Diaper References

Yeah. That definetely does not fit you. And it definetely looks like it's not capable of holding a full bladders worth of pee. Congrats on being able to squeeze into it though. 

Chapter 10:    I woke up in the morning with a bit of a head ache. My eyes creaked open and as I shuffled I felt two things. A heavy mess in my diaper and Ash's strong arms around my waist.    “Are you awake?” Ash asked.    “Yeah.” I groaned.    “Good morning beautiful.” She kissed the back of my head.   I snuggled up against her and felt her squeeze me tighter. Then she moved one arm down and groped the butt of my diaper.    “You've got some lumps. Are you messy too?” Ash asked.    “Yeah. You messed yourself in the night?”    “Definitely. It's pretty brutal.”    "I guess I should call someone to clean us up.” I checked the clock on my bedside table. “Oh shit! It's 8:15! I have to be to work by 9:00!” I hopped out of bed and buzzed the changing service.    “Good morning Miss Applegate.”    “Good morning Wally! Ash and I are very messy and I'm in a rush for work. Can you send someone up as quick as possible to clean us up?”    “Absolutley Miss Applegate.”    I ran around the apartment gathering my briefs and everything I would need for the day. I took a quick whore’s bath in the sink, getting the stink off my armpits. I grabbed the Cranberry scented baby wipes from under the sink in hopes that would cover up the smell of me not showering.    I heard a knock at the door and ran to open it. “Good morning!” Said a chipper looking 19 year old. Tamara had been working here every summer for a couple of years. I knew her well.    “Good morning Tamara. Come in.” We walked back to my bedroom and I laid down on the bed, flipping up my nighty.    Ash laid at the foot of the bed too and pulled her shirt up a bit.    “Oh! I'm changing two babies this morning?” She chuckled.    “We're not babies.” Ash growled.    “Of course not. I'm just teasing.” She untaped us and opened us both up at the same time. She used a tonne of wipes trying to get us clean. “Are you sure you don't wanna just take a shower?” Tamara asked. “There's a lot here.”    “No time. Just clean me up and then I gotta go.”    “I'll do my best.” It went on for a few more minutes then when Tamara felt pleased with her job, she taped us both into fresh diapers. She helped us up and said, “There we go. All better.”    “Alright, thanks Tamara. You can head out.”    “Alright.” With that she left.    I quickly picked an outfit. A pink silk button up blouse and a blood red pencil skirt. I wore matching blood red stilettos. “Ash, you can grab anything you want from my closet and uhh. I'll give you cab fare.”    “What? No. I wanna spend the day with you.” She seemed hurt.    “Well I gotta go to work, beautiful.”    “I could come to work with you. I could be your intern for the day.” She smiled.    “Alright. But you gotta dress fancier if you're gonna blend in at a law firm.    “Agreed.”    Ash and I looked through my closet for anything that might fit her.    We got her in some stretchy black dress pants, a navy blue tube top and a black blazer which fit her surprisingly well. It had always been a bit baggy on me.    After that I grabbed my stuff and we left through the front door and rode the elevator down to the parking garage. We got in my BMW and I drove us to my work.    As we walked into the building, the first thing I knew we had to do was get a pass. “Hi, this is Ash. She needs a visitor pass.”    “And what business is she here for?”    “She's just helping me out for today.”    “Okie dokie.” The front desk lady said, then she handed a clip on badge that said “Temp” on it.    I turned around and clipped it on the pocket of Ash's blazer. Then we walked on past and through the central lobby.    We arrived just in time to see the lineup of youth employees, being pulled along holding a rope. The Youth Employee Manager was pulling them along.    “Good morning, Emma!” The Youth Employee Manager stopped to chat with a big smile.   “Good morning Delores!” I smiled back at her.    “Who's your friend here?” She asked.    “This is Ash. She'll be assisting me with some of my cases today.”    “I see. Well if you needed assistance you didn't need to hire out. That’s why we have the Youth employees. Remember I can always send one of these boys or girls up.”    “I'll keep that in mind Delores.” I smiled softly.    Delores got real close and whispered in my ear. “I couldn't help but notice a diaper bulge under her pants. What's the situation there?”    “Oh she's unpottytrained, like me.” I told Delores.    “Right.” She said subtly, “I'll be up later to check both your diapers.” She said, then she began to pull the rope again, “Come on kids!” She called and the line up of adult babies holding onto it followed her out of the lobby.    I continued walking to the elevator and Ash whispered in my ear. “Why are you so buddy buddy with the Youth Employee Manager?” She wrinkled her nose at the thought of it.    “Oh, don't worry. I'm not a Youth Employee. It's just she's the best person to go to for a diaper change. So we've gotten to know each other a fair amount.”    “It's good they let you be a full employees even though you're in diapers. I've seen people get demoted for way less.”    “I know, but I'm always responsible and manage my diapers well. Plus I'm super smart and mature so people know I don't need to be towed around and forced to take naps.”    We got on the elevator and pressed the button.    “I'd be thanking God every day for them thinking that. Avoiding being treated like a Youth Employee is a big reason I didn't get any office job out of school. You know I have a Masters in Art History, right?”   “I see. That's pretty cool. That's a good degree right there.” I was a little baffled that Ash had such a qualification yet still chose to spend her days in a rusty old mechanic shop. But I had to suppose that that was the lifestyle she felt safe in. For a woman with such pride it'd be horrifying to be forced into the Youth Employee Daycare.    We rode the elevator up to the 16th floor and walked through the halls towards my office. My assistant was there at the desk. “Good morning Miss Applegate!”    “Good morning Jennifer.” I nodded.    “You've got two messages and a request from Chris.”    “Oh alright. What's the request from Chris?” I felt concerned.    “He wants you at the Satsumon meeting today. Apparently one of the higher ups at the company wears diapers. So he thinks it'll comfort them seeing you there.”    “Oh yeah. Uhh. Tell him I'll be there.” I shrugged.    “Will do. Other than that, you got a call from the disciplinary council in San Francisco east. They want you to answer some questions about a previous client, they're reviewing her release and want to send her back to kindergarten again. And the woman in the CNL case wants you to call and discuss asking for a re-evaluation from a different council on the basis of racism.”    “Alright. Get me San Francisco east on the line first. I'll call CNL after. It's not like she's going anywhere.”    “Will do.” Jennifer said.    I walked into my office and waved for Ash to follow me. I put down my brief case and sat at my desk, then I put the phone on speaker so Ash could listen in.    “Hello Disciplinary Headquarters Chicago.” A nasally woman said.    “Hello, this is Emily Applegate calling for The East District Disciplinary Council. They had some questions to ask me.”    “Oh good. I'll patch you through right away.” she said, then came a ringing sound.    It rang and rang for a few minutes until someone picked up. “Hi, this is Leonard Clayborn, San Francisco East Council Head.”    “Hi, this is Emily Applegate. I believe you had some questions for me.”    “Right! Miss Applegate.” I could hear him shuffling papers around. “It appears your former client, Sandra O’Reilly, was brought into our drunk tank late last night.”    “Oh my, that can't be good.”    He spoke dryly. “No. We're calling it drunk and disorderly for now. But as I recall, your client was released from a previous regression punishment under the assertion she had learned her lesson and changed for the better. One circumstance that allowed her release was that she would not drink alcohol for five years. Yet two years later here she is.”    “How disappointing. Was she breathalyzed and tested to make sure she was actually drunk?”    “Yes. We wanted to be sure. So we tested her two ways. But here we are now, looking at a possible demotion back to the kindergarten level.”    “That'll be a tough one to fight. Can I schedule a meeting with the Council so that we can review the facts together before sentencing?”    “Of course. How does 2pm tomorrow sound?”    “I'll make it work. Could you send over the case details?”    “Of course. I'll email you everything.” He said. “Best of luck Miss Applegate.”    “You too.” With that we hung up.    I pressed the intercom button to speak to my assistant. “Jennifer, find Sandra O’Reilly's contact info and send a notification telling her she'll be expected in court at 2pm tomorrow. Tell that I'm on the case.”    “Absolutely ma'am.” She agreed.    I grabbed the CNL card from my desk and put in the phone number to call her next.    “Hello CNL, this Fernly speaking.”    “Hi Fernly. Can I speak to Juliette, please? I'm her lawyer calling about a…”    “Oh yes! I'll patch you right over.” He interrupted me.    The phone rang for only a few seconds until she picked up, “Juliette Marrygold!” She said happily.    “Hi, this is Emily Applegate. You left a message earlier about requesting a secondary review.”    “Yes! Absolutely. Listen, the decision reached by the disciplinary council was a lot less than what they wanted to do. But even so, I don't think it's fair that I'm still being punished for what was decided to be appropriate behaviour for the situation.” She said excitedly.    “Well, Miss Marrygold. Keep in mind that what you did harmed a lot of people. I really do believe that the punishment you have now is the best case scenario.”    “Now I don't think that's true. Listen, you're a white woman, so you don't really know how badly us black folk get treated. The Disciplinary Council in San Francisco North is almost all white. So how would a black woman like me be judged appropriately by them? I wanna call that case into question and have it re-evaluated by San Francisco East. They have a black Council Head.”    “Ma'am with all do respect. Council Head Clayborn takes his job very seriously. He won't play favourites just because you're the same race.”    “Then I guess we'll have to find out together.”    “And you understand that if we redo this case you could end up in a worse punishment than the one you currently have?”    “That's not gonna happen. You're the best human Rights Lawyer in the city. You'll get me off and I'll be outta diapers by the end of the week and back to running my company without supervision.”    “Thanks. I'll try my best.” I told her, feeling nauseous deep to my core.    The CEO of CNL hung up the phone without another word and I was left with a task to complete.    “So what are you gonna do?” Ash asked.    “Well, she's a very wealthy woman, which means we'll get a big paycheque for even trying. I've given her my best legal advice and she refused to take it. So we'll do it her way.”    “Aren't you worried it'll blow up in your face?”    “I record all my phone calls to be safe. It's on record that I told her not to do it. It'll hurt my reputation a little, but not much.” I got some papers out from my desk and quickly filled them out. “Case Review Request. Juliette Marrygold. Reason for Review, Racism in judgment.” I wrote. A long blurb at the bottom about Miss Marrygold’s opinions and then I got up and walked out to Jennifer. “Send this off to San Francisco East Dictionary Headquarters by end of day, ok?”    “Will do!” Jennifer said.    I walked back into my office and looked at the stack of paperwork. “I need to fill out some forms for some cases. I have a TV so you can put on whatever you want.”    “I can help you fill them out!” Ash suggested.    “Ok.” I winced trying to think of what she would probably know how to do without risking my clients well being. Maybe you could look through the case documents for the Fangs V Rust case and figure out the chronology for that. I've been meaning to do it. It's just super boring.”    Ash looked unsure. “I think I can do that.”    I reached in my drawer and grabbed the case file. Then she went and sat on the couch, placing the file on the coffee table.    As Ash sorted through that file I got to work quickly filling out sheet after sheet. All together it was about 40 pages of paperwork.”    That was when we heard a knock at the door. “Come in!’ I called.    It was Delores, the Youth Employee Manager. “Hi girls! I'm just here to check your diapers!” She said in a sing-songy voice.    “Uhh, I'm dry and clean. I don't need checked.” Ash looked horrified.    “I'm a little wet.” I told her, “but I think I can wait a while before a change.”    “Well I'll just have to judge for myself. Stand up.” Delores said. I stood up and she hiked up my skirt. She squeezed the front of my diaper, “Bad news champ, I think you do need a change.” She spun me around and felt my diaper for lumps. “No poopies, that's good.” She walked over to Ash and waved at her, “Stand up!” She said with a smile.   “I don't wanna be checked.” Ash sulked.    “You'd rather sit around all day in a messy diaper?”    “If I mess myself I'll tell someone.”    “I don't know you well enough to be certain of that. So stand up please. It's a simple request.”    Ash stood up slowly and uncomfortably. Then Delores pulled down her pants. “Ok, this diapers fairly dry. She turned her around. No poopies in yours either.”    “We both woke up messy this morning.” I told her. “It's unlikely we'll make poopies again today.”    Delores nodded. “Alright. So just lay down and I'll get you changed.”    “Yes ma'am.” I said, then I walked around the desk and laid down on the carpet on the opposite side of the couch.    Delores hiked up my skirt real high, then she went to the back shelving of my office to grab some changing supplies. She knelt down and opened up my diaper. She wiped me clean, then she taped me into the new one. All efficiently and with very little cooing.    “Alright, there we go. All clean and dry.” Delores said, then she took my hand and helped me up.    I pulled down my skirt. “Thanks Delores.”    “You're welcome dear and I'd like to remind you and let the new girl know that both of you are always welcome at nap time or to sit in during share circle in the Youth Employee Den.   “Thanks but I don't think we'll be doing that.” I smiled patiently.    “I understand. It's hard to toe that balance between grown up and diaper user. You don't wanna be mistaken for a Youth Employee.”    “Exactly.” I nodded.    “Well have a nice day, girls. Emma has my number if you need a change.” With that she left.    “Uhhh.” I groaned. “Welp. It's 12:00. You wanna get lunch?”    “Hell yeah!” Ash said.   

I was wearing an Attends Premier diaper with a microfiber insert most of the day, and subsequently wet my diaper throughout the day. I just changed, hand washed the microfiber insert I used as a booster, cleansed my diaper area with an adult wipe, Baby Magic Baby Lotion on my diaper area, a sprinkle of baby powder in my Kiddo Teddy Ultra diaper and I am sweet smelling for a relaxing evening with my wife before bed. The mystery is will I go to bed dry or slightly wet. I love a good mystery.

Great chapter, sounds like Paul may be meeting a new friend back home.  You never fail to keep us amazed frosty.   Awaiting the next installment sir. 

thank ai already read Little Hope - Exchanged Book 2 Alterations - Exchanged Book 3, i can t stop myself to read this story, keep going i follow you, thanks