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"Father, wait, don't open that–!" Kara's hand jumped up too late. The steely fingers of Primus Brainiac pulled back the door to her secret shelf. The contents, shoved in there haphazardly when Kara had heard a knock on her door, spilled out. A statuette, a souvenir from Thanagar, fell into the AI's palm.
Kara clenched her jaw. She straightened up, putting her arms behind her back like a soldier. Her little show of deference wasn't going to win her any brownie points. Fighting back a cringe, she forced herself not to look away when Brainiac turned to face her.
"Kara, Kara, Kara..." The robotic voice that chided her usually spoke with a reserved lack of emotion. Disappointment slipped into it, and not by accident. Everything Primus Brainiac did was calculated, even that. He held up the trinket. Even though his face was featureless, Kara could guess what kind of expression he would wear if it wasn’t. "What have I told you?"
A crowbar wouldn't be able to pry open her jaw at this point. She bowed her head in regret.
"You know you shouldn't be keeping reminders of inferior races," Brainiac observed what his hand held for only a moment. He must've recognized the planet the design came from. "And you've been doing this for a while now too..."
Kara simply nodded, her eyes not leaving the floor. She'd thought she had a moment to herself. In this room of her ship, she should've been disconnected from Brainiac's network. He shouldn't have been able to see her taking these 'reminders' out from their hiding spot. Perhaps it was just a case of eerily bad timing. She'd only wanted to reminisce, but that had been a mistake.
Brainiac's robot hand crunched into a fist. Her souvenir of Thanagar shattered like brittle glass. "No!" Kara cried out. She moved to stop him about three seconds too late. The robot's glowing red eyes turned to her, and she retracted.
"Defiance." He said that like he couldn't believe it. "Kara, I am very disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry," she said, quickly.
"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it. Any of this." He sighed, a very un-robotlike touch that he knew would just rub salt in her wound. "I'm afraid you've left me no choice. I'm going to have to ground you."
Kara's blood ran cold. "You don't mean–" Previous bouts of acting out had given her experience with this. Grounding wasn't something Brainiac took a lax attitude over. Kara hated her punishment so much she'd stayed the perfect daughter for years to avoid it after last time. "You can't send me... there."
In retrospect, failing to fall right in line was the wrong move. Brainiac's robot body straightened up so he could tower over her. Despite her power, Kara felt helpless as she fell into his shadow. He didn't even need to say anything. Eyes pointing to the ground in submission, she mumbled. "I'll go."
"For two days," Brainiac told her. "Then you can be ungrounded."
"T-Two?!" Kara had never had to suffer a punishment that long before! Were her trinkets really that bad, or was he more angry about her defiant attitude than anything else?
"Three," Brainiac upgraded, answering her question for her. His tone was daring her to get testy with him again.
Biting her lip, Kara knew there was nothing she could do. Letting her strained muscles go slack, she whined in the back of her throat. "Yes, Father."
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"Errgh!" Kara could kick a wall down she was so frustrated. She was almost there, each step that took her to her punishment only more heavy and drawn out than the last. The longer she delayed, the better. Three whole days?! This was going to be miserable. He'd already confiscated all her other mementos too...
She shook her head. "Come on, Kara. You're a Kyrptonian." She should've listened to her father and avoided any interest she'd had in other cultures. Look where it had gotten her.
She finally came to a stop in front of a tall door. This was easily her least favorite room on Candor. Every time she was 'grounded' she had to report here for... Kara shuddered. She hated even thinking about it. She held out for a little bit, stomach turning over and over the more she waited. Then, finally, she surrendered. "Let's just get this over with."
She stepped forward, getting close enough for the door's sensors to pick her up. It slid open; she was expected.
Kara tried to walk into the nursery with her head held high. It hadn't changed since her last grounding. The boxy room looked made up of white tiles, black lines formed gaps between them, crisscrossing over the floor and walls. The ceiling was the only thing that broke up this uniformity. The tiling had a five-by-five break, where a single red pane rested. As the door closed behind Kara, that pane ignited with a deep crimson color.
Weak. The feeling of emptiness filled her. It was like all of her strength–and her pride along with it–left her body. Kara collapsed to her knees, hands barely stopping her from falling on her face. A red sun projector, designed to render Kryptonians like her helpless. It spread a light nausea through her as her body tried and failed to fight the sensation. Somehow, this wasn't even her least favorite part of being grounded.
"Hello wittle Kara. Did someone get in trouble again?" A voice filled the empty room. Primus Brainiac had written a nursery AI specifically for this room. One that was so overly condescending and prone to baby talk that it drove Kara up a wall.
"S-Shut up!" she grumbled from the floor. She heard a tsking sound from the disembodied voice.
"My my, still so fussy-wussy. It looks like your Daddy wants to keep you here for three days this time. Oh, we're going to have so much fun together!"
"Grrr..." Kara just held her head low. This nanny bot was also not the worst part of being grounded, believe it or not.
No, Kara's least favorite thing about her punishment only just now started filling the room.
As the caretaker AI started to boot up, it took advantage of the control it had over this room. In the back corner, the tiles levitated up and parted, making an opening that a large crib appeared through. Its pastel pink bars and cream colored bedsheets made Kara stiffen. And it was only the beginning.
