Corporate Espionage

Chapter 6
Chapter 6

Chapter Description: Mattie wakes up and spend an afternoon watching some very persuasive and very similarly themed cartoons.

Chapter 6

“How does that feel?” Mommy asked Mattie.

Bad.  It felt really bad.  Mattie was shivering, achey, itchy, and very, very embarrassed. None of it good.  He was shivering because he’d just gotten out of the tub.  After nap time, Mommy had plopped him in and given him a bath. 

Not just a bath, though.  Not just any bath.

First she’d taken out a pair of electric clippers and shaved Mattie down, everywhere. She put a plastic sheet on the changing table and another layer on the floor.  For about forty five minutes, the changing table turned into an operating one.

His armpits, face,  chest, arms,  legs.  Everywhere.  Foolishly he thought his diaper area would be spared.  It wasn’t; just saved for last. He held his breath and sucked his thumb, it was the only thing he could do to keep still while she carefully and precisely trimmed the hair around his testicals.

It didn’t end there, either. “Whyyyyy!?” Mattie belted out when Mommy bent him over the changing table and spread his cheeks  “Whyyyy Mommy?!”

“This will be easy if you just hold still,” she promised him.  He felt a thick kind of paste be spread between his cheeks.  “And we’re only going to have to do this once.  So it’ll all be over soon, baby.” 

Staring out the window of his nursery, bent over, Mattie could have sworn he’d felt her smile.  It wasn’t a nice smile.

Mattie didn’t get the chance to ask why he’d only have to do this once.  He didn’t have the chance to ask why it was being done the first time.  That’s where the special cream came in.

He’d been taken to the bathroom, naked and almost hairless below his eyebrows.  Mommy put on some rubber gloves and then dipped her fingers into a large jar of cream. She quickly started rubbing it on him, starting from his ankles and working her way up his legs.

“Why is it tingling?” Mattie had said by the time she started working on his gentles and backside. 

“Hush,” Mommy said. “The tingling just means it’s working.”

It was doing more than tingling. Tingling was a light tickling, seltzer and foam. “OW OW OW! IT ITCHES!”  He’d thought it was his imagination when he felt it on his back parts.  It was annoying, like someone didn’t wipe him good enough. As the cream was spread over him, it was getting downright annoying!

“Hush,”  Miss Ginni said, not breaking her stride.  Matthew fidgeted.  He’d jerked his hands away as she slapped them, not allowing him to so much as scratch or rub a spot hard.

“NO SERIOUSLY!” Matthew  repeated, “IT’S ANNOYING!”

“No it isn’t.  You’re just being a baby is all.”  Ginni barely seemed concerned.  She seemed more annoyed at what Matthew was saying than his obvious discomfort. 

Matthew stepped away, afraid to move out of the bathroom, but beginning to recoil from the woman’s touch.  “SERIOUSLY! STOP!”  He started eyeing the shower and the towels, his mind devising how to get this awful stuff off him.

“Get back here,” Ginni demanded.  “Now.”

“NO!”

The sudden slap across Matthew’s face left him thunderstruck.  The entire right side of his head throbbed and stung from the impact as much as the residue from Ginni’s glove.  “JESUS!”  That earned him a matching slap.
His fists clenched, and his nose wrinkled while his teeth bared. Matthew was nowhere near a fighter or a professional athlete, but he still had a good fifty pounds and reach over Ginni.  With testosterone, adrenaline and anger it wouldn’t be much to overpower the young woman.  Not enough to cause lasting harm, but easily enough to get away and leave her bruised.

As soon as he made the face, that primal face of anger left over from whatever fork in evolution where man and chimpanzees parted ways, he found a gloved finger wagging in his face.  “NO!” Miss Ginni scolded him.  “Nuh-uh!  You do NOT tell your Mommy no!  Bad baby!”

