P.AI.L.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, bondage, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Working at Baby Brine’s Daycare had been one of the best and worst decisions that Candace had ever made in her life. Being the summer before her senior year in college, she felt lucky to land a job that was semi-adjacent to her field of study, that being education. She harbored a desire to help mold young minds into great thinkers, even if those minds she was working with presently were still not potty trained.

That brought Candace to the downside of her job. While education was something she was passionate about, infant children who couldn’t control when they went poopoo were not. She was neither good at being the primary babysitter in the playroom or the playground, nor was she equipped to handle admin or cooking tasks. This left her with one position to fill; the diaper changer.

On the whole, it wasn’t too bad. The daycare housed only a few dozen kids and most of them only needed changed a few times a day, giving her a lot of downtime. The one thing that she could not stand, on the other hand, was the smell. On the daily, she and the other employees were filling up a dumpster’s worth of urine-soaked and poop-filled diapers to the point where the scent of used nappies permeated every changing station. This meant that the already perma-stinky changing area only got worse as the day went on.

Since Candace was in charge of keeping the changing area tidy while it was inactive, she was trapped within its skunky confines all day long. The summer heat only made the stench worse, temping her to quit on numerous occasions. It was the good pay and equally good resume booster that forced her to hold her nose, both figuratively and literally.

However, one day, Candace came into work ready to post up at the diaper changing station as she usually did, only to notice that the almost permanent stink of dirty diapers was completely gone. Initially, she assumed it was because there must’ve been some sort of deep clean of the facility that she didn’t hear about. Luckily for Candace, this was not the case as soon after entering, she was greeted by a surprising new friend.

“Hello, my name is P.AI.L. That stands for Patrolling Artificially-Intelligent Litterbin,” said a rolling, rectangular marvel in a robotic, monotonous tone. Designed to be the cleaning friend of the future, P.AI.L. was designed to roam the halls in search of anything disposable. It contained two ports of access, with a top hatch that allowed users to place trash and other discarded items into the scent-sealed bin, and a large lower hatch that allowed the onboard computer to detect and collect any garbage off of the floor. While early skeptics of this device were hesitant about the idea of letting a garbage can pick up its own garbage for fear of it tossing something of value, test trials had boasted its computer's ability to tell the difference between trash and something left on the floor.

While the other employees were passively pleased to have such an easy-to-use and smell-proof machine making the average day-to-day easier, Candace was practically over the moon. Gone was the overpowering aroma that continued to build up as the afternoon hours ticked away. After a week of having P.AI.L. around, she quickly grew used to the half-dozen bots that roamed the halls of the daycare to the point where she even jokingly named the robot that was stationed in the changing area Pail-Pal. The bucket of bolts had quickly become her hero.

One day, Candace came into work, coffee in hand, ready to begrudgingly start her Monday shift. “Good morning, Candace,” said P.AI.L. in the same droll voice that it always used.

Sighing, Candace half-heartedly raised her coffee to the machine, giving it a half-hearted, “Morning, Pail-Pal.” She then set her coffee down and went to do her morning rituals, which mostly involved prepping the changing stations to make sure all supplies were filled and neatly organized. All the while, Pail-Pal hummed along playing Bach from its internal sound system, another great feature of P.AI.L. Unfortunately, while the calming music was good for hectic work days and for developing the minds of young children, it was making her already groggy self feel even more tired. Laying her head down on the cushy foam mat of a nearby changing table, she pondered getting in a midday nap during lunch break, which sadly was still several hours away.

With her head still down on the table, Candace reached for her coffee, hoping the boost of caffeine would be enough to power through the morning. That was when tragedy struck as her fingers miscalculated her plastic cup’s location, tipping it off the edge of the table and sending it splattering all over the tile floor, as well as her pants and shoes. “Shit!” she said, quickly turning around to make sure a child hadn’t shown up early and heard her vulgarity.

With the coast clear, Candace grabbed some paper towels from the changing table and began mopping up the spilled coffee. Thankfully, the tile floors made it easy to clean any mess, even if that was a small consolation to the fact that she’d just wasted a $6 coffee and would now be stuck with the crap in the break room. Adding fuel to the fire was the fact that her jeans and white sneakers were also covered in the quickly cooling liquid, making her lower legs extremely uncomfortable. “Could this day get any worse,” she muttered under her breath, having no idea what was waiting for her around the corner.

In the midst of Candace’s frantic cleaning, she failed to notice that P.AI.L. was slowly marching up behind her as she continued to mop up the floor on her hands and knees. From the machine’s perspective, it registered three pieces of dirty garbage that needed to be discarded. The first was the empty cup that had fallen over. The other two were both of Candace’s brown-stained shoes, which had the misfortune of still being attached to the poor employee’s feet. P.AI.L. didn’t register that small tidbit of information, though, allowing its robotic hard drive to push forward to obtain the trash in its way.

Pulling out her cellphone, Candace went to text her roommate, hoping that she could drop off some new pants and shoes for her before work. This, unfortunately, coincided with the exact moment that P.AI.L. made contact with her dampened shoes. This caused her whole body to lurch forward, sending her cell phone flying out of her hand. “H-Hey! What the-'' she shouted as she attempted to kick her left foot free of Pail-Pal’s bottom hatch. Her efforts only managed to make the situation worse, as her right foot was also gobbled up thanks to her panicked state.

