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These kinds of days were always tough, but they had to be done. Marcia sighed, staring out of her car window at the rain pouring down outside. It was a gloomy start for what was sure to be a gloomy day, at least for some people... 

Not for her, however. It was tough, because she had a lot of work to do, had needed to wake up not so bright, yet definitely early. The daycare she ran opened at the crack of dawn, practically, and she had things she had to get done before that if she wanted everything to go smoothly. She always hoped she'd have time to sneak to her office and take a nap... Normally, though, she knew she could expect her employees to be knocking at her door with questions and complaints, so that was very unlikely.

Before she could even get to that point, she had to get inside. For far from the first time, she wished she would have put her employee parking lot closer to the entrance. She'd wanted to leave plenty of space right outside the daycare for parents dropping off their children instead, so it was a bit of a walk. There was a sidewalk, and plenty of lighting... But that wasn't going to help protect her from the rain.

Why hadn't she brought an umbrella?! She'd seen the forecast last night, thought about setting one by the door... Then went to bed early so she could wake up and be here now, forgetting all about it until she was pulling out of her garage into a downpour. It didn't help that she was wearing her big heels today, trying to make herself look as tall as possible - which was pretty difficult - so she wasn't going to be able to run without risking a fall. She could take them off, yes... But then her pantyhose would be soaked through, and she'd have to lose them, or squelch around in them all day.

It was all a big mess, just like these days always somehow turned out to be. She pushed open her car door, shuffling along as quickly as she dared, knowing well before she reached the door that it wasn't just her pantyhose she was going to have to worry about being drenched. She looked like a drowned rat by the time she fumbled her keys into the lock and scrambled inside, hardly the imposing figure she wanted to look like today.

Luckily, she had started out early, even more than she needed. She had a washer and dryer, since, as a daycare, there were always things needed to be washed up, so she was able to toss her clothes into that, but it felt wrong to walk around the place naked, waiting for them to be ready. She was the owner, sure, and she was alone... It just wasn't right, however.

They had spare clothes, too, for the children, in case they had enough accidents to go through the spares their parents sent along for them. Marcia had never thought she might have to use them, didn't think, even as short as she was, that she'd be able to, but with no other options, she headed to the closet, drying herself off with a towel, to sort through them.

Most of them were clearly too small, and weren't worth trying on, while others, like some of the dresses, were too frilly, too childish, for her to contemplate wearing as an adult. She did find one thing in the back that wasn't too bad, though, that she could see some people her age choosing to wear, possibly. It was a pair of shortalls, and, thankfully, they fit. She knew they'd been used before, that they were meant for kids - as if the snaps in the crotch hadn't already made that obvious -  which upped the embarrassment to contemplate her employees seeing her in them, realizing how tiny she truly was, but her own clothes out to be dry long before they showed up.

She had some other, very important, business to take care of first. She'd hoped that the dryer would ding before she heard the doorbell, had been squirming at her desk, waiting, and was about to go check on the progress when it happened.

She was here already. Apparently, she was one of those people who thought showing up super early was impressive, rather than annoying. Marcia cursed, wondering if she had time to run to the laundry nook and get changed, the doorbell ringing again to tell her she didn't. Already blushing, she padded her way to the front door, readying her explanation for her absurd appearance...

"Well, look at you!" the woman outside smirked, lowering her umbrella and shaking it off. "Aren't you cute?"

Cute... That was the word that had plagued her for years. She knew it wasn't fair to take it out on this woman, that she didn't know, but she hated being called that, especially here, in the business she owned. Momentarily forgetting about spouting off her story for why she had on a pair of snap-crotch shortalls, she glared at the woman silently.

"Hello, there," the woman smiled, kneeling down to get closer to Marcia's level. She was so tall, so beautiful... Marcia would have felt inadequate next to her even in the clothes she'd picked out for today, much less what she was stuck in for the moment. "This place is nice," she nodded, taking the initiative to look around, brushing past Marcia.

Marcia ran through what she knew about the woman from the e-mails they'd exchanged. Her name was Willa, and she had plenty of experience, which was the only reason Marcia hadn't scheduled other interviews for today. She always wanted to make sure she had someone new for these days, and she was confident Willa would be it this time around.

"They have everything here," Willa commented, Marcia ready to point out that 'they' was actually her. "Hmm... But do they have diapers?"

"Of course," Marcia rolled her eyes. There were shelves of them, fresh packages waiting beside... How could she not see them.

"I don't know," Willa paused, peering into the nursery. "Where?"

