Argi grinned mischievously and flicked his tail back and forth. He was at the edge of a forest and looking at a large building, it was big and blocky, only a few windows stood out, high up on the sides. No one actually knew what the building was, most guessed it was a factory, but it had been there long before anyone could remember. The strange thing is, no one had ever actually been inside, no one worked there, but as far as anyone knew it was fully functional. Robotic trucks would drive in and out, carrying who knows what and lights would constantly be on and there was a hum of activity all hours of the day, all days of the week.
	Argi decided he would finally find out what was going on in there himself. The little 8 year old gray and purple raccoon licked his lips, after scouting the perimeter fence he found a hole he thought was large enough he could wiggle through. The small raccoon boy darted forward from the tree line and ran as fast as he could up to the hole. His run was rather awkward though, he was wearing a onesie covered in rocket ships and there was an obvious bulge around his waist from a thick diaper (he snuck away after bedtime). He dived at the little hole in the dirt and managed to get his shoulders through before he felt his onesie snag on the fence. He made a growling noise and unfastened his onesie and squirmed out of it, emerging on the other side in just his thick pampers. He pouted a bit and tugged at his onesie, but it was stuck tight. He sighed, he wasn't going to let this little detail stop him from adventure, his ears were perked up and his eyes bright at everything he was imagining would be up ahead.
	He waddled up to the side of the building and looked around for an entrance. All the doors he found were locked tight. He started to pout, no way he could be done with this adventure now, there had to be a way in somewhere, but he just couldn't find it. He angrily kicked the side of the building and cried out in pain. As he leaned down to clutch his toe he noticed the rumble of a truck in the distance. His ears perked up and he started to grin again, of course! He would sneak in with the truck! He ran as fast as his short little legs would carry him and was just in time to see the truck drive through a shutter. He darted in after the truck and not a moment too late, the shutter slammed shut behind him, trapping him inside. Not that he cared, he was in! He could explore now. 
	The room he was in was rather bare; there was the truck, a conveyor belt and a robotic arm. Argi blinked as the back of the truck rattled open, the arm whirred to life and the conveyor kicked into motion. He leaned forward curiously, wondering what was in the tuck, he was about to make a discovery! The arm clicked and opened as it tracked into the truck. Argi's eyes widened as the arm came out holding a huge package of wet diapers. They were in at least a five foot wide cube, bundled tightly together with clear plastic. The coon's face broke into a grin, this was great! He didn't know why the truck was loaded with diapers but this was great, he even thought he saw his favorite brand in there. He giggled as the arm kept loading bale after bale of diapers onto the conveyor to be taken somewhere deeper into the factory. Finally a pack came out that had the largest diapers Argi had ever seen, they were bigger then he was. He oooohed and tilted his head, he wondered who would even wear those diapers. He guessed he knew a dragon who was that big, maybe there were more creatures like him? He swished his tail and started walking along next to the conveyor, following the huge pack of diapers.
	The packages of diapers were being slit open, and dumped into a large steal vat. Argi stared as the bundle of huge diapers he was currently fascinated in were cut open and one of them flopped off of the conveyor, landing with a squish, open on the floor in front of him. Argi gasped. He shuffled up to the diaper and looked at it curiously. It was larger than his bed and completely soaked.  The padding was swollen a good foot thick. The coon poked it curiously and grinned as his finger sunk into the padding. He blushed and cooed happily, he generally tried to keep it a secret to those around him, but he still loved his diapers, loved their squish and softness and comfort, the smell and feel of warm piss. He couldn't stop himself from crawling on top of the diaper. He giggled happily as he sunk into the soft, squishy padding. It molded itself around his body. He rolled around a bit and kicked his feet, still giggling at the squishing noises. Suddenly an alarm sounded and a different robotic arm swooped down. “Diaper off of the belt, placing into vat,” a robotic voice sounded. Argi eeped and perked up his ears. He tried to jump to his feet but the squishy diaper worked against him, now he lost his balance and just fell down on his butt. The machine carelessly rolled up the huge diaper with the little raccoon inside of it and taped it closed before placing it back on the belt.
