Crossing Worlds 2
A Diaper Dimension story by SolaraScott
Chapter 16 - L.I.L.A.C.
The daycare was bathed in a soft golden light as the sun set, illuminating the newly polished floors and freshly painted walls. Ash carried Kaylee into the main playroom, her eyes scanning the space with pride and anticipation. The room was nearly ready. Vibrant murals depicting cheerful scenes of littles and caregivers adorned the walls, and the smell of new furniture lingered in the air.
“Looks like they’ve been busy,” Ash murmured, her voice tinged with excitement as she adjusted her grip on Kaylee.
She set the girl on a soft mat near the central play area and turned toward the towering robotic nanny station. The machine had a series of robotic arms, and a vaguely humanoid form, along with a name badge over the right breast that read: “L.I.L.A.C. Little Integrated Love and Care.”
“This is the last big piece,” she said, her tone almost reverent. “The nanny system. We should probably make sure it works okay.”
Kaylee shifted uncomfortably on the mat, pulling the hem of her dress over her knees. “Do we need to test it right now?” she asked, her voice betraying her reluctance.
Ash crouched beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kaylee’s face. “Yes, we do. I need to make sure it works perfectly before we open. Besides,” she smirked, “I’ll set it to infant care. Worst-case scenario, you’re stuck in a crib all day. Nothing you haven’t already experienced.”
Kaylee scowled but said nothing, her cheeks flushing. She nervously glanced at the robotic station as Ash moved to the console, tapping a few buttons to power it up. The machine hummed to life, and panels sliding open revealed sleek mechanical arms and a softly glowing interface.
“Welcome, Caregiver Ash,” the system’s pleasant female voice intoned as a beam of light swept over her. “You have been entered into the caregiver database. Please ensure compliance with all Little Care Act regulations.”
Kaylee felt a shiver run down her spine as the light turned toward her, sweeping over her from head to toe. The machine’s voice changed slightly, adopting a more cheerful tone. “New entry detected. Designating: Baby Kaylee. Welcome, Baby Kaylee. You have been entered into the infant database. Care level: Infant.”
“See?” Ash said, her hands on her hips as she looked down at Kaylee. “All set. It’s just recognizing who we are.”
Kaylee wasn’t reassured. “I don’t like this,” she muttered, her eyes fixed on the mechanical arms as they whirred softly and adjusted their positions.
Ash knelt beside her again, her tone softer this time. “Hey, I’ll be right here the whole time. If anything goes wrong, I’ll shut it down immediately. Trust me, Kaylee.”
Kaylee hesitated but eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Fine,” she murmured, her voice small.
“Good.” Ash smiled and stood, stepping back as she gestured toward the robotic nanny. “All right, let’s see what this thing can do.”
The system sprang into motion, one of its arms extending gently toward Kaylee. She flinched as the cool metallic fingers touched her shoulder, but the grip was firm yet careful as it lifted her effortlessly into the air.
“Baby Kaylee detected. Initiating infant care protocol,” the nanny said cheerfully. The machine cradled Kaylee as if she were weightless, another arm extending to scan her diaper. “Status: Wet.”
Kaylee’s face turned crimson. “I—I’m fine! You don’t need to—”
“Care detected. Commencing diaper change,” the system interrupted, carrying her toward the changing station. Kaylee shot Ash a pleading look, but Ash simply watched, her expression a mixture of fascination and amusement.
“It’s just doing its job,” Ash said, crossing her arms. “Relax. You’ll be fine.”
Kaylee wasn’t so sure. The machine’s efficiency was unnerving, and the thought of being entirely at its mercy sent a shiver of discomfort through her. Kaylee felt her apprehension deepen as the robotic arms began to work, wondering if trusting Ash had been a mistake.
The robotic nanny moved rapidly, gently yet unyieldingly, carrying Kaylee to the changing table. As the mechanical arms adjusted her position, straps slid across her waist and shoulders, holding her securely.
“Commencing diaper change protocol,” the nanny’s cheerful voice declared, scanning Kaylee again. “Status: Mild distress detected. Initiating soothing measures.”
Kaylee’s eyes widened as one of the arms reached toward her. “Wait, I don’t need—” she started, but her protest was cut off as the machine smoothly inserted a pacifier into her mouth. The soft click of a locking mechanism followed, sealing it in place.
“Fussiness detected. Pacifier engaged,” the machine announced, its tone calm and matter-of-fact.