"They're right here," Marcia walked in, wondering if she was wrong, if she needed to find someone else to take the soon to be open spot on her staff as she made her way to the shelf, picking up one of the diapers. "See?"

"Thank you," Willa smiled, Marcia jumping as she turned around, diaper in hand, to find the woman right there behind her. "You're such a good little helper! Now, I think we'd better get you into that, don't you?"

"Wh-What?!" Marcia squealed, her eyes widening as she stared up at the much larger woman, the diaper in her hand suddenly feeling far different. She'd seen plenty of them, held a lot, put her charges into likely hundreds, if not thousands, of them by this point... But never had she imagined being put into one herself. Before today, she wouldn't have thought she could fit, until she'd discovered that the shortalls did.

"Of course, sweetie," Willa scooped her up, Marcia squeaking as she felt the woman's strong arms around her, picking her up easily, carrying her over to one of the changing tables. "I'm not sure where the other workers are, or why they let you run around and open the door, but that's dangerous! Almost as dangerous as letting you run around without a diaper!"

"Wh-What?!" Marcia exclaimed again, shaking her head. "N-No!" There were so many problems with what Willa had said, she didn't know where to start, though the most pressing issue seemed to be the big, bulky, plastic one, set down on the changing table right before she was laid out next to it. "I-I don't need diapers!"

"I'm sure you don't," Willa told her condescendingly. Marcia glared at her angrily, but she couldn't exactly blame her... How many times had she heard that from a stubborn toddler, not wanting to admit they'd failed their potty training, that their parents and the daycare had agreed they ought to have a break and wait until they were ready? "I bet these snaps are just for show!"

"Hey!" Marcia reached down, recognizing too late what was about to happen, as Willa ripped open the crotch of her shortalls. She'd gotten so wet on her way in that even her underwear had been wet, had needed to have a spin in the dryer... She blushed, wishing she didn't keep herself so groomed, that she wasn't shaved smooth down there, which was certain to only add to the misunderstanding.

"Uh-oh!" Willa clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Did you take off your diaper, young lady?"

"N-No," Marcia shook her head. It was the truth, but the implication was so mortifying, she couldn't help stammering, making it sound like a lie, anyway.

"You should know better than that!" Willa scolded her, sliding the diaper under Marcia's bottom, the little daycare owner gasping as her backside sank into the soft padding, as she heard that familiar crinkling sound... Now coming from her own rear. "That's how naughty little girls lose the privilege to keep their diapers covered."

"N-No, I don't need diapers!" Marcia howled, hating how easily Willa pinned her to the table as she tried to roll off, to escape. "Let me go!"

Willa was, indeed, clearly very experienced, expertly powdering and lotioning her, despite her squirming, tugging the diaper up between her legs and taping it snugly into place. Marcia was stunned, staring down at herself, her head spinning a little to see something she'd seen so many times, on the children she and her workers took care of, from a whole different perspective.

"That's better," Willa declared, picking her up, carrying her over to one of the cribs and setting her inside. "Now, I have an interview to get to... I'll look for whoever is supposed to be in charge of you on my way there."

"No!" Marcia gulped, wiggling in place, feeling the poof of the padding following her every move, rustling away, impossible to escape from. "Y-You don't understand!"

But Willa ignored her, pulling the side of the crib up, locking it into place before walking out of the nursery, leaving Marcia all alone. "I'm the one in charge!" Marcia shouted after her, furious. "Let me out of here!"

At first, Marcia was positive there was no way that could have gone worse... The longer she sat there, in the crib, wearing a diaper and shirt, the more scenarios she could think up that were, in fact, more humiliating. She was incredibly grateful she'd scheduled the interview as early as it was, before any of her employees were here, or any clients... Any of them seeing her this way would definitely have been harder to get over as opposed to someone she didn't even have to hire, wouldn't have to see again after today if she didn't want to.

Of course, Willa had proven that she knew what she was doing, which was a plus. Any other time, Marcia would have been happy to hire her... Considering that it had been her who had been diapered, however, and not one of the children, she didn't think she could do that, that she could face Willa again, once the woman inevitably discovered the truth.

And that was bound to be coming... If she thought Marcia was one of the kids, that there were other workers there that were meant to be keeping an eye on her, it wouldn't take her that long to see there was nobody else in the building. And, when she found that not even the owner was there, surely she'd put two and two together... Especially after the dryer buzzed. All she'd have to do was go investigate that, see Marcia's clothes, realize they were the same size as the shortalls she'd taken off the 'little girl'...

