Daily Free-Write April 3, 2021: The Baby Factory Pt. 5

Daily Free-write April 2, 2020 “The Baby Factory Pt. 4”

“I-is that a joke? This is a joke, right?”

Chubs just chuckled and shook his head, as an assistant came and took his hand.

“Come this way, sweetie,” she said. “We’ll feel your tummy up nice and good now so you can have lots of energy after nap time!”

Chuck looked over his shoulder and pointed at me.

“Can he come too?” His voice sounded just a little bit higher, almost like a kid asking permission from their caretaker.

“Aww, is that your new little friend, sweetie?”

He nodded. “Yeah! Gareth told me to teach him the ropes.”

“Oh, he did, did he? Well, then. He’d better come along too so he can learn from the best pamper pooper I know.”

She held out a hand and I felt compelled to take it. I bowed my head a little as I walked forward, feeling a little silly to let an adult lead me around by the hand, but she gripped my hand and that was that. I noticed Chubs blushing after the pamper pooper comment as we were led toddling to our seats. He got a powder pink one and mine was canary yellow.

“Alright,” said the lady, snapping in our trays. “Here are your bibs and we’ll hook you two cuties up to the feeder until I can get you some nummies.”

“I can put that on myself,” I said, as she brought a colorful piece of cloth up to my neck. Before I could do so, however, she had tied it. I looked down to see a picture of baby chick hatching on the cloth surface of the bib. I wished she would have at least let me tie my own bib like a big boy, but no such luck. She was too fast, and she had already finished Chubs’s bib as well. I saw that he got a firetruck and felt jealous.

“Yours is way cooler,” I said to Chubs, and he beamed.

The assistant chuckled to herself, muttering something about how cute grunts were when they talked. Again, I was confused. Did I do something cute?

She went about strapping us down securely to the chairs, making sure that our feet and arms and even our waists were restricted of all motion. A strap even went between our legs to keep us from sliding down. I looked down at the white strap, pressing into the poofy crotch of my shortalls and scoffed.

“Is this all really necessary?”

“Of course it is, sweetie,” said the assistant. “We wouldn’t want you falling out of your chair and getting hurt!” Getting hurt? What did she think I was, a baby?

“Okay, sweetie pie, you’ll remember this one from orientation. Open wide!”

She pulled down what looked like an oversized pacifier attached to a tube that ran into a pipe in the ceiling. It was just like the one that had force-fed me juice while I was in the VR chair. I noticed that all the chairs had these feeders and several workers were sucking on theirs happily, while others were being hand fed.

“Sweetie? Are you listening to me? Open your mouth, hon. It’s time for your binky!”

I opened my mouth and the bulb slid in. She secured it with a strap around my head and the sweet taste of apple juice immediately hit my tongue. The gag wasn’t going anywhere so I was forced to swallow gulp after gulp. Luckily, it wasn’t flowing too quickly so I could just suckle and enjoy it. I looked over to Chubs who had a big smile on his face as he opened his mouth for his binky. I looked at him sitting there in the highchair with fire truck bib on over his shortalls and a big paci strapped to his mouth, and I thought he really did look pretty adorable.

“Okay you two, drink up! I’ll be back with some more substantial food.”

The assistant left us to stare at each other and drink our tasty apple juice. So much for conversation. After a minute or two of drinking, I began to feel the need to pee…badly. I began to squirm and wriggle in an effort to get the pain to go away, but it just grew stronger. Chubs noticed my distress and looked like he wanted to say something, but the gag prevented it. The juice was still flowing, making the problem worse by the second.

Chubs “Mmmphed” into his pacifier and then looked pointedly down at his own diaper. I looked down and then up again at him. He made a relieved face, then wiggled his eyebrows and looked back down at his diaper and back to me. My eyes went wide with recognition. He was telling me to pee my pampers.

I was astonished. It was so obvious, and yet I wasn’t used to the notion of using my pants instead of the potty. I was a big boy, after all. Unfortunately, no one here seemed to see it that way, and I doubted they would let me out of diapers after the puddle I left in Linda’s office. I had little choice but to try and go, but it was easier said than done.

I nodded my understanding to him and then tried to relax, but it didn’t work. I tried to change my position, but I was strapped down. I even tried holding my breath but gave up since my mouth kept filling with juice, forcing me to swallow constantly.

Then the assistant came back with the food, and I was distracted by my task, as she placed two large bowls of green mush on our trays and began to unhook our gags. I noticed warmth flooding into the front of my diaper and realized that at some point I had begun peeing without even trying. I felt the padding swell up around my groin and immediately started to get a chubby from the sensation. I was suddenly very aware of the sensation of thick padding hugging by butt and pushing my thighs apart. I could feel my cheeks growing red.

“Hmm… let’s see if I can do this two handed,” she said, cracking her knuckles. She grabbed two large spoons from her apron and dipped them in the green mush. The spoons had white plastic on the handle and looked just like the kind for babies only bigger. I was more concerned about the mush, though.

“What’s that?” I said, eyeing the booger-green mush.

