Angela Rivers had become a regular at Padded Bliss, the local treatment center known colloquially as "The Diaper Spa." For the last five months, she had been getting diaper changes from other women who appreciated her and her independence. She could drop a big load in her diaper and have the size of her poop marveled at. If her diaper leaked, they would playfully tease her. It felt like a place she could truly be herself, and it never would've happened without her friend Catherine introducing her.
She had gotten so used to diapers that she had stopped buying toilet paper for herself, only for guests. She would diaper herself in the evening after work. She liked Abena M4s and Bambino Belissimos, just depending on how she was feeling. While she didn't wear diapers to work, she was opening up about it to select friends. She had too many accessories to keep it secret, like her changing pad and diaper pail.
"So are you one of those adult babies?" her friend Rhonda asked upon learning about her newy-discovered kink.
"No," Angela clarified. "I'm a diaper lover. Adult babies wear diapers, but it's more about age regression. I just like wearing and using diapers."
She had some friends who were fine being around her in diapers. Others, like Rhonda, asked if she could refrain if they were going out. Angela didn't mind unless it was a particularly vile public restroom at a bar. A few dates had been arranged with other kinky women. While they didn't mind changing Angela's diapers, they seemed hesitant to be changed themselves. They would feel the urge to wet but only a few drops would come out.
Angela loved getting her diaper changed, but she also loved changing other women. Well, she loved changing Catherine. The two of them would have diaper dates, sometimes at Padded Bliss and sometimes at their respective homes. It would never be refined, since there was pee and poop, but Catherine's diapers were always adorable. They would be so perfectly soiled and make Angela so happy.
While diapers were a pleasure, things at work had been going south for Angela. She had been feeling tremendous stress about recent turnover. Another company was looking to take over and she feared it could result in her losing her job.
She was telling this to her friend, Maria, a spa employee and diaper lover, during a poopy diaper change. She had put a big stinky log into her Abena, one she saved for Maria. Since Maria was from Argentina, she spoke Spanish and liked to call it "caca." Since she had eased Angela into wearing diapers and pooping in them, the two were very close. Employees could only be changed by other employees, but Maria did let Angela peek into her diaper and see her loads. Angela wasn't interested in smearing or eating poop, but she did love the juxtaposition of a lovely woman like Maria talking about a new restaurant in town while also dirtying her diaper. It was even better when she got to see Maria get her diaper changed. She would climb on the changing table and spread her legs open, showing off her diaper. Then, she would ask the person changing her to help her out of her clothes. She had rich, cinnamon-skin and was proud to display her body. Sometimes, Angela would see her lean forward and be turned on by her long black hair draping her stunning breasts.
Maria's confidence inspired Angela. She never felt ashamed to be in a diaper or to do her business it in. Whether she had just peed in it or had a bout of diarrhea that required a dozen wipes to get her ass and pussy clean, she never seemed embarrassed. Instead, she would revel in her bodily functions and diaper-wearing. She'd also be understanding to people who were apprehensive about the experience, like Angela had been.
"I'm so sorry to hear about this, Angela," Maria said as she learned about her work troubles. She rolled up Angela's poop-filled diaper, gave it a quick kiss (a signature move of hers) and threw it in the trash. They were in the Diapering Room, surrounded by other women getting changed. As Angela laid on her changing station and smelled the effects of used diapers, she felt relaxed. This was a place where women could come together and not feel hindered by others. Some of them came in already appreciating diapers, but others, like her, learned how special they could be.
She had been coming to Padded Bliss more and more, not just because she liked it, but because she needed it. Diapering at home was nice, but it wasn't enough.
Then, it hit her.
"Maria," Angela asked as she climbed off the changing table. "Could I get a job here?"
"Oh my God!" Maria said. "That would be incredible. I can't believe I never considered that!"
Maria told Angela that business had been good, with plenty of repeat customers. However, not enough women were willing to change diapers compared to being changed. Angela told her she would love to do it, and got an application. A few days later, they called her in for an interview.
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Angela had never entered Padded Bliss nervously, but today, she was shaking a bit. She wanted to be a Diaper Specialist (what they called employees) more than anything, but wasn't sure if she would be able to. After checking it at reception, she was greeted by Megan Daugherty, the spa founder. They had met before, which made Angela feel more at ease. Megan was in her early 30s, just like Angela.
"Have a seat," Megan said with a smile. She was wearing a business suit, but Angela knew from the indentations near her rear that she had a diaper on. "Thank you so much for applying. We were wondering when you would?"
"Really?" Angela asked.
"Well, looking at our records, you've been our best customer for the past three months. It's practically a landslide," Megan said.
Angela was amazed. "I really love being here."
"And we love having you," Megan replied. "I just have a few questions. Can you handle poopy diapers?"
"Absolutely," Angela replied. "I've had some pretty messy accidents in my diapers here and the women have always been so supportive."
Megan smiled. "We want to teach women to be proud of their bodies, including their poo-poo. We even have a monthly prize for the biggest poop."
"Like employee of the month?" Angela asked.
"Yup, but we call it Poop of the Month" said Megan. "Do you know Ashley?"
"Yes," Angela replied. "She diapered me on my first day."
"That girl can poop," Megan said. "She's won the last three months. One of her dumps was so big, it almost made her Bambino fall off."
"Well, I'll be some healthy competition for her," Angela smiled.
"That's a good transition to my next question," Megan began. "Do you work well with others?"
"I do," Angela said. "I lead a team in my current job and we've had great sales results."
"Okay," Megan said. "Because we need to work together. We need to share supplies, including diapers. And we can't be mad at someone for their diaper leaking in our station or their poop smelling too bad. We want to support each other and our clients, sound good?"
Angela told her it did. She was understanding better now how conflicts could arise. She didn't want to have strife working at Padded Bliss.
