This story is actually a follow up to a different one I wrote. I didn't feel the first story really fit on this site though, but not reading the first story shouldn't matter much.
In any case, this is a story about an unfortunate woman who finds herself bound up deep within the bowels of a sinister machine in the middle of a diaper factory. This story is a bit darker than I usually write and has some pain stuff going on, so warning there.
machine, caution, wrap, object, packaged, nc
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Cynthia sobbed quietly in the darkness. She had been laying in the cold cramped machine for hours. The events of the night that led her to be here were strange. She had been attacked by a bizarre monster, a creature made up of diaper material. It had attacked the short and chubby factory worker while she was doing maintenance on one of the machines. It stripped her and somehow used the padding of its body to bind up Cynthia. It left her in one of the factory machines and then stalked off into the night.
Cynthia had been struggling all night. Her muscles were sore from the position she had been left in. Her legs were folded up tight, with tape wrapped around her knees and around her ankles and thighs, leaving her in a snug and secure frog-tie. Her arms were folded behind her back, more tape keeping them secure and snug. Her screams and cries for help were muffled by an odd sort of gag. A ball of padding and plastic had been shoved into her mouth, thick tapes strapped it tight around her head. To top the humiliation off she was completely naked, her large chubby breasts left to flop around as she squirmed and struggled. Well, she wasn’t completely -naked, she was also wearing a poofy, crinkly diaper. The think plastic lining of the humiliating undergarment covered with baby prints and smiling cartoon characters.
Cynthia was scared. She was a strong woman, she was proud of her size and how she could win an arm-wrestling competition with any of the men she knew, but there was so much layered tape, and it was so different from the normal stuff that even with her straining away she just wasn’t strong enough to break through. She had been struggling so long now, for so many hours that she was just too tired to struggle anymore anymore. She whimpered through the gag as tears ran down her face. Her body ached all over, she had worked up a sweat from all the struggling earlier and now that she was still in the bowels of the machine the cold air brushed against her, covering her sensitive skin in goosebumps and making her shiver.
She didn’t know how long she had been in that dark chamber, she had no way of tracking time. She only hoped that when the morning shift came into work they would notice that something is wrong and rescue her. Just then she heard something, a clanging sound in the distance, the sound of the factory coming to life. She could feel a pit of fear open up in the bottom of her stomach. Pistons clanged, steam hissed, conveyors whirred and gears clashed. The chamber started to vibrate as the sounds of industry filled her ears. She tried to yell, but all that got past her gag were muffled “mmmmphs!” They were easily drowned out by the clanking all around her.
Slowly the chamber started to fill. A light, white fluffy cotton like substance started falling into the chamber from a valve above. From the sides a thicker padding was being fed in, the fluff from above mixing together with it. It was diaper filling, Cynthia was in the forming chamber for the diaper fluff! The soft cottony white fluff settled all around Cynthia’s body, slowly settling down with her. Then, another loud clunking noise. The chamber jolted, bouncing Cynthia as it started to spin. Large paddles descended into the chamber and started spinning in the opposite direction, mixing the two types of diaper filling together
Cynthia was caught up helplessly in the mayhem of the forming chamber, She was bounced and tumbled. The mixing paddles smashed into her side, knocking the air out of her and she bounced along the rough metal sides of the machine. Each smack and bounce would send a fresh new jolt of pain along the poor factory worker's aching and sore body.
The diaper filling in the chamber began to stick together, becoming a soft, fluffy mass. Cynthia was caught up in the middle of this cushy white morass. It clung to her skin and stuck to her hair. She could barely stop herself from accidentally breathing it in! After what felt like hours of being roughly mixed around in that machine the rumbling and shaking started to get faster. A loud hissing sound filled the air as a valve at the bottom of the chamber opened up. A thick rubber tube was sucking all the fluff away, deeper into the factory.
Cynthia gasped into the gag, she felt herself slipping forward. She tried to resist, to get away from the tube that would pull her deeper into the factory, but she was exhausted, she had no more energy to resist and the merciless machine battered her down, closer and closer. Her head slipped past the valve and into the tube, and then her shoulders. She could feel the valve squeeze tightly around her breasts, they squashed painfully against her body as the valve tried to handle this much bigger clump of fluff than it was used to! Then suddenly fwump! She was stuck. Her body just didn’t quite fit, her chubbiness had saved her! It was incredibly uncomfortable but she could survive this, someone in the control room would see something was wrong with the machine and save her! They had to! A faint glimmer of hope started to rise in her heart, but it was instantly shoved back down into the pit of fear and despair deep within her stomach as she felt the suction rise, higher and higher! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Someone was supposed to check the machine, not turn it up!
She felt her shoulders slip slowly forward, the thick flexible rubber tube bouncing a bit as she was sucked forward. Then with a sickening plop and schlorp she was slurped up fully into the tube. It flexed and bulged as it tried to handle an amount of weight it was never made for. The tube squeezed her tight all over, like a glove one size too small it pressed against her skin, compressing her tightly as she was slowly inched forward. If anyone had cared to look they would have easily seen the outline of the woman getting sucked forward into the next merciless machine. But no one was watching, the diaper fluff and clanging of machines was all there was to accompany Cynthia.
Cynthia was finally squeezed out of the tube into a new chamber, even smaller than the forming chamber. All the fluff packed in tight around her, at least it made the squeeze a bit more comfortable, as she wasn’t pressed against the cold metal walls of the machine. She was getting more and more scared though, she knew that what the machines did, and knew that is was only going to get more and more harsh.The valve thunked close behind her. The chamber started to thrum. Cynthia’s skin prickled all over, like a static shock over her entire body. She yelped in pain as the shock started to pulse over and over.
