princesspottypants

Finding A Position

Published: September 24th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

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'Well,' Conner thought with a defeated sigh, 'this is it.'

It had been a good run... Relatively speaking, anyway. Of all the jobs he'd had, it was certainly one of the best, though it was still far from perfect. Without any real qualifications, he found it impossible to get a serious job, something that he could find a way to turn into a viable career, so most of his resume consisted of his time as a dishwasher, or a shelf-stocker. 

Even this one wasn't great; there still wasn't much room for advancement, working in the mail room of an advertising firm. The hours were decent, though, unlike a lot of his other jobs, and the pay wasn't awful. It seemed like it was about as good as he was going to get... Most of the other things he could get without a degree, or specific training, required much more physical labor, and, thanks to his small size, nobody ever gave him a shot at that.

So, inevitably, after several months of getting used to this job, the company had been bought out. "It won't be that bad," some of his co-workers had told him. "Usually, if they want to shake things up, they go after way bigger fishes than us."

But they were wrong. Apparently, they decided to start from the bottom instead, cutting jobs that they thought were expendable to try to recoup some of the money they'd spent on their purchase. He'd seen three of his co-workers called away, taken up to meet the new boss, and only one of them - the first, almost as if he'd been sent back as a harbinger - had kept his job.

And now, it was Conner's turn. The same pretty young woman who had come after the others had poked her head into the mail room, called his name, and he knew it was over. He hadn't been there nearly as long as the other workers, didn't know nearly as much about the position... Out of all the options of people to keep around, he knew he was close to the bottom.

It was going to be back to searching for somewhere else that would hire him, and hopefully pay him enough that he could squeak by on rent, without having to be at work all night long, like most of his other jobs. It was a pity... Now that he was at a place where he felt he could already start looking back at it, certain this was the end, he was starting to get sentimental about how good he'd had it here.

"You all right?" the woman asked, turning back towards him. He blushed, realizing the elevator doors had slid open again, and she'd already stepped out. "Come on... If the elevator closes and takes you away, someone as tiny as you could get lost forever in this place!"

He knew she was teasing, which only made his cheeks redder. "S-Sorry," he mumbled, stumbling out. She wasn't really that much taller than him, although the short skirts she always seemed to wear made her legs look longer, making him feel smaller in comparison.

"That's all right," she smirked, bemused. "A little daydream never hurt anyone." She led him to a door, seating herself at the desk just outside, picking up the phone and hitting the flashing button on it, making him realize - probably quite late - that this must be the secretary for the boss. 

He wasn't sure what he'd thought, if he'd assumed she was just a go-fer or what, but that hadn't occurred to him. She certainly didn't seem mature enough, to him, to be in charge herself, though that might not have been a totally fair assessment. Just because he had never gotten anywhere close to being promoted to boss of anything didn't mean she couldn't have, since he was pretty confident they were near to the same age. "You can go right in," she told him. "She's expecting you."

"Thanks," he said, taking a deep breath. The secretary waved him on, typing away as she listened to the phone cradled between her ear and her shoulder. With a shaking hand, he turned the doorknob, pushed open the large, wooden door, and stepped inside.

"Umm... H-Hi," he swallowed, immediately regretting the far-too-casual greeting. "I-I mean, hello. N-Nice to meet you. I-I'm Conner Fr..."

"Hmm," the woman sitting there, behind the desk, cut him off. Instantly, he shut up, staying still and quiet, waiting for the axe to come crashing down. He shifted his weight nervously, the woman staring intensely at him, almost as if she were trying to bore a hole through him with her eyes.

She was pretty, too, a little older than the secretary. Unlike with the other woman, there was no doubt, upon seeing her, that she was the boss, the one in charge... There was just something powerful about her, authoritative... He was positive he'd have felt the same way, even if she had come down to the mail room to fetch him herself. 

He started to open his mouth, stopped. He'd already tried to introduce himself, although, he supposed, that had been unnecessary; she definitely had already known who he was, trusted her secretary enough to know she'd brought the right person. He could have begged for his job, but he didn't know if looking desperate was going to win him any points with her or not. The best strategy here, he thought, was to wait, see what she said, try to formulate the perfect response from there to show her he was worthy of keeping around.

To his surprise, when she spoke again, a long minute or two later, it was with a smile, and an almost bashful tone. "We'll find a position for you," she practically mumbled, not at all the confident voice he'd expected to come from her.

Was... that all? He furrowed his brow, confused, part of him wanting to ask her if it was going to be as simple as that, the rest of him knowing not to push his luck. Why him, and not the two people who had gotten fired? Had she already looked at their records, and made her decision based on those? If so, why go to all this trouble, calling them in one by one? 

It was all very strange, but he wasn't going to question it now. "Th-Thank you!" he exclaimed, hurrying out of the office, waving to the secretary on his way back to the mail room, where, it seemed, he would still be working for a while longer.

