It was month two after Twilight’s initial mistake. Sometime in the middle of spring, she was supposed to construct a sentient nursery program a few miles underneath a rich family’s manner. The family family being royalty, wanted to keep their little pet project under wraps, as to not diminish their public opinion. But, as Twilight got the very last of the code typed into the room’s computer terminal and the last of the diapers and bondage equipment fully stocked, what she could only assume was a hacker chimed in last second to start the program prematurely.

She tried bolting towards the nursery’s iron door, but the nursery’s android caught her way before she even made it to the door handle. Then of course, the door locked and she was stuck inside. She would have tried her key, but the android was quick to tuck in her breast pocket, far out of the reach of her little hands.

That bolting towards the door was the first strike.

Around two weeks after that, she reaching for the android’s shirt while she was supposed to be napping in her crib. That was the second strike.

Now, after having ran for the door out of the fury and frustration being informed of her first genuine accident, she found herself restrained to her changing table with the warning speaker blaring at full volume behind her. She would have paid attention, but the hot ringing of her ears and the uncomfortable spreading of her legs as a new thicker baby-like diaper was wrapped around waist prevented her from doing so. Her eyes welled with tears as she saw her pacifier hang over her like a noose. She mouth the words ‘no’ but quickly found her mouth encompassed by the overbearing presence of a massive rubber nipple.

She had one more shot of escaping and if she failed, she knew she’d never leave the nursery.