FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jane Shepard was a hero of many beings. Her quick wits, her quick reflexes, and her strength helped save, not just many spaceships from trouble, but also worlds. Jane sat in the captain's chair as she looked through a report she received recently printed out for her. A group of batarians, aliens with four black eyes, multiple nostrils, green skin, and various other alien features had been discovered kidnapping human females.

Jane brushed her short red hair aside with an even shorter sigh. Traveling in space alone, especially without some form of entertainment, was incredibly boring. It was her, the stars, and her navigation system which automated much of the piloting process for her. She turned to a screen, and with the press of a few buttons, a large spaceship appeared on it, one with a sleek design, including two sharp wings on the side. It wasn't her spaceship, rather it was one she was tracking down the facility to. They had learned at least one female had been kidnapped, and they were tracking the spaceship she was currently on. "There are two things in the universe I can't stand." Jane mumbled. "One are batarians, two is anyone that kidnaps women." She knew she could have saved the woman on the spaceship she was tracking now. It would have been an effortless rescue, but she wanted to save every woman, not just one. Plus, there might not be data on the spaceship she was tracking about where exactly they were going, or she might not be able to decipher it if they used a code she couldn't crack.

The sleek silver spaceship Jane was tracking, in her own small more run down ship that looked as if it came out of a junkyard, led her to a large black colored space station. The space station was gigantic, almost half the size of a moon, and shaped very much like one too. If one looked at it wrongly, it could have easily been mistaken for a small moon on its own, although the very dark color and small blinking lights gave it away.

Jane was quick to react once she discovered the giant space station. She pressed a small red button on her commander's chair, and the ship suddenly cloaked. She stared intensively at the space station to see if it noticed her, but it didn't seem to do anything towards her spaceship. She pressed a button to track any other nearby ships, yet her scanner only picked up the space station, and the spaceship in front of her.

She watched the first ship go inside the space station, and then seemingly vanish as it entered. Jane assumed the space station itself had some sort of cloaking device, but it was an absolutely giant station with plenty of lights. Regardless of how the space station worked, she had a job to do.

Jane flew her spaceship closer and closer towards the space station. She reached forward to a massive control panel in front of her, and lowered her speed to reduce the noise her engines made. Stealth by spaceship was a difficult task to pull off, but she attempted it with her cloaking shield and low noise.

Suddenly, the space station dock slowly opened up again to reveal the black interior inside. The spaceship that had gotten on it previously had just vanished. There weren't any visible life forms in the docking bay either, just a place to park a spaceship, and a small pathway that led out. A small blue shield was visible just outside the docking bay to keep the oxygen inside.

Jane knew very well she had been discovered. That was the only explanation the space station would have opened without anything coming out of it. "Well fuck...I guess if I'll go down, I'll go down shooting." She was tempted to turn her spaceship around, but before she had the chance, a tractor beam pulled her ship into the docking bay. Jane didn't even have a chance to try to boost up her engine speed to get out of it. Even if she tried, she still had to turn her ship around too, so she just let the ship get pulled in, and got herself armed. Once her spaceship was inside, the docking bay doors closed, extremely quickly at that, preventing any sort of attempt at escape. Knowing she could do little, she turned off the controls to her ship, letting it land onto the dark floor beneath, and hid the keys to her ignition.

Jane hated to admit that she was actually impressed at the speed of those doors. Normally, the doors closed so slowly that anyone could make a dramatic escape, but not this particular space station. With a heavy sigh, Jane unbuckled her seat, and waited. She was too familiar with this routine. She waited for the aliens to come onboard her ship to inspect it. She put her hand on the control panel of her ship, ready to press a switch. The switch wouldn't start up her ship, rather it would start up the defensive protocols for her ship. Laser turrets sat in the corners of various rooms, inactive, just waiting for a security button to be pressed. She just had to bide her time, so she waited.

...and waited...and waited. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Jane let out a frustrated sigh. She straightened up her black jacket as her ears listened for any sudden noise from her spaceship. The only thing she heard were the occasional creaks and groans from the space station, along with a humming noise that was likely the oxygen being pumped through the station. "Nobody's coming?" She knew she had been spotted. The docking bay reopened for her after all. She still had no idea where the first spaceship was, but she was hesitant to do anything while they knew she was there. She hadn't looked outside her ship to the docking bay to see if anyone was actually approaching her ship, but she didn't want to be spotted in her ship.

After a few more minutes of sitting around where nothing went on, Jane raised her hands in the air and said "Fuck it." Out loud. She grabbed her sleek silver laser gun, and with the press of a few buttons on her panel, the entryway to her spaceship opened on the side. The doorway was low enough to the floor to hop down onto, it was roughly a ten foot drop. It would prove a bit harder to get back inside though. Jane didn't worry about that for now. She wasn't a terrible jumper, and she could always use something to stand on to help her out. Once out her ship, she took a look around the docking bay.

The docking bay had various wooden crates shoved up against the walls. The crates were big enough to easily hold a human, and with enough cracks in the crates to allow people to easily breathe too. The various crates were likely empty, as the only sounds Jane could hear in the docking bay came from the space station itself, largely humming noises, and a few occasional loud clanks, none of which came from the crates. There was also various lifting equipment to help carry those crates.

Jane looked over to a silver metal door that led the way out. She found it a little bizarre that, out of all the ways out, there was just one metal door. The door was more than double her height and width, but other than that, it looked like a generic door. Curiously, she approached it. She had to raise her hands up high, but she was able to push the door open slightly, and then she poked her head out to see what was on the other side. The other side of the door revealed long wide hallways, three of them in front of her, one left, one right, and one straight. The hallways were just wide enough for three people, had solid black walls, and white steel floors. "This is a very strange space station..." she said quietly. Normally stations were far more open inside, at least in the hallways. She stepped inside, and closed the dock bay entry door behind her. The space station looked as if it were built for, not necessarily giants, but species that were likely double her height.

Jane began to explore, starting with the leftmost hallway. She noticed many round doors with a lit red panel, and an unlit green panel right next to those doors. Like the first door, these other doors were more than twice her height. She assumed the panels were what opened the doors, and as she pressed one out of curiosity, she was right. The room it opened up to though, she was in complete disbelief.

The room had pink walls with pictures of cartoon ponies plastered all around it. There was a giant crib, a changing table, and various baby toys on the ground. Everything infant related though was so huge, that it looked as if it would fit even Jane. Jane walked over to the crib, and stared at it in amazement. It looked almost like a jail cell without a top, twice her height, and impossible to squeeze through the bars. "What kind of space station IS this?" The room felt so surreal, nothing like any space station she had ever seen. While the infant toys looked so large that she could use them, they seemed smaller than the hallways and doors of the space station, but appropriately sized for a 'large infant' so to speak. Jane began to wonder what species actually were here. Batarians were nowhere near this size.

Jane had little time to take in the scenery that was the nursery. The door behind her suddenly slammed shut, and the sound of hissing could be heard through the small vents high up on the walls. Unlike the rest of the room, the vents were far too tiny for a full sized adult to go through. Jane thought at first that it was just something this station did, it shut the doors automatically and then equalized the pressure between rooms. She noticed a pink gas began to emerge from the vents though, and she knew that wasn't normal.

"Just what I need right now." Jane muttered. The visible pink gas began to fill the room, and she knew she had to act quickly. She had no equipment with her to handle such an issue. She noticed there was a massive pack of diapers in the corner of the room. She wasn't sure how good the diapers would filter the gas, but she took a shot with it. Pride be damned. I don't want to find out what the gas does. She thought to herself. She unpacked a clean diaper, and covered her mouth and nose with it. She felt slightly humiliated to have a diaper on her face, worse as it smelled like fresh baby powder, but she had to try something to prevent herself from breathing in any of that gas.

Jane covered her face with the diaper with one hand, took off her black jacket, and covered her face with that too. She then rushed to the door. She held the diaper and jacket with her one hand, and tried to open the door with the other, but the door just wouldn't open. She pressed the red panel, the green panel, she tried to pry the door open with her fingertips, but it just wouldn't budge. The panel didn't even react to her fingertips, as if the power to it had just been cut. "Fucking...come on!" She tried to stick her fingers into the wedges on the center of the door, but she was so focused on trying to pry the door open, she failed to notice the diaper, and her jacket, slipped from her face. It slipped just enough to reveal her nose, and she inhaled the gas. Jane found herself suddenly very tired, and with a mumbled, "Dammit." from Jane, she collapsed onto the soft pink carpeted floor. She wasn't even sure if the diaper and jacket would have worked, but now she was never going to be able to find out.

Jane's yellow eyes slowly opened up moments later. She let out a groan, and then slowly sat up. She was quick to pause though as she heard a crinkling noise coming from her while she sat up. She looked down at herself, and those eyes quickly widened. "What the fuck?!"

Jane was now in a pink latex onesie outfit, from neck to toes, covered in pink. There was a zipper in the front, but the latex outfit covered her hands, making them look like giant mittens, mittens that couldn't undo a zipper if her life depended on it. Underneath the onesie was something large, and crinkly between her legs. Jane could feel it on her otherwise bare crotch what it was though, and she found it incredibly hard to believe at first, but she couldn't deny it. She was wearing a diaper.

"What the fuck happened while I was out?!" Jane tried to stand up, but her diaper was so huge, that it was incredibly difficult to just simply sit up. She rolled to her side, grabbed onto the giant crib bars, and pulled herself up that way. Even pulling herself up with the crib bars was a challenge. The bars were slippery. She knew it was simply too big of a risk to try to jump out of that crib without suffering from some bodily injury with how slippery the bars were. She looked around the nursery, the same nursery she had broken into, for any signs of life, but she saw nothing. She did however notice a camera up top that was monitoring her. "Fucking great. No equipment, no weapons, how the hell am I supposed to even get out of here?" She looked around the nursery for any signs of a way to get out, but despite the nursery being massive for her form, the only way in, or out, was the large metal door. The vents were too small. She was also stuck in the crib too. She had multiple questions for what had happened while she was out, including if they had seen her naked. She couldn't feel her bra or panties underneath her onesie, and the idea that total strangers not only saw her naked, but also kidnapped HER? The idea made her incredibly furious.

The large door suddenly opened to reveal what was very clearly a robot. The robot's torso was designed to look like a human's own, but that's where the resemblances stopped. The body of the robot was cold and metallic, complete with the silver color that metal was, all over its body. It had two visible pink nipples under spheres meant to replicate a woman's breast. The tits themselves looked incredibly fake, as if they were implants. It also had two very slim robotic arms, slimmer than the torso that was surrounded by a casing, whereas the arms looked a lot more like small claws with wires that lacked elbows. It had but one leg that slimmed down in the shape of a V where a giant wheel was used to steer it around. How it managed to stay upright was anyone's guess. The head was an oval shape with a black sphere and a glowing red dot for an eye, and a speaker for the mouth. "And how is the little baby doing today?" the robot asked with a crackling high pitched voice.

"Little...baby?" Jane stared at the robot quizzically. The robot was built like a human, but much bigger. Jane knew the space station and doors were built huge for the large robot, but she knew it couldn't have been who ran the space station. "I'm not your baby!" She shouted angrily. She hopped up and down, although all it did was shake the crib gently. "Get me the hell out of here!" She wanted to attack the robot, but with the crib bars in the way, she couldn't get very far. The bars were incredibly strong too, stronger than her.

"Baby is fussy. No foul scent detected from a dirty diaper, she just got up from her nap, so she must be hungry." The robot's single large wheel took it across the soft plush carpet as if it were gliding on air. She paused in front of Jane's crib. Her two metal arms reached down and grabbed Jane's waist, and began to pull her up from the crib, and to the robot's visible plastic looking tits.

"What?! No, no, no! Fuck no! This is wrong and disgusting on SO many levels! Let me go!" Jane used her legs to kick at the robot's torso, and her arms to pull away from the robot's arms. Jane wasn't downright muscular, but her strength was greater than that of an average person. She wasn't going to go down without a fight, even if she was wearing a diaper.

The robot wasn't just bigger than Jane, it was stronger too, although it was incredibly difficult to get Jane's head to the robot's breast when Jane's arms and legs kept her head and torso pushed away. "Perhaps baby needs more sleep." The robot's arms extended over the center of the crib, and then dropped Jane back down into it. "And baby needs soothing music too." The robot added. Suddenly, soft music began to fill the room from speakers that were impossible to determine where exactly they were in the room. The music was soothing and calm, music one might listen to in order to fall asleep faster. With the music though, subliminal messages could be faintly heard, like whispers in the soft music. It was hard to make out the messages exactly, but words such as 'messy diaper' and 'bottle' could occasionally be picked up.

Jane couldn't pick up on the messages underneath the music. She was simply too angry. She was quick to rush to the bars again, and wrapped her covered fingers around them. "Get me out of here! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She screamed as she rattled the cold metal bars on the crib. She couldn't crawl her way out, she couldn't jump out, and she no longer had any of her equipment to help her out. She glared up at the robot angrily. She reached through the bars to try to punch the robot, but her arm just couldn't reach. She tried the same with her foot, but to no avail.

"You will be checked on again in one hour." The robot said aloud before the robot wheeled herself out of the nursey, leaving Jane alone with nothing but the soothing music with hints of subliminal messages underneath, messages telling her to be a good baby and drink her milk, and mess her diaper.

