Daily Free-Write January 24, 2021

Continued from January 23, 2021 "The Baby Factory Pt. 1"

“Hey new guy, loosen up!” said one of the men, putting a massive hand on my shoulder as we walked down the hall.

It was hard to loosen up when I had just pissed myself in front of the hiring manager, been stripped and diapered, and finally locked into my new powder blue uniform. The snap crotch shortalls bulged out over my diapered crotch and made me look like I was headed to preschool more than the factory floor.

“It’s all good,” said another. “They’re always like this. Just wait til he finishes training, he’ll be right as rain.”

“What do you think he’ll be? A checker?”

“Nah, he smells like a smoker. He’d never have the nose for it. He’s not big enough to be a delivery guy or a changer…maybe he’s a packer!”

“He could probably do quality control or testing. Looks like he’s already got a head start on that,” said the third one, checking his watch like he was bored. I blushed and my hand went instinctively to cover my crotch. That’s when I realized… My phone. My wallet. I had left it all with Linda!

“Hey guys, can we go back?” I asked. “I forgot all my stuff in my pockets.”

“You can’t have any phones or wallets in the factory anyway,” said the first delivery guy.

“Linda probably put it in your locker, which you can check during break time,” said the second.

“Anyway, no time for that. We’re on a tight schedule and here we are for your orientation,” said the third.

The orientation room seemed very unusual. In fact, it was just a bare room with a large chair in the middle. Above the chair hung a VR headset, and the chair itself looked more like a more comfortable version of a dentist’s chair, but with several straps attached.

“What the heck is that,” I asked, reluctant to step foot in the strange room.

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the one of the guys. “We do our trainings in VR. It’s very comfortable.”

“Yeah, but why all the restraints?”

“To keep you from falling out and hurting yourself, of course. You’ll be totally immersed and sometimes it’s easy to forget you’re really in a room and that moving around blind can get you seriously hurt. Here’ let me show you…”

The large man strode forward, clipping my shoulder and sending me sprawling. Luckily, I was caught by their deft hands as I fell forward. All they had to do was continue my momentum and I found myself sailing into the chair, being expertly turned onto my back before I landed. Before I could even orient myself they were halfway through strapping me down. My arms, hands, feet, legs, and waist were all secured with clicks.

“Here ya go, bud,” said one of the men, lowering a tube and putting a sterile rubber bulb on the end of it with a clear plastic shield. “In case you get thirsty.”

“But what if I have to pee?” I asked.

He paused.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re wearing a diaper then, isn’t it?” The three men laughed and the bulb was shoved into my mouth. I immediately tasted some sweet liquid as it burst into my mouth from the bulb and I was forced to swallow. Apple juice! It wasn’t a lot, just a steady stream that would keep me taking small gulps every 30 seconds or so.

“Have fun, kiddo,” said one of the guys before they lowered the VR set over my head. My world was shut out and replaced by those droning noises, and soft calm whispers speaking almost too quietly for me to hear. Before I could get my bearings, the light came on. I was in the same room, and the three men were helping me out of the chair.

Wow… that was quick, I thought.

“Come on, buddy, we’re going to give you a factory tour.”

I tried to walk forward and realized I was still strapped down.

We went down the hall, through a locker room where several men were changing their clothes – several were waiting in line for the changing tables as well – then onto the factory floor itself. Here, employees stood side by side manning the lines as diapers and diaper products came through. There were rows o huge machine that took in spools of plastic and paper to make diapers of various sorts. Each one must have been 150 feet long, and manned by a technician. I marveled at how the raw materials came together to create these perfectly folded diapers.

One of the men picked up a diaper and looked at it thoughtfully.

“This machine makes 160 diapers a minute! That’s twice as many as you could use in a month!” he said, elbowing me. I blushed. They still thought I needed diapers…

“Catch!” the man yelled.

I reached out to grab it and realized I was still restrained. I had totally been convinced I was really on the factory floor and not strapped down in the training room still.

He laughed. “That’s a fun little trick, huh? Bet you thought you were really in the factory? Nah, this is just the training.”

Okay, so this next part is the aptitude test. Let’s try a few tasks and see how you do… Now listen carefully… I need you to relax. That’s right…” The screen began to swirl and colors began to appear just beneath the surface of the screen. My eyes fixated on the swirl, being led to a central point. The Diaper in the man’s hand.

“It’s okay,” he said, and he reached forward. I felt the bulb come out of my mouth, freeing me to speak. “It’s okay to tell me what you truly desire. That’s right…”

“I… I desire…” My eyes began to droop. “Desire?”

“Why is it you are here? What do you want?”

“I… I want to work…”

“For what?”

“To live… I want to work and live…”

“And then?”

“Money… get some money…”

“For what?”

“To go…”

“Go where?”

“…. Home….”

“What is home?”

“…I don’t know…”

The man put his hand over my eyes and the image went dark. A quiet voice spoke in my ear.

