Tonight is the night a creature will awaken. It is a foul beast, a monster. No one knows where it came from, or why it is here, not even the monster knows. It is driven entirely by instinct. To hunt, to stalk, to eat. Tonight will be the night it finds its first victim. A poor woman, working a hard job with rough hours, all she wanted to do was get her paycheck, eek out a living and get through life as best she can. She is not prepared for what she is about to encounter, and tonight will not end well for her.
	Her name is Cynthia. She is a short woman, slightly chubby with pleasing curves. Yet those curves are covered in a tough shell, hidden behind drab functional clothes. Cynthia is a working woman, the lone member of the night-shift at a factory. She does maintenance while the machines are shut down for the night. She likes the work. It is tough and dull but also quiet and almost meditative.
	The night for Cynthia starts like any other. She walks the few blocks from her apartment to the bus. She watches the city streetlights flick past as she stares out the window of the bus until it stops in the industrial district of the city. She walks a few more blocks, opens the gate in the chain-link fence, its squeak familiar to her. Her boots slap across the cracked concrete courtyard and she pushes open the heavy door into the factory and hits the large switch. A loud humming and buzzing throb through the air as the lights flicker on. Late at night those lights always feel dim and distant. Stark shadows highlight the narrow corridors between the looming machines.
	She does not know it yet, but Cynthia is not alone in the factory tonight. In a dark, out of the way corner of the factory the creature stirs. It shies away from the light and slinks behind a thick tangle of pipes and pistons. The creature is a strange thing. It has the shape of a human, but its head is that of a jackal and a demon like tail whipped behind it. Strangest of all though is its skin. It is covered completely in a soft layer of plastic. There are seams in the plastic, shut tight by large cartoonish tapes. Perhaps the plastic is an odd suit? No. The creature is filled with a soft fluff, like that of a diaper. In fact, the plastic skin of the creature is colored and patterned like that of a baby diaper. The existence of this creature is a truly baffling one.
	Cynthia strolls through the canyon of machines. Yellow and black hazard stripes mark off conveyor belts, jutting pipes and swinging arms. She ducks and steps easily through the maze with a practiced step. The creature follows her from above. It crawls on all fours over narrow beams and leaps across the tops of vats. Cynthia doesn’t look up. She doesn’t see the creature, but out of the corner of her ear, at the edge of hearing she can hear the soft crinkling, the sound of plastic rubbing against itself.
	Cynthia stood in front of one of the machines, an intimidating cyclopian tower of metal, covered in rivets, with pipes and tubes bursting out of it like a squid. She set down her tool box and swung open a small service hatch in the side of the machine. The creature dropped to the ground, the crinkling and rustling growing louder now. Cynthia suddenly stopped what she was doing. A shiver ran down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge, something was wrong. The creature took a few more steps. It’s legs and arms and legs jerked around, as if it were a puppet. Cynthia slowly turned around. She screamed.
	As soon as Cynthia started screaming the monster burst into movement. Limbs made of plastic and fluff should not be this strong, movements as jerky should not be so precise, yet, in a matter of seconds the monster was upon Cynthia. It knocked the woman onto her back and straddled her, pinning her to the ground. Cynthia was still holding a wrench though. She gripped it tight in her he hand and swung at the creature’s head, giving it everything she had! With a thwak the the wrench sunk itself into the skull of the beast, carving a path and knocking the head askew. But then suddenly the wrench stopped, and with as much force and it had gone in it was ejected. Cynthia lost her grip as the tool spun through the air and clattered onto the floor a dozen feet away. The creature’s head slowly reformed, plastic and fluff popping up and knitting together over sunken plastic eyes. Now, the creature was grinning. It was enjoying playing with this prey.
