it's a classic stork factory!~ Can Zach make his way through to find blueprints in this old abandoned place? you bet your butt he is~

Zach took a look around the area, smirking a bit as he slunk quietly through the empty hallways, the dim lighting leading him towards a large door in the back, the wolf quietly making his way inside.

One of the most technologically advanced super structures ever made; It's said that this place was at one time used to prep and deliver babies, in fact that was one of the reasons he had been sent here. Times have since changed, things got more streamlined and the generations of storks went on to deliver packages but it seemed like someone wanted some files locked inside, some plans for a rocket propelled system.

“Now let’s see… if I were files… I’d be in the office ya? Yea, absolutely.”

The place had certainly seen better days. The large room consisted of winding conveyors, mannequins stationed at specific locations along the line, each having a specific job. The place seemed fairly well stocked which wasn't a surprise, it had been very quickly abandoned in the subsequent strikes and legal issues this, archaic as the people called it, system was. The whole room seemed to be covered in a thick film of dust, whatever cleaning protocols they had seemed to have long since stopped working.

Making his way through the room, the wolf eyed quite a few panels along the far wall, some advanced monitoring equipment he supposed. Making his way through a small archway he spotted what he could assume was the start of the belt, a large washbasin with sudsy, by now stagnant water. The wolf’s nose crinkled as he walked to the other side of the tub to a small desk.

“Well well… looks like this might be my ticket.”

Slipping into the office chair, the wolf couldn't help but smile as he rifled through the papers, his flashlight dimming a bit as he grimaced, mentally berating himself for not putting fresh batteries into the thing. Looking around he saw a large wall, on it a set of switches all in the “off” position, reaching out to flick a few of them. He was surprised when a few sparked to life causing the overhead lights in the warehouse to spring to life, as well as a few larger metallic clangs from the other room.

“Hmm… this old wiring must run off some kind of generator. Impressive, it’s still got juice. Well I guess that solves my light issue…”

Taking his seat back at the desk, he propped his feet up rifling through papers. His ears swiveled as he heard a new sound, something like running water. Turning, he saw the basin beside him draining and it seemed to be refilling and churning with much better looking water and a sweet smelling soap. The building was built near a natural spring, able to pull fresh spring water in. Searching a bit more, he found a drawer that was locked tight. Reaching into his bag, the wolf brought up a small lockpick bending down, inserting it into the lock waiting for the inevitable “kachunk” as the drawer started to swiftly slide open

“Ahhh, jackpot! Eat your heart out Mia Mida, best cat burglar in town my ass.”

Snarking at his acquaintance in crime aside, the young man grabbed the manilla folder marked over with “classified” in red text. If this wasn’t what he was after it was certainly something the client would like. Flipping the folder open he smirked widely, this had to be it.

Schematics and blueprints galore. From what he could piece together, it was a machine they were testing at this very facility. It would, in real time, adjust for species and size of the baby being prepped. There were machines here ready to produce whatever a charge might need, completely cutting out the need for shopping and cutting costs down immensely. He tilted his head and shrugged a bit, grabbing his high pixel camera and snapped some crisp and clean pictures of the prints, sending them off to his client, getting a notification a few minutes later that his job was complete as the money was wired to his account.

“And with that, another job well done from the wolf of the wisps~ no better thief in this whole damn city~”

Leaning back in the old office chair, Zach gave himself a pat on the back, daydreaming about all the ways he would put those zeros on the end of that dollar amount to good use with a content sigh. The wolf decided he had had enough of this musty old place, tilting the chair forward, he suddenly felt himself falling back, the wheels on the office chair hitting the open desk drawer below them as he tried his best to rebound, jumping off the chair he was sure his athletic ability would serve him well. It did indeed, though his landing could use work, as with a huge splash he found himself landing directly into the large tub, coughing and sputtering as he surfaced. The wolf let out a surprised gasp as he looked around him, coming down from the ceiling looming over him were an assortment of rough looking wooden brushes, as they descended on him wordlessly.