Jane was still too furious to pick up the hidden messages. She swore she could hear a whisper or two in the gentle song, but she didn't hear what the whispers were telling her. She just thought that it was all in her head, that she was hearing voices thanks to her seething rage. "This is fucking ridiculous." She sat back down in the crib and crossed her arms with a huff.

Jane had no idea how much time had passed. She felt her stomach rumble, but she ignored her hunger. There was another sensation in her though, one that was getting hard to ignore. She had to use the bathroom. Normally, such things were a trivial matter, but it felt hard for her to...contain herself for some reason. She knew she had a diaper on, but the last thing she wanted to do was to use it. Yet, she had no idea how she could get out of that crib that was her prison. Even if she COULD get out, she didn't want to find the toilet on the space station!

Jane looked up at a camera focused down at her. She gave the camera the middle finger, and then went back to trying to think about how to get out. She looked down at her diaper, and then she looked over at the changing table. She couldn't climb out of the crib, but maybe if she were brought onto that changing table, then maybe she could get out. Unfortunately for her, that would require doing something...tremendously unusual, something she absolutely loathed to do, yet she knew that she wasn't going to win this fight. She knew she wasn't going to be able to get out of the crib before it happened, and even if she could, she wasn't going to leave the space station. "Just once...nobody will ever have to know about this. I'll delete the fucking video evidence if I have to." She mumbled. With a grimace on her face, she pressed her bowels, and a light hissing sound could be heard from her diaper as she did the unthinkable. She wet herself. It felt hard to wet her diaper, and wrong on so many levels. She felt utterly humiliated for doing this, but she figured if she was going to get out, she had to think of some way to get out from her crib.

Jane waited after she wet herself. She felt the warm wet sensation on her bare crotch that was now on the diaper. She closed her eyes with a grimace, and a face red with pure embarrassment. You would think the robots could sense when I soiled myself that they would rush right fucking in. She thought to herself. She would have loved nothing more than to rip her onesie off, and tear off her wet diaper. Part of her said that running around naked was better at this point, but anything was better than running around in a wet diaper.

After quite some time, long enough for her urine to get lukewarm, the robot wheeled itself back into the nursery room. "Aw, did someone have an accident?" The robot asked, as if it knew she had just wet herself. "Let's get our baby nice and changed in a fresh, clean diaper." The robot grabbed Jane right underneath her armpits, and pulled her up easily from the crib.

Jane waited as the robot grabbed her from the crib and carried her to the changing table. Her face was beet red from the things she had to do in order to get taken out of that crib, but it worked. Now, it was just a matter of finding a way to get out...after she had gotten changed. The entire process was humiliating, but she figured it was less embarrassing to let a robot see her vagina, or try to run away with a wet diaper on. Besides, her clothing had been changed anyways, they had already seen her naked. Part of her was ready to run once her diaper was off first, but she had to decide what was more humiliating, running around in a clean diaper, or running around naked. She would be more agile naked, but at the same time, she was hesitant to want to expose herself more than the space station had already seen. She went back and forth on the subject more than once.

The robot easily opened up the zipper in front of Jane's onesie outfit and revealed her mostly bare skin underneath, with the exception of the diaper. Despite the diaper being underneath the onesie, it was covered in cartoon ponies, with one large pony making a silly face in front, as if it were the kind of diapers that showed an image when the user wet themselves. The robot took off Jane's diaper, wiped her with a cold wet disposable wipe, applied baby powder, and then began to put on a fresh new diaper, just as big as the last one.

Jane was utterly humiliated to be changed in such a manner. The moment her diaper was removed and she was cleaned though, before that new diaper got put on her, she quickly rolled down onto the floor, landed on her feet, and burst running to the door. Her onesie wasn't zipped up, she had nothing covering her crotch, but she didn't care. This was as best a chance for her to escape as any. Plus, walking around with a diaper on made it incredibly difficult for her to get out. Once at the door, she jumped up to touch the panel with her hand. She was swift to react

...and yet nothing happened. Jane jumped again to touch the panel, yet the door didn't open. "What the fuck?!" She tried to pry the door open with her hands instead, yet not even her strength could open up the metal door. It was almost impossible to slip her fingers into the cracks of the door to begin with, it was sealed but firm, and her onesie outfit hurt her dexterity. "Open the hell up!" she was getting frustrated on multiple levels now. She didn't want to be stuck in this nursery. She took a chance, she got away from the robot, yet she couldn't even open a single door.

"Dear, babies are not allowed to roam the halls unattended, and ESPECIALLY without diapers." The robot slowly wheeled over to Jane. A metallic arm reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Now come on, before you wet yourself and create a big giant mess."

"Fuck you, and fuck your messes!" Jane dodged the arm with a quick roll, and in fact grabbed the metal arm herself. She gave it a swift pull in an attempt to separate the arm from the robot's sockets. She had to do something, ANYTHING to break free from this place. She wrestled with the arm, pulling it, moving it, and trying to get it up onto that panel that controlled the door opening and closing. She had hoped it could extend out just a bit farther, far enough to reach the panel. Maybe her hand didn't work, but the robot's should have.

Jane might have been strong, but the robot was quite powerful just the same. The robot's arms didn't move the way Jane wanted to. In fact, upon being grabbed, the robot grabbed Jane with its free arm, and dragged her back to the changing table where, after struggling and wrestling, it put a new diaper on Jane, zipped up the onesie, and moved her back into the crib. The robot performed swiftly and quickly. Jane might have been agile, she might have been strong, but a human was often no match for metal. "Baby less than 5% conditioned. Will examine within a few hours." The robot said aloud before it left.

Jane wrestled. She punched, she kicked, but the onesie didn't allow her to stretch very far with either way. Her onesie was zipped up, and she was put back into the crib despite her best efforts. Jane watched the robot make its way out, but she was quick to react. She grabbed a nearby pink baby rattle in the crib, and as the door to the nursery began to close, she tossed the rattle over the plush carpet, aiming precisely at the door. Whether it was luck, her skill, or both, the rattle got caught in the doorway, and left the door ajar as the robot left the room. Thankfully to her, the robot didn't notice, and just wheeled itself away.

Now that the robot was gone, and the door was ajar, it was a matter for Jane to climb out of the crib. "Where is Tommy and his toy screwdriver when you need it..." she mumbled. She grabbed hold of the crib bars, and noticed how easily her hands slid down. She reached to her front and tried to grab her zipper instead, but her onesie outfit gave her hands that were more like winter mittens. She just couldn't grasp onto anything. She couldn't undo her onesie, she couldn't grab onto the bars. She thought she could possibly try her teeth, but her teeth couldn't hold her weight, and she couldn't gnaw through metal. Jane let her body fall onto the crib mattress with a huff as she tried to think of a way out of the crib, and as she fell onto the mattress, she heard a soft noise on the side. She looked over, and noticed that part of the crib sheet came undone. With a slowly growing smirk on her face, she now knew what to do.

Jane pulled the sheet from the crib mattress, and began tying knots in it. It proved a bit harder thanks to her hands shaped like mittens, but she managed to make a few good knots to make climbing on the sheet easier. She tossed the crib sheet over the top of the crib frames, grabbed the end of the sheet on the other side, and tied it down to the bars. She tied down the other end to secure it, and tested it out. It wasn't nearly as slippery as the bars were, plus with the knots she could grab onto it easier. She then grabbed onto the sheets, and climbed out using it like a rope. She was absolutely ecstatic that she had finally found a way out, even if it took her some time, and even if she was stuck in a diaper. She climbed out of the crib, and then looked down. The drop to the floor was a good few feet, not enough to injure, but likely enough to sprain. With a deep breath, she lowered herself on the sheets as much as she could, and then let go. She let the diaper absorb her fall as she landed on the floor with a soft thud. Thankfully, her diaper was puffy enough to absorb the impact easily. With her now on the floor, she raced to the door as fast as her onesie covered body would take her. She pushed the partially open door enough for her to get out of it. With the door partially open, she was able to use her strength to push it open much easier than before. Now she was back in the wide hallway that she first started in. She was ready to run away and leave now, but she still had a mission to do. It was just that her mission was a little...harder to perform in her current equipment. She also knew she only had a limited amount of time, thanks to that camera, but she was going to make the most of it to figure out what exactly this space station was doing. She had a good idea with how the space station was treating her, but she had to confirm what it was doing to other women.

Jane walked down the wide hallways. The only sounds she could pick up were the creaking and groaning from the space station, as well as her own heart beat that pounded. She hated the huge hallways with a passion. She would be incredibly easy to spot with a lack of decorations in the black colored hallways and her bright pink onesie. She wasn't sure how fast she could run with the diaper either, nor how quiet she could be as she frequently made a crinkle noise with each step. She noticed that there were other doors, similar to the one she left, but she was hesitant to try to open them. Unfortunately, those kinds of doors were the only doors that she saw. She put her ears to the doorway to try hear something, yet she picked up nothing on the other side of the doorway. She had a strong sensation she wasn't alone in the space station, but she wasn't sure what species actually owned it, certainly a large one.

As Jane walked along, she felt her ears widen at the sound of a wheeling robot. Jane glanced to the left, and then to the right of her. The hallways she traversed looked the same, it was hard to tell exactly where she was. She mentally thought of a prayer, touched the panel near one of the many identical doors, and the door opened. Jane cared not for what was on the other side, she rolled her way in. She didn't bother questioning how the door opened with her fingerprints being covered by her onesie, and she wasn't going to complain over what felt like a miracle to her.

The interior of the room she entered looked frighteningly similar to the one she was in. It looked like another nursey, just with baby blue carpeting and various other toys and colors that indicated the room was meant for more of a baby boy, than a baby girl.

Jane had little time to study the room. She heard the wheels get closer, even as the door behind her closed. She didn't question why she could hear the wheels on the other side of the door, yet she couldn't hear what was in the room. A quick glance around, and she dived underneath the baby blue crib, and moved a giant white teddy bear underneath it to block the view between her, and the door. Her heart pounded with fear. She wasn't so much afraid of death, so much as to getting caught and punished in some baby manner. Oddly, she felt a hint of arousal deep down inside of her at the thought of being spanked, something she knew was never pleasing to her before. Her mind was too panicked to question such thoughts.

The door to the nursery opened, and the sound of a robot's wheel could be heard approaching the crib. It paused just beside the crib, and set something onto the mattress above Jane. There was also the sound of...suckling. Suckling, it was the best way Jane could describe the noise. Suckling, and rustling of a diaper from the crib top. It almost sounds like... Jane began to think to herself. Before Jane could finish her thought, the robot started to wheel back to the exit, but paused before it left. "Something isn't quite right..." The robot said in a feminine voice aloud.

Jane paused her thoughts and grimaced as she heard the robot approach. She could feel her body fill with adrenaline. Her mind went into a fight or flight, but through her training she could resist such urges. Still, she grabbed onto a nearby baby rattle underneath the crib, as if ready to defend herself with it. She doubted it was going to do much good, but she wasn't going back to the nursery without a fight. Thankfully, the robot simply pulled out a squeaky toy, set it into the crib, and then left the room.

Jane got up from underneath the crib. She glanced up at it, and then looked She grimaced once more at the sight, a sight she should have been surprised to see, but because of her situation, she wasn't quite so shocked. It was another adult woman human, just like her. This other woman was a little chubbier than Jane was, although she was wearing a similar onesie outfit, decorated in pink cartoon bunny heads. The woman also had a large pacifier in her mouth, one she was suckling right on. "Uh...hey." Jane said in a hushed tone to the woman. "Are you alright?"

The woman turned to Jane with wide eyes. She continued to suckle on her pacifier, but much slower than before. She tilted her head slightly in confusion at the sight of Jane. Her wide eyes studied Jane's body curiously.

After a moment of waiting, Jane sighed. The woman didn't say a word. "Can you hear me? Can you take out that pacifier from your mouth even?" Jane reached into the crib, grabbed the pacifier, and pulled it out of the woman's mouth with surprisingly little resistance. She was shocked. The woman could only have had that pacifier in her voluntarily. Jane had more questions than answers about the woman.

The woman's eyes widened even more. "Aga...agooah." she reached for the pacifier that Jane grabbed, though the woman's hands, even in an onesie, didn't seem to have the motor skills to grab things very well. Her hands just couldn't reach.

Jane couldn't believe this woman was making such noises. "Speak English! Or did you lose your translator?" Jane held onto the pacifier firmly. She was beginning to get frustrated. The human looked like she was from Earth, but she wasn't making any adult human noises, just baby babble. When Jane noticed woman reached for the pacifier, she tossed it aside. "You don't need that! You're a grown woman for crying out loud."

Unfortunately, the woman began to take such a statement very literal. She stared out at where the pacifier was thrown, and let out a few whimpers. She suddenly began to whine, and whine loudly. "WAHHH!!!" Tears began to flow from her face as her arms and legs flailed wildly.

She's acting like a REAL baby. Is this what they're doing to women, or am I just insane? Jane thought to herself. Quick to react, she grabbed the pacifier she threw, and tossed it back into the crib for the woman. "Here! Just quiet down!" Jane said in a loud whisper.

It was too late. Just as the woman grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into her mouth with light whimpering, the sound of a robot could be heard, and wheeling fast, as if it were a worried mother. The robot entered the room, and spotted Jane before she had a chance to escape. "A baby has found its way out of its crIB: " The robot shouted aloud. Speakers within the room soon began to sound a buzzling alert, as did the entire space station. The lights in the room turned red, and began to blink.

