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My Strange New Job, an ABDL story, chapters 4-6

Chapter 4

After arriving back to your meager apartment, stripping your pants off and feasting on your well deserved leftovers in just a shirt and diaper, you went to your room to decompress in the most appropriate manner possible…

Dinosaur fights!

Dinosaurs had become the obsession of your little side. A step into your room revealed a setting fit for an overgrown 4 year old boy. You had a shelf stuffed full of plastic dinosaur toys, and another shelf proudly displaying multiple stacks of the same Stone Age diapers by Poof Pants that Mommy changed you into earlier. You had a few stacks of other diaper designs as well, sure, but the majority were Stone Age diapers. In one corner sat a giant orange t-rex stuffie that was multiple feet tall, who you had affectionately named Terrisaurus Rex. (Terri was great for other purposes, too, but not tonight. Mommy had taken care of that earlier with her buzzy wand). You also may or may not sleep with a small green stuffed dinosaur every night.

After an hour or so filled with exhilarating dino battles on the floor of your room, you climbed into bed, feeling quite tuckered out. Sleeping came easy that night, as the diaper that Mommy changed you into seemed to be taped on perfectly, allowing you to easily drift off to sleep once you popped a pacifier into your mouth. That’s one thing you noticed right away today: Mommy J was an expert at changing diapers. You had never been able to get a diaper to fit as snugly on yourself as she had, despite years of regular diaper wearing.

Upon waking up the next morning, your bladder screamed for relief. You emptied into your diaper without a second thought, relishing in the warming sensation. You instinctively stretched and yawned, during which your paci slipped out of your mouth, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ugh, how unfortunate. You begrudgingly arose from your bed, and upon bending over to pick it up, you became aware of how heavy your diaper was. Between the beverages you drank with dinner after work, and the morning pee that was still settling, your diaper was clearly at risk of leaking if you were to wet any more.

You looked at the clock. 9:25 AM. May as well shower, work was soon. In the bathroom, you untaped your diaper and let it fall to the floor with a loud and heavy thump. You balled it up and deposited it into the tiny trash bin by the toilet, which it almost didn’t even fit into. You made a personal vow to take home one of the full-size, odor proof diaper pails that were stocked at work, but the asking price of those would require some saving up.

After showering, you debated diapering up again, but decided against that, as showing up to the store already padded could mean missing out on a masterful diaper change from Mommy before work.

After breakfast, you caught the bus and soon arrived at work. As you approached the store, you noticed that one of the windows had its security bars removed. You could see two full body mannequins laying on the floor behind said window. Inside, you greeted Mommy good morning and were promptly brought to the office to begin the uniform process. Today’s diaper was a Little Learners by Poof Pants, a popular cloth backed option that sported a colorful pattern of ABCs and 123s.

As you watched Mommy J sprinkle powder onto your open diaper, you asked, “Mommy, what’s with the mannequins?”

Mommy J lifted the front of the diaper into place, and taped it closed as she answered, “I'll explain once Ava gets here.” Once again, you were dressed into the Duckie clothing line, as modeling it for customers seemed to drive up sales. You still couldn’t fathom how the denim shorts seemed to make your diaper feel even more exposed than wearing no shorts at all.

As you and Mommy walked back out to the main area of the store, the door beeped and Ava skipped in. “Good morning everyone! What’s with the naked people?” Ava pointed to the pure white mannequins. Mommy J led her to the office to get changed, explaining to Ava that all would be revealed after her uniform was on.

Ava soon emerged, dressed in the same arm warmers, pigtails, thigh highs, pink top and diaper-revealing purple skirt as yesterday. Mommy J also emerged from the office holding a stack of something. “Listen up, little ones! You’ll notice that some mannequins have arrived. They were delivered here this morning. I went through the trouble of unboxing and assembling them, but I would like you two to help out by playing dress up!” Mommy J handed you a folded set of the same Duckie clothes you wore currently, followed by a plain white diaper. She handed Ava her own matching outfit and diaper.

Mommy J continued, “Once you’re done, could you place them so that they’re visible from the outside window? Don’t worry, they’re surprisingly light. Tell you what, do this for me and I’ll worry about the stocking this morning. Finish that before we open, would you please?” You and Ava responded with a collective ‘yes, Mommy’. She smiled a warm smile and left you and Ava to it.

Ava turned to you. “I’m practically an expert at this. I dress up my dollies at home all the time!”

“Oh really? Are any of your dollies 6 feet tall?” You asked, putting extra emphasis on ‘dollies’.

Ava sighed. “If only. I do have a bunny stuffie who’s big enough to fit into a pull-up, but no plastic dolls taller than a foot seem to exist. Still, I bet you don't have any experience putting clothes on plastic bodies, so PTTT!” Ava blew a raspberry at you.

You turned back to Ava. “For your information, I play with dinosaurs, who don’t need any clothes unlike your lame dollies!” You blew a raspberry back at Ava.

Ava chuckled. “Whatever, Dino Dork. Let’s get these mannequins diapered.”

There were two blank faced mannequins, one with a male figure and another with a female figure. Both were laying on their backs, seemingly in preparation to be diapered. You and Ava both began the diapering process by fluffing your respective diapers. You got on your knees and, with some lifting effort, slid the diaper underneath the figure’s butt. His legs were a bit close together, making it difficult to get the diaper pulled up into taping position.

“Stupid legs!” Ava said as she struggled with the female mannequin, “they’re scrunching up the padding!”

“Mine too,” you agreed, “it’s not gonna be easy to make this fit well.”

“Have you ever changed another person’s diaper before?” Ava asked, “because this is much more difficult.”

You thought for a second. “Hmm, come to think of it, no I haven’t. I’ve only changed myself.” You definitely didn’t imagine your first time as a changer would be with a mannequin. “I take it that you have?”

“Yeah,” Ava answered as she finally got around to taping her mannequin’s diaper. “Me and my roommate Randy change each other sometimes. She’s not an adult baby at all, but she’s absolutely obsessed with diapers. She even owns her own changing table and diaper pail!”

You smiled. “Heh, perks of finding a roommate on Fetlife.”

Ava nodded, now putting the clothes onto the mannequin, “Oh absolutely! I was beyond stoked about that when we moved in together. I was admittedly less stoked about her smoking habit. I can’t figure out what stinks more, her cigarettes or her diapers! But hey, I think the table and live-in changing partner make up for it.” She turned to you. “Hey can you help me lift my dollie onto the stand? She’s all dressed.” You helped Ava lift the mannequin and place it onto the stand, displaying it in the front window.

“Looks great! Now, can you help me with these shorts, Ava?” After the two of you practically wrestled with your mannequin to get the denim shorts on, you and Ava mounted and displayed the male figure next to his female counterpart. Even when worn by fake bodies, the Duckie clothes proved to accentuate thick diapers.

Ava pointed at the male mannequin. “I think I found a bigger dork than you!”

You pointed at the female mannequin. “Oh yeah? I bet that her diaper will be cleaner than yours by the end of the day!”

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Mommy J eventually came to the front to activate the sliding door, and praised the two of you for doing such a good job ‘playing dress-up’, which involved a pinch on the cheek to both of you.

Within an hour of opening, there was a steady flow of customers. Some knew exactly where to go, whether it be the Duckie clothing or restocking on changing supplies. Some people, though, asked for directions or your recommendations for products. You even used your experience from yesterday’s ‘buzzy time’ to help recommend a magic wand to some guy!

“Does it work on folks with, you know, guy parts?” He asked rather meekly.

You raised your eyebrows, “Speaking from experience, sir, I can assure you that this pairs VERY well with a wet diaper. You won’t be disappointed.”

