A bad feeling creeps up Hazel's spine. Again, the pair share a look. They both know what to do.
Hazel makes sure she has the adult diapers tightly gripped. Then they make for the exit, as fast they can. Before they reach the door, Roxy darts a look behind her. She screams as a giant metal arm grabs her, then Hazel, by the skirt.
'Babies do not exit the nursery,' said a big, clangy voice. More big, metal hands come to assist, pulling down their messy panties and changing them to diapers in record time.
Hazel has to admit, she enjoys it. Once they have their padding, the two are whisked under the floor, landing in a giant nursery. The hands seem to spectate, hanging round constantly.