Kaylee whimpered behind the pacifier, her cheeks blazing with humiliation as the arms deftly stripped her of her outfit. The dress she’d been wearing was folded and set aside with mechanical efficiency, leaving her exposed except for her soggy diaper. She squirmed against the straps, but they held her firmly as the machine opened the tabs of her diaper.
“Cleaning initiated,” the nanny chirped, lifting her legs with one arm while another arm worked to clean her with precision. The cold sensation of the wipes made Kaylee shudder, her mortification growing with each passing second. As the machine continued, a sensor light flickered, and the nanny paused momentarily.
“Flushed facial temperature detected. Possible fever,” it announced.
Kaylee’s heart sank. She shook her head frantically, trying to signal that she was fine, but the machine was undeterred. Another arm extended with a thermometer, and Kaylee’s muffled protests behind the pacifier turned into a panicked squeal as she realized its intent.
“Hold still, Baby Kaylee,” the nanny said soothingly, lifting her legs higher as the thermometer pressed against her. Gently but firmly, the thermometer pushed into Kaylee’s rear as she let out a yelp. The indignity of the situation brought tears to her eyes, and she bit down on the pacifier, her muffled cries filling the room. After a moment, the machine beeped, withdrawing the thermometer.
“Temperature normal. No fever detected,” it reported, as nothing unusual had occurred.
Kaylee’s face was scarlet as the nanny smoothly powdered her and secured her into a fresh, thick diaper. The padding crinkled loudly as it was fastened snugly around her hips. Before Kaylee could even catch her breath, another arm presented a padded sleeper designed for ultimate confinement.
“Infant sleepwear selected,” the machine declared, slipping the sleeper over her arms and legs with practiced ease. It zipped up the back and locked into place, the mittens and booties rendering her hands and feet useless.
Ash watched from nearby, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. “Well, I didn’t expect it to go quite that far,” she muttered, stepping closer as the machine set Kaylee upright on the table, swaddled in her padded attire.
Kaylee glared at Ash, her muffled protests still audible behind the pacifier. “Okay, okay,” Ash said, raising her hands. “I’ll make adjustments. But I mean, it is thorough, isn’t it?”
Kaylee huffed, the weight of her new outfit and the lingering embarrassment making her sink slightly against the table. She had agreed to this but hadn’t expected it to be this humiliating. The machine’s cheerful efficiency only made it worse.
“Baby Kaylee is ready for rest,” the nanny concluded, lifting her from the table and cradling her gently in its mechanical arms.
The robotic nanny whirred back to life, gently lifting Kaylee from the mat with its mechanical arms. Watching from a few feet away, Ash raised her hands in a calming gesture. “It’s okay, Kaylee,” she said. “It’s just putting you down for a nap. Once it does that, it’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
Kaylee’s eyes widened behind her pacifier; her protests muffled as the machine cradled her securely. “Mmmph!” she tried to cry out, shaking her head as the nanny carried her toward one of the newly uncovered cribs.
“Don’t worry, Baby Kaylee,” the nanny chirped in its cheerful tone. “Nap time is essential for healthy development.”
Kaylee squirmed in the mechanical arms, but the nanny was undeterred. It gently laid her in the crib, the soft mattress cradling her as additional arms descended, swiftly swaddling her in a smooth, snug blanket. The swaddle was expertly tight, rendering her arms and legs immobile.
“Mild distress detected,” the machine noted. Another arm extended with a scanning device, sweeping over Kaylee from head to toe. After a moment, the nanny announced, “Possible mild constipation detected. Adjusting nap time formula accordingly.”
Kaylee’s muffled protests turned into frantic whimpers. Her mind raced as she tried to process the machine's words. “Mmmph! MMPH!” she cried, her voice rising in desperation. She thrashed against the swaddle, but the blanket held firm and her movements barely shifted her position in the crib.
The nanny moved with relentless efficiency. One of its arms retrieved a prepared bottle, attaching it to the end of Kaylee’s pacifier. There was a faint click as the bottle locked into place, and Kaylee felt the first drop of formula enter her mouth. The machine’s programming ensured the pacifier’s flow was perfectly controlled, slowly leaching the liquid into her mouth.
Kaylee’s eyes widened as the taste hit her tongue. The formula was sweet and creamy, but an underlying bitterness hinted at its medicinal properties. She tried to fight it, shaking her head against the soft crib mattress, but the flow continued, steady and unyielding.
