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The Diaper Spa Pt. 11

Everything was set for Ashley's surgery and her last day at Padded Bliss had finally come. Angela had been training her to get used to the toilet, even when she didn't have to go. To make it easier, Ashley had switched to pull-up-style diapers. Though she was still having accidents, both wet and messy, Angela was impressed by just how well she was adapting to the new situation.

"So what's it like to hold it?" Ashley asked Angela as they got the diapers ready for the first batch of clients.

"Hold it?" Angela asked in response?

"Yeah, like when you have to go to the bathroom but you're not able to."

"Oh. Well I haven't really thought about it, but it's nice, I guess. Unless you really have to go."

"Have you ever not been able to hold it?"

Angela looked down and patted her diaper, as if she had become aware of wearing one for the first time in a while. The concept of "holding it" had essentially lost all meaning for her. She knew how to get enough mileage out of her diapers and excuse herself discretely after pooping that there wasn't anything she felt she couldn't do with her diaper. She wasn't incontinent, but the thought of having to "hold it in" was deeply unpleasant.

"No," Angela finally responded. "It's hard but you'll get used to it."

At Ashley's request, none of the clients were told about her departure. She said didn't want them to try to convince her anymore than her coworkers already had. Megan put out a memo to others reminding them that this was Ashley's decision and hers alone. Given that none of them could understand what it was like to deal with her condition, they agreed she shouldn't be discouraged.

When the day was over, they gathered in the break room for an impromptu going-away party. Megan had a special cake made, designed with a miniature toilet on top. Ashley seemed to love this, as well as her gift, several packs of panties.

"These only hold a few ounces of pee," Fatima joked.

"So I guess you can't wear them, huh?" Ashley jokingly shot back.

"You'll still visit, right?" Tiffani asked sheepishly.

"It'll be nice to come by," Ashley said with some hesitation in her voice.

"Well, there'll be a changing station and a fresh Bambino with your name on it," Angela said as confidently as possible.

Ashley had been wearing a single diaper all day, with no pants. It was getting thoroughly soaked and sagging, but she said she wouldn't have it changed until she pooped. She said she had a special plan, and Angela couldn't wait to find out what it was.

Though Ashley prided herself on being a discrete pooper, she put on quite a show for her last load in a diaper. Nobody could miss it when she squatted down and pushed out more than a diaper should seemingly be able to hold. When she got back up, she had to hold her wet and messy diaper up by its waistband as she began to speak.

"So, as you all know, I have not been assigned a diapering partner today due to Megan's kindness," Ashley said in appreciation of her boss, who warmly thanked her. "But if you know how to use your nose, you know that I have one stinky diaper. And I would like to ask you all a favor."

The favor was if everyone could help to change Ashley's diaper. They started lining up, agreeing on alphabetical order. Angela got the honor of sliding down her diaper, full of beautiful mess.

"Oh my God," Ashley gawked at the contents of her diaper. Everyone took turns wiping her, and some had to go twice. Finally, Megan wrapped her diaper up as snuggly as possible. Instead of tossing it in the trash, she put it in a plastic sealed bag and told Ashley that they would hold onto it as a token of remembrance.

Angela had to stop and think about just how strange this was. Not only was she at a going-away party that revolved around a coworker's messy diaper, but it was actually a very emotional experience. She and Ashley hadn't always seen eye to eye, but they had grown close and she was definitely going to miss her.

There wasn't an immediate push to hire a new Diaper Specialist in the weeks after Ashley left. Concern had actually been raised about possible cutbacks. Business had been steady, but the rent had recently been raised on the building and Megan didn't exactly have the best poker face.

Angela knew that getting more clients was important, but she couldn't help but notice how much wasteful spending there had been. For instance, there were diapers imported from Amsterdam that were twice as expensive as ones they could order across state lines, and which hardly anyone used. There were also diaper changes where five wipes were used when one or two would suffice. If they were going to save money and not have to let anyone go, they would have to be more economical.

