Daily Free-Write September 6, 2020

Wacky Duck and Picky Pig were in over their heads.

"How will we ever g-g-g-get Storks Incorporated organized at this rate? I don't know why I took this job!" Said Picky, surveying the baby factory floor. There was no way they were going to get all those babies out in time and to the right mothers.

"I have an idea!" Said Wacky. "Let's just speed up the line!" 

"No, wait!" said Picky, but it was too late. Nevertheless, he ran to grab the crank from Wacky, and bumped into the hapless duck. They both tumbled head over heels onto the line and suddenly found themselves hurtling toward a series of mechanical hands ready to turn them into big babies. 

Picky Pig blushed and tried to cover up his piggy bits as his clothes were cut off. The mechanical hands had other ideas, though and they quickly grabbed his arms and held them out of place while another set oiled him up. A third one unfolded a diaper and slid it beneath his waiting bottom.

"No! N-n-n-not a d-d-d-d-diaper!" He exclaimed, but there was no one to hear him. 

He coughed as the machine shook powder all over his lower regions, and secured the diaper tight around his waist. 

"Wacky duck might have found it funny but he was no longer smiling because his turn was next. He too endured a quick and efficient diapering by the out-of-control machine. 

"My poor feathers!" He squawked, as he was shuttled through the system, but there was no getting away now.

They knew what was next, they were going to be fed bottles. It wouldn't be so bad since baby bottles are small, or so they thought. Unfortunately, the machine was calibrated to feed babies of all sizes, and they each got a bottle big enough to feed an elephant. 

Picky tried to turn his face this way and that to avoid the inevitable but the machine knew how to deal with fussy babies. A hand pinched his nose and when he opened his mouth to gasp, the bottle was shoved into his mouth and held there. He had no choice but to drink it all down, whining around the nipple as his tummy inflated like a balloon. 

Wacky duck was the first to realize the problem with all this milk as his bladder and stomach quickly began to ache. He struggled and squirmed as the seemingly endless supply of milk made its way into his belly but there was little he could do to stop what was coming. He squeezed his eyes shut, and grunted as the dam finally burst, and he flooded his diaper and let out a loud fart. Pretty soon his diaper was drippy and lumpy, and the duck sagged in relief as he was burped. 

Picky pig didn't fare much better. His diaper was nearly bursting by the time his milk was all gone. 

It was too bad the machines weren't set to change them into a fresh diaper. Instead, they were quickly shuttled off to the end of the line and dumped together into a knapsack with a loud squish. 

Finally, they were delivered at full speed to their new mommy. Hopefully she would set things right, though knowing their luck, they probably wouldn't be out of diapers for a very long time.