When Jason had run off on his own, he'd expected a reasonable amount of trouble. He'd expected family to try and get hold of him or even potential trouble with the law for trying to live on his lonesome at the age of only 16. He had not expected to be taken by the Child Servers.
Jason knew what the Child Servers were, of course; everyone grew up knowing they were one misstep away from ending up on a plate, but he hadn't paid quite enough attention to the specifics. He'd naturally assumed they only dealt in small children, but anyone under 18 is fair game for the Child Servers.
A white van with pastel flower designs and the Child Servers logo painted onto it pulls into a loading bay. The doors open, and a teen cat with black fur is ushered out in a pink strait jacket. He wears a double-layered gag with "Big meal" written across the front.
"This way~" says a cow lady in a sing-song voice. She wears a pajama-like onesie with pastel tie-dye colors. "We'll have you all readied up to be served in no time~"
Jason is led through a long corridor with leaking pipes lining the ceiling. Hearts and smiley faces are painted on the cold brick walls, but they're barely illuminated under flicking industrial lighting. "I'm Lindsie, I'll be one of your assigned caretakers. You're such a cute little boy, Jason~ I'm gonna just looooove watching you get eaten~"
Jason recoils slightly at the baby-talk, but there's nothing he can do. He thinks about fighting, but he'd lost that fight when they picked him up off the street. He can't even say a word to protest.
There's a right turn, and they pass by a large segmented window giving a view of the main holding area. The entire thing is fenced off with high, padded walls painted in bright colors, and it's full of playground equipment and simplistic toys for young kids like blocks and plastic dump trucks. What seem to be at least two dozen children at a glance, ranging wildly in species and age, toddle around the room, tumble down slides, and throw blocks at each other. Each wears an identical light blue onesie with a drawing of a turkey leg on the front and, of course, a Child Servers logo on the back. They all have ankle bracelets on. A massive wall of cubies for holding infants is fenced off from the other children, but still in view. All of the little ones seem oddly quiet.
Jason glances a group of teenagers at the far end of the area, roughly his age from a glance. They wear big, bulging diapers under their uniforms, unlike those of their younger peers who are old enough to be potty trained. The teens seem to just lean against the wall and chat, save for those wearing pacifier gags. The only exception are a couple who play with the younger kids, evidently having nothing better to do. This does not inspire confidence in the young cat.
Past the corridor is a changing room, which also connects to the showers. A few younger kids are also there, each being attended by a Child Servers caretaker. They change the children openly in the room with no privacy, and a large puma lady doesn't seem to be making any attempt to hide the groping of her assigned child's genitals.
The entire ride over, Jason had been thinking of what he'd say when his gag was finally removed, but as it's taken off of him, he hasn't the will to utter a word. "There we go, now remember to be nice and don't say any naughty words, or we'll have to get you a new gag~"
Next, the woman removes all of his clothes and puts a diaper onto him, taking a moment in the middle of doing so to fondle his balls.
"Is this really necessary?" he asks sheepishly.
"Of course it is, silly~ This is where you'll be going potty from now on~ Just let one of us know when you need your diapey changed~" the caretaker says as she puts his new baby blue uniform over him and locks an ankle bracelet in place around his ankle, "Now, just be good, and go play. We'll let you know when it's time to eat or be eaten~"
Jason's heart sinks a little as he's reminded of his fate, "How long until someone eats me?"
"Now, now, you can save your questions like that for after we've given you your little book to read through," is the reply.
"Book?"
"Yes, just follow me, and be real quiet," Lindsie says, as she leads Jason into another room. This one is set up with rugs and beans bags as well as shelves full of children's books. A few children and one kid Jason's age curl up somewhere in the room and sleep under the watchful eye of a large polar bear lady in the familar tie-dye uniform.
One shelf is full of a dozen copies of several different books, each labeled as a guide. Lindsie pulls out one labeled 'Kiddie's Guide to Vore' and gives it to Jason. "Here you go, sweetie," she whispers, "Just bring this back to one of us when you're done reading it. Now go play."
