Jason wanted this over immediately, and he knew just how to make that happen. He changed "first" to "last" and submitted the change.
"I know you're getting tired, but this is the last one," Jason's mom said. Jason beared down more fiercely, squeezing all his muscles as hard as he could to pinch out one final log. He finished with a sigh of relief and straightened, his diaper sagging under him. His bladder abruptly emptied as well with a soft hiss. He turned to face his mom. There was a large pile of messy diapers next to her, apparently the ones he had already tried out.
"I like these the best," Jason said, gesturing to the diaper he had on. His mom nodded.
"I agree. It looks like jean shorts from a distance, but can hold a lot of mess and is clearly very comfortable." Jason nodded. Everything his mom was saying was true. "Now, help me clean this up." Jason obediently carried the pile of dirty diapers to the specialized trash can in the corner. He then went to the changing room to clean up and get dressed again.
When he got back to his mom, she had purchased the diapers and was talking to a farmer. The farmer had a large bulge around his waist, but the diaper was apparently clean, as he didn't smell.
"Jason, this man wanted to talk to you!" Jason's mom said brightly. The farmer beamed at Jason.
"I saw just how many diapers you were able to fill up in a row," the farmer said. "You've got manure making talent, kid."
"Uh, thanks?" Jason said.
"I've been needing someone like you on my farm for a while now. None of my kids make even half as much manure as you just did. How about a job?"
"I've already got one," Jason said.
"I spoke to your mom already. I'll pay double, even triple of your current salary, depending on how much manure you make." Jason gaped. That was way too good of an offer to turn down!
"I'll take it!" he said, shaking the farmer's hand. A bit of humiliation was a small price to pay for that sort of salary. But when he turned up for work the next day, he discovered his new job came with a catch.