“Did you have a good beddy-bye, sweetums?” One hand started to pet her head as the nursery condescended to her. “That’s a good girl. Mommy’s heavy little sleeper, yes you are!”

“Rrrfff!” Rosalina shimmied her shoulders. Just let me out already! She didn’t try to struggle too much, though. By no means did she want the warden AI coming up with new punishments.

“Now let’s have a little look-see and check for any oopsie-doodles you might’ve had during night-night.” The baby talk, mixed with the mushy sweet voice of the machine, had Rosalina’s eyes rolling. She didn’t even try to decipher what it had actually said until the other hand suddenly jammed five fingers into her padded crotch.

“RRRRRRRRPHHH!” Rosalina’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull, and she sat up as much as constraints allowed.

Right. Against. Her. Slit! She could feel tendrils of fluff form inside the diaper, circling her privates and even grazing her clit. With a shaky breath to flare her nostrils, Rosalina fought down a moan. This doesn’t feel good! she reminded herself. It’s humiliating! It’s awful!

And yet her privates twitched with need anyway. It was impossible to ignore. In spite of herself, Rosalina let her eyes roll back in her head ever so slightly as the hand dug into the diaper. “Mmmrrr…”

What brought her back to reality was a damp sensation. Flinching, Rosalina felt it right up against her pelvis. In her surprise a few drops of pee had dribbled out. The diaper’s layers absorbed them right away, but it was still enough to create the tiniest feeling of wetness.

Cheeks burning she grunted. “Rrrgh! Rrrnnnhh!” How long did this thing need to check her diaper anyway? She wasn’t a baby, obviously she hadn’t peed herself last night! Nevermind the fact that she had sort of peed herself just now…

“MMRRRR!” Rosalina shook her head. No. No no no! She was not a baby, that was just an accident! An accident… in her diaper…

Steam puffed out of her latex mask as she mewled in the back of her throat. Nothing was making this better. She simply had to wait for the hands to give up on finding evidence of a full diaper. After what felt like an eternity, they did. Just from it pulling away, the pressure relieving on her crotch and the padding settling back into its natural shape, Rosalina’s toes twitched. The tingle lingered in her privates.

“Wow! A clean diaper! Good job, sweetie pie!” If that was meant to sound encouraging, it was a failure. Rosalina had never felt so condescended to in her whole life. Her blush reached her ears, making it visible despite her orange mask.

“Engaging inmate meal protocol, so my little cutie can grow up big and strong!” The shifting voice made her shudder. Rosalina squirmed and protested into her gag. She didn’t want food! She needed to escape. But her stomach betrayed her, grumbling.

“Aww, and you’re a hungie girl, aren’tcha? A hand came down and rubbed her tummy.

Rosalina averted her eyes and huffed into the pacifier gag. Admittedly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten. Her libido sidestepped for a moment to make way for the hollow feeling in her gut. Now that something had called attention to it… she was really hungry.

“Jrrssh drrrsh wrrrnch,” she tried to negotiate with the AI through her gag. One meal, and then she’d find a way to break out of here for good.

Hands lowered from the ceiling and found her armpits again. With a bit of effort, they pried Rosalina free from the crib. Her body relaxed a bit. In the crib she’d had less space than she could fill. Now her neck and torso could stretch out. Her arms remained trapped at her sides, however. She wiggled a bit and groaned. “Nrrrff! Nrrrff!” How was she supposed to eat anything with them trapped at her sides? Hopefully once this thing freed her it would take off the ridiculous mittens too.

A free hand gave her padded rump a pat. “Don’t worry, it’s almost num-num time, honey.” The machine brought her over to the high chair, which sat on the wall across from the changing table. Rosalina grumbled at the sight of it.

Right. Baby. Of course she wasn’t going to feed herself.

And the high chair, just like the crib, was made for a baby. Or at least a very young kid. Rosalina was lowered into the seat, but very soon it became clear the hands would have to push her into it. Her diaper crinkled as it squeezed to fit. Her jaw bit down on the rubber bulb of the pacifier as she felt a tight pressure around her hips. “NNRRGH!”

As the hands let go of her, she started to twist her torso and squirm out of her seat. But the nursery tutted at her in a scolding tone. “Don’t worry, stardust. Mommy will make sure you sit still for num-num time.”

“Hrrrff!” Rosalina flumped against the back of the high chair. She was wedged in too good to get out anyway.

But the nursery was true to its word, hands reaching on either side of the chair and even below. They pulled around what looked like seat belts. Two wrapped around her sides, connecting into a triangular shaped buckle. The third came up between her legs. Rosalina’s eyes bulged as it dug into the front of her pamper, pulling as taut as it could and diving as deep as it could into her fluffy crotch before it could finally buckle into place too.

“Errph!” Rosalina moaned, shifting. That tiny motion made her diaper crinkle and the latex squeak. Fluffy padding bunched up into her womanhood, and Rosalina froze stock-still. The tingling sensation was back with a vengeance, and she knew moving would just make it worse.

To finish locking her in place, the hands swung the highchair’s tray table closed. It clicked as it set in place, and probably would’ve kept Rosalina in her seat even without this grind-happy seatbelt thing. “Nnrrr!” she protested.

She made the mistake of wriggling. It was instinctual, still trying to fight at this point. In doing so, her pamper crinkled as the strap over her crotch dug into it. Her whole back went rigid and she grunted into her pacifier. "Nrrrff!"

"Aww, someone's excited for breaky, isn't she?" A finger booped the shield of her pacifier, holding it in place as two more moved behind her head. Ignoring her roaring privates, Rosalina squeaked with anticipation. She felt the latex band pull up and over her head, the finger at her mouth gripping the pacifier's plastic hook and pulling it out of her mouth with a loud pop.

"Gahh!" she exclaimed. Rubbing her tongue against her front teeth she tried to chase away the taste of rubber. Her jaw was sore as she finally managed to close it all the way. "Finally!"

"Now be a good girl during num-num time and you can have this back," the nursery told her. It couldn't have convinced Rosalina to be naughty any faster if it had tried.

"Just let me out of this thing!" Rosalina exclaimed. Now that she could talk again, it was back to protesting. She kicked her feet against the legs of the high chair. "I'm not your prisoner and I'm not a baby!"