The man picked up the box and went over to the checkout. “Uhh, thanks, dude, if you say so.”

You added ‘talked with a stranger about cumming in diapers’ to your brain’s list of things you never pictured yourself doing, right after ‘giving a mannequin a diaper change’.

The most notable visitor today was a woman wearing green running shorts and a sports bra. She was a proclaimed yoga instructor who was looking for the optimal diaper to wear during long yoga sessions. She claimed to be starting a section of themed yoga classes in response to the recent surge of ABDLs popularity. An odd request to be sure, but you and Ava were up to the challenge. You both recommend a cloth backed diaper.

“What does cloth backed mean?” The yoga instructor asked. “I’m new to all this stuff.”

“Allow me to explain!” Ava beamed. She turned to you and pointed at your diaper. “That’s a Little Learners, right?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, why?”

“Ok, pull your pants down.” Ava said.

“What? Why?” You got nervous.

“Just go with it.” Ava said. You complied and pulled your shorts down to fully reveal your diaper, albeit with the reddest face you’ve ever had.

Ava gave you a thumbs up and turned back to the woman. “So, there are two types of diapers.” Ava lifted her skirt revealing a diaper with fairies printed all over, “mine is plastic backed, meaning the outer shell is plastic. His is cloth backed,” Ava gestured to your diaper, “which is a lot more breathable. Better for an athletic woman such as yourself.”

The woman’s next request took you by surprise. “May I feel them?”

Ava nodded, skirt still lifted. “It’s fine by me!”

You certainly had no objections to a pretty woman feeling your diaper. “Fine by me, too.” The woman reached down and felt your diaper with one hand and Ava’s with the other. You felt her fingers glide across the padded surface. How embarrassing and exciting it was!

“Ohh yeah, I’ll definitely need a cloth backed diaper! I would burn up in the plastic ones!” The yoga lady selected some cloth backed diapers from a medical brand and went to checkout.

Like the engaged woman from yesterday, the yoga lady took up Mommy J’s offer for a ‘private diaper application tutorial’. She later waddled out from Mommy’s office, her neon shorts doing her no favors in regards to hiding her diaper. She expressed her approval and gave the three of you her business card, with the promise of discounted yoga lessons. (She also bought a pacifier that she clipped to her sports bra prior to leaving.)

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All in all, with the addition of a midday diaper change and nap, it was a pretty eventful day!

Much like yesterday, you and Ava were leaning on the conveyor checkout line upon the last customer’s departure. You were desperate for release by this point, and as soon as the last customer walked out you squatted down and released a monster fart, followed by a sizable mess that caked the inside of your diaper.

“What, no toast this time?” Ava asked. “Oh well, I don’t have to poop right now anyway. No denying you’re the yucky one today!”

You shrugged, “Hey, all in a day’s work. Oh, by the way, I think I’ll check out that Boosters joint tonight. That is, if the direct deposit has gone through.” You got your phone out to check.

Ava checked her phone as well. “It should have, normally does by now… yep, I got mine.”

Your bank app opened to reveal that your deposit hit as well. Not a bad payout for only 2 days of work! Five days worth of that pay rate every week seemed to be the cherry on top of an already amazing job. “Yeah, I’ve got enough to go out. Why not, I’ll go!”

Ava clapped her hands in excitement, “Ooh! How fun! You can meet Randy and I can show you what’s good there! Let’s take the bus after our change and buzzy!”

“Buzzies? Is it that time already?” Mommy overheard the conversation and approached you two. “Smells like someone is going to have a messy buzzy today!” Mommy J pulled back your waistband. “Pee-yew! You know things are bad when a mannequin has a cleaner diaper than you!”

“I already made that joke, Mommy!”

Mommy took you by the hand into her office, “Regardless, I think you need to be taken care of first! Come, little one!”

You took one last look back at Ava. “Once I’m done, I’ll wait for you!”

“Sounds good,” Ava called, “we can take the bus there!”

Chapter 5

You were on the changing table getting the buzzy time you had earned after such a long work day. Mommy J stroked the side of your head as she pressed the magic wand into your padded crotch. “Who’s a good baby boy who earned his buzzy time?”

You couldn’t even say so much as ‘I am, Mommy’, as the buzzing throughout your full diaper proved to be too intense. All you were capable of vocally was a series of gasps and grunts.

“Aww, is the baby boy shy?” Mommy cooed. “Maybe this will get you talking.” She pressed a button on the wand and the vibration became even more intense. That adjustment certainly made you say a few things. Well, ‘say’ was a bit of a stretch. I was more like a series of moans. You could feel the climax building up rather quickly at this point. Between the mess caking your bottom, the wet and squishy diaper vibrating intensely against you, and Mommy’s hand stroking your head, you didn’t last much longer and could feel yourself shoot off multiple sticky strands into your already maxed out diaper, coating it and yourself in warm, ooey-gooey cum. With how loud you were, there was no way Ava didn't hear something from outside the nursery office.

Mommy J put the buzzy wand away, and went to a nearby mini fridge, retrieving an amber-nippled bottle full of water. “My, my, you worked up quite a sweat! Drink up while I take care of your diaper, little one,” Mommy placed the bottle in your mouth, which you held up and suckled as Mommy removed your shoes, stockings, and shorts. “I overheard that you and Ava were going to Boosters after this. You should hydrate a bit before having some drinks. I just want my little ones to be safe.” Mommy J placed the stockings and shorts into a nearby hamper, and pulled out a mint green diaper from the changing table. This looked to be the same diaper Ava wore yesterday. “Alcohol can cause accidents, you know, so I can change you into a Magnum as well, if you'd prefer to have some protection for tonight. I already have a pack open anyway.”

Magnum was the top diaper from DryCare, which despite being a medical diaper brand, was popular among ABDLs for having a wide range of solid color diapers with insane liquid capacity. Still drinking your bottle, you nodded at Mommy’s offer to change you into one. There was no way you could pass up the opportunity to experience such a premium diaper.

Mommy J smiled, pinned her nose, and got to work changing your exhausted diaper into a fresh one. Only a seasoned Mommy could make changing a diaper that well-used look so easy. The speed with which your boss was able to rip open your tapes and wipe away any and all yuckyness from your bottom was still impressive to you. Before you knew it, the old diaper was removed, and you could feel the luxurious softness of a Magnum diaper beneath you, followed by a dusting of vanilla scented baby powder on your most sensitive areas. Using the utmost precision, she expertly lifted the front of the diaper up to your belly button before tucking the sides down into place and taping it securely shut. She checked the leak guards on either side, the sensation of her manicured nails on your inner thighs was always a highlight of changing time. The finishing result was a fit that was undeniably secure, while still being comfortable.

By now, you had drained your bottle, which Mommy took from you in order to remove your Duckie shirt to begin dressing you back into your casual clothes. Your normal length shirt and drawstring shorts did a decent job of concealing your padding visually, however the rustling was still quite noticeable as you walked back into the main area of the store, where Ava was leaning on the nearest wall. Ava looked up from her phone at you and smiled mischievously. “Have fun in there?”

You looked away and scratched the back of your head. “Uh, it was alright. Looks like it's your turn, I’ll wait here for you. Mommy heard about our plans and offered me a DryCare Magnum, by the way.”

Ava lit up. “My favorite! BRB, Dork!” Ava took off into the office, and you waited where she stood before. For the record, Ava didn’t seem to be any quieter than you during her own buzzy time.

A short wait later and Ava emerged in her street clothes. Her peach Cinnamoroll shirt and purple lounge shorts proved to be more revealing in regards to her diaper, which was a matching pastel green to yours. “Ok, let's head out!”

