Rocky vs. the Machine
Office parties at CrissBaby HQ were often very rowdy affairs. What else could one expect when bringing dozens of drunk Littles and Bigs together? Though, it was perhaps the worst-kept secret within the company that the Testing Department threw the most insane ragers. This, unfortunately, made it quite the exclusive club to get into. That is unless you were fortunate enough to work in the Testing Department, something Rocky found out not long after her promotion to product tester.
Having fully embraced the ABDL lifestyle as Mark’s precious Little, Rocky pushed herself to engage with her diaper-loving peers. That didn’t mean it always came naturally to her. However, as soon as alcohol got involved, all inhibitions tied to the humiliation of being an adult getting off to diapers melted away. With a little help from Uncle Jack’s liquid courage, she became the life of the party, often being the one to encourage others to do outrageous and horny things while repeatedly thrusting herself into the same depraved situations. She became so infamous amongst the usual partygoers that she earned the nickname Rumchata Rocky.
“Uh oh! Everyone, duck for cover! I fink Rumshota Rocky ish coming over,” said a very tipsy Tina, snickering like the most mischievous Little on Earth. If there was anyone who could match Rocky’s intensity, it was her. Slamming her cards down on the poker table, she welcomed Rocky into her arms, the two sharing a drunken cuddle.
Rocky quickly matched Tina in the giggle department, chortling with her colleague as she lounged across her lap lackadaisically. “Been lookin’ fo chus evewywhewe,” she slurred, rolling over so that her butt was pressed against Tina’s crotch, “I neesa a changie. Margarette dawed me ta pouw da res of da keg in my diapee. Hehe, I won.” Rocky punctuated her sentence by delivering a hardy pat on her extremely soaked diaper.
As the table cheered on Rocky’s improper behavior, Tina folded her arms and stuck her tongue out at the beer-scented diaper girl. “Sorry, babes. I’m off da clock,” she said, feigning annoyance. In truth, she loved that Rocky still came to her for diaper changes even after she had transitioned to Charles’s full-time assistant, “Beshides, I’m not sure dis diapee is anywhere near full enough.” Taking advantage of her position, she grabbed a handful of Rocky’s moist diaper fluff and kneaded like dough before pulling the drunken toddler up into her arms for another hug, much to Rocky’s delight.
Sighing as he sipped at his two fingers of whiskey, Ned sat back in his chair folding her cards up in his hand. “I take it you’re folding then, Tina? Ya know, if you’re gonna wreck our game, you could at least have the decency to start making out with Rocky for our amusement,” he said, his words powered by a half-dozen libations.
Snickering as he stared at the full house in his hands, a far-from-sober Mark nudged Ned with her elbow as he responded to the prospect of his committed girlfriend making out with a coworker, “Hey, I certainly won’t mind. I’ll just have to outdo whatever sexy shit Tina does when we get home.”
Inching back from his spot on the table next to Tina, Charles couldn’t care less what spicy shenanigans Tina was getting into this time. He’d seen more than his fair share of Tina’s antics first-hand to know that avoiding her when she got like this was for the best. Instead, he took the time to sneak a peek at Mark’s cards, despairing as his hand was nowhere near close to beating his colleague. Tossing his cards on the table, he scoffed, silently thanking the two girls in his head, “So long as it stays at least somewhat company-friendly, I’m comfortable being a…passive observer.”
With the green light to get freaky from everyone at the table, Tina pulled Rocky onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her torso. “What do you shay, Pebbles? Wanna give theesh naughty boys a show?” she mumbled, leaning her in close for a vodka-fueled kiss.
Regrettably, as Tina leaned in, her arm just so happened to press up against Rocky’s tummy as the two crawled over each other. Instead of the sexy version of events where this would cause Rocky to mess herself uncontrollably, it was the not-so-fun reaction that reared its ugly head.
“HHHHHUMMMMMMM!” Rocky moaned, nausea established through an entire night of binge drinking causing a stir in her stomach. Covering her mouth as the bitter-tasting bile coated her tongue, she was forced to push Tina off of her lap and abruptly bolt out of the conference room where the party was taking place. The testing facility was off-limits for obvious reasons.
Falling to the floor on her padded bum with a wet plot, Tina threw her arms up in the air, pouting after being rejected in a roundabout way. “Oh, I see! Runnin’ Away, aye?!” she shouted, quoting Monty Python in a terrible portrayal of a British accent.
Sadly, Rocky was too preoccupied with finding somewhere to vomit that she didn’t take the time to appreciate Tina’s attempt at levity. Bursting through a bathroom door, she stormed into the nearest stall and knelt before the porcelain throne to relieve her burbling belly. It was never fun to throw up in any situation, but she did have to admit that nothing was as blissful as the feeling of a calm stomach once the vicious storm had passed.