Robohands ignored her plea as new ones came down from the ceiling. She flinched as they started to wrap something around her neck. The pacifier gag had really put her on edge about that kind of thing. But this wasn't nearly so bad, just eye-rollingly infantile. A pale blue bib sat against her latex covered chest. On it, Star Bunnies hopped around indiscriminately, each wearing diapers of their own. Pastel purple cursive letters across the center of it read 'Bunny Baby'.

Rosalina huffed. Her protests weren't getting her anywhere. At this rate, the machine would be shoveling baby food down her throat before she knew it. Maybe if I act more mature... Right now it probably viewed her as just a fussy little baby. She had to show it that she wasn't even close to that.

Clearing her throat, she sat up straight and looked up to the ceiling. "Listen to me," she said, putting on a slightly deeper 'grown up' voice. "I am Princess Rosalina of the stars. I have been traveling the cosmos since long before you were programmed and I am not an infant. You need to let me go right this second. I have responsibilities, and Lumas waiting for me back home. It's not your fault that you were damaged during your reconstruction but you need to acknowledge I don't belong here. Let. Me. Go."

Her puffy, built-in booties kicked the legs of her high chair to punctuate her monologue. She thought it was pretty good. Calm, firm, direct. Surely this AI could see she wasn't a brat throwing a temper tantrum now.

"Providing morning allotment of rations to Prisoner 6814191 now." A square panel in the ceiling slowly opened. Rosalina's shoulders dropped. Back to the warden AI.

"Let me go!" she screamed, bouncing in the highchair. The caretaker side of this monstrosity she could maybe reason with, but not this jerk! She writhed and kicked and threw her body against the tray table and the back of the chair. "Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!"

It didn't even berate her for acting out. The high chair was bolted down, so there was nothing Rosalina could do besides kick and flail in desperation. Her struggle had her basically humping the strap against her crotch, diaper crinkling like mad. Even though her privates started twitching again, Rosalina ignored them. She was too mad to worry about that.

What finally got her to stop was the thing that appeared from the ceiling panel. Lowering in front of her with a deep whirring sound was a long, black hose. When Rosalina noticed it, she was confused just long enough to stop her struggle and take a closer look. Nothing about this screamed "breakfast" to her.

The tube was shiny, made of latex just like her uniform. At the end metal gleamed. Some sort of nozzle with an octagonal shape, as far as she could tell. Coming off either end was yet more latex, forming a circle that dangled further down. It reminded Rosalina of a noose.

"What... What is that for?" She found herself asking. Neither half of the AI saw fit to answer her. Hands just maneuvered, grabbing the circle of latex and moving it toward her. She leaned her head back, turning. "I— Get away from me! G-Get whatever that is awa—!"

One of the robohands hooked a finger into the latex opening at her lips. Pulling it like it was tugging the skin of her cheek, it forced her to look forward. Rosalina cried out, but that only left her lips open and vulnerable. The hands jammed the nozzle into her mouth, teeth baring down on the metal bit as she started shaking her head violently. "NRRR! GRRR RRRFFF!"

She couldn't believe she was being gagged again. And just like the last one, a latex strap worked its way around her head, the robohands letting it snap in place. She grimaced from the rough treatment, sputtering into her new gag. The sharp edges of the metal nozzle dug into her gums, tongue, and the roof of her mouth. Ashamed though she was to admit it, she suddenly missed the pacifier. "RRRRRGHHH!"

Rosalina renewed her struggle, torso twisting and head shaking. Her diaper helped out by going crinkle crinkle crinkle very loudly. The strap pushed the slightly damp spot up into her, only making her mood worsen. In the end, all she managed to do was make her bib bounce against her breasts as they jiggled as much as the latex would allow.

"Beginning feeding." A noise filled the room. It sounded almost like a vacuum cleaner, just in reverse.

"N-Nrrrr?" Rosalina swallowed the meek protest. Looking up, she saw the limp hose suddenly bulge at the top. Something traveled down it, filling the tube and making it stiffen as it did. It didn't take a genius to realize where it was heading. Her mouth, forced open by the nozzle, was about to receive... whatever this was. "NNRRR! RRR RRRR!"

But the tube kept inflating as the contents pushed further and further downward. And eventually it changed direction, aiming for Rosalina's mouth. Her pupils shrank with fear and she continued to shake her head. "LRRR MRRR GRRRR!"

A thick, sludgy material pushed its way into her mouth. It was so viscous that it came out as a single, unbroken log at first, before her constant shifting broke it up. The taste was... vaguely meaty, vaguely grainy, vaguely vegetably. She imagined it was just a slurry of whatever prison or hospital food was on board, with whatever other essential nutrients needed for survival mixed in.

It tasted awful. And the slimy texture did it no favors. Rosalina's struggle died as an involuntary shudder ripped through her body. She gagged, making a little retching noise as she squeezed her eyes shut. Between the horrible taste and the log-like delivery, it gave her the thought that the tube was 'pinching a loaf' in her mouth. She gagged again, bending forward.

She didn't want to swallow. She didn't want to keep this goop in her mouth any longer. Both powerful feelings but in the end only one would win out. And considering her cheeks were starting to bulge as more and more of this mush filled her mouth, she knew there was only one option for her. She'd choke if she did nothing.

With another shudder, Rosalina raised her head weakly, cracking one eye open. She mewled in the back of her throat, a plea for mercy to the robohands just sitting in front of her. They didn't respond, so she tipped her head back and made another retching sound. The first gulp slithered down her throat, and she swore she felt every step it took on the journey to her stomach. "Unnnnghh..."

When she opened her eyes again, her vision was blurred. Tears had formed from sheer disgust. This was nasty; she hated it. But the tube pumping this crap into her mouth hadn't stopped. It had already replaced what she'd eaten and then some. Her jaw started to split with how full her mouth was getting, and her cheeks ached.

"nnnnhhh..." With a weak moan, she threw her head back again. She swallowed again. Again. Again. Despite how miserable it made her, she ate everything she could. Soon her constant gulping turned the tide, and the amount of food in her mouth started to go down instead of up. But it was a hellish experience to make it happen.

