What a whirlwind of a day it’s been. I was finding it hard to believe that in the last 24 hours I went from an unemployed man in a new city and a bedwetting problem; to having a six figure salary contract for wearing and using diapers 24/7. I went from sitting on a dirty bus on my way to a diaper store without having enough money to buy lunch and wearing the only set of clothes I own; to having everything I eat or wear provided for me for the remainder of a five year contract, thickly diapered and buckled into what was essentially a ‘spaceship on wheels’ on my way to that very same diaper store that I’m about to now live above and work at for the next five years.
And by ‘spaceship on wheels’; I mean Grace’s SUV. It was the fanciest vehicle I’d ever been inside of in my life. It had a sporty white exterior that reminded me of a flying car from a sci-fi movie and inside, it had all the bells and whistles you could ever ask for; tinted windows, completely digital dashboard, back up camera, leather seats and the backseat had more legroom than I ever imagined possible. It felt like a car from the future. I noticed that all the seats and floors were spotless, it was so clean it almost looked like she had just driven it off a car lot this morning.
But that would be silly; right? What were the odds that Grace was out buying a new car the very same morning that she got asked to come check on me when Molly didn’t check in with S&C for her report? I figured that Grace must have gotten the car recently and either didn’t use it much or she just really cared about keeping it clean.
“You comfy back there?” Grace asked from the front seat as she started the engine.
“Mmmhmm.” I mumbled truthfully through my pacifier, nodding my head up and down.
“Good,” she said, “It shouldn’t take too long to get back to the store. I’m so excited for you to see your new home!”
My imagination was running wild with anticipation and anxiety about what my new apartment would look like. I signed up to live in a company-provided apartment without actually seeing the inside of it. Looking down at the frilly pink playsuit and bulging diaper that I was wearing, I had a growing suspicion that I wasn’t going to be moving into a ‘slick bachelor pad’ like I had originally envisioned in my job interview.
As the engine came to life, my seat began to hum with a very low but steady vibration. It was already hard enough to try and think about anything other than all the pleasant sensations I was experiencing from shifting around in my warm, squishy diaper that I was stuck sitting in but now that my seat was vibrating beneath me; it was impossible to focus on anything else.
I closed my eyes and sucked on my pacifier absentmindedly as the sensations in my diaper became my entire world. I was now blissfully unaware of the world outside the SUV as Grace began driving us to our destination.
The more we drove, the more I experimented with different positions by gently squeezing my thighs together or shifting my weight from one side to the other to alter the sensations my private parts were experiencing; each movement more arousing than the last.
Grace was quietly humming along to the radio while she drove us through the city. I assumed she would be focused on the road and not what I was getting up to in the backseat, so I began to slowly shift my right hand over towards the front of my diaper and began pressing and grabbing the squishy padding, attempting to recreate the same feeling of when Grace was checking my diaper in front of the motel lobby.
Yesterday, I was terrified of having to wear diapers as an adult. Today, I’m trying to press my wet diaper even deeper into my seat for a sense of pleasure I never knew existed before today, and apparently, couldn’t get enough of.
Who knew that a wet diaper and a little vibration would feel so good?
“Okay, Jimmy, ‘play time’s’ over.” Grace said cheekily as the car, along with the vibrations, came to a sudden stop. She apparently knew exactly what I was up to the whole time. “We’re here!”
Originally, I thought this SUV might have secretly been a spaceship but now I was convinced it was also a time machine!
Startled by her voice, my hand shot back to my side as I opened my eyes with blushing cheeks.
‘How did we get here so fast?’ I thought in disbelief and disappointment as my ‘play time’ as she called it was cut short, leaving me frustratingly aroused as the engine turned off.
“Time flies when you're having fun.” Grace playfully teased. “I take it that you’re a fan of the new ‘massage’ settings that are built into the seats?”
My intense blushing made it obvious to her that I enjoyed every single minute of the car ride and the vibrating seats.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” She said calmly. “I’m actually glad that you’re enjoying your diapers.”
Blushing even harder, all I could do was look away in shame as the truth of her words sunk in. I think deep down, I really do enjoy how my diaper feels. I wasn’t particularly fond of other people seeing me in such a thick diaper but it was getting increasingly harder to deny to myself and to Grace that they actually felt pleasurable to wear.
“But, just remember Jimmy, that there is a time and a place for that sort of thing.” She gently warned. “If it’s my Mother who catches you with such ‘busy hands’, you might not like the consequences.”
“Understood?” She asked firmly, making eye contact with me in the rearview mirror to reinforce the severity of being caught by Mother with my hands on my diaper.