The good mood it put him in lasted until the next morning, when the secretary appeared. He was sure he was safe, that one of the remaining workers who hadn't gone up to visit the boss would be selected, but, to his shock, she stared right at him. "She wants to see you again," she told him.

Of course... She must have gotten mixed up, mistaken him for someone else. She was going to correct her error now, fire him after all... He rode back up in the elevator, all the emotions from the day before welling back up, even stronger now, thanks to his supposed reprieve...

When he opened the door into the boss's office, however, he was greeted by something quite unexpected. The woman was waiting for him, perched on top of her desk, instead of behind it, grinning as she reached forward, giving the white object resting beside her a pat, producing a distinctive crinkle. 

"Hello, Conner," she said, sounding, now, exactly the way he had imagined she would the last time he'd seen her. "I have a little proposal for you..."

"Wh-What is it?" he gulped, unsure himself if he was asking about her proposal, or the thing on her desk - although, honestly, he had a pretty good idea about the latter.

"Well, Conner," she smiled, "I've been looking for somebody like you for a long time... I've found that I can be a little too... intense... for a lot of people. But you... There's just something about you that makes me think you'll be perfect."

His eyes widened as he watched her unfold the object, the soft-looking inner padding confirming that he'd been right all along. "W-Wait," he shook his head. "I-I don't need..." 

But what was he saying? If he told her no, would that be the same as telling her he didn't want this job? She'd said, the day before, that she'd find something for him... Was this it?! If he turned back now, would he be fired?!

"I know," she cooed, strutting over to him, her heels only making her tower over him further as she gently took his hand. "You don't NEED them, do you?" she gave him a conspiratorial wink, as if he had something to hide. "Don't worry, Mommy knows they're 'just in case'... And she won't tell anyone..."

She unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down, while he stood by, frozen. Was he really going to let this happen?! Was the job worth this?! Before he knew it, she was sliding down his underwear, helping him up onto the desk, his backside sinking into the cushy embrace of the diaper, rustling softly beneath him as he squirmed, blushing, hardly able to process all this.

"No rashes for my little boy," she sprinkled sweet smelling baby powder onto his crotch, rubbing it in softly before pulling the front of the diaper up, taping it snugly into place. "Don't worry," she chuckled, walking around to the other side of her desk, dropping his boxers into one of her drawers, "you'll get these back at the end of the day... Probably."

"W-Wait," he shook his head, cheeks red, staring down at himself and the bulging, infantile garment around his waist. "I-I'm not... I-I don't..."

"Shh, it's all right," she promised, stepping back around the desk to help him into his pants, sending him back out of the office with a pat to the bottom. 

How had this happened?! He'd walked into the office an adult, fully grown, if terrified... Now, he was just as frightened, or even more-so, knowing he had a huge secret to try to keep hidden. He blushed as he shuffled past the secretary, terrified she'd see the bulge under his pants, or hear the crinkling... 

He could have gone into the bathroom, ripped them off, but would that mean forfeiting his job? He really had no idea... It was certainly awkward, trying to push the bulky thing down so he could use the toilet normally, praying nobody walked into one of the other stalls and heard all the noise the diaper was making.

And, in the end, it wasn't worth it. "Oh, Conner," the secretary called from the doorway later that day. "You have a special assignment..." She led him back to the office, his face burning the whole ride up the elevator, positive there was no way she wouldn't notice what he had on while they were trapped in that enclosed space together.

She opened the office door for him that time, escorting him in and shutting it behind him. "So, sweetie," Mommy said, "how has your day been so far?"

"F-Fine," he lied, deciding not to bring up how the diaper was the only thing he could think about, how distracting it had been. 

"That's good," she smiled, taking his pants down again, sliding them off, then running a finger along the padding. "Still dry? That's odd... I wouldn't think your bladder would be big enough to last this long..."

He gulped, fidgeting, feeling like a naughty child, even though he hadn't done anything wrong... That was just what adults did when they had to use the bathroom... And he was an adult... Wasn't he?

There was no need for him to confess; she saw it on his face. "You know what?" she said, after a long, tense moment, "it's all right. That was unfair of me... I've just been waiting so long, I assumed you would somehow already know the rules, even though I didn't explain them to you... But how could you? Don't worry, sweetie... I'll make sure that doesn't happen again."

"B-But..." he whined. Wearing these things was bad enough... She couldn't seriously want him to use them, too?! Was his job really worth all this?!

"I'm going to make sure," she repeated, her voice turning more stern, "it doesn't happen again."

And she did that by spelling out the rules for him, then making him write them all out twenty times each, lying there on his tummy in her office, diapered bottom in the air. As long as he was in diapers, he was to use them, and only them, to go to the bathroom in... And, as long as he was working here, he'd be in diapers. He was to come visit her every morning, spend lunch with her - and eat whatever she brought for him - go see her before he left, and, any time she wanted him, he had to come running, and not leave her waiting.