The bus stop was luckily only a few hundred yards away, and to the surprise of you and Ava, the bus that arrived displayed a giant ad for the Floofums product line of wipes, powder, and of course, diapers. “See that?” You pointed to the bus, “We’re even getting advertised to now!”

“I love that we’re finally getting positive mainstream attention,” Ava said as the two of you crinkled onto the bus and sat next to each other, “The world is learning that being in touch with your little side isn’t so bad!”

You nodded, “It’s starting to feel like I can finally express myself. Maybe I can wear my more toddler-y outfits out and about.”

Ava turned to you. “What would you wear?”

“I have this one shirt with stars and swirls on it. It looks like it was drawn by crayon. I also have dinosaur shirts. What about you?”

“Lots of pink! And purple! And peach!” Ava gestured at her current outfit. “Bonus points if something has snaps!”

“What’s your little age, by the way?” You inquired.

“I’m definitely a baby. Twenty-one, going on one is how I would describe it. I’ve even been looking into buying a crib. You sound more like a toddler, would I be correct?”

You nodded again. “I’m twenty-four, going on four! I sleep in a big boy bed, and play with plastic big boy toys.”

Ava put her hand up to her open mouth to appear shocked. “For the record, my dollies are much more sophisticated than you might think. They’ve even crowned me as their princess, so it's legally official that I’m royalty. You must refer to me as Princess Ava.”

“Ok, Princess Ava,” you chuckled, “where's your tiara then?”

Ava raised a finger. “At home, actually. No, I’m not kidding either.”

You continued your teasing. “Well, until I see that tiara, I’ll still call you ‘Ava-lanche’. Don't think I forgot about that.”

Ava crossed her arms in protest. “Meanie.”

You gestured to yourself. “If you are the princess, then I am the mighty king, and therefore superior-er than you. King T-Rex if you don’t mind.”

“Well, until I see your crown, you’re still Dino Dork.”

You paused. “Er…Fair enough.” You slumped down in defeat.

Ava changed the subject. “Hey, when we get to Boosters, I recommend ordering the Toddler Tots. Great appetizer. I also get this drink called a Change on the Beach.”

You tilted your head. “Is it like a Sex on the Beach?”

“Yeah, but served in a sippy cup!” Ava pointed out the window, “This is the stop!”

You and Ava ventured off the bus, and a few blocks later you arrived at a black and blue building. The Boosters logo, which had two baby bottle nipples in place of the O’s, was clearly visible. You and Ava walked in to be greeted by the hostess at her podium: a short girl with long blonde hair and a black top that was rather exposing of her chest.

“Welcome to Boosters,” the hostess welcomed, “home of pad-packing portions and bladder-bursting beverages! Table for two?”

Ava waved her hand. “No, just the bar tonight.”

The girl gestured deeper into the restaurant. The bar was at the back wall. “Of course! Right over there!” The two of you waddled past the hostess and into the dining area. On the way, you passed a few members of the wait staff, who wore similar busty black tops with Boosters logos and tiny blue compression shorts. You initially did a double take, as upon closer inspection, the waitresses were all wearing thick diapers that their tight shorts did little to hide.

As you and Ava got close to the bar, Ava yelled out, “Yo, Randy! Time for your diaper check!” A girl in her late 20’s looked up from behind the bar. She had a pixie undercut that was dyed green, black lipstick and fingernails, and an assortment of piercings and tattoos on her face and arms respectively.

“Give me a diaper check, and I’ll return the favor with a gut check!” Randy sneered, before walking out from behind the bar. She was wearing the same outfit as the other waitresses, bulging diaper and all. “Wassup girl!” Randy gave Ava a quick hug, “How was work?”

“Exhausting, just like every Saturday. But hey, I brought the new guy! His name is Dork. Short for Dino Dork.” Ava pointed to you.

Randy looked over to you and gave an upwards nod. “Sup. I’m Randy,” she extended her hand, which you shook. “Short for Miranda. Ava mentioned that the baby store hired someone.”

You introduced yourself to Randy, including your actual name. “That would be me, yes.”

She eyed you up and down. “Don’t look like much of a baby to me. You're just dressed like some guy. For your sake I hope you're padded if you plan on ordering anything here.”

“Oh, don't worry, I got a Magnum on.” You lifted your shirt with one hand and pulled the front of your shorts down with the other, exposing the landing zone of your diaper.

Randy nodded and smiled. “Alriiiiight! Legit! We’re twinning! DryCare is my go-to, although I usually go black.” Randy pulled down the front of her own shorts and gave you an eyeful of her black padding.

Ava piped up, “Tripleting, actually!” She exposed her own diaper.

“OK, looks like we all got good taste.” Randy waved back to the bar. “Now let's get some drinks goin’!”

Chapter 6

“Yeah, I had a really rough time with toilet training. Fucking loathed it, actually. I had accidents well into elementary school. Took even longer for me to start wiping my ass properly.”

Randy was in the middle of explaining the history of her kink from behind the bar as you and Ava enjoyed your oversized, alcoholic sippy cups. An empty plate that once held a serving of loaded Toddler Tots sat between you. Even though it was only the first round of drinks, Ava was correct about Randy making them extra strong, as both you and Ava began sharing quite personal details due to your lowered inhibitions.

You set your first empty cup down. “Yeah, I remember getting in trouble for skid marks a lot as a kid,” you explained. “I think I always secretly liked getting my underwear checked.”

“I wore Goodnites for multiple years,” Ava said as she finished her drink, “I remember I also liked getting them checked every morning. I started wetting on purpose when I started, you know, getting funny feelings down there.”

Randy took the empty sippy cups and began preparing a second round of drinks. “I remember when puberty started, I got the recurring urge to wet my pants. I finally did it one day and that seemed to open Pandora's Box. I kept wanting to pee myself, again and again. Eventually, that led to pooping myself, then stuffing towels into my underwear.”

“I did that too!” You exclaimed. “Man, those were desperate times.”

Ava nodded. “I used up so many rolls of paper towels doing that. My mom somehow never figured out why she ran out of them so fast.”

“Did you ever make one with paper towels and garbage bags?” You asked. Most uncomfortable thing in existence.”

“Worse,” Ava explained, “I cling wrapped it over and over around myself. Removing that after it was wet was absolutely disgusting.”

“I used bath towels,” Randy said as she set down the next round of drinks, “It starts to get really hard to explain the spike in laundry to your mom after a while, especially if it smells like piss or shit. Soon, though, I got my license. I started off with drugstore diapers, yech!” Randy pretended to gag. “Lame ass excuses for diapers! Couldn’t even hold one bladder full! But yeah, by then I figured that whatever fixation I had wasn’t going away. I did some research and found out about omorashi from there.”

Ava giggled mid-sip, “I remember I searched for ‘boys peeing their pants’ online! I didn’t know how to delete my history, either! That was SO embarrassing!”

“My first porn was girls farting compilations,” you said.

“I offered to fart in my first boyfriend’s face.” Randy said, “Didn’t have a boyfriend after that.”

“That’s nothing,” You said, “I asked a girl if I could call her Mommy on the first date.”

“Ohhh!” Randy and Ava both cringed.

“Ok, but anyway,” Randy explained, “I made a profile on an omorashi website. Heard about FetLife there, and joined that, too. That’s when I found out about DL.”

“Are you an AB?” you asked.

Randy shook her head. “Not at all. Just DL. Really, I have a thing for any and all bodily functions. Diapers are just an extension of that.”

“I heard you met Ava through FetLife.”

“Yeah, I made a posting on there about having an extra room in my apartment available. Rent was getting too expensive alone.”

“Why ask on FetLife, though?” you asked.

