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Daily Free-Write November 16, 2022: The Baby Factory Pt. 26
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"You know what?" I said. "No."
"Oh, really?" said Linda, crossing her arms and shaking her head with a rueful smile. "Are you really so stuck on principle that you can't make the smart choice, or are you on some sort of moral high hor-"
"I'm done working myself to death. I remember what my life was before I came here. No way I want to go back to that. To be honest, I was happier when I was zoned out listening to those headphone drones. Just like Chubbs..."
"Oh really?" she said, with an amused smile. "Figures. My boys were the same way by the time we finished filming the training series... they're still at home, and adorable as ever. Maybe I can take you to meet them sometime... after we fry your brain to a teething biscuit, that is."
"Fine by me. I don't want to be a grownup anymore. Put me on the night shift."
She looked at me for a long pause, and then laughed out loud.
"Maybe you are the smart one. Everybody could use a vacation, right? Why not a permanent one."
"So that's it then? You're gonna make me like Chubbs and adopt me out?"
"Well, not exactly," she said, with smile and a glint in her eye.
"What do you mean?"
*****
"So what do you think?" asked linda, as I sat on the floor of the playpen in the factory nursery and wiggled my soggy bottom.
"Hmm... I think that the larger honeycomb matrix that keeps the sap and pulp distributed evenly across the surface of the diaper is quite effective. I particularly enjoy how it is able to expand more, giving that perfect soggy squish with little to no press-out."
"Such a good little diaper tester you are. Here; have some choccy milkies," she said, handing me a big bottle and patting me on the head. This would be the super hydrating formula. It was to help capacity test the diapers, but to me it was just a sweet treat.
Turns out I wasn't the first person to make the exact choice path I made at the factory. That was how you become a baby factory product tester full time, apparently. All the smarts and none of the responsibilities.
"Hey, cutie," said Garreth, strolling in and ruffling my hair as well. With all the grownups doing that, I had a permanently messy mop of hair on my head. "You pack your pamper nice and good for me yet?"
"No," I said, my face going bright red.
"Hehe, it's cute how you blush." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Daddy's going to make you blush harder tonight after the workday is done. Look what you did to me..."
I dared to glance down and saw his huge thing snaking down the leg of his jumpsuit once again. Apparently he loved that I was a total baby with my mind intact. It meant that I could consent to sexy fun times with Daddy, unlike the ones that became total mush-brains. I liked dumping my freshly squeezed prostate juice into my diapers as Daddy railed me nightly. It was a win-win.
"Uh oh," he said. "Looks like a certain baby boy is excited too..." Sure enough, my diaper had a modest tent. Even through the swollen padding, it could be made out. "Or do you just really love your didees, lil guy?"
"Oh, I think it's a little of both," said Linda, answering for me. "We like didees that make our little champs feel good, don't we?"
I nodded and blushed, putting the nipple of the bottle back in my mouth and sucking down choccy milk to avoid answering their embarrassing questions.
"My boys sure seem to feel good in them," said Linda, smirking, "even with their little nub cages on to keep them nice and tiny."
I pulled the bottle nipple out of my mouth with a pop and a trickle of milk ran down my chin.
"Why do they have to wear a cage?" I asked, still slightly aghast at the idea of having my little pee-pee locked up like Linda's sons.
"Keeps em little," she said. "Otherwise they rub their didees and it messes with their heads when theire feeling tiny and then have a big scary something happen down there that they dont' understand..."
"Oh..." I said, rubbing my chin. It actually made a lot of sense. Making stickies often brought me right out of little space right away. Keeping the boys pent up like that was genius. Devious as hell, but genius nonetheless.
"Aww, little guy's thinkin'. Does he want Daddy to lock him up too?"
"No!" I said too quickly, as I felt my face go hot with embarrassment.
"Linda. Can I put in an order for our little mascot here?"
"You got it!" she said, making a note on her clipboard.
"Aww, heccies. What have I gotten myself into?"
"Why don't you finish that bottle, little one?" said Linda. "Seems to me like you've done enough thinking for one day..."
"But I-"
SNAP.
Linda snapped her fingers and said the trigger words and whatever I was going to say was washed away in the fuzzy cotton padding of my dumb baby brain. I slumped, smiled, and drooled, beginning to rub my diapers by reflex. The two adults in the room chuckled and I didn't even have the sense to be embarrassed. They didn't try to stop me. They knew I wouldn't get very far anyway. I was just doing what felt good, but had no idea how to take it to the next level. I'd eventually move on to playing with my toys or sucking on my toes until it was time for num nums and nappies. That's how it always went when they decided my big boy brain was done for the day.
"Aww! He's just so cute like this. Sure is hard to resist keeping him like this all the time," said Garreth, picking me up and cradling me in an arm as he shoved the bottle in my mouth. "There we go, little one. Drink up."
"He would sure fetch a pretty penny on the adoption list," mused Linda. She always said that, but never actually put me up for adoption, though I was the first stop on many prospective parents' tours.
"Well, cuddlebug, let's go," said Gareth. "I think we've all earned a little break. How about you cuddle with Daddy for a bit in the big boy nap room, hmm?"
I smiled and nodded, sinking into warmth and getting lost in the flow of nummy milkies going into my mouth. Suckling and swallowing. Suckling and swallowing. I wondered if I would get to suck on Daddy's spicy scented baba during naptime or it would just be cuddles. I drooled as I imagined his shiny purple cockhead, that spicy scent, and the delicious nectar pearls that would drip out of it, covering my tongue with their savory buttery flavor as I suckled.
"He's in baby heaven," commented Linda. "He really did make the smartest choice of all."
On that, I could certainly agree.
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