Daily Free-Write January 23, 2021

I’d been driving for several hours when I reached the town. This was a factory town. Not many of these around, but at least it wouldn’t be hard to find where I was going.

“You can’t miss it,” said the man at the gas station. He wore a red trucker cap and was half-shaven. “It’s the only job in town.”

Sure enough, I noticed that there wasn’t much to the place but the factory, a couple eateries and a convenience store nearby. I didn’t even see any housing.

“Maybe they commute,” I told myself. After gassing up my beat-up car, I had just five dollars in my pocket. I took a long drag off my cigarette and blew it out the window as I drove on. Last one til I get paid again, and that hadn’t been for some time. And believe me, I had looked. Why else would I be all the way out here?

I flicked the butt into the dusty gutter as I approached the gargantuan factory complex. It was surrounded by tall cyclone fencing and there was a guard gate at the front. A lot of security for a diaper factory.

I pulled to a stop and a man in a baby blue uniform and a cap greeted me. ‘Happy Nappies Diaper Co.’ was embroidered on his left breast with a stork carrying a baby underneath.

“Hey there,” he said with a smile. “You here for the job?” He didn’t even need to specify what job.

“Sure am,” I said, looking his uniform up and down. It was cute, but I raised my eyebrow when I noticed some puffiness around the waist.

“Well,” he said, oblivious of my observation. “always happy to have another hand on the line.”

He waved me through and directed me to the main office where I would talk to the hiring manager.

“Hey, uh, I noticed there wasn’t any housing around here. Do the workers all commute or…”

“Oh, no,” he said. “We all live on the factory grounds.”

“You do?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t see so much as a trailer, but maybe they were around back.

“Oh yeah, all housing is paid for, I’m sure you saw that in the job ad. Yes, all you have to do is show up. The rest is taken care of.”

“Alright, well thanks,” I said hurrying up my departure, as I noticed his tommy the freight engine lunchbox and the cartoons he was watching on the little monitor. Weird Guy, I thought, hitting the gas and driving away. I saw him putting on his headphones in my rearview and I could swear I saw him turn and look my way before putting something in his mouth, though I only got a glance before I had to turn my attention to what was in front of me.

The parking lot was mostly empty – surprising considering how bit the factory was. I got a nice spot near the main entrance, parked, and walked in. The entry was fairly boring. Tiled floor, some work-related posters about safety and proper diaper use up on the walls, and a front desk. Some calming droning noise in the background. No frills. The lady behind the desk smiled as I approached.

“Hi there, new hire?”

“I hope so,” I said. “I’m supposed to see the hiring manager.” I shifted from foot to foot. This was unfamiliar to me. I didn’t expect there to be a front desk.

“Well, there’s a lot happening on the factory floor. We are the biggest diaper factory in the region, so we like to run a tight ship. But don’t let that bother you none. If you’re ready to do a good day’s work, you’ll do just fine.”

“Oh, gosh, well thanks…” I said, feeling a little more at ease. I looked at her tag for her name and saw it right there: Linda, hiring manager. “Linda. Oh, I feel like a fool. Here I am asking about the hiring manager and I’m talkin’ to her!”

She laughed a light musical laugh. “Oh, not to worry, hon, I get that all the time. It’s cute to see how people react when they realize. And it tells me something about how they treat people when they think no one’s looking.” She gave me a little wink and I had to laugh.

“I’ll bet you find out real quick who the assholes are,” I said.

“Oh you bet,” she replied. “Of course we still hire them, but I let the trainers know they may need a few spankings before they straightened out.”

I thought that was hilarious. She had a good sense of humor, and I liked that.

“Well, if you’re any indication of the culture here, I’ll count myself very lucky. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name’s Dale.”

“Trust me, you have no idea,” she said with a smile as she set the ‘gone for 10 minutes’ sign down. I really didn’t, or I might never have followed her when she waved me back to her office. I’ll admit that my eyes fell to her ass as she led me back. I’m queer as a three-dollar bill, but it just stuck out so prominently. Kinda like the guy at the security kiosk out front. I didn’t dare stare too long, and by the time we entered the office, my eyes were right back where they should be. It was none of my business anyway.

“Have a seat,” She said, sitting down. “So let’s ask a few questions first and see if you’re happy nappy material. Then we’ll have you sign a few forms and we’ll get you set up with your trainer!”

“Sounds good to me. Say… what’s that humming I hear?” I asked looking around for the source of that omnipresent droning noise. “Is that the machinery?”

“No,” she said, smiling again. “That’s just background noise. Binaurals. White noise. We play stuff like that because it helps everyone focus better.”

“Ah. Ha.” I said. Sounded like some new age mumbo jumbo to me, but I wasn’t going to say it.

