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Taking Care of Business

Published: March 30th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

 An anonymous commission to do the second place winner of this month's Community Caption poll, since it was so close. Pictures property of ABDreams! 

"April?" The woman looked up from the floor, where she was down on her knees, gathering up discarded toys to return them to the box.

She was glad she did, too, to curb her first instinct to roll her eyes and snap, "What?!", wondering what more her lazy co-workers could possibly want from her. It wasn't one of them after all... It was her boss, Mrs. Padgett. "Y-Yeah?" she blushed, heart pounding at the close call. That would have been bad... The last thing she needed right now was to lose her job over a silly mistake like that. "What can I do for you?" 

"I hate to ask this," the older woman started, a sure sign this wasn't going to be some easy task, "but would you mind staying a bit after we close today? It would be a huge help. There are a few things that need to be... taken care of, and you are just the woman for the job." 

"Of course!" April answered - as if she had a choice. These sorts of things were never really 'requests', no matter how the boss phrased them. Maybe, if she had a good enough excuse, she could get away with not saying yes, but she didn't. She wasn't dating anyone, didn't have any kids to get back to herself... In fact, she didn't particularly like children in the first place, but this daycare was one of the few places she'd been able to get hired, and it paid the best out of all of them, so there hadn't been much of a decision to make there, either.

"Wonderful," Mrs. Padgett nodded. "I knew I could count on you."

April was curious, obviously, about what she was going to be expected to do. Most likely, it would be more cleaning, or something like that... Nothing exciting, but she'd be getting paid, so, in the long run, it was better than heading home and watching Netflix in her PJs, alone. Perhaps Mrs. Padgett was looking for some gossip, to see which of April's co-workers most deserved to get fired, which was something April had plenty of opinions about.

She waited around for all the kids to be picked up, and for all those co-workers to head out, more than ready to find out what was up, when she heard the sound of the doorbell. "April," Mrs. Padgett called from her office, "be a dear and answer that for me, would you?"

Who could that be?! There was no reason for anyone else to show up now, as far as she knew... Had somebody - a worker, or a kid - left something behind that they had to come pick up? She headed to the front door, answered it. "Oh, hi, Delia," she smiled. Apparently, she'd been right... The woman had already been there that day, had picked her son up, so he must not have taken everything home with him. "What did Simon...?"

"You shut your mouth," the other woman glared daggers at her, pushing past her into the building, grabbing the door from her and slamming it shut. "And don't address me by my first name, like we're friends. You can call me Miss Berman."

"O-Okay," April backed away a few steps, shocked at her vehemence. "Sorry, I-I didn't..."

She jumped as she ran into someone, spinning around to find her boss there, behind her, her expression matching Miss Berman's quite closely, the pair closing in on her, making her feel like a gazelle being stalked by a pair of lionesses as she stumbled away. "Wh-What's going on?" 

"I was going to ask you the same question, April," Mrs. Padgett replied. "I have some security footage I think we're all going to find very interesting... But first, I think you need a change of wardrobe."

"Huh?" April brow furrowed. "Wh-What do you... Hey!" She gasped, feeling a pair of hands closing around her wrists, dragging her down the hall, back to the toddler room. "What is wrong with both of you?!" she growled, struggling futilely against the pair, eyes widening as her boss reached over, yanking off her shirt. "Stop it!"

Mrs. Padgett had let go of her to do that, giving April the opportunity to grab for her clothes, cheeks darkening at her sudden nudity. Not only did she fail to get the garment back, her boss slid something over her grasping hand, something big, and thick, and slick, forcing her fingers apart, buckling it shut at the wrist. "What the hell?!"

From there, it was all over, if she'd ever had any real chance of stopping it from the beginning. Miss Berman held the girl's other arm up, letting Mrs. Padgett slide a matching restraint over it before they half shoved, half lifted her up onto one of the changing tables, where they stripped her out of her bra, her shoes, her socks, her pants, her panties... Everything. What came next, she never would have expected in a million years.