Gasping as he was dunked again and again into the tub, the thief was submerged in the water as his body, over his suit, was scrubbed thoroughly, the rough bristles taking the thin suit clean off as it scrubbed until eventually he was left in nothing but his fur. Whatever scraps of suit were left went down the drain as he was lifted from the tub by some mechanical arms and blasted roughly with fans.

Feeling himself dried as the fans moved over his body and a towel puffing up his fur to easily double its size, he was still muttering and sputtering as he was set on a rough feeling rubber mat. Now fully dried, the conveyor started moving, taking him into a machine as a few hands swarmed him, one taking a picture with an old flash bulb camera and a few with measuring tape taking his measurements. He looked up to a bright screen above him seeing his height, weight, and fur color marked down.

‘Searching database for matches. Match found. Setting calibrated for baby polar bear cub.”
His eyes went wide as he saw the estimate of his current look. Struggling a bit, he soon found himself moving out of the machine and into the open warehouse he was in before. The place was now bustling with activity, mannequins moving in their predetermined motions as he came up to the next area, floating above him was a large puff of some sort. Getting closer, he was surprised when the belt under him suddenly raised up, throwing the poor guy onto his stomach, he growled a bit as his tail was grabbed and lifted a good few inches up, the powder puff landing on his backside coating it with a soft smelling powder. The misty fog cloud surrounded him as he took in the scent. It seemed… almost familiar but he couldn’t place it, that is until his eyes fell on what came next.

His eyes still adjusted, blinking furtively trying to get the powder out of them. While the belt moved along he felt something shoved under him, some kind of large spatula? He felt his body lifted and flipped landing directly onto his back with a loud grunt of discomfort, his eyes widened as he looked above him.

Being carried down by multiple gloved hands was a large disposable diaper, pure white in coloration, with bright yellow tapes; he estimated it would be about the correct size for a larger.. bear.. cub… Oh no…

“Woah woah, hold on! No way!”

He struggled on the belt as the hands descended onto him, struggling in the cloud of powder as the young man clawed for anything he could get a grip on. Unfortunately for him, the hands worked efficiently and were practiced at handling much larger and fussier babies; in its heyday, this place handled all sorts from mice to hippopotamus so it came as no surprise when the dust inevitably settled, him laying on the belt, legs splayed by the very thick diaper taped onto him.

Blushing hotly as the belt moved on, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, Zach next found himself staring down something he hadn’t noticed before. A large tube was heading directly up into the ceiling and at the end of it what appeared to be an amber nipple, one you’d see on a bottle for any baby. Zach saw another large hand come down, grabbing the tube and shoving the nipple into his maw. Traveling down the transparent tube was some fresh homemade infant formula, as the poor wolf would soon see, next to him on a small screen were the correct portion sizes for animals. Unfortunately for him the “bear” was down near the bottom showing.. nearly a gallon worth?!

The warm, thick formula started flooding into his mouth, Zach having no choice but to drink and drink he did, until the flow stopped and the nipple was pulled from his mouth following a loud groan from the wolf. His tail drooped lazily as he was ferried along on the belt coming next to a bodyform mannequin, something you’d see in a dress shop, though this one had mechanical arms pop out of its sides lifting the wolf up and starting to pat his back firmly.

“L-look here you damn machine, I’m not a baby and I’m not gonna b-”

He was, unfortunately, cut off, as he tasted the formula once more, rising from his stomach came a large belch, one unlike any baby he had ever heard. He was laid back onto the belt, as it moved along passing by a screen showing a bear cub, diapered fed and happy, next to it said:

‘Transport to a holding nursery until suitable parents can be found.’

He found himself coming to the end of the belt, reaching a large pram, being settled inside and wrapped in a cool blue blanket. He was shocked to see mechanical arms popping out and shaking a rattle hanging from the hood of the mechanical bassinet. Grumbling, he pouted as he heard the jingling beads, thinking of a way to get out of here and never let this story get out to any of the other thieves around the city.