Published: March 17th 2022, 6:45:46 am
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18
"Boy, she really gave it to you," said Chubs as I was strapped into the highchair beside him. I nodded, shamefaced. We had managed to catch up with our group without trouble since they had all stopped to watch my humiliating spanking and just in time to join them for yummy num nums too.
"I didn't mean to... it just came out. Force of habit, I guess."
"It's okay," he said. "We've all been there."
Our conversation was cut short when we were once again hooked up to the feeding hoses and pumped full of formula and fiber.
"All the good nutrition for a nice long productive day of work," said our favorite assistant, Mikey, before he flipped the switch. I couldn't believe how much formula I was able to put down. I would never have fit that much into my tummy before I came to the factory, but somehow, I was quickly getting used to it. I must have wet myself at least three times during the feeding and messed myself once. It was a good thing they had put absorbent underpads on the seats or we'd have had a real mess on our hands.
"Okay, cuties. Let's get you changed," said Mike, unstrapping me and Chubs from the feeding chair.
"Uuurp!" I blushed as I let out an involuntary burp right into Mike's face. He seemed completely unphased as he helped lower me to the ground.
"Haha. You're sure packing away that formula, aren't you? You sure are getting heavier from it."
Me? Heavier? It seemed ridiculous since I had only just started working there, and yet when I looked down and poked my tummy it did seem a little softer.
"Having fun yet?" asked Chubs, causing me to blush as he caused me poking at my tummy. "Last one to the changing table is a rotten egg!"
He ran off, completely forgetting about the embarrassing moment, and I thought to myself, well, it he isn't bothered, than neither am I! I'll catch him too!
"Hey! No running, you two!" called Mikey, catching us both by the collars before we could get far.
The two of us bowed our heads in apology but I caught him glancing at me with a mischievous grin, which I returned. The two of us got into a slow running match to see who could get there the fastest without running. Mikey just chuckled at our antics, muttering under his breath about how darn cute grunts were. Him too? Why did everyone seem to think that about us grunts? I didn't care. I was the first to the changing table, and I made sure to gloat about it.
"Woohoo! I won! Take that, Chubs!"
But what had I won?
*****
The dayshift went by once again as before - with employees droning and zoning out as they worked. Once again I found myself happily packing my pamps while I packed the pamps, and I was surprised when I felt the nose of one of the human puppy checkers bury itself in between .my thigh and the edge of the diaper. Even through the layer of powder blue cotton that comprised my uniform, he must have smelt that I needed a change because he immediately barked, alerting the higher ups to my status. Moments, later, Gareth appeared.
"Okay, who's the little pamper packer today?"
I sheepishly looked over to him. The masked pup was down on all fours in the pointer position indicating in no uncertain terms that the little pamper packer was me.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite little pamper prince. Boomer! Did you leave big boom booms for Daddy?"
I shifted around uncomfortably. Until this moment, I hadn't been aware that I'd left anything for Daddy but now I wasn't so sure.
"I... I don't know..." I admitted.
"Good boy. It's not your job to know!" I smiled and blushed at that comment. He said I was a good boy! I practically melted, and he walked forward to grab my hand, leaving me away to the lockers and changing area with a dumb happy smile on my face.
"Glad to see you're getting more comfy with your incontinence," said Gareth.
"Wha?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it takes a lot of employees some time to accept that they simply can't control when they go, and just release everything out into their diapers. But for you it seems to come natural!"
"I... er, I-I mean I don't have a potty control problem," I began...
"Haha, isn't that what they all say at first? Oh, I don't have a problem. I can control it myself. Why are you putting me in a diaper? But of course everyone comes to see sooner or later how much better life is when you're padded... then again, I guess you came to see at least twice yesterday, didn't you?" Gareth emphasized this last point by raching down between my legs from behind and giving my crotch a squeeze.
I blushed and nodded. "I-I will admit... these diapers do have their perks..."
"And using them feels so good, doesn't it?" asked Gareth.
"Uh, huh!" I said, smiling and bringing my thumb up to my mouth. Gareth grinned.
"Oh, you want something to suck? Daddy will have something for you to suck once we get you changed..."
I began to drool as soon as he said it. In that moment, I also became aware of the bit cock-shaped outline in Gareth's jumpsuit, and the strong smell of arousal coming off of him in waves. How could I have missed that until now? My cock immediately sprang up in response, and I looked ahead, hoping Gareth wouldn't notice. If he did, he didn't say anything, opting instead to give me another pat on the butt as we neared the lockers. Then something occurred to me.
"W-wait, isn't Linda's office nearby? I needed to check in with her about something..."