"You get the booties on," Mrs. Padgett instructed, taking charge as always as she opened up a door on the changing table and pulled something out, unfolding it to ensure April recognized it, grinning as she saw the girl start to squirm and struggle. "I'll take care of the diaper."

"What is wrong with both of you?!" April stomped her foot, the soft bootie encasing her foot ensuring there was almost no sound whatsoever, certainly not enough to convey her confusion, or her anger. "You can't do this to me!"

And yet, they already had. The pair made no move to give her back any of her other clothes, simply left her standing there, hands and feet encased and helpless, wearing a purple diaper, covered in a childish rocking horse, balloon, and cloud pattern. She had no idea where Mrs. Padgett had gotten this from, why she'd have one so big... Wearing it, however, gave her a sudden sympathy for the kids she took care of, shocked at how bulky it was, how different from her own, grown-up underwear.

"Where do you think you're going?!" she stomped again, rushing after the two women as they began to walk away. The diaper gave her a bit of a waddle, though it was really the booties that kept her from being able to catch up with them, the soft soles nearly making her fall over on her face in her rush, barely getting halfway across the room before the door was closed on her.

"Would you answer me?!" she raged, pawing at the doorknob, ready to continue the chase... Only to realize she couldn't. The mittens rendered her hands completely useless, preventing her fingers from closing around anything. She tried to pin the knob between the two mittens, but that didn't go any better. The door didn't have a lock, to keep little hands from accidentally turning it, and yet she was trapped in here as surely as if there were one, or two, or the whole surface was covered in them.

Unfortunately, the same could be said for the diaper. She turned her attention to it next, although she wasn't sure what's she'd have done if she had succeeded, seeing as the women had taken her clothes with her, and there was nothing else for her to wear here. It didn't matter; the mittens prevented her from grabbing the tapes, or even slip her fingers in the gaps between the tapes and rip them open... She couldn't get ahold of the waistband, tug it down, either. She couldn't do anything. 

"This isn't funny!" she informed the women, yelling as loudly as she could. "You can't do this to me!"

She got the same answer this time as she had the first, which was to say, nothing. She stomped around the room, kicking at discarded toys, until she tripped herself up and fell over. She could have stood, but what was the point? Sulking, she stayed sitting down, arms folded over her bare chest, waiting for Mrs. Padgett, or Miss Berman, to come explain themselves, and apologize, and give her back her clothes. She was absolutely going to be getting a big raise after this... That, or she'd sue this place for every penny it had.

Her defiance quickly started to shift into something else, however, the longer she sat there. She hoped she was going to be able to ignore the rising urge in her bladder, but, eventually, it started to seem clear she wouldn't, that she had to do something about it. 

But what?! Her options were pretty limited... She made an attempt to loosen the straps on the mittens with her teeth, so she could maybe get them off, and take the diaper off in turn, only to find they were too tight. More fussing with her diaper provided the same results as earlier. If someone else didn't show up, this diaper was staying on... And, the longer she waited, the more certain she was that she was going to be using it.

"All right, joke's over!" she shouted. "Let me out now!" They didn't answer that, either. "Oh, God," she winced, her mittened hands shooting to her padded crotch. "Come on," she begged, legs bouncing frantically. 

They couldn't make her do this, couldn't reduce her to sitting her, peeing her pants like one of the charges in this place... She was an adult! An adult who changed diapers; she didn't wear them, much less use them! "I-I'm sorry!" she sniffled. "Wh-Whatever I did, I'm sorry, okay?! Just get me out of this diaper!"

She got a little comfort from the thought that they couldn't see her, at least, that they weren't getting to enjoy the fruits of their labor, even if she was broadcasting what was happening in her desperation for assistance. Mrs. Padgett had mentioned security footage, however... There were rumors about hidden cameras, keeping an eye on the workers, but April had never found them, hadn't decided if she believed in them or not. Her boss's words appeared to confirm it... Was there one here now, watching her, seeing every frantic fidget?

