Tale #20: In For a Pound

Tale #20: In For a Pound (Content tags: Messy diaper, humiliation, made into manure maker, servitude, collar, brain drain) (Storyline Recap: Caiden signs a contract for a Summer job at a manure farm and comes to find out that he's signed up to be livestock for the season. Now he's having to push 'product' into his Pampers for the season.) Another day, another dollar. Not for the 'workers' doing their best to meet the quotas, but for the ruthless industrialist that'd ensnared them with his fine print. As the adage goes: "Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime.." But in this case, pooping on company time was the entire job itself. Caiden didn't want to admit that he'd become accustomed to it, if only because his hopeless sense of pride wouldn't allow for that; the 'job' itself was at least simple enough. Eat the fiber-packed slop, be in a constant state of defecation, and produce at least three worthy diapers a day for the weighing station. There wasn't much to it, at least from a mental or physical skill level; that was part of the problem though, as he'd begun to see more and more of his 'coworkers' becoming fat and stupid in this humiliating captivity. Apparently spending all day crapping yourself in a pen wasn't very stimulating for the mind or the body. Even Caiden had noticed his tummy getting a little bit rounder during his stay, and he found himself zoning out throughout his 'shift'. He tried to rectify it the best that he could; he'd run around in the mud during their 'break' and he'd try to keep his mind sharp with some mental math, or by keeping conversations with his fellow employees. He wasn't about to let his brain become soft enough to get roped into extending his contract. The dash marks he'd made in his hay-littered 'cubicle' allowed him to keep track of how long he'd been here so far, and by his calculations, he only had a month left before the farm legally had to let him leave. He was excited, but also nervous; his bowel control had become completely unreliable during his time here, so who knew how long diapers would be a part of his future? His eyes leered down at the bulky white garment around his waist with disdain. He might be calling these things his underwear for years to come if he couldn't find a way to reverse the damage that his tenure here had caused. Caiden thought the problem was partially dietary; the slop they had to gorge on was at the very least full of fiber, but he suspected it was laced with other unsavory things to keep them manufacturing manure in their diapers at the massive scale demanded by the farm. Combine that with having to soil himself repeatedly throughout the day, and he'd gotten a point now where he sometimes didn't even notice it was happening until he had a hot pile underneath his rump. His bowel control was worse than the average toddler, and the other males here didn't seem to fare much better. Speaking of others, he'd begun to get a little lonely in the pen he was in. His former roommate had tried to escape, and he hadn't seen the teen since. Speaking about it to others when he got the chance, it didn't sound like it'd been a very bright idea. Nobody seemed to know the specifics, but apparently runners got punished harshly. Harshly enough that most didn't even try. One boy he'd talked to had said that the more mindless looking workers were victims of such fates; Caiden had learned early on that these such people were referred to as 'drones' by everyone else. The drones were drooly, glassy-eyed morons of the highest caliber. They wore significantly larger diapers, crawled around like animals, and were single-minded in their obsession for their 'craft'. The little they could still say was solely about the manure they were making and they had the poo-production abilities of multiple other workers combined. The rumor was that their contracts had also been renewed indefinitely, likely due to their mental incompetence in saying 'no' to staying. Caiden avoided the drones as best he could, mostly because he didn't want his own smelly seat to get prodded by the gluttonous nose of one of them crawling around. He'd sometimes watch them in the field, crawling around and sniffing at eachother's diapers like dogs at the park, or he'd watch them eat from their trough like pigs, all while explosively loading their humungous diapers, which were always buzzing with inquisitive flies. It was a funny sight at first, in a gross kind of absurd way, but then it'd felt more sad or scary when he'd recognize one of them as having been 'normal' not too long before. One thing had become clear to Caiden though: He wasn't going to try to escape. Three months of total humiliation was bad, but not nearly as bad as winding up as one of *those*. So he was a good worker bee. He didn't fuss or fight with his 'managers' and he worked just hard enough to make