	Cynthia felt the bottom of her stomach fall out. She scrabbled for her tool box, her fingers scraping across the floor, but it was just out of reach. She gasped as she stretched and stretched, her arm straining, her fingers spread, trying to get anything that could get the beast off of her. The monster adjusted it’s grip on Cynthia, it twisted its body and spun Cynthia around with it, pulling her further out of reach of her only hope of salvation. Cynthia screamed again and tried to squirm away from the monster, pushing at its legs and digging her heels into the ground, but its vice like legs gripped her tight and kept her pinned to the floor with its surprising weight. Then the monster reached for her. It’s claw like hand traced a line down her neck, and then to the collar of her shirt. The monster curled it’s hand around the shirt and tore. The fabric was ripped to shreds, leaving Cynthia’s ample breasts exposed to the cold factory air. She choked back a sob as she tried in vain to push the monster away, to cover herself, to do anything. The monster was unrelenting, Cynthia’s fists simply sunk into its soft crinkly flesh without leaving a single mark.
	The monster’s freakish jaggedy grin grew wider as Cynthia continued to squirm about. It moved its hands lower down her body and fastened them around her pants. With another tear the pants were gone! And what a surprise! Hidden under those rugged functional jeens was a puffy, crinkly diaper, patterned just like the monster was! Oh how embarrassed this must make Cynthia feel, at least it would if anything could break through the sheer wall of terror surrounding her mind. The creature at least seemed amused. It’s jagged mouth split open and an oddly feminine and deep chuckle escaped its throat.
	The creature clamped its hand around Cynthia’s neck. It began to stand and hoisted Cynthia into the air. The factory worker started to choke. She scrabbled at the monster, flailing at its impervious flesh, kicking futilely into the air. The monster tilted its head and observed the woman. Her breasts flopped and jiggled as her chest heaved and she struggled for air. Her diaper clad rear wiggled and crinkled deliciously as she tried to get any purchase with her feet.
	Cynthia’s eyes were watering, her world was getting darker, her struggles more and more feeble, yet, just before the curtain fell on her the grip loosened. She gasped in cold fresh air and reveled as it scraped past her raw throat. She did not have much time to praise the turn in her fate though, as her blurred vision cleared she saw the creature’s jaw unhinge. It was like a snake, it’s mouth getting larger and larger as it brought Cynthia’s head closer and closer. Cynthia’s world went black again as those terrible jaws closed around her, but instead of a sickening crunching and snapping there was but a soft rustle. The monster’s mouth was just as soft and fluffy as any baby diaper. The material cradled and wrapped tight around Cynthia as the monster started pushing more and more of the woman inside.
	What a horrifying sight watching the monster eat. It’s throat bulged as Cynthia’s head passed downward. The padding stretched and contorted, the woman’s horrified face, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream were clearly outlined in the soft plastic of the monster. Cynthia’s skin broke out in goosebumps, the cold air and the sheer terror and absurdity of the situation was overwhelming.She shivered and convulsed, normally the feeling of a soft thick diaper was blissful for Cynthia. The padding would hug her hips, wrap snugly and comfortably around her waist. The fluff would make her smile at it’s cushiony texture. But now her feelings of safety and comfort were being shattered and destroyed. The fluff inside the monster was squeezing Cynthia tight, it wrapped around her and smothered her. It rubbed over her sensitive bumpy skin, making her shiver more and more as lances of fear shot down her spine as she was pulled further and further down. The monster’s hands were wrapped tight around Cynthia’s waist, guiding her down it’s gullet as it tipped its head backwards. Its cheeks bulged as her shoulders passed into it’s maw, and then her breasts. Instead of the slurps and gulps one would expect from such a display of gluttony there was only the sound of diapers rustling and crinkling as Cynthia was swallowed whole, her feebly kicking feet finally passing down the creature’s throat.
	The horrible beast relaxed. It’s stomach distended by its still living meal. It bulges cartoonishly as Cynthia struggles inside. It was pitch black inside the belly of the beast where Cynthia lay. The soft cottony fluff squeezed her tight, trapped her. She could feel it pressing against her, tighter and tighter and tighter. The smell of talcum powder overwhelmed her nose. She sneezed and suddenly felt a tentacle of padding enter her mouth. She gagged as it pushed its way in and expanded, shutting her cries off for good, only letting a few muffled moans escape. The padding in the creature’s stomach continued to play with her. It brushed sensually against Cynthia’s breasts, tweaking and playing with her nipples, pressing and rubbing against the crotch of her diaper.