“I can tell you’re skeptical. But you’ll see when you start working here. The results speak for themselves.”

I took it as a good sign she was speaking as if I was already hired, so I didn’t have my guard up when she started asking some really personal questions.

“Okay, so I see you applied online. That’s great. Computer literacy is a big plus around here – you know plenty of people come as walk-ins and we still have paper applications. Yeah, I know!” she said. “And do you have any medical issues we should be aware of? Any problems that would prevent you from standing on the factory floor without a break? Any incontinence issues?”

“No, none that I can think of,” I said. “But I guess if I did, this would be the place to work!”

“Darn tootin’,” she said, laughing. “We actually do have many employees with just that issue. It’s more common than you might think! And if you should ever need it, it’s just another thing we take care of. We like taking care of our employees here.”

She said it as if it was some sort of inside joke, but I didn’t really think about it at the time because she quickly moved onto a more serious topic.

“And you have two forms of ID? Okay, check. Okay, you answered here you have a criminal record. Our background check showed a felony on there. Can we talk about that?”

“Ah, yeah…” I said. “I, uh. Had a little trouble with the law in the past. Some stupid prank I played when I was younger. I, uh… streaked across the mall and got tackled by the security guards. Stupid, I know, but when you’re that age you take stupid bets.”

“See,” she said, shaking her head. “This is why we make things like our secure-fix diaper covers. Whether they’re three or thirty, boys will be boys. I know my boys were little jaybirds until I got them some. But you won’t be having that problem here, will you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no!” I said, blushing a bit at the implication. “My pants stripping days are behind me. ’Sides, knowing my luck I’d probably get my weewee stuck in a conveyor belt or something.”

“Alright,” she said laughing. “Don’t think we’re not prepared if you try it. I’ll put you in one myself!”

I instantly got hard at the thought of her dressing me but laughed it off. She seemed to be having a good time, and the better my rapport with her, the better my time would be working here, I figured.

“Okay, well, let’s test your hearing. Would you do me a favor and put these noise-cancelling headphones on?”

“Hearing? Well, alright,” I shrugged. The headphones went on. I heard voices. She put on a headset and switched it on and I could hear her voice.

“These headphones are worn by all employees on the factory floor. They cancel out the noise of the machines and also make it easy for the floor manager to communicate with them. I’d like you to listen for the voice and raise your hand when you hear it in your left ear, your right ear, or both. Can you do that?”

I nodded and flashed a thumbs up.

“Okay, let’s begin.”

The droning background noise had me feeling a little out of it, but I shook it off and listened intently.

“Relax….” said a voice in my left ear. I raised my left hand.

“Relax….” said a voice in my right ear. I raised my right hand.

“Relax all the muscles in your body…”

As I listened, I raised my hands. Left then right. Right then left. Both. After a while I sort of lost track. Had a hard time remembering which one was which. And as I grew more and more relaxed listening to the soothing voice and the droning background noise, I felt my hands grow heavier and heavier. Too heavy to even lift. And then… at a certain point, I felt Linda removing the headphones from my head.

“Oh my god, Dale. You’ve… I think you’ve had an accident!”

“Huh? Whuh? What do you mean accide-” I looked down and to my horror I saw that my pants were absolutely soaked. How had that happened?”

“Oh my gosh,” she said. “What a mess! I’m gonna have to call someone in to clean this up.”

“NO!” I said, startling her. “Uh, sorry! I mean… no… please don’t tell anyone. I… listen this has never happened to me before, I swear. Let me clean it up, and then I’ll be on my way. I’m embarrassed enough as it is already.”

It didn’t matter that I had $5 to my name and the gas I had in my car wouldn’t get me even halfway to the next town. All I wanted to do was be as far away from this embarrassing situation as possible.

“Oh, no, sweetie. Honey. Calm down,” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eye. I instantly began to feel calmer, as strange as that sounds. “This happens all the time. This is normal. Sometimes…. You just wet your pants, don’t you?”

I found myself nodding, despite never having done it in my life.

“You told a little fib back there, didn’t you? It’s okay. Like I said, plenty of employees have accidents and need to use our products. I’m a little miffed that you tried to hide it from us by coming in here without any protection on, but I know you’re just trying to make the best impression.”

I just nodded. What she was saying felt true. And besides, it was easier to explain than just saying it had somehow happened because I wasn’t concentrating. I was still very embarrassed, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, this could turn to my advantage.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll call someone to clean up the, er, interview chair. It’s a good thing all our furniture is waterproof!”

I stepped gingerly as she walked me down the hall to the nearest changing room.

“This is where employees get changed for work. And as you can see, we have a couple changing tables here as well, for those that need it. Let’s get those pants off you,” she said, reaching for my belt.

