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“Now let’s not wet our pants or anything in front of this place, Cindy. Come on, you got this.” Cindy murmured to herself in her 2001 Honda Civic. She was parked outside of the new daycare center that had just opened in her neighborhood. ‘Sweet Miracles Daycare’ read blue blocky lettering across the front entrance. She’d been dying to get a job anywhere, so the fact this place had just opened up, and were hiring, it was a perfect fit.

The one problem though? Cindy had developed somewhat of a wetting problem the past few days. It wasn’t even anything that serious, just two random occurrences of her not being able to make it on time in a public place with no restrooms. Cindy was NOT going to risk soaking her pants in front of her potential new employer. The fact it was a daycare too; she thought it was just better to take the proper precautions. 

*Beep Beep* Her car rang out as she lifted herself out of the car. She felt the bulk of her pull-up with each movement of her legs. She’d only started wearing them today, so no part of her was used to wearing puffier underwear meant to hold accidents. She caught herself in the reflection of the glass doors of the building while walking up to entrance. Cindy was quite short for age 19. At 4’11 she honestly could have been mistaken for someone at least 10 years younger than herself. She did have a nice pair of boobs though, and beautiful long flowing hair, so she had at least that going for her. Cindy’s right hand nervously gripped the cold metal handle of the door, then swung it open. Warm sweet air rushed out, blowing Cindy’s hair behind her back. Her eyes scanned the reception room with each step toward the front desk. The walls were a creamy white, with paintings of various children’s toys hung up around the room. Cindy nervously approached the receptionist, her one-page resume clutched tightly in her hands. 

“Hi there, how can I help you?” The receptionist said to Cindy. She had to slightly crain her neck to look down at the small girl. Cindy held a weak smile as she lightly dropped her resume onto the desk.

“Hi I’m… Um.. here to-“ The receptionist cut her off in mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry, but where is your parent, little one?” The receptionist gave with a worrying smile. Cindy recoiled at the sudden response. She furrowed her brow at the women.

“What? No I’m.. I’m 19 ma’am. I’m looking to apply to work here.” Cindy said, feeling much more nervous about this entire situation. This was not the right foot she wanted to start off on. 

“Oh- I’m sorry, ma’am it’s just.. Are you sure you’re actually 19?” The receptionist said quizzically. Cindy opened her mouth to defend herself, but suddenly someone from behind her spoke up.

“Hey Jan, I just laid the last of the toddlers to bed! You need me to do anything else?” Clara, one of the daycare attendants, said behind Cindy. The sudden voice made Cindy jump slightly, and caused a spurt of pee to jet into her pull-ups.

“Fuck… thank god for these..” Cindy thought to herself. Little did she know though, part of her pull-up was actually riding up over her shorts. A thin pink waistband was clearly visible to Clara, which instantly sent her into action mode. 

“Oh, did I forget a little one over here?” Clara said, quickly walking in front of Cindy. 

“What?! NO! For the last time I’m not some little kid! What is wrong with you guys?!?” Cindy said, stomping her left foot on the ground. Clara just grew a small smirk on her face. She suddenly dug one of her fingers into Cindy’s shorts, pulling the waist band to the side to examine her underwear.

“Mmhm, just like I thought. You’re wearing pull-ups little one. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s not ‘some little kid’. Do big kids need to wear training panties? Hm? Especially during the day?” Clara said sternly, and even putting her hands on her hips for added affect. Cindy stammered in her response.

“Well no.. but.. I mean… wait no I’m-“ She was cut off yet again.

“Answer me, do big kids need to wear pull-ups?” Clara said again, this time looking Cindy right in the eyes. Cindy’s face grew a bright crimson red from the whole situation. She’d only felt this embarrassed a few times in her life. 

“….no…” Cindy said, looking down at her feet. She hated to admit it, but no part of her felt in charge of this situation. She’d tried to wrestle it back, “I’m only wearing them because I’ve had some… wetting… problems….” She trailed off, “God why the fuck did I think that was the right thing to say…” She thought to herself. Clara’s look quickly changed to worry, she dug her finger into Cindy’s pants again. This time she went even further, feeling around the crotch of her pull-up.