His skin still tingling like in the world’s worst dandruff shampoo commercial, Mattie felt the fight go out of him.  From an outside point of view, it might have looked like a Doberman being cowed by a Jack Russel Terrier.  Neither dog realized the odds and the one that was barking the loudest and willing to nip first was the one winning.

“Y-y-y-...” Mattie strained.  “Yes Mommy.”  He stepped back to his place on the bath mat and let her finish spreading the cream all over him.  Arms.  Chest.  Shoulders.  His cheeks.  Everywhere he’d been shaved, more or less. 

The itching feeling on his skin didn’t subside but he learned to ignore it.  It was a little bit like eating hot wings.  After a certain point, the irritating feeling just stayed but it couldn’t get worse and there was nothing left to do but power through it.

So Mattie stayed very, very, still.  He still didn’t understand why this was necessary.  “Why...?”

Mommy didn’t answer. “Okay, into the tub,” she directed.  Hands still gloved, she helped him step into the bathtub and turned on the overhead nozzle and began hosing him down.

The removal of the cream was quicker than the application. She hummed tunelessly as she wiped him down into every nook and cranny with a warm washcloth and let the showerhead take care of the rest.  “You’re being very good, now.”  She promised him.

Mattie didn’t feel very good.  He felt...raw.  Very raw; almost like itch as a sunburn has just started to heal,  To add to his embarrassment, he was fairly certain he’d started peeing in the middle of everything.  It was difficult to tell whether that was liquid coming out of his penis or whether the dripping stream of water was just rolling out of him.  His senses were too overwhelmed to feel the inner release of an emptying bladder.

That’s why he needed his diapers...just in case.

In the present, Mattie found himself toweled off and looking at himself in a full length mirror.  He looked like a toddler.  Other than the fuzz on his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head, Mattie was completely hairless.  And some tiny adult part of his brain screamed at Matthew that he’d never have any other hair ever again.  Part of him had inferred the truth even if the rest of him ignored it.

“Don’t you look cute,” Mommy cooed at him.  It made him feel better.  “Let’s get you ready for some special playtime,” she said.  “Mommy’s been prepping it all during your nap.”  She patted the changing table.  Automatically, like it was second nature, Mattie hopped back up. “I think you’ll really, really like it.

Mattie pushed down with his feet and lifted his hips so that Mommy could slip a new diaper underneath him.  Finally. He let out a sigh. Something back to normal. 

Intellectually, he realized that nothing about this was normal.  He’d just started wearing diapers again a few days ago.  Today he’d  just wet his pants in public and was humiliatingly paraded around in nothing but a diaper...which he’d also since wet and had changed...

Rationally, all of that was true, but the rational voice in his head was just a quiet whisper compared to the mountain of irrational relief he felt as a new diaper was slid in place and he relaxed down onto it.

“Legs up,” Mommy commanded.  “I’ve got something special for you.”

Mattie looked up from the changing table and saw Mommy reaching for baby powder.  “Okay.”  Playfully he lifted his legs up and grabbed his ankles.

“Perfect!”

Perfect was not the word Mattie would have used as he felt her spread his cheeks yet again, this time pressing something up against his whole. 

“EEEEP!”  Matthew slammed his feet down and started to sit up.  “What are you-?”

“Babies don’t talk when their Mommies are changing their diapers,” Miss Ginni said.

“What were you trying to stick up there?” Matthew demanded to know.

The woman who had been an unknown until a few days ago put her hand on his hairless chest.  She looked him in the eye and in a calm authoritative voice said,  “I’ve got some medicine for you.”  She waved a not-so-little pill in front of him. “It’ll help.  Now, lay down, lift your legs, and think of Mommy.”

Mattie did.  He even crossed his ankles so he could hold them both back with one hand.  The other hand he sucked on while Mommy did the rest of the work.  As she inserted the suppository into him, he sucked as hard as he could on his thumb and tried not to cry.  Thankfully, the baby powder did come next and he was allowed to lower his hips back down.