“Because I didn’t want to hide my fetish at home. It’s the only website where I could reasonably expect to find someone who’s fine with a roommate who’s pants are always soiled in one way or another.”

Ava smiled and held up a peace sign. “That’s where I come in! I needed somewhere to stay after getting a job at an ABDL store that just opened, and Randy was in the same city! I even offered her to work with me!”

“I could never work at Julia’s store,” Randy sighed. She was the first person you knew of to refer to her as Julia instead of Mommy J. “I know all about diapers, but nothing about adult baby stuff. I do get my diapers from there, though. Julia is a wizard at changing diapers, by the way.” You and Ava agreed in unison at that last sentence. By now your second round of drinks were drained, and you half-mindedly let your bladder empty into your diaper.

Randy started a third round of drinks as she continued. “Besides, I found this gig on FetLife not long after. I love drinking, and I love diapers. They naturally complement each other. Oh, hold up,” Randy paused in the middle of mixing drinks and let loose a series of several short farts, “Give me one second, guys, I gotta shit. Here, I’ll let you sickos watch.” Randy faced away from you and squatted slightly, bracing herself on the back shelf that displayed the bottles of liquor. Another fart roared from her butt, however this one was multiple seconds long. The stink filled the bar area quickly. “Hmmmmm-AUGH!” Randy grunted as you got the perfect view of her diaper expanding under the blue spandex shorts. She grunted a few more times, her diaper expanding more and more with each push. Finally, she stood back up and, without missing a beat, continued mixing drinks. “But yeah,” Randy continued, “I like my job as a Boosters Girl. I noticed that I get bigger tips when I’m messy, so I basically get paid to fill my pants with shit and stay in it. Not that I mind.”

“Well, I think my job is cool, too!” Ava argued. “I have to play with pacifiers and cute clothes all day! Plus I have a dork to keep me company now.”

“Why do you keep calling him that?” Randy asked as the third round of sippy cups was served.

Ava stifled laughter. “Oh, well get this! This guy proposed a toast to celebrate loading his diaper.”

You felt yourself turning red, half from the alcohol and half from embarrassment. “Nu-UH! You’re exaggerating! All I did was say ‘cheers’ before I messed myself.”

“Sounds like a toast to me.” Ava teased. “And a dorky one at that.” You blew a raspberry in response.

“Well, hey. How about we raise a real toast?” Randy offered. She poured herself a shot and held it up. You and Ava held your sippy cups up.

“Ok, to what?” You asked.

“Uh… I don’t know. I just wanted an excuse to take a shot.” Randy shrugged.

“I know!” Ava exclaimed, visibly buzzed. “To your SUPER DUPER new job working with the local princess!”

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Later, after the evening had concluded, you and Ava said goodbye to Randy, and took the bus back to your respective apartments. Your stop was earlier than Ava’s, so you said goodbye to her after exchanging numbers. “Text me when you’re home safe” You said as you exited the bus.

Eventually Ava reached her stop, and immediately squatted down upon leaving the bus. Moderately intoxicated and lacking any shame, she filled her diaper, which was already soaked from the multiple rounds of drinks, in plain view of the other passengers exiting behind her. Ava stood back up. “Whew! I was lucky I could hold it for THAT long!” She fanned her nose. “Sorry, folks!” Ava announced with slurred speech, “I should have gone easy on the Toddler Tots! Those always make me potty!” Ava completed her messy walk home. Upon arriving at her apartment, she sent a text declaring her safety, and then promptly collapsed on the couch.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Ava was awoken by the lights in the apartment being turned on. “Oh, hello there!” Randy greeted, “Sorry to wake you. Just got out of work. Couldn't even make it to your bed this time, huh, you lightweight?”

“I know you make those drinks stronger on purpose!” Ava yelled. “You looove getting me drunk for some reason.”

“Well, I hope you’re not too drunk to help me change,” Randy slid her shorts off. “I’m still in the same diaper that I was wearing when you left. If you change me then I’ll change you, because I know the food at Boosters makes you shit yourself, and I can smell it.”

“Deal, hop on.” Ava groggily rose up and over to Randy's changing table, which was strategically set up in the living room next to a window and in view of the TV. Randy waddled over and opened the nearby window before climbing up to get changed. She reached into a side compartment and withdrew a cigarette and lighter.

Ava shook her head. “Why do you insist on smoking every time I change your diaper?”

“I know, I know, I should really quit,” Randy sighed as she lit her cigarette and took a drag while laying on her back. She held it between her index and middle finger, and blew a puff of smoke out the window. “But for your information, this helps to mask the stink of dirty diapers.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, masking one stink with another.” She untaped Randy’s diaper and her eyes went wide. “Wow, Randy! You pottied a ton!”

“Pottied? Why do you never swear?” Randy asked before taking another drag. “The worst I’ve heard from you is ‘hell’. Just call it shit like everyone else.”

“Little girls do not swear, Randy! We’ve been over this,” Ava said as she wiped her roommate’s mess away. “As for you, you are both a pottymouth AND a potty pants!”

Randy took another drag. “Easy there, hotshot. The liquor’s gotten you riled up huh? Oh, by the way, blue DryCare Magnum, and extra powder, please.”

“Ok, lift up.” Randy lifted her bottom up, and Ava slid the sky blue diaper under her roommate’s lifted rear before rolling up and depositing the soiled black Magnum into the nearby diaper pail. “Ok, you can place your bum down now.”

Randy settled herself on the fresh diaper. “That’s another one, see!” She took another drag off her cigarette as Ava clouded her crotch with powder “I do not have a ‘bum’! I have an ASS!” She put extra emphasis on the swear.

Ava lifted the front of the diaper up to Randy’s bellybutton. “I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me, and I’ll tell you now that you’re not gonna get it.”

Randy took a long drag. Ava was correct, Randy liked playfully stirring up her roommate whenever she was under the influence. It was just too cute. If cursing wouldn’t get under skin, Randy would have to try something else. She blew another cloud of smoke out the window. “Say Ava, does that new little boyfriend of yours ever swear?”

Ava looked up from fastening the tapes of Randy’s diaper and made eye contact. “Nice try, meanie. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a major Dork! He’s twenty four and plays with dinosaur toys!”

“Ava please, it’s BITCH, not ‘meanie’. And he likes dinosaurs, so what?” Randy smirked. “You’re twenty one and play with dolls. Seems like the perfect match.”

Ava stamped her foot. “Not the point! He’s not my boyfriend! And your diaper is done.”

“OK, if you say so, he’s not your boyfriend.” Randy took a final drag of her cigarette and looked down. “Hey, not a bad tape job from someone who’s hammered!” She put her cigarette out into a nearby ashtray and patted her fresh diaper. “Man, that was overdue. Ok, your turn!”

The two switched places, as now it was Randy’s turn to change Ava.

Randy pulled off Ava’s shorts. “Ok, but before I take your diaper off, humor me. Do you like him, though?” She asked.

Ava sighed and stared at the ceiling. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Yep.”

“OK, fine! I think that he’s adorable, Randy! I can tell that he's so in tune with his little side, and it’s fu- freaking adorable, OK? I just wanna pin him down and grind our diapers together!” Ava got up from the changing table and drunkenly waddled over to her room.

Randy called out, “Hey, where are you going? I haven't changed you yet.”

Ava closed her door. “I’m having too many big girl thoughts! I need to make stickies, and THEN you can change me!”

“Fine!” Randy answered. “But it’s called CUMMING, not making stickies!”

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My Strange New Job, and ABDL story chapters 1-3

Hello all, It’s me, StinkyBlouse! I am moving from r/abdlstories to Tumblr. I have preserved the first 6 chapters of my story My Strange New Job. Chapter 1,2 and 3 are in this post. I will post 4, 5, and 6 shortly. Yes, I plan to continue the story and will post it on here. I have not started writing chapter 7 yet, but it will come.