This, he realized, as he wrote his lines, diaper crinkling as he squirmed, hoping he'd be able to make it through all this before he had to pee again - and slowly having to accept that there was no way that was going to happen - was his new position... He might technically work in the mail room, but, in reality, he was Mommy's baby boy.

It wasn't all that, though, if he was being honest. Most of the time, when she had her secretary fetch him, it was so he could color her a picture, or lie down for a nap. It was nice not to have to worry about bringing his lunch, even if most of the time what she brought him was childish, like peanut butter and jelly with apple slices, or, depending on her mood, as downright infantile as baby food. Even the diapers weren't awful, once he got used to him... There was something nice about the attention he got when he came to her in a soggy diaper. She never made fun of him about it, since, clearly, she was making him do it. It was very sweet, and loving... 

Of course, it was hard to keep everyone else from finding out. He did his best to wear baggy pants, and shirts long enough to keep tugging down to hide the plastic waistband, but he knew people had to have seen it at some point, and noticed he never excused himself to the bathroom anymore... It seemed like they also knew who was behind it, however, and were too scared of her to say anything.

The one person he knew for a fact was aware was, obviously, Mommy's secretary, Amy. After all the times she'd come to get him from the mail room, there was no way she couldn't have known something was up... He got his confirmation one day when he went to visit Mommy at the end of the day, only to have Amy follow him into the office.

"Sorry, cutie," she giggled, brushing past him, around to the back of the empty desk. "Your Mommy's in a meeting... So, she left me in charge."

"I-In charge?" he blushed, wondering how much she knew, how far this went... Until she started to lay out the wipes. "Y-You're going to change me?!" he squealed.

"Well, you're definitely too little to do it yourself!" she teased. "What? You don't think I know how to change a diaper? Okay, then..." She smirked, grabbing a diaper, and the powder. "I guess I'll just have to prove it." Mommy would, sometimes, decide Conner had been a bit too bratty, and needed to stay in his diapers a little longer, sending him home in them for the evening; once, she'd even made him wear them the whole weekend, giving him a small stash to take home, and making him text her pictures when he wanted to change. Having Amy make him do it, though, was an entirely new level of embarrassment. 

"N-No!" he shook his head. "Y-You don't have to..."

"Oh, I think I do," she chuckled. "And, to be sure you can last until tomorrow morning..." She took out a second diaper.

Amy really wasn't that bad, though, no matter how much she liked to tease. She was probably almost as scared of him telling his Mommy if she wasn't nice as he was scared she'd tattle on him for misbehaving. Any time Mommy was busy at one of his scheduled visits, or she thought her meetings would go on too long, and Conner might need a change in the middle, she left Amy in charge, so, just like the rest, he had to get used to it.

But, in the end, Conner did not have the most experience in his actual job, and Mommy had to do what she could to save the company money. "I'm really sorry, sweetie," she told him one evening, "I don't know how much longer there's going to be a spot for you..."

He, of course, wasn't happy about that. All this time, wearing diapers, playing baby for her, even when he wasn't at work at times... Had it all been for nothing?! Had she gotten bored of him?! After all this time, telling him he was her baby, looking after him... He blushed, realizing his first instinct had been to get upset about that, and not his position in the mail room, the reason he'd let this happen to begin with. 

"Really," she continued, sprinkling some fresh powder onto his crotch, "the workplace is no place for a baby anyway."

He frowned, staring up at her. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"It's pretty simple," she shrugged. "I told you, when this all started, that there was something about you... I didn't want to bruise your little ego then, but that thing was that... Well, you just looked like a sweet, lost little boy who needed someone to look after him. And I think you've made it pretty clear that I was right... So, I'm hardly going to toss you out into the cold now."

She took him home with her that night, showed off the room she'd been putting together for him, barely a step above a nursery, with plenty of diapers already stocked, waiting. Obviously, anyone who lived here would be wearing those all the time... Like the baby they'd have to be to agree to this...

"So..." he looked around, trying not to get his hopes up, face warming at the realization that this was, in fact, what he wanted, despite all the blushing and whining he'd done at the start. "I-I can just... stay here?"

"Well, not just you," she said. "I can't trust you on your own, soggy-britches." She gave his diaper a pat through his pants, confirming it was already damp again. "There's a sweet college girl named Shelby who would be babysitting you while I'm at work. But... Yes. If you want to live with me, and be my baby full-time, then I'd love to have you move in."

"Yes!" he blushed at how quickly he answered, Mommy smiling, seeing how eager he was.

"Wonderful," she gave him a hug. "Now, let's get you changed, and out of those silly pants... You won't be needing those anymore. They'll just make it harder for me, and Shelby, to tell when you need a fresh diaper."

Of course, there was no way this Shelby girl could be babysitting him and not know about his diapers... And, if she was going to be looking after him all day, it was inevitable she'd have to change him. That would take some getting used to, just like with Mommy, and Amy... But, he knew, if Mommy had picked her out, he'd be safe with her.

"Yes, Mommy," he nodded, toddling over to his changing table obediently for the first, of many, times.