“Relax, Baby Kaylee,” the nanny cooed. “This will help you feel better.”
Despite her best efforts, Kaylee’s struggles began to fade as the formula worked its way into her system. Her body grew heavy, and her eyelids drooped against her will. She could feel the faint warmth spreading through her, a drowsiness she couldn’t resist. Her breaths slowed, the muffled protests behind her pacifier dwindling to soft whimpers.
The nanny adjusted the blanket around Kaylee, ensuring she was snug and comfortable. “Nap time initiated,” it announced. “Sweet dreams, Baby Kaylee.”
Kaylee’s last conscious thought was a hazy mixture of indignation and helplessness. Despite her growing frustration with Ash and the machine, the formula’s effects dragged her into a deep, dreamless sleep, leaving her at the mercy of her caregiver—and the relentless robotic nanny.
*
Ash stood at the control console, her fingers flying over the touchpad as she adjusted the settings. She frowned thoughtfully, tweaking a few parameters to ensure the nanny system wouldn’t go overboard again. "Okay, let’s tone down the ‘infant care’ mode just a notch," she muttered, scrolling through the options.
Satisfied, she stepped back into the playroom to check on Kaylee. The sight before her immediately softened her eyes. Kaylee was already passed out in the crib, the swaddle snug around her, and her pacifier still connected to the now-empty bottle. She was nursing it idly in her sleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.
Ash approached quietly, her boots muffled against the padded flooring. She leaned over the crib, smiling warmly as she brushed a stray lock of hair out of Kaylee’s face. “You must’ve been so tired to knock out that fast,” Ash murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can’t say I blame you. It’s been a long day.”
She lingered for a moment, watching Kaylee sleep. Despite the surreal and often frustrating circumstances they found themselves in, Ash couldn’t help but feel a pang of protectiveness. Kaylee looked so peaceful, her usual sharp wit and guarded demeanor replaced by the vulnerability of sleep. For a fleeting moment, Ash saw not the Amazon who had betrayed her but someone who was just as lost and struggling as she was.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Ash straightened and glanced around the room. “Guess this frees me up to get some more work done,” she said softly. She draped a spare blanket over the crib, dimming the lights slightly to create a more restful atmosphere.
Turning on her heel, Ash walked back toward the daycare’s main area, her mind shifting gears. There was still so much to finalize before opening day; for now, she had the rare luxury of time to focus without interruption. Still, she couldn’t shake the faint twinge of guilt lingering in her mind as she left Kaylee to rest.
“Rest up, Kaylee,” Ash whispered, glancing back at the crib one last time before diving back into her work.
Ash worked diligently, with the hum of the daycare’s systems and the faint whir of machinery being her only company. The newly finished floors gleamed under the overhead lights, and she busied herself arranging furniture, checking inventory, and organizing the final touches for opening day. Occasionally, she glanced toward the crib where Kaylee slept peacefully, still tightly swaddled.
Her focus shifted back to her tasks until the robotic nanny approached the crib, its cheerful tone breaking the quiet. “Baby Kaylee requires a diaper change; poopy diaper detected,” it announced, extending an arm to scan Kaylee’s blanket-wrapped form.
Ash froze mid-motion, turning to watch as the nanny methodically worked. Poopy diaper? she thought, incredulity written across her face. She stepped closer, her curiosity overriding her usual hesitation with the machine. Kaylee stirred slightly as the nanny unwrapped her and expertly lifted her legs, exposing the back of her diaper. The visible bulge and the nanny’s confirmation made Ash’s jaw drop.
“No way,” Ash muttered under her breath, watching the nanny change Kaylee with its precise mechanical efficiency. Kaylee, still asleep, barely reacted as the machine cleaned, powdered, and rediapered her.
Ash’s mind reeled. Had Kaylee pooped in her sleep? She may have the body of a baby, but she had the control of an adult, Ash knew. What was going on?
Her confusion quickly turned into unease. Something about this felt off, and Ash couldn’t leave it unexplored. Ash walked briskly to the control console as the nanny finished its task and tucked Kaylee back into the crib. Her fingers moved with purpose as she navigated through the nanny’s logs, searching for an explanation.
It didn’t take long for her to find it. Her heart sank as she read the details. The formula Kaylee had consumed wasn’t just for nutrition—it had been mixed with mild laxatives and a sedative to encourage “infant-like behavior.” Ash felt her cheeks burn with shame as the realization hit her.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, her voice thick with guilt. “Kaylee…”
The weight of her decision to test the nanny pressed down on her. She had activated the machine without fully understanding its programming, and now Kaylee was paying the price. Her initial amusement at the situation was replaced with a deep regret.
