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