"Not the way I planned it." Jane frowned at her situation, and how fast it all happened, far too fast for her to react to it in time. "But I'm getting the fuck out of here!" Jane had to act quickly. She grabbed a bottle of milk near the changing table, undid the lid, and tossed it at the robot. Despite her fingers being in a onesie mitten, she could still perform some feats with her hands.

The robot's arms reached forward, but as the milk splashed on her torso, sparks suddenly shot out of the robot as it began to twitch wildly and flail its arms. "Arahahahahabababa." It babbled as it short circuited.

Jane didn't stay to bless her good luck. She rushed past the robot, and out into the hallway where the rapid buzzing alarm was even louder. She could make out more noises too, the sound of women crying just like babies through many of the other closed doors. She thought to herself that she already looked like a baby, she had no intention of wanting to think and act like one too. She didn't find any other women, but she had a damn good enough idea what the space station was doing to the kidnapped women. Now she just had to try to escape. She opened door after door, thankfully each door opened up to her hand, and she glanced in each room briefly, looking for some place to hide. Multiple rooms looked like the first baby room she was already inside. Each of the nursery's had no real effective place to hide, at least without being near a crying 'baby' woman, something she loathed to do. Even if she got near one, they were high on alert for her, and they would definitely start looking under cribs now.

Eventually, one of the doors opened up and revealed a room that was different than the rest of the nursey rooms or supply closets. Jane ducked into the room without taking much time to study it. The room had a lack of crying adult women and that just made her want to hide in the room much more than any other of the rooms she passed before, plus the room was bigger than the nursery's she had seen before, as well as the supply closets. She saw another doorway in this dark room, though one of a simple wooden door that one might see on Earth. She didn't care what was inside of it, she had to get as far away from the hallway as possible. She opened up the door, and ducked inside. With the lack of light in both the big room she went in moments ago, and on the other side of the door she just dived in, it was pitch black. She could only hear the noise of her heartbeat, breathing, and the alarm, now much fainter than before.

Jane breathed in and out slowly as the alarm continued to sound. In the darkness, the alarm sounded muffled, but she could still hear it. She could also hear the sound of robots wheeling around just outside of the wooden door, but whether it was because of luck, or something else, they never opened up the door to find her inside. Jane's eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, making it hard to determine exactly what was around her, but she felt around a bit with he hands. She felt cardboard boxes, squeezable containers, and cans that, when shook, either gave off a sound that indicated there was powder inside of it, or a fluid.

It felt like an eternity, but the alarms stopped buzzing, and the sound of women crying like babies in the distance were slowly hushed. The familiar quiet sounds of Jane's heartbeat, her breath, and the occasional sounds from the space station filled Jane's ears once more. It was something she was all too happy with, and she opened the wooden door to finally take in the room she had just ran into haphazardly.

The room was designed like a preschool. A television sat bolted up against the wall in front of various chairs. Behind the chairs was a small play area with a variety of baby toys. The entryway was a small wall-less kitchen without an oven, but with a fridge and microwave. Decorate cartoon creatures lined up the walls of the small preschool like area. The room Jane was hiding in was the storage closet of that preschool. Boxes of large diapers, baby powder, orange juice, and powdered milk all resided in the storage closet, along with various infantile movies. There were also other movies with strange names, such as 'Diaper Training 1' that Jane took interest in. She grabbed the movie, and grabbed the tiny disc inside. She placed it on a small slot just below the television, and watched curiously.

The television booted up when the disc was placed in its slot. As it began, it displayed what looked like a porno shoot with a man and woman having sex, but with very rapid flashes of a diaper, too quick to catch by the human eye, and too quick for Jane to realize it too.

"They're showing this to 'little babies'? Jane asked confused. Despite it being only about casual sex, something about the movie made her want to watch the whole thing. She could feel arousal inside her diaper, but she couldn't take off her onesie, not that she would want to while she was still in danger of being captured. As the movie ended, Jane took out the disc. "I know what they're doing to everyone, now I just have to get out of here." The operation was simply too big for her to carry out alone, plus her equipment had been taken away, there was no way she could take on an entire space station by herself, even if she found her equipment. She opened up the door, glanced around the hallways, and made her way back to the docking station. She just had to find her spaceship.

The hallways were barren, and with the alarms silent, Jane could just pick up the sound of sniffling adult women on occasion. It was disturbing to hear women, women her age, behave just like babies. She knew the fate that awaited her, should she choose to stay around any longer, and she loathed it. At the same time, she found it...oddly arousing. She couldn't explain it, but the thought of wearing a diaper was suddenly pleasurable, as if it were a fetish she never knew she even had. She'd have to figure out such things later. The first thing she had to do was get out of there. Retracing her steps, she found the location of the dock doors, and opened it up to look for her spaceship.

Upon entering the door that led to the docking bay, Jane's spaceship was gone, just like the first ship, her ship had just vanished somewhere. Jane had a sensation that would happen. It was a matter of figuring out where the ships went off to. She just had to wait, wait for another ship to arrive. She didn't care if the ship was going to take off for another planet, or be put into wherever the rest of the ships were stored, she figured that, either way, it would be the best place for her to hide.

Jane didn't have to wait long. There was another loud buzzing noise, although not quite as annoying as the alarm, that came from the dock doors as the two massive doors began to open once more for a batarian ship, the ugly black and brown colored ship, somewhat in the shape of a triangular wrench with weapons that jutted out from its side and top. She hid behind one of the many large wooden boxes, and waited.

The massive ship opened, and a green batarian walked out. He wore a large gray suit with hulking shoulders, and carried a two handed silver laser gun. Behind him were a slew of women in drags and chains, followed by another batarian, then more women with an occasional batarian within the mix. Their multiple black eyes blinked slowly as they marched into the hallways, taking the women away to who knew only knew where. Jane loathed that she couldn't do anything to help these women. She couldn't take on as many batarians as there were unloading, and the women in chains likely couldn't do anything to help her either. I swear I'll free you all. She thought to herself as she watched the march.

Jane waited for the ship to empty out of slaves. She waited a bit longer, and stared at the ship. Part of her was hesitant to approach it, but anything was better than a life of hiding in a spaceship with a diaper on, one she couldn't change on her own. With a deep breath, she made a fast walk towards the ship, and onto the ramp that led inside the very ship. She glanced around from side to side quickly, not paying so much attention to the lit up interior with dark walls and fancy technology, but more so looking around for any guards of the sort. Luckily, she didn't find any, even when she got to the control room she found nobody.

The control room had various lights and buttons. There were multiple seats, but none more important than the seat up front with a joystick, steering wheel, and other components to steer the massive ship. Jane rushed up to the driver's seat, and then she stared at the various buttons and panels. There were labels for many buttons, but Jane couldn't make them out. She thought it was a little strange that she couldn't read any of the signs. Ever since one galactic meeting, there was a sort of 'universal language' put in place, something that everyone in the universe was required to speak, and translate, yet there was no signs on any of the buttons on this ship that Jane could make out. It was frustrating, here she thought she could fly out, yet with no way to know what any buttons did, she couldn't risk it. What made it worse was that the dock bay was closing on her. If she couldn't figure out how to fly the ship, then she wasn't going to be able to get it out at all soon.

The dock doors soon closed, leaving Jane trapped on the space station once more. Jane mentally swore at her misfortune. She went with a backup plan though, and just sat on the ship, and waited. Soon, there was the noise of a loud engine starting up above her. Jane looked up, and noticed the very ceiling was opening up, and the floor that the spaceship sat on was moving up, effectively pushing the ship upwards. "No wonder I couldn't find my ship when they move it like THIS." Jane muttered. She sat in the pilot seat as the ship moved to the space stations will. "It'll take me to my own ship..." she said quietly. She had backup weapons there, she could also fly that out, at least as soon as she could find a way to get the dock bay open once more, but she would take it one step at a time. The first thing she had to do was find her ship, and that required waiting for the space station to finish moving the ship she was currently on.

As the ship moved up to the next floor of the space station, a massive crane could be seen coming down onto the ship and taking hold of it as if it were nothing more than a toy in a crane game. From the cockpit, Jane could spot multiple ships, many of which were batarian ones, designed much like the one she was currently hiding in. While she was taken, she spotted her ship, and grinned at the sight of it. She also watched as the crane took the ship to an empty spot, and then set it down before it detached. Jane noticed a lack of batarians, and a lack of robots in what could only have been called a hangar.

With the ship set down, and the hangar silent, Jane made her way out of the spaceship, and quickly dashed her way towards her own ship. She didn't look around for any forms of security. Part of her realized that she likely should have, but she was in a rush to get to her ship and get her weapons. Thankfully, her spaceship dock ramp was still open, so she just had to run in it and find her gear.

Jane's spaceship was fairly plain inside, but as she walked in there, she knew that wasn't right. She used to have 'trophies' on the wall, heads of creatures she had slain that were incredibly powerful. She had guns on the wall, working ones at that, yet now they were all missing. The interior of the ship was stripped of all weaponry and decorations. Even the hidden compartments Jane checked had virtually nothing for her to use. "Fuck it." She grumbled as she made her way to the pilot's seat.

Once at the front of her own ship, Jane took a seat in her familiar chair, and looked down at the control panel. She took a deep breath, lowered a finger onto a button, but hesitated before pressing it. She stared down at the buttons in confusion. "Wait...what did this one do again?" she looked at the words that surrounded the button, but the words themselves looked jumbled. Jane knew that shouldn't have been possible, this was her ship, she knew she could read the control panel before she arrived at this space station, yet now she couldn't read any of the words, much less remember what any of the buttons did.

Jane stared blankly at the control panel, unsure of what she should do next. "I just...I need to find a way to get out of here." She mumbled. She felt a rage begin to build inside of her, and she just pressed one of the many colorful buttons, unsure of what it did, but just hoping she could figure out what the buttons did with trial and error.

A soft lullaby began to play over, not just the speakers inside the spaceship Jane was in, but on the speakers positioned outside the ship too. It sounded like a light music box, but with it came more hypnotic messages underneath the music, although Jane couldn't hear it. She was more alarmed that her ship was playing a lullaby. She knew her ship hadn't been programmed to do such things originally. What made it worse was that the lullaby was even making her tired. "No!" She pressed another button randomly, uncaring for what it did. A small slot above her opened up, and a pink mobile dropped down, just out of reach of her grasp.

Jane pressed another button, and the lights dimmed in the spaceship. She knew that none of the buttons were supposed to do what they were doing now, and could only assume that, whoever got into her ship, had messed around with it. Her eyes grew heavy, and before she could try to figure out which button would help her, if any of them even would, she fell asleep in the pilot's seat.

Jane awoke once more in the familiar crib that she was first placed in, all by herself once more. There were metal bars placed above her this time though, she couldn't even stand up fully in the crib with how low the bars were placed. She wrapped her mitten covered hands around the bars and tried to shake them, but they barely budged. "This is unbelievable!" She kicked the bars in frustration. Not only was she recaptured, but now escape was just that much harder. "Babies getting out and free look so much easier in cartoons." She added with a grumble. She fell back against the semi-soft crib, and let out a sigh.

As Jane laid in the crib, frustrated from being unable to escape, she heard a small 'hiss' noise come from her. At first, she thought there was a water leak in the space station, but as she sat up, she felt wet between her legs. She let out a sudden gasp, and bit her bottom lip. No, I can't be doing that. I would have felt it. I would have felt the need to go. She mentally told herself. Yet, she couldn't deny the squishy noise of her diaper. She just wet herself, totally unaware that she HAD go to, and it felt arousing to do so.

After Jane wet herself, the door to her door opened and shut as not one, but two robots entered. One robot stood at the door, while the other opened up her cage, and lifted her up. "You may be a bad baby, but even the worst of babies still need diaper changes." The robot said aloud. "It's alright though, your behavior will change. We just need some time." The robot set Jane atop the changing table, and began to change her once more. The robot zipped down her onesie, removed her diaper, and gave her a wet wipe before powdering, and a brand new diaper was put on Jane.

Jane was hesitant to do anything about it this time. She noticed the other robot's 'eyes' were staring at her intently, those shining eyes through the monitor. All while she felt the other robot's cold arms clean her ass and vagina with one swift stroke of a cold, wet, disposable cloth. It made Jane shiver to feel such a cold thing on her bottom, though her face was still red as she was being changed like a baby, and she knew that she could TRY to do something about it, but she would likely get punished for doing so.

As Jane's diaper was changed, the robot that changed her reached behind its back, and pulled out a pacifier. Without warning, the robot put that pacifier right into Jane's mouth with sudden force. It was a baby pink pacifier, oddly with the flavor of grape at the end that went into Jane's maw.

Jane was ready to try to spit it out, but as the grape flavor hit her tongue, her mouth felt incredibly strange. She tried to move her lips, only to find she couldn't move them at all. Whatever was in that pacifier had partially numbed her, and stopped her from being able to control her mouth muscles. Her tongue could still move, and her mouth was partially open, but she couldn't open it enough to drop the pacifier. Angrily, she tried to reach to her mouth with her hands, but her outfit didn't allow her to stretch quite far enough to her mouth to get to that pacifier. She was stuck with the baby thing in her mouth, whether she liked it or not. Based on the redness in her cheeks, and anger in her eyes, she expressed just how much she 'liked' it.