Angela needed to inform Megan of this, but she wanted to illustrate her point in action. At the end of a day, when just about everyone else had cleared out, she knocked on her door.

"Hey, Meg, I just pooped and everyone's already left. Do you mind?" Megan obviously didn't and got Angela set up on her office changing table.

There wasn't a whole lot of mess in her diaper. Angela could've really filled it but she needed to limit her output to make her point. Before she had even untaped Angela's diaper, Megan was already pulling out a fistful of wipes.

"That's a lot of wipes," Angela said. "Are you sure you need that many?"

"Well, I know a poopy diaper when I smell one," Megan said.

Angela watched as Megan opened her diaper. Her poop was a couple of lumps that came out cleanly. Wiping was all but a formality, and Megan was about to toss the unused ones in the trash along with the used ones and diaper.

"Hold on, what are you doing?" Angela asked.

"Throwing away your diaper..." Megan said, sounding a bit offended.

"But you have at least five unused wipes that you're about to waste," Angela protested.

"I don't think five wipes makes much of a difference to our bottom line," Megan said.

"Five wipes? No, but multiply that by ten and you'll pretty quickly see how much we're burning through these. We can't afford to treat wipes like a renewable resource," Angela said.

"Do you think we should be using less wipes?" Megan asked, seeking clarification.

"We just need to be using as many as necessary. if you're pulling out seven wipes to clean me up when I'm only a little poopy, we're not gonna have enough for the real big messes." Megan had to admit that Angela had a point. Angela also copped to having been wasteful in the past.

That was when Angela outlined her plan. One pack of wipes per day for each Diaper Specialist, maximum. It was 80 wipes to a pack, and Angela knew that there wouldn't be too much trouble on an average day. If there were any wipes leftover, they could be rolled over to the next day. Everyone would need to keep track of how many wipes they use per day.

By the next morning, the memo had been sent out and some opinions had been shared. Some like Delilah and Tiffani, were fine with it, as they were known for conserving wipes. Others, like Brooklyn and Fatima, felt like it was an overreaction.

"I don't want my customers to feel like I'm being stingy with the wipes," Fatima said.

"And you won't be," Angela clarified. "You're just being practical. Everyone is going to be cleaned up, and we're going to save money."

Maria wasn't working that day, but her lack of response to the memo made Angela feel that her response wasn't all that positive. As much as Angela didn't want to admit it, Maria was one of the most wasteful Diaper Specialists. She knew she wasn't alone in noticing how many new packs of wipes she'd have to get out of the supply closet. It wasn't that Maria wasn't aware of her carbon footprint. She abided by the philosophy that diapers don't come off until they absolutely have to. But Angela knew that picking up a fistful of wipes at every opportunity was another one of her philosophies.

Angela's day started in earnest when Fatima pushed a load into her Bambino diaper and then filled it with some pee. Even Delilah, who was getting her poopy diaper changed by Tiffani, had to sit up when she heard her pushing.

"Man, Fatima," Delilah said. "I can't imagine how big those turds were,"

"Let's get you cleaned up," Angela said as she slid Fatima's pants off. She hoped that she could serve as an example to others of being practical with diaper changes, even though she knew this would be a lot.

Fatima's diaper had two big logs that reminded her she hadn't pooped in more than a day. Angela wrapped it up and tossed in in the bin. She didn't need too much cleaning up. After three wipes, she was all ready to be diapered.

As Angela snuggly fit her into one of the new BunnyHopps diapers they'd ordered, Fatima had to admit that she felt just as clean with fewer wipes. Angela was happy to hear, as she didn't want to lord over any of her coworkers. She just wanted everyone to understand what she was trying to communicate. With a little patience and luck, this would happen.

When the day was over, Angela was happy but also feeling distracted. Her phone lit up, it was a text from Maria.

"Can you believe Angela? What a bitch."
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