The hose showed no sign of going slack. That reverse-vacuum noise continued to whirr from beyond the ceiling. Rosalina whimpered a bit as she realized she was probably nowhere close to being done. She needed something, anything, to take her mind off of the horrible taste and texture of her meal. Her body shuddered again involuntarily.

crinkle crinkle

Rosalina's face scrunched up, and not because of the mush. Her loins quivered from the attention her diaper was getting. The strap pressed right up against them was maddening. But... it did take her mind off of the feeding, if only for a moment.

"Hrrfff..." she moaned. Under the latex, her cheeks heated up. Oh stars, don't tell me I'm actually considering... th-that!.

But it would be something else to focus on. Probably the only thing she could use to distract herself, between being stuck in the high chair and her arms being pinned at her side. But... But I can't...

Another swallow, another slimy race down her throat to her stomach. Her body spasmed in displeasure, pushing her padded crotch into the strap. "Unnff!"

Rosalina squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't think anymore. The soft pressure against her privates was too much. Her lips quivered, needy and desperate. And without really meaning to, she gave a little thrust with her hips.

crinkle

"Nnngh...!" It... It did feel good. The padding digging right into her slit, exploring her folds... She whimpered and humped the strap again.

crinkle

"Rrrrff...'

crinkle

"Nnnnnhh!"

...

...

crinkle crinkle crinkle crinkle crinkle

Rosalina huffed and moaned. It was like her body was acting on its own, at least that's what she told herself. It pushed into the strap, rubbing her diaper deeper and deeper into her crotch. She could feel her nethers burning, twitching, growing damp. The diaper soaked up her juices as they came, adding to the tiny damp spot that her earlier dribble of pee had started.

A thin trail of drool escaped her lips and even her gag. It slipped down her chin, and soon two rolling streams joined it. Her tears managed to eke out. Rosalina opened her eyes, staring up into the fluorescent ceiling lights as she kept humping the strap. It felt so... so... so... "Grrrrrrffff..." she wailed in the back of her throat.

The whirring sound above finally cut off. The very top of the hose went slack, the steady stream of mush over and done with. Rosalina huffed out of her nose, her thrusting hips not stopping. It was only once she had a thought again that she realized what she was doing. "N-NRRR!"

She went rigid, trying to pull her hips inward to relieve the pressure of the strap. Her nethers whined, twitching and tingling like crazy. She could tell how close she'd been to.. to... doing something unmentionable in her diapers. I... I can't believe I... I...

Tears still glistened in her eyes. "Nrrfff!' Rosalina squeezed them shut and shook her head. No. No! That was just... the plan. The plan had worked! She'd made it through her miserable feeding by distracting herself with something worse. Like pinching an arm to escape the doldrums of boredom. That... That was all...

She pushed her tongue against the nozzle's opening, refusing to let anymore of that disgusting mush in her mouth. Plenty of it still coated her mouth thanks to its peanut butter-like stickiness. She was far from free of its gross flavor. But as far as she was concerned, she was done. Her stomach agreed, straining from fullness. Was overfeeding prisoners part of this AI's sick games?

Apparently yes, because one hand reached up, and pinched the very top of the hose. It moved downward, pushing the food left in the rubber like it was making the most out of a tube of toothpaste. The pressure pushed her tongue back as more nasty mush loaded into her mouth. Rosalina screamed and groaned, but in the end had to swallow five more mouthfuls of room temperature goop. The pinching fingers reached the nozzle and let go. Rosalina weakly bowed her head, breathing heavily out of her nose. Drops of her drool from earlier hit her bib and the tray table below.

She thought the worst meal of her life was over now, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Great job, sweetie!" The caretaker AI was back in full force. She got patronizing head pats from the nearest robohand. "You ate up all your yummy num-nums so fast! You'll be a big girl in no time."

"Mrrph..." Rosalina moaned, cheeks on fire. This was so demeaning. She really wished she wasn't turned on for this part, but her nethers still tingled from the attention she'd been giving them earlier. At... At least I didn't cum... she consoled herself.

"Now lets get you your baba!"

"HRRRHHH?!" Rosalina stiffened, the defeat leaving her bones. There was more?! There couldn't be more!

Hands gently removed the feeding hose, and Rosalina coughed and spat. It wasn't nearly enough to get rid of the toxic slime in her mouth, but she looked up at the hands anyway. "J-Just stop!" she begged. "I'm not a baby! I shouldn't be here!"

"Don't worry." More condescending head pats. "Your real parents will be here to pick you up soon. But until then, Mommy's got you!" Rosalina clenched her jaw. Clearly this AI didn't know how threatening that sounded.

Another panel opened up. The walls here were clearly all panels. Reaching in, a robohand produced a tall hourglass shaped baby bottle. Its translucent pink shell let her see the hefty amount of creamy liquid swirling inside. A groan emanated deep from within her stomach. "I... I'm not hungry anymore...' she at least tried. The hand patting her head came down, pinching her cheek hard and wiggling it enough to make her shake her head.

"Baba for baby! the AI cheered. Then it popped the amber nipple into her mouth.

“MFF!” Rosalina protested. Her body went to squirm, but a hairtrigger wink from her pussy reminded her what a bad idea that would be. She’d edged herself close to the brink earlier, and didn’t want to accidentally push herself over. She settled for weakly shaking her head from side to side. It only took a single robohand pressing its palm against the bottom of the bottle to keep it locked in her lips.

After fighting for a bit longer, Rosalina eventually calmed down and lowered her head again. “Mmnnhh…” she whined.

“Go on, sweetie. Drink your baba!” The AI wasn’t phased in the least by how long this was taking. And it was so cramped in the highchair that Rosalina was the one who flinched first in this standoff.

With a muffled moan, she squeezed her eyes shut and suckled. Nothing. The bottle’s amber nipple was stiff from what must’ve been years of not being used. Rosalina huffed through her nose, annoyed she’d done something as degrading as suck on a baby bottle for naught. Now that she was thinking about it, the formula inside would at least clear out all the gunk polluting her mouth. She suckled again with a protest grunt. And again, deeper and harder.

