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chapter1
The sign reading "Innovative New Relaxation Treatment" was all Angela Rivers need to enter. She'd been feeling constantly restless for the last couple months. Her recent promotion to sales manager came with more money, but also more responsibilities. She had to let several people go to save money. While it was the right call, it also made her worry about having to make more difficult decisions.
She would try relaxing through yoga and drinking tea, but those felt too easy and never really stuck. For weeks, she'd be promising she'd go to a spa. Now, she had basically stumbled upon one. She wasn't sure if she would go in, but she knew she would check it out.
When she entered, she noticed how quaint it felt. The reception area seemed like a bit of a fixer-upper, but she figured that would mean a more reasonable rate. As long as it was in decent enough shape, she would stick around. The relaxing music had already begun to entice her.
"Welcome to Padded Bliss," the receptionist cheerfully greeted her. "is this your first time here?"
"Yes," Angela said.
"All right! Well, I'll let you look at our package options. For this month, we have a special on-"
"I'm sorry," Angela interrupted, but where's the restroom?"
"Oh," the receptionist replied, seeming a bit throw off by this basic question. "It's the third door on the...left. Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
Angela nodded politely, but felt more than a little confused. Was this receptionist new? Did people not use the bathroom very often here? It was where she said it was. It was also very clean. She figured they must've cleaned it very often, though she would've recommended some special air fresheners or candles to really enliven it. The lack of any decoration concerned her as well.
When she came back, she was greeted by a familiar face, her best friend Catherine, who was enthusiastically greeting the receptionist.
"Catherine?" Angela asked with a smile.
"Angela?" Catherine said with a fright, her face turning red. "Wha-wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, clearly trying to maintain composure.
"I'm just here to unwind," Angela said. "Are you okay?"
Catherine took a deep breath. "I'm okay. I just didn't know you were into this."
Angela smirked, "Look, I told you I would take a day for myself eventually and I..."
"No, I don't mean go to a spa," Catherine said, "I mean--"
"Hey Catherine," the receptionist interrupted, "Did you wear a diaper here or did you want one to put on?"
Angela's eyes widened as she looked at the rates $60 for two hours and three diaper changes (wet only), $90 for two hours and three diaper changes (wet and messy), or $200 for an unlimited package. She didn't know where to begin, but before she could ask, Catherine was explaining.
"So, I've never told you this, Angie," Catherine said, "But I'm actually into wearing diapers. It's kind of like a kink, but it just makes me feel really good. And this spa is amazing. They diaper you and change you and it's wonderful."
"I don't understand," Angela said. "You put on a diaper and pee and poop in it and that feels good?"
"Well, not everyone poops," Catherine says. "Actually, my first time here, I chose a wetting-only option but had to drop a pretty big load. It cost me $50 extra for not choosing the option."
Angela looked at her best friend, still not sure if this was a practical joke or not.
"Look," Catherine said. "I know this seems crazy and that you probably want to leave, but trust me, this is worth trying, if only once. I'll even pay for both of us."
Angela knew she couldn't say no to Catherine and agreed.
"Two unlimited packages," Catherine said to the receptionist.
"Oh," Angela said, "I'm actually good with just one...diaper."
"You're definitely going to need a change," Catherine said, to which the receptionist concurred.
"All right fine," Angela said. "But I'm not going to, you know, poop in it."
"Your business is your business, Ang," Catherine said, "But in the meantime, we're getting two unlimited packages." With that the receptionist swiped her card and they were headed into the main area. Angela had a uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Maybe the diaper would come in handy sooner than she thought.
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With Catherine leading the way, they entered a room with a door labeled "Diapering Room." Inside were different stations, which Angela saw were for putting people in diapers. She realized it was a women-exclusive spa when she saw only other adult women being put in diapers or being changed by the all-female staff. She saw an Latina woman with stunning legs having her ass wiped by a blonde woman like it was nothing. She was definitely smelling some strong odors, especially from the Latina woman's diaper. but she also felt a strange admiration for her. She was so confident, getting her dirty ass cleaned. She was giggling and gossiping with the other women, who were getting their own wet and messy diapers changed. She had to remind herself to look away, because she knew it was rude to stare and also because she was having trouble accepting this was real.
"Hi, I'm Ashley," a black, college-aged woman wearing a uniform shirt and a diaper of her own greeted the two. "Is this your first time here?"
"It is for her," Catherine said, pointing at Angela.
"Great! And I see by your bracelets that you're doing the unlimited package," she said. "I just need you to take off your pants and underwear so we can diaper you. You can undress more than that if you want. It's up to you."
Ashley turned around to retrieve diapers. "Is she going to put me in a diaper?" Angela whispered.
"Of course," Catherine said. "Is that a problem?"
"I'd rather do it myself," Angela protested.
"Ang, you're here to relax," Catherine said. "Diapering yourself is a hassle. I do it when I have to, but I love getting someone else to do it."
Not wanting to start an argument, Angela relented. When Ashley came back with the diapers, Catherine volunteered to go first. She took off her shoes, socks, pants and panties, revealing an shaved pussy and round ass that Angela was greatly aroused by.
"Wow, you look great, Cat," Angela said.
"Glad you like it," Catherine said with a smile. "Can you help me out of my shirt?" she directed Ashley. With that, Ashley was pulling off Catherine's top and then undoing her bra, letting out her full-bodied breasts. Angela started to feel herself becoming more than a little wet.
"Okay, butt up," Ashley said as she slid a diaper under Catherine's ass and powdered her. She had to re-position it a couple times before fastening the tapes. Angela now understood why another person was necessary. When Catherine's diaper was on, she bounced up and patted her ass. "This feels so good," she said, thanking Ashley.
"Ready?" Ashley asked Angela. She wasn't, but decided she would have to go for it. She stripped from the waist down, showing her own pussy and ass, which immediately drew Catherine over.
"You're gonna look so good in your diaper," Catherine said as Angela fit her into the diaper. It was a rather snug fit and the cushioning felt good as she sat up. She just had to decide what to do with her shirt and bra. While she wasn't comfortably getting naked around strangers, it would be nothing compared to being put in a diaper. Plus, she felt safer around Catherine. She lifted off her top and undid her bra.
"You have really sexy tits," Catherine said, and Angela blushed.
"So, what now?" Angela asked.
"This room is just for diaper changes," Catherine said. "But there's lots more that we can check out."
"Like what?" Angela asked.
"Well, you look a little tense," Catherine said. "So, I'm going to recommend a massage. They do them really well here."
Angela was feeling tense and agreed. She walked with Catherine through the Diapering Room into a massage area.
"This feels so weird," she said, as she felt the crinkle of her Abena M4 diaper.
"Just wait until it's wet," Catherine said.
"Do they hold a lot?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, you can pee a lot before needing to be changed," Catherine said as they entered, "But poopy diapers need to be changed immediately."
"That won't be an issue," Angela said.
It turned out the Latina woman getting changed earlier worked there as a masseuse. She was finishing with another customer when Angela and Catherine came in. Angela noticed how strongly she used her hands on the woman, from her shoulders all the way to her toes. She also rubbed her diapered bottom passionately, making the woman moan in pleasure.
"That was wonderful. Thank you so much, Ashley," the woman said as she got up. Ashley thanked her in return and greeted Angela and Catherine.
"Hi Catherine," she said, "Who's your friend."
"This is Angela," Catherine said. "And she would love one of your signature massages."
"After you, you mean?" Maria asked.
"I'll let her go first this time," Catherine said. Based on Maria's reaction, it seemed that Catherine craved these massages.
Maria brought Angela to the massage table and put up a curtain. As she started pressing her firm hands into her back, Angela felt at ease.
"Is there any part you don't want me to touch?" she asked.
Angela thought about it. She wanted as much relaxation as possible, and that included on her breasts and lower regions.
"I'm good with everything except inside, you know..."
"Your diaper?" Maria asked.
"Yeah," Angela said, still embarrassed.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Maria said. "You're rocking this diaper well." Angela giggled and thanked her. She had a thick accent which made her words all the sexier. Angela was starting to feel more relaxed and confident.
"How did you start wearing diapers?" Angela asked. "I mean, as an adult."
"It was actually after I started working here," Maria said, tenderly rubbing her shoulders.
"Really?" Angela asked.
"Yes," she said. "It's part of the employee policy to wear diapers so that our guests feel as comfortable as possible."
That made sense to Angela. "Was it weird?' she asked.
Maria shrugged, "A little bit, but I got used to it quickly. Some of the other women who work here can't handle it, but we do all we can to support them."
About midway through the massage, Angela began to squirm a little bit.
"Need to pee-pee?" Maria asked.
"I think so," Angela said. "Should I get up?"
"Up to you," Maria said. "How bad do you need to go?"
"Pretty bad," Angela said, feeling at her diapered crotch.
Maria recommended she get up, citing the difficulty of peeing in large amounts lying down for inexperienced diaper wearers. Angela got up and crouched down. Her diaper swelled with her warm piss. Though it was a very large wetting, her diaper was able to absorb all of it. She smiled a sigh of relief as she came back to the massage table.
"Ooh, you're nice and soaked," Maria said as she patted her wet diaper.
"Should I get a change?" Angela asked.
"If you think you need one," Maria replied. "No poop in there, right?"
"Um no," Angela said. "I'm just going to wet."
"That's too bad," Maria said. "I love pooping my diapers."
"How come?" Angela asked, in as polite of a tone as possible.
"Well, I had to for this job, but even then I just love letting my poop out and filling my diaper," Maria said. "Plus, I love getting my poopy diaper changed."
"Really?" Angela asked.
"Mmmhmmm," Maria said. "Everyone gets to see what a stinky mess I have and clean my dirty ass."
"Yeah," Angela said. "I think I saw you getting changed before this massage."
"Oh God," Maria laughed, "That was such a big poo-poo. I hope it wasn't too stinky."
"Well, I didn't get that close," Angela said, "But I'm sure it was fine."
"You're sweet," Maria said as she finished Angela's massage. "I hope to see you again soon." Angela thanked her and went out to greet Catherine, who marveled at how soaked Angela's diaper was and went in for her own massage.
While she was waiting for Catherine, Angela felt how wet her diaper was and thought about her conversation with Maria. Part of her wanted to poop in her diaper but another part was worried. She knew logically there was nothing to be afraid of, given that everyone else was wearing diapers around her. It didn't matter for now, since she didn't need to poop. If she did before they left the spa, she would have a rather difficult decision to make.
Catherine came out of her massage positively glowing. She rubbed her hands through her long, black hair and hugged her best friend. Her breasts pushed against Angela's, which made Angela's nipples get hard.
"That felt so good," Catherine said.
"Definitely," Angela said. "I haven't ever had a massage that good."
"How's your diaper?" Catherine asked, as they examined a directory.
"It's wet but I don't mind," Angela said, patting her ass. "You were right, these can hold a lot. How's yours?"
"Yup, I wet mine too," Catherine said. "But, um, I have to poop."
"Oh," Angela said. "Do we need to go the Diapering Room?"
"Nah, that's not until I get changed," Catherine said.
"So, where are you going to, you know, go?" Angela asked.
"In my diaper," Catherine laughed. "I can go wherever. That's why I have this on."
"But don't you want privacy?" Angela asked. She looked around and realized how many other women were openly peeing and pooping their diapers..
"Okay, I'm ready," Catherine said.
"To find a place to poop?" Angela asked."
"No," Catherine smiled, "To be changed."
Angela gawked at her friend. Sure enough, a light brown stain was at the end of Catherine's diaper.
"How did you poop so discretely?" Angela asked.
"Practice," Catherine said. "I like to be subtle with my poops."
"Can I take a look?" Angela asked. "I'm just curious."
"Sure," Catherine said. Angela pulled back the waistband of her diaper and saw the mess that was inside. "Wow, Cat," she said. "You took a really nice poop in here."
Catherine thanked her as they headed for the Diapering Room. Angela kept thinking about how arousing it was to see inside Catherine's wet and messy diaper. Even the smell of her poop was strangely pleasing. She was now looking forward to seeing her get changed out of her diaper.
"Ready for a couple changes?" Ashley asked when they came in again.
"Yeah," Catherine said. "I took a poop."
Ashley came in and peaked inside Catherine's diaper. "Ooh, that's a pretty nice turd," she said. Angela agreed. She loved how Catherine's poop looked like a solid log in her diaper.
"Do you need a change?" she asked Angela.
"Not yet," Angela replied. "But I was wondering if I could help change her? I mean if that's okay."
"It's okay by me," Ashley said, looking at Catherine.
Catherine looked at Angela with a huge smile and said it was more than okay.
Once Catherine was on the changing station, She lifted her legs up. Angela and Ashley untaped her diaper together. Her poop had mostly stayed intact and made her fairly easy to clean up. The wipes helped get the poop off her ass as quickly as possible. Though it smelled a little strong, no one was bothered. Her shaved pussy definitely made things easier as well. When Angela was done wiping her best friend's private parts, she could tell how wet her pussy had gotten.
Once Catherine was re-diapered, Angela and Ashley went to wash their hands. When Angela was done, she got a sudden urge. She crouched down, relaxed her stomach and took care of something.
"Hey, Ashley," she said as Catherine got off the table.
"Yes?" asked Ashley.
"I do need a change now," she said as she smiled at Catherine.
chapter2
Angela Rivers had become a regular at Padded Bliss, the local treatment center known colloquially as "The Diaper Spa." For the last five months, she had been getting diaper changes from other women who appreciated her and her independence. She could drop a big load in her diaper and have the size of her poop marveled at. If her diaper leaked, they would playfully tease her. It felt like a place she could truly be herself, and it never would've happened without her friend Catherine introducing her.
She had gotten so used to diapers that she had stopped buying toilet paper for herself, only for guests. She would diaper herself in the evening after work. She liked Abena M4s and Bambino Belissimos, just depending on how she was feeling. While she didn't wear diapers to work, she was opening up about it to select friends. She had too many accessories to keep it secret, like her changing pad and diaper pail.
"So are you one of those adult babies?" her friend Rhonda asked upon learning about her newy-discovered kink.
"No," Angela clarified. "I'm a diaper lover. Adult babies wear diapers, but it's more about age regression. I just like wearing and using diapers."
She had some friends who were fine being around her in diapers. Others, like Rhonda, asked if she could refrain if they were going out. Angela didn't mind unless it was a particularly vile public restroom at a bar. A few dates had been arranged with other kinky women. While they didn't mind changing Angela's diapers, they seemed hesitant to be changed themselves. They would feel the urge to wet but only a few drops would come out.
Angela loved getting her diaper changed, but she also loved changing other women. Well, she loved changing Catherine. The two of them would have diaper dates, sometimes at Padded Bliss and sometimes at their respective homes. It would never be refined, since there was pee and poop, but Catherine's diapers were always adorable. They would be so perfectly soiled and make Angela so happy.
While diapers were a pleasure, things at work had been going south for Angela. She had been feeling tremendous stress about recent turnover. Another company was looking to take over and she feared it could result in her losing her job.
