Bab Rats: Chapter 2
ZIP!
Zipping herself into her CrissBaby work jumper, Hanna let out a long, anticipation-filled sigh. It was safe to say her first-day jitters were running rampant. How could they not?! This was more than just some inaugural shift at a rinky-dink, minimum-wage job. This was day one of the rest of her diaper-clad life. “I’m all finished,” she said, adjusting her slightly damp nappy before stepping out from her hiding spot around the side of her crib.
“S-Same here!” shouted back a stuttery Sam, who patiently sat at a knee-high table with his back turned to Hanna. Clutching his tummy slyly under the table, he gritted his teeth through a wave of prickly cramps. It had been hours since he and Hanna had arrived at their new nursery and despite the knowledge that he’d be using diapers permanently for the foreseeable future, he found it difficult to push through the mental block of messing in front of someone else, especially an attractive girl. He fiddled with the zipper on his jumpsuit as he attempted to place his focus anywhere else.
CRACKLE!
“Good afternoon, cuties. You ready to have some fun?” said the familiar voice of Dr. Madrigal, her words booming into the nursery via a grainy loudspeaker. Having nowhere else to turn their attention to, Hanna and Sam nodded dutifully at the glass of the viewing room as the good doctor continued, “Superb! We promise to go easy on you both since it’s your first day. Let’s just try to relax and have some fun.”
Suddenly, the door adjacent to the glass opened as two men in bright, yellow hazmat suits entered their nursery pushing a metal rolling cart. Their protective attire and faceless masks set an eerie tone from the get-go. Hanna and Sam found themselves scooting closer together, their collective anxiety rising.
The cart itself contained numerous items to be tested, each of them labeled with a letter and a set of numbers. Unlike the polished CB products one would find on store shelves, what Hanna and Sam were presented with looked far less friendly. No flashy colors or logos or anything. Just bulky base products and an assortment of vials filled with multi-colored liquids. Once the cart was locked into place, the two hazmats exited the nursery, leaving the uninitiated testers to their devices.
“Hanna, I’m going to have you start with product A114,” said Dr. Madrigal, sacrificing zero time commenting on the obvious astonishment of her subjects as she gathered her documents for test number one, “And Sam, please procure P29 and head to a changing table.”
Glancing at one another momentarily, Hanna and Sam took comfort in each other’s presence. No matter what happened from this point forward, at least they had each other. “Still wish you got your own room?” said Hanna, sharing a brief giggle with her new associate.
“I’m leaning towards a big fat no but I’ll keep you posted if anything throughout the day,” said Sam, earning a light jab from Hanna’s elbow, “C’mon, let’s get this over with.” He cautiously approached the metal cart with Hanna in tow, the pair leaning down to get a closer look at the various items CrissBaby had presented them with.
“Oh, there’s A114,” said Hanna, brushing past Sam to collect the pair of pink, over-ear headphones off the tray. Rotating the headphones in her hand, she pondered over what could be so special about them. As far as she could tell, they were just a standard set of high-end headphones.
Thankfully, Dr. Madrigal was standing by with instructions. “Today, you’ll be listening to a section of audio files created by our CrissBaby sound design team,” she announced jubilantly as if she were advertising the product to her captive audience, “Take the packet next to the headphones and make yourself comfortable. We’ll need your written thoughts on each file. Please be as detailed as possible.”
“Ugh, I hate busy work,” scoffed Hanna, reconciling with the fact that even in a life surrounded by diapers and baby toys, she still couldn’t get out of doing paperwork. She begrudgingly picked up the packet and moseyed back to her crib to get started.
This left Sam to pursue the other CrissBaby test products, nervous to see what dubious assignment awaited him. “It’s the bottle near the center of the tray,” said Dr. Madrigal, too impatient to let Sam find P29 on his own. He struggled to suppress his blush as he snatched the tall, plastic bottle. Based on the perforated lid, it was obvious to any decent AB that he was holding baby powder. Between Hanna and himself, he had undoubtedly been given the more embarrassing task. The redness of his cheeks increased.
“Hey, uh, Dr. Madrigal?” yelled Hanna, her hand raised high much like a grade-schooler looking to be called on by their teacher, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to write. All I hear is piano music.”
“Yes, that’s supposed to be happening. Just do your best and jot down any emotions you feel or any mental images that pop up in that pretty head of yours,” said Dr. Madrigal, her light cooing immediately elevating Hanna’s blushiness to a similar level as Sam's. Lowering her hand, she picked up the packet and wrote “annoyed” and “bratty” next to the first prompt out of spite.
CRINKLE!
Smoothing out a fresh diaper on top of the changing table, Sam peeked over his shoulder to check that Hanna had her back to him before climbing up and unlatching the tapes on his lighted-wetted diaper. A twinge of regret crept up on him, wishing he had been ballsy enough to mess himself before his changing. Now, he was stuck dealing with persistent cramping until his test concluded, if he could hold out until then that is.
Once all four tapes were ripped away from his diaper’s landing pad, Sam quickly discarded the used nappy onto the floor and plopped himself down on the diaper with his hands covering his genitals the entire time. Wanting this part of his test to be over already, he picked up the bottle of powder and proceeded to shower himself with soft, white specks as fast as the bottle would permit him.
