Nanny Wants To Sing A Nursery Song

"I know, let's sing a song!" The oddly lifeless eyes seemed to fix on Lois Lane. They looked so real...but also like glass. THe dilated irises didn't move, but reflected the reporter's own face back at her, dully. They twitched from side to side, but never focused.

From some hidden speakers in the nursery, a tinny mechanical music began to play.

"Round and round the mulberry bush..." The Nanny began.

Cold fear welled up inside Lois. The Nanny kept inching closer, and the reporter found herself retreating before it, looking for some way to escape. It seemed ridiculous. There was no actual hint of danger. Just the surreal uncanny valley aspect of the nanny.

What made it worse, there were no hard edges in the private nursery. The walls were softly padded, like a baby's playpen; the floor a thick, seamless foam. Shapeless beanbags, soft toys, and stuffed animals littered the room. Beyond the nanny, Lois could still make out the retro-futuristic kitchen, but Lois wasn't sure she could get past the sweep of the towering nanny's arms.

Calm down, Lane, Lois told herself. Perverts pay for this. It's got to be...they have to enjoy themselves. Just play along with it.

"The monkey chased the weasel..." Nanny sang, the odd tones in her voice less grating than before.

Lois **** herself to sit on a bright blue bean bag set on the floor. The puffy pink diaper added a soft level of padding. Lois had worn adult diapers before, when on long stakeouts, but it was embarrassing to be seen wearing one, and not much else besides.

"The monkey stopped to pull up her sock..."

Nanny paused in front of her, and Lois was aware of a whirring and ticking. The hairs stood up on the reporter's neck, gooseflesh crept up her arms and legs. The reporter found herself sitting rigidly in the beanbag as the anticipation grew inside of her...and disquietingly, Lois found she couldn't look away from Nanny's eyes, which seemed to have little spirals rotating in their depths.