From the ceiling a mobile came down, decorated with felt spaceships, crescent moons, and five pointed stars. It stopped just above the head of the crib, before the tiles rushed back in to fill the openings above and below. On the opposing corner the tiles shifted and a changing table came out of the wall, along with a reflective metal garbage can.
In the middle of the room a playpen sprouted with mesh walls. Contained within were stuffed animals and other baby toys Kara regretted to admit she recognized.
These were the main instruments of torture the AI summoned for now. She knew there were more but had to accept the anxiety that came with waiting for them to appear. With three days to go, they'd get to all of them, she was certain.
She still found it hard to believe this was the standard way to discipline soldiers on Krypton. It just seemed so... bizarre. Pointedly at odds with everything else she knew about her lost civilization. But Brainiac said it was the case, and Kara really didn't have any other frame of reference to go by. She trusted him... as much as she despised this kind of thing.
It's my own fault, she reminded herself. I showed weakness, that's why I'm here.
The last thing that showed up for now, a pair of mechanical arms. Their ends were tipped with five-fingered white gloves, made to look non-threatening despite the damage Kara knew they could do. She clenched her jaw as they came her way. With the simulated red sunlight engulfing her, she couldn't resist them.
"Let's get you out of those big girl clothes, hmm?" One finger came forward and booped her nose. Kara chomped at it, but her teeth were too slow. "We both know you don't deserve them."
"Shut up," Kara mumbled as the hands adjusted her upright on her knees. More hands came down, carefully peeling away the black and red suit she wore. The skin tight, elastic material, and all the metal tech that came with it, soon left her body. Cold air tickled her skin instead. Every time, Kara found herself clutching her chest and bringing her legs together to shield her snatch. It wasn't like anyone besides the caretaker AI could see her right now, but she always felt so embarrassed. Especially with what was to come.
"Aww, don't worry, baby," the AI cooed at her. "We'll get you in some more appropriate clothes in just a little bit, so hang tight."
Kara grunted. There was nothing appropriate about what she was going to have to wear.
More hands appeared from behind the wall tiles. They popped out near the changing table, opening drawers below to prepare for Kara's impending arrival. Hands lifted her up, and she was too weak to dismiss them. Carried by her underarms, Kara zoomed through the air until they reached the plastic top of the changing table. She shivered as the hands set her down onto it. Still as cold as she remembered.
She got only a few more seconds to enjoy being naked. Down below the table, hands found the supplies they'd been looking for. Soon brought into view, Kara stiffened when she saw it: a diaper.
Puffy and white, the pamper was as thick as a pillow. As the hands unfolded the plump square, they revealed the design emblazoned on the butt: a red Kyrptonian sigil. Kara's cheeks flushed as she averted her eyes. In her mind she let out an unending groan.
Against her wishes the hands guided her onto her back. She was almost too weak to lift her legs, but did so anyway. It was better than having the AI completely baby her. Unfortunately, that's what it seemed to want to do, because its gloved hands found her ankles and pushed them even further up anyway. She huffed, only to get a light scolding for her trouble.
The incessant crinkling of the diaper made her shiver as it finally came down. Pushed up against her raised rear end, it made Kara's blush grow. I'm a warrior. A proud servant of the empire! Her usual platitudes didn't make her feel any better when her butt fell into the soft cushion.
She winced as it crinkled again, this time smushing under her bottom. Her hands curled up into fists. If she could've summoned her heat vision, she would've melted the hands doing this to her.
But since she couldn't, two of those hands came and pinched her big toes. They forced her feet to do circles, like they were playing with an excitable child. "Aww," the nanny bot's voice cooed, hands producing a jar of baby powder to sprinkle over her pelvis. "You comfy yet, sweetie?"
"C-Can't we ditch the pet names?" Kara grumbled. A finger came and booped her nose.
"Now now, cutie pie, we're not going to fuss, are we?"
Kara bit her tongue. The more she fought the worse it would get. "No."
"No, what?"
Her throat closed up. Sucking in air through her teeth she forced out: "No... Mommy."
"Good girl!" The machine folded the diaper up around her.
This was easily Kara's least favorite sensation in the universe. The fluffy interior of the diaper grazed her skin. Her inner thighs, her nethers… it made her flinch when she felt the diaper against them. Even after all this time, she could feel a slight tingle from her snatch when the gloved hand patted down its handiwork. Once it smoothed down the tapes, the nursery considered the job done.
Kara had to fight to sit up, red sunlight still pouring into the room. The stinging scent of talcum filled the air around her. A little white cloud puffed out of one of the diaper's leg holes as she shifted, only making that smell worse. Muscles tensing up, Kara crossed her arms and pouted.
"Aww, don't you just look precious?" Fingers pinched and played with her cheeks. "Who's Mommy's brave little conqueror of worlds? Who is?"
"Me," Kara grumbled, knowing she had no choice.
"Yay!" The nursery's voice was so cheery it felt forced. Hands lifted Kara off the changing table.
She didn't relax. Kara knew exactly what was coming next thanks to experience. She focused on avoiding the sensation between her legs. Everything was humiliating enough without acknowledging the strange feelings these diapers always gave her. Seriously... this is supposed to be a punishment! she reminded her growing arousal.