Chapter 1

You were here, and the place wasn’t honestly what you had assumed it would look like. The building was modestly sized and unassuming, built from light brown bricks and sporting barred windows. An unilluminated OPEN sign was visible through the bars. The only tell that this was your intended destination was the small decal on the automatic sliding door, a logo for Mommy J’s Ageplay Boutique.

This was the place that you had interviewed on the phone for the better part of an hour yesterday. You and the supposed owner of the store, a woman named Julia, discussed all things ABDL. Evidently, your knowledge of this kink impressed Julia enough for her to offer you a job. It was odd to you that a job position was posted on Fetlife of all places, and double odd that the interview was over the phone, but hey, it was something you liked and the pay was handsome. Why not at least give it a shot? At the very least, you were intrigued that one of the things listed under the job benefits was ‘daily buzzy offered as reward for good work.’

This place was clearly not open yet, as the sliding door didn’t open as you came close, but you were here 30 minutes before business hours, as per request of Julia. There was a car parked here, so someone else was here clearly. You knocked in a hope to get somewhere.

After a knock, you see a figure walk up and unlock the door. With a robotic chime, the door slid open to reveal a woman who wore a blazer and miniskirt combo that rode the line between professional and naughty. Her black hair was tied up in a neat bun, showing off a streak of white on one side of her head. Atop her pointed nose sat cat-eye glasses, and upon her cheek sat a single small mole. But her most defining feature was her bright red lipstick… that and the fact that she was a few inches taller than you.

“Are you the boy from Fetlife?” her buttery voice asked.

You were slightly intimidated, and tripped on your words, “Yes, yes ma’am.”

“Awww, don’t be nervous,” The woman teased. “My name is Julia Simmons. Pleasure to meet you in person." You shook her outstretched hand and introduced yourself. She smiled, "Step inside, won't you?”

The sight that greeted you inside was an interesting one. This interior was drab, with white tile floors and fluorescent lights. The generic shelves that looked as though they were plucked from a bankrupt K-Mart were arranged into aisles of diapers, onesies, littles outfits, pacifiers, changing supplies, self-assembly cribs and changing tables, and even some light bondage gear. In one corner of the store was a quarter-circle mounted curtain labeled as a dressing room. Next to you at the front door was a row of metal shopping carts which varied wildly in both color and amount of wear. Near the front were two small conveyor belt style checkout counters. The shelves containing the wide selection of diapers took up the entire wall on the far end.

Julia gestured broadly, “This is my humble storefront. I know it hardly inspires childlike wonder, and yes, I know the dressing room is just a curtain in a corner, but it's practical, at least.”

She began walking about the store and you followed. Julia explained, “With the growing mainstream popularity of ABDL, I saw a business opportunity, and rushed to open the first store in the city of Central Bay to cater to that audience. It used to be an Indian food market, actually. Random choice, I know, but the property was a good price and the interior was already set up in the way I wanted. It took a while before the smell of spice turned into the smell of baby powder, though. Believe me, I'm planning on either moving or remodeling when I get the chance."

You took in your surroundings for another moment. You interjected, “The fact that a store like this is real to begin with is already a dream come true!" You said, feeling your nerves had calmed down a fair bit upon the sight of this store.

“I’m delighted you think so!" Julia smiled a warm smile. "Come to my office, won’t you?”

You followed Julia to her simple office, complete with a wooden desk holding a sleek, modern computer. It seemed a bit cramped, however, as the rest of the room behind the desk was obscured by a thick maroon curtain.

“Have a seat, dear.” Julia invited. She sat at her desk and you sat on the opposite side, facing her. “I was really impressed with our phone conversation yesterday, and I think you would fit in wonderfully. I hope you read the job description in regards to the work environment… I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

This is the part you were anticipating. Were the working conditions really like how the job listing described? Perhaps, that’s why the listing was posted to Fetlife; it narrowed the applicant pool only to those who would be ok with such an environment. And for you, the description seems too good to be true.

She continued, “To work at Mommy J’s, you must understand the power dynamic. My employees are not just my workers, but they’re also my precious little babies. My friends call me Julia Simmons, but you will refer to me as either Mommy J or just Mommy. And as my little one, you understand that Mommy is in charge of when you work, how you work, and what you wear while you work. I reward good babies, and punish bad babies. That means that good babies get buzzy time, and bad babies may be spanked, humiliated, or caged. Is that clear?”

You could feel a large smile form on your face. This is the kinkiest work environment possible. “Yes, that sounds amazing actually!”

“Yes, who?” Mommy J asked.

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy J’s face lit up with that response. “Very good!” she cooed, before standing up from her desk and extending her hand to you. “If you are up to the job, and all that it entails, just shake my hand and you’ll be my newest little team member.” You stood up and stared at the manicured, French nail-ed hand before you. Without another thought, you shook it firmly.

“Well, then, I’m glad to welcome you as the newest little team member! Now, before we open, let me show you the ropes. Here is where the very special employees lounge is.” Mommy J split open the curtain behind her desk to reveal a scene that you could hardly believe. A full size adult changing table, many shelves containing dozens of neatly folded diapers in a variety of designs, and a large wardrobe. The wall and furniture were even painted in pinks and blues, a sharp contrast to the gray on the other side of the curtain.

“What do you think, little one?”

“It’s amazing, Mommy!” You could feel your little side bubbling to the surface.

“I’m glad you like it! Let's talk about uniforms,” Mommy J said, walking into the newly unveiled area. “When you report to work, I will change you into your work attire. Let’s go over that, shall we? Off with those boring adult clothes, and on to the changing table, sweetie.” You stripped to the nude and lay down on the changing table. Mommy walks over with a diaper in her hand, white all over, but the landing strip shows a simple baby block pattern.

She looks at your exposed body. “I can see you’re shaven down there. Good baby.” As a regular diaper wearer, you found that being bald in the crotch made wearing easier.

She holds the diaper in front of your face. “Pop quiz. What diaper is this?”

You could identify it immediately. “That's a Baby Blocks diaper, by Fluffums.”

“Good job. Lift your bum up.” You feel your cheeks turning red as Mommy J slides the diaper under you. After some careful adjustment, Mommy J opens a drawer on the side of the changing table and pulls out baby powder. She continues on as she sprinkles the powder, “All of my babies are never allowed to use the toilet at work, OK?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy J lifts the front of the diaper over your powdered crotch. “And all of my babies must never change their own diapers. That belongs to mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy J begins taping your diaper securely shut. “And only mommy decides when to change you. That means I will check your diaper as often, or as little, as I want.”

“Yes, Mommy.” Your stomach was full of butterflies by this point, the experience of getting your diaper changed by a mommy was almost too much.

“Ah, such a good baby boy!” Mommy J cooes and pats your padded dick. “You look so cute in your little diapers!”

You must have died and gone to Heaven, surely!

Mommy J takes your hand and helps you onto your feet, and then leads you to another shelf in the room. As you walk, you notice that these diapers have a waistband that goes all the way up to your belly button, a Fluffums trademark. Your stride is much more of a waddle when wearing this diaper. The diaper makes an audible crinkle with every movement as well.

Mommy J pulls out a red shirt from the wardrobe. It isn’t very long in the torso, so it would leave your diaper completely exposed. There was a small yellow duckie embroidered in the front left, like where a logo would be on a polo. You recognize this as clothes from the Duckie brand. “This would be adorable on you! Arms up!” You oblige and your new boss dresses you in the shirt. The bottom barely makes contact with your diaper’s waistband.