She was telling this to her friend, Maria, a spa employee and diaper lover, during a poopy diaper change. She had put a big stinky log into her Abena, one she saved for Maria. Since Maria was from Argentina, she spoke Spanish and liked to call it "caca." Since she had eased Angela into wearing diapers and pooping in them, the two were very close. Employees could only be changed by other employees, but Maria did let Angela peek into her diaper and see her loads. Angela wasn't interested in smearing or eating poop, but she did love the juxtaposition of a lovely woman like Maria talking about a new restaurant in town while also dirtying her diaper. It was even better when she got to see Maria get her diaper changed. She would climb on the changing table and spread her legs open, showing off her diaper. Then, she would ask the person changing her to help her out of her clothes. She had rich, cinnamon-skin and was proud to display her body. Sometimes, Angela would see her lean forward and be turned on by her long black hair draping her stunning breasts.
Maria's confidence inspired Angela. She never felt ashamed to be in a diaper or to do her business it in. Whether she had just peed in it or had a bout of diarrhea that required a dozen wipes to get her ass and pussy clean, she never seemed embarrassed. Instead, she would revel in her bodily functions and diaper-wearing. She'd also be understanding to people who were apprehensive about the experience, like Angela had been.
"I'm so sorry to hear about this, Angela," Maria said as she learned about her work troubles. She rolled up Angela's poop-filled diaper, gave it a quick kiss (a signature move of hers) and threw it in the trash. They were in the Diapering Room, surrounded by other women getting changed. As Angela laid on her changing station and smelled the effects of used diapers, she felt relaxed. This was a place where women could come together and not feel hindered by others. Some of them came in already appreciating diapers, but others, like her, learned how special they could be.
She had been coming to Padded Bliss more and more, not just because she liked it, but because she needed it. Diapering at home was nice, but it wasn't enough.
Then, it hit her.
"Maria," Angela asked as she climbed off the changing table. "Could I get a job here?"
"Oh my God!" Maria said. "That would be incredible. I can't believe I never considered that!"
Maria told Angela that business had been good, with plenty of repeat customers. However, not enough women were willing to change diapers compared to being changed. Angela told her she would love to do it, and got an application. A few days later, they called her in for an interview.
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Angela had never entered Padded Bliss nervously, but today, she was shaking a bit. She wanted to be a Diaper Specialist (what they called employees) more than anything, but wasn't sure if she would be able to. After checking it at reception, she was greeted by Megan Daugherty, the spa founder. They had met before, which made Angela feel more at ease. Megan was in her early 30s, just like Angela.
"Have a seat," Megan said with a smile. She was wearing a business suit, but Angela knew from the indentations near her rear that she had a diaper on. "Thank you so much for applying. We were wondering when you would?"
"Really?" Angela asked.
"Well, looking at our records, you've been our best customer for the past three months. It's practically a landslide," Megan said.
Angela was amazed. "I really love being here."
"And we love having you," Megan replied. "I just have a few questions. Can you handle poopy diapers?"
"Absolutely," Angela replied. "I've had some pretty messy accidents in my diapers here and the women have always been so supportive."
Megan smiled. "We want to teach women to be proud of their bodies, including their poo-poo. We even have a monthly prize for the biggest poop."
"Like employee of the month?" Angela asked.
"Yup, but we call it Poop of the Month" said Megan. "Do you know Ashley?"
"Yes," Angela replied. "She diapered me on my first day."
"That girl can poop," Megan said. "She's won the last three months. One of her dumps was so big, it almost made her Bambino fall off."
"Well, I'll be some healthy competition for her," Angela smiled.
"That's a good transition to my next question," Megan began. "Do you work well with others?"
"I do," Angela said. "I lead a team in my current job and we've had great sales results."
"Okay," Megan said. "Because we need to work together. We need to share supplies, including diapers. And we can't be mad at someone for their diaper leaking in our station or their poop smelling too bad. We want to support each other and our clients, sound good?"
Angela told her it did. She was understanding better now how conflicts could arise. She didn't want to have strife working at Padded Bliss.
"There's just one one more part of the interview," Megan said. She walked out the door and motioned for Angela to follow. They finally made it to the Diapering Room.
"Could you please change my diaper?' Megan asked.
chapter 3
Megan, the owner of Padded Bliss, had just asked Angela to change her diaper. It seemed to be the final part of the job interview, and while it shouldn't have freaked her out this much, it did. It made total sense though. She knew Angela liked diapers, but to get this job, she had to prove she knew how to change them.
She took a deep breath and imagined that Megan was Catherine, her best friend that she had diapered plenty of times before. This wouldn't be exactly the same, but Angela knew she could find her voice if she willed it.
"I would love to," Angela said. "But I think you'll need to take some of this off," she said as she gestured to Megan's business suit. Megan smiled and nodded. She began by taking off her blazer and giving it to Angela, who hung it up along with her blouse. Her heels and leggings come off next. Finally, she was stripped from her skirt, wearing just her diaper and a bra.
It was standard procedure for Diaper Specialists to check inside the diaper before changing it. Angela knew a poopy diaper when she smelled one, although Megan's attire had done a remarkable job of holding the odor in. Some Diaper Specialists walked around with just tops and diapers on. While others preferred to wear pants over theirs. She pulled back the waistband of Megan's diaper.
"Looks like you really had to poop," Angela said, as she examined the load that her potential new boss had dropped in her Abena.
"Yes, I did," Megan said, laying back on the changing pad. There were others around getting their diapers changed as well as changing them. However, Angela still felt like the spotlight was on her. "Am I going to blow this?" she wondered as she got a fresh Abena (as requested by Megan), powders, and wipes. Each rip of the tape on her diaper filled her with adrenaline.
Megan's diaper was now open. While it wasn't visibly stained with pee, it was definitely wet. Angela could tell she was well-hydrated. She couldn't remember the last time her wet diapers weren't completely yellowed. The real star was her poop, however. It was a rather mushy lump with a tan complexion. It was easier than diarrhea but harder than logs in terms of clean-up difficulty. Megan also had a very hairy pussy and Angela had to be mindful of not getting any poop left in it.
She grabbed the first wipe and thoughtfully brought it in contact with Megan's dirty asshole. With each one, she placed it into her messy diaper. When there was no more poop on or around her ass, she went for her pussy. She went slowly around the front, threw the wipes into her diaper, and then went for the sides. She also made sure to get her pubic hair completely cleaned. As she saw Megan's pelvic muscles start to contract a bit and a smile on her face, her confidence in her performance grew.
She wrapped up Megan's diaper and put it the bin at the station. She realized that it was practically full already and didn't want to risk this diaper overflowing it.
"Excuse me," she asked Deliah, a Diaper Specialist with a pierced nose and spiky hair dyed purple and blue, who was set up next to Angela, getting her station in order with new sets of wipes and diapers organized by style and size. "Could I put this in your trashcan?"
"Sure," Delilah said with a smile. She gestured for the diaper and give it a quick smell. "Not bad, Megan." she said as she placed into her much roomier bin. Angela then retrieved a clean Abena for Megan, unfolded it with her ass perfectly placed. She powdered her liberally and then taped her up. As she washed her hands while Megan got dressed, she felt like things were about to go very well for her.
They reconvened in Megan's office. Though she was feeling confident, Angela still worried about having done things improperly. Maybe Megan wanted more wipes or maybe less? She was relieved when she started talking.
"That was fantastic," Megan said. "You did everything I wanted and more."
Angela exhaled with a smile. "Oh, I'm glad you like it."
"So many other women try to make it a speed test," Megan continued. "They'll rush through it and be taping me up even when I can feel leftover on poop my ass. Then, they'll get the tapes way too loose or tight. You clearly knew what you were doing."
"Thank you," Angela said. "I just believe in diapering how I'd want to be diapered."
"That's incredibly well-put," Megan said. "There was something else you did that really stood out to me."
"What's that?" Angela asked.
"When you saw that your diaper pail was full, you asked Delilah if there was room in hers," Angela said. "It's a perfect example of the kind of teamwork I want to emphasize here."
Hearing this made Angela feel incredibly touched. Things like that came so naturally to her, and it warmed her heart to learn that others noticed.
"So, can you start soon?" Megan asked.
"Oh, yes, absolutely!" Angela said. She would have to put in her two weeks at her job. As much as she wanted to quit right away, she knew she had to give them time to transition.
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The last two weeks at her old job were agonizing for Angela. It was hard to stay even remotely focused. Other people were so worked up and while she felt bad for most of them, she was glad she found a way out. When asked about what she was doing for her new job, she told them. Some gave her weird looks or acted like she was joking. "Give it a try," is the only thing she would say.
She was almost too excited to sleep the night before her first day at Padded Bliss. The morning of, she took time for yoga and meditation (both which were always more enjoyable in a freshly-wet diaper. After changing herself and getting dressed, she had some coffee with yogurt. Between those and the butterflies in the stomach, she knew she'd be pooping soon.
She arrived, checked in with Stephanie at the front desk, and looked at the Diapering Chart for the day. As Megan explained, this chart said which Diaper Specialists would be changing each other for the day. This was important in order to foster stronger bonds, as everybody needed to be comfortable with diapering everybody else.
At the top of list were Angela and Farrah, who had changed Angela a few times, but only wet diapers. She didn't know a lot about Farrah, but she figured she was an observant Muslim based on the headscarf she wore. One thing Angela really liked about Padded Bliss was the diversity. There were black, Latina, Middle-Eastern, Asian, and white women working there. At 32, Angela was one of the older women working there, but they had some clients who were in their 40s and 50s. Thanks to their seemingly endless supply of diapers and sizes, they were able to accommodate women of all sorts of waist sizes.
The door opened and in walked Fatima. Angela was self-conscious about how she looked in the moment and what she should do. She made her decision after Fatima greeted her.
"Hey, Fatima," she said. "It looks like we're diaper buddies today."
Fatima smiled and clapped adorably. If she was apprehensive about working with Angela, she wasn't showing it.
"Do you need a change?" Angela asked.
"I'm good," Fatima said, "How about you?"
"I'm dry," Angela replied, "But I might need to poop soon."
"Oh wow," Fatima said. "I've actually been wanting to change your poopy diaper."
"Really?" Angela asked, flattered.
"Yeah," Fatima said. "Your wet ones are lovely and I've caught a glimpse of your loads."
"Well get ready for a big one," Angela said, much to Fatima's delight.
They were the first two to arrive. Ashley and Maria came in after. Next were Gillian, Tiffani, Felicity, and finally Brooklyn. There were two other diaper specialists, Delilah and Taylor, but they were off for that day.
They still had an hour before the spa opened. Angela learned this time was for make sure everyone's station was ready. There needs to be multiple diapers, including Abenas, Molicares, Bambinos, and Tenas, along with plenty of wipes and powder. There also needed to be an empty pail that was air-freshened. There was a bigger trash can to empty individual diaper pails in
Once everything was taken care of, there was still plenty of time before the doors opened. Four of them, Angela, Fatima, Ashley, and Brooklyn started having a lively conversation. She wished that Maria was available, but she was busy changing Tiffani's soaked Bambino.
"So, get this," Brooklyn continued. "Last night, this guy on Tinder tells me he's totally into diapers too. I ask him what his favorite kind is. Guess what he said?"
"What?" Angela asked.
"Depends," Brooklyn scoffed. "Like, really dude? You couldn't even do a little research? I even have myself holding a case of Abenas in my main pic."
"Still better than the ones who say they want to change your diaper in their first message," Ashley said, rolling her eyes. "Online dating sucks."
"I tend to stay away from diaper stuff in my dating profiles," Angela said. "I figure I don't want people just interested in me for this. If they're kinky, I'll bring it up early."
"Yeah, that's cool," Ashley said a bit brusquely. "Hey, Brook, can you give me a change?"
Angela was alarmed and confused about what happened. Fatima looked uncomfortable, like there was some secret that Angela couldn't know about.
A few minutes later, Angela's coffee and yogurt kicked in and she dropped a big poop in her diaper. While Fatima was changing her and Ashley wasn't in earshot, she asked about what happened.
"Did I offend her somehow?" she asked while Fatima wiped her ass. "Because I really didn't mean to."
"I hear you, Angela," Fatima said sympathetically. "You just didn't know."
"Didn't know what?" Angela asked as she got powdered.
"Most of us wear diapers for work and fun," Fatima said. "But not Ashley."
"She's...oh," Angela said. "I understand why she was bothered."
Fatima tossed Angela's diaper into the trash and told her not to worry. As the day went on, Angela went from being anxious about customers to being worried about how her faux pas had affected a coworker. She was holding up the legs of Lucy, a waitress at a restaurant a couple hours away as she wiped her ass following an intense pooping, but she kept watching Ashley's demeanor. She seemed in generally good spirits. Angela noticed her laughing with Maria when her diaper started to leak.
"Are you okay?" Lucy asked.
"Uh, yeah, sorry" Angela said.
"I don't mean to be a bother," Lucy said. "It's just that you've been wiping me a bit too much, and it's starting to hurt a bit."
"I'm so sorry,'" Angela said as she rolled up Lucy's diaper. "I'm distracted. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Lucy said.
"Are you incontinent or do just like wearing diapers?" Angela asked.
"Just like wearing," Lucy said. "I started when I got hired as a waitress. Didn't have time for bathroom breaks and got used to it. But I have a few incontinent friends."
"How do they feel about it?" Angela asked as she tucked the new diaper under Lucy's thoroughly wiped ass. "Are they bothered at all?"
"Bothered?" Lucy asked.
"About you wearing diapers but not needing to, I mean, not as much as they do," Angela clarified.
"They aren't," Lucy said. "But when I met they, they told me about how they loved diapers, but wanted me to understand there was a difference between us. And it's true. I have days when I don't feel like wearing a diaper and neither does my boyfriend, so we don't. But they don't have that choice."
This made sense to Angela, who thanked Lucy and changed Fatima's wet diaper.
"No poop yet, Fay?" Angela asked.
"I'll get something going after lunch," Fatima laughed. "I forget to mention how much I loved your big poo-poo from earlier. That's POM-worthy."
"POM?" Angela asked. "Oh, Poop of the Month," she realized. Remembering the award that Megan had explained to her. Fatima had taken a photo of it inside Angela's diaper, presumably to send to Megan for consideration.
"I have a feeling Ashley will take it again," Angela said. "I heard about her record."
Fatima acknowledged the truth in her statement. "By the way, are you going to try to mend things with her?"
"I want to," Angela said, "But I don't know when I'll get the chance."
"It's lunch time," Fatima suggested. "Maybe talk with her over some food."
Angela agreed and thanked Fatima, who requested a Bambino for her clean diaper. She went to the employee lounge and was relieved to have caught Ashley, who was retrieving her purse.
"Hey, Ashley," Angela said carefully, not wanting to say the wrong thing. "I was going to get some lunch and was wondering if you wanted to come with?"