"There's just one one more part of the interview," Megan said. She walked out the door and motioned for Angela to follow. They finally made it to the Diapering Room.
"Could you please change my diaper?' Megan asked.
She had gotten so used to diapers that she had stopped buying toilet paper for herself, only for guests. She would diaper herself in the evening after work. She liked Abena M4s and Bambino Belissimos, just depending on how she was feeling. While she didn't wear diapers to work, she was opening up about it to select friends. She had too many accessories to keep it secret, like her changing pad and diaper pail.
"So are you one of those adult babies?" her friend Rhonda asked upon learning about her newy-discovered kink.
"No," Angela clarified. "I'm a diaper lover. Adult babies wear diapers, but it's more about age regression. I just like wearing and using diapers."
She had some friends who were fine being around her in diapers. Others, like Rhonda, asked if she could refrain if they were going out. Angela didn't mind unless it was a particularly vile public restroom at a bar. A few dates had been arranged with other kinky women. While they didn't mind changing Angela's diapers, they seemed hesitant to be changed themselves. They would feel the urge to wet but only a few drops would come out.
Angela loved getting her diaper changed, but she also loved changing other women. Well, she loved changing Catherine. The two of them would have diaper dates, sometimes at Padded Bliss and sometimes at their respective homes. It would never be refined, since there was pee and poop, but Catherine's diapers were always adorable. They would be so perfectly soiled and make Angela so happy.
While diapers were a pleasure, things at work had been going south for Angela. She had been feeling tremendous stress about recent turnover. Another company was looking to take over and she feared it could result in her losing her job.
She was telling this to her friend, Maria, a spa employee and diaper lover, during a poopy diaper change. She had put a big stinky log into her Abena, one she saved for Maria. Since Maria was from Argentina, she spoke Spanish and liked to call it "caca." Since she had eased Angela into wearing diapers and pooping in them, the two were very close. Employees could only be changed by other employees, but Maria did let Angela peek into her diaper and see her loads. Angela wasn't interested in smearing or eating poop, but she did love the juxtaposition of a lovely woman like Maria talking about a new restaurant in town while also dirtying her diaper. It was even better when she got to see Maria get her diaper changed. She would climb on the changing table and spread her legs open, showing off her diaper. Then, she would ask the person changing her to help her out of her clothes. She had rich, cinnamon-skin and was proud to display her body. Sometimes, Angela would see her lean forward and be turned on by her long black hair draping her stunning breasts.
Maria's confidence inspired Angela. She never felt ashamed to be in a diaper or to do her business it in. Whether she had just peed in it or had a bout of diarrhea that required a dozen wipes to get her ass and pussy clean, she never seemed embarrassed. Instead, she would revel in her bodily functions and diaper-wearing. She'd also be understanding to people who were apprehensive about the experience, like Angela had been.
"I'm so sorry to hear about this, Angela," Maria said as she learned about her work troubles. She rolled up Angela's poop-filled diaper, gave it a quick kiss (a signature move of hers) and threw it in the trash. They were in the Diapering Room, surrounded by other women getting changed. As Angela laid on her changing station and smelled the effects of used diapers, she felt relaxed. This was a place where women could come together and not feel hindered by others. Some of them came in already appreciating diapers, but others, like her, learned how special they could be.
She had been coming to Padded Bliss more and more, not just because she liked it, but because she needed it. Diapering at home was nice, but it wasn't enough.
Then, it hit her.
"Maria," Angela asked as she climbed off the changing table. "Could I get a job here?"
"Oh my God!" Maria said. "That would be incredible. I can't believe I never considered that!"
Maria told Angela that business had been good, with plenty of repeat customers. However, not enough women were willing to change diapers compared to being changed. Angela told her she would love to do it, and got an application. A few days later, they called her in for an interview.
-
Angela had never entered Padded Bliss nervously, but today, she was shaking a bit. She wanted to be a Diaper Specialist (what they called employees) more than anything, but wasn't sure if she would be able to. After checking it at reception, she was greeted by Megan Daugherty, the spa founder. They had met before, which made Angela feel more at ease. Megan was in her early 30s, just like Angela.
"Have a seat," Megan said with a smile. She was wearing a business suit, but Angela knew from the indentations near her rear that she had a diaper on. "Thank you so much for applying. We were wondering when you would?"
"Really?" Angela asked.
"Well, looking at our records, you've been our best customer for the past three months. It's practically a landslide," Megan said.
Angela was amazed. "I really love being here."
"And we love having you," Megan replied. "I just have a few questions. Can you handle poopy diapers?"
"Absolutely," Angela replied. "I've had some pretty messy accidents in my diapers here and the women have always been so supportive."
Megan smiled. "We want to teach women to be proud of their bodies, including their poo-poo. We even have a monthly prize for the biggest poop."
"Like employee of the month?" Angela asked.
"Yup, but we call it Poop of the Month" said Megan. "Do you know Ashley?"
"Yes," Angela replied. "She diapered me on my first day."
"That girl can poop," Megan said. "She's won the last three months. One of her dumps was so big, it almost made her Bambino fall off."
"Well, I'll be some healthy competition for her," Angela smiled.
"That's a good transition to my next question," Megan began. "Do you work well with others?"
"I do," Angela said. "I lead a team in my current job and we've had great sales results."
"Okay," Megan said. "Because we need to work together. We need to share supplies, including diapers. And we can't be mad at someone for their diaper leaking in our station or their poop smelling too bad. We want to support each other and our clients, sound good?"
Angela told her it did. She was understanding better now how conflicts could arise. She didn't want to have strife working at Padded Bliss.
"There's just one one more part of the interview," Megan said. She walked out the door and motioned for Angela to follow. They finally made it to the Diapering Room.
"Could you please change my diaper?' Megan asked.