“Hey, Mikey, wake up,” a voice says softly. Mike opens his eyes reluctantly and sits up. Stacy smiles down at him. “You made it through the day!”
“Hooray,” Mike says dryly. “It’s time to go home?”
“Yep!” Stacy chirps. Mike gets to his feet. As he does, he feels his diaper sag under him. “Let me check you real quick before we go.”
“No need,” Mike sighs. “I can tell I’m wet.” To his consternation, Stacy still checks his diaper, but confirms it is soaked and will need a change. He expects to be taken to the bathroom. However, Stacy lays a changing mat on the floor and places him on it on his back. “What are you-” Mike begins to screech. He’s cut off by Stacy quickly popping a pacifier into his mouth. His instincts take over and he sucks on it.
“What was that?” asks a voice. Someone in a neighboring cubicle pops their head over and spots Stacy removing Mike’s pants.
“Sorry, my boyfriend’s nephew gets fussy when he gets changed,” Stacy says. “He’s still upset that he hasn’t mastered potty training yet.”
“Ah.” Stacy’s coworker smiles at Mike, whose diaper has now been removed so that Stacy can wipe him down. Mike blushes fiercely at the coworker seeing him exposed like this. “Don’t worry, bud, you’ll figure it out!” The coworker disappears back into their own cubicle. Still sucking on the pacifier, Mike glares at Stacy.
“Look, I want to get out of here as soon as possible, so I’m changing you right now instead of going all the way back to the bathroom. No one cares,” Stacy hisses. Mike points at the pacifier in his mouth. “That was to get you quiet before you started talking like an adult. You can take it out, if you can promise you’ll behave.” Mike continues to suck on the pacifier. Stacy raises an eyebrow. “Or if you like it, I guess.” Mike blushes even more fiercely at the knowledge that Stacy’s right. He likes sucking on the pacifier.
The diaper change and cleanup is quick. Before he knows it, Mike is being carried out of the office, still sucking on the pacifier, which he is beginning to think of as his. A few coworkers coo over Mike, but Stacy’s boss stops them and reminds Stacy to not bring Mike in tomorrow. Stacy nods, and they go to the car, where Mike is buckled into his car seat.
The drive to Jim’s work is short. After they arrive, Stacy texts Jim, and he comes out of the building and gets into the passenger seat. He does a double-take at Mike in the car seat, sucking on a pacifier and sporting a diaper bulge.
“Rough day, Mike?” Jim asks. Mike crosses his arms and looks away, fiercely suckling on his pacifier. “What happened?” Jim asks Stacy. Stacy sighs. They pull out of the parking lot.
“He refused to go to daycare, so I brought him to my work. Before lunch, he used up his last two strikes. He’s not happy about being back in diapers, but during his nap after lunch, he wet himself again. I changed him at my cubicle because it was easier, and he started to pitch a fit, so I gave him a pacifier. Seems like he likes it. He could’ve removed it a while ago.”
“You changed him in your cubicle? No wonder he pitched a fit!”
“Look, whether he agrees to daycare for tomorrow, or whether we hire a babysitter for him, he’ll have to be changed by someone he doesn’t know well. Being changed in my cubicle and one coworker watching for a short time will help ease him into that.”
“I guess…” Jim looks back at Mike. “Well, Mike, we can-” Before Jim can finish his sentence, Mike’s bowels rumble. Resigned to being in diapers, Mike doesn’t bother to try holding it in. He pushes, but nothing comes out. “Uh…” Mike pushes harder, grunting loudly, his face red with effort. By the time they arrive at the apartment, however, Mike’s diaper is still clean. Stacy parks the car and turns around to look at Mike.
“What’s going on?” she asks. Mike spits out his pacifier.
“I need to go, but I can’t,” he wails. Stacy and Jim’s eyes widen.
“Oh, no. You’re constipated?” Jim asks. Mike grunts and pushes fruitlessly in response. “Stacy, what should we-”
“First thing first, let’s get him out of the car. He might be able to go if he’s in a better position,” Stacy says, already getting out of the car. She opens the door, removes Mike from the car seat, and sets him on the ground. Mike squats and pushes. Finally, he feels something enter his diaper. After what feels like hours, Mike finishes with one last loud grunt. He stands straight, his diaper visibly sagging under him.
“That looked painful,” Jim remarks. Mike sniffs loudly.
“It was!” he sobs. Stacy grabs his pacifier and pops it back into his mouth.
“Well, no point in making you stay in a poopy diaper when we can change you here,” Stacy says. She lays out the changing mat in the back seat and picks up Mike, then proceeds to change him. Jim hovers nearby during the change.
“Do you have problems with constipation?” Jim asks when Stacy finishes the change. Mike takes out his pacifier, now calmed down.
“No. But I don’t know if I did when I was two the first time.” He looks away, embarrassed. “And…I don’t think I went all the way just now.”
“You’ve still got some ammo locked and loaded?” Jim asks. Mike nods. Jim looks at Stacy. “I think we need to find some stuff for constipated toddlers. Just in case.” Stacy nods.
“You’re right.” She looks at Mike. “Sorry, but we’re going to have to go to the store before we can go inside.” Mike widens his eyes plaintively at her.
“Stacy, I’ve been through a lot today. Please, let me stay home!”