The Job (Patreon)

A flash fiction commission by an anonymous Patron.

In a way, Andrea had to wonder if this was the whole reason she'd gotten this job in the first place. There were plenty of other stores she could have worked in, but this one had definitely called to her, in some way she couldn't completely understand at the time... Surely, she could have found something easier to do than deal with pregnant women, especially those that already had kids, and were dragging them along.

And yet, she'd felt genuinely nervous at her interview, after being led through the store to the back office, and just as excited when she got the call that they were offering her the position. Partially, it was because she was shocked they wanted her, when she knew next to nothing about baby supplies, being the youngest child in her family, and never babysitting, but mostly for another reason she couldn't quite place.

She wasn't really a big fan of babies, honestly, but spending her training looking at pictures of babies, learning how things worked, how to strap them into the various pieces of equipment she now sold... It woke something in her. Going out onto the sales floor, seeing them in real life, watching their mothers and fathers take care of them, while they just sat in their strollers, or toddled around, without a care in the world, not even minding when they got their diaper checked, right there in the middle of everything.

She caught herself staring more than once, and had to apologize, telling the parents their child was just too cute to look away from, but that wasn't the case at all. It was noticing their diapers, peeking out from under their skirts, or above their pants, how big and bulky and adorable they looked... She didn't understand it, yet she found herself thinking about them way more often than she ever had before.

While she was at the grocery store now, she'd often find an excuse to stop by the diaper aisle, blushing softly as she stared at all the packages... She thought that maybe this was the baby fever she always heard about, that her hormones were going to kick in and make her want a kid of her own, not that she even had a boyfriend... Then, in the pharmacy section, picking up some aspirin, she stumbled across the adult incontinence section.

Afterwards, she would drop by there, instead of the baby diapers, wondering what those were like, until, after a few weeks, she convinced herself to grab a pack, hurrying to the self-checkout with them as quickly as she could, burying them in a bag under the rest of her purchases. Once she got home, she discovered they were every bit as big and soft and puffy as she'd imagined... And, to her embarrassment, she loved it. It was good, she supposed, since she had bought them, but she was a grown woman, in her twenties... What was she doing wearing diapers?!

If anything, it made her love her job more, though, and she was eager to help parents find just the right furniture, imagining herself being put into all of it instead of some kid. She was a pretty petite woman, and suspected she could fit into some of it herself, although she'd never dared try, and fantasized about parents revealing, once they'd made their purchase, that they weren't really pregnant at all, and kidnap her, or asking her to come over and demonstrate how to use it all first hand.

It wasn't a huge surprise when she got the promotion, considering how eager she was to work, and help customers out. That first day, however, letting herself into the store, being in there, all alone, was surreal. She had some time there before anyone else was scheduled, and had shown up even earlier than that, giving her time to walk through the store, by herself... In her diaper.

It had taken some coercing to manage it, since she'd never worn them to work before, and her first time opening might not have been the best time to start, but she'd finally given in to her desires. The dress she'd chosen to wear was flowy enough she doubted anyone would notice, and she'd packed some real underwear, too, if she got nervous once other people were around. For now, however, she was alone, surrounded by baby furniture...

She'd been told, a while ago, that the security cameras were for show, and, after becoming a manager, she'd confirmed there was, as far as she could tell, no way to watch them in the office, so, even though it still made her shiver a bit, nervously, it wasn't too hard to convince herself to grab her skirt, bunching it up, tucking it slightly into the waistband of her diaper, letting it show; babies, after all, didn't care if their diapers were showing. And that's what she was now...

She imagined herself, being sent out into the store by her new parents with a pat on the diaper, told, "Go pick out what you want for your new room!" She played along a little in the moment, pouting, crossing her arms, stomping her foot, hearing her diaper crinkle at the movement, easily audible with the store's speakers not yet turned on for the day, before she turned to look at all the displays, trying to decide which one she wanted to try out first to see if she would fit. The store was her own personal playground, at least until she had to get to work so she could open it to customers on time...

Little did she know, she hadn't actually understood what her co-worker had told her about the cameras; it was true nobody at the store had access to them, but they were still recording, still being watched by someone far away, at corporate, someone who had access to the store records to find her name, and her phone number, and send her text with a video clip of herself, frolicking around the store in her diaper.

"What a naughty little girl," it read. "Especially taking your diaper off... Clearly, you belong in them. You will wear them from now on, and stay in them the whole day. If you don't show them to me every day, or if I catch you going to the bathroom before asking for, and getting, permission from me, I'll send this video to the store owner. Don't forget, Mommy is always watching."

Andrea gulped, staring up at the cameras; she'd wanted a Mommy... Now, apparently, she had one. She'd been sure things would change, now that she was a manager, but she'd had no idea how much. She'd chickened out and taken her diaper off before anyone else had come into the store... Now, she was going to be expected to work in them, after discovering how hard it was to do that with just the memory of wriggling into the cribs and carseats she was trying to sell... Things were about to get very, very interesting for her.