For what felt like hours, Jane laid in the crib. She felt like a helpless baby. She could only stare up at the mobile above her head, and kick her arms and legs with what felt like extreme effort, all for what all amounted to flailing. She felt cold, lonely, and trapped. She had seen the women in the space station, or rather, a woman, and she feared that she might be conditioned to behave the same way as that woman, nothing but a baby. She wasn't one to cry though. With a look of anger, a spark of determination lit in her belly. She HAD to get out. She was GOING to get out. It was just a matter of finding the right moment.

The door to the pen soon opened, and the familiar robot with its large wheel entered. "It's time for baby to be fed." The robot unlocked the crib top, picked up Jane, and then wheeled her off, cradled in her arms, treating Jane like the baby she was dressed as.

Jane felt herself cradled by the robot's freezing steel body, and flexible metal arms. She was ready to kick and scream her way out, but she knew it would be a bad idea. The robot could easily catch up to her. Plus, the fall from the robot looked...much larger than before. She wondered if the robot, was always as big as it was now. She stared up at the screen of the robot, seemingly oblivious to the pacifier still in her mouth, even after she had regained control of her lips.

The robot carried her into a new room entirely. Despite how so many doors in the blank hallway looked alike, the robot knew exactly where to take Jane. The new room was designed to almost look like a normal classroom. Various desks lined up in rows on one side, each row placed higher than the one in front of it, almost like a movie theater placement. The desks had locks in place at the side though. On the other side was a large screen, currently turned black, and off. The robot set Jane in the many empty desks, locked it, and then wheeled itself away.

Jane struggled in the chair. She had free movement of her arms, yet no amount of strength she applied even wiggled the desk, or any of the locks that kept her torso firmly in place.

Jane wasn't in the theater-like-classroom alone for very long. One by one, the doorway opened and revealed robots carrying women, one robot to one woman. Each robot placed the woman in the desk chair, and locked it into place. Each woman wore a similar outfit to Jane. Like Jane, they wore onesies of varying colors and decorations, and each of them struggling in their own ways. Each of them had a pacifier stuck in their mouth, limiting the amount of noise they could make.

Once the dark classroom was filled, and the robots had vanished, a movie began to play. The movie was designed like that of a childish cartoon. While such a thing could have been seen as harmless, like the music that had played before, the cartoon had subliminal messages flashing quicker than the eye could catch. The cartoon imagery was that of babies using their diaper and getting changed. A woman's voice could be heard narrating how it was okay to use one's diaper, they were only just a baby after all, and it felt GOOD to use the diaper. The movie went on, talking about diapers, using them, and how pleasurable it was to relieve oneself in that diaper.

Jane wanted to look away from the screen. She closed her eyes, and tried to cover her ears, but her hands just couldn't reach her head, her onesie just didn't let her stretch her arms out that much. Her ears were forced to listen to the sounds of many mumbling women, and the sound of the movie playing. She tried to focus on ways she could get out. She tried to think of things she could do that could help her escape, but her mind felt muddled and slowed. She suckled on that pacifier harder from the amount of stress she felt, and just prayed that it would all end soon.

As the movie finished, the robots, seemingly identical except for their faces, returned and took the women away. Even Jane's own robot came in, picked her up, and wheeled off, although the robot wheeled her into a different direction. Through another door, a door that looked so identical to all the other doors. The new room was circular and rather small though, with no other way out except the way they came in, and the doorway they came in had various lit up buttons in a row besides the door. The robot had taken Jane into one of the space station's elevators. The robot input a few buttons with a wire that flew out of its back, just so it could still cradle Jane with its other two arms, and then the elevator took the two upwards.

Jane felt furious at the robot. She knew struggling would have been in vain, yet she did so anyways. Unfortunately, with the onesie restricting her arms and legs, she could never make any swings fast enough to be considered threatening towards the robot. She had settled down slightly by the time they got to the elevator. With a huff, she turned her attention to watch the robot's motions with putting in the buttons. If she couldn't fight her way out, then she could at least try to smart her way out. She noticed the buttons had various symbols on them, and as she tried to study those symbols, her eyes blurred at the sight of them. She made out what looked like a zero, and then a one. She thought that maybe the buttons inside the elevator had the same numbers as they would on a human space station, but as she could make out so few symbols, she quickly ruled that out. She knew how to count higher than one!

The elevator door opened to a clean hallway, wider than the one so many floors below. What appeared to be wooden paneling were set up for walls, while the floor looked as if it were made of soft baby blue carpeting. Various wooden doors lined up the hallway, the many doors nearly identical except for the numbers on each door, numbers that Jane was unable to read.

The robot took her through one of those many wooden doors, and revealed a doctor's office. There was a desk with a computer screen, glass cabinets above the desk with small medical supplies, a hospital bed and a sink. One thing that looked different was there was a weight scale designed like a basket, almost like the ones one might find at a grocery store. The robot plopped Jane onto that scale to measure her weight. "We simply cannot let stand on your own on a normal weight scale. Babies can't be expected to walk on their own after all, let alone stand."

Jane wanted to argue with the robot. She opened her mouth to speak, but the pacifier was still in her mouth. She spit it out, and tried talking then. "Ah cah stah oh bah boh." Her words sounded like little more than baby babble, and hearing her own voice, her eyes widened in shock. What did that pacifier DO to me?! She thought to herself.

"130 pounds." The robot spoke aloud. The robot then set her down onto the bed, and then reached out one of their long flexible arms. The arm undid Jane's onesie just enough to reach inside of it. It then reached under the diaper, and suddenly thrust deep into Jane's rear with little warning.

Jane was about to wrestle her way out from the robot's grasp. She hated to be weighed in such a manner, but before she had a chance to fight, she was put onto the bed, and then she felt the cold metallic arm thrust into her asshole. "AAACK!" She screamed aloud. Her toes clenched, her hands folded into fists, and she kicked the robot hard.

The robot's body was pushed back from the force of the kick, but the arm stayed extended outward. It pulled back after less than a minute of being deep inside Jane's ass, although it was still extended inside of her diaper. "10% adjusted interior anally. Inspecting vaginally" the extended hand extended once more, this time the hand went straight into Jane's vagina, concealed only by the onesie, and the diaper.

Jane kicked the robot again and again. She heard the clunking of the hollow noise her feet made. Her feet only covered by the onesie, it felt a little painful to kick the metal torso that the robot had. Each slam of her foot made her wince in pain. Her ears picked up the sound of hollow metal inside the robot, though each time she kicked the robot, she didn't leave a single mark. She hated to admit how pleasurable it felt between her legs, though she was a feeling of discomfort the longer the robot's arm remained in her. She felt it push deep, deeper than anything inside of her vagina should have been able to be pushed.

"Bladder 20% optimized." The robot said aloud. "Needs proper medication for optimization." The robot went to the computer and began typing rapidly. Despite the robot hands being largely grabbers, it could type impressively well. Once it finished typing, it zipped up Jade's onesie, and carried her out of the room. Regardless of Jane's kicking or hitting, its strength was too powerful to escape from.

Jane continued to kick and hit the robot as best as she could. Even with reduced power thanks to her onesie holding her back, she could still try, yet every swing just gave off a metal clang. She knew earlier how hard it was to escape, and how futile it felt, yet her anger was getting to her. As she was carried out kicking and hitting, she could hear the sounds of other women in other rooms, most crying like babies. Fight, dammit girls. Jane thought to herself. They can't defend against ALL of us! She opened her mouth to try to shout to the other women, but it came out as little more than loud baby babble.

The robot took Jane back to her familiar nursery. In that nursery was a baby bottle set up, warm to the touch. Once the robot set Jane into the crib, and locked the top so she couldn't escape nearly as easily as before, the robot then grabbed the bottle, fit it between the bars, and pushed it to Jane's mouth. "Now drink your bottle. You must be starving, you haven't eaten anything lately!"

Jane didn't want to admit how right the robot was. Jane didn't even remember the last time she had eaten anything, and she certainly didn't eat anything on the space station. Her eyes crossed at the sight of the bottle as it approached her mouth, and her stomach grumbled hungrily. Jane mentally reminded herself of her task though. She wasn't here to be babied, she was here to save the rest of the women from being babied. She told herself that fate would not befall her, and she wasn't going to take food that was quite possibly drugged, just like that pacifier was! With a swift kick, however weak it was, she kicked the bottle away from the robot's grip, and then another kick to push it away from her.

"Baby is quite fussy." The robot turned away from Jane. "Baby will have to eat eventually, will check later to see if baby has eaten." With that, the robot zoomed out of the nursery and left Jane alone.

Jane knew she couldn't get out so easily this time. The door was shut, plus she had bars above her too. She looked at that bottle with the warm white milk and nipple, and grimaced at it. It looked like a baby bottle, but big enough for her to drink from easily. Jane's stomach growled hungrily once more, but she simply turned her head away from the bottle. "No fucking way I'm drinking that." She blinked a few times at her own speech. The pacifier's effect must have been wearing off. Well, it couldn't have lasted forever. She thought to herself. With a frustrated sigh, she curled up, closed her eyes, and tried to think of another way to get out, although it was becoming harder to think of a way to escape. She couldn't leave the crib by herself, and the robots were simply too strong. She just had to think, think of something she hadn't thought of before. She slowly fell asleep while she was deep in her thoughts.

Jane awoke after some time. She wish she knew how much time had passed. Space made it hard to tell when it was day and night, and there was no visible clock in the nursery she was in. There were the various cartoon drawings plastered around the walls, as well as some words here and there, though Jane couldn't make out what those words were. Her eyes blurred every time she even glanced over at the words on the wall.

She turned her attention back to the large baby bottle, and her stomach growled hungrily again. Starvation was a terrible way to go, and she imagined that, if and when she reached the point of unconsciousness from refusing to eat, they'd just likely hook her up to a machine to do the feeding for her. She wasn't going to win the battle with her stomach. She grabbed the bottle, and tried to pry the nipple off, but to no avail. With a defeated sigh, she opened her mouth, took the nipple to her lips, and suckled. She tasted the warm milk on her tongue, and she was ready to spit it right back out. It tasted like a warm milkshake, just as thick as normal milk. It wasn't the worst thing she had tasted, but it was far from the best. She swallowed it down drop by drop, utterly humiliated at how she was drinking from a baby bottle, and right in front of a camera that watched her every movement, not that it watched her escape. It did make her wonder what that camera really was for though, if not for security purposes.

Jane emptied the bottle, and tossed it aside with a frown. She wished she had something, anything, to get the sugary flavor out of her mouth. She looked at the shiny steel bars above her, opened her mouth, and noticed just how white the inside of her mouth still was from the milk. "Disgusting." She muttered. She didn't want to say aloud how things could get worse, but she thought it. Thinking about it was enough. Jane's eyes widened as she heard, not only the sound of hissing from her diaper, but the sound of farting from her very ass as she crapped herself too. She let out a sharp gasp, and tried to control her inner muscles, but to no avail. What made it so much worse was how GOOD it felt for her to soil herself. She bit her bottom lip, but she couldn't help but let out a small moan as she had a small orgasm from just shitting and urinating in her very own diaper.

Jane tried to stand up in her baby crib, but the bars overhead prevented her from standing up fully. Plus, her legs wobbled heavily once she stood up. She couldn't explain why, it just felt that her leg muscles were so weak that she couldn't stand on them. "No, no, no." She reached up, and tried to grab the bars with her hands, but her onesie outfit made grabbing onto things difficult. Her hands slipped, and she fell down onto her dirty diaper with a sickening 'splat' noise as the shit inside her diaper spread over her ass.

She felt as if she were ready to cry over such a humiliating thing. She felt a thrill in wetting herself, and now she was sitting in the crib, wallowing in her own shit and piss. The first few times she had soiled herself, the robot came in to change her immediately, but now there was nothing. She was stuck sitting in a wet diaper, forced to take in the scent of her own filth, which while it was her own waste so it was far more tolerable compared to others, it was still something she didn't want to smell at all. She shifted herself into a sitting position, and waited, all while the calm baby music played overhead, feeding her subliminal messages.

Jane awoke sometime later, still in her pink onesie. Whether it was her onesie, or her diaper, she hadn't leaked through, though the smell of her own waste was strong. The front and backside of her diaper felt damp. "How long must I suffer this torment?" she said aloud, yet she couldn't say it with a frown. She felt herself wet, not just with waste, but with arousal. Why do I LIKE this? She mentally asked herself.

The door to her nursery opened to reveal what looked like an actual human this time, a woman, though much bigger than Jane. It wasn't that this woman was fat, it's just that she was taller, wider. She looked fairly normal, aside from being bigger, and her chest was heavily endowed. "We've watched your security feed, and we believe you're ready for phase two of the program." The new woman said. She opened up the top of the crib, pulled Jane, out, and set her atop the changing table. "After a quick check of your diaper to confirm this, of course." She added.

"Phase two? I'm not a fucking alcoholic, I don't need a twelve step program!" Jane was surprised it was an actual humanlike creature caring for her. Sure, the woman was a giant, but she still resembled a human outside of her size. She took the chance to try to struggle out of this woman's grasp, but she was just as strong, if not stronger, than the robot, even if she didn't appear to be.

"Oh dear, you're still talking." The woman undid Jane's onesie, and then opened up her diaper. "Pew, well your digestive system is kicking into gear at least." She tossed the dirty diaper, then cleaned Jane up with a small smile on her face as she wiped Jane's dirty cunt. "I can tell you're aroused by this."