“Mhmm.” I mumbled back, nodding and blushing, taking her warning seriously. I didn’t even want to imagine what those consequences would be, and I didn’t intend on finding out.
“Good boy!” She said, smiling.
Grace got out of the car, opened my door, unbuckled me and helped me to get out. Feeling the breeze on my exposed legs again, a fresh wave of embarrassment for what I was wearing hit me again as I no longer had the security of tinted windows keeping me safe from public view.
I quickly looked around to gather my surroundings and noticed we were at the backside of the store, in a small bank of parking spots near the loading dock. A moving truck was backed up to the dock with a crew of men hauling boxes out of the truck and into the back of the store. The truck was mostly plain except for the now familiar ‘S&C’ logo on the doors of the truck, which I recognized from the diaper bags that had been provided for me last night and today. The crew of men all had on matching coveralls that also sported the official logo of the ‘Supplies and Compliance’ division of Mother’s business empire.
My heart sank as a few of the men spotted me, I braced myself for them to start pointing and laughing at the obviously diapered guy in the pink playsuit standing in the parking lot but none of them batted an eye. They all carried on with whatever they were doing without breaking stride or saying a word to each other.
“You don’t need to worry about them, Jimmy.” Grace said comfortingly, sensing me tense up as I stared at the moving crew. “Everyone in ‘S&C’ has been briefed on your hiring and what happened to Molly for the way she treated you. There’s no need to feel embarrassed around other employees in the company because of what you’re wearing, they know it’s your job to be wearing it. This is your home now.”
“If there’s one place you should feel safe, it’s here at the store.” She said confidently, as she gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I’ve made sure of it.”
Hearing that gave me a huge sense of relief. I was still a little embarrassed to be seen dressed as I was, but I felt reassured that Grace; my new boss and self-appointed ‘Mommy’, would have my back if anyone else tried anything funny.
There was another vehicle parked in the space beside us, an SUV that was so luxurious; I wouldn’t expect anyone else other than Royalty to be allowed to ride in it.
“I see that Mother’s still here.” Grace said, annoyed, acknowledging the expensive vehicle beside us.
The heavily tinted driver’s side window rolled down to reveal a middle aged man in a suit in the driver’s seat, causing me to freeze and Grace to jump in surprise.
“Ms. Grace,” the mysterious man said with a smile, “So good to see you!”
“Hello, Jeffery.” Grace politely replied. “How long has she been in there?”
“Oh, you know her,” Jeffery replied with a forced chuckle, “She’s been in there since they got started. A few hours, now.”
“You’ve been out here by yourself, all this time?” Grace said sarcastically, feigning surprise. “You’re too good for her, Jeffery.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that!” he replied with another forced chuckle. “I just do as I’m told. No more, no less.”
“So, you must be the one who’s causing all this excitement.” Jeffery said with a big smile, turning his gaze to me.
“Yes, Jeffery, this is Jimmy.” Grace said, holding my hand with one arm and rubbing my back in a protective gesture with the other.
“Jimmy, this is Jeffery, Mother’s assistant. Anywhere Mother goes, Jeffery isn’t far away.” Grace explained with a tone I couldn’t quite place, she was being polite but with a hint of uneasiness.
Something about Grace’s energy was different. I was starting to get the feeling she wasn’t very fond of this man.
“Don’t be shy, wave hello.” She instructed me.
I raised my free hand up and waved at the man, blushing profusely as he eyed me up and down.
“Jimmy was just hired to be the product tester for the new brand.” Grace explained.
“Well, aren’t you lucky!” Jeffery said in that politely playful tone usually reserved for children. It didn’t feel like he was openly mocking me, but his statement surely wasn’t without an edge of sarcasm.
“Don’t let me hold you two up, miss,” he said, turning back to Grace. “I’m sure you both have more important places to be than out here, talking to me. Just thought I’d say ‘Hello’.”
“Thank you, Jeffery.” Grace said with a hint of relief, beginning to turn away from the conversation and towards the building. “Take care.”
“Best of luck with your new career, Jimmy.” Jeffery said with a toothy smile as he rolled the window back up. “Welcome to the family!”
Confused by the interaction, I waved goodbye to Jeffery as Grace ushered us away from the parked cars. My rustling plastic pants crinkled loudly with every step across the parking lot as we walked towards the back of the store where the crew of men were unloading a rather large box from the back of the truck.
“That was actually Mother’s bodyguard,” Grace said under her breath as we made our way across the parking lot. “Jeffery basically follows her around like a shadow.”
