Amanda suddenly felt extremely jealous of Jen despite her being a pants pooping baby girl. She had wanted to take her former boss down a notch by making her an infant. But now it appears she had unintentionally set Jen up for a glamorous future that would outshine her own even though she went to college and had a degree. While Jen was in still in diapers for crying out loud!
Masking her envy she decided to ask Heather one more question.
"If you don't mind me asking how did Jen handle getting the virus? Is she okay with no longer being potty trained?" Amanda the need to know what she might possibly be getting into. Looking over at Jen she saw she had flopped onto her back in the seat of the chair, the baby girl amusing herself by playing with both her feet. She was also sucking away on a pacifier given to her moments ago by her mother. However Amanda was focusing her attention solely on the freshly changed padding between her legs which she now had a great view of thanks to her position. Before Amanda had looked at the garment with hilarious amusement but now she was starting to feel a sense of longing.
She was so distracted that she nearly missed Heather's answer to her question.
"She took it rather well as her mind regressed a bit so she is easily receptive to her new instincts and needs. But don't be fooled Jen's here still very much a big girl." She took a moment to smile down at her adorable baby girl before continuing, "As for your other question does she enjoy being back in diapers again?" At this part Heather leaned in close to whisper to her, "Between you and me I think she does. Jen doesn't seem to mind using them to go potty, hardly ever fusses when I change her and she seems very uninterested when I mention training her." Leaning back she finished in a normal voice, "Though I start trying when she turns 2 and 1/2. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes it does, thank you" Amanda replied gratefully her gaze once again shifting to Jen who was now kicking her legs in typical childish fashion. The babyish action caused her dress to fly up and reveal even more of her crinkly absorbent underwear for her to view.
Is she purposely flaunting her diapers in my face knowing I like them she thought with irritation.
With that last display her growing inner desires suddenly reached a boiling point, Amanda abruptly standing up from her chair.
"Excuse me I have to use the restroom real fast" she said quickly then added, "Please don't leave until I get back."
Without waiting for a response Amanda dashed from the office making a beeline for the nearest bathroom, her phone suddenly feeling hot in her pocket. Shutting the door behind her with a bit of a slam Amanda sat down on the covered toilet as she pulled up the app. Doing a quick search of the house,
"A 47 year old mother and her 14 month old daughter wait patiently in a office"
Scrolling past that she read,
"A 30 year old successful investing agent hides out in the bathroom."
There was no way that was anyone other than her.
With bated breath Amanda changed...