A baby couldn’t change its own diaper, but an adult should be able to. Amber changed “babies’” to “adults’”. The baby and the changing station it was on both grew. Now, a fully grown man laid on his back on an adult-sized changing station. He took the pacifier out of his mouth.
“Are you gonna change me or not?” he demanded.
“Change yourself,” Amber said boldly.
“You knew what you got into when you started working for an ABDL daycare,” the man retorted. He wagged his diaper-clad butt in Amber’s face. “Change me.”
“Fine,” Amber muttered. She removed the man’s diaper, wiped him down, and taped a fresh diaper on. “Happy?”
“Very,” the man said. He hopped off the changing table and left the bathroom, suckling on his pacifier and waddling. Amber threw the diaper in the trash, then left the bathroom as well. Her jaw dropped. Moments ago, it had been a regular daycare full of babies and toddlers. Now, the attendees were still diapered, but they were all adults, with a few teens scattered around. Some wore only diapers, others wore onesies over the diapers, and others still wore toddler-styled clothing.
Amber walked back to reception. There was a pamphlet on her desk. She picked it up and read it.
“Welcome to Dizzy Days, a mature daycare for adult babies and diaper lovers. If you like pretending to be a baby or toddler, here you can get an authentic daycare experience. Be the baby you were meant to be!”
Great. Apparently, she now worked at a daycare for people who liked using diapers and pretending to be babies. As Amber thought about it, though, she warmed up to it. Sure, she didn’t really want to work here now, but this was a prime environment to cause massive changes for maximum fun.
The only question was what she would change first.