By the time the fresh clean diaper was taped around his hips, first the bottom row of tapes, then the top, Mattie couldn’t feel what had been jammed up his rectum anymore.  “I need you to hold that medicine in for as long as you can,” Mommy said solemnly.  “Can you do that for me?”

No!  No he couldn’t!  Red flag!  Red flag!  He should start pushing now as hard as he can.  Get that horrible thing out of his guts before it had a chance to dissolve!

But Mommy knew best.  It was as simple as Up and down were opposites or the color of the sky.  And Miss Ginni was Mommy.  So instead he meekly nodded.  “Yes, Mommy…”

She pinched his cheek and gave him a peck.  “Good baby.”  He sat up just long enough to get a sky blue onesie with happy clouds yanked over his head and then laid back down so she could do up the snaps between his thighs.  “Such a good baby.”

Being led by the hand, Mattie waddled out into the living room. There a big bouncer was dangling from the ceiling, low to the ground and right in front of the T.V.  A gesture from Mommy was all it took for him to step into it, holding very still as she hosted it up on a pulley to fully support his weight and keep him dangling with the balls of his feet just barely on the floor.

“Drink this.  I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”  She handed him a rather large baby bottle of orange juice.  The big baby snatched it up in both hands and put the nipple to his lips.

Mattie glugged the bottle down as fast as he could.  He wasn’t particularly thirsty, but his body was acting like it was.  Matthew winced as he drained the last of it.  What was that strange aftertaste?  It wasn’t as bad as if he’d just brushed his teeth, but there was something...off.  Like, maybe this wasn’t real orange juice but some kind of off-brand Tang; orange tasting powder and chemicals dissolved in water or something. 

Knowing that it came from PharmaCorp, Matthew rationalized, it made sense.  Matthew winced. Thinking about PharmaCorp was starting to give him a headache for some reason.  So was thinking of himself as ‘Matthew’.

Mommy took the empty bottle away, and gave him a pacifier.  Like a machine, he started sucking on the dummy, starting in a slow, nervous rhythm.  This was a different pacifier, than the one he’d been given before. 

“You’re about to have a lot of fun, Mattie,” Mommy said.  She pivoted around the bouncer and started fiddling with the pacifier’s sides.  Instead of just a clip or a dainty ribbon, this pacifier had two thick and sturdy straps that Mommy was in the process of buckling tightly behind his head.  “Now you can giggle and coo and the paci won’t fall out.”  The sound of a padlock being closed preempted Mattie  reaching back and undoing it.

A pair of headphones came next.  “It’s okay for babies to watch silly cartoons, but I don’t want you to interrupt me reading my novels. 

“Hmmmph?”  Mattie tried to talk but the bulb for this pacifier was too big, too firm, and too jammed in.  He was pretty much gagged. All he could do was suck.

A warning look froze his hands in place from taking them off his ears.

“I thought you could watch some cartoons,” Mommy told him.  “And commercials.  She picked up a remote and pressed a button.”Enjoy!”

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!  The pulse of sound and the flash of bright light assaulted Mattie’s senses and attention.  His head stared directly ahead at the television in front of the bouncer.  His body became incredibly heavy and still, bobbing only lightly in the bouncer.

He could feel with complete detail his body sinking deeper into a kind of trance, with the cords holding the bouncer aloft supporting more and more of his weight.  His legs lifted up, dangling him  just an inch or two from the carpet floor.

“YOU ARE WATCHING PCTV.” A voice from inside the headphones prompted.  “ENJOY BABY. THIS IS JUST FOR YOU.”

The world outside the screen started to fade away from Mattie’s consciousness and lively upbeat orchestra music played and the screen came to life.  A blue cat and a brown mouse’s faces lit his eyes up.

A cartoon!  Mattie loved cartoons! He hadn’t watched them in years but he loved them!  Mattie frowned and sucked on the paci gag a little harder.  If he loved them, why had it been so long since…?

