Argi and the diaper factory vignette: clogged tubes

	There was a grinding sound and then a sudden whoosh and a steady plopping sound. Diapers were tumbling from a conveyor belt into a large steel vat sitting on a factory floor. The factory was abuzz with activity, conveyor belts, tubes, pipes and robotic arms of different shapes and sizes whisked diapers, stuffers, plastics, cotton, tapes and prints all over the place. Diapers were being assembled, disassembled, fluffed, packed, cleaned  and who knows what else. A few workers wandered by here and there, monitoring computers and making sure everything was working but there were very few actually there, almost everything was automated.
	With all the hustle and bustle it wasn't a surprise that no one noticed a small gray and purple blob fall into the vat along with the diapers. There was a loud squishing sound and a muffled “mmmph!” that was drowned out by the din of the factory. The unusual blob turned out to be a raccoon, in a rather unusual situation. He was rather bedraggled looking. His gray and purple fur matted down by all the pee leaking over him from the diapers he was mingled among. What was the most unusal about the raccoon though was what he was wearing. An exceptionally thick diaper clung to his waist and it had swollen to an even larger size as it was used. That was not the most unusual thing the coon was wearing though, he also had diapers wrapped around all his paws and even an especially soaked diaper was shoved into his mouth and taped around his muzzle.
	The raccoon's struggling was interpreted though as a loud sucking and slurping sound started up below him. His eyes widened as he felt himself slipping down the squishy mass of padding towards a hole that had opened in the side of the vat. Diapers were being vacuumed up what seemed to be a tube, to be whisked off to some other mysterious part of the factory. He seemed to struggle with renewed vigor now, but his efforts were useless. He rolled over and tried to scramble up the pile of diapers and over the rim of the vat, but he kept slipping down as the diapers were sucked away and soon enough he lost his footing and tumbled backwards. He landed with a squish, staring right into the opening of the tube. Before he could even twitch an ear he was was sucked right inside, screaming into his piss soaked gag and kicking his legs futilely as they were slowly pulled in with the mass of wet diapers pressing in behind him 
	The tube was a rather tight fit for the coon. He found it bulging around his shoulders and his exceptionally padded rear. The hose he was being sucked through was transparent and he could see a worker sitting at his desk, right in front of him! He tried to push at the tube, to get the worker's attention, but he was staring into a computer, absorbed in something and didn't notice the struggling coon just a few feet away. The coon slipped up the tube a few more inches and then slowwwly stopped.  He could feel all the diapers pressing behind him, squishing against his legs and pushing at his rear but he seemed to be jammed in place now.
	There was a loud beeping sound and the worker looked rather annoyed. His eye twitched as he kept staring at the monitor of his computer and picked up a walky-talky. “hey Mike? Seems like there's something clogging one of the hoses bringing used diapers to the processing center. Think you can send someone over to unfasten the tube and clear it out?” there was a bit of a pause, the coons eyes widened, he would finally be set free from this madness! It would be embarrassing yes, be he wouldn't even care at this point, but the conversation continued. “Yes, I know the quota is important... yes I remember last time the tube got clogged and the vat got overfilled... okay okay, I'll just increase the suction, don't blame me if the thing just breaks down later.” The worker put down the mike and turned a knob on his desk, still not breaking eye contact with his computer. The coon gaped, his one chance to be free and now it was gone. He tried to wriggle and squirm to get the worker's attention but he was stuck tight. He felt the pull of the hose starting to increase and whimpered as he slipped up, slowly then faster and faster. Finally there was a pop, and the raccoon was away, shot off with a mass of diapers to find out just what happened in processing.