"Thanks, but I'm already getting something myself," Ashley said, still seeming a bit hurt.
"I really want to talk to you about what happened," Angela said. "I'll pay for you and everything."
Ashley looked like she was thinking long and hard about what Angela said.
"You don't have to pay for me," she said. "But I would like to talk."
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They arrived at the restaurant, a nice café a couple blocks from the spa. As Angela blew on her soup she wasn't sure if she or Ashley would bring things up first.
"So, Fatima spilled the beans?" Ashley asked in a presumptive manner.
"Was that a private matter?" Angela asked. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how many people you want to know."
"It's fine," Ashley said. "I know you didn't mean anything by what you said, but I can't just turn my incontinence off."
"I understand," Angela said. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."
"Thank you," Ashley said with an appreciative smile.
The lunch continued in an increasingly harmonious fashion. Since Ashley had attended to Angela's diapers in the past, they had plenty to reminisce on. There was the time Ashley pooped in her diaper while changing Angela's own poopy diaper. There was the time Angela farted and blew a wipe out of her open wet diaper and onto the floor.
"Can I tell you something?" Ashley whispered to Ange.
"Sure," Angela said.
"I've never actually used a toilet to go to the bathroom" Ashley said.
"Never?" Angela said. "Not even tried?"
"Oh, I've tried," Ashley said. "But my brain doesn't tell me when it's time."
Ashley suddenly got intensely focused. Angela knew she was soiling her diaper.
"Ready to go back?" Angela asked.
Ashley checked the time. "We still got twenty minutes before lunch ends. Wanna give me a quick change?"
"But I thought Brooklyn was changing you today?" Angela said.
"She is when we're at work, but we're not at work right now," Ashley said with a mischievous smile.
Angela didn't want to lose her positive relationship with Ashley. Plus, she always carried spare diapers, wipes, and powder. They went into the single-occupancy bathroom together and Ashley laid down. Her diaper was only wet, but still pretty soaked. She was pulling the tapes off delicately until Ashley spoke up.
"Why are you going so slow?" she asked.
"Just don't want them to get suspicious," Angela said.
"You're changing my diaper," Ashley reminded her. "We're not doing coke."
Angela understood and got Ashley's diaper off quickly after. It was remarkably soaked with her pee. She wrapped it up and put in the tiny wastebasket. It was empty before, but was now full thanks to this wet diaper. While she noticed Ashley's beautiful apple-bottomed ass and glistening pussy, she knew they couldn't hog the bathroom and quickly got her taped back up in a fresh Molicare.
As the day went on, Angela found herself more at ease. She got to change a poopy diaper from Fatima, who had two incredibly sexy logs come out of her lovely ass. A graduate student looking to de-stress got to experience being diapered and changed as an adult. When it came time to clock out, she was already looking forward to the next day. She was gathering her things to leave for the day, when she heard a familiar voice.
"Angela!"
chapter 4
Angela Rivers has worked her first full day at Padded Bliss and just heard someone call her name
Angela turned around and saw her friend Catherine, carrying two unopened packs of Bambino Bellissimos. She had been trying to get in touch with her for the past couple weeks, but with no luck. She wanted to tell Catherine about her new job in person, but every time she would try to arrange a meeting, she said she was "too busy."
"Hey Cat," Angela said a bit cautiously. "What's going on? Where've you been?"
"I'm so sorry, Ang" Catherine said. "I've been going through some things. I actually started dating this new guy, and it's going really well. I didn't mean to blow you off, but I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you did surprise me," Angela said. "But that's awesome to hear! Can I meet him soon?"
Catherine looked nervous.
"I want you to," she attested. "But this is a bit complicated," she continued while gesturing around the spa.
"Does he not know about the diapers?" Angela asked, practically in disbelief that she was now able to speak so candidly about her kink.
"Not yet," Catherine said. "And I don't know if he'd accept it. He seems very..."
"Traditional?" Angela suggested.
"I suppose," Catherine said. "I might be overthinking, but I really really like him and don't want to blow this over my kink."
"I don't want to feel ostracized for my job either," Angela said.
"Can we cross this bridge later, Ang?" Catherine asked brusquely. "I'm sorry, but I just have a lot on my mind. I thought you might like to have these," She handed her the packs of diapers she was trying to unload and headed off.
Angela felt some heat in her forehead as she put the new diapers in her locker. Not only had Catherine pre-emptively sold her out to her new beau. She had basically done it without warning. Besides, the two of them had made a promise: tell potential partners about diapers no later than the second date. If they weren't going to at least accept it, it wasn't mean to be. Granted, it had come after four glasses of Chianti, but Angela still felt it should count.
Her Abena was saturated on her way home as she enjoyed the thrill of peeing while driving. As she unceremoniously untaped her diaper while standing up and fitted herself in one for the evening, she felt a mix of emotions. There was the satisfaction in a mostly successful first day, the comfort of her diapers, and the uncertainty about her and Catherine's relationship. She had first entered Padded Bliss by chance and it had completely changed her life. For the first time, she wasn't sure if it was for the best.
Angela had the next day off work, but she still planned to come by. One of the perks of working for Padded Bliss was being able to use the facilities at no charge on days off. She wanted to enjoy a steam or maybe one of Maria's tender massages. Maria was a licensed massage therapist before coming to Padded Bliss, and Angela hoped to receive her license. She was thrilled to be a Diaper Specialist but also wanted to eventually expand her horizons.
Her overnight diaper was still on and very wet. She was at the point where she could wear a soaked diaper and not even notice until she looked down. She gave it one more wetting before taking it off and hopping in the shower.
With no rush to get to work, Angela enjoyed her shower thoroughly. When she was done washing herself, she gently rubbed the shower massager against her clitoris, thinking about being in private with her coworkers Maria and Ashley. They would all be wearing their diapers, peeing and pooping them. She came as she thought about Maria and Ashley rubbing their wet and messy diapers in her face as they straddled her.
Upon toweling off, re-diapering, and getting dressed, Angela thought about her fantasy. She wondered what about it turned her on the most. Was it being around Maria and Ashley, two women with bodies she greatly admired? Was it the diapers and the fact that they were used? Was it the dominance they were expressing over her? In her mind, it wasn't strict BDSM-style punishment. Instead, it was the three of them celebrating each other.
At around 1, she arrived at the spa. She flashed her credentials for free access and headed first for the sauna. The temperature outside was in the low 20s, making it especially desirable. Having a diaper on in a sauna was a huge pleasure for Angela. It provided her with extra padding and warmth. She knew some clients who would take their diapers off on account of sweating. As she looked around, she saw the six other women were evenly split: three steaming with diapers, three without. She was happy to be a tiebreaker.
After about five minutes, she was starting to really relax. She shifted in her seat a bit to let out a small amount of poop in her diaper. It felt so nice, she didn't notice the woman a couple feet from her giving her a dirty look until she cleared her thought.
"Something wrong?" she asked a bit absentmindedly.
"I think you might need a diaper change," the woman said, scooting away from Angela. She wasn't wrong, but she also wasn't being very courteous. Angela would've said something, but knew better as a representative of the spa. A bit embarrassed, she retrieved her towel and headed to the Diapering Room.
"Here comes trouble!" Delilah laughed as she motioned for Angela to come to her station. Angela smiled as she let Delilah look in her diaper. "Looks like a pretty nice poop. I don't know what people have been eating today." Delilah scoffed.
"You know my friend, Catherine, right?" Angela asked as Delilah finished wiping her ass.
"I think so," Delilah said as she unfolded her new diaper. "Shorter girl, likes wearing eye shadow?"
"Yeah," Angela confirmed. "She got me into diapers but now I think she's done with them."
Delilah shook her head.
"Look, no one got you into diapers, just like no one got me into this," she said pointing at her multicolored hair. "We do things because we like them and if it doesn't hurt anyone, that's good."
Angela couldn't argue with Delilah, especially not with that kind of confidence. She trusted her judgement on continuously doing things out of enjoyment. Delilah had told her about her experience of buying adult diapers on a whim, enjoying them immensely and eventually finding work doing fetish modeling along with her job at Padded Bliss. She also ran her own diaper video site that Angela enjoyed immensely.
"What's going on with Catherine anyhow?" Delilah asked while washing her hands.
"She's got a new boyfriend," Angela said. "Doesn't think he'll be into this."
"Oh yeah, I guess I haven't seen her in a minute," Delilah said. "Is she done with this?"
Angela shrugged, "She didn't really give me a clear answer. Do people quit this often?"
"Not so much quit as go on hiatus," Delilah said. "I've had times when I was only wearing diapers at work and using the toilet elsewhere. But there's no way she's done for good."
"She definitely needs to tell him," Angela said, to which Delilah agreed.
After her diaper change and talking with Delilah, Angela felt a bit more clarity. There was still a great deal of tension inside her, and she knew there was no one who could better help than Maria.
She playfully knocked on the wall of the massage room and was greeted by a delightful squeal from Maria.
"Oh my God, Angela!" Maria exclaimed. "I'm so happy to see you! I never got the chance to ask you about your first day. I'm sorry. I had to get home early."
"No worries," Angela smiled. "Can I tell you now?"
"Sure," Maria said as she invited Angela to the massage table. "I want to hear everything."
Angela thought about all had transpired the day before. She knew that she couldn't share what happened with Ashley at the restaurant. As she felt Maria's hands dig into her shoulders, she thought of her fantasy earlier that morning.
"I had a pretty good day," she said. "Fatima and I diapered each other."
"Oh, I love diapering Fatima," Maria said. "Something about that headdress kind of turns me on. Did she poop for you?"
"She did," Angela said as she lost herself in the pleasure of Maria's massage. "I felt bad because mine was so much worse. I only had to wipe her maybe two times."
"Maybe she can teach Ashley a thing or two," Maria laughed. "I always have to use at least five or six wipes for her dirty ass. I know she can't help it though."
"I had a bit of a foot-in-mouth moment before I learned about that," Angela said.
"Foot-in-mouth?" Maria asked as she rubbed Angela's breasts, making her nipples hard.
"I said something I shouldn't have," Angela clarified. "I assumed she was wearing diapers for fun. It's cool though."
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think anyone here has more fun wearing diapers than Ashley," Maria said.
"You're married, right, Maria?" Angela asked.
"I am," Maria said.
"Was it after you started working here?" Angela asked.
"No, I met my husband when he was a grad student in San Antonio. I was working at a massage parlor out there. He got a job here after we got married and I send out my resumé to all the spas."
"How'd you decide on this one?" Angela asked.
"Well, they were the only ones hiring," Maria laughed. "I also tried them all out before applying. All the others were nice, but this one was something special. The first time I got put in a diaper, everything felt right. Even if I didn't get hired. I knew I would be coming back."
"How did your husband react?" Angela asked.
"I told him first by telling him I got hired by a great spa with a great salary," Maria said. "He can read me pretty well and asked what the catch was. I think he thought it was funny when I told him I had to wear a diaper during my shifts."
"Do you wear around him?" Angela asked.
"Most of them time," Maria said. "He'll join me occasionally as well. Too shy to poop though."
"It sounds like he's really supportive, though" Angela said.
"He really is," Maria said. "I was actually pretty nervous to tell him I wanted to be diapered at home but he understood how much I liked them."
Angela smiled. It was so refreshing to hear about the positive relationship Maria and her husband had, even if it meant she and her couldn't get intimate.
Maria finished up with Angela's massage, and they both went to get their diapers changed. Angela had mastered peeing lying down. Maria hadn't noticed until she moved down to her legs and saw her damp bottom.
"I was wondering, Angela," Maria said across from her changing station to Angela's adjacent one. "Would you like to come over tonight?"
Angela was so caught off guard that Tiffani had to ask her twice if she wanted more powder.
"Do you mean for, like, dinner?" Angela asked.
"We'll see what happens," Maria said. Angela needed more information but she didn't want to seem desperate. She figured that Maria would text her more information. With about 70% confidence and 30% hesitation, she agreed.
Angela left the spa and was hanging out on her couch with a t-shirt and one of the Bambinos Catherine gifted her while she lazily petted her cat, DeMarco. A text flashed from Maria. It shared her address and asked if she'd be able to come over at 6. It was short notice, barely over an hour. But Angela had too much nervous anticipation to want to wait any longer.
As she drove to Maria's house, all sorts of questions went through her head? Would her husband be home? What would she do if he was? What if he wasn't? Was this dinner? Should she bring wine? Should she have brought another diaper? Would Maria let her borrow one? Was wearing a diaper a bad idea?
She was still thinking about these things when she went to knock on the door. She could hear high heels tapping against wood floor and she started to worry if she was under-dressed. The door opened and she saw the smiling face of Maria, who was indeed wearing stilettos and a red party dress.
"Angela!" Maria exclaimed. "You look so gorgeous." Angela thanked her. She didn't think much of her white blouse and jeans combination, but she knew how sincere Maria was in her compliments. She just hoped they weren't serving anything that would stain.
"Hi, I'm David," Maria's husband said, reaching his hand out. It was a bit wet, which Angela realized was from the steam in the kitchen. What he was cooking, it smelled good.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Angela said.
"You too, Angela," David said. "Maria has told me so much about you." Angela was flattered but also a bit self-conscious, hoping that there was nothing too embarrassing shared.
He told Maria that dinner would be ready in about 20 minutes. Maria used this is an opportunity to open a bottle of red wine. As she rummaged through the kitchen for a corkscrew, Angela noticed her diaper peeking out from under her dress. While seeing her in a diaper was nothing new for Angela, there was something about seeing in only in part, in such a routine, domestic situation. Though she knew better, part of her wanted to squeeze it or at least give it a pat.
She moved to the living room to keep her mind focused. David explained the decor on the left side of the room was based on Maria's Argentinian culture while the right side reflected his Filipino heritage. Angela especially liked a green shape painting that she learned was done by an artist named Roberto Aizenberg.
Maria came out with the wine and the three of them took to the couch, with David sitting between Angela and Maria.
"So, Angela," Maria said. "David and I thought you should know we're fine with you wearing a diaper here, but only for pee. If you poop, we're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh," Angela said. "I understand. Is there enough toilet paper in the bathroom?" She had barely finished her question before Maria burst out laughing.
"I'm so sorry," Maria said. "Of course you can poop your diaper. This was all my idea. He tried to stop me."
"She actually came up with it when I was changing her earlier tonight," David said.
The shared laughter and wine helped Angela feel more relaxed. With Maria and David's encouragement, she let down her jeans for a moment and flashed her Bambino.
"Oh those fit you so well," Maria gushed. "We're saving money so I'm just buying Abenas for home."
"I totally understand," Angela said as she hitched her pants back up. "I got these..from a friend. I'm sorry, I should've brought more. I don't want to be taking your diapers."
"It's no problem, Angela," Maria said. "Did you want us to change you when the time comes?"