The orchestral theme segued into a fast swing edition of Rockabye Baby.

“Rock-a-bye baby, over the treeeeee top!” Some old timey singers crooned.  “When the wind blows, it blows and it blows and it blows and it….”

The scene transitioned to a girl dragging the cartoon cat by the tail. “You are a bad bad bad naughty little baby…” Mattie gasped and sucked harder.  Was the cat wearing a diaper?  Mattie’s eyes widened and his head wobbled a bit trying to focus. 

Something was strange.  The style and the coloration seemed like something from long ago, but the diaper on the cartoon feline was definitely a modern disposable.  He could see the tapes instead of the tried and true cartoon safety pins.  That made it realer to him.

Here this clearly adult cat was:  Annoyed, dressed up like a baby, bonnets, booties, and all, and being tormented by someone that even as a cat, he could likely overpower but didn’t.  Mattie related way too much to the cat just then.

And so it continued for the next six minutes.  Damn.  That little mouse was a dick.  He kept wordlessly mocking the cat, even though the cat was just drinking his bottle and trying to make the best of a bad situation.  What did the cat do to deserve this mockery?  What did he do to have the other cats come in and humiliate him? 

He felt a trickle enter the front of his pants a little over halfway through the cartoon.  It wasn’t nearly as wet as landing in a fishbowl butt first, but Mattie felt he could relate to the adult kitten’s less than pleasant diaper change by three mean spirited alley cats that had wandered into his nursery.  It was almost like they were the baby cat’s co-workers.

“Byyyyye byyyyye, rockabye baby bye byeeeee!”  BAM! Ending credits.


“For both you and your little one, sleep is important,” a soft feminine voice whispered into the earphones.

Great.  A commercial.  Mattie didn’t roll his eyes as was his initial instinct.  He just focused and listened, realizing how oddly familiar it was.

“Neither of you want to wake up because of a wet diaper.  And leaks are the worst.  That’s why we’re introducing Sleeperz nighttime diapers.”

Mattie lit up and he began sucking on his pacifier even harder.  Those were HIS diapers!  HIS diapers were in a commercial!

“Sleeperz has a more absorbent core that wicks away moisture from your baby’s skin, and combines it with strategically placed cooling gel so that even the warmth of wetness won’t be felt.  Your baby won’t even feel their nighttime accidents and remain blissfully asleep, ready to play in the morning.”

For only a moment, Matthew frowned.  They hadn’t been his diapers. Hadn’t he seen this commercial before.  A slight gas pain in his gut stole his attention before

“Buy Sleeperz.  Because a good night’s sleep is priceless.”

Another cartoon came on after the commercial.  This one seemed to be in the same old timey style as the last one, but with different subjects.It was about a pig and a duck trying to do the stork’s job and setting up a baby factory.  Babies would go down a conveyor belt and be powdered, diapered, bottle fed, burped, and then sent off to a new home via a rocket.  Once again, despite the technicolor filter of it all, the diapers in particular seemed fairly modern.

Soon enough though it became evident that the factory foremen weren’t very good at their jobs and by the end, they’d fallen on the conveyor and were diapered up and sent to new homes as a Momma Duck and Pig took care of them and took them out for one last walk in the park. They didn’t look too happy about it, but they were stuck in the strollers.  That’s just happens when you’re not good at your job, Mattie supposed.

Matthew blinked in confusion while the screen blacked to commercial.  He could have sworn he’d seen this one before. The ending seemed...different though.  He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Maybe the diapers had safety pins in his memory?

Mattie looked down at his stomach and felt increased pressure.  He wanted to fart a moment to relieve the pressure, but then remembered what Mommy had told him.  He had to hold it in for as long as he could.