Unfortunately, Sam’s sloppy powdering job prompted Dr. Madrigal to take matters into her own hands. “Please halt what you're doing, Sam,” she said into her microphone as one of the people in hazmat suits re-entered the nursery. The hazmat made a beeline to Sam, giving the apprehensive Little no chance to hop down from his spot on the changing table.
“W-Wait! I can do it myself! HEY!” screamed Sam as his legs were yoinked up from under him. He wiggled for a few moments until the hazmat gave his bare booty a hardy smack, forcing him to still his frantic movements. Failing to fight back in any meaningful way, he resigned himself to covering his face with his hands as the hazmat began coating him from tailbone to belly button with a thick helping of baby powder.
“Pfft, what a baby,” said Hanna, chuckling to herself as she gawked at Sam’s misfortune from the coziness of her crib. She may have gotten the lion's share of the written work but it was far better than receiving a change from some faceless guy in a hazmat suit. Leaning back against the bars of her crib, she let out a contented sigh, relaxation taking hold of her. She quickly made note of her unperturbed state of mind, blissfully unaware that urine was dribbling into the seat of her padding.
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GUUUUUUUUURGLE!
Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t even an hour into the baby powder trial before Sam’s bowels were burning with the overwhelming desire for relief. Up to this point, he’d been trying to suss out what was so special about this baby powder in hopes of ending his test early by telling Dr. Madrigal everything she wanted to hear. Tragically, as far as he could tell, his butt was laden with nothing more than the average, garden-variety baby powder one could find in any major retailer. He considered lying about feeling itchiness in hopes of an early release but decided against it in case Dr. Madrigal discovered his fib.
Gritting his teeth through another round of vicious cramps, Sam concluded that it was time to bite the bullet and use his diaper as intended. At least his roomie, Hanna, was fully distracted by her headphones, meaning she wouldn’t be able to hear him defecate himself. Squatting down alongside the nearby wardrobe so that his lower half was hidden from Dr. Madrigal and her viewing room, he closed his eyes and slowly began to push. It took a few tries to get over the mental hurdle of messing in the presence of other people but eventually, he felt a small weight drop into the back of his diaper, letting him know that his messing was officially underway. That little poot of poo was all it took to get his bowels churning properly. He rested a second before pushing against, this time much more successfully as a landslide of semi-soft muck started stretching out the loose plastic of his crinkly confines.
Meanwhile, Hanna giggled childishly as she teetered back and forth to the melody of the music on her squelchy padding, unaware of the permanent, infantile thoughts being embedded into the recesses of her mind. “Hmmm, I finks dis one’s a happy one,” she muttered as she scribbled in a few illegible notes on her packet. If she had taken the time to flip back through all of her responses, she would’ve noticed a stark decline in both her handwriting and maturity.
SNIFF SNIFF!
Nearing the end of his regrettably long messing, the stench of Sam’s handiwork began to make itself known, much to his chagrin. He may have loved the feeling of a full, mushy diaper but the scent was something he was never personally a huge fan of. “Ugh, what did I eat?” he mumbled to himself as he reached back to assess the weighty damage his nappy had taken. Sadly, as pleasurable as it felt to squish his distended diaper, the smell was too overbearing to be able to indulge fully.
To his hapless shock, Sam found himself unable to escape the dank odor that only seemed to be growing with each passing second. He pinched his nose shut tightly as memories of pranking his freshman dorm with a stink spray he bought online reemerged. The karmic justice of it all was not lost on him. Up until now, that stink spray was the worst thing his nose had ever encountered. To his dismay, his diaper had surpassed that and then some, flooding his eyes with strained tears.
Sam’s resolve inevitably gave out, overpowered by the stink of his own diaper filling. He rushed over to the changing table, looking to distance himself from the putrid nappy as soon as possible. However, he wouldn’t get far before Dr. Madrigal’s voice interrupted him, “Sorry, Sam, but we need you to stay in that diaper until the test concludes.”
“Ugh! I can’t!” Sam shouted, using his forearm to wipe the moisture away from his eyes, “The smell! It’s just too much.” Without any further explanation, he tore the rotten diaper away from his body, turning pale as the unwrapped nappy doubled the rancid odor.
Sighing as she pressed her fingers into her temples, Dr. Madrigal gave her annoyed response, “Welp, I guess it’s back to the drawing board for the new, odor-proof baby powder. Apologize, Sam. We’ll send in someone to remove that diaper ASAP.”
“Hey, doc! Dere’s no mo souns comin' out!” said Hanna, waving the headphones around cheerfully as she preened for the attention of the caring doctor, “I finks it’s busted.”
“Oh, excellent! That means you're all finished with your first product, sweetheart,” cooed Dr. Madrigal through the mic, her kind words eliciting a wealth of giggles from Hanna, “Perfect timing too! Now we can move on to your next tests.”
“N-Next tests?!” stammered Sam as he thoroughly wiped away the brown stickiness from his diaper area. Looking back at the metal cart, he took note of the plethora of other products, realizing only now that he and Hanna’s day wouldn’t be over until that cart had been fully cleared, “Superb.”
TO BE CONTINUED…