“Just a few more things,” Mommy walks over to one of the shelves and grabs a pair of white and red striped thigh high stockings, and a pair of denim shorts. Just like the shirt, one of the legs of the shorts had a yellow duckie sewn in.

“Let’s put on your stockings so your legs don’t get cold,” Mommy said as you began to thread your foot through the open stocking. Mommy helped pull your stockings up to your thighs, fully encasing your legs in striped warmth. Next came the shorts, which did little in regard to hiding your diaper. The shorts were tight enough to visibly bulge, and low rise enough to leave the top few inches of the diaper visible.

Mommy then helped you put your shoes back on. “What does the baby think of his uniform?” Mommy J asked.

You looked down at yourself. The ensemble was undeniably that of a little boy. There was absolutely no hiding your diapered state. Sure, you’ve seen a fair share of public passers-by dressed babyish, and you’ve seen the occasional subtle diaper bulge under strangers’ clothes, but this amount of diaper exposure was bold, even with the amount of ABDL acceptance locally.

“Well, it’s certainly authentic!” You answered.

Mommy J smiled in delight and patted your poofy bottom. “That’s a good baby! Come, let’s go out front,” she once again took you by the hand and started leading you out to the front, “You have some things to learn before we open and Ava gets here.”

“Who’s Ava?”

“Why, she’s my other little one who you’ll be working with! She’s a fellow ABDL and baby girl. I’m sure she’ll be happy to know that some of the workload will be shared now. But I have to change her into uniform as well when she arrives, which could be any minute! I’ll show you where things are stocked as much as possible before then.”

And so the tour began. Every aspect of ABDL life you could think of was stocked here. There were designated spaces for pacifiers, paci clips, snap crotch onesies, footed sleepers, baby powder, wipes, changing mats, lotions, oversized baby toys, plushies, spanking paddles, and that wasn’t even listing everything! There were more things here than you had ever dreamed of owning. And as mentioned before, the diaper selection was truly impressive, taking up the whole far wall. It would probably take you months to exhaust a diaper supply of that size, if you were really hydrated. Near the back was a scratched up pair of swinging doors leading to the stock rooms, which wasn’t much more than ceiling height metal racks, stacked full of brown boxes. Luckily the different types of stock were labeled, so you could find things easily when needed.

As you were shown the layout of the store, you still felt thoughts of your outfit rattling in the back of your mind. You wondered, Were customers used to seeing this? Was the other girl -what was her name again- Ava! Would she have a similar uniform?

You piped up. “Mommy, how do customers react to the uniform?”

“Very positively actually. You see, I have this uniform because people who buy diapers tend to trust advice from other people who wear diapers. And they’ll trust you, because there's no hiding that diaper of yours dressed like that, dear.”

I suppose the reasoning behind it was sound enough: You would trust someone who wears diapers to sell you diapers, but this seemed a little on the nose.

Eventually, Mommy J was showing you how the conveyor belt and checkout system worked when the door’s robotic beep sounded. In walked a girl with long black hair wearing a white tank top with Hello Kitty on it. She also wore high top shoes, and pink leggings. Mommy J looked up at her and motioned over. “Ah, there you are Ava! Come say hello to our new arrival!”

Ava skipped over and looked you up and down before extending her hand. “Hi, there!” Her high pitched voice chimed, “My name's Ava! I’m an expert in all things pink, princess, and padding.” You shook her hand as she said her clearly rehearsed introduction. “Cute Duckie outfit! How do you like the dress code?” She asked.

You blushed at the reminder of your attire, especially in the presence of a girl your age. “Still getting used to it.” You looked down at your diaper, bulging and peeking through your denim shorts. “Man, this almost feels more exposing than if I had nothing covering my diaper.!”

Ava smirked. “Too bad for you, though, because my uniforms are waaayyy cuter! You’ll see!” She looked at Mommy J. “Let’s go find an outfit, Mommy!”

Mommy J took Ava by the hand and led her back to the office. “Be right back, dear. When Ava gets dressed, we are open for business!”

Chapter 2

After a few minutes, Mommy J emerged from the back office and was absolutely beaming. “Now that I have two babies, I can model both the boys and girls version of new clothing releases! The new Duckie line looks splendid on you both!”

You had heard about the new startup called Duckie Clothing, who designed premium ABDL outfits that were designed to complement thick diapers. Your current getup seemed almost too perfectly tailored with your own padding to not be intentional.

After Mommy J’s statement, Ava followed out displaying her own outfit, one equally as juvenile as yours. She sported a pink crop top and purple flared skirt, both displaying the same yellow duckie that your outfit did. Her arms and legs had pink striped arm warmers and thigh highs respectively. Her hair was tied into high pigtails which were still long enough to drape over her shoulders.

Ava’s outfit was also clearly designed to accentuate the mint green diaper she was obviously wearing. However, unlike the waistband of your diaper being exposed over the top of your shorts, Ava’s high-waisted skirt left the bottom of her diaper visible. It was impossible not to notice almost immediately. You had never seen a girl with such exposed padding in person before.

“Yoo-hoo coworker! I told you I would be cuter!” Ava stuck her tongue out at you.

Mommy J walked over to the sliding door and pressed some buttons on the keypad. The door chimed, and the light above turned from red to green. “And we are open! I expect to sell a lot of Duckie outfits, so model them well, little ones!” Mommy J walked up to you and ruffled your hair. “One more thing I forgot to mention, the door code is 2235. Now, don’t be afraid to ask me or Ava for anything. I promise she doesn’t bite.”

“No, I do bite! Just when Mommy isn’t looking.”

“Little girl, be nice or that’s going to be a spanking during your next change.” Your coworker turned red at the threat. “Anyway, naptime break is in a few hours. You’ll likely get a diaper change then. Have a happy first day, sweetie! I’ll be in the office.”

Once Mommy J was out of sight, Ava crinkled over and tapped you on the nose. “Follow me! We need to restock the wipies before any custies arrive!” Before you had time to process the cutesy way of saying ‘wipes’ and ‘customer’, Ava began skipping across the store to the stock room. Her pace was impressively fast, and you struggled to keep up with the bulk strapped to your crotch.

“Hey, wait up!”

By the time you reached the stock room door, Ava burst out and thrust a large cardboard box into your chest. “Wipies go on aisle three! Take this box and I’ll be right there!”

Another waddle across the store led you to aisle three, which was dedicated to changing supplies. Between the changing mats and baby powder you found the wipes, of which there were several different brands. You opened your box and began placing your specific wipes in their designated place on the bottom shelf, which required you to kneel down. Upon kneeling, you could feel your shorts riding down and exposing even more of your diaper, which you tried in vain to pull back up.

Ava approached with a similar sized box and began stocking wipes nearby, although her brand was on a higher shelf, which left her standing with her diaper on near full display close to your face. Overcome by curiosity, you took a few long glances at her poofy, mint green bottom between stocking.

Ava spoke and brought you back to reality, “So, you must be on Fetlife, since you got a job here, right?”

“Yes. You?”

Ava nodded. “Yep! I met Mommy J there, and I met my roommate there also. She also got her job through Fetlife.”

You were shocked. “What other place is looking for employees on Fetlife!? I thought it was crazy that even one place was!”

Ava reached into her box and started stacking a new row of wipes. “She’s a bartender at a place downtown called Boosters. It’s kind of like a diaper version of Hooters.”

“Wow… I guess there’s enough business for that to justify its existence?”

Ava looked at you and nodded. “Oh, yeah, totally. ABDL has been exploding lately, especially here in Central Bay. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed a few out and about.”

You shrugged, “I have, I just didn’t think it was that popular.”

