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Anya nodded and stared down at the soaking wet, pathetic looking woman. She then helped her to her feet and led her like a child to the bathroom. "You'll just not be allowed to wear big girl panties while you're here."

BLART! The hug only caused another large blast to erupt from the girl’s diaper as even more came out. But that was Francine’s plan all along! This sealed it, there was no holding it anymore! Tears in her eyes, Dahlia’s body went on autopilot as she squatted down and made that face Francine had been waiting for! It was time for the main event!

James' girlfriend had just gotten home from work. She was having trouble keeping up since he refused to get a job, but she was making it due to her strong will. She walked in, and then went to their shared bedroom... Only to see her boyfriend there, wearing a diaper and no pants! She stared in shock. "J... James?"

Francine felt a big tug on her arm as the girl suddenly went perfectly still in the middle of the sidewalk. She turned back and tilted her head, until she saw the wide eyes of a girl who had clearly just accidentally pooped herself. And what was even better, the girl was clearly trying to hold more in! She tilted her head. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" She whispered with mock sympathy, approaching her and hugging her waist. 

"So how did you enjoy your first week of work, Oscar?" "Olliver," I corrected. I tried to force a smile. "It was good." The woman I was speaking to, Mrs. Jonhson, was my manager. She was middle aged, tall, and with long brown haired. Today she was wearing a long green dress. She was also, as I had found out the first week, a legend where I worked. She had published more articles then anyone could count and won multiple awards. For me, it was a good opportunity. Though journalism wasn't the highest paying job, it covered my bills, and was something I thought I'd enjoy. More importantly to me, it gave me a chance to practice writing, so that perhaps one day I could publish something more real. She smiled at me. "Well, you're doing alright for your first week. For next week, make sure you simplify your language. In a few months we may give you your first big story. Have a good weekend!" "Thanks! Goodbye!" I said as she left. I breathed a heavy sigh of releif. It had been a long day, and an even longer life. Moving to the city was exciting, but I couldn't pretend it was easy. I had chosen this. Of course, there were reasons. It would have been easier back home, in some ways. In others, much, much more difficult. I closed my eyes at the memories. I knew I couldn't go back, not now. I got my coat and headed out the door. Before getting out of the building I went down thirty two floors, an fact that made me gawk when I thought of it. I was getting more used to the height of the buildings around me but still gave me vertigo. I made sure not to look up, and headed back to my appartment, where it was up another twenty five floors. "I need to get blinds in here," I said as I opened my front door. The massive floor to cealing windows that confronted me were supposed to be a selling point, but they served less so for someone who generally never went in buildings with more then two or three floors. "What?" I turned around. Mary, the woman from the next appartment over, was opening her door at the same time.  "Uhhh..." I said. "Just that I need to get blinds." "And why are you telling me? I don't sell blinds." "Yes but you asked what I said." "Yes but you said it before I asked, which is why I asked." "Oh, I wasn't talking to you, sorry." She leaned back and looked into my appartment. "Oh, is there someone else in there? I thought you lived alone." "Uhhhh..." I tried to think of an explanation that didn't sound insane. I gave up and went with "I was just talking to myself. I didn't realize anyone was there." "I see," she nodded. "Living alone can get to you. Let me know if you ever want to meet up. We'll have a drink. Or..." she looked me up and down. "Do you drink?" "I'm twenty five." "Yes, sorry, I know, you just seem innocent." "Why?" "Because you're scared of looking out a window from your own appartment." "Oh," I stared with my mouth open. She smiled. "Sorry, just joking around. Let me know if you ever want to talk!" She walked into her appartment, and I went into mine a moment later. I was living in a small bachelor appartment, which was the best I could afford at the time. Still, given where I was in the city it was more then I expected. Until I could get a car, or shorter work hours, living in a bigger space further away wasn't possible for me. I hung my coat, kicked off my shoes, and slumped down on my bed. I lay for a minute, then turned to my side table. There, standing up and facing me, was the mask I had gotten at the kink store almost exactly a week earlier. The memory came back to me, along with the invitation. "Right," I said, and reached to grab it.