Daily Free-Write March 16, 2021 (Patreon)

Continued from January 24, 2021, “The Baby Factory Pt. 2”

Gareth led me to the nearest changing room, past more ‘proper diaper use’ posters that had taken on a whole new meaning to me now that I was an employee.

“Do all employees wear diapers?” I asked.

He chuckled and patted my back. “No, silly. Only the special ones.”

He gave my butt a pat when he said special, and I blushed, instantly feeling dumb for asking such a naïve question.

“Up on the table with you,” he said. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I did my best not to fixate on the bulge snaking down the inside of his tight jumpsuit, but I may or may not have succeeded at that. In any case, Gareth didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he chuckled.

“Enjoying the view?”

My eyes shot up to meet his. Shit. I had been caught.

“Don’t worry, I’m flattered, really. Maybe some time after hours you can get a closer look, but not when we’re on the clock! Now on your back.”

My eyebrows went up. “Really? Well, I won’t say no to that.”

“Dale, you really need to listen more carefully. I told you down on your back. Am I gonna have to strap you down, buddy?”

“Oh! Uh… no, no.”

but I wouldn’t mind if you did, I thought, as I lay down on my back.

As quick as a wink, he had my work shortalls unsapped and my diaper shorts down like they were nothing. If I had tried, they would have been stuck tight, but he had the special key, apparently, that unlocked all those little buttons. Must be magnets, I thought, but I didn’t think about it long because he was quickly moving on to my diaper, which was squishy, heavy, and yellow.

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking down between my legs. “I never peed myself before today. How could this be? Was it the apple juice?”

“Well, looks like you just needed diapers. I can’t say why,” Gareth said, as he pulled open the front to reveal a very sticky mess in front. “Wow, buddy,” he said, examining the creamy substance coating the inside of the diaper. “You really let loose with those stickies! First time in a while, huh?”

I blushed and covered my face.

“Aww, it’s okay,” he said patting my chest. “Here, you better just wear these,” he said, passing me a pair of headphones.

I just nodded and took them, putting them on immediately. They would make me feel better, I knew. And I wouldn’t have to hear his commentary as he changed me. But of course his voice came through the earphones just fine. All they did was enhance the crinkle and the droning and his voice, and add some other whispering voices in the background. Come to think of it, they did a lot!

“Okay, buddy, I can see you’re gonna be a heavy wetter, so we’ve updated your work ID to match that fact. I think we can go thicker than we did last time.”

“Thicker?!” I asked. I thought the last ones were thick enough to have be bow legged as a cowboy!

“Let’s try these…”  He pulled out a diaper with dragons and swords on it. It looked like it was for a little kid, and I said as much, looking at him doubtfully.

“I looks like it’s for a little kid…”

“Trust me, it’s not. It’ll fit you just fine. Sorry if it’s not your style, our patterned diapers are thicker than any of our others. These beauties are one of the most absorbent. And don’t you like fantasy and action?”

The truth was I did. And if I did have to wear diapers as a kid, I would have thought these were pretty cool. It was just a bit juvenile at my age.

“Yeah but… I’m a big boy,” I said, before correcting myself. “I mean, a- that’s not what I meant to say.”

“Yes, you are a big boy, and big boys need bigger diapers!” he cooed, wiping the cum off my balls and butt, and tossing the wipe in my wet and cummy diaper.

“Let’s get this on you and see how quickly you can slay this dragon.”

“Oh, that’s right… Linda told me. I had to… had to do something to prove… darnit, I need to prove…”

“ Prove that you could slay that dragon,” he suggested.

Yes. That must have been it.

“I can do it!” I said, confidently bringing my thumb to my chest.

He chuckled a bit and broke into a grin.

“I’ll be you can, good boy.”

That made me smile. I was a good boy. A good boy. So good at listening and going into trance… just like the voices in my ear said… I kind of zoned out after that part, but when I came back to my senses, I was in front of a large machine, watching several men working on the line, while men on all fours with kneepads and pup hoods wandered from employee to employee, sniffing their butts. One of the pups, who was wearing a pink and black hood, stopped and alerted with a bark pointed with his nose to the offending diaper butt.

Gareth walked up and put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Looks like it’s time for a change, huh buddy? My work here is never finished,” he said, shaking his head. “Guys, fill him in about who’s who on the floor. I’m gonna take Martinez and get him into a fresh diaper. Peeyuuu! We’re gonna have to change your diet, buddy boy!”

The man barely blinked as he was led off the factory floor. In fact, he looked positively zonked, his headphones having been on him who knows how long. They were part of the factory floor standard attire for packers. Every line worker wore one.

One of the packers tagged out and came up to me, while another packer immediately took his place.

“Hey, good to meetcha. I’m Chuck, but everyone calls me chubs. Don’t ask how I got the nickname.”

I didn’t.

“So I guess you know all about changers, now, huh?” He cracked a smile. “Did you like the little treat at the end of the VR orientation?”

I didn’t answer, but I’m sure my squirming and blushing answered for me.

“Heh. Don’t worry. We all enjoy that little part of our day. Several times a day. Before you know it, you won’t even be shy about having Gareth beat one out of you in front of the whole line of men waiting their turn.”

I couldn’t imagine being unruffled in that scenario. But then I was struck by something he said.

“Wait... is the factory men only?”

“Oh no, we’ve got changing rooms for women too – but the female checkers have to man those ones. There are far fewer diapered workers on that side of the spectrum though.”

“Spectrum?”

“Oh yeah. We’ve got accommodations for all types. But mostly it’s the men folk who come in as grunts, and us grunts tend to need the most protection. You are – I’m assuming because you got Gareth that you’re…”

“Oh yeah. I’m a boy. Yeah, no question about that.”

“No, no question. I heard you’re a big boy too.”

I blushed. “Not as big as Gareth.”

“Oh well, not many of us are.”

“Hey, wait, how did you hear…”

“Oh, sometimes we catch what people say to him on the headphones. Sounded like you tried to say you were a big boy, and it was pretty cute.”

I blushed again.