“You are here… because you want to be here. And you want to be here, because there is something here that you need. A path to the place you want to go… and you can go to that place… and you can find what you need… as long as… you listento my words… follow along… in a nice deep trance… and allow yourself to understand the truth. And the truth is… you belong here. That’s right. You belong right here. And you are doing the right things. Pretty soon, you will be ready to move on to a better life. The life you always wanted.”

An automated female voice spoke up:

“Now please select your comfort item. You can just stare at the object for five seconds until the indicator turns green.”

Three items appeared in front of me. One was a little stuffed dog with a chew toy in its mouth. Another was a little teddy bear in a diaper. The last was a toy forklift. The forklift was too hard. And I wasn’t really a dog-person. I picked the teddy bear. A circular bar filled up with green and the teddy bear was selected.

“Very good!” came a man’s voice as the scene lightened to reveal I was in a nursery. The man stood in front of me in a skin-tight jumpsuit that showed off his most admirable features. He was tall and handsome, and I had no way to hide my shame with my arms and legs secure. I was about to be in a lot of trouble. “I heard you had some potty problems. Is that true?”

I shook my head and said no.

“Let’s just see about that,” he said with a smile. He got down to eye level and cupped my crotch. I felt his hand squishing my diaper. “Oh my, you look like you’re soaked. I’m Gareth, your designated changer. I’m in charge of the dayshift packers on the adult baby-diaper machine M. You’ll be seeing a lot of me, I can already tell. Now why don’t we change that soggy diaper?”

I found myself walking over to the changing table. The voices in my ears had multiplied. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I could feel my heart racing. This was so naughty. I was too big to go on a changing table, but they thought I needed it. But I kind of liked my diapers too. I kind of liked the idea of being changed by someone else.

“Oh my, the little boy is excited for his change isn’t he?”

I nodded and whined as I was laid out on the changing table, the straps holding my body down in all the same places as the training room chair. Just like when Linda changed me, I was getting turned on and I didn’t know why. Only this time it really was a hot guy changing me. My dick began to chub up.

“Aww, you look uncomfortable. Maybe we can help you with your little problem. Keep you nice and protected. And make sure you get all those stickies out so you feel better in those diapers. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I felt myself grunt as the diaper rapidly became too tight and uncomfortable on my growing penis. Then I felt the snaps on my shortalls come undone, which eased off some of the pressure.

“That’s better, isn’t it? We like to take care of our employees. And you know, if you like being taken care of, you can have this every day. Even if you don’t really need them, we don’t mind.

I gasped. He knew?

“That’s right. It doesn’t matter why you had your accident, or how often it happened in the past. As long as you’re here, you can wear as many diapers as you like and we’ll always change you. If that’s what you want. It’s up to you.”

I moaned as I felt the diaper-shorts come down, and hands began to massage the front of my diaper. A loud crinkling could be heard in the nursery, and I knew it was coming from me. The voices in my ears were getting louder. I could make out bits and pieces… I am enjoying this. I love my diapers. I want to be in diapers all the time. Was it my mind or the voices? I couldn’t tell anymore. The my changer continued to speak as the rubbing intensified and I found myself thrusting against it as much as my restraints would allow. Yes This was what I wanted. I wanted to feel this way every day.

“That’s it, sweetie. Just enjoy it.”

I need my diapers for comfort and relaxation. My diapers help me concentrate on work. I don’t have to think about using the potty when I’m in diapers. I have to make stickies in my diapers whenever I get a diaper change. It’s normal to love and wear diapers.

“There you go, little one. You can become such a good worker here at the factory. And when you leave, you’ll go somewhere where you’ll be taken care of, and you never have to stop enjoying your wonderful diapers. You love this so much, don’t you?”

I nodded and whined.

“Yes, you do. Why don’t you show everyone how much you love your diapers? Go on. Make stickies now. Fill your diapers up with cum.”

And then I felt myself straining, moaning loudly as I came right into my diaper. My body strained against the restraints but found no give. I would have doubled over if they had.

The intense orgasm brought me right out of the trance I was in, and I suddenly regained my normal senses. The headset came off, and there was Gareth in the flesh.

“Hey there. I’m your direct supervisor,” he said.

The fog cleared from my head. What had happened in there? I couldn’t quite remember. This man was my… my what? My direct supervisor. That was right.

“Hi,” I said, blushing slightly. “I’m Dale.” Why was I embarrassed? Had I just done something?

“Oh, I know,” he said with a smile as he clicked a key fob to each strap, causing it to unlock instantly. “Why don’t we finish with that diaper change? I’ll bet you’re soaked. Come along, let’s go to the changing room.”

Diaper change? I sat up and looked down to realize my diaper-shorts had been pulled down to reveal a very yellow diaper. I quickly pulled up my shorts to hide this from Gareth. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, little one. It’s totally normal. It’s practically part of the uniform!”

I couldn’t help but notice from the pipe in his jumpsuit that he a diaper was very clearly not part of his uniform, and I felt my diaper get tight again. He laughed.

“I see. It looks like you’re going to need some extra special care for your changes. Not a problem, friend, not a problem. It just means you’re going to love this job even more.”

I nodded and blushed as he snapped me up and led me by the hand out the door.