"I can do it myself," Angela said, not wanting to deal with awkwardness of being changed by Maria's husband. The two of them approved and let Angela know that David would be changing Maria, but that she was welcome to watch. She thanked them but wasn't sure if she'd feel comfortable.
Dinner was a pleasure, not only for the delicious kare-kare that David had prepared but also for the lively conversation. It felt like she had known Maria and David as a couple for years. There were no awkward pauses or checking the time. Towards the end of dinner, Angela let out some of the wine into her diaper. She also noticed the two of them sharing a glance.
"As a thank you for dinner, he gets to change my poopy diaper," Maria said. "Would you like to watch, Angela?"
"Oh, no thank you," Angela said. "Let me take care of the dishes in the meantime."
"Don't worry about it," David said. "We'll take it care of those later"
"I insist," Angela said. "Let me at least clear the table."
"If it's not too much trouble, that'd be wonderful," Maria said. As they headed into the bedroom, Angela began clearing the table. She assessed her diaper's wetness and realized she could pee in it some more. After about fifteen minutes, the table was cleared and wiped down. There was no sign of Maria and David. She hoped everything was okay.
Her Bambino was now wet enough to be changed. She headed into the bathroom and stripped it off. She realized right then that she didn't have immediate access to a new diaper. Inside the linen closet, she saw a few Abenas. Though she figured it'd be okay, she wanted to ask. She heard giggling from Maria and walked into the bedroom, greeted by the sight of Maria, clad only in a diaper, deepthroating her husband.
"Maria?" Angela asked, a bit in disbelief.
"Angela!" Maria shot up. "I'm so sorry. We got a little frisky after my diaper change."
"Oh it's my fault," Angela said. "I shouldn't have barged in. I was just wondering if I could borrow this?" she asked as she held the Abena from the bathroom.
"Sure, no problem," Maria said. "Actually, we were talking. Would you like to join us?"
"Like a threesome?" Angela asked.
"Mmmmhmmm," Maria said. "It's okay if you don't want to, but we thought we'd ask."
"I'm flattered," Angela said. "But I'm actually a lesbian."
"Oh that's no problem." Maria said. "You wanna work my pussy while I suck his cock?"
Angela knew she couldn't deny this opportunity. Both Maria and David were on board. Maria got up to give Angela her favorite vibrator and instructed her to use it at the highest setting, so she could feel it through her diaper. It was incredibly sexy for Maria to be the only one in a diaper at the moment, as both Angela and David were completely naked. Angela thought about how she was serving her husband in a diaper while also being served herself.
The further on they went, the more confident Angela grew in her dirty talk. She stroked Maria's breasts while stimulating her diapered clit. Though she was occupied with her husband's cock, her moans were still audible. For a few moments she reached her hand out to stroke Angela's pussy. As her clit was being massaged, Angela noticed something on the edge of the bed. It was Maria's poopy diaper from earlier, barely wrapped up. She reached for it and embraced the rich odor.
'You like smelling my caca?" Maria asked.
"Mmmm yeah," Angela said. "It's so sexy."
"I'm glad you do," Maria said seductively. "I love smelling yours too."
By Maria's requested, Angela passed her the diaper. As she sucked David's cock she took a whiff of her own poopy diaper. She then taped it up tighter, gave it a kiss, and tossed it perfectly in her open diaper pail.
Angela found this to be so arousing that she unconsciously began rubbing the vibrator harder on Maria, who started to scream in satisfaction. Moments later, David said he was about to cum.
"Maria, can you give me some of his cum?" Angela asked. "If that's okay, David."
"Sure," they both said. About a minute later, David shot his load in Maria's mouth. She instructed Angela to lie down and open wide as Maria let a portion of the semen trickle out of her mouth and into Angela's. The two of them swallowed together, as if they were in sync.
David went to the bathroom, and Maria helped Angela into her new diaper.
"So, I was wondering..." Maria asked as she finished taping Angela up.
"Why I asked for some of his load?" Angela asked.
Maria laughed, "I just never thought of a lesbian asking for a man's cum."
"I normally wouldn't if it was from a man," Angela said. "But it wasn't from a man. It was from you."
The two of them embraced and got dressed, along with David. She thanked them for the lovely evening and drove home feeling incredible. When she got home, she had a text message from Maria. "Tonight was awesome! We'll have to do it again soon 😉" Angela knew she needed to go to sleep, but was much too excited to do so.
chapter 5
A few weeks removed from her rendezvous with Maria and her husband, Angela felt looser than she had in a while. She felt some sexual tension in the air at Maria's gorgeously decorated home, not least of all from seeing her in a ravishing dress and diaper.
She and Maria had agreed to not discuss the incident at work. Fun as it was, they didn't want others to get the wrong idea. On days when Maria was her changing partner, she had to remind herself that they were around others. Sure, they were grown women getting their diapers changed, but she needed to respect their comfort. There was no doubt that Maria loved David, but having Angela in the mix was a nice change of pace, as told via text.
Angela was finishing changing Heidi, a regular in her late 40s with a very wet diaper, when Megan walked in. While Megan normally left her office to get changed, her expression seemed different.
"Angela, may I see you?" Megan asked.
Never before had Angela witnessed Megan enter the Diapering Room and request a single person. Occasionally, she would make announcements for everyone, such as allowing guests who were into age regression to bring pacifiers. This time, all eyes were on Angela. At least, that's how it seemed. Megan had approached her discretely without drawing any attention, but the spotlight effect made it feel like she had shouted her name at top volume.
When they got to Megan's office, Angela noticed that she seemed like she was having trouble with where to start. Her dread furthered as she thought of what it could be about. She had been consistently on time and was getting along with everyone.
As Angela was thinking about her camaraderie with the others, she panicked. Had Megan learned of her and Maria's encounter? She hadn't told anyone and knew Maria wouldn't do so or betray her trust. Maybe Megan was incredibly perceptive and figured it out herself. She felt her palms drip as she hoped for mercy, if that was the case.
"Angela," Megan began. "We've been getting quite a bit of attention." As she heard this, Angela relaxed. Whatever was happening didn't seemed to be concerning only her.
"Websites and writers have been contacting me rather insistently," she continued. "They all want to tell everyone about the 'diaper spa,'" she said with air quotes.
"Do you not want them to, write a story, I mean?" Angela asked.
Megan shook her head. "It has to be done correctly. So many of them aren't willing or able to come in. They think it can be done exclusively via the phone or email."
Angela understood but couldn't yet tell why Megan had summoned her specifically.
"I did find someone suitable for the job, though," Megan said. "Her portfolio is strong and I spoke with her over the phone. She won't be sullying our reputation."
"Well, that's good," Angela said. "When is she coming?"
"She'll be here this Friday. She wanted to speak with me and at least one Specialist," Megan said. "Angela, would you be comfortable with this?"
The lump in Angela's throat started to re-emerge. She was flattered but also nervous. Megan had a good feeling about the writer, but Angela feared she would make a poor impression. Despite her trepidation, she agreed. She answered questions while assisting new clients with ease and figured a formal interview wouldn't be much different.
When she came back to the Diapering Room, she immediately saw how swamped her coworkers were with clients. She opened up her station and invited a black woman with a poopy Abena up to be changed. Though she knew it wasn't her fault, she still felt bad about leaving her team short a person and having people wait longer than usual for diaper changes.
When the crowd started to thin out, Maria, Ashley, Taylor, and Gillian crept over to Angela's station. She knew curious faces she saw them.
"Wondering about why I was in Megan's office?" she asked, to which they nodded in near-perfect unison.
"This writer wants to write a story about here and interview me," Angela said.
"Just you?" Taylor asked, clearly trying to look like she cared less than she did.
"Well, it was up to Megan," Angela clarified. "Did she not ask any of you about it?"
Gillian laughed. "I think Megan's still mad at me for pointing out that she was leaking onto the floor last week. No way she'd ask me."
"Angela, you've done well here, but I don't think you should've accepted it," Ashley said. "At least not before talking to us."
"But I am talking to you guys," Angela try to protest as politely as possible. She looked to Maria, hoping she could vouch for her.
"What did you say to Megan?" Maria asked.
Angela shrugged. "I said I would do it, but I can tell her I changed my mind," she continued when she noticed Maria taking a deep breath. Disappointing her was a new and unpleasant experience.
"Please understand, Angela," she said sweetly. "We aren't upset with you. We're upset with Megan for not consulting with any of us about this. We know you'll do great, but it wasn't right for her to try and sneak it by us."
"Don't worry," Angela said. "I'll make sure it's not just about me and Megan."
The day of the interview came and Angela was excited. She had rehearsed her answers in the mirror and felt she was up for any question. She had looked at past articles written by the author and believed Megan had made the right choice. She was professional but not generic. Like any good journalist, she seemed to have a curious mind.
Angela still couldn't help but be self-conscious about the situation. She'd be arriving soon and hoped she wouldn't be too judgemental. She was pulling back Fatima's diaper to see how wet she was and thinking about how odd it might look. Plus, she had gotten used to the strong odors of used diapers but could see how it would turn off someone unprepared.
She had been torn about what to wear. Typically, she liked just wearing a top and a diaper for comfort and to make people more at ease, knowing she was diapered just like them. Part of her thought doing so for an interview wouldn't be professional, but she decided that not being herself would be especially unprofessional.
The waiting was becoming agonizing. She was due any second and Angela's stomach starting getting knotted. Only squatting down and filling her diaper could help.
Fatima was quick on the uptake, checking Angela's diaper and seeing the mess inside.
The sound of the words "Excuse me, is there an Angela Rivers here?" as she was being changed came in and filled her mind with a sudden jolt of panic, but she immediately relaxed. She had become so conditioned to tranquility through diaper changes that they could shake off bad feelings at an instance.
She waved her arm and called for the person over. Though she was in an awkward situation, she was glad Fatima had finished wiping her and disposed of her diaper. As she was being powdered, she made her introduction, hand extended.
"Hi, I'm Angela," she said to the woman, dressed in a blue Oxford shirt and khaki pants, who introduced herself as Caroline. Though she was literally looking down at Angela, it didn't feel judgemental. She was looking at Angela through the process with a profound sense of curiosity.
"Would you like to speak here or somewhere more private?" Caroline asked. Privacy was irrelevant at this point in their just-commenced relationship. Angela did think about the concerns raised the other day.
"We can speak here," she said. "But I think you should also ask some questions to my coworkers." She brought Caroline over to Ashley's changing station, where she was taking care of another college-aged woman. The Abena around her thick ass was being opened and revealing a big yellow stain.
"Excuse me?" she asked, pointing at both Ashley and the other woman "May we speak to you for moment?"
"As long as I can keep changing this gorgeous girl's diaper, sure," Ashley said. The woman agreed but requested that Caroline not use her real name. Angela stood by, making sure that nothing too invasive was asked. She was mostly covering the basics, asking Ashley about what it was like changing adult women's diapers for a living and asking the woman (a first-timer) what she enjoyed about the spa. Ashley also brought up her bodily issues and graciously specified that no other Diaper Specialist was incontinent. As she wiped, powdered, and diapered the woman, Angela noticed Caroline taking extensive notes.
She made the rounds to talk with other staff members and observe them in action. Fatima called Angela over to take her of her poopy diaper. It was the first pooped diaper that Caroline had seen up close. She didn't appear to be grossed out and even asked Fatima some questions while being changed.
"So what appeals to you about-"
"Going poo-poo?" Fatima finished for her.
"Yes, in a diaper to be exact," Caroline continued.
"I think it just makes a day better," Fatima said. "I can be stressed out or bored. But then I need to take a big dump in my diaper and it's full of my poop. And then I have a great friend like Angela clean me up." Angela was flattered but also a little surprised. Fatima was sweet but she never seemed as confident in talking about diapers as she did just then.
"That's a pretty impressive load," Caroline said, looking at the poop in Fatima's diaper. She turned to Angela. "Could I get one?"
Angela was hoping she would ask and told her that would be more that okay. Maria was free so she got Caroline set up. They were too far for Angela to see what was going on, so she stayed focused on cleaning up Fatima.
"This is crazy," Angela said.
"Is it my poop?" Fatima asked. "I'm sorry, I hope it's not too big."
"Of course not," Angela smiled. "It's just that Caroline is trying out a diaper."
Ashley was eavesdropping and came over. "She's pretty thick," she said.
"So?" Angela said. "Maria's got her in an L4. Those are big enough."
"Oh I know," Ashley said defensively, "I just think it's pretty hot."
Angela agreed as she saw Caroline's outstanding ass in her diaper. It was the biggest she and seen and she was jealous of Maria for getting to handle it. She made a mental note to ask Caroline if she could change her when the time was right.
"This feels so weird," Caroline said to Angela, as she got off the changing table.
"You don't need to tell me that," Angela said. "But you get used to it."
"I knew I would have to try," Caroline said. "You mind if we sit down for a long-ish interview? I'd like it'd to be somewhere secluded."
Angela thought for a moment. Megan's office would've been ideal, but it was locked and she didn't have access to the key. The break room had people in it. She could've put a "Out of Order" sign on the sauna, but she didn't want the moisture to affect Caroline's tape recorder.
"Hey, Maria," Angela asked her friend while she was restocking her station with wipes. "When's your next massage appointment?"
"Not for another hour," Maria said. "What's up?"
"Could we use it for an interview?" Caroline asked. "It shouldn't take longer than 30 minutes."
Maria agreed, but Angela was puzzled. She didn't imagine they would be speaking for 15 minutes, let alone 30. She wondered about how deeply Caroline was going to delve.
They entered the massage room, and Angela locked the door. Caroline asked if she could begin recording.
"So, how did you start working here?" she asked.
"I actually stumbled in here by chance," Angela said. "I had no idea what was going on with the diapers, but I ran into a friend. She convinced me to stick it out, and here I am."
"Is the appeal mainly sexual?" Caroline asked.
Angela pondered this. "It's complicated. I certainly do find gratification through diapers, as do many other women here. However, it's also about self-acceptance."
"Self-acceptance?" Caroline asked.
"Yeah," Angela said. "Wearing and using diapers with other women can help you realize how little we have to be ashamed of. I was self-conscious about pooping my diaper at first, but then I saw others who seemed so much more attractive and confident than me filling theirs."
The interview was continuing on well. Angela felt she was doing a good job of answering questions fully and respectfully. She was glad that Caroline used "diaper lover" in place of "adult baby" and didn't exhaust her with questions about how seemingly unorthodox the kink was.
"Suppose the spa closes tomorrow, and you have enough saved up to live comfortably for the foreseeable future," Caroline asked towards the end of the interview. "Are you staying diapered?"
"I think so," Angela saved. "It'll save water." Caroline laughed and turned off her tape recorder.
"Well, thank you so much," she said. "The hardest part will be talking about being diapered."
"Still not used to it?" Angela asked.
"Not quite," Caroline said. "Any suggestions?"
"Don't force it," Angela said. "Just let yourself be."
Like clockwork, Angela saw Caroline's diaper swelling. It was a gentle trickle that morphed into a gushing. Thanks to the size of her diaper, Caroline's wetting meant she was still able to keep it on.