But it didn't happen. Marcia didn't have any clocks in the nursery, so she had no way of telling what time it was, how long she'd been waiting, how long it would be until her employees started to arrive and found her here... The bars of the crib were too high for her to climb, meaning she was trapped here... And that meant she was too scared to risk ripping off her diaper, in case it took too long for Willa to piece everything together. 

She didn't want to use the diaper, obviously - that was the last thing she wanted, in fact - but she wasn't getting out of this thing to get to the bathroom by herself. "Willa!" she yelled, after what felt like a few minutes, though she didn't really know. "Willa, can we talk?"

There was no answer. She toddled around the crib, face red as she stared up at the bars, wondering if she should try again, despite how disastrously her first couple attempts had gone, ending with her falling back onto her diapered bottom uselessly, getting nowhere close to the railing in the process. All she'd accomplished was tiring herself out, and she was already sleepy enough from waking up so early.

Finally, she sat back down, looking around the crib. Willa would be back soon... She had to be. Until then, she needed to stay awake so she could explain it all to her, convince her to get her out of the crib, out of the diaper, back into her real clothes... The only things there to entertain herself with, however, were stuffed animals. She felt ridiculous, but, after a while, she picked one up, started to play with it...

In no time, she'd set up a whole scene, losing herself in it far quicker than she would have expected, naming the toys after her employees, and herself, playing out how the rest of the day was going to go, after she took care of this hiccup. It was going to be so much more satisfying, doing it now, showing off her power when she'd spent so long without any...

She was so engrossed, in fact, that she didn't hear the door open, or see Willa step back inside. "That's much better," the woman spoke up at last, making Marcia jump, then blush, letting go of the stuffed animals, trying to pretend she hadn't been doing anything. "That's what a little girl like you should be doing, not running around unsupervised.

"No!" Marcia shook her head, flustered. "Listen, you have to... Mmph!"

She'd hoped she wouldn't have to explain anything, that Willa would have, by now, figured it out for herself, but she was ready, determined to get out of this mess... And then Willa shoved a bottle of warm milk into her mouth.

That was the last thing she wanted to taste... Not only had she not been to the bathroom since making it into the daycare, she was lactose intolerant. Any time she tried to pull away from the bottle's nipple, to tell Willa that, however, the woman was too fast for her, pushing the bottle back into her mouth.

"I still don't know where the people in charge of you are," Willa said, "but I figured you must be ready for a snack."

Marcia whimpered, shaking her head, Willa taking that as more fussiness. She lowered the bars of the crib, picking the woman up, resting her on her hip, carrying her around, bouncing her, as she continued to bottle feed her, making it even harder to avoid the liquid pouring into her tummy. Her stomach wasn't feeling upset from it now, but her bladder was getting awfully full, and the warmth of it was making her eyelids droop. She had to stay awake, to be able to tell Willa who she was when this was over, before it was too late...

She'd seen plenty of fussy babies defeated this way, the combination of movement and milk soothing them, putting them to sleep... She wasn't a baby, though! She was a fully grown adult, no matter how small she was! She owned this place! Surely, she could do better than them... It was almost hypnotic, the bouncing, the pats on her diaper, the sucking on the bottle... She didn't dare fall asleep, couldn't guarantee when she'd wake up if she did... But, no matter how urgent her need, how frantic she was to prove, if only to herself, that she wasn't a baby, she still felt her eyes drifting closed...

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

Marcia groaned, stretched, giving a little yawn as she blinked her eyes, looking out... And seeing bars. And, beyond them, her employees, standing there, staring at her.

"Oh, no," she gasped, taking inventory of her situation, realizing she was splayed out on the giant teddy bear in the crib, wearing just a shirt and a diaper.

"'Oh, no,'" Carlie mocked, stepping forward. "What's wrong, Marcia? Did something happen we should know about?" Before Marcia could respond, the woman had reached forward, through the bars, pressing her fingers to the crotch of her diaper. Marcia had felt the cool clamminess there, but it wasn't truly until she was checked, that it was pushed against her skin, that it hit her what had happened.

"Y-You don't understand!" she stammered, trying to pull her shirt down, to hide her wet diaper. "I-It's not what it looks like!"

"I've been working here long enough to know that it's exactly what it looks like," Carlie said, lowering the side of the crib, plucking her boss out of it. "Let's get this taken care of... You had something important you wanted to tell us, didn't you? We don't want you getting a rash while you do that."