There, finally, drops of milk started to dribble into her mouth. With another suckle she got a full on splash of it. The milk was thick and creamy, and unfortunately very delicious. “Mmmm!” Rosalina cried in surprise. After her horrible breakfast, this was a godsend. She kept suckling, washing her mouth clean. Her stomach wasn’t happy to add such heavy milk on top of everything else she’d swallowed so far, but she ignored it. She needed this.

Losing herself in the rhythmic bobbing of her lips, it took Rosalina a moment to realize when the thing was empty. The nursery pulled the bottle from her mouth with a loud, wet pop. “Good girl, stardust! You drank every last drop. Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Her cheeks flushed beneath her latex mask, and she denied how much she’d let herself enjoy that. It just tasted good.That’s it. Besides, as the hands undid her bib and pulled it away, Rosalina could breathe a sigh of relief now that her meal was finally over.

She was going to get out of the high chair soon. She was going to have an opportunity to get her wand back. She looked up at the hands and tried again to convince them. “I’m really not a baby! Please, you have to—”

“Mealtime complete.” The warden AI took over, taking her by the underarms before popping open the tray table and releasing the seatbelt like buckle keeping her in place. Rosalina’s nethers whined as its pressure left her. The fact that they’d gotten so close was maddening.

But even more maddening was the fact that the more unreasonable of the two AIs was in control again. “Grrrh! Let me go!” Rosalina kicked her feet as it raised her into the air again. “I am not a—MMPH!”

She was never allowed to speak for long. A robohand stuffed her pacifier back into her mouth. Its comfortable shape reminded her of the baby bottle. Her lips got off an instinctual suckle before she realized what she was doing. Rosalina didn’t get the chance to spit it out, the rubber strap from earlier returning to gag her yet again. “NNNRRR!”

“Returning Prisoner 6814191 to confinement.” The arms swiveled and carried the kicked princess back over the crib.

What? NO! “MNNNRGHH!” Rosalina squirmed and struggled as it lowered her back in, forcing her into the same position she’d been in all night. It wasn’t even bedtime yet, she’d just had breakfast! You’ve got to be kidding me!

This couldn’t be happening! She was supposed to be able to get to her wand, to get free! To… to use the bathroom.

As Rosalina was scrunched back into the crib, her bladder cried out. She’d been able to ignore it with everything that had been going on, but now it was back for revenge. The ache was even worse than when she’d woken up. Stuck again, there was nothing she could do to take her focus away from it. Not even humping her pamper… not that she would ever do that again.

The hands retracted back into the ceiling, leaving her alone without even turning off the lights this time. Rosalina whimpered into the pacifier, feeling a twinge of fear in her heart.

She… She was going to be able to get out before she had to use this diaper, right?

Chapter 3

Rosalina curled and uncurled her toes. She let out a long breath through her nostrils. She chewed her pacifier.

Time passed so slowly in the crib.

It had last night too, but this felt different. Back then she could at least spend time struggling with the vain hope that she would escape. She’d had heart pounding terror coursing through her veins, a time killer if ever there was one. And, she’d had a light at the end of the tunnel. Foolishly she’d believed once morning came she’d be able to do something to escape.

But now she knew flailing wasn’t going to get her out of the crib. Terror had been replaced with a layer of dread, the distinction enough to dull her panic somewhat. And now she had no idea when she’d get a taste of freedom. It was very possible the next time she was taken out of the crib would be for lunch. From bars to the high chair and back to bars. That wasn’t going to be the pattern from now on, was it?

If so, she had no hope of ever escaping. Not without some kind of window where she could move around freely. But then, this made sense, didn’t it? When would a baby or a prisoner ever get free reign? When would she ever have a moment where the mish-mash AI wasn’t watching over her every move? It made her shudder to think of that. It could see her squirming in her crib, crinkly tush pressed up against the bars, her face scrunching as she fought down the ache in her bladder.

Something else. Think of something else! She had to flee that sensation or risk it worsening. There was always her privates, which hadn’t managed to calm down after… No! Something else except that!

She wondered about her Lumas back on the Comet Observatory. She’d never been gone from them for this long. Sure, they were able to make sure their own needs were met, especially with the Observatory practically built to accommodate them, but they had to be worried. Were they just panicking, or actually trying to find her? Would they even be able to find her, trapped in the bowels of a shipwreck in the middle of nowhere? Did she even want them to find her, and let them see her like… this?

Biting down on her— the pacifier, Rosalina resolved once again to get out of this on her own. This position was embarrassing enough already. She couldn’t live with the eternal shame of her children seeing this. That much humiliation was a lethal dose.

“Hrrngh! Nnrrgh!” Rosalina shifted like she was trying to do sit ups in the crib. If she could get upright, maybe bring her legs inside the bars. Then she could stand up. What she was going to do after that was a mystery. It wasn’t like she could get over to the panel hiding her wand before the robohands caught her. Or get inside and grab it thanks to the straitjacket bondage she found herself in. But any progress would be good right now, so she kept trying to sit up.

Until she felt a stab of pain in her stomach, followed by a sudden gurgle.

“Mmrphh?!” Rosalina dropped back, the back of her skull knocking into the headrest. With a wince, she felt another stab in her gut. It was so violent, like it was pushing towards her hips and—

“MMMRRRRPH!” Rosalina clenched her cheeks just in time. The sudden surge was so unexpected, but she could feel it all the same. She’d very nearly pooped herself.

Are you kidding me?! She let out muffled grunts of disbelief into the pacifier gag. It was bad enough she had to hold her bladder at bay but now she was fighting a two front war. And her stomach had yet to settle down, still gurgling and groaning. The pain was crazy, like she had food poisoning. Was… was it something I ate? She only had to furrow her brows in thought for a moment, before they suddenly jumped up her forehead.

Of course it was. The only thing she’d been able to eat lately. That damnable prison food!

These ships had been here for years, that junk had to be spoiled by now. No wonder it had tasted so thoroughly rotten—it literally was! And now it was working away, destroying her intestines and giving her the runs. Feeling a push from her hips, Rosalina grunted and sucked in her breath. A mudslide tried to force its way out of her, and she bit down hard on the rubber bulb as she fought it back, actually breaking a sweat. “HNNNGH! HRRRGH!”