“Hey!” I said, jumping back. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you get cleaned,” she said, looking at me with an astonished smile. “Do you want to stay in those wet pants all day, hon?”

It was my turn to look astonished. “Well, no but…”

“Well then, let’s get them off. No time to be shy, you’re making puddles on our floor. So pants down, mister!”

Somehow her tone caused me to unbuckle my pants and let them drop to the ground.

“I can do it myself, see?” I said.

“Yes, I see. Good job. Now up on the table with you.”

I blushed a bit harder. It felt good to hear that I had done a good job, but for what? For taking off my own pants? How patronizing could she be?”

I hopped on the table and laid back.

“Here you go, just put these headphones on, if you’re feeling embarrassed. I promise you it won’t be a problem if you have another accident because we’re gonna make sure you stay protected for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t need them,” I said, as I took the headphones, and held them up at my chest.

“Well, if you don’t need them then prove it by staying dry the rest of the day. After what happened in the office, I have to see it to believe it.”

I blushed and quickly put the headphones on my head, feeling more embarrassed than I could admit. It wasn’t helping that this scenario was making me get a stiffie. If she had been a hunky man, it would’ have been this close to busting. I thanked the stars it wasn’t. I closed my eyes and listened to the noise and the voices. I would pretend I was somewhere else. This was normal. This was fine. It would be so easy to prove that I didn’t need diapers. So easy to just relax and let go. I would have no problem staying dry the rest of the day. It was so easy to just wear my diapers and forget about going at all. To forget I ever needed to go in the first place.

I felt her pulling my arms, bringing me to a sitting position. I opened my eyes. I took off my headphones.

“Is it over?” I asked, afraid to look.

“Yes, it’s done,” she said. You’re all good now. And lucky you, you get to test out one of our newest products.

I looked down to see what looked like black knee length neoprene shorts. They looked suspiciously poofy, and moving around confirmed that there was something very thick around my waist. I gulped. This was beyond strange. They thought I was really incontinent! But then I thought it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if they thought I was. It was actually pretty comfortable.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “We can get your pants cleaned for you and get you in a uniform to cover up these shorts. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable that way, although no one will even know what they are if they see them.

“What… what are these?”

“They’re the newest in discreet protection. They cover your diapers so even if you have a leak, it won’t end up on your pants, like before.”

I blushed again, as she drove the point home that I had had an accident in her office not 10 minutes before.

“Thanks… I guess…” I said, feeling pretty low for needing these in the first place.

“Hey,” she said. “Don’t worry about it. We’re a diaper company for christ sakes! We of all people should understand that these things happen sometimes. Now let’s get your paperwork finished so you can get that uniform.”

“But I don’t have any pants…” I said, reluctant to leave the room in these diaper-shorts.

“Don’t worry, nobody here will care. And like I said, you can’t even tell you’re in a diaper. Come on! Unless you want to spend the rest of the day in just those?”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I was out of there like a rabbit in a dog race. When we got back to the office, I didn’t even glance at all the paperwork. I just signed everything she placed in front of me because I couldn’t get that uniform on fast enough.

“Wow, look at you go, Thunder McPrince!” she said, referencing the race car protagonist of a certain animated film. “You beat the delivery guys, and that’s saying something!”

“Delivery guys?” I asked.

Before she could answer, three big men came in carrying my uniform. Powder blue shortalls with the company logo on them, a matching cap, and a pair of knee-high socks and factory booties. I could see they really did like to keep things clean.

“Uh, Th-thanks, guy- hey. What are you doing?” The three men stripped me of what remained of my clothes leaving me in just the diaper-shorts, then they dressed me up in the uniform. The shortalls came to my knees, and so did the socks, making me look like some pre-schooler. I heard a click as they secured them in place. The uniform showed of my very obvious diaper-bulge and when I tried to fiddle with the snaps at the crotch, I realized they were stuck tight and there were no zippers or buttons that would get the shortalls off. Even the booties wouldn’t budge. I was locked in.

“Heyy! Why can’t I get these off?”

“Don’t worry,” said Linda. “You’ll get used to it. It’s just a safety precaution for all factory worker uniforms. You’ll be on the floor for long hours, so we can’t have workers running off and causing a mess like you did. We can’t discriminate between workers who have medical issues and those who don’t, so everyone must get permission help from a checker to use the restroom.”

“Checker?” I asked, more confused than ever.

“You’ll learn all about it in the orientation,” she said, with a a smile. “These nice men are going to take you there. Bye-bye now!”

It looked like I was going to training dressed this way whether I liked it or not, so I went with them, feeling the thick padding rub against my crotch and ass with each step. At least the diaper-pants muffled the crinkle.