Code Gease: Kallen the Pampered Chapter 5

Chapter V: Baby Kallen’s New Routine and The Final Training

After about a week in the “etiquette school” Kallen had come to fully accept that her chances of escape were almost zero. The constraining latex straightjacket that kept her arms pinned to her side remained well into her time there, as did the laced pacifier that numbed her vocal cords and tongue. The gag was only ever removed so that the face-hugging feeding apparatus could force its way into her mouth and fill her tummy.

The nasty syrupy goo she was fed hadn’t changed either. Kallen’s least favorite parts of the day were the three feedings she received. Every morning when she woke up the tube was already in her mouth and twice a day she was locked into her high chair for meals. It kept her constantly on the edge of packing her pampers with more and more mush, a process that was becoming easier with more hypnosis sessions. At this point, her walking lessons were an arduous slog of her trying to keep up while the massively full sagging padding bounced between her legs.

There was no hope for her to even bring her thighs together at this point, The diaper between them obstructed it completely. The padding now dipped to about Kallen’s ankles and sloshed with even the slightest movement. It had gone from looking like a garbage bag to a beanbag chair around her waist. As full as it was, the monstrous nappy showed no stress or leakage. The artificially intelligent program that watched over Kallen never once indicated that she’d be receiving a change.

After repeated “lessons” however, her disgust at her diapered situation was less and less severe. When she wasn’t thinking about it Kallen didn’t really care that her diaper was constantly full or being filled. It was just another part of her life here in the nursery. That was that way with most things now. She didn't have an urge to be willful or rebellious against the nursery and she couldn’t recall her previous outrage at being placed here like before. She remembered that her stepmother, Mrs. Stradtfeld had sent her to stay in this institution and that she wasn’t happy about it to begin with, but she couldn’t remember why.

“I’m sure mommy had her reasons.” Kallen thought to herself, more preoccupied with the fullness of her tummy than her feeling of disdain for her stepmother. She didn’t even question her brain’s labeling of the woman she had previously despised as “mommy” anymore. It just made sense in her new, regressed mind.

Now, as the redhead lay in her crib having just gone through the morning feeding that stuffed her to the brim, she rolled around, groaning behind her freshly re-inserted inflatable pacifier. The last bits of her rational mind wondered if they were increasing her intake daily, as she was starting to notice some new pudge around her tummy. Sure, the mixture was sweet and she was always stuffed full of it but Kallen was surprised by the newly appearing chubbiness on her legs and stomach.

That was something else that bothered her, her previously athletic form was gradually disappearing. It was a body hardened by fighting and military drills, forged from her engagements in mech combat. Now it was just gone, replaced within six days by her new toddling, pudgy form.

It probably wasn’t just the food either, her new “exercise routine” wasn’t really stimulating her body like the activities she was used to. In fact, day by day it was seemingly becoming harder to support the weight of her diaper on the treadmill and she suspected soon she’d be forced to crawl everywhere instead. That is if her arms were ever freed from the straightjacket.

At her sides, her arms remained useless and she wished to stretch them a great deal. While they were hugged close to her body they felt like they were going stiff. She wasn't even concerned with the thoughts of what she and her wandering hands could do to escape, Kallen instead wished she could freely explore her own form. After four days she felt herself get the itch for pleasure of some kind. She wasn't sure what'd caused it but the urge was growing ever prevalent in her increasingly empty mind. Now on day seven, her body cried out for it. She missed the touch of another human being, to be hugged or held or just for their fingers to run through her hair. The cold metal appendages of this place provided no such warmth and she longed for it.

Kallen, still groaning, tried to roll over but the sheer weight of her diaper stopped her, she had no leverage without the use of her arms so she only made it about halfway to laying on her side before falling back with a *THWUMP* and a loud gurgle from her stomach. Her body was already processing her breakfast into her next mess and soon enough it’d push into the back of her diaper with ease.

There wasn’t a fight when using her diaper anymore, she’d simply brace and push as soon as her body was ready. If she wanted too Kallen wasn’t even sure she could hold her messies. She certainly couldn’t tell when she had to pee anymore. Her bladder just released at random points throughout the day and the only indicator was the slight warmth right against her groin after the fact.