The wave of pressure receded a little, letting her gasp for air and think again. The formula had tasted alright. That stuff had to be kept better preserved. Or maybe it was dehydrated, with water mixed in whenever it was needed. Whatever the reason, the milk was good. At her next meal, maybe she could negotiate with the caretaker AI to only have a bottle…

Another wave of pressure hit, and Rosalina was left clenching and groaning all over again. It was miserable, but she still refused to use this diaper! And so she rode out the intense push from her bowels, shoulder muscles relaxing once it settled down again.

What was she even thinking? Screw getting another bottle, she wasn’t going to be around for the next mealtime! The clock had already been ticking with her full bladder, but now she had a real, proper deadline to escape: sometime in the next few minutes before her butt exploded.

She was just lucky that the timing worked out.

Hands suddenly appeared from the openings in the ceiling. Rosalina didn’t notice them right away, focused more on clamping down her cheeks and bladder over anything else. In fact, she didn’t see them until they entered the crib.

“HNNGH?!” She shifted away from them, fearing the worst. But then…

“Designated inmate recreation time begins now.”

Rosalina squeaked as she suddenly found herself in the air. She nearly started to struggle, until she actually processed the machine's words. "Recreation time", was it? That... might be exactly what she needed. If nothing else, it beat spending time in that stupid crib.

As the hands moved her through the room, the AI shifted voices again. "Who's excited to play, sweetie-pie? Oh, this will be so much fun!"

"Mmnph..." Rosalina lowered her brow in annoyance. She hoped this thing wasn't going to make her spend the next hour playing baby games or something. Set me down! she yelled in her mind. I need to get out of here!

Surprisingly, it did. Just not where Rosalina would've preferred. She ended up on her knees in the playpen in the center of the room. Sitting like this, mesh walls reached up to her chest all around, corralling her into a space barely big enough for three adults her size. Less cramped than the crib at least, so she would take it. But she'd prefer to be right next to the changing table, so she could force that panel open and get her stuff.

Inside the playpen, the floor was magenta foam with toys scattered around it. She saw a rattle, a set of plastic keys on a ring, a stuffed toy shaped like a Fluzzard, and a colorful ring stacking game on a peg. Riveting stuff.

"Mmnnph!" she cried out as the hands started to leave. Her arms struggled against her binds, torso flopping left and right as she tried to get free. As is, she wouldn't be able to climb out of this pen and do anything.

"Oh?" The hands returned, and Rosalina cowered a bit like a turtle retreating into its shell. "Let's fix you up so you can play, stardust!"

To Rosalina's surprise, the robohands reached around to where her mittens had been clipped to her sides. In two deft moves, they freed both of them, and her arms were able to go slack for the first time in nearly a day.

"Mnnnph..." It felt so good to move them again. She let them fall to her sides, before bringing them up to see the circular pads where her hands should be. They were achy sore after being stuck for so long. She winced as she tried to move them more, exploring the newfound freedom. Then she looked up at the robohands.

So it can— "Hrrngh!" A snap of pressure made her double over. Her bowels barely held it back. When the tide receded, she picked up where her thought left off. It can undo the warden's punishments?

She really wasn't sure how much to two different AIs were talking to each other, if at all. Was the prison guard aware that it had a nurturing mama hiding inside of it? Was the babysitter up to speed on how harsh it came across at times? She didn't know, but this was good. She had to take advantage of this.

"Mmmhh mnn! Mmhh!' Rosalina used her circle mittens to paw at the rubber strap around her mouth. She looked up at the robohands and kept pleading over and over again.

"Yes, honey? The hands pulled the strap away, and plucked the pacifier from her lips. "Did you have something to say, stardust?"

"Guhh!" Rosalina felt light as a feather now that those binds were off of her. She wiped her lips, trying to chase away the taste of rubber. "Don't..." She blushed. "Don't put that in my mouth again."

The synthetic caretaker voice giggled. "Oh sweetie." It suddenly pushed the pacifier back between her lips, Rosalina "MMPH"ing in surprise. But at least the strap didn't return. "Now play with your toys, cutie-patootie."

"Hmph." Rosalina crossed her arms, and bit down on the rubber bulb. So much for that, but at least she wasn't gagged again. She weighed her options when it came to spitting the pacifier back out, but that seemed risky. She might awaken the now dormant warden if she tried.

As much as she wanted to stretch, or explore her newfound freedom, Rosalina knew she didn't have the time. Her bladder was straining and the constant pulses of pressure from her bowels were harder and harder to hold at bay. She needed to use the bathroom soon, but she could only do that if she actually got out of here. She threw her attention beyond the playpen and to the panel she knew held her stuff.

Smacking her mittens against the ground, she pushed herself up. "Urrrk!" Rosalina grimaced, her bowels not liking the sudden shift. But she clenched hard and powered through it, shifting from knees to feet and slapping her useless mittens against rails of the playpen for support. With effort, she stood up on her legs.

Rosalina wobbled, her gait forced to spread wide by the diaper. It wasn't easy to stand like this, and it would leave her waddling like a toddler everywhere she went. Her cheeks burned and she chewed her pacifier. As far as she was concerned, it was just one more reason to get out of this ridiculous getup.

She took a step... and completely forgot how slick the soles of her latex booties were. "MMMPH!" It was like the ground fled from her feet. She tumbled back and landed on her crinkly bottom. The plastic of the padding crackled and air hissed as it rushed out of her compressing pamper. She nearly lost control and clenched just a second before it was too late.

"Careful sweetie. You should wait a few more years before a baby like you tries to walk."

"Nngh." Rosalina frowned behind the pacifier's shield. "Don' patwonize me!"

Wriggling a bit, and going slow, she managed to make it back to her knees. Walking like normal was out, it seemed. Plan B then.

Rosalina was getting numb to little humiliations, so it hardly bothered her to crawl over to the edge of the playpen. The way her diaper shifted and wiggled with her hips felt ridiculous, but she could ignore the heat under her cheeks as she did. She braced her flat mittens against the railing and tried to throw her leg up and over it. It took some effort, but she finally got a knee to join her hands up there. Yes!

frrrt!