Scrapping her hands across the tile floor, Candace had nothing of note to grab onto to stop the P.AI.L. from pulling her in. With one final cry for help, her body was sucked up into the machine’s wide, empty belly upside down. Her cramped position made it impossible for her to pound on its sides to signal for help, nor would yelling accomplish anything, given its sturdy, smell-proof walls were inadvertently soundproof as well. The cherry on top was that both its upper and lower hatches had a depositing layer to prevent the smell of garbage from getting out, meaning that even if someone opened the upper hatch, they wouldn’t even see her. She was, in essence, trapped until the P.AI.L. was emptied.

Meanwhile, Pail-Pal quickly sucked up the coffee cup, as well as the various paper towels, clearing up any evidence that Candace had even shown up for work today. All except for Candace’s phone, which had shuffled its way under one of the nearby changing tables. P.AI.L.’s vacuum-like suction had the ability to obtain it, but its internal computer would never dispose of someone’s phone that way. Instead, it continued its rounds through the changing area as if nothing had happened.

Back inside the P.AI.L., Candace struggled to find a comfortable position. Because she was upside down, she had to use what strength she had to prop herself up so that her neck wasn’t being crushed by her own weight. Part of her actually wanted some more garbage to enter the roaming pail as it would at least provide something softer to rest on than the machine’s metallic container. This was not an idle thought she held onto long, however, when she was quickly reminded of what kind of trash was most likely to be tossed in her bin.

It couldn’t have been more than half an hour before the first balled-up, soggy diaper dropped in from above, signaling that the daycare was open for business. It rolled down across her body before dropping directly in front of her face. She wanted to gag but knew that would only make her situation worse.

Sadly, the next diaper to enter the pail wasn’t just wet, as one of Candace’s fellow employees made quick work of changing their ward before dropping the messy pamper onto the floor. Having gotten used to P.AI.L.’s thorough cleaning abilities, most of the workers, including Candace, didn’t even bother to wait for one of the garbage machines to be nearby, choosing to just leave the used diapers on the floor. Sure enough, less than a minute passed before Pail-Pal wheeled itself over to where the muddy undies were lying and pulled it into its lower mouth.

“Eeeeeeeeeewwww!!!” screamed Candace, who tried her best to shift her nose away from the partially opened messy diaper. Sadly, there was little she could do to keep it from filling her nostrils with its foul odor. It was the least she could do from getting the diaper’s contents in her hair.

From then on, it was a non-stop barrage of both wet and messy diapers entering from both the top and bottom of P.AI.L., leaving Candace to be squished in with the ever-increasing number of used nappies. Every time a new diaper was added to her Pail-Pal, it reduced the clean space she had left, pressing her into a padded mold of squelchy pampers.

Adding to the hapless situation was Candace’s growing need to use the bathroom herself. Surrounded by countless used diapers, it was almost ironic that she was on the verge of being forced to wet her pants. Regrettably, no matter how hard she tried to hold it in, mother nature was having none of it and soon a trickle of warm piss was pooling in her crotch and dripping down her t-shirt. As bad as it was, she counted her lucky stars that she hadn’t needed to use the bathroom for more than that.

Just over two hours into the day, the P.AI.L. that Candace was trapped within let out a long, piercing beep, signaling that it was officially full. For Candace, hearing the muffled beep from inside Pail-Pal was the mercy she had been waiting for. Finally, she was going to be free from her mushy confines. She still hadn’t decided if she’d press charges against the P.AI.L. Company or not, knowing that would mean she would have to put herself as the person who got sucked into an automated trash can. But if she did, she knew it would be a slam dunk case.

The P.AI.L. made its way over to the garbage chute before lifting up its internal bin to the mouth of the chute and dumping its contents inside. Knowing she’d be tossed into the dumpster if she didn’t do something, Candace tried to grab onto the edge of the chute, hoping to avoid a trip to the dirty diaper landfill. Sadly, due to soaking herself in her own pee, she was too slippery to get a good hold on the smooth tunnel walls, sending her down with the rest of the soiled diapers.

Landing with an audible squish, Candace slid her way into the industrial-sized dumpster that was already half-full with nearly a week's worth of mucky undergarments. If the smell of the P.AI.L. was bad, this was a million times worse. She instinctively raised her hand to plug her nose, only to immediately regret that decision as her hand was covered in the same stuff she was trying to avoid smelling.

Much like quicksand, the diapers worked against every move Candace made, attempting to pull her under their sloppy weight. After much trial and error, she finally managed to wade through the mooshy garbage until she finally reached the edge. From there, it was an even lengthier process to scale the side of the high-edged dumpster.

Finally, with one last push, Candace tossed herself over the side of the dumpster, landing on the pavement with a wet plop. She was finally free of the sticky, stinky diapers that she’d been held prisoner with all morning. Rolling onto her back, she looked up at the sky and chuckled before passing out. Her final thought as her eyes shuttered closed was that she would most definitely be putting in her two weeks notice after this.

THE END.