Slumping over onto her soggy butt with her arm draped across the toilet seat, Rocky considered closing her eyes and passing out in her until her Daddy found her and carried her out. However, just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed something very peculiar stationed on the opposite side of the latrine. “Da heck is dat fing?” she slurred, crawling her way across the freshly cleaned tile floor toward a bulky machine that was nearly as long as four of the bathroom stalls combined.
Thanks to Rocky’s move to wearing diapers full-time, she hadn’t stepped foot in a bathroom while working in quite some time, with Mark or Tina usually taking the liberty of changing her either in the testing facility changing room or, more embarrassingly, right on the floor at the base of her desk. Because of this, she had failed to notice when this expensive piece of technology was added to every CrissBaby HQ restroom. “The CrissBaby Auto-Changer?” she said, cocking her head to the side as she pondered over how such a massive machine never once came up during testing, “Musta been a fing before my pwomotion. I bet Mawgawette knows about dis.”
Straining her focus toward the paragraph of text written on the side of the machine, Rocky began unwittingly reading the text aloud. “Shay goodbye ta boring hiccup! changing tablesh and say hello ta da CrissBaby Auto-Changer. Guawanteed ta set chu up with a cwean diapee in under 30 sheconds. Just pull da red lever to activate. WARNING: Do not opewate heavy machinery whiwe under da influence of yadda yadda yadda,” she said, brushing off the text highlighted in red as she grabbed the lever and yanked it forward. Not only was she in desperate need of a change thanks to Margrette’s bet, but she also couldn’t help but feel a tad curious to try out such an alluring device. She was a product tester, after all.
As the Auto-Changer roared to life, a small door that was barely big enough to crawl through opened on the far side of the machine. Rocky eagerly rushed over to the entrance and made her way inside, giggling at how spongy the floor of the machine was. Once fully inside the device’s mouth, the automatic metal door shuttered behind her, leaving her in darkness for a second until two rows of overhead lights illuminated the cramped space. “Hello! And welcome to the CrissBaby Auto-Changer” said an overtly cheery male voice as a cartoon showing a crudely drawn girl hunched over in the same position Rock was in popped up on a small screen, “Please take the time now to roll over onto your back and place your arms comfortably at your sides. Your diaper change will begin momentarily.”
“Wuh?! Aren’t cha gonna ask me what diapee I want or somefing?!” barked Rocky, unaware that the system was fully stocked with all CrissBaby brands and had already scanned both the kind and size of diaper she was wearing when she entered. Propping herself up on her knees, she began pounding her fist on the screen as if physical abuse would get the Auto-Changer to do whatever she wanted, “Hey! Doncha hear me?! How’m I spose to get ready for a change if you don know what diapee I-”
“User has confirmed they are ready for a change. Proceeding to the changing station,” said the machine’s male voice as the surface Rocky was on jolted forward, revealing itself to be a conveyor belt.
The suddenly shifting platform was too much for a drunken Rocky, causing her to tumble backward as the Auto-Changer rolled her forward. It became instantly apparent that her antics in the previous room had orientated her the wrong way. This was evident by a second small screen that lowered itself until it was hovering over Rocky’s diaper, indicating that’s where it believed her head should be. “Time for a fresh diaper! Please remain still while your change is in progress,” said the machine, prompting two white-gloved metal arms to descend from the ceiling.
Realizing she was out of position, Rocky moved to flip herself around so that she was facing the correct direction. Tragically, the tight space proved too restrictive to rotate her body, with her blood-alcohol level aiding in her failure to maneuver around the constricted area.
While this was certainly a big issue for Rocky that needed immediate correction, the machine proceeded with her diaper change unbothered as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Grabbing onto Rocky’s shirt with its plushy hands, it began unbuttoning her shirt as one might do to a cloth diaper with snaps.
“H-Hey! Das not-OOF! Das not a diapee!” Rocky yelled, clinging to her blouse for dear life as the Auto-Changer mercilessly ripped it from her grasp, snatching her bra along with it in the process. This left her top half completely nude, forcing her to cover up by crossing her arms over her exposed chest.
Registering Rocky’s arm movements to be that of a bratty Little folding their legs over each other in the middle of a change, the machine did its best to straighten her out and calm her down. “Relax your legs, little one,” it said as two more arms popped up from below and latched onto her wrists, pulling them down her side. Meanwhile, one of the other hands did its best to soothe Rocky as it patted what it believed to be her head. In reality, the machine was getting a handful of Rocky’s used diapers as it rubbed her padding gently.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough stimulation for drunk Rocky’s lower lips to moisten. She bucked her hips against the hand’s loving “headpats,” forgetting her dyer situation for a brief moment to let the perverse euphoria overtake her. This caused her to lose track of what the machine was up to, only seeing the bottles of baby lotion and powder in its hands once it was too late.