Rosalina squeaked, falling back into the pen. That noisy toot had been a lapse in concentration. Lifting her legs like that made it so hard to clench, and she'd very nearly filled the diaper at her hips. She brought her thighs together as much as the padding would allow, hoping to fight it off. All she did was bunch fluffy layers up against her crotch, however. There was still the lightest touch of moisture from all the... action... she gotten in the high chair. Rosalina squeaked and slapped at her padded crotch with her mittens. She tried to push the padding down and away from her crotch, but she was so uncoordinated with these things it felt more like she was rubbing it in. "MMPHH!"

Rolling over, she ended up on her stomach with her limbs splayed as much as the space would let her. She huffed into the pacifier. This wasn't going well, and the need to use the bathroom was mounting more and more. She squeezed her eyes shut, ears tinging red as she grunted and mewled, fighting to keep it all at bay.

Her eyes popped open again when she heard the sound of clacking plastic. Looking up, she saw a robohand had picked up the flat, colorful keys and were now jingling them in front of her face. "Come on stardust, it's playtime, the AI tried to coax out of her.

Rosalina's growing frustration wrinkled her latex-covered features. "Nrrgh!" she swatted the toy away from her face, sitting up again. "I notta baby!" she protested.

"Now sweetie, there's no need to pitch a fit."

"I nawt pidding fids!" Rosalina growled. She slapped her open hands against the foam. "Wet me go! Gib me my wand!" She bit down, blinking back tears. She'd wasted so much time. If she didn't do something soon, she was really going to...

"Aww, foopsy-poo." The AI didn't sound aggravated, just nurturing. But a lot of hands joined Rosalina in the play pen. "You need to cheer up and have some fun!"

Rosalina tried to curl away from the hands, but the six of them had her surrounded. "N-Nuuu..." she protested. "G... Ged away fwom---"

The first hand struck, its fat fingers going directly for the side of Rosalina's stomach. It dug in, earning a sharp, sudden burst of laughter from the woman. "AAHH! W-Waid waid waid!"

The other hands attacked. They dove in to tickle her. Stomach, ribs, the soles of her feet, they were merciless. Rosalina squirmed and failed, trying to batter them away with her hands, but her body was wracked with spasms. She laughed uncontrollably.

"Awwww," the AI cooed. "Who's a silly girl? Who's a silly baby? It's YOU!"

"Sta—haHA! Staaahp!" Rosalina heaved between laughter. She could feel her constitution weakening with each finger that drilled into her. Drops of pee eked out into her diaper, and her eyes bulged open. "N-Nooo--HohaHAha! S-StaaHHAAA! I gonna--- gonna--!"

hissssss

Even over the sound of her laughter, Rosalina heard it. She'd been forced to chose in the struggle to keep her diaper clean, and she'd fought to clench her cheeks the most. As a result, her bladder gave way under the tickle torture. She felt sheer relief as the longstanding ache gave way to a wetting. Pee leapt out of her like a high pressure hose, and doused the crisp and crinkling padding.

Tears had been forming in her eyes from all the laughter. Now they ran down her cheeks thanks to misery. "N-NOOO!" Her distress was enough that the hands pulled away, and she was able to roll onto her stomach. Rosalina pushed herself onto her hands and knees, but it was too late to try and stem the tide.

Urine spilled over the diaper, her backside, between her thighs. She felt the warm, golden liquid soak into her padding. The fluffy layers sponged everything up almost as quickly as it fled her. Her diaper grew warm and soggy, swelling to compensate. It didn't have much room thanks to the tight latex hugging it, but it made do. As Rosalina shivered and shifted, she heard the squishing sound of the pamper between her thighs. With a choked sob, she dropped her pacifier. "Uh—Unngh!"

"Oh sweetie..." A robohand drifted forward like it wanted to check on her. "Did somebody make a little oopsie in her diapee?"

"Nngh!" Rosalina bit her lip, jerking up right. Her soggy backside squished against her heels as she sat on her knees, and a strained whine left her throat. This was so gross, so humiliating! "N-NO!" she cried out.

"Stardust, if you had an accident, Mommy can—"

"I DIDN'T!" Rosalina suddenly screamed. She pushed her mittens against her sopping wet crotch, earning another squish as she tried to hide her shame. "I DIDN'T HAVE AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T PEE MYSELF!"

Denial was all she had. Even though Rosalina could feel the wet, warm padding against her skin and hear the heavy squishes of the diaper, she refused to acknowledge them. There was no way she had done something like this! She was a princess! She was practically the goddess of space! How could she ever admit to... to wetting a diaper like a baby?!

"I know you're upset honey, but we need to use our indoor voices in here," the AI scolded her gently.

"SHUT UP!" Rosalina screamed. "J-JUST GIVE ME MY WAND AND LET ME GO YOU MONSTER!"

"Now that's no way to talk to your Mommy." If they could, the robohands would have rested on the AI's hips.

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOMMY!" Rosalina cried, sniveling as tears ran down her face. Her Mommy... Her mother was the best person in the whole universe. She would never talk down to Rosalina, or make her feel ashamed for having an accident. How dare this thing tried to claim it was her!

Rosalina pressed her latex mittens over her face, sniffling and whimpering into them. "I wanna go home," she wailed hoarsely.

Sobs wracked her body. Rosalina quivered and whimpered for a moment. Her accident finally came to an end, leaving the diaper heavy and soggy with pee. It hadn't even been able to absorb everything, leaving a little sticky puddle between her legs that had to wait to seep into the saturated layers.

By some miracle, she was still holding back her bowels. It felt like a hollow victory, given what had happened. Rosalina didn't even get the consolation of her privates settling down in disgust. Far from it, they were still tingling. Even with warm, squishy, wet padding pressed up against them, they were loving this. Somehow... deep down... she was loving this. And that realization just made Rosalina wail more.

"There there." The robohands moved in, and she wasn't able to stop them. One patted her head, another rubbed her back. A third even pushed her bangs away from her eye, running its fingers through her golden locks. It was soothing enough that Rosalina's choked sobs started to slow down. "Mommy knows you didn't mean it. Here, let's get you all cleaned up, stardust."

