The Nursery
THE NURSERY
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This story is set about 80 years in the future. It's not sci-fi, but I just wanted to do something different. This is chapter one, if I get positive feedback, I'll write more. Enjoy, but if you don't please don't be 'too' mean, I'm not a professional.
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Wednesday 2.2.2095
San Francisco
*GUILTY*
*SENTENCE: 3.5 YEARS*
That was all that the red holographic screen said, and
nineteen year old Kimberly Gomez just stood there and stared at it for a few moments, not knowing what to think. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry kiddo," her court appointed lawyer said in an insincere tone of voice, "you win some, you lose some."
Kim just nodded, her mouth still hanging open in shock. She didn't notice as her lawyer put his papers into his briefcase and left the room.
Now alone in the dark, the gravity of what was happening her to hit her like a ton of bricks.
It had all just been a joke. Two nights ago, as she and her friends were enjoying a night out, her best friend Amanda dared her to approach the cutest guy she could find, pretend that she was a prostitute, and try to get him to pay for a date.
Unfortunately, the guy that she approached was an
undercover cop.
An hour later, she found herself sitting in a holding cell in the SFPD jail, and none of her friends were there to help her or confirm her story.
With tears in her eyes, Kim dozed off on the hard concrete bench in her cell as she was waiting to be seen.
Three hours later, a government appointed counselor came to see her, and she was led out of her cell. Led to the other side of the building, she followed her counselor and a jail guard into an interviewing room. Her hand cuffs were removed, the guard left, and she was left alone with the woman.
She introduced herself as Delores Dunleavey, and explained to Kim that she was there to review her sentence and explain to her where she was going and what she would be facing.
An hour later, with the streaks of dried tears on her face, Kim was led out of the room and back to her cell.
That night, as lights all around the cell block were turned off, Kim began to cry again. She couldn't believe how her life had taken a complete 180 degree turn in the past two days. Her family in Las Vegas had been notified, but she had the feeling that she wouldn't be seeing them for a very long time.
Kim finally dozed off around three in the morning out of sheer exhaustion, but her sleep was shallow, fitful, and full of bad dreams.
Just before 7:30 that morning, Kim was awakened by the cold, jarring sound of control prod banging against metal bars.
"Gomez!!" A cruel voice shouted out, "Wake up! You've got a visitor! You've got 'five' minutes to get up and take a piss and/or a dump, I will be back for you in 'exactly' five minutes!"
Kim sat up almost instantly, and it took her a moment to gather her senses and remember where she was. Then it all came back to her.
She had been dreaming about her boyfriend, and she wondered with a tug of emotion about what he was doing at that moment.
Running her hands through her messed up hair, she
remembered that she only had a few minutes to get ready, and she had to pee.
As she relieved herself on the cold metal toilet that lay
inches from her bed, she wondered who the visitor might be. Hopefully, she thought with a growing sense of desperation, it was Amanda coming to tell everybody that this had all just been a stupid joke. When she was finished, she shuffled over to the sink and looked at herself for the first time in over forty eight hours.
Even after two days without showering or changing her clothes, Kim was still a very pretty girl. Her father was from Spain, and her mother was white, an American from Pennsylvania with Irish ancestry. With short, almost shoulder length brown hair and beautiful green eyes, Kim was a picture of ragged beauty.
After washing her face off in the sink, she dried her face off with a hand towel, and sat down on her bed to wait nervously.
She didn't have to wait very long. When the guard returned, she opened the cell door. "Turn around and face the wall," she said, "put your hands behind your back."
Kim did as she was told.
She was led out of her cell and down a series of corridors, back to the interview room where she had met her lawyer the day before.
When she was led into the small room, her hopes sank. It wasn't Amanda. What she saw, was a beautiful blond woman sitting there waiting for her. The guard removed her cuffs, sat her down, and left the room.
Now alone with the woman, she simply looked at her. She had never met her before, and she didn't know why she was there.
"Hello, Kimberly," the woman said after a few moments, "my name is Angela."
"Hi," Kim replied shyly.
"I'm sure you're wondering who I am why I'm here," she said after a moment.
"Yes."
"Well, I'm here to offer you a way out of this," Angela
said.
Staring at the woman, Kim wasn't quite sure what she had meant.
"I'm sorry," she said, "can you be a little more specific? Am I being set free?"
Angela sighed, a sympathetic look on her face,
"Unfortunately, no. I don't have the power to do that. You have been sentenced to three years of incarceration, we can't get you out of that, but what I can offer you, is a way to not spend that time in 'prison.'
The moment of excitement that Kim felt had suddenly been deflated, but she still wanted to hear what the woman had to say.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean," Angela replied, "that instead of having to spend your time in a horribly violent prison environment where a nice, pretty young girl like yourself would be victimized and physically abused, you can spend it in a nice, safe, comfortable mansion where your every need would be taken care of."
Kim perked up instantly, but then reality hit her and she became suspicious. "Just as easily as that? I don't have to do anything?"
"The only thing you have to do is agree to our terms."
Angela said.
"Which are..?"
"You have to come to work for me."
"What kind of work is it?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it work, you just have to
play a very realistic role for a website."
"What kind of website is it?" Kim asked.
"It's an adult baby fetish website. TheNursery.com"
Kim wasn't really sure what she had just heard. "I'm sorry, a what?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like," said Angela, "hundreds of millions of people around the world get off on seeing adult women being treated like babies, and they pay hundreds of millions of dollars to see it. It's been a steadily growing industry for over a century.
Because of that, the site needs young, pretty girls like you. Four other girls and six house mommies have already been chosen, we want you for the last position. You don't even have to decide on anything permanent until after you spend a couple of days trying it out."
"Will I have to wear diapers?"
"Yes," Angela replied, "that'll be the most important part actually. The AB/DL community's interest centers mostly around diapers, and there is no AB/DL website, and thusly no income without them. And in fact, at the Nursery, it's a necessity, we would remove your continence for realism."
"Continence?" Kim asked.
"Yes, we would remove your bladder and bowel control, so you'll actually 'need' to wear diapers. You'll sit in a high chair during your meals and be fed, you'll sleep in a large crib, your diapers will be changed and you'll be bathed every day by your appointed house mommy, just like a baby. Of course, if you decide that it's something you don't want to do, we'll return your continence, and we'll part ways after the weekend trial period."
"I don't think I want to do that," Kim said instantly.
"No?" Angela asked. "What about the alternative?"
"It just sounds too weird for me."
"So you'd rather go to prison? Because that's where you'll be going if you turn this down." She looked at Kim, waiting for a response, but the girl said nothing. "Kim," she sighed, "I know this is all very intimidating, but you're going to be living in filthy, deplorable conditions with violent criminal women. Women who have literally killed people.
You are a nice, beautiful young lady from the suburbs with absolutely no street smarts, and they will eat you alive in there. Less attractive girls than you have committed similar non-violent crimes and they're in jail now because the powers that be didn't consider them qualified for projects like this. You should feel lucky that your looks are a way out. Sad and unfair, but it's the way the world works."
Kim just stared at the top of the table that separated her and Angela. She did not want to do this, but Angela had just painted a very vivid and terrifying picture of her immediate future.
"Well," Angela said after a moment, picking her briefcase up off the floor and placing it on the table to make a show of getting ready to leave, "I have to leave soon, so it's your last chance to decide. Three and a half years of safe, comfortable relaxation in soft, cushy diapers, or three and a half years of living with murderers that would use you as a daily punching bag. I know which one I would choose."
Kim hesitated for another few moments, but then she made eye contact with Angela. "Ok," she said, "I'll at least try it."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written By: Jacob
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