“Let’s make sure that tushy is extra baby soft!” said the Auto-Changer’s agonizingly chipper voice as it squirted a wealth of lotion all across Rocky’s chest and face. While certainly distressing, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to have a pair of soft, fluffy hands applying lotion that admittedly was soothing to the skin. It was what came next, though, that sent Rocky into a frenzy. Raising the bottle of baby powder over Rocky’s torso, the machine began liberally dusting her skin with linen-scented snow.
Scrambling to free herself to no avail, Rocky was forced to watch as the heavy sprinkles of powder slowly traveled up her body, promptly reaching her head. She had no choice but to close her eyes and hold her breath as the large, white cloud absorbed her face and hair. She shook her head frantically as a barrage of baby powder assaulted her senses, causing her to sneeze and cough in response. “D-Dis is shtupid!” she screamed, ramping up into a tantrum as she kicked her legs up and down furiously.
Paying no mind to Rocky’s pouty behavior, the Auto-Changer was ready to move on to the final stage of Rocky’s diaper change: the diapering itself. Sliding her usual CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe under Rocky’s head, it wasted little time folding the padding over her muzzle and taping it on snugly, leaving Rocky’s face wrapped up in a diaper cocoon.
“MMMMMmmMMMMMMmMMMMM!” shouted Rocky, her protests muffled from having a plump diaper shoved up against every orifice on her face. With her vision once again darkened, her anxiety began to rise at perhaps the worst possible time.
“Perfect! I think I’d give myself an A++ for that change,” said the machine without a shred of irony. The final set of doors opposite where Rocky had entered opened up, finally providing Rocky with an exit from this hellish device. Releasing its grip on Rocky’s limbs, it started up the conveyor belt again to usher the dusty diaper girl back out into the restroom, “Be sure to come see me again soon!”
Unfortunately, this was not something Rocky was aware of due to the vision-blocking diaper she had fixed to her noggin. So, unsurprisingly, as the machine let go of her arms and legs, she instantly began thrashing about, flailing her body parts around wildly against the regrettably fragile mechanics. The inventor of the Auto-Changer wasn’t exactly expecting someone to be able to fight against the machine’s supposedly unbeatable arms.
The damage Rocky caused wasn’t significant, but it was just enough to trigger the machine’s safety release system. “Error! The Auto-Changer is now unstable due to damage that cannot be self-repaired. Purging all chambers to ensure user safety,” it said, as all the doors on the machine opened up at the same time, including the diaper disposal compartment that was stationed to the side of the primary changing area.
For Rocky, who was still presently inside the primary changing area, this meant that a week’s worth of mushy, drippy diapers was sent avalanching down on top of her, covering her from head to toe in a ball of insanely squishy padding. The conveyor belt then doubled its speed to ensure its user’s hasty retreat from the malfunctioning machine. Rocky could only shriek as she was spat out onto the bathroom floor at high velocity, depositing her in a pile of muddy nappies until she was completely buried.
Clambering to get to her feet, Rocky bumbled around in the heap of messy diapers for several minutes as she fought against the constantly shifting pile. Meanwhile, the weight of the loaded pampers threatened to swallow her whole every few seconds. By the time she was able to claw herself away from the mush pit, she was more filthy than she had ever been in her life. With her rage boiling over, she violently ripped the suffocating diaper away from her face and chucked it across the room before flopping to the floor, an exhausted mess in more ways than one.
“Wow, Rocky. You really outdid yourself this time.”
Freezing in place, Rocky squinted her eyes closed, not wanting to open them to see Tina’s shit-eating grin looking down on her latest humiliating mishap. Instead, too tired to deal with her beloved coworker’s bullshit, she rolled over onto her side and curled up into a ball, either unaware or not caring that her head was resting on a messy diaper.
“For fuck sake, Tina. I cannot believe you were right,” said Mark, his voice causing Rocky’s body to shudder. Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a crisp $100 bill and handed it to Tina.
Taking Mark’s cash and shoving it into her bra, Tina folded her arms and snickered proudly, “Well, my dear Marky-Mark, you should know better than anyone that when it comes to Rocky, you can never underestimate the tornado of humiliating chaos that follows her everywhere she goes.”
“No kidding. Clearly, I should’ve had the foresight to wait for Pebbles to become a tester. Margarette is one of the best but even she can’t pull off this kind of damage,” said Mark, approaching his Little and lifting her into his arms. This allowed him to get a good whiff of Rocky’s new fragrance, “Woof! Baby girl! You know we’ve talked about playing with diaper pails! You’re taking a looooooooooong bath when we get home.”
Wiping the powder away from her eyes with her arms, Rocky no longer had a care in the world now that she was in her Daddy’s arms. Not even her ripe aroma was enough to distract her from the person she loved most in the world. “Sowwy Daddy! I promise, no more pail playtime for me,” she said, leaning her powdery head against Mark’s chest and letting all her worries drift away.
THE END.