Argi barely had time to try and scramble back off before he was turned head over heels as he was squashed inside of the thick padding. He let out a muffled yell as he was engulfed by the soggy diaper; it surrounded him on all sides, and bundled up so tight the he was stuck in a little pocket of padding. It leaked all over him, soaking his fur and filling his nose with the stench of piss. He kept yelling, but all the sound that could be heard was a muffled “mmmph.” He struggled as hard as he could, but he was balled up tight and could barely move, and any movement he did make just squished against the yielding padding, sinking in but doing nothing. Then suddenly he felt a lurch in his stomach as he plummeted through the air, into the vat.
	The diaper landed with a splat and sunk down a bit before settling in place. Argi started to whimper in fear, wondering what would happen to him. He just wanted to look around, see what the factory did, not get stuck in it; he liked diapers but not this much. He can barely hear a muffled buzzer go off and then the vat shudders. Large paddles have lowered themselves into the vat and slowly started to turn. The raccoon boy barely feels any movement at first, but the paddles start to pick up speed. At first he is gently tumbled around inside the diaper as the mass of padding is loosened up and mixed around. The paddles keep going faster and faster though and then he starts to feel something other than piss trickle into the diaper, a strange clear liquid is seeping through everything in the vat. At the same time he notices that the diaper's hold on him is loosening and he can actually do more than wriggle around. He is so disoriented by the constant tumbling and shifting though he is barely able to push his way out of the diaper, and finds himself still caught in the middle of a mass of padding.
	Argi hadn't noticed it at first, but his diaper was loosening too, as a matter of fact all of them were. The padding was separating from the plastic and tapes as the liquid was mixed around. Argi didn't care at all though, he just wanted out! He tried to swim for where he thought was up, but it was impossible to go anywhere, there was just too much force pushing him around and he was too heavy and kept sinking down after every little gain he made. Eventually after what felt like hours to the poor little thing, but was actually only a few minutes, the paddles slowed down and pulled out. Argi was surrounded by the diaper fluff now; he could barely make out the layer of goopy plastic floating on the top of the vat. He gasped as he surfaced, his arms flailing and his head poking from the plastic, completely matted down from all the piss and goop around him. He was in the middle of the vat and started making his way slowly to the side. As he was going though, a fine mesh screen started to descend towards the vat, looking like it would lock snugly in place inside of it. Argi's eyes widened in panic and he started to struggle to stay on top of the fluff mass and make his way to the side, but it was too late. The mesh fit into place and started pushing down into the vat. The plastic filtered right through the mesh, but the diaper filler was caught and pushed down. Unfortunately sm,all raccoon boys were also caught by the mesh and Argi found himself submerged in the yellowed, reeking, squishy mess again.
	He scrabbled at the mesh, his paws pushing helplessly against the solid metal screen as it pushed him deeper and deeper along with the fluff. Finally it stopped and a sucking sound could be heard. A hose, just above the screen, was vacuuming up the waste plastic, taking it somewhere else in the factory. Just as the plastic was done being sucked away Argi heard another noise, a louder sucking and slurping and he felt a pull from down below. His heart started beating faster in his chest and he yelled in panic, gagging as soggy fluffy filled his mouth, he didn't want to be sucked away; he wasn't diaper fluff. He began flailing away, hardly even noticing he was just getting himself deeper and deeper into the padding and closer to the hose at the bottom of the vat. In just a few moments he found himself unable to stop from rolling over onto his back. He saw a swirling vortex and heard a loud slurping and gurgling sound as he got closer and closer and then, pop! He went head first into a hose barely as wide as he was. He kept kicking his legs around in the fluff as his body was slowly pulled inside until finally even his wiggling toes disappeared into the opening.
	The hose bulged around Argi's shoulder's slowing him down slightly. He tried to push against the sides and wriggle his way back out, but his arms were pinned and useless, not to mention the padding still pressed around him, muffling his movements. He was slowly and inevitably pulled up and onward, a little bulge moving up the tube, to find out firsthand what happened to the broken down diapers.