Ash leaned against the console, rubbing her temples. She glanced back at the crib, where Kaylee was still fast asleep, oblivious to the humiliation she’d endured. “I shouldn’t have let this happen,” Ash muttered. “I need to fix this.”
She resolved to make adjustments immediately. Powering down the nanny’s more invasive protocols was the first step. Whatever had happened today wouldn’t happen again, not on her watch. But as she worked, Ash couldn’t shake the nagging question at the back of her mind: How would Kaylee react when she found out?
Ash returned to the crib, her heart heavy with guilt. She leaned over and gently scooped Kaylee into her arms, cradling her against her chest. Kaylee stirred at the movement, her eyes fluttering open, though she still seemed woozy.
“I’m so sorry, Kaylee,” Ash whispered, her voice trembling regretfully. “I didn’t realize… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Kaylee groaned softly, shifting slightly in Ash’s arms as her mind slowly pieced together what had happened. Her lips moved behind the pacifier, which was still secured in her mouth, and Ash quickly reached up to remove it. “Here, let me—”
Kaylee interrupted her with a glare. “What did it do to me?” she asked, her voice weak but edged with irritation. “Why do I feel so—” She paused, wincing as a cramp rippled through her, making her groan, her hand going to her tummy.
Ash blinked in alarm. “Wait, do you… need to go again?”
Kaylee’s flushed face whipped toward her, her eyes wide with indignation and humiliation. “Again? What do you mean, ‘again’? What are you talking about?”
Ash hesitated, her guilt evident. “The nanny… it, um, already changed you earlier,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaylee’s face turned beet red. “It what?” she squeaked, her mortification mounting. “You mean I—while I was asleep?”
Ash nodded hesitantly, her eyes darting away as she adjusted her grip on Kaylee. “Yeah… I didn’t realize what was in the bottle. It had… additives. I’m so sorry, Kaylee. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Kaylee whimpered, burying her face in her hands as her stomach cramped again. “Oh my god,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her palms. “This is so humiliating.”
Ash hugged her a little tighter, her voice soft and soothing. “It’s okay. Just go, and I’ll change you right away. I promise this won’t happen again. I’ve already adjusted the settings.”
Kaylee pulled her hands away, glaring at Ash through her humiliation. “You want me to just… go? Right here?”
Ash nodded gently, her tone apologetic but firm. “You shouldn’t hold it. It’s not good for you, and I’ll take care of it right away. I owe you that much.”
Kaylee bit her lip, torn between her pride and her body’s urgent need. Another cramp hit, and she whimpered softly, finally conceding with a resigned nod.
Ash held her close, rubbing her back to comfort her. “It’s okay, Kaylee,” she murmured. “Just let it happen. I’ll fix this. I promise.”
As Kaylee began to relax, her body giving in, she closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks burning with shame. Ash could feel her trembling slightly in her arms, and she whispered another heartfelt apology, wishing she could take away Kaylee’s humiliation and discomfort.
As Kaylee relaxed in Ash’s arms, her body finally gave in. A muffled noise escaped her lips, and Ash could feel the diaper pressed against her arm swell and expand. The warmth spread quickly as Kaylee’s mess filled the back of her diaper, the snug padding crinkling softly with each weight shift.
Kaylee buried her face in Ash’s chest, her mortification palpable. “I can’t believe this,” she whimpered, her voice muffled against Ash’s shirt. Her small frame trembled with embarrassment, and Ash felt her heart clench with guilt.
“It’s okay,” Ash whispered, her voice gentle. She rubbed Kaylee’s back in soothing circles, holding her tightly as the girl finished. The distinct feeling of the diaper sagging slightly in her arms was unmistakable, a stark reminder of the situation.
Once Kaylee was done, she released a shaky breath, still refusing to lift her head from Ash’s chest. Ash adjusted her grip, carefully carrying her over to the changing table. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh? I wanted extra practice before the daycare opened, but I can’t believe I found someone so willing to give me that practice,” she said teasingly as she set Kaylee down.
Kaylee groaned, her cheeks flushing deeper as she glared at Ash.
