Bab Rats: Chapter 3
SCRATCH! SCRATCH!
As the hours ticked away inside the nursery and their first day of testing drew to a close, an uncomfortable itch began to arise on Sam’s diaper region. No doubt it was the fault of the failed smell-proof powder. Squirting a liberal amount of baby lotion into his hand, he shivered as the cooling cream was quickly soaked up by his irritated skin. His only solace was that the stink from the powder had finally worn off, though that was barely a consolation prize.
If only Sam’s itchy butt was his only present ailment, his first day of “work” may not have been so bad. Sadly, the baby powder was only the beginning. Beyond a prickly pelvic region, he had to contend with teeth that were ringing from gel-covered soother he’d been forced to gnaw on and with a distressingly warm, full-body onesie that was allegedly supposed to be temperature-controlled. Clearly, CrissBaby would be heading back to the drawing board for this product as evident by the beads of sweat covering his face.
At least Sam had company in his misery as Hanna wasn’t fairing much better than her male counterpart. Sitting on the edge of her crib with her head in her hands, she was struggling through a hypnosis-induced headache that put the term “crown of thorns” to shame. She never would’ve believed it possible to overdose on hypno files, and yet here she was, reeling as a result of one of her favorite kinks. It was all she could do to sip at the bottle of clear, strawberry-tasting liquid she’d been given to wash away her tongue’s bright orange discoloration after sucking on an experimental, flavored binky for half the day.
Looking over his shoulder at Hanna, Sam considered asking if Hanna wanted to do anything with him to pass the time. He’d been playing with a set of toy cars on a cartoonish cityscape rug. It wasn’t the most riveting of activities but it was something. However, based on Hanna’s agonized expression, he decided to leave well enough alone for now and go back to playing by himself. He toddled back to the set of cars he had scattered across the play mat and sat down with a heavy FLOOF! emitting from his diaper. The puffy noise and tiny poof of baby powder that emerged from his leg holes caused him to giggle softly.
“Whatcha chuckling about?” said Hanna, catching Sam’s faint laughter from across the room. Wanting to break past her migraine and enjoy herself a little now that they were no longer on the clock, she scooted her butt off the crib mattress and crawled over to Sam on her hands and feet. She was a baby, after all; a thought that brought a smile to her face.
Unfortunately, Hanna’s innocuous question came at an inopportune time considering the embarrassing subject Sam was laughing about. He shrunk away from his nursery mate and focused on the cars in his hands, responding defensively, “J-Just something I remembered from the other day.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Hanna had no reason to believe Sam was fibbing to save face. Instead, her attention turned to the objects that were in Sam’s hands. She wanted to join him and maybe get to know him more but was a little weary about whether she should intrude on her skittish roommate’s solo play session considering how anxious and standoffish he’d been thus far. “Do you mind if I play next to you?” she asked, hoping the offer to do adjacent activities rather than a collective one would ease Sam’s nerves.
“Um…sure, that’s fine,” said Sam, suppressing a shy smile as Hanna snagged a few cars from the far side of the rug and began driving them through the felt-covered streets. It looked like he’d be getting some playtime with Hanna anyway despite his prior cowardice, “Also, sorry if I don’t talk much while we play. I’m not used to being around…other people while in Little Space.” This was partially true as the more pressing reason was his anxiety about being around members of the opposite sex, especially when it came to someone as pretty as Hanna.
Luckily, Hanna didn’t think anything of Sam’s fib with her spacey mind still under the influence of a half-dozen hypno tracks. That wasn’t to say her mind was vacant. Far from it, in fact, as she’d been wanting to say something to Sam since being left alone for the night by their testing overlords. “Hey, so…I know you’re still getting used to…well…me. But I just wanted to tell you that, for what it’s worth, I’m happy that you’re here. I’m not sure I’d be able to sleep alone in this massive nursery tonight without you,” she said, blushing over her own sentimentality.
“Same here,” responded Sam quickly in a strive to sound relatable. Sure, he had yet to get used to Hanna’s presence in general, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a welcome presence, “Pretty certain I’d go crazy if I was stuck in here by myself.”
“Well, take comfort that if you do lose your marbles, I’m sure CrissBaby will still find a way to put its property to good use,” said Hanna, sharing a chuckle with Sam at their company’s expense. It was strange to them to view themselves as pieces of property but there was no denying the truth in Hanna’s statement.
Sitting up slightly in his cross-legged position, the easy conversation allowed Sam to inch out of his shell. “Beats working two part-time jobs, that’s for damn sure,” he said, absentmindedly crashing the cars in his hands together as his focus centered squarely on Hanna.
“Beats going back to my old life,” said Hanna, her smile faltering at the tail end of her sentence. She hadn’t meant to dampen the mood but now that it had been spoken, there was no getting around the obvious dread that both she and Sam felt when remembering the lives they left behind for the Bab Rats Program.
