Request: The baby-maker.
#12 of Commission
It seemed a normal day. Rachel bought a new machine, and it was broke and bug-ridden. Like nobody knows what quality is about anymore! I come there to fix stuff and encourage the kids to play, not sit in a dusty machine all day and look for what COULD be broken, holding a circuit map in one hand and my tools, flashlight and toolbox in the other. It's like buying house only to find half the plumage is broken because the contracted building company was too lazy to make it work. I... I just can't get over the idea. Sometimes I just think she wrecks it to check me out, judging by the fact she still hires me after a large amount of work-related arguments. Although it could just be the loyalty payments she has to cough up when I leave, who knows?
Recently, she got this machine and changed more joyful, as it will 'bring in the money'. She said the store would remain closed until the new arcade machine worked. I could see why, with home-consoles becoming as good as ours, we need to keep the edge hidden in sheaths. So, I sat down, crawled into the interior and started fiddling.
"Mary?" She was there. She's always there when I fix stuff. Whatever it's her fetish or just to be sure, it's very creepy.
"What up?"
"The machine is fine. I wanted you to see if the game worked." I laughed, before plugging a few cables back in.
"It works? Now that's a newbie." The machine was closed with doors, I guess to keep the quality more secret to prickle curiosity.
"Just test it so I can open shop." She left to her office, leaving me with the large screen. It looked badass, like my own TV only compressed and made bigger. Serious realism with the start-up screen, and my free credit could keep me busy long time.
"What's the deal anyway?" I shouted, applying the VR goggles.
"Flickering lights or something. It's a common error! Just check the wiring to the screen if you see anything!" I shrugged and closed the door, checking the goggles twice. It seemed to function as HUD rather than screen, like most FPS machines.
"Flickering lights... buh... I ain't seen nothing that simple yet."
The jaguar stood outside the machine, knowing she betrayed her closest 'friend' for an early retirement. With a soft smirk, she waited. Whatever the infernal government machine did, she'd be the biggest winner.
I plugged the earpieces in and checked the sound quality twice, hearing nothing odd or noisy. The options menu worked fine, so I skipped straight to the game. At first, I heard a lot of noise, and the screen seemed to shift. Quickly, a large barrage of light bombarded me like artillery, hurting my eyes. I couldn't close them, fully exposed to the lights. As it beamed me, I suddenly felt forgetful... wait... what's my name? Ugh... my short-term memories! What did I do just ago? Uh... what was I supposed to do anyway? There's this button... a small click.
The puma noticed her thumb, which seemed very illusive in the brightly coloured lights. Her jaw fell open; drooling onto her overalls as her thumb slowly plugged it. She suckled it as the lights did their magic, erasing her entire being.
I can't remember... my school... my friends... my boss' name is... Rachek... Rachep... Rachel! That's it... Rach... eh... the sound... I can't remember... How do you walk? How do you talk? Read... writing... RJ-45 wire is for... what? What does 45 mean? Is it a code? Eh... I mustn't think too much, it'll come back to me. My thumb... it tastes so good... maybe if I just keep sucking... it'll be alright. I don't have to think... I'm safe. Just forget my life, my name, just keep sucking. The colours... so pretty... I want to touch them... I want to feel them. So bright and pretty and comforting... make me feel safe and warm.
The puma stretched her arms out to the screen, with wide eyes and drool hanging from her muzzle.
"Waaaah!" She exclaimed, enjoying the lights flickering at her. "Vewy pwetty... ahaw!" The lights enthralled her, captured her mind and moulded it into a new form. She forgot everything she ever wanted to remember.
The lights are so pretty! I want them! They're so far behind this invisible wall! I'm hungry! I want my bottle... my mommy... where is she?
"Momwa? Momma?" I called her, but she didn't come. I'm scared... but the lights make me feel safe, even if they're behind an invisible wall.
The jaguar heard the machine shut down, before hearing loud cries of the puma.
"Mommmmma!" It cried, afraid of her own shadow. The door opened, revealing a puma with a thumb covered in spit, an overall soaked in it and a face that secreted pure baby-like cuteness.