"That really helped," she said, feeling her wet crotch. "This feels really good."
"I can get you changed," Angela suggested.
"I actually need to poop," Caroline said. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that."
Angela laughed. "This is the right place to do it. Just make sure you relax again."
Caroline heeded her advice and dropped a thick log in her Abena. It was one push, but it was a long one. Angela knew this would be an impressive poop.
"Oh man this is so squishy," Caroline said as she patted her ass. "Can you change me now?"
"I have to," Angela said, "But I'd love to."
They went back to the Diapering Room, which was fairly slow. It didn't take long for the scent of Caroline's diaper to fill the room. Even Ashley, known for the size of her messes, was taken aback.
"Two poopy diapers?" she asked Angela.
"Just one," Angela said, as Caroline smiled. "I'll take care of it."
"Well, I gotta see this," Ashley said. Maria and Fatima came over as well. Angela asked Caroline if it was all right for them to watch, and she said it was fine.
As expected, Caroline's poop was large but also one huge log. Angela knew from experience that she was desperate to get it out. She felt good about how her encouragement must've helped. Ashley seemed a bit jealous until she realized that Caroline couldn't be considered for "Poop of the Month." Maria joked that she hadn't messed her diaper yet that day but Caroline gave enough for both of them. Fatima helped hold Caroline's legs up while Angela wiped her.
Caroline thanked them for the change but asked to be put back into her underwear. However, she did request to bring home one diaper "for further research." She said she would be speaking with Megan over the phone for information about the spa's founding. For the time being, Angela felt proud about how she represented Padded Bliss.
chapter 6
On a Tuesday morning, Angela's alarm didn't go off. It wasn't even set, for that matter, but she still yawned awake at around 7 a.m., her internal clock so well-developed. It usually came in handy but not so much today. It was her day off from Padded Bliss, as it was for everyone else at the spa. Cold weather in the region had frozen the pipes in the building, which Padded Bliss shared with several other businesses. The irony of a business where the toilet was almost never used was not lost on Angela. However, she understood why they needed to be repaired, especially given her and other Diaper Specialists need to wash their hands after changes.
She had gotten a full night's rest and rued not being able to just fall back asleep. Even she was still sleepy, she had a very wet diaper on that she couldn't ignore. She had been wetting in her sleep more than ever recently. Maria had been telling her that was a sign she was becoming a "true diaper woman." To which Delilah replied that wouldn't happen until she pooped in her sleep.
Angela considered keeping her diaper on until she took her morning poop or at least gave it another wetting. She checked her stash in her closet and saw she had more than enough. She ordered three packs of Attends M4s for overnight shipping about a week again, when a blizzard was first predicated to hit her area. As it turns out, there was barely half an inch of snow. The temperatures did drop severely though. So, she was happy to have taken the precaution.
She stripped off her wet diaper and wiped herself carefully. With no rush to be anywhere or do anything, she could take her time with showering and making breakfast. After the shower, as she spread blackberry jam on a piece of rye toast (that went with a glass of pulpy orange juice) in her silk lavender bathrobe, she laughed as she though about how she could model for a "happy breakfast" stock photo shoot. They would just need to cover up her diaper.
It was so nice and warm inside her apartment, she was content to stay in her robe and diaper for the whole of the day. She became even more excited when she remembered that she wasn't scheduled to work again until Thursday, meaning she could do this again tomorrow.
She sat down with a cup of green tea as she went through emails she needed to reply to. Her phone buzzed with a text from Maria, asking what she was up to.
"Staying warm," Angela replied.
"I wish I was," Maria's next text read, which she followed up with a selfie of her in a drug store, holding a box of wipes. She explained that she had plenty of diapers but ran out of wipes unexpectedly.
"You should've texted me earlier," Angela wrote back, "I have plenty of wipes you could've taken."
"Oh, I couldn't do that to you," Maria replied.
"Well, I would love some company," Angela said.
"I don't think I'm far from you," Maria replied. "Be there in 15?"
"Sounds good," Angela replied.
This was just enough time for Angela to spruce up her living room a little bit and put on some actual clothes. She was enjoying her loungewear but didn't want to make Maria uncomfortable. She had a hunch they'd be stripped to their diapers and tops pretty soon though.
Angela's buzzer went off and she invited Maria up. She was cold just looking at her, wearing a heavy coat and her nose visibly running. They embraced and laughed about how Maria was extra-padded.
"This is a great setup," Maria said, looking around Angela's apartment.
"Oh, that's right, you've never been here," Angela said. "Well, I make due with what I have. Can I take your coat?"
"Sure," Maria said, handing it to her, she started to untie her boots and put them aside. Angela couldn't help but notice the large bag Maria had set by the door.
"New purse?" she asked.
"New diaper bag," Maria smiled, showing her inside. Sure enough, it had four clean diapers, wipes, and powder inside. There were also pockets for Maria's keys and wallet, which she jokingly referred to as "non-essentials."
"That's smart," Angela said. "I keep having to fold mine over to fit in my purse."
"I was doing that too," Maria said. "But my mom got this for me recently."
"Your mom knows about you and diapers?" Angela said.
"Sure," Maria said. "We don't keep any secrets. She does insist I only wet when I visit, though. And I have to change myself, of course."
"Of course," Angela agreed, wanting to change the subject.
"Does your mother know?" Maria asked.
"No..." Angela said with a sigh. "I mean, I told her I got a job at a spa, but she doesn't know anything else. I gave her the idea that it would just be temporary."
"I'm surprised you've kept it from her for this long," Maria said.
"I always figured she'd be the last person I told," Angela said. "It's just that I'm an only child and I don't want to disappoint her."
"There's no way you will," Maria said.
"Aw, thanks," Angela replied, feeling better. She felt a bit of a rumble in her stomach.
"Hey Maria," she said. "You might need to break out those wipes soon."
"Ooh, do you have a poo-poo coming?" Maria asked with utter excitement.
"Yeah," Angela said. She got up from her seat. She knew this would be a big load and needed as much room as possible.
A few farts rippled out, making them both laugh and giving a good indication of the odor that was to follow. Angela soon felt her tender asshole open as she dropped a huge poop into her thick Abena diaper. It came out as one continuous piece that seemed almost endless. She also took an extraordinary piss as she was pooping. Her jeans were still on and she reveled in how tight they felt around her and her dirty diaper.
"Oh, that was such a sexy dump you just took," Maria said. She brought her face right up to the outside of Angela's jeans. Angela felt her pussy throbbing as Maria inhaled the smell of her mess.
"Sorry about that," Maria laughed sheepishly. "Do you want a change?"
"Actually," Angela began, "I was wondering if you needed to poop soon?"
"No caca right now," Maria said, "But I'm due. Did you have something in mind?"
"Well, I was hoping we could hang out in our poopy diapers," Angela said. "Until the smell gets too bad, that is."
Maria immediately agreed. Angela decided to keep her pants on until Maria pooped. They sat down to watch and laugh at daytime TV. Angela was enjoying herself but knew she needed to get out of her diaper. She was just about to ask Maria to change her when she saw her Argentinian friend squat and fill her diaper. Angela had seen Maria poop countless diapers but never strain like this.
"Everything okay?" she asked when she was done.
"Yeah," Maria said. "I had little turds this time. Sorry if you wanted something bigger."
"No worries," Angela said. "I think mine's big enough for both of us. How about I take care of you first?"
Maria agreed as Angela slipped her pants off. "Let's see what kind of poo-poo Maria made," she said affectionately as she untaped her diaper. Sure enough, her poop was small and hard, not that big logs that she usually released.
"Wow, Maria," Angela said as she wiped her ass, "I think even Gillian has bigger poops then this," referring to a petite coworker of theirs. Maria laughed and commented on how much more work Angela's diaper would be.
Before she had a chance to be re-diapered, Maria was asking Angela to lie down. "Do you need a diaper change?" she asked coyly. Angela felt so naughty as Maria opened her diaper and talked about how dirty she was. After each wipe, she would bring it up to Angela and tease her with how bad it smelled. Due to Padded Bliss' policies, Angela hadn't had a diaper change quite like this. She liked it a lot.
After kissing Angela's and her own rolled up diapers, Maria went to put them in Angela's diaper pail. As Angela watched her walk into the bedroom, she marveled at how her bare ass jiggled. She followed her and examined her through the doorway.
"Ready for a new diaper?" Maria asked.
"Not quite," Angela said, stripping off her top.
chapter 7
The couple days off from work had been nice to Angela, but she was glad to be back at Padded Bliss. She was feeling a bit stir-crazy, only leaving briefly to pick up some groceries. The weather was still cold, but the frozen pipes had been fixed. Plus, having a wet diaper made her feel a bit warmer, if only slightly.
Her and Maria's recent tryst was wonderful, but they both decided it wasn't something they should repeat, at least not without Maria's husband around. She trusted Maria's confidentiality. Despite the positive experience, she felt like she had gotten carried away. She apologized to Maria for being shortsighted. Maria said she was to blame as well, and they agreed to carry on as professionally as possible.
Her first day back was rather slow. Thanks to the still-cold temperatures, only a few customers came through. Never one to let her employees slack, Megan designed the day to be all about cleaning. There had a couple call-offs, so Angela, Fatima, Ashley, and Tiffani were tasked with making sure their stations were all properly sanitized and stocked. Then, they had to clean up around the masseuse area and sauna. It didn't affect Angela much, as she was constantly polishing up her station during downtime. Tiffani, on the other hand, was generally nice but absent-minded. She didn't have her diapers organized by size and type, like she was supposed to, and she had a habit of spilling powder everywhere on her station.
Angela was also her diapering partner for the day. While Tiffani was certainly good at changing diapers, she was rather high-maintenance about being changed herself. She would wet her diaper once and then ask for a change. Even if she was relatively dry, she would still insist. When she had a poopy diaper, she would be overly-apologetic. That day, she produced some small lumps that required minimal wiping from Angela, but she couldn't stop apologizing.
At the end of the day, Angela knew she had to bring this up to Megan. It hadn't been her first time working with Tiffani, but this day made her realize she wouldn't want to do so again. But she knew she couldn't just say she didn't want to be paired with her. She didn't know the slightest clue of how to phrase it, even as she was knocking on Megan's office.
"Come in," she heard.
Upon entering, Angela saw Megan's diapered bottom as she was brushing crumbs with a small broom and dustpan. Megan greeted her and explained that she was doing some cleaning of her own.
"Megan, I want to talk to you about Tiffani," Angela said with some hesitation. Megan stopped what she was doing, quickly disposed of the crumbs, and gestured for Angela to take a seat.
"Is she giving you problems?" Megan asked knowingly.
"Unfortunately, yes," Angela replied. "She's got a big heart but taking care of her can be a hassle."
"I've talked to her about it," Megan said. "I think it's a matter of pride."
"Pride?" Angela asked.
"Yes," Megan said. "Tiffani was one of our earliest Diaper Specialists. She and Ashley were actually my first two hires. I knew I wanted Ashley, since she has to wear 24/7 anyway. But Tiffani never quite took to diapers. I told her all about needing to wear and use them, but I gathered early on that she was using the toilet constantly here. It wasn't until I gave her a warning that she needed to start peeing and pooping her diapers. Even so, she's still embarrassed."
"But we all wear diapers here," Angela said.
"Yes, but only Tiffani is work-exclusive. I think the more she sees us loving our diapers, the greater the disconnect is," Megan said.
"Well, why doesn't she quit or why don't you..." Angela asked, gesturing at Megan.
"It's a tough job market, and I think we treat her pretty well," Megan said. "And she hasn't done anything terribly wrong. Not loving diapers is unfortunate, but it doesn't warrant termination. "
"It'd be nice if she didn't need changes so often, though," Angela replied.
"You think this is bad?" Megan asked. "When we first opened, she would barely pee and insist on a change right away. Meanwhile, Ashley had the biggest poo-poo ever and would still wait at least ten minutes. Not that Ashley has changed much in that regard."
Angela laughed and thanked Megan, who told her to notify her if she had any more concerns about Tiffani.
The next day, Angela was glad to see that everyone scheduled had shown up. It was a very important day. Once a month, new clients got 50% off their visit to Padded Bliss if they came with a friend who referred them. It was hectic, but lots of fun seeing new faces and wiping new asses.
She looked at the chart for the day. She had been hoping to get Fatima or Maria as a partner. Instead, she was with Tiffani again. She thought Megan had forgotten to make a new chart, but she saw the date written clearly at the top. Something written next to their names puzzled her the most: "Mentoring."
She was about to go see Megan and ask when she noticed her approaching her.
"What's this all about?" Angela asked. "Is Tiffani mentoring me?"
Megan shook her head. "Other way around. I was thinking about our conversation, and I realized that Tiffani does need help. She has our lowest customer satisfaction rating when it comes to diaper changes, and you have the highest."
As pleased as Angela was to hear that, she still felt unsure. "So, what do you need me to do?"
"Well, you'll be changing her and she'll be changing you, of course," Megan said. "But you need to be guiding her with others. Make sure she's being friendly and engaging. Help her to not turn away from poopy diapers so much." Angela promised Megan she would try her best, but she didn't know if that would help.
As expected, there was a large amount of women coming into Padded Bliss. There were a couple of sorority girls, one who Angela knew from previous visits. There were some housewives looking to be "pampered" (they would say with a knowing laugh). There were longtime diaper lovers bringing along their skeptical friends. Across the board, Angela knew they needed to be taken care of.
Angela knew that Megan had spoken to Tiffani about what was happening, though Tiffani was displeased, based on her body language. All previous clients would be handled by Angela. Tiffani, however, would handle new ones under Angela's guidance. They would take turns so there wouldn't be overlap.
"Hey Ang," Judith, a middle-aged diaper lover with frizzy hair and glasses said as she popped over to her station and stripped off her pants. Angela remembered when Judith first started coming to Padded Bliss. Like most first-timers, she seemed nervous about the experience, but she was soon a regular, updating Angela and others about the status of her interior design business while giggling about how lumpy her mess was.
"Hey Judith," Angela said, retrieving her favorite Bambino. "What's new?"
"Well, I have this amazing plan for a master bedroom that will really impress you," Judith beamed. "Also, I had chill last night, so..."
"Prepare for poop?" Angela asked, to which Judith admitted.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Judith said as Angela taped her snug. "This is my friend Sarah." A tall, attractive woman with sharp, long brown hair greeted Angela. "Judith told me all about how great you are," Sarah said. "I don't believe you'll be diapering me though?"
"No, but this lovely lady will be," Angela said, gesturing to Tiffani, who didn't seem to be paying attention. When she realized it was time to get Sarah diapered, she didn't offer any greeting. Instead, she just started pulling out supplies and diapers.
"Aren't you going to ask what kind of diaper she wants?" Angela whispered.
"I know what size she is just by looking at her," Tiffani protested.
"But what about the kind?" Angela pointed out.