While the three hands all continued their little comforting gestures, two more gripped her underarms and lifted her into the air. Rosalina whined, as she saw herself heading over to the changing table. She shook her head—she couldn't suffer one more indignity today!

"L-Let me down!" she whimpered, kicking her legs. She squirmed, twisting her torso in just the right way that she fell and—

SQUISH! crinkle crinkle

"MMMmnnph!" Rosalina craned her neck back, biting her lip.

The hands hadn't made it beyond the playpen before dropping her. She landed her squishy rear end right on top of the Fluzzard stuffie. Its beak pushed right into her crotch, squishing her soggy padding deep into her privates. The pleasure was indescribable for a moment. She closed her eyes, losing all control.

BBBLLRRRRRTTT!

Rosalina's eyes burst open. She'd just lost all control.

"N-No! NO!" She tried to clench her cheeks again, but it was too late. A wave of sludge rushed out of her bowels. The diaper, fresh off her wetting, suddenly had a whole new accident to contend with.

And accident was charitable phrasing. The mudslide Rosalina dumped in the padding was a natural disaster. It sloshed out of her, some chunks mixed in but for the most part it was a semi-solid wave. She felt it smother her skin, and explode all over her backside. The diaper bulged again, turning lumpy. The latex mirrored the look on the outside, making it plain what had just happened to her. Rosalina even felt the diaper start to sag from the sheer heft of her accident. The warm, mushy mess was too heavy even for the latex to hold everything in place. It sagged over the back of the plushie, smothering it. It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to Rosalina.

And somehow, it felt so good

"UUNNGH!" she moaned. All that pressure relieving in an instant, the warmth, her twitching privates... It was too much all at once. She felt like she was going to black out. She couldn't help it; finally getting rid of the gunk that had given her food poison just made her feel so much better, even as tears streamed down her eyes.

She was pooping herself. She was pooping herself and liking the way it felt.

As her second accident came to an end, settling and squelching as it filled her pants, Rosalina's nose wrinkled. The latex had been tight enough to hold in the stink of her urine, to the point where she hadn't even realized that she needed to be grateful for that. But her mess was another matter. So dense and concentrated, it punched through the rubber. She gagged a little, slapping a mitten over her nose while the other fanned the air before her. She whimpered into the rubber, the smell not leaving. It was bad

"Oh, stardust, the AI half cooed, half scolded her. You should've told Mommy if you still needed to go.

"Mmnnrrrgh..." Rosalina moaned, lowering her hands, and then her head, in shame. She couldn't believe herself. She'd peed and pooped her diaper. Yes, her diaper. She couldn't refuse ownership of it any longer, not with the devestation she'd just wrecked on it.

She felt every little shift of the steaming mess. The way it pressed against her soggy padding, slathered the skin of her cheeks... She shuddered. And her privates tingled. Not even this could get them to stop loving the stimulation that came with wearing pampers. Rosalina mewled in the back of her throat, slapping the ground beside her in frustration. A princess? Yeah, right. The goddess of space? As if. Here she was nothing more than a horny, poopy-pants baby. She was miserable.

Having failed to escape her situation before the worst had happened, Rosalina didn't fight the robohands when they lifted her this time. What was the point? She at least wanted a clean diaper so she could stop being turned on by one that held her accident so tightly against her. Sniffling, she consoled herself with the fact that the AI would have to take off her prison uniform to do it. That was something, right?

She found herself draped against the changing table just like she had been yesterday. The only difference was this time her rear squished as it pressed against the table. A mixture of a groan and a moan left her lips as it did. Something new pushed its way between them to stifle more. "Mmrr?"

One of the robohands had retrieved her pacifier, and now returned it to its proper place. So defeated, Rosalina just sucked on it. She needed whatever comfort she could to stop the shudders rising up in her chest. The rhythmic suckling motion helped her to close her eyes and scrunch her face a little less.

"Now sweetie." The hands didn't get to work right away. "From now on no tears, alright? Just ask Mommy for a change when you make an oopsie in your diapee."

"Mmph..." She knew it was just trying to teach little kids that so they wouldn't make things hard for their parents, but the concept still made her uncomfortable. Despite messing her diaper, crying over it, and suckling on a pacifier to calm down, Rosalina wasn't a baby!

"Can you ask Mommy politely for a change now?" The AI prodded.

Rosalina swallowed. She wanted this noxious stench gone. She wanted the warm, goopey diaper gone. She wanted the mess caking her backside gone. If all she had to do was ask... "P... Pwease change my diapee... Mommy..." She squeezed her eyes shut, face burning under the latex.

"That's a good girl!"

This AI really seemed to respond when she referred to it as 'Mommy'. Rosalina wondered if she could get the harsher, warden persona to treat her better if she used its name too. But what was she even supposed to call it? Daddy? Came a bitter, sarcastic thought.

She prepared herself to get free of the latex as the hands moved in. But instead, she heard a zzzwhip! sound that made her curl her toes. It reminded her of a zipper, and opening her eyes she saw that the crotch of the latex uniform had indeed just been unzipped.

"Mrrff?" She whined, too defeated to really protest. Was she not going to get anything she wanted today?

It frustratingly made sense, as she watched the robohands lift her legs and peel back the flaps of the latex. Prisoners had to use the bathroom too, so it made sense these uniforms were designed to never need to be removed. But she still squirmed a little, hating it.

"Now now," the AI told her, giving her just enough attention to make her stop fussing as it carried on with the change.

The smell was a lot worse now without the rubber holding it at bay, and it only got worse as the machine peeled away the tapes. Rosalina gagged and coughed into her pacifier, mewling with disgust. She even got a whiff of the pee now too.

Cold air touched her nethers for the first time in a while once the diaper opened. She shivered as the machine pulled the bulky, used thing away. After balling it up, a hand opened the metal pail next to the changing table and dumped it in.

Wipes were next Rosalina shivered as they touched her skin. Her privates twitched, craving attention as the hands wiped down them and her butt. Rosalina's felt her chest grow a little less tight once she was clean again. Though watching a new diaper approach her hips brought that sensation back.

"U-Uh... Mommy?" she said through flushed cheeks. Since it was willing to listen to her when she called it that, it was worth a try. She still felt like she was disrespecting her actual mother by doing so, though.