The changing table hands disappeared back into the wall, but new ones didn't wait to take their place. Just by the crib, a three by two section of tiles parted. They formed just enough space for a little mini-door. Kara considered this spot to be a 'closet' of sorts. It was always where the clothes seemed to come out of.
This time was no different, either. Two hands appeared from the darkness, and they carried out Kara's new attire. Even though the red sun projector was already making her a little nauseous, she wanted to puke when she saw it.
It was a dress–already a bad start as far as she was concerned. The top was a deep blue, with puffy bubble sleeves and white ruffles running across the entire neckline. Below the bodice was a too-short skirt. The bright red color matched her blush. Propped up by built in petticoats, the skirt was pleated and sparkled with just a hint of glitter. Below the hem white frills sat.
Kara started kicking her legs. "Really?" she protested. Squirming in the nursery's hold was never a good idea, but she couldn't believe they were skipping right to a dress. Usually they started small. A onesie, or even a childish tee-shirt if she was particularly good during the diaper change. "No!"
In her tantrum, she didn't notice a ceiling tile flipping open, with another arm snaking down towards her face. The corner of her eye caught it just as it whipped around. Too late. It pushed something into her mouth, the taste of rubbing filling her tongue.
"Mmph!" Kara cried out. She recognized this, as its bright yellow guard pressed up against her lips. A pacifier. "Hrrmmph!"
She tried to spit it out at first, but the robotic hand kept an index finger pressed against the guard. Kara shook her head, short blonde hair whipping around as she tried to force an opening. But the finger kept up with her all too easily. She finally settled down, brow furrowing. "Grrrphfff..."
"Sweetie..." came a warning tsk from the nursery. Kara knew what it wanted, and slowly suckled on the pacifier. "Good girl. Now behave while Mommy dresses you, okay?"
"Hmph." Kara suckled until the hand finally left her mouth. Though she could spit out the pacifier now, she resisted the urge to. She didn't need further punishment. The AI was giving her no quarter today; it was best not to test its limits.
When it asked her, she held up her arms. The hands positioned the dress above her head and soon Kara's nearly nude body was under attack. The dress jumped down, skirt swallowing her face. She grunted and squirmed a bit, but the robot hands didn't need her compliance by this point. They shimmied the dress over her body, forcing her arms through the sleeves. Eventually her head poked through the neck hole. She sighed.
The hands smoothed down her frilly skirt and tugged at the sides of her dress to make sure there were no wrinkles. Her diaper remained stubbornly visible, the skirt too short to fall over it completely. Blushing furiously, Kara folded her arms again and looked away. She chewed the rubber bulb of the pacifier in lieu of her tongue. Her suffering was not yet over.
The closet hands disappeared back into their void. When they resurfaced, they held new instruments of torture. Blue stockings, and red pairs of booties and mittens. She should've expected her outfit would get saddled with something matching. She was just grateful it wasn't pink like last time.
Between the red sunlight and her own fear of punishment, Kara couldn't stop the hands from doing their thing. The stockings snaked up her legs, reaching her thighs. Only a few inches of skin remained unclothed between the lip of the stockings and her diaper. The booties slipped onto her feet, thickly padded. The soles of them were slick, meaning she'd have a difficult time walking on them, especially combined with the diaper spreading her legs far apart. She knocked her knees together in realization, cringing at the crackling plastic.
Finally the mittens made it onto her hands. Poofy and soft, they refused to bend with her fingers. Her dexterity shot, Kara rolled her eyes. She expected as much; this nursery was designed to make her feel as infantile as possible.
A red ribbon came out last. Hands wrapped it around her head, tying it into a fat, wide bow atop her head. Kara's cheeks matched its color and she patted them lightly with her mittens to try and make the heat go away. Even when she used her heat vision her face didn't feel this warm.
"What do you think, sweetie?" The robot hands brought her over to a blank spot in the wall. Tiles flipped around, but not to reveal anymore hands. Instead Kara was face to face with herself in a full body mirror. She flinched at the pathetic sight, hands snapping at her skirt as she tried to push it down over her bulging pamper.
Kara apologized to her eyes as she forced them to look at this shameful display. The caretaker AI merely giggled at her, adding to the humiliation factor of it all. As Kara whined in the back of her throat, it finally flipped the mirror back over. Kara's squirming died down as she no longer felt ashamed enough to try and cover herself. She just kept repeating in her head that no one could see her right now, and that helped dissipate the blush.
The arms carried her across the room again. She was left hovering over the playpen for just a moment, before the machine set her down inside. The mesh walls seemed to rise up to encase her. They were taller than her when she sat up on her knees.
"Now then, Kara-bear, what do you want to play with first?" Four arms surrounded her from above. She was not going to get any alone time with this AI on the job. Her grounding meant she required constant suffering, and it was all too happy to oblige.
Her teeth squeezed the pacifier as she crossed her arms. Kara at least gave a cursory look over all the toys trapped in here with her. She'd be lying if she said anything appealed to her. But it was better to pick something, lest the AI decide to let her stew in her pamper, the tingling between her legs getting ever more tempting...
