Danny chatted cheerfully with the customer he was helping. Warmth spread through his diaper without warning, but Danny was used to that now. It had taken a surprisingly short time to lose control over his bladder. All it took was two weeks of peeing whenever he got the urge, whether he was on the potty or not. Now, if he had any warning at all, it was very short and ignored, even if Danny was right next to his potty. Greg actually actively encouraged Danny losing his potty training and didn’t mind changing his many dirty diapers.
“Thank you, young man,” the customer cooed at Danny. She walked away. Danny felt pressure build in his abdomen. He hurried to where his least-favorite coworker, Mitch, was stationed that day.
“Hi, Mitch,” Danny said, walking up to him. Mitch eyed him suspiciously.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be manning your station?”
“I’ve gotta make boom-boom.”
“Why is that my problem?”
“Kristof said someone is supposed to help me with the potty,” Danny said. It was in an email that had been sent to everyone the day Kristof put Danny in diapers at work. Danny was to find someone to help him any time he wanted to use the potty. He wasn’t sure why Kristof had decided to set that rule in place, but to his surprise, it hadn’t embarrassed him. If anything, he liked it. He enjoyed forcing people he didn’t like to help him to the potty and, when he didn’t make it to the potty in time, then change his diaper.
The second rule in the email Kristof sent out was that the first person to notice Danny needed a change had to change him. Danny used this rule to his advantage as well, searching out people he didn’t like when his diaper became so used it was sagging under him.
“Ugh. Fine.” Mitch grabbed Danny’s hand and led him to the employee break room. “Will you at least make it in time?” Danny knew he could make it. His bowel control was still excellent, despite following the same strategy that made him wet himself all the time. But if he wanted to properly ruin his potty training, he had to keep messing himself.
So, instead of responding, Danny let go of Mitch’s hand and bent his knees into a squat, grunting loudly. Mitch groaned. After a few moments of pushing, a hot, stinky mess filled the back of Danny’s diaper.
“No, I didn’t make it in time,” Danny said.
“Obviously!” Mitch picked Danny up and carried him the rest of the way to the employee break room. Danny made sure to move around as much as possible, to make more of a mess for Mitch to clean up. When Mitch laid Danny down on the changing table, Danny idly sucked on his thumb. He didn’t want to talk to Mitch, and when he didn’t want to talk during a change, he found he enjoyed sucking his thumb. “Ew, gross!”
“Another big mess?” asked Kristof, walking into the employee break room.
“Yes! Ugh, this was not in my job description! Kristof, things can’t keep going like this!” Mitch said furiously. Kristof nodded.
“You’re right. They won’t be.” Danny looked over at him in surprise. “Danny, I’m making a change. Clearly, putting you in diapers was a mistake, but I also clearly can’t just take you out of them. So to make your need for diaper changes easier…”