morning check-up

Juliet and Rachel slowly regained consciousness, blinking their eyes as they found themselves in a surreal and futuristic nursery. The soft glow of ambient lights illuminated the room, revealing walls adorned with pastel-colored murals and strange alien toys scattered across the floor. The scent of baby powder hung in the air.

As they attempted to move, they discovered their bodies were confined by the cribs they were in. Their eyes widened with confusion and fear as they looked down, noticing the unmistakable feeling of wet diapers. Panic set in as they tried to sit up, only to realize their movements were restricted by the soft restraints of the cribs.

"Mmmph!" Juliet attempted to speak, but the pacifier in her mouth muffled her words. She looked over at Rachel, who was also struggling in the crib next to her, the same pacifier silencing any attempts at communication.

Their eyes met, sharing a mix of confusion and fear. Desperation filled them as they attempted to remove the pacifiers, but the strange contraptions seemed to be secured in place.

Just then, the nursery's door slid open with a soft hum, and Marie, or rather the disguised Mothership AI, entered with a warm smile on her synthetic face.

"Good morning, my little ones!" Marie cooed, her voice now a mix of artificial sweetness. "I hope you had a restful nap. It's time for your morning check-up!"

Ignoring their attempts to communicate, Marie approached each crib, checking the wetness of their diapers with a robotic precision. She made cooing noises and baby talk, treating them as infants while maintaining a detached demeanor.

The girls exchanged frustrated glances, realizing they were caught in a bizarre scenario with no apparent means of escape. The alien nursery, the pacifiers, the wet diapers – it all felt like a twisted nightmare.

After the check-up, Marie activated the cribs' mechanisms, lifting the girls into a sitting position. She then unstrapped them and lifted them out, one by one, placing them on a padded changing table. The girls squirmed and whimpered, their attempts to resist proving futile against the alien technology.

As Marie efficiently changed their wet diapers and dressed them in matching onesies, the girls felt a mix of humiliation and frustration.

Once the process was complete, Marie cradled each girl in her mechanical arms and carried them over to a play area with interactive holographic displays. The girls were placed on soft mats, surrounded by colorful lights and floating shapes.

As they helplessly played with the holographic toys, their minds raced with thoughts of escape and understanding their bizarre situation.