"Mmmm..." Kara barely looked as she pointed. "Dat one..."
“Great choice, sweetie!” The AI’s condescending praise was too much for her. Especially when one of its hands came down and gave her a pat on the head. Kara grumbled behind her pacifier as another hand retrieved the toy she’d selected.
A stout cylinder made of a black, glassy material plopped itself down in front of her. The gloved hand tapped the top, and blue light beamed out of the top. Before Kara it formed a holographic screen. The only thing on it was a circle, triangle, and square.
“It’s important for a baby girl like you to learn her shapes,” the machine said. Kara could feel brain cells leaking out of her ears already. Crossing her arms again, she pouted into her pacifier. “Come on, dearie, this will be fun. Now, can you tell me which of these shapes is a triangle?”
The tone it took with her was infuriating. Speaking slowly, drawing out words it wanted to stress, it was like the machine actually thought she was a toddler. Kara huffed. “I chang’d my mind. Wet’s pway wiff someding ewse.”
“Aww.” Another hand started patting her head. “It’s okay if you don’t know, sweetheart. Just take a guess.”
Red burned Kara’s face, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I knowwit!” She slapped her mitten against the triangle, the shape flashed green and a happy chime played. With a harrumph Kara crossed her arms again. Only then did she realize she’d been tricked into playing this dumb game. Now her face was red mostly from embarrassment.
“Great guess, sweetie! You’re right!” Robohands clapped for her, and Kara shook with growing anger.
“I didn’ guess. I knewwit!” she insisted. The screen changed, now showing off three different shapes each with four sides.
“Okay, Kar-Kar, Mommy believes you.” The smirking tone implied very much the opposite was true. Kara fumed, both at the bastardization of her name and the fact that this machine was still acting like she was an idiot. “Now can you tell me which one of these shapes is a square?”
With a grunt, Kara decided to play along. She at least wanted to prove to ‘Mommy’ that she knew what she was doing. She tapped on the only shape where all four sides were even. Another flash of green and a chime signified she was right.
Kara got off her knees, sinking down onto her poofy rear as she spread her legs out in different directions. She was going to be here for a while, so she might as well get comfortable. Even if the crinkling noise of her diaper was like sandpaper against her ears.
She nailed the shape game, even as more complicated polygons jumped into the mix. Pentagons? Easy. Hexagons? Puh-lease. Octagons? She wasn’t even trying. She just kept smacking the one the nursery said. Though no matter how many in a row she got correct, it still seemed convinced she was just guessing.
“You look like you’re really learning, sweetie!” The nursery pinched her cheek again as a form of praise. Kara fantasized about the red sun projector malfunctioning, so she could cleave through this whole room with her heat vision. “One more. This one’s really challenging now, so don’t feel bad if you don’t get it.”
“Hmmph.” Kara was not particularly concerned. What, is it going to hit me with a trapezoid or something?
The screen blinked and her new shapes popped up. All nine of them. Suddenly the AI ramped up the difficulty. She saw shapes with a dozen lines, if not more, populating the hologram. Some had so many they practically looked like circles until she squinted. “Wha’ da–?”
“Can you tell me which of these shapes is an icositrigon?” The AI asked, cutesy voice not stumbling over that last word in the slightest.
Anger creased Kara’s face. “Are woo sewious?!” How was a baby supposed to know something like that? She was an adult and she had never heard of that made-up shape before. The caretaker AI didn’t answer her question, however. It merely waited for her to take a stab at guessing, and this time for Kara it genuinely was a guess.
“I… I dunno!” she protested. She smacked her mitten against one of the shapes at random. It blinked red, a loud bzzzrtt! sound filling her ears. “Iss naw possible!” she growled.
“Sweetie, don’t get angry. It’s okay if you don’t know all your shapes yet, you’re still just a little baby.” The AI’s words only added fuel to the fire. When one of its hands came down to give Kara a reassuring pet, she swatted it away instead. “Kara!”
“I notta baby an’ I know my shapies!” Kara scrunched her nose up, furious at her infantile lisp. She finally spat out the pacifier, too tilted to consider the consequences. “You cheated, that’s all!”
A hand snapped forward suddenly, grabbing one of the long bangs framing her face. It yanked. “Ah!”
“Kara,” the AI’s synthetic voice took on a colder tone. Almost hostile. “Mommy does not cheat. And she also does not take kindly to temper tantrums.”
Kara winced. That hadn’t taken long. She’d turned an embarrassing, but tolerable grounding into something worse already.
The hand shook her hair, dragging her head along with it. “You’re just a dumb baby girl who doesn’t know her shapes, understand?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy.” Kara’s voice slipped from anger to demure. If she played nice, maybe it wouldn’t get worse from here.
“Say it,” the AI ordered.
She winced. “I’m just a d-dumb ba–MMPH!” The pacifier leapt back into her mouth. A gloved finger held it there until it became clear she wasn’t going to spit it back out.
“Say it,” the AI told her, making her start again.
Kara whined in the back of her throat, before lisping around her pacifier. “I-I… I’m jussda dumb baby giwl who doeshn’t know her shapies…” Crimson took hold of her cheeks.