Jane wasted little time in trying to kick the woman, but with Jane's weakened kicks, it had little impact. Upon being told she was actually aroused with the diaper, she crossed her arms and turned her head to the side with a beet red face. She knew there were people that were actually aroused by women in diapers, and women that liked wearing them. She knew she wasn't one of them though, even if her body said otherwise.

"Still early in." The woman put a fresh clean diaper on Jane, and with her ass and cunt cleaned with a wet cloth, and powder applied, she ran a single finger down her now clean nether lips. "But we'll make a baby out of you yet." She pulled out a purple pacifier, and stuck it into Jane's maw, just as she closed her onesie. She set her back into the crib afterwards. She pulled the top bars out from the crib, and smiled down at Jane. "I don't think you need these anymore." She said sweetly. With that, the woman walked out and left Jane alone.

Jane glared angrily at the woman the entire time. She opened her mouth to speak up, but the pacifier silenced her from talking once more. Her mouth, once again made movements she couldn't control, making it impossible to remove that pacifier, just like the first one. She refused to admit she liked this, even if her body felt aroused, not just by her wet diaper, but also getting changed into a clean one. She was at least grateful the top bars of her baby crib were removed. She was confident she could crawl out of the crib, but she knew she couldn't leave the nursery without propping that door open somehow.

The television in Jane's bedroom suddenly turned on, and Jane turned her attention right towards it. She didn't even notice it sitting on the dresser, but she also saw four plates on each corner of the television screwed into the walls, making taking it out very difficult. She was tempted to try to break the television, but nothing in the crib was strong enough. The television began to play a rather childish show.

Jane wasn't entirely sure what show it was, just that it was likely a parody of a cartoon children's show, and since she had never seen much of any baby shows, she had no idea what it was trying to parody. She paid the screen no attention, much less the soft music or the smooth narration. She instead tried to pull the sheets off from her crib to create a rope, but she just couldn't get a firm enough grip on the sheets. She knew she was able to hold onto the sheets firmly before. Why can't I get a firm grasp on them now?! God, it's like my fingers are trying to grab warm butter. She thought to herself.

Jane gave up after a few good minutes of attempting to pull the sheets. She just didn't have the dexterity in her fingers, dexterity that she knew she had before. With a frustrated sigh, she sat on her padded diaper, and watched the television with a grimace on her face. She was stuck, and nothing she did made it better. As much as she hated watching a baby's show, it was better than just lying around shitting herself. With the pacifier in her mouth, she just sat, and watched. She knew speaking was going to be next to impossible soon, not that it even mattered. Nobody here even listened to her anyways.

The rest of that day, or at least as long as Jane thought was a day, consisted of little excitement. Nothing Jane did could get her out, and every few hours, robots, or that large woman that Jane saw earlier, came in to check up on her. Jane couldn't say anything to them simply due to the pacifier's special formula, whatever it may be, slurring her speech to nothing but baby babble, not that actual words would have had any stronger impact. She was fed bottles, and changed irregularly, after spending at least an hour or so in a messy diaper. Jane couldn't control her bladder at this point, she shit and pissed herself only once more during that day, but during that time, she ended up orgasming from the act of soiling herself once more, humiliatingly so.

Jane eventually fell asleep again, and while she lost track of time, based on how long she thought she slept for, she could only think it was the whole night.

The next morning, Jane awoke with a stretch, although her stretch was short lived when her arms and legs didn't fully reach out. "Oh right, I'm still in this hellhole..." she mumbled to herself. At least she could talk again. Of course, there was one thing most people had to do in the morning that she hadn't done yet. She couldn't even tell WHEN she had to do it, but whenever she needed to do it, it just happened.

Sure enough, she heard a loud "Phhhrrbbbttt" from her ass, and she knew all too well what she was doing. She could feel her ass and crotch grow warm from her shitting and pissing her diaper. She tried to hold onto the bars of the crib, but her fingers slipped, and she landed on her ass, orgasming as she continued to soil herself. Jane couldn't stop either her orgasm, or the shitting of her diaper. She cried out in a moan from the undesired pleasure as her orgasm continued for as long as she soiled herself.

By the time Jane finished wetting herself, she panted heavily, not just from shitting herself, but from the intense long orgasm during it. Her ass sat in a pile of filth inside of her diaper. She looked down at her diaper, and noticed brown spots, yet the diaper didn't leak or break. She also noticed something else as well, she shit herself at least three times as long as she did last night. "Those bottles..." she mumbled.

Before she had time to finish her thought, the door opened to reveal the large woman from before. "And how are you doing today?" she cooed with a chuckle. "I can tell baby made a boom-boom, does she need changing?" she began to reach down towards Jane.

Jane was ready to smack this woman. She was ready to hit her with all of her strength, even if her strength didn't amount to much thanks to her onesie. She thought about biting her briefly, but at the same time, Jane had a large problem in her pants, and she couldn't very well fix it herself. "Just...change the damn diaper." She muttered.

The giant woman let out a giggle before she lifted up Jane, and just like so many other times before, she changed Jane's diaper, cleaned her, and gave her a fresh one. Once Jane was changed, the woman placed her back into the crib, and offered a lukewarm bottle of milk. She watched with a smile on her face momentarily before she gave a wave of her hand, wiggling her fingers at Jane before she left.

Jane was ready to smack that bottle right out of the woman's hand. As it was, she wanted to fight the woman and wrestle herself free, but if Jane ever got free of the space station, she would still need someone to change her diapers. The thought of wearing a messy diaper all the time in space made her disgusted, and at the same time, aroused. She took the bottle, needing both of her hands to even hold onto it, and stared down at the white liquid inside. Her stomach grumbled hungrily, and Jane knew she wasn't going to get fed anything except whatever this space station chose to give her. Begrudgingly, she drank down the milk while watching the baby show still on television.

Jane wished she could keep track of time better. Her old outfit had a watch on it, but now she was wearing nothing but that pink onesie, and a diaper. Her short red hair was a mess, not that it was ever well taken care of before she was put into the horrifying situation that was a baby.

Once Jane finished drinking the lukewarm milk, she tossed the bottle out of the crib with a huff. It took her a good minute to realize she could have probably used the bottle to prop the door open again. "The fuck do babies even do all day." She mumbled to herself. "They sit, watch television, and poop all day? No other damn entertainment?" She noticed there was a colorful wooden box in the corner, but unable to get out of her crib, she couldn't get close to the box to see what was inside of it.

After some more time alone, the large woman came back into the room. It took her a moment to notice the bottle, but once she did, she just smiled over at Jane. "I see baby is all done with the bottle. Well, she can't just sit around watching children's cartoons all day. She needs some physical activity!" The woman grabbed Jane underneath her armpits and lifted her from the crib. She set her down on the ground with a smile. She placed Jane down so that the woman was between Jane, and the now open door leading out of the nursery.

Jane barely hesitated once she felt her feet touch the ground. She began to rush towards the door, but her rush was more of a waddle. Maybe it was the diaper, or maybe it was something about her legs, but she just couldn't run as well as she wanted to. Step by step, her legs wobbled, as if carrying far too much weight. She didn't make it more than ten steps before the giant woman picked her up, and placed her farther away from the door. She waved a single finger at Jane. "No, no. Babies can't go out of their nursery unsupervised!"

"I'll be fine going out on my- umph!" Jane's speech was cut off when an all too familiar pacifier was put into her mouth, silencing her to no more than suckling noises. She was ready to spit that pacifier back out, but already the movements of her lips felt difficult to fully control. Why do I even TRY to communicate with them? She mentally asked herself as she rolled her eyes.

"I know babies are curious." The giant woman giggled. She grabbed onto Jane's hand, and slowly pulled her over to the toy box. With her free hand, she opened up the colorful box, and pulled out a rattle. A baby blue rattle with pink dots, and a small pink circular ring around it. "Why don't you shake this? Aren't you curious as to why it makes noise?" the giant woman said with a wiggle of that rattle.

Jane wanted to tell the woman to fuck off. The glare in her eyes indicated just as such as she was pulled along to the toy box, but any struggle she did was just ignored. Once the rattle was pulled out, Jane let out an angry huff through her nose. Of course she knew how the pacifier worked, any adult with half a brain would know. There was...there...was... Jane's gears ticked in her brain as she stared at the rattle. There is something inside the rattle that makes it make that noise. She thought to herself, but she was drawing a blank as to what exactly was inside the rattle. She reached forward, and grabbed the handle of the rattle. She took it into her own hands, and stared down at the toy curiously. I...I know how these work. She thought to herself, yet for the life of her, she couldn't remember how they functioned.

"Now, mommy has to go check on the other babies, so you just sit here and play nicely, okay?" The giant woman cooed. She gave Jane a kiss on the forehead before she left the room once more, the large door opening and closing behind her.

Jane watched the giant woman leave with wide eyes. As the woman opened and closed the door, it took Jane a moment to mentally ask herself. Why didn't I try to jar the door again? She thought. She had a rattle, she had clear access to throw it, yet she didn't, and now it was too late. What's happening to me? She thought as she suckled on the pacifier, her eyes stared at the door as her ears picked up the noise of the television that continued to play baby shows.

Jane stared at the television briefly, and then she turned her attention back to the door. She mentally told herself that she couldn't lose focus, she had to try to escape. She stood up, and even though her legs wobbled, she waddled her way to the door, step by step. Once she made it to the cold black steel door, she put her hand on the door panel, only to find it would not open for her.

"I knew that would be too easy to work." Jane muttered. She angrily smacked the palm of her hand, hidden by her onesie outfit, up against the screen, yet nothing worked. She clenched her hand into a fist, and tried punching it, yet with her strength restricted due to the size of the onesie, it failed to do anything. She raised up her rattle, and smacked it against the panel, but to no avail, not even a dent. How am I supposed to get this open? She thought to herself. She looked back to the toy box, and noticed a red hammer with yellow handles. That could work.

Jane waddled back to the toy box, picked up the hammer with both of her hands, and waddled back to the door. She paid no attention to the fact that she looked like an overgrown baby with a look of determination on her face, just waddling around with a toy in her two hands. She raised up the hammer over her head, and brought it down to the hand scanner. As the blunt part of the hammer smacked against the scanner...the hammer let out a loud squeak.

Jane froze as she heard the squeak. She raised the hammer again, and noticed the hand scanner didn't even have a dent in it. Out of anger, she hit it with the hammer again, and again. Why isn't this working?! She thought to herself. It was a hammer, it should have worked...right?

Jane stared at the door, and then at the hammer. She smacked the door repeatedly with the hammer, yet the only thing that resulted was more squeaking noises. Neither the hammer, nor the door took any sort of visible damage, which annoyed Jane to no end. She knew how tools worked, why didn't the colorful light hammer work?!

With a frustrated grunt from behind her pacifier, she tossed it aside. Nothing she did was getting her out of her nursery, and she hated it. She felt as if she were ready to cry, but just as her lips quivered, a wet fart escaped from her ass. Jane couldn't feel her body on the inside do it, but she could certainly hear the sound of hissing up against her diaper, and a very warm feeling grow on her ass. Her legs trembled, and with wide eyes, she fell down to the floor, and moaned from behind her pacifier as she orgasmed, all while she used her diaper. She filled that diaper with both urine, and shit.

Jane wasn't sure how she should feel as she continued to fill her diaper. Just that her body was going through an orgasm, and nothing she thought of could control it. The sheer fact her diaper didn't burst with how much waste she filled it with was nothing short of amazing. She rose off the ground slightly as her diaper took on a brown hue behind her as it filled with waste, while the front took on a yellow hue as she pissed in it.

Once Jane filled up that huge diaper inside of her onesie, she struggled to get back up. She planted her feet on the ground, and tried to raise her body. While she could raise the diaper an inch off the ground, it didn't matter, it was just too heavy for her to carry, and she fell flat on her ass into the shit again. She was practically immobile with the diaper filled with her waste, and there she was, sitting right in front of the door that would have helped her get one step closer to freedom, had she figured out why she couldn't open it.

Jane stared at the door for what felt like hours, suckling passively on her pacifier. She was barely even aware she was sucking on it at this point, it just felt something so natural to do, just like breathing. She felt disgusted and humiliated with the shit filled diaper still stuck on her, yet at the same time, she also felt aroused, a sensation that created an endless loop of more humiliation, and more arousal. Her cheeks were beet red from embarrassment. She prayed the door didn't open to reveal someone, but at the same time, she also hoped it did, if only to fix her diaper situation.

The door suddenly opened to reveal that massive woman, best described as a MILF, once more. Only moments after the woman entered, there was an audible sniff coming from her nose. "Well, someone pooped themselves. I can smell it." She didn't just have to smell, just looking down at Jane was more than enough to see the huge load, a load that looked like a lumpy miniature beanbag chair. "Let's get you changed up, and then give you a nice warm bubbly bath." The woman lifted up Jane with two hands, and carried her out with the diaper drooping down beneath Jane. The sheer fact the straps held onto Jane's waist was nothing short of a miracle as it bounced up and down as Jane was carried.

Jane struggled, though her struggle was more around wriggling than it was actually trying to hurt the woman, as if Jane were a worm trying to wiggle off a hook. Jane was already well aware of her lack of strength, and as humiliating as the idea was of running around with a full load in her pants, she was at a loss about what she could do in order to get away effectively. She loathed the idea of the woman giving her a bath, Jane was a grown woman, and she didn't need to be given a bath by anyone!

