Furtropolis is the most advanced city in the country of Etheria, everything is thoughtful in a way that benefits society and the environment. As an example, roads are made with a special asphalt that converts the friction of vehicles into energy to the city; each home has a water depository from the rain that is filtered for later consumption… Honestly, there are a thousand examples I could use, but the two most interesting ones are about productivity.
The first one is weirdly related to diapers… It’s very common place for citizens of Furtropolis to wear and recycle used diapers into fuel. Nobody knows why, but ever since 2010, thanks to an outbreak of a weird transmissible incontinence, people got used to them… Some non-icontinent people took advantage of that as well… And before you know it, adults wearing just diapers and adult-sized changing units are a thing in every bathroom.
The second one is mysterious… It’s simply called the red button. Every citizen of Furtropolis has one and it’s said that using it will fix all of your life problems in exchange for anonymity. The button somehow cleared some people out of the map. Vanish, gone. We only ever receive those things at age 25 as a birthday gift, and even then parents have to make sure to tell by tradition: “Only use your button as a last resort”. I happened to receive mine a month ago.
I am Lucas, a 25 year old currently studying journalism. Much like my parents, I am also incontinent, but I refuse to display nothing but a diaper and I make an effort to at least wear a shirt over it. Today will be important to me, since I will dedicate my bachelor's thesis to the red button in front of an auditorium full of teachers and students.
“Aham.” - I clear my throat - “Members of the jury, I present my thesis: the red button should be banished.”
The auditorium collectivity gasps, people mumble, a good majority with disappointment.
“Dear boy!” - Exclaim one of the teachers. - “Why would you think such a thing of something that is ingrained in our culture?” 
"It 's simple. I did my research, the button is often promised as a gateway to a new life, but ever since 2010, over 4.000 people who use the button have disappeared… And we, society, have failed miserably to question the ethics of that.” - I argued
"Nonsense! Numerous studies have been conducted over the nature of the button over time, it’s conscientious among the scientific community that  the button simply transports people into a new reality.” - A female teacher responds
“Numerous studies were made in our city, meanwhile a good portion of our neighbors have yet to have a chance. The conscientious about the button also proposes the existence of means to access to the string theory… The multiverse… That is absurd!” - I reply
“You simpleton, of course it isn’t furmanity in Etheria and specially in Furtropolis has advanced a lot in the past 100 years, clearly what was only fantasized by fiction and expected by science can now be achieved!” - Exclaimed a male teacher
“How do you know… In fact, how will anybody besides us ever know? None of us has pushed this damn button so far.” - I conclude my thought
That certainly made everyone extremely uncomfortable, I thought my presentation, my papers and my slide would certainly win a good grade. That’s when Lord Maximus, the elder who has run my university for generations now, rose from his chair.
“Thesis denied.” - Said Maximus without second thought
“Wait… That’s it? Denied? Nobody will even bother to read the papers I wrote?” - I desperately ask 
“The word of the elder is law student, I am afraid I will have to redo your thesis once a new semester begins in august.” - Concluded a female teacher
Everyone left the auditorium, my thesis was the least presentation of the day. Along the way home I was minimized and ridiculed by my colleagues, I arrived at home afraid of what my parents would think… It was certainly the worst day of my entire life.
I entered my room and kicked the trash can away.
“God Damn it!” - I said angry - “Months of research down the drain and all because an old man and a bunch of idiots couldn’t bother to question what’s commonplace.”
I picked a plushie from my bed, the teddy bear I crafted in a store, his name is Bruno, in an attempt to calm me down, but I bursted into tears.
“Is this what my profession reserves for me, not questioning and doing what I am told?” - I asked as a good portion of my world was falling apart - “That is not journalism…”
Then I took a look at the trash can I kicked earlier, and it turns out my red button was still there, since the trash had mostly papers, I didn’t take it out like I do constantly with my diaper pail.
“I thought I threw that thing away…” - I rubbed some tears out of my face as a rose to pick the button - “Is…That what do I want? I have opposed this ever since I found out it existed.”
I took another disheartened glance at my presentation papers with an F and it suddenly clicked.
“Well… I don’t care anymore. If people won’t listen to me, then I might as well do the thing.” - I said and clicked the button
All it took was a mere blink of an eye, but then I was transported physically into somewhere else.
“Where… Am… I?” - I gasped and quickly noticed something strange - “Wait… What happened to my voice? It’s different… and rather high pitched…”
As I worried to myself I took a glance at the diaper I usually exposed every day like any undergarment, it was now… Colorful? Child looking? It had the designs of Sesame Street characters, it was white, purple and green… And the front panel clearly said Pampers.
“What… I am way… Too young to wear that…” - That was very distracting but a second glance made me realize my body was also different: all chubby and shorter… Almost as if… - “I look… Like… A baby?”
“Correct, and that’s only because you are one.” - Said a voice on the background
“Woah! Who 's there?” - I asked as the focus I had on my body changed to my surroundings… I was trapped… In a huge daycare center?
“Just me.” - Said another puppy with yellow fur and green markings
“Huh… Wait… Is this some kind of dream?” - I asked very confused
“I wish… I don’t blame you for thinking that though…” - The puppy said - “The name’s Rafael, but you can call me Rafa. Welcome to the baby pound.”
