Daily Free-Write August 13, 2021: The Baby Factory Pt. 11

Continuation of August 12, 2021 "The Baby Factory Pt. 10"

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"Hey, Boomer!" shouted Chubs as he spotted me coming around the building. "There you are! Get a move on, we're headed to din din now."

"I was just going to try and find my wallet so I could-"

"No time for that now, bud. It's almost 6. Get your butt over here!"

"Okay, okay," I said, sighing. So much for that cigarette. The hunger for a smoke was gnawing at my gut as I joined the guys on their way to the employee entrance. All the crews were lining up like recess was over, and supervisors were counting heads.

"Let's see... Martinez... Garcia... Baby..." Gareth's massive hand patted my head as he wand down the line.

"D-did he just call me baby?" I asked Chubs.

Chubs was chuckling, his face was slightly red and he had a big smile. "Haha, yeah. It was pretty priceless, buddy."

I looked back at Gareth who caught my glance, winked, and flexed his cock under the jumpsuit. I instantly blushed and hid my face in my hands.

"Aww, does somebody have a boyfriend?" asked Chubs.

"More like Daddy," I muttered. "At least that's what he called himself when we went to his place..."

"Ooh la la," he said, elbowing my ribs. "You can tell me all about it over din din, lover boy." If din din was anything like lunch, I doubt I'd be saying much at all through my feeder gag. Turns out, it was exactly like that.

When it was our turn, we entered the building single file and went down, past the cafeteria, to the baby room where high chairs were lined up waiting for us. Once again, we were helped into the oversized chairs and strapped in securely before our trays were snapped in place. Chubs and I were helped by Mikey, that same red headed guy that 'helped' me make boom boom after nap time.

"What's on the menu today?" asked Chubs, clearly excited to fill his belly.

"Today is German day," said Mikey, "so we're having apple sauce and mushed potato pancakes!"

"Mmm! Appa sauce!" said Chubs, giggling and clapping. "Nummy!"

"Hey, I can tie my bib like a big boy," I said, as Mikey reached for the bibs.

"Oh really? Why don't you show me, then."

"Sure," I said, accepting the bib from his outstretched hand. I pulled the strings around back, and looped them around. No, that wasn't right. I looped the strings around, then brought them around my neck. "Grr. This is harder than I thought."

"Here, let me help you," said Mikey, who had already finished with Chubs's bib. Before I could say anything, he reached around and had it tied just like that. "There we go. All safe from spills!" I blushed. This guy had to be younger than me and yet I had needed his help to put my own bib on? Unbelievable.

"Now open up, mister. We've got your yummy nummy juice to drink up before the food comes out." I opened my mouth wide and let him put the nipple of the feeder gag into my mouth. He flipped a switch and soon sweet juice was flowing in to my mouth. Chubs looked at me with a wicked grin, looked up to the ceiling, where the hose went, then looked down to his diaper before looking back to me. He waggled his eyebrows.

Oh, so it's a race then? I said, mentally. "Well, then you're on!" The two of us began sucking down the juice and flooding our diapers as fast as we could. I sucked as if my life depended on it, and pretty soon, the liquid was going into me and coming out of me in a steady stream. The bottoms of my shortalls got tighter and tighter, but the snaps didn't pop. I kept looking over at Chubs' shortalls beneath his tray as the fabric between the snaps pulled apart to reveal the crinkly expanse of padding underneath. I kept expecting something to give way, but the material was as tough as kevlar and the snaps were riveted in so sturdily they weren't budging.

Finally, Mikey returned only to find that our padding had expanded so much, our trays had popped off.

"Well, I'll be darned," he said, scratching his head. "Now had am I going to feed you two if I can't put your trays back on? After taking out our feeder gags, he came to the decision that our diapers were big enough to be their own trays, so he sat down a big bowl of mush on each of our diapers and began to feed us. "At least we know the product works," he said, chuckling. I supposed that quality control and the testers weren't the only ones testing out the products. I wondered if that had anything to do with how so many of their employees needed diapers.