"I-I hafta get out of here," she mumbled to herself, looking around the room. There had to be something she'd overlooked, some avenue of escape, or relief, or...

"No!" she squealed, hands pushing harder against her padded crotch, eyes peering downwards, unable to believe what she was feeling, the warm wetness spreading through her diaper as, despite her denial, she started to wet it.

It was a very quiet, meek April that awaited the other two women when they finally opened up the door. Immediately, the girl blushed, glad for the bulky mittens to help her hide the huge wet spot she'd made in her padding, although she had no doubt they were already well aware of it.

"I-I'm really sorry," she stared up at them, sniffling. "I-I'll do better, I promise."

"Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" Mrs. Padgett asked.

April wished she could say yes, to end this, but, afraid of the follow-up question, she shook her head. "Wh-Whatever it is, though..."

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," her boss shook her head, helping her to her feet, and up onto the changing table again. "If we take off the mittens and booties, are you going to behave yourself?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," April nodded.

"Do you understand why we made you wear these, at least?" Mrs. Padgett inquired. "How did they make you feel, April?"

"H-Helpless," the girl blushed. "I-I couldn't do anything..."

"That's right," the woman agreed, starting to unbuckle one of the mittens, Miss Berman working on the booties. "That's how our charges feel, April... They can't do anything for themselves, so we're here to help them, aren't we?"

April gulped, the presence of Simon's mother suddenly making it clear to her what this was about. "Y-Yeah," she replied quietly. "A-And I do! I help! I-I was just busy that time, a-and..."

"You were on your phone, April," Mrs. Padgett corrected her. "We both saw the tape. Simon asked for your help to use the potty, something you know he's been working on, and you ignored him so you could scroll through Instagram some more."

"I-It was urgent," April lied; in all honesty, she had no clue if that was true or not. More likely, she was just bored. "I-I'm sorry, though?"

The other women looked at one another, Miss Berman shaking her head. "I don't buy it, either," Mrs. Padgett said. "Which is why you're going into this."

"No!" April whined as another diaper was held up, this one looking even thicker than the last, an overnight diaper if she'd ever seen one - and she certainly had. "I don't need diapers!"

This time, there wasn't just the diaper, however... April wasn't sure if she should be grateful or not for the onesie that was tugged over her head, once the diaper was taped into place. It kept her from being nude, obviously, yet it was so infantile, and didn't really hide the diaper at all... The bulge was obvious, and there was plastic peeking out from the legbands... She looked like plenty of babies April had seen, and taken care of, in this place...

And it was so tight! That was the point of these things, April knew, but that bulkier padding of the fresh diaper was being held so snugly against her, there was no forgetting what it was. She was so busy fidgeting and tugging at the thing, she didn't notice Miss Berman's absence until the woman returned, carrying a sippy cup of milk. 

"Go on," Mrs. Padgett urged, "say thank you."

April's stomach twisted, staring at the cup, knowing exactly what it was, and that there must be cameras in the kitchen as well. After Simon had come to her, he'd had an accident, and leaked through his trainers, all over his pants... She'd been so frustrated with him - and his mother, for that matter, for insisting he was so close to being potty trained - she'd put him back in diapers, and decided to give him a little something... He wasn't ready for Pull-Ups, much less big boy undies, so she was going to make sure his chart reflected that...

"No," she shook her head. "I-I won't! I quit!"

"Oh, you've already lost your job," her - apparently now former - boss told her. "But you aren't leaving until you do this, little lady, unless you want me to show those tapes to the cops... Did you really think I was going to let you keep working here after you drugged a child?"

"I-It wasn't anything bad," April pouted. "I-I knew it wasn't going to hurt him, just..."

"Then prove it," Miss Berman cut in, shoved the sippy cup into her hands. "Drink up."