“I mean, look at this place! Wouldn’t exist if there wasn’t the clientele.” As if on cue, the door chimed. “Hold on, keep stocking.” Ava sprang over to the front. “Welcome to Mommy J’s! What are you looking for today?”

You stood up to see a middle aged couple at the entrance. “I see you’re wearing the Duckie clothes. Do you have any in stock? We've been dying to try it.” The woman said.

“Why, yes, we just got it in yesterday!” Ava looked across the store at you and gestured with her head. You took the hint and hurried over. “Me and my coworker are modeling them today so that you can get a close-up look!” Ava gestured to your shorts. “As you can see, they fit great with even the thickest diapers! Ladies get a great diaper peek from the bottom, and fellas get a peek from the waistband.” You could feel yourself turning red with the attention brought to your already obvious diaper.

“Can we try sizes?” The rotund, salt and pepper haired man asked.

Ava gestured to the corner curtain. “Our dressing room is next to the clothing.” The man and woman thanked the both of you and made their way over. Ava looked at you. “See, all kinds of people!”

+++

A few minutes later, the couple was checking out with Ava and another chime was heard, this time accompanied by the entrance of a short woman, about 30, in a t-shirt and jeans. She was looking around with wide eyes at the store. Ava was busy helping the couple, so you stepped in. “Welcome to Mommy J’s! What are you looking for today?”

The woman’s eyes widened even further at the sight of you. “Oh, you seem to be a… wearer of diapers. I was looking to get some… diapers myself.” She was clearly nervous. “Is that a weird thing to ask?”

“No worries, you’ve come to the right place!” You chimed. “Any specific brand you had in mind?”

“That’s the problem, and why I’m here.” The woman said. “My fiancé expressed interest in this, and I wanted to surprise him tonight. I tried doing some research online, and the selection was overwhelming!”

“Oh, so have you worn a diaper before?”

The woman shook her head. “Not since before preschool.”

“Ah! Follow me, I can show you our selection.” You led the woman to the diapers.

She looked at the selection with her mouth agape. “See, there’s so many kinds! Which one should I pick?”

You scratched your chin. “Are you wanting something thick or discreet?”

“He said the thicker, the better!”

“Ok, and are you looking for something with a babyish design?”

The woman nodded vigorously. “He said something cute!”

You knew exactly what to recommend. You went over and grabbed a package of Double T brand diapers from the shelf. “You’ll want the Zookeepers diapers. They have adorable zoo animals all over! Plus, the tapes are hook and loop, so for a diaper newbie, you can refasten the fit as much as you like. And, I don’t know if you plan on peeing, but Double T stands for Thick and Thirsty. I’ve tried a few over the years and can confirm they live up to the name.”

The woman took the package and examined it. “How cute! I love it! And, yes, I intend… to wet myself.” The woman hesitated, clearly not prepared to ever say that combination of words.

All the talk of wetting alerted you that your own bladder was aching for release. You put that thought on the backburner and spoke again. “Ok, if you plan on wetting I would recommend some powder as well. Follow me.” Back at the changing supply aisle, you led the woman to the baby powders and invited her to pick her favorite scent. Ava had since returned to the aisle to finish stocking the wipes.

As she was smell testing the various powders, you took the opportunity to pee yourself with less attention on you, naughtily feeling the warm wetness seep into your eager diaper. Your already bulging diaper was even more visibly swollen now.

The woman broke your concentration mid-wetting, “The lavender powder smells wonderful!”

Ava spoke up. “We have lavender wipes as well!”

+++

Between then and being rang up, the woman had picked up lavender powder, wipes, and a changing mat to accompany her Zookeeper diapers. Ava helped you scan, as this was your first sale.

While the woman finished paying, Mommy J emerged from her office. “You’re a new face around here! I trust my little ones helped you find everything?”

The woman nodded. “Oh yes, I’m new to this, and they were most helpful. I didn’t even consider needing powder or wipes!” The woman paused. “Just one more thing, though… how do I put it on?”

Mommy J smiled. “I’d be willing to assist you using those supplies you just purchased, if that’s quite alright dear.”

The customer raised an eyebrow.

“Mommy teaches new people how to put on diapers all the time,” Ava chimed in, “Plus, she changes me daily!”

The woman seemed to be both relaxed and weirded out by that statement. “Well, you people are the experts. Plus my fiancée would be happily surprised if I came home suddenly wearing one. Sure, uh, Mommy, I’ll take you up on the, uh, diaper change.”

“Splendid! Come with me, darling!” Mommy J led the woman to the back.

Ava turned to you and held her hands up. “Hey, double high five!” You returned the offer and smacked your hands on hers. “That was impressive!”

You tilted your head. “Why?”

“Not only did you convince someone on the fence to buy diapers, but you also got them to buy changing supplies as well! Of course, I helped as well, no need to thank me.” Ava brushed her hair at her sarcastic comment. “Mommy’s gonna love that! Now that lady could be a repeat custie!”

Not long after, Mommy J and the woman emerged, the latter sporting a bulge that her jeans did little to hide.

“And that’s about it!” Mommy J said, “you’re all powdered and padded up!”

“Well?” Ava asked, “Did we convert you?”

The woman pointed at you. “You weren’t lying, these are THICK!” She looked down and grabbed her crotch. “And the diaper change was… an experience for sure. But I definitely didn’t hate it! I’m sure my fiancé and I will be back for more diapers one day! Now I just have to learn to walk with… this between my legs! Thank you all!” She shook Mommy’s hand and toddled out, purchased supplies in tow.

Mommy J approached the two of you at the checkout. “Now that we’re alone, diaper check!” Mommy squished the exposed diaper under Ava’s skirt, and pulled your waistband back in a flash. She then ruffled both of your heads.

“Oh my, I have two wet babies! Good thing your diapers can hold so much.” Mommy J leaned in closer. “And by the way, excellent job on the sale just now. Keep that up and you’ll both have a buzzy reward when we close.” Mommy J casually returned to her office after that statement like it was nothing.

Ava looked smug. “Told you. I think you’ll be just fine here.”

Chapter 3

As you understood it, the work schedule was as follows: the store operates from 11 to 8, Tuesday through Saturday. Sunday and Monday would serve as off days as a result. Today was Friday, so you had one more day before time off. Saturday was also the day of the weekly direct deposit, so you had that to look forward to. The day was broken up by a diaper change and 45 minute nap in the nursery of Mommy’s office, which you and Ava would, going forward, rotate out on during the midpoint of business hours, where there was a noticeable lull in visitors. The impressively sturdy crib served as a nice refuge during the busy day.

It was nearing the end of your first day working at Mommy J’s Ageplay Boutique. You had helped a steady flow of customers throughout most of the day, from people looking to buy the Duckie clothing line, to supposed regulars restocking on padding and changing supplies. It was now 20 minutes to 8, and the only remaining customer had just left with a haul of 6 new pacifiers. After he exited, you and Ava both leaned onto a conveyor style checkout table, the fatigue of a full work day clearly setting in for both of you. Your diaper was warm and swollen, and a sneaky glance proved that Ava was quite wet as well. Mommy was making a lap around the store, checking inventory with a clipboard.

Ava looked at you. “You made it! I’ll be honest, that was pretty busy, even for Friday. I’m sure tomorrow will be even busier.”

You smiled. “Heh, I can see why the extra help was wanted here now.”

“You tired?” asked Ava.

You took a few seconds to respond. “...Hungry. I have some leftovers at home I’ve been thinking about all day.”

Ava lightly smacked the table. “Hey, remind me to show you that Boosters restaurant that I mentioned earlier. I know you said you have food at home today, but some other day, you know? Randy makes the drinks extra strong for me when I go in.”

“Who’s Randy?”

