The caregiver looks down, puzzled. She looks at the baby, fussing and squirming around on the changing mat.
“You know we don’t put toys in our diapeys, stinky boy. Now this poor toy needs a little bath.” The caregiver says.
They move you to their side, and you look on as the boys legs are lifted, gagging at the site of his messy bottom.
He tries to reach out for you, but the caretaker places a rattle in his hands to distract him.
The caretaker hums as they change the baby, chuckling as the little one begins to pee again.
“Uh oh, are you trying to make my job harder?” They coo.
Soon, the baby is taped in a fresh diaper, and the caretaker pats their bottom. They pick you up, lining their hand with a clean baby wipe.
“Say bye bye to the nice toy.” The caregiver says. The baby gurgles, looking at a new toy, unaware of what will happen to them.
You shudder.
The caregiver takes you to the staff washroom and fills the sink with a bit of warm water and soap.
“Sorry about that. I don’t know why the babies do that. I promise they don’t know any better.” They tell you.
“It would be nice if they did. You’re not the one who got stuffed into a diaper.” You say. “Thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it.”
They smile at you. “No problem. My friend was a toy once. They got out of it, thank god.” They say.
This interests you. You undress and slide into the sink, washing up quickly. The caregiver hands you a small cloth and you get out, wrapping it around yourself.
“How did they manage that?” You ask.
“It’s not easy. You have to work your way through all the rooms. After that, the rest of the staff evaluates you. If you did a good job, you get returned to your normal size, and decide whether you’ll stay in as a caregiver, or leave the company.” They tell you.
It’s a lot to take in. You hold your head, thinking.
“You’ve had a rough day. How about you stay in my office for the rest of the shift. The babies are going home within the hour, and they you can talk with the other toys, get to know them.”
“I’d like that very much.” You say. The caterer smiles and reaches into their pocket, pulling out a new set of tiny clothes.
“Here, you might want these.” They say. You thank them and get dressed, and they take you back through the playroom.
The baby who had you before is now holding the toy you’d seen earlier. He giggles as she tries to get out of his hand, but he’s too strong.
To your disbelief, his diaper is soaked again, and he grunts as he fills his diaper with waste.
The caretaker brings you into their office, sitting you on their desk.
“That’s Alphie. He’s kind of well known around here. He has a reputation for the most frequent diapers used. That’s why I call him stinky boy.” The caretaker says.
“I can vouch for it.” You say, waving your hand in front of your nose.
You hear alphie begin to cry and the caregiver smiles.
“I’m sorry, I have to go change him. With any luck, he was nicer to that other toy. His last poop of the day is brutal.”
The caregiver leaves and you listen as they coo at alphie.
They’ve been so kind to you. You want to become a regular sized human again. You two could become great friends.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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