Mike is sitting on the floor, idly playing with the tablet Stacy had packed for him, when he hears a soft hiss. He looks around, wondering about the source of the noise, only to feel warmth spreading through his pull-up. Dread fills him as he realizes he is wetting himself. And not just a little bit. His pull-up is completely soaked.
“Um, Stacy?” Mike asks quietly. Stacy looks over at him.
“Yeah?”
“I, uh, I need a- a change,” Mike mumbles. Stacy gets up to check his pull-up.
“Oh, wow, yeah, you really need a change. Okay, come on.” She grabs the diaper bag, gets up, and leads Mike to the ladies’ room. Mike blushes profusely as Stacy takes off his wet pull-up, wipes him down, and then puts a fresh one on him. His embarrassment peaks when a woman walks into the bathroom during the change.
“Before we go back to my cubicle, do you need to go any more?” Stacy asks. Mike shakes his head. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“All right.” Stacy checks her watch. “Looks like it’s lunchtime anyways. Want to go grab some fast food?” Mike nods eagerly.
They grab their lunch without incident and head back to Stacy’s work. However, as they are walking into the breakroom, Mike feels pressure in his bowels. He drops his kid’s meal.
“Mikey?” Stacy asks.
“I gotta poop!” Mike says urgently. He rushes for the bathroom, but before he even makes it out of the breakroom, he loses control. His body acts on instinct and he squats. Poop begins to enter his pull-up. Lisa from the front desk comes into the room.
“Kids are so funny before they toilet train,” Lisa says to Stacy. “They like to just poop wherever.”
“Actually, he’s been working on potty training,” Stacy says. “He hasn’t had a messy accident in a while, so he actually got moved up to pull-ups.”
“Oh!” Lisa looks at Mike. “I’m sorry, Mikey, I didn’t mean to embarrass you having an accident. Don’t worry, you’ve got plenty of time to move on to big boy pants.” Humiliated by being observed while he poops himself, Mike pushes harder, grunting with effort. He just wants to get this all over with.
Once he finishes, Mike stands back up. As he does so, his bladder lets loose again. This additional indignity is too much. Mike lets out a sob.
“I think he’s ready to be changed,” Stacy says. “Watch our food, will you? I’ll be right back.”
“No problem!” Lisa chirps. Stacy grabs Mike’s hand and leads him to the restroom again, picking up the diaper bag from her cubicle on the way. During the whole trip, the poop spreads and smears in Mike’s pull-up, making him cry harder.
“Okay, poopy pull-up. No problem,” Stacy says once they get to the restroom. Unlike last time, where she allowed him to stand, she picks him up now and sets him on the changing station.
“What are you doing?” Mike asks.
“You’re wearing diapers the rest of the day, and it’s easier to put it on this way.”
“What? But Jim and I made a deal!”
“Yes, and you burned through your second and third strikes in the last hour. You peed, and then, despite me giving you the chance to use the toilet, didn’t bother even trying to go. So you pooped when your body finally let you know you did need to go.”
“But-”
“If you’re unable to hold in poop long enough to use the bathroom, do you really think you should be in pull-ups?”
“It was an accident!”
“I know. Maybe if you prove you can control when you go number two, I’ll be able to talk Jim into letting you in pull-ups again. But for now, it’s diapers.” Stacy picks Mike up and sets him back on the floor. To Mike’s surprise, while he had been arguing with Stacy, she had quickly changed him into a clean diaper.
“This feels terrible,” he mumbles, squeezing the obvious diaper bulge in his pants.
“Yep. But it’s necessary. Come on, let’s go eat lunch.” Stacy takes Mike’s hand and leads him out of the restroom yet again. To Mike’s displeasure, his thick diaper causes him to toddle rather than walk. His cheeks burn as he hears himself crinkle with every step.
“All changed?” Lisa asks when they arrive at the breakroom.
“Yep! Back into diapers for now. Hopefully, he’ll be ready for pull-ups soon, though,” Stacy replies. Mike looks down at his feet upon hearing Stacy tell her coworker he was now in a diaper.
After a quick lunch, Stacy brought Mike back to her cubicle, then laid a blanket on the floor.
“Try to take a nap, okay? Kids your age need one. And anyways, it’ll make the day go by faster,” she says. Mike is about to argue, but he yawns instead.
“Okay,” he says sleepily. He lays down on the blanket and before he knows it, is fast asleep.