“Oh, she’s my roommate who I met on FetLife. Randy is short for Miranda, according to her. Not sure how that works, but OK. She’s… definitely a character. She claims I’m a lightweight but she’s wrong!”

You stretched your head to one extreme side, letting out a few loud pops. “Maybe I'll check it out tomorrow. Is the food good?”

“The food is great but it makes my tummy hurt! It always makes me have a messy accident!” Ava paused for a minute, almost as if she suddenly realized something. “Mmmph!” She grunted, and a less than subtle fart echoed from her direction. “Speaking of!” Ava balled her fists and scrunched her face, and her already soaked diaper began to slightly expand in the back. The stink of a freshly messed diaper hit your nostrils as Ava exhaled. “Whew! No better way to end a day of work!”

You fanned your nose in response, half mockingly and half out of necessity. “Ava! Give a better heads up next time!”

Ava looked oddly proud of herself. “They don’t call me ‘The Ava-lanche’ for nothing! Besides, it's not like we're, you know, wearing diapers or anything? Aren't you gonna mess today? Mommy would change you when we close in a few minutes.”

You got nervous. “I mean, I have been holding it for a while. I just didn’t want to be rude and stink up the place.”

“True, I try not to do it in front of customers unless I reaaaallllly can’t hold it, and usually Mommy changes me immediately in those cases. But the customers are gone, so you can let ‘er rip! It’s not like Mommy and I aren’t expecting it.”

You nodded once at Ava. “Well… OK then!” You lifted a leg up off the floor slightly. “To a successful first day at my new job! Cheers!”

Before you started pushing, Ava suddenly burst out laughing. “PSSSHHHHAHAHA!”

You tensed up and placed your foot back on the floor, diaper un-messed. “What’s so funny!? What did I do?”

Ava gasped a few times and wiped a tear away. “What is this, a wedding!? Why did you raise a toast to pooping your pants!? ‘Cheers!’ HAHAHA! No offense, but you’re a dork!”

You relaxed at the realization that it wasn’t anything serious. Two could play at that game! “Big words coming from ‘The Ava-lanche’! I think you’re the dork here.”

Ava stuck her tongue out defensively. “Nuh-UH! I’m a PWINCESS and you’re a DORK! D-O-R-K!” She jabbed you with her finger as she said each letter.

You raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh. “You, a pwincess!? As if! You are so full of it!” You pointed at Ava’s crotch. “And, so is your diaper!”

Ava playfully responded with a ‘how dare you’ face.

“But hey, that’s ok,” you reassured. You once again lifted your leg and pushed, filling your diaper with smelly mush. As you filled the diaper’s remaining empty space, your shorts compressed the mess against your backside slightly. A new stench filled the air. “…Because, now mine is as well!”

Ava placed a hand on your shoulder and giggled one last time. “With you around, work is gonna be lots more fun, I can feel it,” Ava pinched her nose closed, “even though you’re a stinky dork! Pee-yew!”

“I hear some fussing! Are my babies behaving?” Mommy J’s voice called as she approached the two of you. “And my oh my, what is that smell!?”

You acted fast and pointed at Ava. “Mommy, she made a poopy! She’s yucky!”

“Nuh-UH!” Ava pointed back at you. “HE’S the poopy one! He’s gross!”

Mommy raised her hands defensively. “Settle down, little ones! The day is almost over!” She adjusted her glasses. “Looks like there’s some accusations going around. There’s only one way to settle this.” Mommy J pulled back your waistband, and then did the same to Ava. Mommy shook her head, “Oh dear, looks like you’re BOTH poopy. But that’s OK, you’re just toddlers, after all. Nobody expects toddlers to keep their pants clean. Tell you what, since you both did such a good job today, I will give you both a buzzy if you each admit having an accident. Deal?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You and Ava said in sync.

Mommy J crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Well? I’m waiting.”

Ava touched the tips of her index fingers together. “I pooped my diapee, Mommy.”

Mommy J turned to you. “Young man? What about you?”

You lowered your head. “I pooped in my diapee.”

“Ahem.” Mommy cleared her throat.

You stammered the following word out. “…Mommy.”

Mommy J did a small clap. “Ah! Very good, little ones! Now, who would like their buzzy and a change first?”

You gestured to Ava, “Ladies first!” Mommy J grabbed Ava’s hand and led her to the office.

“I’m not a lady!” Ava objected as she and Mommy disappeared into the back. “I am a pwincess!” Not long after, you could hear ecstatic moaning coming from the back, followed by a few minutes of silence. You let another small stream of urine out to pass the time.

Ava emerged from the back, wearing the same tank top, and leggings that she walked in wearing this morning, however, there was the addition of a fresh, white diaper peeking and bulging from her leggings. Ava skipped to the front door, waving at you along the way. “Later, dork! See you tomorrow!”

Before you could get a response in, you felt your hand being led by Mommy into the back office. Even though you knew you were being rewarded, you still felt nervous. Once you arrived at the changing table, Mommy J patted its vinyl surface. “Lay down, little one.” Your heart sank as you obliged and lay upon the table, feeling your mess compress even further from the added weight. Mommy J held up a blue and white object that looked big enough to bludgeon someone to death with. She pressed a button and the bulb on top began to vibrate. A magic wand! You had heard stories of how well they paired with full diapers, but had never seen one up close before now.

“You did an amazing job today, sweetie! You’re a natural salesbaby. Let me show you what happens to good employees!” Mommy pressed the wand against your bulging shorts. Wow! Entire front of your diaper was vibrating! The warm, squishy padding from your fresh pee only enhanced the pleasure. You covered your face to hide your excitement. “Aww, poor thing!” Mommy teased. “Poor baby made a smelly diaper! Let Mommy take care of that.” She pressed a button and the vibration got more intense.

“Mmmph!” You couldn’t help but moan at the change in speed. Practically, your whole diaper, including your mess was vibrating now. The pleasure was too much to take and you quickly lost control as you spurted sticky cum all over the inside of your diaper. You couldn’t control your loud moaning at this point. You could feel the sticky load coating your crotch and rear end.

“Aww, such a cute, helpless baby!” Mommy cooed. “Did you like your buzzy time?”

You could barely muster the focus to nod your head.

You could feel Mommy J remove your shoes, and then slide your shorts off. “Alright, baby, time for the important question.” You looked up at Mommy in your afterglow. “Since you’re about to leave, would you rather I change you back into your big boy undies or a fresh diapee?”

“Uh,” you were still finding your bearings after your mind had just melted. “I feel like a diaper, Mommy.”

“I figured,” Mommy said, placing a clothespin on her nose, then yours. “Now lets see the damage.” She ripped the tapes and opened your diaper. Despite how messy and sticky you felt, Mommy was unfazed. “Meh, I’ve seen worse.” Was referring to previous changes with Ava?

With expert speed and precision, your boss wiped your big boy parts clean, and you soon felt refreshed in your nether region. Mommy unfolded and fluffed a new diaper and placed it under you before rolling up your comically soiled diaper into a taped up ball and discarding it into a giant diaper pail nearby. After a dusting of baby powder, your diaper was lifted over and taped shut. You could see that this garment sported a design of blue and orange dinosaurs. Mommy then removed the clothespins from all noses in the room.

Mommy J spoke as she helped you back into your normal clothes, “tomorrow is Saturday, little one. One more day and then you get to enjoy time off!” She buttoned the last button on your shirt, “I truly am happy with your performance. Bring that spirit tomorrow, mkay?”

You nodded. “Yes, Mommy, I will. Thank you. For the job, the feedback, and… the buzzy.” You felt the blush spread across your face. You headed for the exit. “See you tomorrow, Mommy!”

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