From the outside, the chamber was a rough sphere, with wires wrapped all around it. There were many tiny tubes attached to the surface and a few large pistons all around. There was a small viewing port on the side of the chamber, right now showing just a bunch of fluff, Cynthia was still hidden within. As soon as the chamber was filled the pistons started to thump, slowly and steadily they kept up the rhythm. Cynthia shrieked as the pistons pounded into her. It felt like she was being punched over and over and over. She was being tenderized by the machine, and so was the fluff.
After about a minute the pistons stopped, but the ordeal wasn’t over. The tubes all around the outside started to pull at the fluff all around the machine. It started to get swirled and spun around and once again, Cynthia was caught up in it. Her face smeared against the tiny view port in the side. She caught a glimpse of the factory, steam poured through the air, conveyor belts trundled along and gears spun and clacked, but no one was watching her. Soon enough her head was whisked away and her view was clouded once again by the white fluff.
The sucking sensation of the tubes combined with the electric fuzz was one of the oddest Cynthia had ever felt. It was like getting goosebumps, pins-and-needles and a hickey all at once. The sensation played all over her body, and soon made its way to her most sensitive areas. It was like the machine was playing with her, a jolt of sexual thrill would force its way through her body as the shock passed over her clit and nipples. She began to moan and pant behind the gag, her mind was being clouded by all the feelings of fear and pleasure smashing together.
The machine still was not done! The pistons started up again, alternating with the vacuum pumps. They smashed and sucked and smashed again. The poor woman felt like a pair of giant hands were crushing her and then stretching her out. She was thrown and tumbled around the machine. The white fluff was dancing in front of the viewport, and then Cynthia’s diaper clad ass would smear across the heavy duty plastic window and then a few seconds later her breasts were smashed into the port before slowly rotating around and being whisked away again.
After a few more minutes all the diaper filling was properly fluffy and made extra soft and comfortable. The clattering and thrumming from the machine slowly came to a stop. Steam hissed as a panel in the side of the machine popped open. The diaper filling was grasped at the top and bottom by a thick rubber conveyor belt that pulled it from the gaping hole. The filling was perfect. Fluffy, light, airy and pure white. There was only one imperfection, a misshapen lump in the middle, a lump that squirmed and wriggled as the conveyors grabbed it and pulled it deeper into the sinister machine.
Now, it was time to turn all that fluff into a diaper. Cynthia, bound, battered and bruised was helplessly swept along, ready to be processed like all the fluff trapping her. The long strip of fluff was fed through many wheels and gears. Cynthia cried out in muffled pain every time the stip was bent and twisted through the cogs of the machine. Her body was stretched in ways it was never meant to be. Her body and spirit had been completely broken by the uncaring machine. To it Cynthia was just another bit of fluff to be churned out into a nice, fluffy diaper.
The conveyors and pistons were whirling and pumping faster and faster now that the process was nearing its end. The strip of fluff was fed through a mechanism that wrapped it tightly in a soft, comfy cloth, which was sealed together with a heat roller. Cynthia screamed in pain as the cloth was cinched tight around her and then blasted and blistered by the searing heat. At least it was over quickly, the factory was not to be slowed down. Glue was sprayed onto the padding and the crinkly printed plastic that bore the cutesy cartoons that would plaster the front of the diapers was stuck in place. The struggling blob that was what used to be a strong factory worker was quickly wrapped up in the plastic.
There were only a few finishing touches for the diapers now. Elastic was sewn in place, tapes applied. It was all over in a flash. Neat little cushions were rolling down the conveyor belt, each one perfectly shaped. Each one looked fluffy, absorbent, comfy and cute. There was only one blemish. One diaper was lumpy, the plastic, elastic and tapes wrapped all over it haphazardly, like it had been rolling around inside of the machine somehow. And yet, it was still being processed with all the other perfect diapers. Cynthia would cry if she had any tears left. This was it. As far as anything cared she was just another diaper now. She could hardly even think anymore, the whole night had left her completely exhausted and confused. The build up had been so slow, so dreadful and then being processed had happened so quickly! And it wasn’t even done. All the diapers needed to be packaged up in nice little bundles to be shipped out to the stores.
A huge paddle was smashing into the middle of the diapers as they passed buy. The paddle pushed them into rollers which neatly folded them up and shunted them into a carousel. Cynthia gave one last muffled cry into her gag as the paddled smashed into her stomach. The air was forced out of her as she was roughly folded in two, her head pressed against her knees as the machine tried to force her into the slats of the carousel with all the other diapers. The poor woman was squeezed in tight, and it was about to be tighter. A large arm pushed the diapers out of the carousel between two paddles that smushed them tightly together. Cynthia had been folded up just enough that she barely fit between the paddles and still they squeezed and squeezed. Cynthia felt like she was about to pop, but right before the pressure built to a breaking point one last paddle pushed her away, right into the waiting mouth of the diaper package. A bar came down and sealed the whole thing shut.
All of the packs of diapers rolled down a chute and onto a long twisting series of conveyors and elevators. Robotic arms picked them up and sorted them out, stacking them up in the large warehouse. Each and every one had its place, even Cynthia. The helplessly trapped woman was grabbed by a large claw, hoisted through the air and placed right on a shelf, next to rows of identical packages. And there she sat, unable to escape, unable to do anything but hope someone would find her and rescue her soon.
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