Bab Rats: Chapter 1
TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!
The second hand on the analog clock echoed rhythmically across the bright waiting room with blue and pink walls. It was a mostly baron space save for a few waiting chairs and couches, some magazines that no one reads on a coffee table, and a receptionist's desk with no one sitting at it. Needless to say, it wasn’t the friendliest environment for the waiting room of an ABDL diaper company.
That being said, neither of the two people sitting in the waiting room paid any mind to their surroundings. Instead, their thoughts were on the insane roles they were volunteering for within said diaper company. “Please mark all kinks and fetishes you are comfortable with,” read Hanna as she worked through the rather lengthy stack of documents held together by the metal clamp of a clipboard. All of the classics were accounted for, from ageplay and bondage to the more intense topics like body modifications and sensory deprivation. Her face became flushed as she began ticking off box after box.
Likewise, her male counterpart, Sam was equally flustered by the kinks he allowed himself to tick off. He peeked up from his clipboard at Hanna before angling his clipboard away from her further in embarrassment. In the back of his mind, he knew that embarrassed feeling was something he was just going to have to live with from now on. After all, both he and Hanna were willingly handing over their privacy and autonomy to a fetish diaper company.
“HELP WANTED: Does a life filled with adulting wear you down? Do you ever wish you could spend your days living in padded luxury just like CrissieBaby? Well, now you can! The CrissBaby Diaper Company is looking for subjects to participate in our brand-new Bab Rats Program. Members of the Bab Rats Program will live on-site and have all of their needs catered to while working with our team of testing specialists!” That’s what the advertisement said as Hanna and Sam were struggling to find any sort of work. It almost seemed too good to be true, even with the ad’s final caveat, “NOTE: Due to the private nature of our company’s work and the various changes our subjects may sustain during testing, members of the Bab Rats Program will become permanent residents of the CrissBaby Diaper Factory.” It was a dubious warning given in no uncertainty. However, in spite of that warning, Hanna and Sam were merely two of the thousands of hopeful applicants who sought to give up their bodies and souls for a lifetime of free diapers and zero responsibilities.
Signing her name and dating the final page of her contract, Hanna let out an anxious, yet exhilarated sigh. Growing up a sheltered girl from the East Coast, she’d always dreamed about being sent back to diapers against her will and turned into an adult baby for the rest of her life. Little did she know that she’d be sentencing herself to a perma-diapered existence: a thought that made her chuckle as she printed her name on the bottom line.
Sam, meanwhile, was equally as tense as Hanna, though without her excitedly horny energy. On paper, he had everything going for him. He was an attractive guy and a college senior with a bright career in electrical engineering on the horizon. It was his hidden fetish for all things ABDL that inevitably did him in. Part of him didn’t believe he had even the slightest chance of being picked for this program. So, to find himself selected as one of the lucky candidates was as jarring as it was bittersweet. Was he really about to throw away his future like it was nothing? As he hesitantly signed his name in broken cursive, it almost felt as though his right hand was making that choice for him.
“Hey…uh…Sam was it?” said Hanna, her voice catching the intensely focused Sam off-guard. She scooted across the couch she was on, inching closer to him as she continued, “Are we just supposed to hang onto these or do they want us to set them…somewhere…” Her ADHD-riddled brain trailed off as she briefly glanced down at the list of kinks he had checked off.
It took Sam a few seconds to register what she was looking at. He immediately shielded his clipboard again, this time wrapping an arm around it and hugging it to his chest. His actions brought additional rosiness to Hanna’s cheeks and caused her to retreat, leaving a strained silence to grow between them.
Mercifully, it was only moments later that the double doors stationed to the left of the reception desk parted, and a smartly dressed woman in a lab coat entered the stilted waiting room. “Hanna? Sam?” she said, waiting for nods of affirmation from her two subjects before continuing, “Excellent! My name is Dr. Isla Madrigal. I’ll be overseeing your progress throughout the Bab Rats Program. Think of me as your new boss…or caregiver. Whatever fills your diaper. If you’ll please follow me, we can get started,” Pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she spun around on her back foot and opened one of the doors widely for Hanna and Sam not unlike an owner luring pets into a cage.
Hanna promptly stood up and let in a deep lungful of air. She was ready for the rest of her life to begin. Shoving any lingering doubts to the back of her mind, she approached Dr. Madrigal and handed her the keys to her life in the form of a thoroughly vetted contract. “Th-thank you,” she said, her voice cracking slightly due to the height disparity between herself and the kind doctor.
“Of course, Hanna,” said Dr. Madrigal, shifting the clipboard under her arm and petting Hanna’s head softly. She smiled down at the pink-haired shorty, mentally noting how easy it was to make Hanna blush and how dutifully she submitted. Her attention then turned to Sam, who had yet to leave his seat, “Samuel, I’m afraid we must get a move on.”
“O-One second,” stuttered Sam as he frantically moved to finish his documents. He’d never been a speedy test-taker in school, which was unfortunately a trait that carried over to his adult life. He quickly ticked off a few more fetish boxes, wanting to make sure he didn’t leave anything out before scribbling his name on the bottom line. If only he had taken his time, he may have noticed that one of his checkmarks was a tad longer than the others, stretching into the box directly above it. Sadly, he failed to notice this as he rushed to hand off his clipboard to Dr. Madrigal.