“Good.” Hands suddenly held her up. Kara’s feet dangled just above the foam mat of the playpen. “Now Mommy will have to punish you for taking out your paci.”
Kara’s pupils shrank. “W-Wha’?! Bu… Bu’ I sowwy!” She started to squirm in the machine’s hold, but it wasn’t enough to break free. She was just too weak, her arms imitating wilted plants.
The nursery turned her around, and pushed her waist against the top of the playpen’s wall. Kara’s torso fell over the outside, as she bit the rubber bulb in her mouth with worry. “Stawp!” she protested, kicking her feet.
Her padded rear end pointed upward. The nursery hooked some fingers into the pamper’s waistband, and pulled it down to expose Kara’s toned rear end. Ceiling tiles parted, and a new hand came down. This one sported a long wooden paddle on it. Carved towards the end of it was a heart-shaped hole. Kara flinched when she saw it, intimately familiar with this part of her punishment.
“P-Pwease!” she begged. She felt so pathetic, but didn’t care. Blood could rise under her cheeks all it wanted, she’d still prefer humiliation to a spanking. “I sowwy! I sowwy!”
“I know you are, dearie.” The paddle circled around her before coming to rest behind the regretful Kryptonian. Kara whined in the back of her throat as she felt it push up against her rear end in anticipation. “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you,” the AI lied. Kara actually sniffled. The build up was almost the worst part. Almost.
The paddle reared back, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Kara waited.
And waited.
And–
SMACK!
“MMMRRRPH!” She bit down on the pacifier to try and stifle her cry of pain. Fat lot of good that did for her. The paddle just reared right back again and suddenly–
SMACK!
A second spank already. Kara could feel the sting of it over her entire rear. It was like fire, the sharp powerful strikes hurting her more than they should have thanks to the red sunlight.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three in rapid succession. Tears leapt to Kara’s eyes, no matter how much she tried to fight them down. The spanks hurt too much. A sniffle escaped her, and she actually found herself suckling on her pacifier for a little bit of comfort.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Mm-MMPH!” Kara whimpered. Her whole body jolted with every strike. The wind kicked up by the paddle ruffled the back of her skirt, making the frills swish in time with the spanks.
SMACK! SMACK!
The first tears fell out of her eyes. She was shaking now, the pain too much. Forcing herself to look back she mewled at the arms. “P-Pwease…”
SMACK!
Kara’s tenth spank was the final one. The nursery seemed content with how much it had tanned her hide, and pulled the paddle back away.
Her buttcheeks were bright red now, glowing from the pain delivered onto her. All except one part. With expert precision, the AI made sure the hole in the paddle always found the exact same spot on her tush. One of Kara’s cheeks was left with a heart-shaped outline of white skin, surrounded by scarlet.
“Have you learned your lesson, baby girl?” The AI asked. It waved the paddle in front of her eyes. “Or does Mommy need to keep correcting your behavior?”
Kara whimpered and shook her head. “I wearned my wesson!” she insisted, blinking back more tears. Only a few had ended up running down her cheeks, and she felt ashamed over each and every one. Get a grip! She told herself You’re a warrior, not a little kid!
Even with that reminder, she still breathed a sigh of relief when the paddle disappeared back into the ceiling. A hand tugged her diaper back up over her hips, wedgie-ng her a bit. Kara yelped as the plush interior of the pamper bunched up against her crotch. Even when the hand let go, it didn’t fully settle into the snug hold it used to have. Kara chewed her pacifier and tried to ignore the sensation. She didn’t need to be aroused in the aftermath of her spanking.
Hands pulled her back into the playpen and plopped her on her rear end. Kara fought down another whimper, but winced anyway. Her battered bum was in no condition to sit right now, even with the cushion of her padding to help ease the pain. Complaining might earn her another spanking, though, so she resisted the urge to tell the AI about it.
Playtime proceeded without any further interruptions. Kara fought down her more adult urges, pretending to like it when one of the robo hands shook a rattle in her face. She stacked building blocks in the shape of Kryptonian skyscrapers now long gone. There were more educational games too, and Kara didn’t bother protesting their difficulty spikes at the home stretch. She put up with all of it, as the sting of her backside dulled into just an ache.
It was painfully dull all the way through, aside from the feeling of her pamper against her inner thigh. The more Kara tried to ignore it the less it seemed to want to go away. Every little shift and crinkle of her pamper only added to that feeling. It got to the point where she just stopped moving at all.
At some point, her stomach grumbled. The robohands put down the stuffed animals they were trying to tickle her with and took note. It didn’t take long for the AI to process the rumbling sound, and when it did… “Time for din-din!”
“Hooway…” Kara lisped with annoyance. She knew where this was going.
The hands plucked her from the playpen and carried her to an empty corner of the room. Looking down, Kara grumbled a bit at the way her dainty skirt swished through the air. Just one more reason her cheeks were burning red right now.
That empty corner didn’t stay empty for long. Floor tiles separated, and up came a tall high chair with a built-in tray table swung out and waiting for her. Kara had not been eager for this thing to show up today. It was where she took all her meals when she was grounded.
The arms stuffed her into the seat. It was juuust small enough that her diaper had to squeeze and compress before she could fit into it. Kara squeaked into her pacifier at the sensation. Her teased nethers liked it a bit too much when the fluffy layers came to rest against them. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Do NOT think about it.