The woman carried her to what looked like a giant bathroom, at least giant to Jane, normal sized for the woman that carried Jane. There was a changing table attached to the wall that folded downward, and a bathtub with plenty of baby bath toys. The woman set Jane down on the changing table, and removed her onesie. She took off the loaded diaper, and tossed it into the nearby trash before she began to clean Jane's shit covered rear.

Jane gasped as she was freed out of her onesie so easily. She thought now was her chance. She was naked, but she was free. She was quick to slam her now bare feet on the changing table and she tried to stand up, but the giant woman was quick to pin her arms down onto the table.

"No, no, no. Curious babies are trouble babies. There is too much danger for you to go out on your own." The giant woman said, cooing and smiling down at her sweetly.

Jane let out a frustrated "Mrphmph" from behind her pacifier. As useless as it was to speak in the first place, at least letting this woman know how she felt would have made her feel better, yet she couldn't even do that. She tried to spit the pacifier out, but all she could manage to do with it was roll it around the inside of her lips, and dribble some drool out of her maw. She knew the last pacifier's effects had worn off after some time. It frustrated her that this one didn't wear off nearly as quick.

"Oh now, I'm sure your new mother will take you on all kinds of trips and let you see all sorts of things." The big woman explained. With Jane's body cleaned up of waste, the woman lifted her up, and carried her over to the massive bath. While the bath was shaped like a normal bathtub, it was almost big enough to serve as a miniature pool for Jane. "Just as soon as her payments clear."

New mother? Jane thought to herself. She tried to wrestle, but her muscles felt weakened. Even though she was free of the onesie, it just looked as if she were flailing around helplessly in the woman's arms. As she was placed in the warm water, she started splashing, and splashing heavily.

"Such a very lively baby." The woman held down Jane with seemingly little effort, though not hard enough to put her under the water. She grabbed a cup nearby, filled it up with warm water, and dumped it over Jane's hair.

I'm not a fucking BABY. Jane mentally shouted, as she knew no actual shouting would get her anywhere regardless. Her body felt heavy as she struggled. It was getting harder for her to move her arms so wildly. After a good five minutes of struggling, she let out a frustrated sigh and stopped resisting. It felt like trying to wrestle free from a hairless gorilla.

With Jane's reduced struggle, the giant woman continued to bathe her like a baby. She used a washcloth to clean up Jane everywhere. Her arms, her legs, her shaven vagina, shampoo on her head that smelled like bubblegum, the woman gave Jane a bath. She occasionally squeaked a toy, as if trying to get Jane happy periodically, but never spending too much time on the toys.

Jane's grimace said it all. She loathed it, yet there was nothing she could do. She was treated like a baby, and she felt as helpless as a baby. The bath toys made her perk up when she heard the loud squeaks, but it wasn't quite enough to entertain her. She mentally cursed and swore as her muscles were just too tired to fight off the woman by this point. She knew that her stamina wasn't this bad before she arrived at the space station, yet she knew there wasn't anything she could do about it besides not eat, and just pray that she could find a way to escape. Yet, nothing she had attempted, at least lately, proved remotely successful. I just...I just have to bide my time or something. She mentally told herself.

After an amount of time that Jane did not want to keep track of, not quite long enough to get her skin wrinkled, but long enough to get her body soaked in lukewarm water, the large woman carried Jane out, and dried her with a nearby towel. Once finished, she carried her into a separate room that looked almost like a locker room, except the lockers were made of wood, and very brightly colored.

The large woman looked down at Jane with a smile. "You're still so thin. You simply MUST fatten up." She poked Jane's bare belly playfully. She then bent down, sealed her lips over Jane's belly button, and gave her a raspberry.

Yeah, like that one story where the witch wants to fatten up and- hey! Jane tried to think to herself, but her thoughts were cut short as the woman bent her head downward. She was afraid where she was going to go at first, she feared the large woman might do something between her legs. Instead, she did something much more humiliating. Jane felt the warmth of the woman's breath, and the moistness of her lips against her belly. She felt the air, and she couldn't help but break a smile, and suddenly laugh. It was a laughter she hated, but there was little she could do about it.

The giant woman grinned devilishly down at Jane. "Baby needs to cheer up. Her life isn't THAT bad." She tickled Jane's clean feet for a moment, and then she pulled out yet another large, fluffy diaper. She redressed Jane in a diaper, and a new pink onesie with colorful cartoony bears. "Now, let's get you a bottle. Don't make a mess with it!" she picked up Jane, and carried her out of the bathroom.

Jane crossed her arms over her chest, and looked away from the giant woman with a "Humph." She didn't even get the woman's name. Her stomach growled hungrily at the mention of a bottle, while her face blushed as bright as her onesie. She tried to wiggle the pacifier out of her mouth, but to no avail. Not even her tongue had the strength to push the thing out of her mouth.

"You're still such a fussy baby." The giant woman smiled down at Jane as she took her into a room that was best described as a massive kitchen. She opened up the pantry to reveal baby food of all sorts. Not just bottles, but containers of mashed up food, as well as food that melted in one's mouth into nothingness, baby snacks. The woman grabbed a bottle, took out the pacifier, and replaced it with the bottle, holding it firmly with one hand up against Jane's lips.

Jane's energy still felt weak from the bath earlier. Her muscles felt relaxed and loose, but not strong enough to attack the giant woman. She could at least try to keep her lips closed, but it was no use. The nipple from the bottle was pushed right into her mouth, and she found herself suckling from it without even realizing that she was doing it until the warm milk hit her tongue. She glared up angrily at the woman as she drank. She reached up to grab the bottle, but she looked like little more an angry large baby, unable to match the strength of the woman to pull the bottle away, much less struggle out from her grasp.

The woman carried Jane back into her nursery. While cradling her with one hand, like the baby she was dressed as, she grabbed a book from the shelf with the other. "Now that we're all nice and clean, how about a nice book?"

Jane continued to suckle her bottle like the baby she was made to imitate. She closed her lips around the nipple of the bottle angrily, but then she turned her attention to the book. Part of her was curious as to what the giant woman was going to read, though when Jane's eyes saw the letters of the book, her vision blurred. She could make out a child with short yellow hair and a blue onesie, but the white words were a total jumble, as if they were an alien language. The book itself with the picture looked familiar, like a book her own mother read to her when she was young. Yet she couldn't remember what the words were for the life of her, let alone read the very book in front of her.

The giant woman grinned down at Jane, and set her down on her lap. The diaper crinkled audibly as it pressed up against her large thighs. She opened up the small book, and began to read in a soft voice.

Jane's brow furrowed as the giant woman read, yet part of her couldn't help but be fixated to the sound of her voice reading. It was so soothing and calming, and the very words of the story continued to remind her of her childhood. She let out a yawn from behind her bottle, although she felt humiliated as she did so. She was being treated far more like a baby than she could have ever possibly imagined, and as much as she wanted to loathe it, she couldn't find herself doing so.

The giant woman grinned down at Jane as she kept reading using her calming, soothing voice. Jane's head rested between the woman's chest, and it acted almost like a pillow for her. The woman stroked Jane's short red hair slowly.

Jane found it hard to focus on the words. It wasn't that she couldn't understand what the giant woman was saying, just that she felt more and more tired. She felt so irritated too, she knew she had woken up only a short time ago, at least it FELT like a short time ago, yet here she was being put to sleep once more, as if she were a baby that needed plenty of sleep. She couldn't hold the bottle in her mouth any longer, and once it dropped onto the floor, landing with a soft thud, Jane fell asleep once again.

Jane slept for what felt like ages. She dreamt of being a baby, the exact same treatment she was getting now, and then she dreamt about escaping, finally getting away, and being put back under the pressures of everyday life, and oddly a sensation of nervousness with that normal life. She dreamt of herself piloting a ship, yet the sheer act of piloting, even in empty space she felt her heart throb heavily under her chest. There were brief flashes and images of her doing other mundane adult things. Taxes, working, everything made her nervous, it made her sad, she almost felt herself toss and turn in her own crib. Even the sight and sounds of a diaper flushing made her jump.

Suddenly, Jane experienced something else in her dream. She dreamt of being treated like the baby she was now. She dreamt of getting bathed, being read to. She dreamt of the very things that was already happening to her. It calmed her down, it soothed her, and it made her smile happily. During the dream, she dreamt that she also wet herself, and she could feel herself wetting her own diaper, shitting in it too. It made her coo in happiness, her body filled with pleasure as her 'mother' in her dream urged her to fill up that diaper, to be the big messy baby that she was meant to be.

Jane awoke with a smile on her face, and a very messy diaper between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open, and only when she was fully awake did she finally realize what she awoke too. "Oh...eet." she mumbled. Her pacifier no longer in her mouth, and a new day, at least what she assumed was a new day, she was ready to voice her opinion. Unfortunately, she realized that her voice sounded slurred, even without the pacifier. She couldn't even remember if that was a problem before. She reached up to scratch her short hair, but the onesie didn't let her stretch that far. With a frustrated sigh, she fell back against the crib in her messy diaper. She hated how good it felt to be in a messy diaper. She felt wet between her legs, and it wasn't all from her waste that stayed in her onesie. She hated to admit how impressed she was that it never seemed to leak out of her diaper.

Jane looked down at her diaper, but as she looked down, she had a realization. Her stomach jutted out a bit more than it did before. Am I...getting fat? She thought to herself. She knew the giant woman said something about fattening her up. Was she taking it literal?

Before Jane had too much time to think on it, the door opened to reveal the giant woman again. "And how are we doing today?" she asked with a huge grin on her face. It didn't take long for that grin to vanish though. "Oh my, someone made a huge stinky while they were asleep, didn't they?" she moved up to the side of the crib where Jane lied. "Did you enjoy it?" the woman asked down to her with a grin.

Jane opened her mouth to speak, but little more than babble came out. "Ah gahoo neh neh." She was already humiliated on so many levels. Now, she couldn't even speak properly. She blushed red, and then began to shout more. "Ah gooba meh plesh!" I don't have a pacifier in my mouth. I don't have a bottle in my mouth, why can't I speak?! She thought to herself in a panic. Her heart throbbed heavily as her body filled with fear. Even if she could escape this horrible space station, she wondered if she could ever speak normally again.

"I'll take that as a yes." The woman kneeled down, and picked up Jane once more. "You look like you're ready for more education, perhaps you'd like a partner to play with today, after changing your diaper of course." She carried Jane to the changing table, and changed her diaper, just like she had done so many times before.

Jane's mind wasn't sure if she wanted to wrestle at this point. It was a fruitless struggle if she did, plus her body felt lethargic, as if she had problems even standing on her own. In addition to that, for a reason that Jane wished she could explain, she still felt a sense of arousal when she was getting her diaper changed. "Agah! A-gah!" her feet kicked, and her arms straightened up in the air when she was freed from her diaper, her feminine cunt exposed to the world once more.

"You like it, don't you?" The giant woman tossed the dirty diaper away, as she had so many times before, and wiped Jane's crotch clean with a wet disposable cloth, then a bit of powder. With a clean diaper placed under Jane's rear, the giant woman then slid a single finger over her vagina, gently touching those nether lips.

Jane wanted to shout no, she wanted to control her lips and tongue enough for her to at least do that much, something that some babies could very well do, yet when she felt the single finger slide over her vagina, she shivered with undesired pleasure. "A-guuuhh." She sputtered. Her eyes suddenly widened as she heard a familiar sound, the sound of her urine hitting the diaper, and a warm feeling on her ass. The diaper hadn't even been placed fully on her yet, and here she was, pissing and shitting right in front of the giant woman. Jane knew she could do nothing to stop it, she had no control over her bowels, nor did she have control over the pleasure that crapping gave her. She felt herself grow wet and aroused, quickly reaching an orgasm, right in front of the giant woman, and staying in that orgasm for as long as she filled up that diaper.

"At least you decided to wait until after I put the diaper on." The giant woman said as she watched that bare vagina piss briefly, right before she closed and sealed the diaper. "But we have to make sure you don't mess up your onesie!" she gave Jane's belly button a quick poke, with a laugh. "You're progressing quite quickly! Your new mommy will be utterly delighted with how much you're using your diapers."

Jane felt a fart escape from her ass cheeks when her belly button was poked, and more waste coming out excessively, filling up that new diaper more. She hated it, she was just changed not a minute ago, and cleaned no less, and now she was making another big huge mess. She wasn't sure how long ago it was that she used her diaper in her sleep, but she knew she never shit and pissed as much as she was now, it was absolutely excessive, and the diaper was already poofy enough to almost be down to her knees. Combined with her excessive waste, waste that Jane wasn't even sure how it was possible when she was only drinking warm milk, and it was well past her knees, two thirds of the way down her legs in fact.

The giant woman waited once Jane was done, then pressed on Jane's slightly chubby belly again. "Since you've already filled your diaper, let's just run a few...checks to make sure you're properly adjusting. The first time may have been a fluke."

Jane reached down to try to grab the giant woman's finger, but it was too late. She felt her belly pressed, and while she felt no pain, or anything but a bit of pressure on her belly for that matter, she let out another fart in her diaper. A fluke? What, am I supposed to fart on command now? She thought to herself. She stared down at her belly in wonder, her stomach slightly chubbier than she remembered it from before. Just how many changes are they really doing to me? She mentally added. She was already dressed like a baby, she was eating like a baby, and she used her diaper like a baby. What more truly needed to be done?