"M4 will be fine," Tiffani said.
"Actually," Sarah said, having overheard their conversation. "I'd like one of these," she said, pointing at Judith's Bambino Magnifico.
"With pleasure," Angela said, which Tiffani passively mimicking her enthusiasm.
There was a protocol to making new clients feel more comfortable. One was asking how comfortable they were undressing. Tiffani did manage to ask this, with Sarah going down to her bra. Then, there was the ice-breaking. The Diaper Specialists needed to engage with their new customers so they would feel at ease. Angela liked to mix it up. Sometimes she would comment on how a diaper would look great with someone's skin tone. Other times she would ask about piercings or tattoos. Tiffani took a more uniform approach. She asked Sarah if she had ever tried diapers before. It wasn't a bad question, but it was the same one she had always asked, and it wasn't delivered with much enthusiasm. You could easily tell it was done out of obligation, not curiosity.
"I think this diaper really goes well with you," Angela said as Tiffani taped Sara up. "Don't you, Tiff?"
"Uh...yeah," Tiffani said with great hesitation.
"Do you wanna take off your shorts?" Angela asked Tiffani. "It's pretty stuffy in here and we're all stripped to our diapers anyway." She knew it was asking a lot. The only time Tiffani exposed her diaper was when it was time to be changed. She didn't want to embarrass her, but she wanted to help her become more of a team-player. With her, Judith and Sarah all in witness, Tiffani reluctantly pulled down her shorts to reveal her Abena M4.
As she was revealing her diaper, the smell inside of it became more apparent. Angela could see why she wanted to keep her shorts on.
"Did you make a nice poo-poo Tiff?" Angela asked, trying to make her feel more comfortable.
"Yeah," Tiffani said bashfully, "I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"Oh my diaper will be just as bad soon enough," Angela said with a laugh.
"How did you poop so discretely?" Sarah asked with wonder.
"I have to go when I get nervous," Tiffani said. "And when I get nervous, I'm too tense to squat."
"What did you drop?" Judith asked.
"What did I drop?" Tiffani asked, confused.
"In your diaper," Judith clarified. "Little nuggets? A big log?"
"I think it was pretty big," Tiffani said. "Wanna see?" She stuck her ass out and let Angela and Judith peek into her diaper while Sarah hung back. It was a couple of mushy logs, plus a bit of pee. They all were impressed and Tiffani seemed to be taking the attention relatively well.
Angela said goodbye for the time being to Judith and Sarah and set to work on Tiffani's diaper. She had a very dirty ass, but Angela obviously didn't mind. She noticed that when Tiffani changed poopy diapers, she would wipe quickly and sloppily, like she just wanted to get it over with. On her first visit, a friend of Ashley's remarked about how self-conscious Tiffani had made her feel, even without saying anything. The best Diaper Specialists knew to take their time and make everyone feel welcomed.
Moving the wipes fully down her pussy and ass and getting as deep as possible, Angela hoped to impart to Tiffani how to clean someone up properly. She kept the conversation flowing, joking about how much she impressed Judith and Sarah. Tiffani still seemed a bit embarrassed, but Angela knew she had to weaned off the embarrassment.
"I can't believe I showed them my poop," Tiffani said, with an apparent mix of disbelief and excitement after her change.
"Don't worry," Angela said. "I think they liked it. I mean, I know Judith did." It had slowed down a bit since the initial rush, and they were now waiting for people to come back for changes.
"Can I tell you something?" Tiffani asked.
"Sure," Angela replied, her curiosity piqued.
"I know everyone thinks I just wear diapers here," Tiffani began.
"But you wear them at home too?" Angela asked.
"Yes," Tiffani said, "Well, no. I used to. I had a boyfriend who was into diapers. We would wear them together and I loved it. The spa opened after we broke up. I hadn't been diapered in at least a year, but I was hoping it would reinvigorate me. It didn't go so well and still isn't."
"Wow," Angela said, processing it slowly. "Did you tell Megan?"
"No," Tiffani said. "I didn't want to create too-high expectations in case things didn't work out. I thought I would get back in the groove, but I realized something."
"What's that?" Angela asked.
"I do love diapers," Tiffani said. "But it needs to be with another person. I need a partner into them too."
"For companionship?" Angela asked. "Or sex?"
"Both really," Tiffani said. "I loved hanging out with my boyfriend and cuddling, but I also loved when he would wet his diaper and have me suck his cock. I just feel distracted here, and I don't know how to help it."
"I think I can help," Angela said.
"How?" Tiffani asked.
"I can help you find a guy," Angela said. "I mean, that is what you want, right?"
"It is," Tiffani said, "But I'm not sure if I'm ready."
"You're never gonna be any more ready than you are now," Angela replied, to which Tiffani agreed. Judith and Sarah came back with diapers ready to be changed, and as Angela untaped Judith's diaper, she thought about how she could help Tiffani.
By the end of the day, Tiffani seemed to be doing a lot better. She was more engaged than usual with customers and didn't inadvertently offend anyone. Megan had texted Angela, asking to meet with her after Tiffani left. Angela knew she wanted to bring this new issue up; she just wasn't sure how to.
"Good day, right?" Megan said after Angela entered her office. Angela was a bit thrown off by how she didn't really even ask for her assessment, but she agreed. Tiffani, while still not perfect, had shown incredible growth in just a single day.
"It's really interesting," Angela said. "I was talking with Tiff and it turns out she likes diapers, at least she used to before working here."
"I knew it," Megan said. "Well, I didn't know it, but I had a real good feeling. I'm glad you could coax it out of her at least. Bad breakup, right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?" Angela asked.
"Kinks are tricky in relationships," Megan said. "Even if you think you're only doing it for your partner, it can be a huge emotional investment. I just hope she has things figured out."
"Well, I think we can help her," Angela said.
"How's that?" Megan asked.
"It's pretty simple," Angela said. "We help her find a guy who's into diapers that she'll get along with. I know we can't force anything but it's worth a shot, right? Plus, I've already told her I would help her with this."
Megan put her hand on her chin in apparent consideration. Angela didn't have any further ideas and was counting on her to pull through. After all, she figured Tiffani was counting on her.
"I have an idea," Megan said after a moment. "But let me put it to paper first."
At home, Angela changed out of a soaked diaper and reorganized her bookshelf. Her phone buzzed with a message from Megan: "Got an idea - mixer event for diapered singles at PB. Men allowed!!" It didn't seem like too bad of a plan to Angela. She was about to reply when she realized she was beaten to the punch. First by Ashley, then Brooklyn, and Fatima. It had been in the group chat and seen by almost everyone, including Tiffani.
Angela texted Megan privately, telling her that she wished she had done so in a more tactful manner that wouldn't have embarrassed Tiffani. Megan responded by saying that she did so with the intention of not embarrassing her., but instead letting other diaper lovers connect. Angela knew it wasn't worth arguing over, but she was worried by Tiffani's lack of response.
The event was on the following Friday evening at Padded Bliss. The team had been spending the better part of the week getting the place ready, including emptying all diaper pails, with the knowledge of how many wet and messy diapers would be produced that night. However, there were some clear conduct rules put in place. There was a dress code which required proper covering of diapers. Changes would need to be done in a considerate way. The event was taking place in the Diapering Room, but the stations had been put aside to make room for people. Instead, there were mats on the floor, spaced about three feet apart from each other. Guests could change each other on them, but they needed to be respectful of each other's space.
Guests started arriving in droves. Angela wasn't surprised by how male-heavy it was at first, given how many guys she knew with the kink. Her friend Ian, an architect who loved standing-up changes, greeted her with a hug.
"It's so great to see you. Don't worry, I'm soggy but not stinky," he said, showing his diaper waistband.
"Well, you're in good hands should that change," Angela said. "I would say go mingle, but there might not be many ladies for a while." She scanned the room and only saw a select few women. However, there were some gay and bisexual men who were hitting it off, which was nice to see. She also felt like Tiffani would have a better chance with less competition.
More woman started coming through, just about all of them who had been to the spa before, including employees like Megan, Brooklyn, and Ashley. Angela enjoyed people-watching, so it was fun to see people hit it off or falter. She knew how important timing was. Diapers were bringing them all together, but it couldn't be the only thing. She saw several men who were rejected swiftly by asking women if they need changes. But a few others succeeded by being complimentary and respecting boundaries. She noticed Ian engaged with a lovely Asian woman named Lily in her twenties and politely told her that he needed to poop. She definitely appreciated it, as minutes later, Angela saw her changing his diaper while his cock was rock hard.
Angela had wished Tiffani had been able to meet Ian. During his poopy diaper change, she was being something of a wallflower. In fact, she was like that for a good portion of the evening. There was all sorts of energy and laughs going through the air. But Tiffani wasn't participating. She was having a couple drinks to evidently calm her nerves. Angela could see it was having at least some sort of impact.
"Tiff," Angela said gingerly. "You're leaking."
"Oh shit," Tiffani grimaced as her pee trickled out of her diaper. Let me go change."
"That won't be necessary," Angela said. "Excuse me, sir? This wonderful woman would love for you to change her."
A man that looked to be about Tiffani's age came over and greeted her. His name was Jason and he worked as a paralegal. Though Angela wished they could've spoken longer before the change, she had a good feeling about him. She noticed how much attention he gave to her, from taking off the first tape to disposing of her wet diaper and getting her in a dry one. He was clearly calming her, given her happy demeanor.
Angela was happy for Tiffani, but she realized she had to pee herself. As she filled up her diaper, she wondered who would change her. Megan was being changed by Brooklyn, and Ashley was flirting with a guy bragging about how he wet himself during a job interview with no one realizing it.
Guys had been approaching her all night, and it was difficult to turn them down. She couldn't quite decide on the best way to assert that she was a lesbian. A few queer women were present, but they seemed to have paired off already.
Angela decided it was pointless to wait for someone and just changed her diaper herself. As though a miracle happened, she heard a familiar voice right when she positioned herself on the mat.
"Now don't let your sexy self not get a first-rate diaper change," Judith said, entering and looking beautiful, albeit with her hair still a bit teased out. Sarah wasn't with her, as Judith explained it, she thought diapers were interesting but not something she really desired.
Angela was relieved to see her and immediately asked if she needed a change, forgetting about her own needs. Judith, being so patient and loving, got her situated and changed her diaper incredibly. She had never been with someone who had ever applied tapes as precisely as she did. A little bit later, Judith had a much bigger job in her Bambino. When Angela was done, she made sure the tapes were as even as possible.
chapter 8
Angela Rivers had gotten so used to sleeping alone, that feeling the bare touch of another person's hand on her skin jolted her awake. She saw Judith sleeping peacefully beside her and felt at ease. The two of them had been going steady for the last couple weeks, and this was the first time Angela had spent the night at Judith's. She felt even calmer looking at the decor in her bedroom. It was incredibly tasteful and attractive, which she would expect from an interior designer.
As comfortable as Angela was in bed with Judith, her wet Abena was causing some discomfort. She peeled it off in the bathroom and fitted herself into a clean one. Judith used her bathroom wastebasket as her diaper pail. It was nearly at capacity, but Angela fit her soaked Abena snugly in a tight spot and got herself into a clean one.
As she crawled back into bed, she saw Judith lightly stirring awake. As she moved the blanket off herself, Angela was reminded that Judith had gone to bed in her underwear that night. She explained to Angela that diapers were something she greatly enjoyed but preferred in smaller doses. Angela understood, but she sometimes felt like a burden when the two of them were together and she had to ask Judith for a diaper change. Judith always had her purse stocked with diapers and wipes. Sometimes Angela would want to suggest she slip into one herself, but she knew that would put Judith in an awkward situation. She definitely loved diapering Angela and was not shy to share how they met with others.
"Good morning," Judith said as she yawned awake. Angela returned the greeting.
"Did you wet last night?" Judith asked.
"No," Angela said. "Well, actually, yes. I took care of it though," she patted her dry diaper as if to make some kind of point.
"Oh, I wished I could've changed you," Judith said, rising out of bed. "But I know you'll let me soon." Judith excused herself to the bathroom where she turned on the shower and washed herself off for fifteen minutes.
When Judith emerged in her silk bathrobe, she went to a pack of Bambino Magnificos and pulled one out. Angela was elated but wanted to play it cool.
"A little help, please?" Judith said, diaper in hand. Angela excitedly fitted her in it. It wasn't the first time she had diapered Judith, but it had been about a week.
"So, I have a bit of a goal today," judith said mysteriously.
"Oh?" Angela replied. "What's that?"
"I want to go a full day diapered," Judith said. "I've never done it before."
"That's awesome," Angela said. "I think you'll love it."
"And I want to go out," Judith said affirmatively.
"Like, 'out, out?'" Angela asked.
"I want to know I can do it," Judith said. "You have, right?"
Angela was typically diapered 24/7, so if she was at the mall and had to poop, it was up to her to change her diaper in the bathroom. But she had never been with another woman who was diapered in public all day. It was a fantasy of hers, and Judith being part of it made it all the sweeter, but she still had some understandable nerves. She rationalized it by remembering that she was way more nervous about trying out diapers months before. She only had one question for Judith: where did she want to go?
The first thing they did was get breakfast at a local diner. There was so much coffee pulled, that both Angela and Judith filled their diapers. Rather than change each other, they both stripped off their diapers in front of each other and wiped individually. They made it through the farmers' market and bowling without any problems. It was while sitting on a bench that things got tricky.
Judith was trying her best to appear nonchalant as she shifted in her seat, but Angela knew a pooping when she saw it, and smelt it. She thought it was adorable how embarrassed Judith was and decided to play along.
"Need a change?" she asked coyly.
"Yeah," Judith said, ruining the fun a bit. "But I don't know where we can go."
Angela scanned their surroundings, "I don't think there's any limits. Just as long as we're out of sight"
"How about there?" Judith said, pointing at a large tree in the distance. It was far enough from the crowd to work. Plus, Angela had never had an outdoor diaper change, so she was excited.
"Let's see what kind of poop you took" she said as she peeled back Judith's shorts and smelled her mess.
"People can probably smell it from the top of the hill," Judith laughed as Angela untaped her. She intended this to be a fairly efficient change, and though Judith's poop had a strong odor, it wasn't particularly messy. In her diaper were three small turds that Judith affectionately called "gumdrop poops."
It wasn't until after Judith was re-diapered that Angela realized there wasn't a trash can nearby. The closest one was up the hill, and while she normally would've put it in her purse, Judith had taken an extraordinary piss in it as well, meaning it was already leaking. Judith suggested she hold it close to her at her side and not worry about drawing attention to herself. This worked for Angela. As they were almost at the trash can, they saw some familiar faces.
"Angela! Judith!" Lily squealed. She was with Ian, as it seemed that they had become inseparable since meeting at the recent mixer at Padded Bliss. As Angela went to hug the two of them, she forgot that she was holding Judith's poopy diaper.
"Looks like someone is diapered," Lily smirked.