“Baby pound?” - I repeated the funny sounding name in shock as I glanced a little more at the rest of my surroundings.
The place was in fact a daycare center, but each kid carried a shirt with a number tag. It was colorful, but it had bars all over the place. Adults weren’t wearing an apron or colorful vest, but… Lab coats? Sometimes even just a guard uniform?
“Just what is this place?” - I asked twice as confused
That’s when another fur came through the door, he was in fact another baby… This time carried around by a baby carrier? And also carried by a strong fur.
“This is my research center.” - The babyfur said - “You can call me Doctor Warten.”
“Wait… That is a familiar name, you’re that guy who invented the red button!” - I said as I pointed my finger at the Doctor Warten
“That would be correct.” - He said very proudly - “My creation was supposed to restart life anew in a new universe! An exit to existential crises, an escape route…” - He continued - “However… It all went downhill rather quickly.”
“What do you mean rather quickly?” - I asked
“The Incontinency viruses… I also created it by accident while looking to fuel my marvelous machine. At first the mayor asked me to contain the outbreak and find a cure, but once he realized that AGM* is a great source of fuel… He asked me to make sure at least 70% of Furtropolis is kept in diapers.” - Doctor Warten concluded
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Writer’s note: AGM stands for Absorbent Gelling Material.
“Wait… You’re telling me I wore those pamps my whole life… Just because a politician wanted to be eco-friendly?” - I asked rather furious
“That is indeed correct.” - Doctor Warten replied
“That is so dumb!” - I screamed
“But it pays the bills.” - Said the big fur holding Doctor Warten at his chest - “What doctor Warten didn’t say however, is that incontinent people trigger the AI on his machine to think that they are babies… So the button just adjusts reality instead of changing it.” 
“Wait… So I became a baby because and AI did and oppisie?” - I asked all the more baffled
“That is one way to put it.” - the big fur said - “And trust me… I wanted to move on and reverse everyone to their original ages, but babies mess their diapers all the time… That beautiful, beautiful AGM drives environmentalists to donate to our beloved city and that pays the bills.”
“I am not a battery!” - I screamed and to have my maw squashed by the big fur with a pacifier
“Oh yes… You are. Have manners around your mayor…” - The big fur revealed itself - “And since common sense died… Nobody is coming for you baby boy.” 
Doctor Warten and the adults left, leaving only the babies in.
“Like I said… Baby pound.” - Rafa said - “Nobody gets out and they fuel their Ferrari with our butt wipes.” 
“That… Is horrible… We need to do something!” - I replied rather desperate - “That’s not a life worth living”
“Don’t you think I tried? It’s pointless… Look at Benjamin over there!” - Rafa pointed towards a cradle with a newborn asleep
“That’s a newborn? Why is he here? He is too young…” - I asked confused
“Ben used to be a toddler like the rest of us, but he defied the mayor once… He entered the room on the back and came out as a newborn baby.” - Rafa explained
“That sounds horrible…” - I said as I pity Ben
“In a world where you can only bring yourself to fill diapers, toddle and talk… Newborn-hood is a prison. You can do nothing besides cry, be fed, fill diapers, sleep and burp.” - Rafa added - “I lost too much, I am not becoming a baby burrito, new boy.”
“All right, it’s nap time little ones.” - Said a lab coated caretaker as she returned to the babies room
We were all moved to a mild dark room with a crib to comfortably hold each baby, as I tried to sleep, my spirit of rebellion flourished.
“I am not going to be permanently stuck on a baby pound…” - I thought - “Tomorrow I will get out of this place.”
The naptime was refreshing, I slept and woke up to a soggy diaper, but the few minutes it took the caregivers to take me out of the crib and change me was all that I needed to develop my plan mentally.
I sat down on the table once we visited the play area again and picked a white sheet of paper and doodled my plan with crayons. All I needed was help, thankfully there was no camera insight and the caretakers were seemingly gone, occupied with God knows why.
I stood on the activity table like a soap box and began my speech.
“Aham.” - I cleared my throat - “Babies! It is time that we rise up once more, we have lives outside of here, and clearly they cannot be accomplished imprisoned here!”
Rafa was clearly annoyed.
“Oh yeah? I have been stuck on this place ever since 2010. There is no way out, and even worse, the punishment is brutal.” - Rafa argued
“I know… I wouldn’t want what happened to Ben happening to me any time soon, but… WE HAVE TO TRY. We can’t sit and do nothing and expect more people will be imprisoned here, they don’t even know or care to know we are here!” - I argued and left the table pointing toward the first toddler I could find - “You there!”
“Who? Me?” - The kiddo asked confused 
“Exactly… You! Don’t you miss anything at all?” - I asked
“Hmm… I miss everything. Diapers are convenient when you get used to them, and having everything handed to you on a plate is nice, but I wanna play video games again… Instead of tinkering with Fisher Price toys and watch Paw patrol all day.” - The kid responded
“I wanna see my wife!” - Said another tot in the back
“Yeah… And I wanna see my kid even if she is six times older than me by now!” - yelled another waddler
I was rapidly gaining followers.
“UGH! Fine, but if we become newborns I will cry extra loudly in your ear for it.” - Said Rafa
“Then it’s settled. Here is what we are going to do.” - I said gathering more babies around me.