With both clipboards in hand, Dr. Madrigal waved Sam and Hanna through the double doors and into a narrow hallway that looked akin to something one would find in a hospital. The blank, white walls were lined with various numbered doors, giving the space a sterile feeling that only bolstered Hanna and Sam’s unease. Thankfully, it wasn’t a far walk from the waiting room to their next destination.
“Ah, here we are!” said Dr. Madrigal as they arrived at a door with the number, 1096, hanging in its center. She unclipped her badge from the breast pocket of her lab coat and scanned it on the card reader to unlock the door, “Welcome to your new home.”
When the ad promised that members of the Bab Rats Program were going to live like CrissieBaby, they meant it. The nursery that Hanna and Sam were ushered into was like something out of an ABDL wet dream. From high-end tech pieces such as the Walker Pro and Auto-Changer to the diaper shelves filled with every variety of CrissBaby brand diapers under the sun, this was a diaper fanatics paradise. Neither Sam nor Hanna could hold back their child-like wonder as they stared across the landscape of their new nursery with mouths agape.
However, for as eager as Hanna and Sam appeared to be to dive head first into all the fun their new surroundings could provide, neither subject moved far beyond the doorway as if waiting for someone to pinch them and wake them up. Luckily, Dr. Madrigal was standing by to reassure them that their new home wasn’t going anywhere. “Make yourselves at home, cuties! You have a bit of time before our first scheduled tests so feel free to play and explore the area,” she said before gesturing to the large pane of glass line positioned on the wall behind her, “If at any time you need anything, either myself or a member of my staff will be in that room monitoring your progress.”
With such an onslaught of important information being thrown at them both visually and verbally, Dr. Madrigal could practically hear the dial-up internet tone ringing over both their heads as they processed what she had said. “W-Wait. We’re living here…together?” said Sam, his big smile fading into concern as he noticed the pair of cribs sitting next to each other, one pink and one blue. It was a tough pill for his ego to swallow as he realized he would now have to share this giant, one-room nursery with an attractive girl while being diapered 24/7, “Why can’t we have our own rooms? No offense, by the way, Hanna.”
“None taken,” chimed in Hanna, who was also grappling with the idea that she would now have to change both her clothes and diapers in the presence of a guy she’d just met, “Or how about maybe we could at least get like a barrier for the changing table? I can be flexible.”
Sadly, Dr. Madrigal could only shake her head at Hanna and Sam’s earnest request. “Apologies but the Bab Rats Program works off a buddy system for both accountability and emotional support. I’m afraid you’ll be bunking together for the foreseeable future,” she said, playing up her sorrow for their situation. In reality, this was her program, and she intended to keep it running like a well-oiled despite any reservations her subjects may have initially, “As for privacy, I’m afraid it’s of vital importance that you both remain visible to my staff and me at all times. I’m afraid that subsequently means you’ll remain visible to each other as well.”
Hanna and Sam were left speechless by this news, with neither of them possessing a single argument to aid their cause. All they could do was slowly come to terms with the conditions of their new living arrangements. They supposed they shouldn’t have necessarily been surprised by the lack of privacy but it was still a shock to the senses to be told all personal privacy was now revoked. Like it or not, they were now roommates living under the watchful eye of the CrissBaby Diaper Company.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Oh, shoot! That’s the alarm for my next meeting. I hate to cut our intro short but I really must get a move on,” said Dr. Madrigal, backing away from her subjects and stepping through the doorway as she spoke, “I’ll be back later today to conduct your first tests. Try to get yourselves cozy in the meantime. Have fun.”
And with that, the door sealed behind her, leaving Hanna and Sam alone together once again. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Sam knew the first thing he wanted to do was make sure Hanna felt safe around him. “Um, we can work out a system so that we don’t peek at each other whenever we change,” he said, his focus struggling to avoid the eye-candy buffet of ABDL products scattered about.
“Y-yeah, we can always just stand in the corner Blair Witch style if we have to,” responded Hanna, chuckling at her own joke. Unfortunately, based on the odd look Sam gave her, he wasn’t super familiar with the reference. Clearing her throat, she extended a hand toward Sam, “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. Now, I say we try to stop worrying and enjoy ourselves a little. I mean, you can’t tell me you don’t want to try out like everything in here.”
Snickering alongside Hanna, Sam knew he couldn’t deny the truth in Hanna’s statement. “Oh, I most definitely do. Guess we both have to get used to being our diaper pervy-selves around each other,” he said, placing his hand in Hanna’s and shaking hands with his new roomie, “Also, dibs on the Walker Pro first.”
Playfully pouting in response to Sam’s diligent dib-calling, Hanna responded, “Not if I get there first!” Without warning, she abruptly broke from the handshake and took off running in the direction of the Walker Pro.
Not wanting to concede to Hanna, Sam giggled as he chased after her. “Oh, no, you don’t!” he shouted, casting aside any concerns he had and taking a moment to enjoy everything that CrissBaby Diaper Co had to offer.
TO BE CONTINUED…