“Sometimes babies, especially little boys just aren’t ready for potty training”  Mattie’s eyes darted back to the screen. An attractive African American woman held a pack of diapers. “They’re just so busy learning everything else about the world, that listening to their body and learning to go to the bathroom is just low on their list of needs.”  She talked like a spokeswoman, but the way her top was cut, showing off that cleavage...it gave Mattie some very...interesting thoughts.  “Psychologists and pediatricians agree, forcing potty training when they’re not ready is just setting them up to fail.”

The screen switched to stacks of diapers put side by side, confirming that yes, the diapers on the far left were in fact, bigger diapers than their predecessors.  “That’s why we introduce our newest diaper, now in size 7!  Size 7.  Wait until they’re ready.”

Another diaper commercial.  Strange that there was no baby in it. He wasn’t moving, but Mattie still heard a strange crinkle coming from the front of his diaper.  Matthew tried shaking the cobwebs out of his head…

Yet another cartoon flashed. This one was full of gross out humor and crude animation that made Mattie cringe, but he couldn’t help but relate. In the show, the two characters,  were acting like a couple of con artists, pretending to be babies in order to have a life of ease.  He giggled, despite himself when the fat dumb one pooped himself and was rewarded with a change and lots and lots of attention from the mother figure.

What was that feeling Mattie was experiencing?  Jealousy?

“MOM ALWAYS LIKED YOU BEST!”  Okay...that was funny.

Something felt off about the end, however.  The two scammers were exposed as pretending to be real babies, but then it ended with Mom and Dad saying “It’s okay.  We like these ones.  It’ll be nice to have babies who don’t grow up.  Less of a disappointment.”  Where was the joke?

And did those two really want to have to live this way the rest of their lives?  Earlier they were literally being told to walk across hot coals and tortured by pretending to be this family’s babies.  The Dad’s stubble was like painful sandpaper.  Why would anybody want this?  More importantly, why hadn’t Matthew’s erection gone down?

He had a breather and a chance to wonder no longer than a few seconds before the next cartoon or commercial came on.

And it went on and on like that.  Cartoon; commercial; cartoon; commercial.  Every cartoon was about an otherwise adult character ending up being treated like a baby.  Sometimes by accident, sometimes by design.  And the endings never seemed quite right.  Cartoons tended to be an episodic format, but nothing seemed resolved by the end.  Each time the main character was going to be treated like a baby for the rest of their life.

The End.

Sometimes they were happy about that, as was the case with rabbit.  Most of the time it was less than thrilling for them, but it was clear that the end joke was “Ha-ha! You were a grown-up and now you’re a baby!”

And for some reason Mattie felt incredibly relieved about that.  Like he wasn’t alone.

The commercials never had any pictures of children, but a series of attractive looking men and women promoting diapers either by talking directly to the camera or voice over. Not exactly variety, but it got the message across.

Something about that was okay.  It wasn’t variety that Matthew’s brain was looking for. And he was having a disturbing inkling of what it was looking for: Something very, very, unbabyish.  He didn’t move while watching the television, but he was able to relax his bladder.  The feeling of a thoroughly soaked padding eased the pressure off his throbbing member.  Wet padding was much better than dry padding in this case.

Wet padding was much better than dry padding in any case.

Where had that thought come from?

It was during the last cartoon, one featuring a goose, that things finally reached a terrible climax.

The goose had just dived into the mechanical baby carriage at the museum of modern inventions.  Jokingly, he cooed and sucked his thumb (at least Matthew assumed that was cooing...the honking was so hard to understand) while a gentle feminine voice sang to him.

Mattie still felt like he couldn’t move, his entire upper body just caked in lethargy and weighted down by invisible hands holding him in the comfy bouncer.  But something in his brain let him wiggle his hips a bit.  He was just barely able to plant his feet and give just the slightest thrust.

Thrust wasn’t even a good word for it.  It was more like a subtle grind in his harness.  The discreet and slight friction became more than enough for his frontside to find enjoyment.  Meanwhile his backside became aware of lessened pressure on it and thus the everbuilding pressure inside Mattie became more and more urgent.  It was nice.