Cynthia kept fighting. She kept trying to kick and scratch and claw and yell. The fluff was consuming her and playing with her. The conflicting emotions of terror and pleasure smashed together in her head. Her back arched and her neck craned back. She let out a bloodcurdling cry, that was muffled by the padding, but she kept screaming, screaming till her throat was raw and she tapered off to a whimper. Her struggles tapered off too, it all started to feel futile, her struggles were doing nothing, the plastic and padding always pushing her arms and legs back, and it kept getting tighter and more cramped every time.
	The creature looked around. Now it was tired. It had played with its prey and wanted somewhere to crawl off, to hide. It wasn’t actually hungry and it liked this woman it had captured. It needed somewhere to stash her so it could play with her later. It looked around, It looked at the towering machine that Cynthia had been working on before it pounced. The service hatch was still hanging open. Yes, that would work, a nice, out of the way dark place where it could keep her.
	Cynthia’s night of horror was far from over. As the creature crawled into the bowels of the machine its stomach began to position and bind Cynthia. Tapes formed from the padded morass around the woman and started to wrap around her wrists and ankles. The monster crouched in the tight cramped machine. It clamped its hands over its stomach and opened its mouth wide yet again. It wretched up the poor woman that had been hidden inside. She landed with a painful and duly echoing thunk on the cold floor. She was nicely packaged up by all the tape. It was expertly wrapped and looped around her arms and legs, pulling her limbs tight and stopping her from moving. The plastic wrapped padding had stayed lodged firmly in her mouth, tape springing from the sides and fastening tightly behind her head gagging her firmly.
	The creature grinned again, it couldn’t wait to play with this prey again tomorrow night, but for now the prey was safely hidden and secure. The creature turned and left Cynthia to struggle futilely in the machine. The maintenance hatch closed with a resounding thunk that sent tremors through the structure, and a cold jolt of fear down Cynthia’s spine The monster had left her but she was stuck. She was inside the machine. She pulled and pulled at the tapes binding her, but they were tight, the adhesive nipped at her flesh. The darkness of the machine seemed to close in on her. The oppressive coldness wrapped around her thoughts. She started to sob, there was no way out. She could only hope someone noticed her discarded toolbox and scattered clothes tomorrow and figure out where she was before turning on all the machines in the factory.
	Outside the machine the monster gathered up Cynthia’s torn clothes and tool box. It dumped them down a garbage chute as it left the factory. It lept over the chain link fence surrounding the dark, silent and gloomy building and left to prowl the city. To find new territory, new prey that it could play with.
	The night passed. The creature didn’t return. As the sun broke through the clouds that had covered the morning sky the first worker entered the factory. He checked all the diagnostics, everything was in order. He sat in the control room and casually pressed a large green button. The machines rumbled to life. The pipes clanked and trembled as steam and water and other liquids gushed through them. Conveyor belts rumbled to life. Gears turned and spun, pistons began to chug and clang. A small yellow light blinked on the console, drawing the man’s attention.
	The forming machine for the diaper filling was slightly over capacity, there must be some extra filling clumped in the bottom. It happened sometimes, he would have to write a note to Cynthia to check it out. He turned a knob that increased the suction on the tube leading from the forming chamber and the fluff was easily sucked along. The man sat back and sipped at his coffee. It was going to be just another boring day at the diaper factory. The machines clanged and hummed. Except for that one small blip everything worked perfectly. Diapers were being churned out of the end of the line, packaged tightly and stacked for shipping. One of the packs was a bit over sized, a bit chubby, but still well within parameters. It was wrapped up on a pallet with all the rest of the packs. That was fine, just another thing for Cynthia to look at tomorrow.