Commissioned: The nursery
#9 of Commission
Geremy had a lot on his record, all of which gave him a good name in the slammer, and a fearful reputation. Hence, escaping was considered the most fearful act in his record. Many officers went to look for the dangerous lion, bringing an army of dogs and others to track him. All for not, as the lion had, most clever, dropped a stack of clothes in the water, giving them the idea he went DOWNstream rather than UPstream. A headstart, and already a perfect little building to hide in appearing at the horizon. He headed to the door, seeing a damaged sign hanging above it. 'nursery' it read.
"Hehe..." Geremy said, realising he had struck a goldmine. Nursaries have clothes and food, maybe even a good bed. "Looks like lady luck likes bad boys." He said, grinning as he walked inside, ending up in an old, though not damage, reception. "Hello?" He shouted, without reply. It was odd, but the building looked clean. The only sign of age was the absence of... garbage or dirt. It was clean, TOO clean. "Just another cleaning bot." Geremy concluded. "Still running." He convinced himself, heading to the counter. The ledger was blank, the last entries being from 6 months ago. "Mm... stuff's still good." He commented, looking around. Seeing the only doors out of the reception were those marked 'infants' and another 'staff'. The 'staff' door was locked, worrying him slightly. "Stupid lock." He said to himself, before busting the 'infants' door. "Not stopping me." He grunted, suddenly seeing a well-lit hall in front of him. There was only a scanner, then a normal playpen. "Easy!" He said, stopping in the scanner. The scanner made a hum, before a voice spoke, slightly old. *FEMALE INFANT DETECTED* It spoke loud. "SHUT UP!" Geremy replied. He walked forward, though before he reached the playpen, a metal bar stopped him.
*INITIATING CHECK-UP* The voice said, before he noticed the floor moved up, bringing him to a hidden second floor. "HEY!" He shouted, before a new scanner scanned him. *ERROR ERROR ANATOMIC ERRORS DETECTED* it shouted. *CORRECTING CORRECTING* It shouted, before a machine ripped his clothes off. *ERROR DRESS-CODE VIOLATION* The machine annoyed him. "FUCK YOU!" Geremy shouted. "Give me some clothes then!" *CORRECT FEMALE INFANT* The machine hummed and creaked, until Geremy's waist was grabbed by metal bars, holding him until he was placed on a simple table. Another scanner confirmed the exact 'errors'. *ERROR CONFIRMED: FUR GENDER INCORRECT CLOTHING* A loud hum pierced his ears, until he saw a razor coming closer. *SHAVE INFANT* A set of headphones was placed on him as his limbs were grabbed by more clamps. The headphones produces calming voices and tones, made to calm children, not prisoners. "Let me go you insane machine!" He shouted in vain. In the current cycle, it could only be shut down manually... but there was nobody to do that for him...
The razor sank into the fur as a large bin below contained the shaven fur. "Fuck off!" He shouted, slowly losing more and more fur, growing bold. His left leg was almost done when the machine noticed his struggle. *STRUGGLE DETECTED PACIFY* The machine sank a pacifier in his mouth, holding it in place until he sucked twice, only to spit it out. "Stop! Shut down!" He shouted in fear, as his right foot was slowly turned into a bald foot. He struggled, but cold metal only bends for fiery spirits. The machine continued to shave, moving clamps where neccesary. "Fuck! I'm big! It's not that hard!" He shouted, again in vain. Slowly the machine turned his balls and sheath into a bald spot; cold and shivering. Luckily the heating still worked, or he'd shiver like crazy. The machine played more tunes, all show-tunes of kid's shows, at some points playing childish jokes to calm him. When they finished his body, his manly manes were next. The lion's manes, he struggled all he could, until a special headcage held him still, allowing it to remove his manes completely. Slowly, he saw how hair by hair, he lost manes. He remembered nicknames: 'Germane' was what they called him in jail. Now, he felt afraid of going outside, just out of fear of being without the impressive set of hairs. *SHAVE CYCLE COMPLETE* The machine hummed as the lion was furless, now literally nude.
*INITIATE GENDER CYCLE* The machine started to creak loud, before a set of surgical tools pressed against his groin. "What the FUCK?" Geremy asked. *SEX-CHANGE IN ACTION APPLY FORMULA* The machine placed a bottle in his muzzle, closing his nose as to force him to drink it, unaware of the hormones inside. Drinking the milk, he grew breasts, becoming a woman as far as hormones could work. He noticed and cried. "GOD NO!" He shouted, seeing the tools come into motion, coming VERY close to his manhood. He struggled, shouting commands he heard before, hoping one would stop. "Halt! Stop! Cancel!" He shouted as the sedative made his crotch numb. Before long, the gorefest began, turning his large, proud manhood into a sissy slit. *ALL PERSONELL EVADE SENSATIVE AREAS AS TO AVOID INFECTIONS* The machine shouted, locking all doors with loud, metal clangs, before sinking the sharpened scalpel in his scrotum. The machine slowly cut through the skin, a small tub collection blood. Another tool peeled the scrotum away to snip his testicles and let his two, large balls fall into tub. Once done, it shouted again. *PRIMAIRE SEXCHANGE COMPLETE* The lion shouted until another bottle was forced in his mouth. He couldn't feel the operation, but knowing hurt just as much. The lion cried, unaware how much was gone already. Short after, the machine began to cut at his sheath, slowly scrambling the contents, giving him a fake clit. Slowly, it began to alter the ballsack into a vulva, giving him woman lips, making sure it looked as real as it possibly could. Upon completing, he was left as a she, forever cursed with fake womanhood.
*SEXCHANGE COMPLETE BEGIN BOWEL CHECK-UP* The machine slowly put a diaper on her, before pressing on it. *CONTROL* *INITIATE FORCED USAGE* It cried, wanting to make sure Geremy was already void before her visit to the 'nursery'. A few jolts crept into her body, before she wet and shat herself. The machine's procedure was only temporary on children, but Geremy would be left permanently incontinent, stuffed in shitty, wet diapers. The machine changed her, the headphone's tunes creeping into her, changing her. The diaper was changed, cleaning her butt and fresh vagina, before placing a pink pacifier in her as her mind was crushed, changed to like it. Or, Geremy felt the urge to accept it, or suffer more. The machine finished powdering and slipped a pink, girly diaper on him.
*INITIATE DRESSING SEQUENCE* The machine only held on to her waist, before putting white socks and pink gloves on her, while another machine applied eye-shadow and other make-up. After finishing with a thick layer, it pulled a frilly pink dress over her body, and putting pink bootsies on her. The scanner scanned.
*FEMALE INFANT DETECTED DRESS-CODE FINE CORRECTION COMPLETE ENJOY YOUR STAY* The machine put her back on the platform, where she fell on all four as she was let into the nursery, not as criminal, but as cute, regressed baby girl, shaved and girly. She babbled. "Babama!" Grabbed a block and drooling on it, forever stuck as incontinent baby girl.