"Good, so you're doing that on command. Let's see..." the giant woman pulled out what looked like a clipboard from behind her back. It was hard to tell where she even hid such a thing. "You do that with a simple press...you do that...oh, we have to check your weight again." The giant woman cleaned up Jane once more, put her in a fresh diaper, and took her to the familiar room from before that resembled a doctor's office so well.

Jane just mentally grumbled as she went with the giant woman. It was hard to keep having hope when all of her struggles were in vain. She just hoped it would end soon and she would get put in a different situation, maybe some place that allowed her to escape. She thought that, maybe if she cooperated, they would be more lenient on restraining her.

"135 pounds." The giant woman stated once she weighed Jane on the all too familiar scale from last time. "A slight improvement of about 5 pounds, but not nearly quite where we need you yet." The woman took Jane off the scale, and brought her down the hallways once more, although the twists and turns she was making was not quite the same twists and turns as she made to get up to the doctor's office room.

Jane hated being reminded of her weight. She wasn't fat, and she damn well knew it. She stretched and wiggled in the giant woman's arms, not quite hard enough to escape, but studying points where she would wiggle more. Jane was confident she could find a way out, it was only a matter of time. She had to find a way away from the robots, and away from the massive woman that kept taking care of her, one that was so...motherly towards her, and not in the way Jane would have preferred.

The giant woman took her to another room, and as the door opened, it revealed a kindergarten-like room, one that Jane had been in earlier. Unlike last time though, this room was filled with women in diapers. The scent of baby powder was strong in the room, only lightly mixed in with the scent of shit from some of the filled diapers. The women were playing around with toys, watching television, it looked like a sort of daycare center, with one robot watching all of the children. The robot looked almost identical to the ones Jane had seen before, just with a different face on the screen.

Jane couldn't believe her eyes at the sights before her. She had seen the room before, but she had never seen it filled with, well she wanted to say children at first, but that wasn't the proper word. She remembered seeing some of the faces of the women earlier, and now they were behaving like liter toddlers. She wanted to scream, to shout, to ask them why they weren't trying to escape, but the only thing that left Jane's lips were "Aba gagoo apapapa!"

"That's right." The giant woman replied with a smirk down at Jane. "You're going to socialize with babies just like yourself. Won't that be fun?" she walked her over to the television. "Unless of course you'd rather just watch your shows." She set Jane down, and put her hands on her hips. "I'll be back in a few hours, we have some...issues to take care of. Be good for the robot, okay?" With a blowing kiss, the giant woman left Jane behind in the room with the various other adult women in diapers.

Jane was still in disbelief at where she now was. She turned to her left, and to her right. She tried to count the total amount of women that were there with her, but she found herself not being able to count past ten, although she knew there was at least twice that many. She tried counting by tens, and she estimated there were ten, ten, five women. Many of them were behaving just like little children. Some had a depressed look on their faces as they watched television, but none of them seemed to be resistant to anything being done with them. Jane stared more at the women than the toys or television. She was more mesmerized the women weren't doing anything to stop what was going on, let alone work together to escape. Jane wasn't going to take this. She shouted "Babba Umba Eeagapo!" to try to get attention, yet not one woman was interested in her. I've been here longer than some of these women, and they're already so...baby like. She thought to herself in disbelief.

Jane turned her attention to the door that the robot was near. She watched the face on the robot turn from side to side to keep track of all of the women, and it made her wonder. She stood up, and with her huge diaper hindering her movement, she waddled to the door as fast as her legs could take her, which was far slower than she was used to. As she got to the door, she turned back to the robot right beside the door.

The robot's face turned right back to Jane. The robot spoke nothing. It's face little more than green pixels on a black screen, the eyes, circles within circles that looked at Jane, staring at her with a thin line of sprites to represent the robot's mouth, unmoving.

The stare between the two felt as if it lasted for an eternity. Jane's eyes were fierce with determination, while the robot's eyes barely had any emotion at all.

There was a sudden thump in the daycare-like facility. A quick glance, and one could tell that one of the many adult women in diapers just fell back on the chair and hit their head against the carpeted floor. There was a small moment of silence, before the woman began to cry. Her voice cried out like a combination of a baby whine with an adult voice.

The robot was quick to react to the situation. It ignored Jane while it raced over to the 'infant' that fell over to tend to their needs, starting with a pack of ice.

Jane watched the robot at first, and then turned to the door. This is my chance. I can do this. She thought to herself. She waddled up to the door, and ignoring the hand scanner, just tried to pry the door open with her bare fingers. She knew the scanner wasn't working, she knew it was fruitless to try it that way, yet no matter how much she tried to pry open the door it wouldn't budge. Jane tried pushing in the tips of her fingers through the line in the center, yet she couldn't get it open. As she strained, her head turned to the side, and she noticed something up against the wall.

There was a ventilation shaft, just about her size, and the screws had been removed from the grate. Jane stared at the grate momentarily. Part of her was in disbelief, yet another part of her wondered why the other women had never noticed it, or maybe they had. With the robot still busy, Jane pulled the grate off, crawled inside, and then put the grate back into place behind her. She found she had to crawl inside the shaft, but it was much easier for her to crawl than it was to walk anyways with the large diaper to begin with. Jane quickly made her way through the shaft to get out of the line of sight of the robot. She knew she had to come back for the other women, but she also had to save herself before she could save others.

The shaft was clean, but cold. Jane noticed that, despite the lack of lighting in the shaft, she could still see where she was going. The shaft that led out to the hallways was straightforward, but Jane knew better than to just go straight out into the halls. She crawled off inside the shaft, unsure about where exactly she was headed, just that it was a direction away from the nursery. Occasionally she could see out through a grate, but it did little to help reveal what direction she was really going. Each and every spot she looked out from the grate looked identical, the same hallway after the same hallway.

Jane thought to herself what kind of crazy spaceship she was in. How the adult women behaved like such babies, and how the robots and giant women treated her. The idea of being babied for the rest of her life, she couldn't get the idea out of her head, nor could she get the thought out that the idea of being babied felt...good.

As Jane became lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt her diaper grow damp. Shit, shit, shit. Not here! She panicked, and tried to keep crawling, unfortunately with the shitting came another uncontrollable orgasm. She heard the farts from her uncontrollable asshole echo in the shaft as she soiled her diaper, and let out a baby sounding long happy 'goo' as she kept orgasming as she shit. She felt her heard pound heavily as she was frozen in the vent, stuck, unable to move thanks to her immense pleasure she was getting from soiling herself in her baby onesie. After what felt like an eternity, she would eventually stop filling up her diaper, but she would be filling the vents with the scent of her shit and urine. Fuck...what I wouldn't give to do that forever. She thought to herself, without even a pause to think about what she really said. After a moment of pause, she crawled once more in the shaft, not sure about her destination, just that she wanted to go somewhere.

As Jane crawled along, her chubby body began to tire, but the fear of getting caught was enough to keep her going. Her full diaper sloshed and squished behind her, surprisingly durable enough not to break free behind her. As Jane kept going, she lost track of how many times she turned left or right, and how many times she crawled up and down, she just wanted to escape, yet it felt as if she was stuck in a maze.

Jane wasn't sure how long she had spent in the vents. She was sure that the robots were looking for her by now, yet even with her racing heart, it was hard to keep dragging her heavy diaper along. She panted heavily, and started to crawl again, but she froze. She turned to her diaper, and found that she had shit in it so much, that she had become stuck in the vents. How the fuck is that even POSSIBLE?! She thought to herself with widening eyes at her situation. She was trapped. She couldn't undo her onesie, she couldn't get out of her diaper, and worse yet, she felt out of energy from crawling so much.

Jane pushed and pulled inside the vent, grunting and groaning like the trapped infant she felt like. She could hear the squishes and squelching of her shit in her overfilled diaper, and she hated it. I'm never going to get out of here. I'm going to be stuck for the rest of my damn life. Even if they find me, I'm not getting out of this space station. She thought to herself. She remembered so many other missions she had been on before, and how many lives she saved. Now here she was, unable to even save herself.

Jane laid in the vent with a grimace on her face. She could smell the shit from her diaper, and she could feel the diaper itself grow cold, even in the ventilation shafts that blew warm air. She let out a frustrated sigh, unsure of what she could do now. Even if I got out...could I ever live normally? She tried to imagine herself doing her normal activities, stopping villains, flying her spaceship. The thoughts of such things made her incredibly nervous, and she couldn't imagine why. She did picture herself wearing a diaper every single time though, as she couldn't control her own bowels. A casual fart escaped from her ass into her loaded diaper, as if to remind her of such things. Nobody would take me fucking seriously until I figured out how to fix my diaper situation. She had never dealt with such a thing before, she wasn't even sure how to approach it.

Jane wasn't sure how much time had passed since she was in the shaft. She wasn't even sure if the robots in the space station were even looking for her. She could hear the noises of whirring wheels, but they always moved past her. Her stomach grumbled hungrily, and she just let out a sigh. She knew she couldn't talk at this point, anything she said came out as nothing but baby babbles. Even if she did talk, it would just lead to her capture, but at the same time, she didn't know what else she could do. She could only lay there and wait until the robots found her, or quite possibly, she ended up losing her own life, all because her shit clogged up the vent. She found herself eventually closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Jane slowly opened her eyes, and she found herself back in an all too familiar nursery, wearing a fresh clean pair of diapers. She blinked rapidly, and slowly raised her head. They found me? How? When? What the hell happened?! She had so many questions, but she knew she couldn't ask them out loud. She was shocked that she was out so cold that they could bring her back to the nursery without even waking her up!

Jane wriggled around in the crib out of pure frustration. She noticed the crib she was in was different. The height was taller, the blanket wouldn't lift completely up off the mattress, and there was a lack of toys, plush animals, and other baby things. It was a crib with pillows, a blanket, and nothing else. "Agamagoo!" she shouted with a whine. I'm never going to fucking get out of here! She mentally shouted. She was at a loss for what to do now. She felt hopeless. Every escape attempt ended in failure, and even if she got out, the idea of driving a ship intimidated her. The thought of asking someone to help her get out of her outfit and her diaper, the diaper that she felt as if she constantly shit into and enjoyed it, humiliated her. She needed someone special to help her, someone who understood her every needs. I need...a mommy. She thought to herself, before she second guessed her own thoughts.

Jane didn't have much time to second guess herself before the door opened to reveal the giant woman that Jane had met so many times before. The giant woman had a massive frown on her face, and her hands on her hips as she walked over to Jane. "You know how long it took for us to find you? Good thing we installed that tracking chip, otherwise who knows what could have happened!"

Tracking chip? When?! How?! Jane thought to herself with slowly widening eyes. She didn't remember ever having surgery for such things. She had so many questions about how the space station worked, and how it did the things that it did to people.

"I'm sure you have so many questions right now." The giant woman giggled at Jane's wide eyes. She grabbed her in her arms, and held her close. "I can feel your heart pounding from how afraid you are. It's okay. Babies are new to the world, they don't know how many things work."

Jane wanted to shout at the woman she wasn't a baby. "Emma nooga boobagah!" she wriggled her body, but it felt...hard to wriggle. It was then she looked at her arms and realized how much chubbier she had gotten. Just how long was I out?! How am I getting so fat when I'm shitting so much?! She was on the verge of crying. She was confused, humiliated, and nothing she did ever helped her get free.

"Today is your big day." The giant woman said as she carried Jane out of the nursery with little effort. "You look chubby enough. Maybe not quite in the 300s, but once you're...reeducated, you should grow to such sizes quickly." The woman took her to the familiar doctor's room that Jane had been to so many times before, and weighed her.

Reeducated? I can barely fucking talk, walk, or do ANYTHING on my own! Jane thought to herself in a panic. With wide eyes, she struggled harder than she had ever struggled before, unfortunately it didn't amount to much in the giant woman's grasp. She was almost just like a real baby to her in terms of size, and just as easy to hold, regardless of how much Jane wriggled. The least you fuckers can do is let me THINK for myself!

"150 pounds, a very nice improvement from last time, but all of that lack of eating can't be helping you." The giant woman reached into one of the cupboards in the doctor's office, and pulled out a small pink sphere that almost resembled a marshmallow, but much smaller in size. "Here you go, for being a good girl about getting weighed." She offered it to Jane.

Jane was quick to grab the treat, but not so quick to eat it. She was ready to throw it right back at the woman, but her stomach growled hungrily. She forgot the last time she even did eat. All they fed her here was bottles of warm milk that tasted like a warm milkshake. With a grimace on her face, she stuffed the candy in her mouth, and felt it dissolve on her tongue. It tasted like a sweet strawberry, surprisingly delicious, but that didn't change the frown on her face.

The giant woman was quick to offer Jane a bottle as well. "You were gone for so long that you missed snack time too, you must be starving." Unlike the sweet treat from earlier though, this time the woman picked up Jane, and put the bottle right to her lips.

Jane took the bottle with a glare and began to suckle without a second thought. She was still upset at the woman, and at the space station. She still had every intention to want to get out, but she didn't say it out loud. She couldn't say it out loud. She just had to think about how to escape while she was being tracked, and how to deal with how difficult it was to navigate the space station. Many hallways were similar, and while there were sometimes signs, her eyes blurred at each sign, making them all look identical when it came to their wording.

The woman carried Jane out of the doctor's office, and down many more hallways. Sounds of other women crying could be heard, along with other rooms with soft lullaby music, baby shows, and various other sounds that might come from a baby room in multiple other rooms the woman took Jane by.

