Daily Free-Write August 14, 2021: The Baby Factory Pt. 12

Continuation of August 13, 2021 "The Baby Factory Pt. 11"

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After I was spoon fed my surprisingly tasty supper, it was time for changies. Chubs looked happy as a clam now that his tummy was full and he bounced with every step as Mikey led the two of us to the nearest open changing table. Even I was beginning to get a bit excited about the prospect.

"Up we go, boys," said Mikey. "You first, fella." He helped chubs up onto the changing table and the man happily lay back to let Mikey unsnap his shortalls. Mikey had the magic key on his belt so he was easily able to open them - or rather, they flew open on their own when he unlocked them. The gigantic swollen diaper was a sight to see, and I couldn't wait to see how it stacked up against mine.

"Not bad, kid," said Mikey, setting down the hugely swollen diaper. "I'd say this is at least seven pounds." The irony of a young guy like Mikey calling the older Chubs a 'kid' was not lost on me, and I grinned when he said that.

"Yeah, kid, not bad." I echoed.

"You're one to talk," said Chubs. "You're a green horn here. We should call you baby grunt."

"Heyyy," I said, crossing my arms. "I just-"

My words were cut off as a thick pacifier was shoved into my mouth. I looked at Chubs who got one at the same time as Mikey managed to pacify us both at the same time.

"Enough, you two. I want you to keep these in until you head back to your rooms for beddie bye time."

Chubs's face looked as red as mine felt as we were both trumped by this kid in a caretaker's uniform. Just like Gareth, he was wearing a jumpsuit with nothing underneath, and it was hot as heck. I was now able to appreciate it now that I wasn't freaking out about making a boom boom in my pants, and more than once I caught myself staring at his butt as he bent over the changing table to wipe Chubs clean. The only think that would have made it better was a nice big diaper bulge.

Yeah, I thought to myself. A diaper bulge would be really hot on Mikey..."

"Dale? Dale? Earth to Dale. It's your turn buddy." I started as I felt two arms reach under my armpit and boost me up. I blushed and quickly scrambled up on the table to take my place on my back with my knees bend and open. "What was on your mind, lil guy?" asked Dale, as if I was going to respond with the giant pacifier in my mouth. I looked at him, grateful I didn't have to make something up on the spot. He wasn't expecting me to respond, and that was just fine by me.

"Alright, kiddo, let's change that wed didee, okay?" I just smiled and nodded my head as my cock tented the diaper of its own accord. I was beginning to really like diaper changes.

*****

The slogan on most of the posters decorating the walls in the factory was "We take care of you." That slogan took a whole new meaning after I was fed, diapered, dressed, and led to my seat in the open area at the front of the nursery room. As I was strapped into my seat - which resembled an oversized carseat - and headphones were slipped on my head, I was surprised I didn't expect this from the beginning. When I first came here, the gate guard said everything would be taken care of, and he meant it – right down to our feedings and changes.

The room darkened leaving the light only on one person standing at the front of the room. It was Linda.

"Hello, little ones. Welcome to your next training session. I have a few points of news before we get started. First of all, please welcome our newest employee, Dale. He just joined the day-shift today on machine M."

There was a round of uncoordinated applause, with at least one or two people yelling out, "We know," and "We heard  it." I blushed, remembering that everyone heard me bust in my pamps. And that let me to thinking of filling my pamps with more warm sticky goo, like I had on my tummy at Gareth's.

"On another order of business," Linda was saying, "as part of our improved safety protocol initiative, all employee bunk beds will now be replaced with cribs."

This was met with enthusiastic applause as everyone seemed rather happy with this change. Their enthusiasm seemed a bit misplaced. It was hard to see anything exciting about being in a crib. It was just what we were supposed to sleep in, wasn't it?

It only seemed natural, I thought, as the droning in my ears got louder. The whispers and half-uttered phrases I heard in the background seemed to agree. I belonged in a crib whenever it was time to go sleepies. Then, a visor was slipped over my head, surprising me. Instantly, my view changed as the headphones piped a voice to me loud and clear. I smiled. It was time to continue my training.