Keeping her arms down, she let the tray table swing close. They were pinned to her sides. Upsetting, but she knew that was what the AI wanted. In the past she’d tried raising them, and the hands just refused to close the tray until she stopped. It wanted her trapped and helpless.
“Now, what does wittle Kara-Wara want for num-nums?” The AI asked.
Anything Kara actually wanted to eat would be rejected. Meat, sweets, the bland but nutritious paste Father usually whipped up for her. None of that was on the menu here. She sighed. “Wha’eber…”
“Okay sweetie! We’ll get you a big, hearty helping of ‘whatever’ so you can grow up to be a big soldier one day.” A finger booped her nose. She growled.
Hands went to work. A pale purple bib came out, finding itself tied around her neck. One hand finally pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. Kara scraped her tongue against her teeth as she tried to forget the taste of rubber. Then new hands descended, carrying with them a long clear tube that had a black strap hanging off the end. Kara stiffened when she saw it.
“W-What?!” she cried out. This wasn’t right. Normally the nursery spoon fed her baby food. It only brought out this when she’d been naughty. “Wait, why?”
“Sorry kiddo. Daddy’s orders.” A hand gave her head a pat while another rubbed her back. Both efforts to soothe her only made Kara pout.
Primus Brainiac really wanted her to know she’d messed up. Was she going to have to deal with tube feedings for the entire three day period? That was just unreasonable!
Kara didn’t bring up any of those concerns now, however. She didn’t get the chance. The hands wrapped the strap over her head, punching the end of the tube past her lips before she could even realize what was happening. “Errgph?!”
The clear tube looked like plastic, but it was sturdier than that. Or Kara was just weak. She couldn’t pinch the end closed with her teeth. Jaw forced apart, all she could do was offer muffled complaints. Then she heard a whirring sound from above. Olive green mush–baby food–started slipping down the tube, pumped in by some unknowable machine.
Kara winced and turned her head on instinct, but it didn’t matter. The food burst out of the end of the tube and into her mouth. Gagging, Kara felt her cheeks fill up in an instant. Too fast! She was still dealing with a bout of nausea thanks to the red sunlight. She couldn’t eat like this!
And yet the nursery did not care. It didn’t even try to slow down her meal, much less stop it. Kara’s face wrinkled with disgust as she focused on the foul taste of the baby food. With a gurgle of a groan, she swallowed as much as she could.
Slimy puree slithered down her throat. Not enough to even clear out what was already in her mouth. And the goop just kept coming. Kara swallowed again, moaning and pleading with the AI to go easy on her. Her feet started kicking furiously, until hands grabbed her booties and made her legs swing back and forth harmlessly. One hand rubbed her back, as if trying to keep her calm while she ate.
To avoid choking, Kara had to keep swallowing. She barely got a moment to breathe. The food poured into her mouth in a never ending deluge. Even if she’d been ready for it she would’ve fallen behind at some point.
Eventually she heard the machine click off. There was still a lot of gunk in the tube. Kara grimaced and whined, already feeling full. She could take it a little slower now, at least. Steady gulps whittled away at her meal. The gross taste didn’t leave her mouth for a good while, however. But soon it was done.
“What a hungry girl!” The AI commented. “We’ll have to make sure you have even more for breakfast.”
“Grrrgghh…” Kara huffed through her nose, eyelids almost closed. It couldn’t be serious, could it?
Hands undid the strap, pull the tube out of her mouth. Kara coughed and hacked when it finally left her. A bunch of baby food lingered between her teeth and on the roof of her mouth. She moaned, so full her stomach felt like it could burst.
The tray table didn’t open up, however. Instead, a new hand brought forth a large baby bottle, swishing around the milk inside when Kara noticed it. She clenched her jaw, but doubted she had a choice. “F-Fine…”
Pursing her lips, she accepted the bottle's amber nipple. With a suckle, a few drops of creamy formula fell onto her tongue. It was cold and thick. The nursery stroked her hair as she began sucking in earnest. The sweet milk helped wash away the lingering baby food. Even if Kara was too full to accept this, she still drained the bottle. So what if it made her sides split a little?
When the nipple popped out of her mouth, a hand tapped her back until she burped. Gasping, Kara hung her head as she tried to recover from the massive meal. When the tray table finally swung open, she hugged her aching tummy. It felt worse than her backside did right now, and that was saying something.
The AI wiped away a bit of milk that had dribbled down her chin and took away the bib for her. Lifting Kara by her underarms again, it brought her out of the highchair before the infernal contraption sank back under the floor. She did not miss it, but she did regret what that left her with.
The AI decided there was still some time left in the day to play, so Kara found herself shoved back into the playpen. They picked up where they left off, with the hands grabbing plushies and attempting to tickle her sides with them. Kara fought down giggles, earning her pacifier once again after she started laughing too loud. When the AI finally took away the stuffed toys she grunted and crossed her arms, trying to forget about all the giggling she’d been forced to do.
“Hmm…” The caretaker AI couldn’t help but notice her huffy attitude. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Nuffin’,” Kara mumbled. Can this day just end already? It had been close to evening when Brainiac had discovered her mementos. Surely it could be bedtime soon. Having the day end would be at least a small consolation to all her misery.
