“You heard me,” Molly said, even more impatient than when she first arrived. She pointed to the white duffle bag she had dropped beside my bed. “I’m here to put you into your night-night diapers for beddy-byes. C’mon, diaper boy, I just got called in on my day off to do this and I already had stuff planned for tonight. I don’t have time to mess around.” 

“I’m confused,” I said, still frozen in place and my pride stinging from just being called ‘diaper boy’. “I thought you were just supposed to deliver a package of diapers to me.” 

“Package received, you can go now.” I said and motioned with my hands for this rude woman to walk out the door of my room. It was still open because she didn’t bother closing it behind her. “It’s been nice meeting…”

Molly blew another bubble with her chewing gum and stared me up and down. “Nice try, Slick.” She said, cutting me off and increasing the volume of her voice, practically yelling out, “Are you going to leave that door open so all the neighbors can watch me diaper you, Jimmy? Or are you going to close it and lay down on the bed so I can get out of here?”

Embarrassed that anyone in the courtyard might have actually heard her, I quickly closed the door. “Shhh, someone might hear you!”

“I know, that’s the point. I was hoping that you’d finally hear me and get over here.” she said with anger starting to fill her voice, emphasizing each word with a finger-point to the bed. “I don’t have time to argue with a grown ‘man’ who needs his diaper changed. I can’t leave until you are in your company-assigned testing diaper and document it to ensure your compliance. That’s my job. Now it’s time for you to do your job, ‘Tester’, so lay down.”

I was awestruck by the audacity of this woman to come into my room and boss me around like this, “You can’t talk to me like this, I don’t have to listen to you.” I said with as much defiance as I could find in me. “What makes you think you can just order me around in my own room?”

“You’d better get used to me ordering you around,” she said, reaching down and picking up the duffle bag and placing it on the bed. “From what I’m told, you and I are going to be doing this little nightly dance together for a long time to come, Mister ‘I signed on for five years of wearing diapers’’. Now, hurry up, I told you already that I have plans tonight. Let’s make this quick.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely concerned with what this tyrant of a woman just said to me. “Why can’t you just drop the duffle bag off and leave me to diaper myself when I’m ready to go to bed.”

I turned and glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand next to my bed. “It’s only 7:30pm!” I practically yelled at her.

“Listen, diaper boy, I don’t take back-talk from anyone, especially not ‘little boys’ who signed a contract to wear diapers for the next five years.” She said with her hands on her hips and venom in her words. “I don’t care what time it is, you don’t have to go to bed when I’m done with you but you do need to lay down right now and let me put your diaper on. You really don’t want a strike of non-compliance on your first day do you?”

“What are you talking about?’ I pleaded, “Please, Molly, I’m not trying to fight with you. What the heck is going on right now?”

“You are the ‘Jimmy’ who just signed a contract with ‘Mother’ today in Grace’s diaper store, right? You signed up to be the tester for their new brand, correct?” She said, losing her a little bit of her edge after sensing my genuine confusion. 

“Yeah, that’s right.” I admitted, nodding my head. 

“Didn’t you read the contract you signed today?” she said, almost laughing. “You wear what the company tells you, and someone from S&C or your supervisor has to make sure you're wearing it. Ring any bells?”

“Well, yeah the contract said something about a company uniform and compliance, but I didn’t think it meant this!” I said, gesturing to her duffle bag as she started to pull out its contents.

“Well, I guess you missed a few lines of text in the contract,” she said as she pulled out several items from the bag. “This is exactly what you signed up for.”

First she pulled out a changing pad and laid it down on the blanket covering my bed. Next she pulled out a bottle of lotion and a bottle of baby powder. Then she pulled out this folded mass of white padding that had my stomach doing somersaults. It was a diaper that was thicker than anything I saw in the store today, I had no idea someone could even make a diaper that big. 

“What’s that?” I asked, already having a pretty good idea of what it was.

“This is the next best thing to ever happen to the ‘Adult Baby’ diaper market. It’s the core product of the new brand that’s about to launch. They’re still working on a name for it, but it’s the thickest, most absorbent disposable diaper on the planet, or so they tell me. It’s supposed to be about 30% thicker than the current best selling diaper on the market. People like you are going to go crazy for it.” she said unfolding the plain white diaper and placing it on the changing mat.

“People like me?” I asked, confused and a little insulted by what she was insinuating.

“You know, A.B.'s, diaper weirdo’s like you who love to wear diapers and dress like a baby, even though they are fully grown adults.” she said, smoothing out the diaper and patting it twice, like you would pat a spot that you want a pet or child to sit down on. “Let’s go, crinkle butt. Time to get you diapered up so I can finally get out of here.”

“I’m not an ‘A.B.’ or whatever that is, I just have accidents at night.” I said, trying to defend my honor by admitting my inability to control my bladder while I slept. “And could you cool it with the nicknames?”