“Wet. That’s it, I’m tired of your fibs, little one. Come with me.” Clara said, grabbing Cindy’s hand. She yanked her toward her side, and quickly brought her out of the room, and into a large play area. The room was a light blue pastel, with baby toys spilled onto of a white shaggy rug. Cindy could feel the tickling of the rug under her feet, but that sensation didn’t last for long. She was led toward a changing table, where Clara effortlessly lifted her up, and plopped down onto the lukewarm plastic surface. “Little kids who can’t keep their pants dry go straight into diapers here.” Clara said, reaching under the table. She pulled out a rather large white disposable diaper. “If you’re having wetting problems, and going in your pants like a little baby, then shouldn’t you be in diapers?” Clara said, quickly undoing Cindy’s pants. Cindy was too in shock to fight back Clara’s advances. 

“But, I’m not a baby! I don’t even need diapers!” Cindy said matter-of-factly. Clara just shot her a stern quizzical look. 

“Oh? Then why were your pants wet? Hm? Sounds like someone isn’t quite ready for pull-ups.” Clara said, forcing Cindy to lift her but so she could slide a diaper under butt. “Listen, you can try and tell lies all you want, little girl. But I’m not going to have someone running around MY daycare making pee pee puddles all over the floor. You’re going into diapers until you can prove to us that you REALLY don’t need them.” She said, pulling the front of the diaper up, and quickly taping it into place. Cindy could start to feel hot tears forming in her eyes. 

“No please… Please you have everything wrong! I’m not… I’m not a baby!” She said, but Clara wasn’t listening. She guided her to the floor and stuck a soft stuffed animal into her face. 

“Hush you, I’m not listening to your lies anymore.” Clara said, walking across the room. Cindy’s emotions just started bubbling out of her as the waterworks started.

“I! *Sniff* AM NOT! *Sniffle sniffle* A BABY!” She screamed, punching her hands on the floor. Emotional control was never one of Cindy’s strong suits and being ignored was one way to easily set her off. “Get back here and get me out of this thing!” She screamed from the floor. 

“Cindy?” A voice said from another room. Cindy quickly perked her ears up. 

“No…” She thought to herself, “God no please…” 

“Cindy wha… what the fuck…?” Margret said from the room’s entrance. It was one of Cindy’s better friends from high school. She hadn’t seen her since going off to college a few semesters ago, and this was not the way she wanted to reunite with her. Margret had the exact same uniform on as the rest of the daycare workers.

“Margret  I… I can explain…” Cindy said weakly, slightly shifting her hips around in her diaper. The crinkling can be heard across the entire room.

“Yeah? Please Cindy, explain to me why you’re dressed like a fucking toddler in the middle of a daycare. Are you messed up or something now? Is something wrong with you? Wow, this is not the way I thought my first day here would go.” Margret said, walking up closer to the diaper girl.

“Well I-“ Cindy stopped speaking, her eyes grew wide. “Oh no..” She just muttered to herself, but Margret could also hear it. She furrowed her brow at Cindy.

“Oh no? What?” She said, folding her arms around her chest. Cindy was suddenly hit with the screaming need to poop. She had eaten a loaded burrito from Chipotle about two hours ago, and she was now regretting the double extra cheese she had put on it. Literally it felt like a freight train had hit her bowels. She had only seconds to get to somewhere. 

“No look I, Margret I need to…” But Cindy trailed off, closing her eyes to try and hold her mess in. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Cindy? Is this how you are now? Some kind of baby?” Margret said, looking sternly at Cindy. 

“No I… I…” *Splat* Cindy trailed away as she felt the gates open. A warm thick mess began flowing into her diaper from behind. She just looked up at Margret in tears as she thoroughly messed herself in front of her friend. Margret recognized what was going on almost instantly.

“Oh! God! Cindy! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in disgust. Cindy just felt tears begin to stream down her face.

“Not a baby… not a baby..” Was all she could whisper out, as she sat there in her now messy diaper. She whispered the words over and over again as Margret scolded her for making ‘such a big mess for such an obviously little girl’. The more she chanted “Not a baby” though, the more and more she actually felt like one. Her words started to taper off as she was lifted onto the changing table again. Her mind accepted her fate as an even thicker diaper than before was taped around her waist. Ready to take on all her messes in her new diapered home.

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