“It’s gotta be time for exercise soon,” Kallen thought, looking up at the ceiling above her head, waiting for the mechanical hands to appear and lift her away. For whatever reason, they were taking longer today to pull her out and she wondered if she’d start filling her pants lying down before her daily walking training.

When her transport finally did appear Kallen could feel the accident coming on. Already burbling farts sounded out from within her diaper, signifying the coming tidal wave of shit she’d add to the already substantial pile. The hands lifted Kallen out of her crib and with a full aerial view of the room she immediately noticed that something had changed. Where the learning car seat had sat, where she received her twice daily “lessons” a new reclined chair waited.

It reminded her a lot of the car seat with its padded interior and a hard shell but the bottom seat was significantly wider. It also lacked the restraining harnesses that held her down during the hypnosis sessions. Kallen was dropped into the seat, her padding drooped significantly off the edge, a bulging sack hanging from a cliff and almost pulling her down along with it.

The new sitting position meant left her crotch facing outward while she lay back at a 130-degree angle. “I can’t even see the screen like this.” she thought, vaguely relieved that maybe the machine had messed up. She should have known that was extremely rare though, this place had done everything deliberately so far and this was all a build-up to something greater, much like the grumbling of her stomach or the farts that preceded her messing.

The once rebellious redhead let out a premature sigh of relief, closing her eyes and laying back in the chair. She was even able to tune out the mechanical whirring all around her as she relaxed, feeling her body un-tense a little.

Her eyes flew open and she let out a gasp when she felt something cup around her nipples through the Latex shell around her body. Her form had always been visible through the bondage as it was so form-fitting it was almost like a second skin but whatever had found purchase on the tip of her breast had done so with perfect accuracy.

Looking down Kallen saw two small suction cups holding on to the latex that covered her nipples, each topped with small two-inch cylinders. From above two robotic hands were pulling away, leaving her with their “gift.” She wanted to shake and try and dislodge them but below her, an arm with a padded leather semicircle was slowly approaching the crotch of her diaper.

The leather cushion of the contraption met Kallen’s padding and cupped it from its lower portion, perfectly supporting the bulk of her diaper and pushing its contents against her, compacting it all onto one single spot, her aching groin. She let out a gasp at the pressure of her diaper’s stinking gunky contents pushed up against her, she was surprised by how invigorating it felt. The padded saddle seat was perfectly targeted for her presented diapered crotch and put focused friction on both her aching pussy and ass.

“Whu-Whut nuhw?” she asked aloud. The nursery responded by bringing her hypno screen out of the wall and flicking it on, displaying the mind-numbing purple spiral that signaled re-education time. At first, Kallen’s body went slack, her brain clearing to make way for her newly programmed thoughts.

Her whole body tensed however when the cupped devices on her breasts started vibrating suddenly and without warning. The redhead’s eyes rolled back immediately and she bit down on the stem of the rubber paci in her mouth, immediately overstimulated by the sudden buzzing. While the stimulation was targeted on Kallen’s very sensitive nipples the latex onesie seemed to spread the vibrating bullets buzzing all over her body, going so far as to even slightly shake the diaper around her waist. Tingling electricity ran through Kallen’s body, causing her to shudder and moan uncontrollably.

The trance voice pumping into her ears praised her for being a good and receptive baby girl and told her that good babies are rewarded with “buzzy time”. Kallen knew immediately that she wanted more buzzy time and jolted her body up and down to try and bounce her packed, bulbous diaper against the saddle shoved into it. “Uh wunt buhhzzzzyyy.” She called out, unable to control herself against the assault of the hypnosis and vibrations.

She wasn’t even remotely prepared for the padded contraption pushed against her diaper to begin pulsating. Its vibrations let out a sound almost as loud as a leaf blower and sent waves through Kallen that caused her to arch her back and cry out. It drove her to orgasm almost instantly. At the same time, the tremors sent shockwaves through Kallen’s stomach eliciting indecent grumbles and farts.

“That’s a good girl,” cooed the hypnosis program, “You love when you get to make cummies don’t you?”