Angela suddenly came back to reality and tossed the diaper in the trash can. "Yeah, we both are. How about you guys?"
LIly excitedly lifted her dress to show off her Bambino Magnifico and Ian did the same. "I can't believe I'm trying these for the first time," she said.
"Oh, those are so good," Judith said. "Ian, did you get her into them?"
"Yeah," Ian smiled. "She was striking some great poses in them at home." Lily jokingly told him to shush.
"Have you all had to change yet?" Angela asked.
"We both wet around the same time," Lily said. "I'm probably gonna go poo-poo soon."
"I didn't know you started pooping your diapers, Lily!" Angela said. For as
long as she had known Lily, she had been exclusively a wetter.
Lily smiled. "I mean, I've definitely dropped a few loads in my diaper when at home alone, but I hated having to clean myself up and dispose of the evidence. But this guy loves cleaning my dirty ass, and I love cleaning his." she said, squeezing Ian's hand affectionately.
Angela was sincerely happy to see how happy Lily was. She didn't know Ian too closely, but she could tell that he treated Lily well.
"I wish we could just walk around without pants on," Judith said. It was a hot day and Angela agreed, but was surprised to hear this coming from Judith.
"That's why I love having this on," Lily said, gesturing at her dress. It was pretty adorable, with a bright yellow design and floral print. When she reached into her purse, the back of her diaper was fully visible. Angela noticed at least a couple people sneaking a peek.
Lily pulled out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to Ian before lighting the other herself. "You look so naughty, smoking in a diaper," Angela said to her.
"I like being bad sometimes," Lily said, as she dragged on her cigarette.
"It does hide a poopy diaper smell," Ian said.
"That's just because you smoke three times as much as me," Lily said playfully.
It had turned out that Lily and Ian were going to just chill out on a blanket. Angela and Judith both felt worn out from their busy day and accepted their invitation. They decided to set up camp under the same tree where Judith got changed. The crowd had thinned out enough that the Angela, Judith, and Ian all felt comfortable taking off their pants. Judith eventually feel asleep while the four of them were looking at clouds. A few moments later, Lily was lying on her back and pushing.
"Going poo-poo, Lil?" Ian asked. Lily nodded through her grunts. Though Angela has filled her diaper up while lying down, she had never seen it done with as much force as Lily did. Though she was petite, Angela could tell that Lily could take some major dumps. There was no wonder why she was self-conscious before.
"Can you change my poopy diaper?" Lily said to Ian with the sweetest tone. He laid her down on the blanket and opened up her messy Bambino. Lily politely asked Angela to look away. She said she was okay with pooping around others, but she only wanted her messy diapers to be seen by Ian for the time being. Angela accepted it and laid next to Judith. As she saw a butterfly land on her partner's diapered bottom, she felt an overwhelming sensation of peace.
chapter 9
It was the end of the day at Padded Bliss and Megan had gathered everyone together for the "Poop of the Month" announcement, honoring the Diaper Specialist who had dropped the biggest load in her diaper that month. It came with a plaque to be hung on the wall, plus a free case of diapers of the winner's choice.
That month's victor was Maria, who eagerly accepted and thanked Megan. Angela wasn't working when Maria produced that load, but she did received a text about it. While Angela was happy for her friend, she was frustrated. She had been at Padded Bliss for almost a year and still hadn't won. While there were plenty of others who hadn't won, such as Tiffani and Gillian, Angela had come frustratingly close on numerous occasions. A couple months ago, she seemed sure to win, until frequent winner Ashley usurped her seemingly last-second. Angela had the privilege of changing Ashley that day, and she did her best to hide her disappointment as she wiped away.
Envy wasn't a fun feeling, especially when it was about something that happened to a great friend like Maria. As everyone dispersed, Angela went to congratulate Maria. She hadn't won in a long time and talked about how excited she was to get a case of Bambinos instead of having to keep pinching pennies for more affordable diapers at home.
"I feel you," Angela said, gesturing at her own Bambino Magnifico. "I've wet this three times and I still feel dry."
"And you look cute in it," Maria gushed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Angela said.
"Are you upset about something?" Maria asked.
Angela knew she couldn't hide anything from Maria. "I'm just a bit frustrated. I've been so close to Poop of the Month and I feel like it's never going to happen."
"You haven't won?" Maria asked with skepticism before putting her hand on Angela's shoulder and looking her square in the eyes. "You are going to win soon. You're one of the best poopers here." Angela knew Maria believed in her and thanked her.
"I guess not winning means I'll never have the stinkiest diaper," Angela laughed.
"I think Ashley's diapers are always the stinkiest, even when she only pees," Maria replied.
"I swear, I saw her hold her nose when I changed her last week," Angela said.
"She wasn't alone," Maria said, and she and Angela laughed.
The two of them headed to Margaret's Tavern for a drink. Margaret's was a nearby bar that was frequented by staff and guests of Padded Bliss. While Margaret wasn't interested in diapers, she didn't pass judgement. She even had an adult-sized changing table installed in the bathroom and provided wipes free of charge.
"You two thirsty?" Margaret asked as the two sat down.
"We are," Angela said, as she ordered a beer for each of them. Maria offered to pay for herself, but Angela insisted it wasn't necessary.
"Celebrating something?" Margaret asked as she handed the beers.
"It's a little gross," Maria said with a nervous giggle.
"Well, I'm gonna guess it involves diapers," Margaret said. "I'm used enough to emptying the diaper pails in the bathrooms to not be fazed."
"She had the biggest poop this month," Angela said, clinking her and Maria's glasses together.
"Well congratulations," Margaret said. "I would love to see that. On second thought, maybe not."
Angela and Maria happily sipped their beers which were followed by a few more, some boisterous laughter reminiscing over bad fashion choices when they were in their 20s, and some very wet diapers. Margaret had a policy of charging extra to anyone who leaked on her floor. Neither Angela nor Maria were near leaking, but they knew better than to risk it. Plus, their diapers were started to chafe.
Angela got Maria situated on the changing table (which had an incredibly sturdy build) and untaped her soggy Abena M4. Judith knew about her and Maria's friendship and was fine with them changing one another. She just asked that it didn't cross any lines outside of diapering necessity. Maria understood this and respected it.
Angela was laying on the table, legs in the air, when they heard a disturbance inside the bar. She jumped off as Maria opened the door. A blonde woman in her 20s was irate.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled at someone by the pool table. "Are you trying to make me sick?" Angela saw who she was addressing. It was Ashley.
She walked over to the woman, a little nervous but determined to stand up for a friend.
"Is something wrong?" Angela asked in her most serious tone of voice. She noticed Ashley give her a bit of a sideways glance.
"She just shit her pants right in front of me!" the woman screeched. "And she's trying to deny it."
"I'm not denying anything," Ashley retorted. "Now if you'll excuse me, I just shit my pants." She pulled a clean diaper out of her bag and waved in at the woman before heading into the restroom. The woman was speechless, and after realizing no one was on her side, left in a huff.
Angela was so caught up in the incident that she forgot she still had a wet diaper on until she sat back down. Ashley emerged from the bathroom and made a beeline for her group of friends, clearly avoiding eye contact with Angela as she headed into the bathroom. Maria offered to finish changing her, but she needed a moment alone. When she was inside the bathroom, she gave her diaper one more wetting. "Of course it leaks now," she thought, before taking it off and wiping herself down.
As Angela put on her clean diaper, she realized how angry she was. She was angry at the woman for being so rude. She was angry at Ashley for being so cold in her attempt to help. She was angry at herself for putting herself in a position she didn't need to be. She was even angry at her diaper tapes for not cooperating. When it was finally on and she was able to admire her freshly diapered butt in the mirror, she felt a bit better.
Maria had to leave to meet her husband for dinner. Ashley was still with her other friends, but Angela wanted to clear the air as quickly as possible.
"Ashley," Angela began, "Could I speak to you in private?"
"You can speak with me right here," Ashley replied. "We've all had to deal with it."
"What do you mean?" Angela asked.
Ashley's friend Kendall introduced herself and the others, Staci and Elise. It turned out they had all met in an incontinence support group. Kendall showed her diaper bag as proof.
"Look," Ashley said. "I know you meant well, but I've been dealing with people like her all my life. I don't need anyone to stand up for me. Especially not a Connie."
"A what?" Angela asked.
"It's what we call people who wear diapers who don't need them," Ashley said, sounding a bit remorseful for attacking Angela. "It's short for 'continent'. I'm sorry. I know you like diapers and wear them all the time, but there's always going to be a difference between us."
"I've been in your situation before," Angela protested. "I pooped my diaper at the grocery store last week and I'm sure there were some people looking at me."
"But you realized you had to go before it came out, right?" Elise interjected. "What did you do?"
Angela thought about it and conceded. She had walked over to a secluded area and gently let out a log before quickly paying at the self-checkout.
"We fill our diapers without warning," Kendall said, "At my college graduation, I was wetting myself as I accepted my diploma. The concept of holding it in doesn't exist for us."
"Do you have a problem with where Ashley and I work then?" Angela asked.
:"Of course not," Staci said, "We love Ashley and we know she wouldn't work at a place that wasn't respectful of her. But we don't like Connies trying to fight our battles."
"It's not a big deal, Angela," Ashley said. "But maybe think about these things a bit more, okay?"
Angela came home and was greeted by Judith, who was also wearing a diaper. They kissed and performed the requisite diaper checks. Judith was clean while Angela was wet. As she laid down on her mat and had her yellowed diaper removed by Judith, she thought about what went on at the bar. She had felt so right for so long wearing diapers. It was like something that had been missing in her was finally filled. Now, she felt like she had been taking things more for granted than she realized. As Judith snugly fit her into a clean Bambino, she felt absolute comfort mixed with absolute uncertainty.
chapter 10
Angela wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of seeing Ashley on Monday. Their encounter at Margaret's had been stressing her out all weekend. She kept thinking about what she should and shouldn't have said. Though Judith was around to provide happy distractions, it still weighed heavily.
She approached the chart for the day with caution. Sure enough, she was paired with Ashley. It made her paranoid that Megan figured out exactly what had happened, but she knew that was impossible. Unless Ashley had told her. But why would she do that? There wasn't a whole lot she knew about Ashley, but she knew she wouldn't go telling Megan about something that happened outside of work.
Ashley came in a few minutes later, and Angela still wasn't ready. She had checked the chart and came over to Angela. She had a smile on her face, which completely threw Angela off. It wasn't just that Ashley was smiling after this weekend. It was also that she was smiling, period. Angela could count the number of times she saw Ashley smile on one hand, and it was never this big.
"Hi Ang," Ashley said. "Looks like we have the same diaper,"
Angela looked down at her Abena M4 and then at Ashley's. "Oh, I guess we do," she said with a bit of a laugh. "Um, do you need to be changed?"
"I'm dry as can be, Ang," Ashley laughed, pulling open the front of her diaper as proof. "But I appreciate your concern."
"No problem!" Angela said, cringing at the thought of sounding too eager. She felt like Ashley was putting on her on, but she couldn't tell why.
Everyone seemed like they were in a great mood that day. Angela could usually absorb the energy of a room, but it wasn't working this time. Ashley had never seemed so upbeat, and Angela was worried that she was in denial. She tried to check for signs of her cracking, but they weren't presenting themselves. As Angela was diapering clients, she was still asking them questions and making conversation, but she was spacing out when they replied. A freshman at the local college started peeing in her open Molicare and it took Angela a few seconds to realize she was spraying onto the changing table.
"I'm sorry," the girl said sheepishly, her name was Diane and she was visiting for the first time with some friends.
"Don't worry," Angela said, wiping up the table. "You have a good aim."
"Are you going to miss her?" Diane asked.
"Who?" Angela asked.
"That girl," Diane said, pointing her head towards Ashley. "I overheard her saying something about how she won't have to wear diapers anymore."
"What?" Angela said. "That's not true. She's.."
"Incontinent?" Diane asked.
"Yes," Angela said, wishing she could keep some thoughts to herself.
"Well, I swear I heard it," Diane said, as she hopped off the changing table. "Guess you'll have to find out yourself."
Looking over at Ashley again, Angela felt that Diane's testimony had more weight than she wanted to admit. But it still didn't make any sense to her. At lunch time, she decided to confront Ashley. She didn't want it to be a tense encounter, only to help clear up whatever was going on. Ashley seemed like she was in such a good mood, Angela figured she could approach her about just about anything.
"Hey Ashley, can we talk?" Angela asked.
"Sure," Ashley smiled. "What's up."
"Well, you seem so..." Angela paused, struggling to think of the right word.
"Cheerful?" Ashley finished for her. "I just got some really good news."
"Oh?" Angela asked. "What about?"
"So I've been trying for years to find a doctor who can help with a surgery to not make me incontinent anymore. And I found one that's perfect." She opened a link on her phone, showing the website of this doctor. Ashley was so happy, but Angela still had questions.
"You're going to do it, stop wearing diapers?" Angela asked.
Ashley laughed, "Well, I've been kind of sick of wearing diapers my whole life. It's kind of embarrassing and gross."
Angela frowned, "I don't think so."
"I know it's fun for you to get your diaper soaked or to drop a big stinky turd in it, and I enjoy those things too," Ashley said. "But imagine if you had to do it your whole life. You were afraid to have people over because they would figure out about you needing to wear diapers? And I know you're 24/7, but it's just not the same. Please, Angela, try to understand where I'm coming from."
"Can you afford this? Are you going to leave Padded Bliss?" Angela asked.
"Our insurance will cover it, and yes, Megan already knows. She was sad but also happy for me," Ashley replied.
It was hard for Angela to hear this. She knew it was selfish to protest but she didn't want Ashley to feel ashamed of being incontinent. Ultimately, she knew it only mattered if she was happy, and she told Ashley as much.
"Can you help me with something in a second?" Ashley asked.
"Need a new diaper?" Angela asked.
"No, actually, I think I might need to poop soon," Ashley said. "And I want to see if I can do it on the toilet."
"Why do you say that?" Angela asked.
"Because I always have a poopy diaper before lunch," Ashley said. "Now, let's get going before I miss the toilet."
They headed for the bathroom, which was almost never occupied. Ashley dropped her pants and peeled off her diaper. It was a little wet but nowhere near ready to be changed. Sitting down, she looked a bit nervous.
"I usually have really big poops," Ashley said. "I'm not going to clog it, am I?"
"No, not as long as you don't use too much toilet paper," Angela said, struggling to remember the last time she used a toilet.
A gentle trickle of pee started coming out of Ashley. She laughed in amazement at the sound of her pee hitting the water. Before she knew it, a thick poop was emerging from her asshole. It was one long, unbroken piece that splashed into the water. Angela had to remind her that she was already sitting down and didn't need to squat further. They waited about five minutes for all of her poop to come out and Angela helped wipe her ass.
"Wow," Ashley said, as she and Angela looked at her load in the toilet.
"How do you feel?" Angela asked.