“You’re not an ‘A.B.’? You signed up to be the company dress-up doll for five years and you're not even into this crap?” she said with a scoff, giving my outfit a once-over one more time, “Could have fooled me. Either way, it doesn’t even matter to me. I don’t care if you like your diapers or not. What I do care about is; Me, not losing my salary bonus over some diaper dork who’s throwing a tantrum and refusing to be diapered, even though, you know, he signed up for it!”

“I signed up to wear some diapers to bed and review them.” I admitted, “Not to be put into them by some tyrant at 7:30pm, on a Saturday night!”

“Yeah, you did.” She said, growing impatient again. “All I know is, I was sent here to make sure you were wearing this diaper for the night and document it for Stacey at ‘R&D’ before I can leave, and either you lay down right now and let this happen or we both lose our bonuses.”

“Really? Both of us would lose our bonuses? How come?” I asked in disbelief. “Could they really do that to us?”

“Do I really need to spell out your entire contract for you?” She asked, “You’re the tester. This is a diaper that you signed up to test. I’m in ‘Supplies and Compliance’. I supplied you with the diaper, now I’m making sure you comply with the company's protocol by putting you into it. You’re not allowed to change your own diapers, it has to be done by a trained professional, every single time. Something to do with ‘testing integrity’. You really didn’t read the whole contract, did you?”

“I… well…. umm, a lot of it was summarized for me.” I admitted, recalling my meeting with Mother earlier today. Sweat was starting to form on my forehead as I thought about how I just signed up for a five year contract only focusing on the money I’d make, skipping over all of the ‘legal jargon’ and what the job actually entailed. “I might have skipped over the few pages after the bonuses section, now that you mention it.”

“Your incompetence is not my problem,” she said, patting the open diaper again. “Your incontinence, on the other hand, is. That contract is iron clad, if you’d read it, you’d know that. There’s no backing out now, Jimmy.”

“So, drop the PJ's or I’ll come over there, yank them off you and spank you like the bratty child you’re behaving as. I won’t ask you again.” She said firmly, pointing to the diaper on the bed again. 

“Okay, fine. I’ll comply, jeez.” I said in defeat, relenting to her demands. I really didn’t want to find out if she was serious about that threat. I don’t know if she was allowed to spank me, but she looked like she was angry enough to do it, regardless of any trouble she might get in. 

I put my thumbs in the waistband of my baby blue pajama bottoms and snaked them down my legs, displaying my pull-up diaper I had put on earlier before my meeting with Mother and revealing that it had a large yellow stain in the crotch. 

“When did that happen?!’’ I said in a panic, horrified that I had wet myself again today. I figured it must have happened after I fell asleep earlier when I collapsed on the bed after I got home. I've been so distracted by Molly and her bullying that I didn’t even notice my diaper felt different the whole time we’ve been talking.

“So you really do belong back in diapers, huh?” she said, slightly surprised. “It’s a good thing you were already wearing a diaper or you’d have ruined those cute PJ’s of yours. Your diaper isn’t fully used yet but it won’t last you the rest of the night either.”

“C’mon, little guy, let Miss Molly get you all cleaned up and into your night-night diaper so you can go to beddy-byes.” She said in a sing-songy baby-talk that was oozing with sarcasm.

I hated everything about this situation but I was getting tired of having this woman tease me. She wasn’t going to leave me alone without first putting me into this diaper that she had laid out on the bed. The faster I get this over with, the faster she could leave me here to hate myself for what I had gotten myself into. 

‘I could always just take the diaper off after she left.’ I thought. ‘I’ll just put it back on before I actually go to bed.’

With a plan in my mind, I begrudgingly started to walk over to where she was standing, next to my bed and the massive diaper that was laying on top of it. 

“What’s with all the nicknames? Seriously, are they really necessary?” I asked, frustrated with all her stinging words as well as what was about to happen to me.

“Aww, are you grouchy because your diaper is wet?” She said, sticking out her lower lip to mock me further. “Get used to them, big guy. I give everyone nicknames and if it fits, it sticks, isn’t that right, little diaper boy?” 

She moved the mass of padding that was waiting for me across the bed and nudged me over onto the changing mat. Once I was in position, she put on some rubber gloves. 

“Please, stop calling me that.” I asked with sincerity and any shred of masculinity I had left. It was like she instantly found the words that could hurt my ego the most and combined them into some kind of super-kryptonite that turned me into a helpless rag doll. 

“Sorry, pumpkin. No-can-do.” She said tearing the sides of my wet pull up, exposing my private area. I instinctively went to cover myself but she slapped my hands away with enough force that I wasn’t about to try again. “If I’m going to be the one diapering you at night from now on, I’m going to have some fun with you while I do it.”