Danny sat on his stool behind the main desk, greeting employees as they came in to drop off their children. He didn’t expect to enjoy working at the daycare this much, but maybe it was his increasingly toddler way of thinking. He wasn’t the only person in a diaper, and not even the only person in a diaper and no pants, which made him feel less left out. He was also allowed to participate in the various toddler activities as a way to encourage his new young peers to behave. He even got breaks for snacks and naps.
“How’s the new job, Danny?” asked Clarissa as she dropped off her five-year-old daughter Ivy. Ivy, like about half of the daycare attendees, wasn’t diapered. She didn’t even need training pants, which Danny was incredibly jealous of. But Danny’s potty training had only gotten worse when he started working at the daycare, to the point where he never made it to the potty for number one and only rarely made it for number two.
“It’s actually pretty great,” Danny said, talking around the pacifier currently in his mouth. “For one thing, it’s nice not to wander through the store in a dirty diaper when I need a change.” Clarissa chuckled. “Ivy’s all checked in!”
“Thanks!” Clarissa left. The employee behind her, Lyle, had been hired to replace Danny’s old position. But Lyle was so nice, Danny didn’t feel any animosity towards him.
“Is that a new pacifier?” Lyle asked as Danny began the process of checking in Lyle’s twin sons, Hubert and Harold. Danny nodded. “Is it any good?”
“Not as good as my favorite one, but I wanted to try something new, y’know?” Danny said. That was another perk of working in the daycare. Danny could suck on a pacifier all day, and so he did. “Not to mention, last time I brought my favorite one here, it almost got taken by one of the babies.”
“Yeah, you’ve gotta be careful with your special items,” Lyle agreed.
“Yep. All right, the boys are checked in!”
“Thanks, Danny.” Lyle left the daycare. Danny stretched idly. His name badge, pinned to the polo shirt that was the only item of clothing he wore other than his diaper, shifted from the movement. He adjusted it quickly. The name badge had his new role as “Daycare Liaison” written on it. It felt a bit like Kristof was trying to mollify him, but Danny didn’t mind. He kind of liked the title.
There was a pressure in Danny’s abdomen. He hopped off his stool, hoping to get to the potty in time. He only managed a few steps, however, before he felt a thick log begin to enter his diaper. With a sigh, Danny bent into a squat and began to actively push, hoping to get it over with faster.
“Laura?” he called. One of the daycare staff, a cute blonde in her twenties, walked over. “Could…you…man…the…desk…for…me?” Danny asked in between grunts.
“You got it, little guy,” Laura said. She chuckled. “I swear, we should get a sign for the desk that says ‘Gone Pooping’ on it or something for you.” Laura sat down at the desk and began to type at the computer. “Oh, I’ve got an email about you.”
“Really?” Danny asked.
“Yes.” Laura frowned. Danny finished pooping and straightened with a sigh. His diaper sagged under him, full.
"Could you give me a change?" he asked.
"Uh, sure."
"What does the email say?" Danny asked, worried by Laura's furrowed brow.