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Daily Free-Write October 12, 2022: The Baby Factory Pt. 24
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The days had gone by quickly, as I went down the list of training topics learning one after another, even though I couldn't never quite seem to remember everything that happened in all of them. Still, I found myself more knowledgeable than ever about such things as the different kinds of filling in a diaper and the performance qualities of each material; how to diaper up a pal in under five minutes; and how to relax and wet every time without even thinking about it.
But one thing I hadn't learned was keeping track of my friends, and pretty soon as we went about our day of stacking and packing diapers on the line, I lost track of my crinkly compatriot. Just plum lost him.
"Chubs?" said Guy when we went off to lunch. "Dunno! Maybe Gareth's giving him a change."
"That's a pretty long change," I mused as we walked through the cafeteria toward the nursery section where us machine grunts ate. It had been at least 30 minutes as far as I could tell, though that was a bit hard to say since everything seemed to fall into sort of a hypnotic rhythm, even without the headphones droning in my ears.
I didn't have much chance to look for him because once we were in the nursery, I was quickly hustled toward my usual highchair to be filled with juice and mush. However, Chubs's highchair wasn't there.
"Hey, where's Chub-mmnnphhh!" Before I could even finish the question, my feeding gag was strapped onto my head securely, and the caretaker helper ruffled my hair.
"My, my, that's a lot of big boy words coming from such a lil' guy! Drink your juice, sweetie. Whatever you have to say can't be so important it can't wait til after lunch and nap-nap time.
My face grew hot with embarrassment and impotent anger, but I did my best to calm down as I began to suck down the sweet flow of juice. I didn't want to blow my cover after all. I was supposed to be a dumb happy baby!
I sucked down the juice as fast as I could, and after that I ate my bowl. The nurse-lady did her best to keep me engaged but it just wasn't the same without my pal to race against. I was worried about him, and I just couldn't focus on the enjoyable feeling of my diapers getting unreasonably full, or my tummy growing with all that nummy baby mush.
After my meal and a nice diaper change, I lay in my naptime crib alone. Where the hell was Chubs?
When I was woken up from my nap, I got another change, and was out on the floor as fast as my little legs would carry me. As luck would have it, I ran into Garreth right away.
"Hey, little guy, you need a change?"
"No, I'm looking for Chubs."
"Who?"
"You know... Chubs. My crib buddy?"
"Ohhh, yeah. About that... He got moved to the night shift."
I suddenly felt my stomach do a backflip.
"Whoa, there. You don't look so good, buddy. You gonna be okay?"
"Y-yeah... f... fine," I said, forcing a smile as I backed away and returned to the line and worked double pace. I should have been hot but I had broken out into a cold sweat. I knew something was very, very wrong. Even though my brain still wasn't working on all cylinders, I knew. I had to get out of there. And I wasn't going to wait another night to do it.
"I'll be back for you, Chubs," I said to myself, under my breath. I wasn't really sure I believed it, though.
Just then, something pressed into the back of my diaper causing me to jump and yelp. I spun around to see a rubberdog on all fours. I had been goosed by a pup! And then I noticed how full my diaper was. Darn. If I was going to make my getaway, I might have to pack a diaper bag while I was at it.