"This is the point were I tell you that you were right; I do get off seeing you work. Just seeing creasy, sweaty and cute felines working does it for me." The puma barely understood what she said and sucked her thumb as she thought her mother was there to bring her away. "Oh yeah, can't walk anymore..." Luckily, Mary was mostly muscles and air, making her light enough to carry to the break room. Rachel had prepared some diapers so Mary could be carried away when she got her payment. She felt a little remorse over losing the closest thing to porn she had, but her money could compensate. After all, Mary's contract covered all risks of testing machinery from epilepsy to brain farts.
"Mooommma!" The puma shouted, dribbling over the jaguar's shoulder. It disgusted her to see the infantile puma laugh and toy around like nothing was happening. She wanted to get her money and leave. She diapered the puma, seeing the creature suck her thumb softly as she swung her legs with youthful innocence.
"I can't believe you could once fix machines. EW!" The puma soiled herself, bloating the diaper's materials with salty, sour urine and bitter poop, filling the air with acidic, shitty scents. It inflated a little as yellow and brown stains marked the areas she used. The jaguar wanted to throw up in disgust, never having endured such a direct shot. "God! Terrible! I'll never get children, that's for sure!" The infantile puma fell asleep, giving Rachel a chance to place her on a store beanbag and wait for the authorities to wrap it up. However, the door opened to let three agents in, all with suitcases and glasses. Official as they looked, they seemed serious to the bone, more than police officers and politicians. "Where's the pay?"
"Ms. Green, we cannot have mouths telling anything about this." The lion in front said. "Thus, we must eliminate all public elements that know of this. Men and women, prepare her." Rachel was grabbed from behind, disrobed as quickly as she did with Mary.
"This isn't legal!"
"Ms. Green, your contracted mentioned money, yes. However, it also mentioned you were to be eliminated in the end and committed in to correct authorities. To what the judges care, this is as legal as pie. Nice, good ol', American pie. Not the cheap French one, just American pie. Which is a metaphor for legal elements, if you're that stupid." The lion revealed a diaper and wrapped it around her, giving her the knowledge of what would happen.
"You can't do this! Let me go!"
"Ms. Green, it will only be shortly until you'll feel fine. Until then, stay calm."
"I'll keep quiet! Just let me go!"
"Ms. Green, we can't have that." She was dragged to the machine and tied to the chair, forced to endure the treatment she gave her employee.
The lights turned on, slowly beginning to work her mind. Her body was already affected by her previous exposure, causing her bowels and bladders to void way too early. She was mortified to find herself sitting in her own piss and crap, slowly shifting the warm contents as she struggled. But doing so felt good, to feel a warm, soft cloth press against her. It calmed her to sit in her excrements, soothed her mind and made her mind slowly dissolve. Almost willingly, just to wear diapers and feel the odd, warm hug.
This isn't too bad. I forgot all the nasty memories of rape, high-school problems and teacher-parent meetings. Oh, god... this diaper... it just... hugs me. It loves me...
"Ngh... oh... yes..." I shift around. The lights... they're pretty. This isn't too bad. I just need to forget more bad things. Maybe if I help forget, I'll still be me in the end. Forget that terrible bedwetting at the friend's house. Wait... where am I again? I shouldn't care... although my thumb is really itchy. Maybe if I just stick it in my mouth for a while... mmm... salty... just suck and forget... just not remember for a while... gosh, I just peed again. So good... I need to forget... forget it all... to be happy...
The jaguar drooled onto her big breasts, slowly descending into a baby mind. When the doors opened, she reached for the man in the suit, wanting a change and food. Her mind had given up to the machine just to be happy, a decision she could never turn back on.
A long time later, she and Mary grew closer. It could be the nature of their new home, or just the removal of advanced social elements like opinion. A special 'day-care' housed them, insuring they kept their mouths shut. Their diapers were used, but neither had any complaints over the smell, the feel or anything. They smiled sat together, clapping as the large TV showed what any sane adult would call 'twisted'. Colourful images flashed the screens, hypnotising their empty minds, keeping them as dumb as a conscious being could be. In the doorway, a set of suited officers stood, seeing them act out of order, this, by now, was their nature. The only thing that separated these two adults from real newborns was size and age, nor nothing else did.
"They disgust me: sitting in their own wastes, drooling and sucking items." The right said, spitting on the ground.
"Well, it's better than anything. At least they don't know how to care."