"Yes, stardust? The Ai raised her legs and set the padding down as it answered her.

"I... I no need diapee," Rosalina lisped into her pacifier. "Pweae?"

A giggle. "Oh sweetie." A finger booped her nose, and then the machine started powdering her undercarriage. Rosalina frowned.

"I... I mean it!" she grumbled. "I a big giwl. I no need diapee!"

"Sweetie..."

"I DON'!" Rosalina shouted. "I AN ADUWT AND I—"

"Prisoner 6814191, cease resistance."

Rosalina squeaked, swallowing her shout. Either the nursery AI was getting fed up with her, or she was dangerously close to breaking some kind of prison rule. Either way, the warden had come back out.

The change finished in silence, the robohands wrapping up her diaper and zipping the latex back up once the tapes were smoothed down. Rosalina was back in a crisp, fresh pamper as though nothing had happened. Only the lingering stench remained as evidence of her shame.

The AI didn't give her so much as a "good girl" for being done. She guessed the caretaker side was dormant again. She swallowed, not really wanting to be in the warden's clutches for long.

...And she didn't have to be, did she?

Rosalina hadn't been thinking about it, but the panel housing her wand was right here. Craning her neck back, she saw that section of wall was within arms reach even. This diaper change might've been a blessing in disguise!

She looked, and the hands were putting away all the supplies they'd needed to handle that monster of an accident. She had a chance! Once they were done, she'd be back in the crib or the play pen, and this golden opportunity would be gone. And she did not want to have to use her diaper again to get back here.

She didn't have a plan. She didn't have time to think this through. She suddenly reached out, circular mitten swiping at the wall. When she needed more room, she shuffled forward, diaper crinkling. She found she could slap the wall, but it wasn't like there was anywhere for her to grip still. But when she pushed against it.

click

Rosalina's eyes went wide. The panels were pressure activated! She didn't need to worry about her dexterity at all!

The panel swung open, and her heart felt a surge of joy. The bag holding all of her stuff, there it was! Just sitting in a little nook, waiting for her. Hope welled up in her chest. Her wand was so close she could reach out and—

A gloved hand snapped around her wrist. Rosalina's hopes evaporated. "NO!" she gasped into her pacifier.

"Prisoner 6814191, you are in violation of prison rules."

"Wet me go!" she cried. She meant for it to be firm and demanding, but the day had taken its toll on her. It came out like more of a whimper into her pacifier.

The robohand yanked her arm back, and another threw the panel door closed again. Rosalina cried out in distress, but having her chance a freedom ripped away was the least of her worries right now. The warden AI was angry with her.

"You have two escape attempts on record." It told her, forcing her to lie across the changing table. Rosalina struggled and squirmed, biting down on her pacifier as she grunted. She heard a different wall panel open. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another hand move to grab something inside of it. She couldn't tell what it was. "A third will not be tolerated."

"RRGH!" Rosalina tried to push herself up, but a hand at her back pressed her down. She was yanked forward, until her neck and head were over the edge of the changing table. The robohand with the mystery item suddenly lurched down. Rosalina felt something latch onto her throat, and she squeaked with fear.

It was tight, holding her neck in a way that was almost, but not quite, a choke. It was made of metal, she could feel how could it was even through the layer of latex. And it was thick, forcing her neck to point forward and not even turn, like a posture collar.

The hands left, and she was able to sit up on the changing table. Looking down—not even able to bend her neck to do it—she saw the metal bulged out enough that she could see her new collar. In the center of it, a sky blue line of light ran around the whole thing.

No. Whatever it was, Rosalina wanted it off. Immediately. Her circle mittens reached up, determined to claw the thing off of her no matter what it took. But the second she touched the collar, the band of light turned red.

And a bolt of electricity surged through her neck.

"RRRAAAAGH!" Rosalina dropped from the table, landing on the floor with a painful thud. Her pacifier fell from her lips and her leg twitched from shock. Her neck muscles stayed stiff long after the feeling left her, as though they were stuck clenching. A fiery feeling burned her beneath the collar.

Shivering, she sat up. Her diaper crinkled, but the pain had been great enough to make her privates shut up. They didn't even tingle as padding surged over them. "W-What...?" she gaped in horror.

"No further warnings" came the AI's harsh voice. "From now on, disobedience will see immediate punishment."

"Y-You can't do this to me!" Rosalina cried. She looked down at the collar—the shock collar as she now knew it was—with disgust. This was an inhumane way to treat prisoners, and she wasn't even one! "This— You can't!"

"Your recreation privileges will be revoked for one week." Robohands reached and grabbed her. Soon she found her arms bound in the same straitjacket position as before. "Calmly return to confinement."

Back to the crib? Are you kidding me?! Rosalina had been so close to freedom, and now this? Even if it weren't for the shock collar, of course she'd resist! She failed and struggled. But the second she started, the light turned red again.

"RRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Electricity shot through her, sharp and painful. She whimpered, knocking her knees submissively when it passed. These shocks lasted seconds at most, but they were long seconds.

Quivering and mewling, Rosalina didn't protest again. She let herself be squished back into a shape that would fit her too small crib. Only once the robohands pulled away did she try even a meager attempt to make this thing see reason. "P-Please...! I'm not... You have to let me go!"

"An additional XXXX years will be added to your sentence for your escape attempt." It told her coldly. "XXXX years remain."

"Bu—MMPh!" She winced as a hand pushed her pacifier back into her mouth. She never seemed to be allowed to lose it, no matter which AI was in control. Rosalina found herself wanting to suckle for comfort, but also wanting to spit it back out in protest. But the latter could earn her another shock...

The decision was taken away from her anyway. The rubber strap returned, and soon locked Rosalina's pacifier in her mouth. "Mmmmhhh!" she whined into it, shifting and making her diaper crinkle as she tried to at least get comfortable in the crib.

The hands all retreated without so much as a goodbye. Tears spilled down her latex covered face again. Her heart was racing, and her throat really hurt...

Escape had never felt so far away. Rosalina found herself worrying that she might never escape her infantile prison. The thought that this might be her new life slowly settled in, and stayed with her until she finally passed out from exhaustion and panic.