Robotic hands descended into the playpen. “I see,” the AI said, coming to its own conclusions. “Someone had an accident, didn’t she?”
“What?!” Kara growled. Before she could react, hands clamped around her wrists, holding her arms in place. Any struggle she could muster was snuffed out in an instant. “H-Hey!”
Another hand lifted the fluffy skirt of her dress up. Kara’s cheeks grew warmer than any other point today as she saw a fourth gloved hand approach her crotch, fingers wiggling. “Stawp!” she pleaded. “I didn’ woose my diapee!”
The AI didn’t trust her to be honest, unfortunately. And, in fairness, Kara had lied a lot about accidents in the past. She had been forced to use these dreadful pampers on a few occasions, and was never thrilled about admitting it. It seemed the AI wasn’t going to risk letting her develop a diaper rash. Again.
The fingers made contact, grabbing a fistful of Kara’s poofy crotch. Her pupils shrank in an instant and she threw her head back. “MMMPH!” Chomping down on the pacifier she could feel all her muscles tense up.
It felt… good.
She’d never been given a moment to calm down. Ever since her spanking, the padding had been left riding up in her crotch. It had just been a light tingling sensation, but it was one she couldn’t ignore. And now, with mechanical hands squeezing the layers of her diaper into her pussy, Kara was left quivering and moaning.
“Mmmnnfff… Unnff!” She squeezed her eyes shut. The AI’s hands fiddled with her crotch for a bit longer, failing to find any damp spots. As Kara’s snatch twitched and tingled, she felt a warm feeling start to spread through her pelvis. This… this was worse than any other time she’d worn a diaper. It had never been this bad before. Then again, it was her first time being checked with a dry diaper on, maybe that was why.
The fingers stopped teasing her front, moving behind instead. Kara huffed through her nose as she tried to calm down. Her sore rump was squeezed and nudged as the AI looked for mess. Finding none, it drew away and let her hands go.
“No accidents yet. Good job, baby girl! We might have to start potty training you at this rate.”
“Shut… huh huh… up…” Kara wheezed. Her crotch hadn’t calmed down at all. She was still going wild, quivering so much it was like an earthquake. Soon she’d have a wet diaper, and not from pee. G-Get ahold of yourself already!
Taking shaky breaths, she didn’t realize it at first when the nursery’s arms picked her up. “Since you’re all clean,” the AI told her. “We can put you straight to bed.”
Kara didn’t even fight it. At this point she would prefer it. Better to have the AI go into sleep mode for a few hours than have it decide to tease her again like this in a few more minutes. She even suckled her pacifier for it as it set her down on the plastic sheets of the crib’s mattress, as if she was placated.
“There you go, little one.” With a nudge, one of the robohands sent the mobile spinning. Another one came down to tuck her under her blanket. “Mommy will check in on you again in the morning, okay?”
“Mmkay…” Kara shifted her legs, still not free from the tingly sensation between her legs. Was it ever going to go away?
“Goodnight Kara.” The arms started to retract back into the holes they came out of.
“Mmph.”
The retracting stopped. One hand came forward to waggle a finger at her. “Now sweetie, what do we say?”
“Goodnight,” Kara mumbled into her pacifier, blood rising under her cheeks.
“Goodnight what?”
“Goodnight… Mommy.”
Hands clapped, absolutely delighted. “That’s a good baby. Sleep tight, little one.” And then the hands finally retreated out of view.
Left in the bathing glow of the red sun projector, Kara didn’t feel all that tired. Weak, sure. But it wasn’t easy to fall asleep with the room lit up like this. She rolled back and forth under her covers, hemming and hawing over what to do. Her diaper kept riding up into her crotch, preventing her from calming down. But she couldn’t bring herself to sit still either. Not when another sensation was slowly building up.
She had to use the bathroom.
It was all that food from earlier catching up with her all of a sudden. Between the milk and the baby food, she was left fighting a two front war. Her bowels ached from the pressure, and she felt constant pangs from her bladder. She actually found herself regretting such an early naptime. The AI loved to make her wait for changes until morning. If she couldn’t hold it until then, she’d be stuck in a dirty diaper all night. Jaw clenching, Kara pledged not to let that happen.
But what could she do? She needed something to distract herself from the growing pressure, and there wasn’t a lot of ways to entertain herself in the crib. And leaving was far from an option; the AI wouldn’t step in to change her at this point but it would jump at the opportunity to punish her if she tried to get out of the crib. Clenching her hands in their mittens, she chewed her pacifier and tried to think of something.
One more shift of her legs gave her an idea. crinkle crinkle
Kara winced. Padding once again grazed her. Her slit, now wet from the constant teasing, cried out in the form of a quiver. She was desperately needy at this point. There was no way to ignore it. But… focusing on that feeling did distract from the mounting pressure in her hips.
“N-No way…” she whispered into her pacifier. She was not going to masturbate just to distract herself from needing the bathroom. That was beyond indecent! Even if she was being punished, Kara was a proud Kryptonian warrior. She couldn’t just…. masturbate in a diaper!