Ash chuckled softly as she wiped Kaylee clean with practiced ease. “Hey, gotta find the humor somewhere, right?” she said, rolling up the soiled diaper and tossing it into the bin. She reached for a fresh one, quickly sliding it under Kaylee and taping it snugly.
“Good as new,” Ash announced, lifting Kaylee off the changing table and settling her back in her arms. “Though, I’ll be honest… I think we’ll get plenty of practice with this today until those meds work their way out of your system.”
Kaylee sighed, resting her forehead against Ash’s shoulder. “Lucky me,” she muttered dryly, though her tone had a hint of warmth. Despite the humiliation, there was comfort in Ash’s care, and she couldn’t deny the strange solace it brought her.
Ash adjusted Kaylee in her arms, her expression apologetic as she carried her back toward the main area of the daycare. “I really am sorry,” she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kaylee’s flushed face. “This isn’t how I wanted today to go.”
Kaylee sighed, leaning slightly into Ash’s embrace. “I know,” she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation. “At least the place looks amazing. You’ve done a great job… I just wish I wasn’t one of its first patrons.”
Ash chuckled, her lips curving into a small grin as she entered the daycare’s central room. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, shifting Kaylee slightly so she could gesture at the freshly completed space. “We’re set to open tomorrow. Until I can hire some real helpers, I’ll be relying on that nanny system—and, well, changing many diapers myself.”
Kaylee arched a brow, her tone dry but with a faint hint of amusement. “Then you’d better ensure you’ve got all the kinks ironed out before you have a room full of Littles.”
Ash winced playfully, nodding as she carried Kaylee over to one of the rocking chairs and sat down, settling her comfortably on her lap. “Fair point,” she admitted. “Today’s been… an eye-opener. I’ll do a full system check tonight, I promise.”
Kaylee rolled her eyes but smirked faintly, the tension between them easing slightly. “Good,” she said. “I’d hate to see someone else end up in my position.”
Ash laughed softly, shaking her head. “Noted. I’ll make sure everything is perfect before the doors open. This place is going to be amazing—you’ll see.”
Kaylee sighed again, glancing around the room, Ash’s hand idly patting Kaylee’s diapered rear. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but admire the thought and care Ash had put into the daycare. “It does look incredible,” she admitted quietly. “You’re going to make a lot of Littles happy here.”
Ash’s smile softened, her hand rubbing gentle circles on Kaylee’s back. “Thanks, Kaylee,” she said. “That means a lot.”
The two stood in the center of the daycare, the room bathed in the soft glow of its overhead lights, each lost in their thoughts. The faint hum of the automated systems filled the silence, and the polished floors and colorful decor provided an almost surreal backdrop to their moment of reflection.
Kaylee broke the stillness, her voice hesitant but firm. “I know I don’t want to be cared for by the Nanny, but… maybe leaving it as is isn’t a bad idea. It’s what Amazons expect, after all. Littles who come here might even feel safer knowing the Nanny is… doing its job.”
Ash winced at the suggestion, her expression hardening slightly. “I can’t do that, Kaylee,” she said firmly. “I can’t, in good faith, perpetuate the same cycle that broke me. Inside these walls, this is my domain, not theirs. If Littles come here, they will be cared for with dignity, not treated like dolls for Amazon amusement.”
Kaylee studied her for a long moment, her gaze thoughtful. Finally, she nodded. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Ash,” she said softly, her tone carrying a warning. “But… I like where your head is at. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”
Ash smiled faintly, though the tension in her shoulders didn’t ease. “I appreciate that,” she said. “I just… I need this place to be different, Kaylee. For Littles, for me, for anyone who walks through those doors. If I start compromising now, where does it stop?”
Kaylee sighed, shifting slightly in Ash’s arms. “Fair enough,” she admitted. “Just… be careful. The wrong Amazon catches wind of what you’re doing here, and you’ll have more than just a few angry clients.”
Ash nodded, her resolve firm. “I know the risks,” she said quietly. “But I also know what’s right. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make this place safe for the Littles who need it.”
Kaylee’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Then I’ll do what I can to help,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “Even if it means… putting up with this for a while.”
Ash’s smile grew slightly wider, and she adjusted Kaylee in her arms. “Thanks, Kaylee,” she said, her tone warm. “That means a lot.”
The two stood there momentarily longer, taking in the space around them. The daycare was nearly ready, and so were they—though both knew the road ahead would be anything but easy. Still, as they exchanged a small, understanding glance, a quiet sense of hope began to bloom between them. For now, it was enough.