Jane tried to get a look in each room, yet as she was cradled, it made it hard to glance inside them as most of them were closed. We're taking much longer than usual... She thought to herself. Unfortunately, she lost her trail of thoughts as she heard an all too familiar 'pffrt' sound from her ass, and then the sound of her urine hitting the diaper once more. Shit shit shit! She couldn't control herself, nor could she control what else was happening with her body. She felt herself getting aroused enough to orgasm, and right in the hands of the giant woman while she was shitting. Her hands, unable to hold the bottle, let it drop onto her body as she let out a moan that sounded incredibly babyish as she continued to shit and piss herself. Her mouth stuck in an O shape, her legs went ridged, and her eyes rolled up from the pleasure her body was getting, all thanks to her soiling herself.

The giant woman couldn't help but laugh. "You have THE cutest face when you're soiling yourself." She teased. She took a sudden turn through a doorway and led her into what appeared to be a large bathroom, complete with changing table that the woman set Jane down onto. "We'll fix you up once you're finished. I know you like wearing a soiled diaper, but you'll have all the time to soil yourself watching the movie."

Mo-mo... Jane couldn't even focus enough to think about what the woman said. She just couldn't stop soiling herself and having one intense orgasm while she shit and filled up her diaper fill of her waste. Her toes curled, and she slowly tried thrashing around, but she could barely move from the constant pleasure she was being given.

By the time Jane finished crapping, her diaper was almost bigger than her own torso. She laid on the changing table panting heavily. She could feel the warm waste touch her ass, and the wetness of the front of her diaper brush against her bare vagina. She felt herself sweating slightly, and she could only lie there, looking up at the giant woman who had just watched her the entire time.

The woman kept a grin on the entire time Jane soiled herself. Once Jane was finished, she pulled open the diaper to reveal the massive shit she had created, a semi-solid lump with urine piled on top of it. "You're taking very big craps, and so very often too, you're getting to be quite the effective baby. Just a little more weight, and some more changes up here," the woman gently brushed Jane's red hair. "And you'll be ready." With a heave, she picked up Jane's diaper, and tossed it into a garbage next to the changing table.

I don't WANT to be brainwashed! Jane shouted mentally, although when she tried to shout verbally, it came out as nothing than baby noises. Her humiliation knew no end, and the only thing she had to be thankful for was that it was a secluded space station, but not even she was sure how much longer that was going to last.

"You're quite a talker too. We can't have you doing that during the movies. Good babies are silent when movies are playing." The woman took out a pink pacifier from the pockets in her outfit, and put it right onto Jane's lips.

Jane took the pacifier into her mouth with a grimace on her face. It wasn't that she was upset about the pacifier. That actually helped sooth her emotions. It was how the giant woman was treating her. I'm not a baby and I don't need any damn brainwashing. She thought to herself in a huff as she looked away from the woman. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but she already wasn't looking forward to it.

Jane was brought into a large room that resembled a movie theater, except the chairs in said theater looked more like baby chairs, complete with strap to keep the baby in place. Various other women were already put in place, while others were being set there by women of all shapes and sizes, including robots. Jane herself was placed in one and strapped in. "Now, you be good and I'll be back in a few hours once the movie is done, okay?" the giant woman gave a kiss on the top of Jane's head before she left Jane sitting there.

Jane was baffled at the sight of so many women. She had seen many of them before, but this was a good...well, she tried to count, but she found herself having problems counting still. She just knew there were more woman than she had seen in the space station, more than what the spaceship earlier dropped off, more than the 'daycare' she was dropped off at. It wasn't an endless amount, but to Jane, it felt that way.

One by one, the larger women and robots left to leave only the 'baby' women strapped onto their chairs. Some were struggling, some were more complacent, and yet others were shitting and pissing their diapers already. The scent of waste lightly filled the air, and the sounds of women orgasming from filling their diapers was undeniable. Jane slowly came to realize that she wasn't the only one being trained in such a manner.

The lights in the movie theater-like area dimmed and a movie began to play. Jane shut her eyes and looked away at first. She wanted to cover her ears, but the strap that tied her down to her chair also pinned down her hands. She could only wriggle, and while she knew the concept of how to undo a belt, her fingers covered up by her onesie outfit just kept slipping and sliding as if she lacked the dexterity to use them properly.

She couldn't shut her ears, and she heard the soft sound a voice that instructed her to listen. The voice sounded lighthearted and gentle, coming from all angles around her from the speakers. I will NOT listen... she mentally told herself. Even if something deep inside of her told her that it would be entertaining to watch, and she should open her eyes to see.

As the movie went on, Jane kept her eyes closed as long as she could. She could hear the sounds of the other women enjoying it, but she didn't give in, as tempting as it was. It sounded as if it were a kid's cartoon, something she knew she should hate hated to watch, yet for a reason she couldn't pinpoint, her thoughts were telling her she should open her eyes to see it as she heard laughter and giggles that sounded incredibly babyish from the other women surrounding her. No...I don't care! She mentally told herself, repeating the phrase over and over. She was determined not to get brainwashed. She may not have been able to add correctly, nor did she know how to properly work tools, but that didn't mean she would succumb to watching children's movies and being subjected to whatever they wanted her to learn.

Just as the movie ended, the large women and robots came back in to pick up the women in diapers. By now, the majority of them had wet, or shitted their diapers, giving the entire theater a scent that resembled a public bathroom. The giant woman that took care of Jane so many times already lifted her up, and grinned at Jane's shut eyes. "How long did you keep your eyes closed? Silly baby, you missed some of the best parts. Are you going to be ready for part two tomorrow?"

Part two? I'm coming BACK here?! Jane thought frantically to herself. She barely had the willpower to keep her eyes shut through one session, not that she was sure how long it even lasted; it felt like an eternity. She was thankful she hadn't wet her diaper during the movie at least, although her stomach was growling hungrily.

The giant woman just giggled. She took the pacifier out of Jane's mouth, and gave her a bottle of warm milk. "Here you go. Now, let's get you back to your room, and we'll work on another part of your little head tonight."

Jane drank from the bottle without a second thought. Her eyes widened at the woman as she wondered what she planned. She made it through the movie, but she still hadn't thought of a way to escape that would work, and she feared the longer they kept her, the more complacent she would become.

The woman took Jane back to the familiar sight that was Jane's 'bedroom', complete with the new crib. The woman placed Jane down in it, and smiled. "Now, you sit and enjoy, I'll be back later for your next feeding." She set the pacifier down onto the crib mattress near Jane. "When you're done with your bottle, there's your nookie. Have fun." Before she left, she turned on a television nearby that played a cartoon children show, a show that resembled the one that played in the movie theater area before.

Jane mentally grumbled and turned to see the television. She wanted to hate the cartoon characters, she wanted to loathe the colorful animals and bright colors, but she found herself mesmerized by the television as she drank her bottle. She just let out a frustrated sigh, and watched. She knew she wasn't going to get anywhere out of the crib.

Jane lost track of time easily in the crib. Without a clock in the nursery, she only had the shows to go by what time it was, and she could only assume that each show was about thirty minutes long, although they lacked commercials. As Jane watched television, her thoughts paused briefly as she, once more, began to soil her diaper. She lost the ability to focus on anything and just started orgasming then and there as she shit and wet herself, filling up her diaper to the very brim. Jane blushed at the sensations of her constant orgasm as she wet herself, but at least nobody was around to see it. It didn't mean she wanted to enjoy it, as much as her body told her to. She loathed the pleasurable sensations, and just wished for it to end.

Eventually her filling up her diaper did end, but now she had the problem of sitting in her crib with a diaper so huge that it made it impossible for her to move. Ever since she had been kidnapped, she was always impressed with how much shit she had been putting out, it was an amount she thought should have been otherwise impossible. Jane took deep breaths as she felt her warm squishy diaper brush constantly against her ass and vagina. She wanted to hate it, but she shuddered in pleasure at the sensations of her waste touching her body. I want to not enjoy this. Why the fuck am I enjoying this?! She thought. It was like a fetish, she couldn't deny her body from liking it, nor could she stop the pleasure she was getting from it.

After some time, the giant woman returned. It had been at least a few hours, by now the shit in Jane's diaper was lukewarm at most, yet with a wicked grin on her face, she just casually changed Jane in the crib, refilled her bottle, and let her be to watch more children's shows.

Jane wanted to complain. She wanted to argue, she wanted to struggle, but she was beginning to feel defeated. Nothing she did helped her escape. Even if she got far enough, she would just soon soil her diaper, and since she couldn't change herself, she'd be trying to escape in her own shit, and what made it so much worse was how when she did soil herself, her body loved every single moment of it. She knew she could have battled the giant woman and the robots, but she knew it was ultimately futile. She would just have to give in and cooperate until there came a time when she knew she could escape. She just hoped when that time came that it wouldn't be too late.

Jane began to fall into a daily ritual. She would wake up, soil herself, orgasm, wear a dirty diaper for what felt like hours before it got changed, get fed and weighed, and then be taken to a 'movie' to watch more of that cartoon, which Jane looked away the first few days, but then she started to watch it herself with a look of discontent. She wasn't sure how many days had passed. It wasn't that the space station didn't have clocks with the date and time, it was that she couldn't read them. She blamed it on an alien language she didn't understand, but she swore she knew how to read most languages in the first place.

The days continued all the same to Jane. She woke up, she orgasmed as she shit her diaper, she wore that diaper for hours, she got changed, fed, weighed, saw another movie, fed occasionally, then slept again. Every day she weighed just a little bit more, and she saw the gradual growth in the mirror that was also in the doctor's office. Her belly, her thighs, her arms, legs, her ass, all slowly built up with layers of fat. Every day it made escape just a little bit more challenging for her.

After what felt like a month later to Jane, she weighed a good 250 pounds. She still wore her onesie, and while it looked like the exact same onesie, her clothes were often washed, as was her body. She remembered the baths they would irregularly give her, and it felt humiliating to be washed by someone else, yet the longer she stayed there, the harder it became for her to do anything for herself. Everything was getting done for her, and she just didn't have the dexterity, or the ability to speak out anymore. She felt more and more helpless as time went on, unable to do the things she normally did, and before she knew it, she was an adult baby, just like the many women before, and after her.

One day, a day like so many others, Jane laid in her crib with a bottle in her mouth, suckling it with a neutral expression. She still didn't like being babied, but she found herself more and more afraid of the outside world the longer she stayed there. She had nightmares about flying a spaceship, fighting pirates, things she used to do now absolutely terrified her to do any of it.

The giant woman that had taken care of her so many times before walked in with what appeared to be a cell phone device in her hand. She looked down at Jane with a smirk, and nodded. "Yes, she is not entirely conditioned yet, but I would safely say more than 75% so. She will shit at least five times a day to fill up her diaper, and then some, she loves waddling around in her own waste, and she is being handled just like a baby."

Jane laid in the crib as she overheard the woman talk, knowing very well the woman was talking about Jane. Despite how Jane had slowly came to the realization that she could no longer read or do simple calculations, she could understand the English language as well as she could before, as well as other languages she knew before she was put into her predicament. Who is she talking to? She thought to herself, unable to ask such things out loud.

The woman leaned down to Jane, and just kept smiling. "Of course, we'll prepare her and send her out to you in the next three days." She gently stroked Jane's hair. "I'm certain you'll be happy with your new baby, Miss M.Lawson."

Miss Lawson? Jane thought to herself. She had been part of the space station so long that being babied had become routine. She wasn't sure what else the space station did with the women it kidnapped. In hindsight, she thought she should have looked into that too, but it was too late now. Even had she tried to escape, the milk they gave her weakened her body too much to even walk easily. She would walk like a baby trying to take its first steps. Her weight kept her held down from running fast, and even had she gotten far, she would just shit herself, as she had multiple times a day, filling up her diaper with more waste than how much her body weighed, something she questioned as she was never able to figure out how it was humanly possible.

"You've been here long enough, and I know you're a curious baby." The woman smiled down at her. Not once had she revealed her name to Jane. "Humans are often such...versatile, yet at the same time, fickle. Other races enjoy them as babies, but babies are too small and fragile for them, so we take women and...Baby them up for the other races in the universe. You're doing everything a baby does, and soon your mind will be completely just like one too. You already can't talk or read." The giant woman gently stroked Jane's hair. "You can't do anything for yourself. Feel free to try to escape, you'll never last without a mommy."

Jane glared up at the woman, but she knew she was right. It was only a matter of time before she was a baby fully, body and mind. She remembered seeing that one woman so long ago, and then the other women. They were complete babies. They didn't glare angrily, they didn't complain, they were behaving like literal babies, something that she was soon going to end up doing just as well...all so she would soon meet Lawson, her...'mommy' as the woman put it.

A few days had passed, and it was soon time for Jane to be sent to her 'mommy', she was placed into a special container. It looked like a miniature escape pod of sorts, but it was built like a baby's crib. One could only lay down in it, not even enough room to sit up. Jane was put into that pod in her pink onesie with no hopes of escape thanks to the giant woman and the robots helping out. She was given a pack of diapers, bottles of milk, and various baby toys in the pod before the pod shot out from the space station to its destination. Jane had overheard them saying the trip was two hours, and there was no way to reconfigure the pod's destination. She was stuck on a one way course to a new planet to meet her new 'mommy.'