“Carrots and peas, my dear. It’s got all the nutrients you need, along with plenty of fiber and laxatives to help you make boom boom in your diapers.”

“Carrots and peas?” I said, sticking out my tongue. “Eeyuk! Check please!”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. Your buddy Chubs likes it. See?”

She brought the spoon up to my co-worker’s mouth and he happily opened wide for the choo-choo, closing it around the spoon, and swallowing as she lifted it up and away. He licked his lips. “Mmm! More, more!”

“I guess if you don’t want it,” she said, “He’ll get to have all the num nums to himself!”

I frowned. That wasn’t fair. I wanted yummy tasty num nums too!

“No! Mine!” I said, sitting forward and opening my mouth. She giggled a bit at that.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. Here you go.”

She deposited the mush in my mouth and despite my initial misgivings it wasn’t half bad. Not great, but certainly not terrible.

“Uh oh,” she said to me, “I think your friend is gonna finish his first! Let’s see who can eat theirs up the fastest!”

The two of us swallowed spoonful after spoonful of mush as fast as we could and ended in a draw. She brought back two more bowls for a rematch, and a third. By the end I had stuffed myself so full without even realizing it. My stomach was actually beginning to press against the tray. Chubs, true to his name, had a distended belly as well, and his had actually started taking up tray space, pushing the bowl toward the front of the tray.

“My, my,” she said, dabbing his face with the bib. “Such hungry boys. I’ll bed you could use a nice rest to digest all that nummy nutrition, hmm?”

Now that she mentioned it, I was pretty sleepy. When the trays were down, she helped us to our feet. I gasped as a pair of fingers slid along my thighs and into the diaper.

“Oh my. You’re very soggy, but I think those dragons can take a little bit more, can’t they sweetie?”

She clearly didn’t expect an answer because she was checking Chubs next. “Ooh, this one needs a change, though. Well, come on you two!”

She grabbed us by the hands and led us past the highchairs to the other half of the room, where several changing tables and row after row of cribs were lined up. Our diapers were much more soggy than when we had entered, and I could practically hear the *squish* *squish* accompanying us with each step. With our swollen bellies and our swollen diapers, I was surprised we could walk at all. Rolling would have been easier!

We made a pit stop at one of the changing tables and watched as she helped Chubs up onto the table. He sucked his thumb and kicked his legs in anticipation as she undid the snaps of his shortalls and reached for the diaper tapes. I looked away, embarrassed for him as she lowered the front of his diaper. I tried my best to focus on the colorful walls, painted in blocks of pink, blue, yellow, and purple. I looked at the cribs too, each with their plastic mats, just like a baby crib but large enough to easily hold an adult. Inevitably, however, my eyes wandered back toward the table. I couldn’t help myself. I watched, fascinated, as she wiped down his hairless butt, and all around his crotch and balls. Without even realizing it, I had crept closer and found myself holding onto the side of the table, like a fascinated kid watching their baby brother get changed for the first time.

“Where’s all his hair?” I asked, noticing a conspicuous absence of hair on his thighs and belly as well as his crotch.

“Silly, boy. Babies don’t have hair.” Of course. This seemed to make total sense to me. “Is he a baby?” I asked.

“Yes, sweetie. He’s a baby. Maybe you didn’t notice because he’s only a bit littler than you.”

I let this information sink in. Some voices almost beneath my hearing seemed to confirm this. You are a baby. You’re just a little baby. Not a grownup at all. Just a little baby boy.”

Was that my thoughts or was I hearing things? I reached up to clear the wax from my ears and my hand bumped into the headphones. I had been wearing them this whole time. I took them off, and the voices seemed to go away.

“You might want to keep those on for your nap, sweetie. They can help you sleep.”

She stopped to gently put them back on my head and continued with the change.

I looked down at my own legs, peeking out between my socks and the bottoms of my shortalls. At least I still had hair. That had to make me a big boy. Right? Soon his change was complete his diaper secured, and his shortalls snapped up to contain it and keep it snug.

“Okay, you two! Let’s get you to your crib. You two can share a crib today, but you have to both stay on your backs during all of nap time. If you can’t do that, we’ll have to strap you down, you just let me know if you think you need that.”

I nodded and the two of us were led to our crib. I toddled up some steppy stairs and crawled in, my knees sinking into the vinyl puppy print mat. I turned around and sat on my butt as chubs followed closely behind.

“Hey,” I said. “where’s my blanket?”

“No blankies for babies at naptime, sweetie,” said the assistant. “It’s not safe. Now lay down on your back like little Chucky.”

I did as I was told, lying beside my coworker, who had gone straight into that position as if he was trained to do it. This was a little strange, but everyone else seemed to think it was normal, so I thought maybe it was just me who thought so. The little voices seemed to reassure me, and the droning began to increase as soft lullaby music filled my ears. I was going to use the opportunity to ask Chubs more questions, but I just felt so relaxed as the whispers lulled me to sleep. I smiled closed my eyes for just a second and like that, I was out.