Very nice.

For two very different reasons.

But as all things in these cartoons tended to do, they went overboard and things spiraled out of control..  Bottles were squirted in the main character’s face.  Rattles and baby toys conked the poor fowl on the head.  “Ah-ah-ah” The carriage said, pinning him inside. “Baby fall!”  All while the Mommy-bot cooed to him.  “More milk?”

“NO!” he screamed only to have milk spray in his face like a firehose.

Like any good bit of comedy, one motion led to another, and the bird ended up splayed on his backside. Two robotic arms grabbed and yanked yellow legs up by the ankles.  Matthew knew very well what was going to happen.  He’d seen it over a dozen times already. 

“Now, now, Mama will fix.  He’s Mama little Lamb he is!”  The goose struggled and screamed, even as the disposable diaper was snapped open and slipped under him.  “No no! Hold still!”  Baby powder was showered down on his feathered backside, frontside, and between his legs while he impotently screamed in garbled protest. 

Teeth gritted on the nub of his paci-gag, Mattie was already well on his way to humping the air.  Something else was already well on the way.  Almost there.  Almost there. Almost! THERE!

Crinkles from the television joined crinkles from the inside of his onesie as the robot brought up the disposable diaper and taped it on while the cartoon goose broke out into pathetic, babyish cries.   “There, there.”

There!  There!

Mattie broke into a hot sweat, screaming into his paci gag as, unable to stop himself as his bowels and balls let loose simultaneously. His guts pushed out a wet hot mess into the back of his diaper, while his penis spasmed out of control.  Humiliation and relief! Humiliation and relief!
His hips kept working, gyrating even more as his bottom squished in the expanding mess. This was awful...this was great.  He shouldn’t be doing this.  He shouldn’t be enjoying this.  Why was he like this.  How would he get out of this?

“Momma kiss and make it better.”

As his screams of embarrassment and moans of contentment died back down, the screen switched off.  A single, almost chaste kiss to the top of his head suddenly reminded Mattie that he hadn’t been alone.  He’d never been alone.

Mommy!  She’d been sitting behind him, on the couch the whole time.  She’d watched as he’d rubbed himself against his diaper, likely heard him moan and scream and laugh, as he was transfixed by the cartoon.  Smelled the fecal matter leaving him and knowing all to well what he was going through. 

She knew.  She knew it all.

Mommy stepped in front of the screen.  “Uh oh.  Looks like someone liked their cartoons so much, they made a mess and didn’t even say anything!” she teased.  “That’s okay.  That’s what diapers are for.  So you can watch cartoons a looooong time.”

Finally feeling like he could move, Mattie turned his head and looked out the window.  The sun was already setting! 

How long had he been watching?  There couldn’t have been more than a dozen cartoons, most less than six minutes.  How long?! 

“MMMMMMMPH!” He tried to ask.  He found himself short of breath as he tried to sit up, feeling just as messy and squishy his pants really were.  He’d done that to himself.  All of it.

“You’ve been watching them all afternoon and it’s almost dinner time,” Mommy explained.  “Silly baby.  Do you want change?”

“MMMM-MMMM!” Mattie nodded his head.  Thank goodness he could do that much.

Cartoonishly, Mommy looked down at her wrist.  “Oh wow! Look at the time!  Only an hour until dinner!  I gotta get cooking! Sorry Mattie, Mommy will change you later.  After dinner.  If you’re good.  How about you just watch some more cartoons until dinner?”

Matthew reached out his arms and tried to gather his bare feet under him so that he could stand up.  “MMMMMMPH!”  That muffled yell could have meant “Mommy!”  or “No!” or even “Bitch!” 

But when the screen flickered back on and Mommy stepped away, Mattie’s body became heavy again and he sat back down, left to stew in his messy baby pants, while unblinking eyes took in every detail of the cartoons and commercials that followed.