Lindsie scoots Jason out through a side door into the main room he'd seen earlier. She then walks to a gate in the high pastel wall, opens it with a key, and closes it behind her. He sees her appear again standing on something to give her a vantage point over the fence to keep watch, and he decides to approach the other teens.
The assembled group is a border collie with a binky gag keeping him from talking, a calico cat, and a crocodile.
"Uh, hi..." Jason says awkwardly.
There's a long pause before the calico finally responds, "Hey."
"So... What're you doing?" he asks.
"Same thing we do every day. Just waiting for death," she responds.
"Oh. Do you... know how long that takes?" Jason questions, not wanting to read the book obviously printed for children.
"A while. We only go when someone decides they want to eat us, and most people prefer the littler ones," the calico responds, "So we don't go often."
"You say that like they didn't take Freddie just the other day," the crocodile finally says something. The collie looks away at the mention of the name.
Jason just sighs.
"Welcome to the club," the calico responds.
The four make minimal smalltalk for the rest of the day. There isn't much way to tell the time with no exterior windows, but the big digital clock on the wall reads 9:00 when a couple of caretakers start marching over to them.
"Bedtime~!" one of the caretakers says, "Come on now, cutie pies, it's time to sleep."
"Huh? Why are we being put to bed first?" Jason asks.
"We're the only ones they put to bed," the calico whispers to him, "They let the little kids just stay out there and wake up and fall asleep whenever."
"Don't be silly, now," a tiger lady says, "You kids need lots of sleep to grow up big and strong~"
The four teens plus a couple others gathered from the playground and naptime room are filed off through the gate Lindsie had used earlier. A few younger kids point and laugh, but most of them seem to think better of it. All at least turn to watch.
The teens are marched past a nursery where a baby kitten is being put onto a platter and are taken to a series of oversized cribs in a small brick outcrop in the massive room with rainbows painted on the walls.
Each teen is taken to a crib and tied down face-up with straps not dissimilar to those used to secure loads to flat bed trucks, until finally the tiger lady reaches Jason. "We have something special planned for you~ Caretaker Lindsie liked you sooooo much she want you to have a sleep over with her~ Isn't that special~?"
If he hadn't been dreading it enough already, now he's really dreading bed time.
The tiger lady leads Jason by the hand away from the cribs and into a hallway lined with doors, each one decorated in bright colors with the name of a caretaker on it. She stops at Lindsie's door and opens it for him. "Have fun~"
The door closes behind Jason as he steps into the room. It's like a small hotel room with a large bed, a TV, and a built-in bathroom. Lindsie has a few sex toys left lying around and quickly puts her phone away as Jason arrives.
"There's my favorite little boy~" Lindsie greets him eagerly. 
Jason doesn't know how to respond, so he stays silent.
"So quiet and well-behaved, too~" the cow gets up and carries him to the bed, which she sits on the end of with Jason on her lap, "Now, did you make a stinky in your diapey today~?"
"N-No..." Jason sputters. Truthfully, he's been so nervous and embarrassed he's been holding it for hours.
Lindsie looks almost disappointed, "Well, alright, then. I've got a changing table in here in case you do~"
The cow pulls him into bed with her and wraps her arms around him tight. He can feel a faint buzzing from her crotch when it's pressed up against his rear, though they're both still in their onesies.
Slowly, her hand wanders down to grope the front of Jason's diaper through the onesie covering it, "You feel very good, Jason~ You make your caretaker very happy~"
Jason squirms a little, discomforted by the molestation, "I- I really don't like this..."
"Oh hush now, wouldn't want to be put in a gag, would we~? Words like that can be hurtful to us caretakers. We work so hard to make sure you kids have fun, you know~ Go back to being the good, quiet boy you were a minute ago."
Jason sheds a tear as he holds his tongue and lets her continue to grope over him. The molesting eventually slows to a stop as she seems to fall asleep with him held tight in her arms, but Jason is kept awake by misery and disgust.
Just as he begins to think she's fallen asleep, she leans in close and whispers, "Remember, Jason, this is the rest of your life~" before giving him a peck on the cheek, squeezing him as she curls up tighter around him, and falling blissfully asleep.