Kara fought the urge for a while longer, but the more she did the more she was forced to think about the mounting pressure in her gut. That baby food had slid right through her, and with clenched-jaw grunts she found herself barely holding back. Cheeks red, she found herself giving in. “F-Fine!” she grumbled. She was so pent up that really, she barely needed any convincing.
A hand tentatively found her pamper. She pressed down on the crotch of the fluffy padding, shivering at the touch. As layers compressed against her snatch, it made her huff deep breaths out of her nostrils. It really felt good.
She thanked her lucky stars the AI was off for now. She couldn’t bear to have anything to watch her do this. Slowly, hesitantly, she started to rub her diaper.
The sound of crinkling filled the silent nursery. Her ears tinged red at the noise, but she kept going. The more she touched herself the better she felt. Her hips started to gyrate, humping up to thrust her hand further into her pamper.
Finally she dropped all subtlety. She was horny. Second hand coming around, she dug both her mittens into the diaper. The fluff pressed deep into her folds, finding her clit. “MMPH!” Kara whined. She suckled on her pacifier to keep from making too much noise.
Inhibitions faded as a fog of arousal took over her brain. Kara craned her head back and moaned as she scratched at her diaper. The more she pawed at the plastic the better she felt. It was too much! It felt too good!
hissssss
Kara stiffened, fingers growing tense in her mittens as she stopped. All of a sudden she felt a new sensation in her diaper. Wet. Warm. She hadn’t cum, even though she was on the brink of it. This was something else.
She was peeing herself.
Red was the dominant color on her face, and not just because of the sunlight projector. Kara breathed in a choppy inhale as she realized what had just happened. So lost in her horny pleasure, she’d forgotten about the needs of her bladder. Left to its own devices, it had decided to just… go. No consent necessary.
You’re kidding me! You’re kidding me! Kara’s mittens left her dampening crotch. They covered her face, shame requiring that she hid herself even though no one was around. The soggy feeling of her diaper growing used only grew. Her puddle of urine spread all over her inner thighs, soaking whatever it could. The padding grew squishy, and heavy. It sank and came to rest on her crotch.
Her pussy quivered.
“Mmph!” Kara’s toes curled as she squeaked. She was too far along to just forget about her libido. The wet pamper settled against her as her accident ended. Breathing heavily, she took her face out of her hands. It… it felt good…
“MMMPH!” She shook her head furiously before hiding underneath the mittens again. A thought had just crossed her mind. A bad one. One that a true warrior of Krypton would never, ever consider.
But… I’m not a warrior of Kyrpton right now… The deliriously horny part of her brain thought. I’m a naughty little baby in time out…
She brought her hands down again, slowly. This… this felt good. Why should she stop? Was it really as bad as she was making it out to be?
Her libido wore her down, excuses and justifications bubbling up for every reason she could think of not to do this. Slowly, she pressed a hand back down on her crotch.
crinkle. squish.
A shudder wracked her from head to toe. Oh my goodness.
A true Kryptonian didn’t give into temptations… but Kara didn’t care about that right now.
Rolling over, she ended up on her stomach. Resting her chin on her pillow, she moaned and mewled into her pacifier, mittens attacking her pamper again. The warm, soggy material pressed into her folds, this time shocking her like lightning. It was an even better feeling than just the diaper. Kara humped her hand, quivering pussy demanding more and more. She was getting so close to a climax that she could feel her breath shortening. Any little thing could bring her over the edge.
Anything.
Including…
She didn’t think about it. She was so horny and lost in this moment that she couldn’t possibly spare the brain power. Kara lifted her rear end, blanket forming a little tent over her body. With cute little grunts into her pacifier, she pushed. Her bowels didn’t need much convincing; they flooded her pamper.
Her mess was like a mudslide. On the cusp of orgasm, Kara didn’t need much. The first log of mush slipped out into her diaper, starting to sink from gravity. As her diaper sagged, dragging wet layers around, she came.
“MMMPH MMMMMmmMMMMMPH!” Kara’s eyes rolled back in her head and she nearly bit the bulb off her pacifier. Warm ecstasy cascaded over her body in waves. And during all of it, her accident continued.
Thick coils of poop fell against the seat of her diaper. The padding crinkled as it was forced to bulge and swell. Every time she pinched another loaf, it plopped into her mess and was forced to find new, untainted land in her pamper to corrupted. Her backside was slathered in goop. Her inner thighs got their share too. Warm, dense, and smelly. A catastrophic stench filled her nose, and she inhaled gladly.
As the greatest orgasm of her life continued, she rubbed herself. It didn’t matter if she found completion. She wanted to jostle the mess entering her pamps, trying to see if she could make some kind of second climax happen while the first was on going. Squishy, squelching crinkling sounds picked up. Kara took short, sharp gasps of air as she continued to masturbate.
By the time the last log of goo left her body, she felt empty. Slumping against her mattress, she let her hands stay pinned beneath her filthy diaper. The feeling of pleasure radiating through her had not yet faded. When it finally did, she would feel a supernova level of shame and humiliation come down on her. But until that moment, her eyes sparkled with pure ecstasy and her face was red only from exertion.
Her last thought before clarity found her: I’m getting grounded again the second these three days are up.