"I feel so good," Ashley said. "And I love how little I have to wipe,"
As disappointed as she was about Ashley leaving, Angela knew this meant a lot to her. For now, she could put aside her disappointment and be proud of her colleague. As she helped her into a clean diaper, she wondered if Ashley would have a change of heart.
chapter 11
Everything was set for Ashley's surgery and her last day at Padded Bliss had finally come. Angela had been training her to get used to the toilet, even when she didn't have to go. To make it easier, Ashley had switched to pull-up-style diapers. Though she was still having accidents, both wet and messy, Angela was impressed by just how well she was adapting to the new situation.
"So what's it like to hold it?" Ashley asked Angela as they got the diapers ready for the first batch of clients.
"Hold it?" Angela asked in response?
"Yeah, like when you have to go to the bathroom but you're not able to."
"Oh. Well I haven't really thought about it, but it's nice, I guess. Unless you really have to go."
"Have you ever not been able to hold it?"
Angela looked down and patted her diaper, as if she had become aware of wearing one for the first time in a while. The concept of "holding it" had essentially lost all meaning for her. She knew how to get enough mileage out of her diapers and excuse herself discretely after pooping that there wasn't anything she felt she couldn't do with her diaper. She wasn't incontinent, but the thought of having to "hold it in" was deeply unpleasant.
"No," Angela finally responded. "It's hard but you'll get used to it."
At Ashley's request, none of the clients were told about her departure. She said didn't want them to try to convince her anymore than her coworkers already had. Megan put out a memo to others reminding them that this was Ashley's decision and hers alone. Given that none of them could understand what it was like to deal with her condition, they agreed she shouldn't be discouraged.
When the day was over, they gathered in the break room for an impromptu going-away party. Megan had a special cake made, designed with a miniature toilet on top. Ashley seemed to love this, as well as her gift, several packs of panties.
"These only hold a few ounces of pee," Fatima joked.
"So I guess you can't wear them, huh?" Ashley jokingly shot back.
"You'll still visit, right?" Tiffani asked sheepishly.
"It'll be nice to come by," Ashley said with some hesitation in her voice.
"Well, there'll be a changing station and a fresh Bambino with your name on it," Angela said as confidently as possible.
Ashley had been wearing a single diaper all day, with no pants. It was getting thoroughly soaked and sagging, but she said she wouldn't have it changed until she pooped. She said she had a special plan, and Angela couldn't wait to find out what it was.
Though Ashley prided herself on being a discrete pooper, she put on quite a show for her last load in a diaper. Nobody could miss it when she squatted down and pushed out more than a diaper should seemingly be able to hold. When she got back up, she had to hold her wet and messy diaper up by its waistband as she began to speak.
"So, as you all know, I have not been assigned a diapering partner today due to Megan's kindness," Ashley said in appreciation of her boss, who warmly thanked her. "But if you know how to use your nose, you know that I have one stinky diaper. And I would like to ask you all a favor."
The favor was if everyone could help to change Ashley's diaper. They started lining up, agreeing on alphabetical order. Angela got the honor of sliding down her diaper, full of beautiful mess.
"Oh my God," Ashley gawked at the contents of her diaper. Everyone took turns wiping her, and some had to go twice. Finally, Megan wrapped her diaper up as snuggly as possible. Instead of tossing it in the trash, she put it in a plastic sealed bag and told Ashley that they would hold onto it as a token of remembrance.
Angela had to stop and think about just how strange this was. Not only was she at a going-away party that revolved around a coworker's messy diaper, but it was actually a very emotional experience. She and Ashley hadn't always seen eye to eye, but they had grown close and she was definitely going to miss her.
There wasn't an immediate push to hire a new Diaper Specialist in the weeks after Ashley left. Concern had actually been raised about possible cutbacks. Business had been steady, but the rent had recently been raised on the building and Megan didn't exactly have the best poker face.
Angela knew that getting more clients was important, but she couldn't help but notice how much wasteful spending there had been. For instance, there were diapers imported from Amsterdam that were twice as expensive as ones they could order across state lines, and which hardly anyone used. There were also diaper changes where five wipes were used when one or two would suffice. If they were going to save money and not have to let anyone go, they would have to be more economical.
Angela needed to inform Megan of this, but she wanted to illustrate her point in action. At the end of a day, when just about everyone else had cleared out, she knocked on her door.
"Hey, Meg, I just pooped and everyone's already left. Do you mind?" Megan obviously didn't and got Angela set up on her office changing table.
There wasn't a whole lot of mess in her diaper. Angela could've really filled it but she needed to limit her output to make her point. Before she had even untaped Angela's diaper, Megan was already pulling out a fistful of wipes.
"That's a lot of wipes," Angela said. "Are you sure you need that many?"
"Well, I know a poopy diaper when I smell one," Megan said.
Angela watched as Megan opened her diaper. Her poop was a couple of lumps that came out cleanly. Wiping was all but a formality, and Megan was about to toss the unused ones in the trash along with the used ones and diaper.
"Hold on, what are you doing?" Angela asked.
"Throwing away your diaper..." Megan said, sounding a bit offended.
"But you have at least five unused wipes that you're about to waste," Angela protested.
"I don't think five wipes makes much of a difference to our bottom line," Megan said.
"Five wipes? No, but multiply that by ten and you'll pretty quickly see how much we're burning through these. We can't afford to treat wipes like a renewable resource," Angela said.
"Do you think we should be using less wipes?" Megan asked, seeking clarification.
"We just need to be using as many as necessary. if you're pulling out seven wipes to clean me up when I'm only a little poopy, we're not gonna have enough for the real big messes." Megan had to admit that Angela had a point. Angela also copped to having been wasteful in the past.
That was when Angela outlined her plan. One pack of wipes per day for each Diaper Specialist, maximum. It was 80 wipes to a pack, and Angela knew that there wouldn't be too much trouble on an average day. If there were any wipes leftover, they could be rolled over to the next day. Everyone would need to keep track of how many wipes they use per day.
By the next morning, the memo had been sent out and some opinions had been shared. Some like Delilah and Tiffani, were fine with it, as they were known for conserving wipes. Others, like Brooklyn and Fatima, felt like it was an overreaction.
"I don't want my customers to feel like I'm being stingy with the wipes," Fatima said.
"And you won't be," Angela clarified. "You're just being practical. Everyone is going to be cleaned up, and we're going to save money."
Maria wasn't working that day, but her lack of response to the memo made Angela feel that her response wasn't all that positive. As much as Angela didn't want to admit it, Maria was one of the most wasteful Diaper Specialists. She knew she wasn't alone in noticing how many new packs of wipes she'd have to get out of the supply closet. It wasn't that Maria wasn't aware of her carbon footprint. She abided by the philosophy that diapers don't come off until they absolutely have to. But Angela knew that picking up a fistful of wipes at every opportunity was another one of her philosophies.
Angela's day started in earnest when Fatima pushed a load into her Bambino diaper and then filled it with some pee. Even Delilah, who was getting her poopy diaper changed by Tiffani, had to sit up when she heard her pushing.
"Man, Fatima," Delilah said. "I can't imagine how big those turds were,"
"Let's get you cleaned up," Angela said as she slid Fatima's pants off. She hoped that she could serve as an example to others of being practical with diaper changes, even though she knew this would be a lot.
Fatima's diaper had two big logs that reminded her she hadn't pooped in more than a day. Angela wrapped it up and tossed in in the bin. She didn't need too much cleaning up. After three wipes, she was all ready to be diapered.
As Angela snuggly fit her into one of the new BunnyHopps diapers they'd ordered, Fatima had to admit that she felt just as clean with fewer wipes. Angela was happy to hear, as she didn't want to lord over any of her coworkers. She just wanted everyone to understand what she was trying to communicate. With a little patience and luck, this would happen.
When the day was over, Angela was happy but also feeling distracted. Her phone lit up, it was a text from Maria.
"Can you believe Angela? What a bitch."
chapter 12
Angela could not believe what she was seeing. Maria, the person she was closest to at Padded Bliss, and the one person she felt she could count on her to see thing her way, had just called her a terrible word. Worse still, she apparently didn't realize she had sent it to her. Angela figured Maria realized her mistake and wasn't responding out of sheer embarrassment. She knew Maria would be at work the next day, and she so wished she had the day off.
Angela came home with a heavy heart. Not even the sight of Judith, clad in a thick Dry 24/7 diaper, making fettuccine alfredo for the two of them, was enough to fully bring her out of her malaise. Judith had heard about Angela's plan and liked it.
"It's not like I'm saying no wipes," she reiterated over dinner. "It's just, let's think about what we're doing here."
"I think I rubbed off on you," Judith replied.
"How so?" Angela asked.
"Remember the first time I changed your poopy diaper?"
Angela smiled for the first time in hours. She had pooped in her Bambino while watching TV with Judith. Since she was sitting down, her mess got smushed, going all over her ass and even on her thighs. When Judith got her changing supplies ready, she told Angela she was going to do more with less. While she definitely had to use an ample quantity of wipes to clean Angela's dirty butt and more, it was far fewer than Angela used when Judith pinched off an average-sized poop in her diaper earlier that night.
"I would really go overboard like that," Angela admitted to Judith and herself. "It feels so long ago."
"Just because we're wearing diapers doesn't mean we can't grow up," Judith replied. "Speaking of which, I have a deposit to make." Angela knew Judith's dinner would get their bowels going. Upon Angela's request, Judith stuck her diapered ass in her face.
"You want to smell a nice load of fresh poop?" Judith asked sexily.
"Give me your biggest load ever," Angela pleaded.
Right as Judith was about to release, Angela realized she had to poop as well. They agreed to a diapered 69, with Angela on the bottom, feeling Judith's diaper get lumpier right on her face as she let loose. Meanwhile, Angela's own, softer mess was being inhaled by a very grateful Judith.
"I've never smelled a mess this good," Judith said like she was in absolute ecstasy. "But I think we need some diaper changes."
"Lemme just push out a little more," Angela requested as she forced out a little more poop.
Since Judith had the bigger poop, she was first to get changed. Angela had everything she needed, with a fresh diaper and plenty of wipes to clean up Judith, who looked dazzling, lying on her changing pad in her loaded Bambino. However, she wasn't seeing Judith just then. She was seeing Maria, and while she usually loved to see her friend lying on a changing table, this wasn't a particularly happy vision.
Angela snapped out of it and proceeded with the change as normal. However, something happened as she placed Judith's old diaper into her pail.
"I'm not a bitch," Angela said under her breath.
"Who said you were?" Judith asked, rightfully seeming a bit confused by the comment.
"Maria," Angela said, feeling a little silly to be sad while wearing nothing but a full diaper and changing her girlfriend. "She got mad because of the new wipes policy."
"And she said that to you?" Judith asked in shock.
"No. I mean, she texted me, but I think it was an accident," Angela said as she got Judith in her new diaper.
"Well, I know three things," Judith said. "One, your wipes policy makes total sense. Two, you're not...that, and three, you need to get out of that diaper before we both pass out."
After getting her diaper changed, Angela checked her phone. There was a message from Maria. She knew she only called if something was really weighing on her.
"Hey, Angela. It's me. I mean, of course it's me. Listen, I didn't mean to send that text to you. But I also shouldn't have written it in this first place. So, I guess this is my karma. If it makes you feel better, I leaked into my jeans earlier tonight. Anyway, let me know if you wanna talk."
Angela was touched by Maria's humility but still upset by the comments. She sent her a quick text saying she would, but she kept it fairly terse. That was as friendly as she could be at the time.
The next morning, Angela woke up with an upset stomach and came into Padded Bliss in a loaded diaper. She normally didn't arrive like that, but her nerves got the best of her on the way over. For the rest of the drive, she was paranoid she'd get pulled over and have to explain the smell.
Even for a place that handled over 1,000 diapers a week, Angela's Abena M4 caught attention.
"Yikes, Angela. I might not need this," Delilah said, gesturing towards her coffee.
They were the only two there so far and Megan wasn't there yet to draw up the schedule. Delilah changed Angela, who complimented her on her wipes conservation.
"Yeah, I really appreciate it," Delilah said," She showed Angela how many more wipes she had available compared to recent weeks.
"I can't believe I used to go through so many wipes. Luke had a poopy diaper last night and he noticed I was using a lot less when I changed him," she said, referring to her boyfriend.
Soon, other Diaper Specialists started to trickle in. First came Fatima, followed by Megan, Tiffani, and Brooklyn. Maria came in just before they were set to open. When she arrived, Megan called them all over for a quick meeting.
"So, Angela's new wipe policy is really working for us. We're going to keep with it. I think everyone was here yesterday except for you two," she said, pointing at Kyla, the newest hire, and Maria.
Megan decided to pair Delilah with Angela and Maria with Kyla. She hadn't changed Delilah's diapers in a while before, but she loved a chance to wipe her pierced pussy.
She was glad to not be working with Maria that day, but she wondered how well Fatima would vouch for the new system. Could the text from earlier have been intended for Fatima?
Things had been slow, and much of the first hour was spent between the Diaper Specialists, talking about their romantic lives and showing each other funny pictures.
Angela was keeping her distance from Maria, who seemed to be more focused on Kyla anyway. She was just out of college and was one of the larger girls at Padded Bliss. She made a lot of jokes about how big her diapers were, but Megan had her size and larger all available.
When customers starting coming in, Angela finally had something else to concentrate on, or so she thought. She had quite a few wet diapers to change, and eventually some poopy ones. But she was mostly thinking about Maria, especially when she heard her telling clients to get comfy and untaped their diapers.
She brought herself back to present focus for one of the most-demanding changes: a double-up. Padded Bliss had a special offer where, for a little extra, those coming with a friend could get their diapers changed simultaneously. In this case, it was a frequent client named Karine and her friend, Lada, visiting from Russia.
Karine spoke effusively of Angela to Lada. Switching between English and Russian, she told Angela about how she told Karine why she should use her diapers to full capacity so she could get changed by Angela. She was a full-time diaper wearer, going back to even before Padded Bliss opened. Angela wondered why she didn't just try to get a job there, but Karine said she liked being a customer too much.
They also requested naked changes, so Angela watched as these two Russian bombshells took off their tops and bras and showed their glistening, thick tits. Their skirts coming off highlighted what they had done to their previously white diapers.
"You're so poo-poo," Karine said to Lada, who pulled back Karine's diaper and shook her head in mock disapproval.
"Let's get your dirty butts changed," Angela said. "I'm going to start with Lada," proceeding to undo the tapes on her stuffed diaper. Just as she was turning to open Karine's diaper, she heard the tapes break open.
"Maria?"
"Hey, Angela," I asked Karine earlier if I could change her. I hope you don't mind. I just really wanted to showed Karine our new wiping system, and I figured you could use some help."
"Sure, Maria," Angela said with a smile.
As the two friends cleaned up the soft white bottoms of these other two friends, and fitted themselves into two new Molicares, it felt like Padded Bliss was back at peace, especially when Angela saw how much Maria could do with just a few wipes.