sure he made enough weight in his diapers for each trip to the weigh station. Clock in, clock out, nothing to it but his dignity. He just needed to bide his time for one more month and then the nightmare would be behind him, and maybe he could try letting people know about what was going on with this farm. Even if it was legal in some dubious way, there was no way it was ethical! And he wanted to save the rest of his coworkers from a life of this mucky drudgery. It did make him wonder why nobody had come for them though. He'd seen people reach the end of their contract and leave, so it was puzzling to him that they wouldn't have gone to the media or something with this kind of thing. Maybe nothing had come of it yet? It's not like he got the news out here in the barn, and the management wasn't about to talk about anything scandalous. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his pen opening and one of the staff saying: "This will be your quarters and your work space. Food is right over there. You'll be expected to meet the quota at each changing period, though obviously you won't be penalized for your adjustment on the first day. Next changing period is in three hours." The door closed again and Caiden looked up to see a new boy standing there with an angry expression. He looked a little younger than Caiden, but bore the same work uniform: bulky white diaper and a metal collar. As enraged as he appeared, there were splotches of shame and confusion written on his face too. Caiden could sympathize, having been in that exact same position two months ago. The boy turned his attention to Caiden: "What the hell is going on around here?! I thought this was supposed to be a farm! I thought I'd be picking fruit or something, not being made to wear...This!" He gestured down at the fresh garment. "Yeah, that contract was pretty tricky, I guess. I'm guessing you only signed on for the rest of the Summer though, right? To make some spending money before school starts up again? I'm Caiden by the way." The other boy brushed a strand of auburn hair from his eyes and sighed. "...Drake. My name is Drake. Yeah, I wanted to buy a new mountain bike, and the ad said that the pay was really good... My parents actually think I went to Summer camp, because I knew they wouldn't let me work." Drake looked around the pen, "..Maybe they had a point." Caiden nodded quietly and went to methodically get some food from the trough, having gotten the formula down to a science of how much he needed to eat and when, to meet his quota. As he reached in to grab a handful, his new roommate gawked at the back of his diaper, which had some brown staining already. "..Oh, eww! Did you seriously dook in your drawers, dude? You actually go along with this crud?!" Drake jeered, pointing an accusatory finger at the dirtied backside. "That's super gross...I was wondering why it smelled like poo in here." Caiden felt a little embarrassed, but this wasn't the first 'newbie' he'd encountered. Drake would have to learn, like he had, that this would be an inevitability for him for the next month. "...Yeah, well, that's what the job is. They expect you to be making manure...A *lot* of it. Otherwise..." Caiden gently tugged at the collar around his neck, "...They'll *make* you, and it's not fun at all." The blond shuddered at the memory of getting shocked by the thing around his neck, the very thing that would make the wearer simultaneously evacuate their bowels fully. Drake scoffed, "They can do whatever they want to me, I'm not going to crap my pants. I'm not a baby, or a shortbusser, or whatever. And you can stay far away from me if you're going to be doing that." Caiden was about to gently explain more about the situation, but his belly began to sharply cramp up. Yup, just on schedule, like every day... He bent over the trough, putting his hands on it, and juicy bubbling flatulence began to 'reek' havoc on his previously soiled diaper. He wanted to avoid a lengthy load, so he actually put some effort into pushing, which made the rude eruptions all the more boisterous and violent. **PBHHHHLLLRRRT! BRRAAAP! SPLLRRRTT!** Wave upon wave of magmatic mush piled into his Pampers, causing the back to begin to swell and sag; each gooey geyser precipitated by a sputtering salvo of gas. Once the thunderous farting had subsided, his soiling became more solid, and Caiden finished up with a volley of large 'missles' that'd made his seat more lumpy. Drake was aghast. Perhaps amused in some disgusted way, but primarily repulsed by the sight of Caiden's shamelessness in messing his diaper so profoundly. "UGH! Maybe *you're* a shortbusser! I can't believe you'd just...Do that! I'm not about to stick around for a month of you dookin' up your diapers. I'm finding a way out." Caiden panted, a little winded from his own windy expulsions. "You...You don't want to try escaping. Trust me."