"Carlie, no!" Marcia kicked her feet, trying to escape, while other workers rushed to pick out a diaper for her, getting things ready. She'd known her employees were bigger than her, if not as large as Willa, but none of them had ever dared manhandle her this way before! "Let me go right now!"

"I don't think so," Carlie smirked. "I know it was me... I know Scottie's parents complained to you that he was getting a diaper rash, and blamed it on me, but it wasn't my fault. If you'd have let me explain, I would have told you that... I guess I'll have to show you that I know how to change a diaper after all instead."

"Carlie, don't you dare!" There wasn't a hint of the usual authority in Marcia's voice, only helpless desperation as she was laid out onto the changing table, her soaked diaper ripped open in front of all her workers, as Carlie cleaned her up, wiping her, powdering her, taping her into a fresh diaper, like any other baby.

"And look," Holly giggled. "I think this shirt fits her so much better." The others agreed, and Carlie was stripped down, put into a shirt with the Pampers logo before being returned to the crib. "Okay, Pamper girl," she teased. "What's this meeting about?"

Marcia stared out at them, legs dangling between the bars, her diaper on full display. This was what she'd been re-enacting with the stuffed animals... But she'd never imagined it would end up like this. They all knew what was supposed to happen here, most of them having seen it before... Even Carlie, who was, indeed, the one she was going to discipline, had figured that out.

It was supposed to be so simple... On these days, she hired a new worker, and they were there when the others arrived. Sometimes, she'd let it go until the end of the day, to make them all wonder which of them it would be, and others, she'd take care of it right away, before any of their clients showed up. Whenever it happened, though, they all knew that it meant one of them was getting fired... And that meant they were being taken away to the Dollhouse.

She paid them well, and, of course, nobody ever thought it would be them, which she assumed was why they'd stayed with her so long. Part of the reason she was able to give them so much money, and run the business in the first place, was how much money she'd get, letting the Dollhouse turn them into sweet, mindless big babies, and sell them off to the highest bidder... So, she had to admit, she had been getting a little liberal with using it as a punishment, requiring fewer and fewer complaints before she made the call to have one of them picked up...

"I-I just wanted to tell you all what a great job you were doing," she gulped, kicking her legs. They hadn't raised the bars all the way... She could get out if she wanted... It would be hard to get past them all and to the dryer to get her clothes, but it was possible now. "A-And tell you I'm giving you all raises... Th-That's it!"

Unfortunately, it was then that her stomach twisted, unhappy about all the milk she'd been fed. "No!" she squeaked, hand shooting to the crotch of her diaper, trying to stop it, just to feel the padding bulge out, the smell hitting her, confirming what she'd done... And probably would be for a while now, considering how much she'd drank.

She was still squirming in place, feeling her stomach pumping warm mush into the seat of her diaper, when Willa walked in. "I'd say that's enough," she declared. "I'll handle this from here."

Marcia frowned, confused, as she watched the woman march past the workers, bending over, picking her up out of the crib. Her nose wrinkled as the large woman's hand rested on the seat of her diaper, feeling it squelch. "Wh-What are you doing?" she asked meekly.

"I was told I needed to pick a new student up," she said. "Clearly, that's you."

"W-Wait," Marcia shook her head. "Y-You're not... Willa?"

She'd never introduced herself... Marcia had assumed it was the woman she was supposed to be interviewing, but she'd never said it. "No," she chuckled. "Babies like you don't need to know grown-ups' names... By the time we're done with you, you won't be doing any more than babbling anyway."

"N-No!" Marcia gasped. This woman was from the Dollhouse... She'd seen videos of the women she'd sent away, crawling around, playing with baby toys, using their diapers helplessly... It was rare for the school to take its students down that far, to strip away so much of their maturity, but that was why they paid her so well to give them subjects that they could do that with.

And now... That was about to be her. "N-No!" she whimpered again. "I-It's not me! I-I know how it looks, but it isn't!"

"Oh, I'd say it is," the woman said, giving Marcia's stinky diaper another pat. "Don't worry... From what I've seen from you so far, you're going to fit right in, little lady. I don't know where the owner of this place is, but I don't even need to talk to her, I could tell right away it was you. That's why she had you come in so early... So I could get you ready..."

"No!" Marcia kicked her feet, mess squishing as she struggled uselessly. "I'm the owner! You hafta listen! Come on, tell her, girls! Please!"

But the workers just watched her get carried away to her crinkly fate, waving happily to her as she burst into tears, getting a pacifier pushed into her mouth to silence her before she was buckled into a car seat in her dirty diaper and driven away.