Was this a test? They wouldn't really have slipped laxatives into the milk, like she had... Would they? They'd already made her wet herself... They couldn't possibly expect her to stand here, in her overnight diaper and onesie, and poop her pants... Could they?!

"Now!" Mrs. Padgett snapped.

"Th-Thank you!" April squealed, raising the sippy cup to her mouth. Immediately, she was sure the milk tasted strange, not quite right... Or was that her imagination? She certainly hoped so, just like she hoped the growing heaviness in her tummy was all in her mind, certain it couldn't possibly work that fast...

"O-Okay?" she handed the cup over, once she'd drained it. "A-Am I done now?"

"Not hardly," Mrs. Padgett informed her, making the girl's already shaky confidence in what these two would and wouldn't do to her quaver all the more. "Why don't you play for a little while?"

"C-Can I just go home?" April sniffled. 

There was no answer, which could mean only one thing. With a sigh, April plopped down on the floor, grabbing at toys, toys she'd seen little kids playing with, that she'd cleaned up, herself, that afternoon, just for them to be taken back out to suffer some more abuse at her charges' hands. It took a scarily short time for the cramps to start, for her to get a confirmation about whether or not they'd drugged her.

She groaned, holding her tummy, planting her backside firmly on the floor, shocked at it for trying to relieve itself already. "What's wrong, April?" Miss Berman teased. "It's not going to hurt you, is it?"

"I-I'm sorry," April parroted again. "I-I didn't think it would be this uncomfortable, I..."

"Up," Mrs. Padgett nudged her padded bottom with the toe of one of her heels, producing a crinkle. "On your knees."

"B-But..." April nibbled her bottom lip.

"Get her a refill," Mrs. Padgett told Miss Berman. "Use as much of the 'secret ingredient' as you want."

"No!" April scrambled to get her knees under her, even though she knew the position was going to make it harder to control herself, to keep the inevitable from happening. That didn't stop the woman from following orders, however, returning after a moment with a fresh sippy of milk, placed ominously on the shelf beside April. 

"If your bottom touches the floor again before I tell you it can, you're drinking every drop of that, too," Mrs. Padgett said.

"Pl-Please," April begged, sweat beading on her forehead. "I-I don't wanna..."

"Neither did Simon," Miss Berman growled. "He was very upset that he had a messy accident, after doing so well, for so long... He had no idea it was your fault."

"I-I can apologize to him!" April told her. "I-I will!"

"You won't see my son again," the woman retorted. 

"O-Okay," April nodded. "Th-That's fine, just..." She gasped, her bottom bobbing downwards before she recalled her boss's threat. 

"Go on," Mrs. Padgett smirked. "Get your phone ready... I've watched enough little ones to know it's almost over."

"N-Nuh-uh!" April protested. She wasn't one of the babies, she was an adult... She could hold it longer than them! She could keep it from happening at all, just like she'd told herself Simon should be able to, reasoning that, if he did come to her, or another worker, in time, then he'd definitely have earned his shot to stay in trainers...

And then, it happened. There was a push from within, ever so slight, but that was all it took. "No!" she squealed... Unfortunately, it was too late. She felt a lump forming in the seat of her pants, spreading out quickly, helped along by the tight onesie, mushily squishing its way through her whole diaper, and continuing to go, her body seeming to want to empty itself completely, to fill her diapie to the brim.

"All right," Mrs. Padgett smiled down at the red-faced, mortified girl below her. "You can sit now. In fact, you will sit, in the corner, on the naughty stool, until I say you're done... And then I'll be giving you back your purse, but not your clothes, so you can drive yourself home, and I won't have to see you again, either."

April's nose crinkled as her backside sank into the mucky mass in her diaper, feeling every bit as helpless as she had with the mittens on. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she sighed, looking forward to getting home, whenever Mrs. Padgett allowed it, and cleaning herself up... And really hoping her roommate wasn't back by then, because this was going to be very, very hard to explain.