	The hose finally deposited the boy and the fluff into a very large drum, with spiraling ridges on the side and little holes all over, almost like a washing machine. Argi lay confused as he landed in a puff of padding and more continued to spray out of the hose around him. He looked around desperately for a way out, but it looked like the only way was deeper into the machine, where he would be traveling shortly anyway, whether he liked it or not. Soon the spray of padding stopped and the machine started to rumble. Argi whimpered and curled up into a small ball, wishing that this would just end, that the machine would break, that someone would burst in and save him, something, anything, but the machine continued normally and soapy water started to rush into the drum. Argi and the fluff started to float in the water as the drum started rotating. The spiral ridges channeled the boy and the fluff further along, tossing and turning it the entire time, the soapy water churning around everything, getting it all clean. Argi began to flail around again as he was submerged. He would occasionally pop his head above the surface and take a deep gasping breath before being tumbled back under. The poor coon was dizzy, disoriented and confused by the time the drum ended; all of the soggy padding fell neatly into a small chute lined with rollers. The rollers squeezed the padding together, wringing some of the excess water out. Argi could barely muster the strength to try and resist, luckily for him, the rollers were just far enough apart he came though the other end unscathed, only to find out he was in another washer. The cycle repeated itself four more times, using slightly different soaps every time until the diaper fluff, and Argi, were as clean as could be. By the time the wash was done Argi was barely coherent and didn't notice the new drum he was in was rather warm. He was tumbled around one last time, this time drying and his fur fluffing up nicely, just like all the fluff around him. It was all finally deposited on another conveyor belt.
	Even in his bedraggled and confused state Argi noticed that the walls on this belt were rather short, just enough to keep the padding on top. He shook his head and slowly rolled over and forced his limbs to pull him to the edge of the belt, hoping against hope he could finally escape this insane place. His hopes were dashed however, when he looked down all he saw was more craziness. Vats of plastic were below him, pipes and belts crisscrossed all over the place, there was nowhere for the poor coon to land. He groaned and flopped back onto the belt. At least where he was now was soft, and besides climbing would take so much energy right now, he felt utterly defeated. He was still reeling and exhausted from the washing and drying when the conveyor suddenly came to an edge and dropped Argi straight down. His fall was suddenly slowed though by a strong gust of air. He was being tossed and buffeted around again with all of the fluff in a rather strange chamber. A strip of some sort of polymer was being fed into the chamber and the fluff was mixing with it, fluffing up even more into a real diaper filling again. Argi felt the little bits of fluff and polymer starting to stick to his fur all over his body. He could hardly muster up the panic anymore though as he was slowly turned into a fluffy white blob. He eventually drifted down to the bottom of the chamber and found himself spit out onto another belt and mingled in the middle of all the rest of the fluff.
	He suddenly felt more spinning and another vacuum gently pulling at the diaper filler, making it really nice and fluffy. Argi was spun around two of the vacuum drums until he was in the middle of a strip of filler which then quickly hit another belt. Everything was going so fast now Argi barely had time to comprehend what was going on. The long strip of padding was fed through some cloth that was wrapped and sealed around it, locking it into shape and keeping it in place. The coon was truly trapped now; there was no way he could escape from the machine, even if he had the energy to try.
	He could hear a quick snick snick snick noise and realized that the padding must be being cut to fit the diapers. He found the energy to panic again, but the metal guides keeping the fluff in place kept Argi in place too. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. Would this finally be the end? He should have listened to people and just stayed away. The snicking got louder and louder and then, quieter. Argi opened an eye again and realized that he passed through unharmed! Somehow he hadn't been cut. He was so happy He didn't realize what that meant. He would be stuck in the core of one of those giant diapers. The machine quickly applied a crinkly plastic back, elastics and tapes, trapping the coon further inside. The large diaper was suddenly hit in the middle by a paddle, right below Argi's feet and efficiently folded in half and shunted away to a carousel filled with the giant diapers. Paddles fit their way around a stack of 8 of the diapers; including the one Argi was in and pressed them together. The coon grunted in surprise as he felt himself get squished and then suddenly there was darkness, a few more bumps and rushes and finally silence and stillness. The whole thing had happened in a matter of seconds, so fast Argi couldn't have reacted at all. Now he started trying to move around and found he was stuck tight. He could only make the tiniest of wiggles. He eeped, and it was completely muffled by the thick pampers around him; he just realized he had been packaged. He was stuck in a diaper, to be bought and used. All he could do now was wait and hope that whoever bought his pack would realize there was a little raccoon boy stuck inside and let him out.