A deafening silence radiated between Hanna and Sam for the next couple of minutes with both attempting to push any intrusive thoughts to the back of their minds. Eventually, Sam could no longer take the tension, forcing him to fake a yawn. “I think I’m ready to go hit the hay. I barely slept last night so I’m too pooped to stay up,” he said, stretching his arms out wide to help sell his yawn.
“Yeah, I think I’m right there with you,” said Hanna, setting the car in her hands aside and turning over to her hands and knees, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam. Nite nite.”
Waving back at Hanna meekly, Sam could already feel his anxiety letting off as he and Hanna gained distance from each other. “Have a good night,” he said, letting down his crib bars and crawling into bed. The yawn may have been faked but the heaviness he felt as soon as his head made contact with his pillow was all too real. His final thoughts as his mind drifted off were of Hanna and wanting to get over his introverted nature for her sake. Setting his mind toward being a better colleague and friend, he was determined that tomorrow would be different.
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CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!
“MMMMMMMM!”
Waking up to the sounds of a squeaky crib pair with an overtly sexual moan, Sam’s eyes shot open, confused and slightly annoyed by all the early morning activity. His annoyance dissipated abruptly, however, as he rose his head up to spot the source of the abrasive noises. “Hanna, can you please keep it…down?” he said, his tired brain taking several seconds to process that she was in the midst of humping a set of pillows that had been lovingly stacked between her thighs. He averted his gaze the moment he recognized what she was doing, “GAH! I’m s-so, so sorry! I didn’t mean-”
“Please…help…” mumbled Hanna in between heavy breaths. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, hoping to dull the burning sensation in her loins, even if only marginally, “...I’m…so horny…I-I just…want…to cum…” Losing herself to the mind-numbing euphoria that was racking her body, she began to laugh and cry simultaneously.
Spurred to full consciousness by Hanna’s horny distress, Sam leaped out of his crib and rushed over to his fellow Bab Rat’s bedside, unable to suppress the scarlet hue that stretched across his cheeks. Having zero clue how to help Hanna come down from her pleasure high, he knew there was only one person to turn to. “I-I’ll go get Dr. Madrigal,” he said, abandoning his extremely titillated roommate and sprinting to the other side of the nursery, “Um, hello? Is anyone in there?” He frantically waved both arms around in front of the viewing glass in hopes of getting anyone to respond.
CRACKLE!
Mercifully, the static of the loudspeaker turning on sounded off throughout the nursery, followed shortly by the familiar voice of Dr. Isla Madrigal, “Good morning, Sam. Perfect timing, by the way. I was about to call you over to ask about the onesie.”
“The onesie?” said Sam, momentarily forgetting his testing duties; an easy feat given the pressing situation, “N-No, it’s Hanna! She’s…well…see for yourself.” He stepped aside and gestured back toward Hanna’s crib where the involuntary, erotic display was taking place.
A moment of silence passed before Dr. Madrigal’s voice once again echoed out of the speaker system, “Oh, I promise you, Sam, there’s nothing to worry about. This is simply the result of one of the audio files Hanna was treated to yesterday. Without reinforcement, it’ll wear off on its own…eventually.” A light chuckle could briefly be heard before the mic cut out.
Needless to say, Sam was furious, both for Hanna’s sake and his own. He didn’t like having his legitimate concerns disregarded so frivolously. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to let Dr. Madrigal have a piece of his mind. Unfortunately, his timing couldn’t have been worse as he failed to get out so much as a single word before Dr. Madrigal took control of the conversation. “Actually, this will work in our favor. We have a selection of AB-style vibrators that could use some further tests,” she said, prompting someone in a hazmat suit to enter the nursery carrying a box fixed to the brim with buzzy toys, “Now, Sam, the onesie?”
Rolling his eyes, Sam was in disbelief over the neglect that the CrissBaby Diaper Company and Dr. Madrigal were currently demonstrating. Had he been a bolder person, he would’ve been screaming at this quack of a doctor over such blatant mistreatment. Knowing that little would likely come from arguing further, he sighed and relented, “I’ve been sweating all night so no, it doesn’t work,” he said, offering up the most menial answer possible to get his assessment over with, “Also, my butt still itches from the-”
“Perfect, thank you, Sam,” said Dr. Madrigal, completely ignoring Sam’s latter sentence in favor of proceeding with the next test, “Next on the docket, we only have one test for you this morning so you’ll get to relax as soon as it's over.”
A second hazmat entered the room and approached Sam with a metal tray in hand. Atop the tray were a set of two vials: one with R201 written on it containing a light blue liquid, and another with green liquid that was labeled R202. “Start with R201,” stated Dr. Madrigal clinically as if she no longer viewed Sam as human. She must’ve sensed his hesitation as she pointedly continued, “This is what you signed up for, Sam.”
Of the countless things Sam wanted to yell about, that was the one thing he couldn’t refute. He signed his name on the same dotted line that Hanna had. There was no fighting what Dr. Madrigal had said. He was a Bab Rat now, for better or worse. “Gimme that,” he said with a pout, snatching the vial containing the blue serum off the tray. It was his only test, anyway. He may as well get it over with, “Bottoms up, I guess.”
TO BE CONTINUED…