“He’s nice enough to talk to, but anyone who can stand working directly for my Mother, that closely, for that many years, has got to have something wrong with them.” She said with a wink, making light of the fact that there was something about Jeffery that she just didn’t trust.
We approached a small steel staircase that led to a door for the loading dock that Grace used her thumbprint to unlock. Holding my hand, she led me through the loading bay area that was filled with rows of very large shelving racks that were stacked with cardboard boxes from floor to ceiling.
“You see all these boxes?” Grace asked as she pointed to the many boxes stacked on the shelves. “This is where we keep all the backstock for the store. We fill all of our online orders back here from this inventory rather than take from the stock that's on the shelves inside of the actual store.”
“It looks like a lot, but we actually need such a large inventory to keep up with our massive amount of online orders. People buy the diapers we sell from all over the country!” She continued with pride in her voice.
I looked around again and envisioned every box that I could see in the loading dock to be full of diapers. There were enough diapers back here right now to supply a whole city; or enough to keep at least a whole small town diapered!
If it wasn’t for this massive pacifier keeping my mouth open already, my jaw would drop.
I glanced into the back of the moving truck and saw that it was basically empty, except for a series of broken down boxes. Whatever these men were supposed to bring into the apartment, they were just about finished.
We made our way through the bay area to the service elevator nearby where two men were waiting for the doors to open with a large box resting on the ground that they were moving as a team. I nervously shifted around on the spot as I still wasn’t used to being seen by strangers in such feminine and infantile clothing; my bulging diaper crinkled loudly as I shifted around, which only added to my shyness and embarrassment.
“Hello boys,” Grace said, breaking the silence as she fussed with the ruffles on my shoulders, poofing them up as much as she could, causing me to blush intensely.
“Ma’am.” said the older man of the two, while the younger one nodded politely. Both of them were completely ignoring my poofy shoulders, ruffled bottom, bulging diaper, and seemingly; my presence entirely.
“Almost finished?” Grace asked casually, as if the way that I was dressed was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Last box.” The older man replied, tapping the large box resting on the ground in front of him with a hint of relief in his voice. The box was maybe a foot wide but was as tall as I was.
‘I hope it’s a big screen TV!’ I said to myself, wondering what else it could possibly be.
All I could do was stand there and suck my pacifier as I waited for the elevator doors to open. Having been forced to drink so much liquid from that bottle earlier back at the motel, I felt a renewed sense of warmth in my diaper as my body took this opportunity of me standing idle to relieve whatever pressure was left in my bladder.
Every wetting was getting easier and easier, which concerned me. It was bad enough having a bedwetting problem, but it’s the middle of the day and I hardly even noticed I needed to go that time! I just felt a little pressure and began to let it go without a second thought. These men weren’t that much bigger than me physically, but wetting my diaper next to two men who were doing physical labour made me feel as small as I have ever felt before.
I reached for Grace’s hand and squeezed it gently, desperate for any form of comfort as my ego attacked itself in this awkward interaction. Molly’s haunting words of ‘little diaper boy’ rang through my head as her hurtful words felt more accurate to me than ever.
No amount of pacifier sucking or hand holding could distract me from the shame I was currently swallowed up in. Although, I bet if Grace pulled me in for a big hug and kissed me on the forehead again; that would cheer me up.
My imagination drifted off from my present predicament, remembering how good it felt to be wrapped up in Grace’s arms as she rapid-fire kissed my neck while tickling me on the bed of the motel room we had just left.
Ding
Finally, the elevator doors we were waiting for had opened up to reveal Mother and two other movers inside with several broken down boxes in their hands.
My heart skipped as an icy smile crept across Mother’s face upon seeing us.
“Hello, Grace,” she said warmly to her daughter before focusing her gaze on me.
“Hello, Jimmy! Well, don’t you just look precious?” She said in a tone that reminded me of the way Molly often spoke to me last night.
“Your outfit suits you perfectly!” She said with enthusiasm, confirming with my fragile and hostile ego that I might actually be, in fact, just a ‘little diaper boy’ in the eyes of everyone who sees me from now on.
“Let’s get out of the way so these nice men can bring your specially made crib up to your new room.” Mother said casually as she exited the elevator along with the two men carrying empty boxes and ushered Grace and I out of the way. “We’ll catch the next one, boys. That box looks pretty heavy, you go on ahead!”
‘Wait, did she just say ‘my crib’!?’ I asked myself in disbelief, as the two men picked up the heavy looking box and began loading it into the empty elevator.
