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Daily Free-Write August 25, 2022: The Baby Factory Pt. 23
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In the morning I woke up feeling like shit. My head hurt. My stomach felt bloated. I had to piss like a racehorse.
I stopped and thought about it for a second. I had to piss like a-
"Rrrgghhhh." My knees buckled as my overstressed bladder gave way, flooding my diapers until they leaked. I slowly sank down to a kneeling position, alternately whining and sighing in relief as I let it all out.
"Uh oh, looks like we got a leaker!" said Guy, who noticed my big display.
Yeah, sure, I had leaked. I had even pissed myself without any control. But I didn't wet in my sleep. I had been wetting the bed since I got here, but not tonight. Something told me it had something to do with...
"Hey, where are your headphones?" asked Guy.
"Huh? I took em off. We're not on the factory floor so we don't need em, right?"
The comment seemed to pass right over Guy's head. He just looked over at Chubbs and said, "Hey, why are your headphones off too?"
Chubbs rubbed his forehead and said, "I don't know. This guy took 'em and I... wait second... I can talk! I can talk, Boomer!" He shook me by the shoulders in excitement, then he gave me a big hug.
"Oof! Easy, Chubbs! Don't break me."
"Hehe, sorry bud. I thought I was a goner for a second there..."
"A goner?"
"Yeah, you know... like PeeJay. Remember him?"
"Yeah, what happened to him again?"
"Night shift," said Guy, chiming in. I looked back to Chubbs who nodded.
"Night shift."
"Can you be a little more specific?" I asked, cocking my head. I couldn't get a straight answer from anybody in this place, it seemed. "Like, can we go see him?"
Guy seemed to shudder a bit but shook it off.
"Well, you do what you want bud, but don't let management see you without headphones. They wouldn't like that one bit."
"Uh.. huh..." I said to myself, watching Guy walk off. I was starting to get a sneaking suspicion that they didn't want me taking off my headphones. But why would that be?
I wasn't sure, but I knew I didn't like being told what to do, so I got a very naughty idea.
"What are you doing?" asked guy, as he watched me rip open the seams of a pillow from the crib and take out a bit of stuffing.
"Mufflers," I said.
"No, no, no," said Chubbs, grabbing the headphones from me. "That'll never work. You won't be able to hear anyone talk to you. Do this insead."
He twisted the back of the headphone where it connected to the headband and popped off the backing, then he started messing with the wires.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Everything that passes through the headphones happens at a different frequency. I'm just removing some bands..."
My eyes bugged as I watched him mess around with the innards of these sophisticated ear pieces, look around furtively, mess around some more. I was sure he had broken it, but then he handed them back to me and said, "Try 'em out."
I looked at them doubtfully. I knew that they had something to do with the strange things that had been happening with me these past days, so I was nervous, but he put them on his head first to show m it was okay, and he was fine. I relented and tried them on.
"Well? How do I sound?" he asked.
"Normal," I said.
"That's right," he said. "Now it's my turn."
He grabbed his own pair from under the pillow, but before he could do anything with them, guy came around rapping on the crib bars with his knuckles.
"Come on, boys. You're going to be late again. Hurry up and get changed. And put those headphones on before you leave, Chubbs. Alright?"
"Yeah, sure," Chubbs said, forcing a smile.
"What are you gonna do?" I whispered to him as guy lowered the bars to shoo us out.
"Shut up, I'll think of something," whispered chubbs back. He took my hand and led me to the changing table, where he gave me a quick and easy diaper change into a nice thick super waddler diaper with hybrid taping panel and honeycomb core. I loved the fit of this one, but just for fun I put him in a super double thick Cooshie Tush Max Plus, a nice plain white diaper with a plastic taping panel. A nice thick diaper that let you know it was there and held up for a minimum of 12 hours no matter how much you threw at it.
By the time I was done, he still hadn't fixed his headphones. He hopped down off the table, looked at me and said, "Okay, listen. I'm gonna put these on, but take mine off tonight, okay? I'll fix em to be like yours tomorrow, then we can figure out what's happening here."
I nodded. That seemed reasonable. We walked as far as the exit holding hands, then we stopped, looking out into the dusty yard. Chubbs took a deep breath and let it all out.
"Here goes nothin'."
He put on the headphones. I watched his eyes go wide for a second, then relax. Then he smiled. Drooled. A yellow spot appeared on the front of his diaper and he giggled.
"Come on, bwo, wet's go to the line befow we're late! I'll wace ya!"
He giggled like an idiot as he waddle-ran toward the line, looking completely ridiculous with his fat diaper bulging out his rainbow dot onesie. It was like he had begun to change instantly, and it was scary. Just what did these headphones do, anyway?"
Not wanting to look out of place, I waddle-ran after him, though the sporty cut on mysuper waddler diaper with hybrid taping panel and honeycomb core made my waddle much less pronounced, even if my diaper bulge was nearly as big. We both made it to the line and stood with the two rows of men in our group, all of us in diapers and onesies.
"Well, well, well, I guess we learned to be more on time, eh?" asked Garreth, looking down with us and with a hint of approval in his upturned lips. "That's good," he said, adjusting his crotch as he walked by me. I caught a whiff of his sex and nearly wet myself. I began to tent in my diaper.
"Alright, group M. Go on in, eat, and get suited up. We've got a lot of pampers to pack today, in more ways than one!"
He chuckled and gave the person at the front of the line a smack on the butt to get him moving. The rest of the line followed, and when we were a fair distance between the other groups and the building I trailed a bit til I was next to Chubbs.
"Hey, bud. You still with me?" I asked, hopeful that he was just faking stupid.
"Ye, I'm wight hewe. Can't you see me? Siwwy boy," he said, giggling. "I'm gonna beat ya today when we eat brekky! You'll see!"
"Yeah," I sighed. "I sure will."
I had my answer. He definitely wasn't there. But I knew it would be all fine tomorrow. I just had to get through one day here and then tomorrow we'd both have fixed headphones and we could get to the bottom of what was going on here. Unfortunately, things are never as simple as you plan them out to be.