“I love when I get to make cummies.” Kallen thought accepting the soft voices new offered reality.

This had been a part of the program all along and the “lessons” Kallen had been taking had implanted the ideas deep down that she wanted to experience the relief associated with an orgasm but a week of denial left her body starving for it. Now, just like her feedings, they’d give her all she could handle and much more.

“You know what feels better than just cumming?” the voice asked. It was the first time it’d ever asked Kallen anything and in her tantric trance state she had a hard time responding.”

“Whu?” asked Kallen, who was just barely on the edge of another orgasm.

The machine purposely held her there, keeping her teetering just for this moment. “Packing your pamper while making cummies will feel extra good.” the hypnosis assured.

Kallen couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about her previous need to mess but now, with her body spasming and jerking from the indulgence she realized her twitching asshole was clenched shut, preventing her from filling her pants like a good girl completely. With the suggestion planted in Kallen’s mind, her body subconsciously let go of its hold, releasing a torrent of mess into her tightly compressed pamper.

*FFLLLOOOORRRPPPPPPPPP* Kallen let loose into her diaper once again, the force of her mess actually pushing back the cushioned arm shoved against her crotch a little. The machine quickly recognized that its user was complying with the hypnotic suggestion and responded by ramping the intensity of its vibrations up ten-fold.

Kallen’s body tensed and spasmed, the combined feeling of a semisolid log forcing her ass open while the heated muck of her pamper buzzed violently against her and a calming voice telling her to cum and poop was too much. She let out a loud scream in response, filling her room with hoots and howls. The pleasure of the orgasm was reinforced by the spiral before her eyes, what little bits she caught between her head whipping back and forth anyway.

“That’s good Baby Stradtfeld,” said the hypnosis system, “Now whenever you go poopy, you’ll make cummies too and whenever you feel like making cummies you’ll go poopy.” The screen flashed these words quickly too, burning a subconscious command into Kallen’s mind as she rode the wave of another orgasm while the last pitiful farts signaled the end of her accident. The command was repeated as she was driven further and further past what she knew the limits of pleasure to be until finally, her body went limp.

All at once, the perverse devices stopped, recognizing that their tortured inhabitant had passed out from overstimulation. Kallen was removed from the machine carefully and placed back in her crib. She’d be allowed to take a half-day from her lessons today as the machine recognized she’d just had a very big day.

From this point on the redhead’s ability to rationalize adult thoughts for more than 30 or so minutes at a time was completely gone. The feeding schedule kept her packing her pampers more and more and now, due to the hypnotic suggestions carving into her subconscious that shitting herself led to indescribable hornyness, she was unable to maintain a clear head. Kallen’s days became a constant cycle of trying to gain purchase against the groin of her diaper so she could buck her hips and rub against the squishy, soiled padding for even a fraction of a taste of the machine’s gift.

That wasn’t the last time she experienced the vibrating pleasure-scape of the nursery’s hypnotic machine taught lesson though. She was still allowed to cum into unconsciousness once a week as the nursery made sure the ideas it presented were fully ingrained into her.

The totality of Kallen’s hypnosis was itself impressive. She’d taken to the ideas implanted in her head so easily despite the rebellious attitude she’d entered the school with. Nobody who saw her now could have identified that she was one of the Black Knights or a powerful force in the rebellion. Now she was just a giant chubby baby girl. Drool ran down her chin as she let loose her third mess of the day while bucking her hips. Kallen Stradtfeld, the perfect diaper filler and humper, sought only to please her mommy.

There was only one thing that seemed odd to her: she missed her mommy and wanted to leave the school to see her a fair bit, and she didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to yet. Kallen hoped internally that she’d be praised by Mrs. Stradtfeld for her good work in becoming the perfect baby girl. It was one of the few thoughts left in her mind at all times.

The rest of the time, filling her pants often left Kallen blank and mindless (almost like she’d deposited her intelligence into the seat of her pants). While the general babyish thoughts always prevailed, a very small part of her remained mature at the back of her mind. This part of her that knew this was all so wrong but could do nothing against it. Her body no longer responded to her grown-up brain’s commands anymore, only to the babyish impulses that drove her actions.