Daily Free-Write August 14, 2020

I've decided to try and make an effort to write self-contained shorts for these daily exercises rather than chapters or incomplete stories. I feel I've succeeded with this one, though not in the 30 minutes I originally had set aside. But I like it, so I'm going to revise this and post it as public content soon. Enjoy! 

Today I woke up full of energy. I shucked on my pull-ups, put on a crisp, clean shirt and a pair of slacks. Brushed my teeth and did my hair, and finally, made a big cup of coffee for my drive to work. I was so energetic because one, it was Friday, and two, it was the last day on the potty training chart at work, and I had made it all month without an accident! This was going to be so great, finally getting to wear underwear again. You see, it was company policy for all employees to spend the first month on the potty chart before being granted unconditional bathroom privileges and the right or ability to wear underwear of their choice. Silly, I know, but necessary as some of the employees found themselves unexpectedly regressed during their time at my work. I can't tell you the name of my workplace, of course, for confidentiality reasons, but I'm sure you can guess where it is!

I walked into work - the office - with a skip in my step. Not too much skip, though - wouldn't want to spill my coffee. I waved to Gina, the receptionist, who returned my unusually sunny smile with her trademark brand of enthusiasm. 

"Lookin good today, Mr. Banks!" 

People smiled and nodded as I passed by, and I felt sunny as alaska in June as I looked at the potty chart with my name and all stars up to today. This was going to be it! 

I sat at my desk and looked into my briefcase. A few extra pull-ups were in there - my secret weapon! Just in case I had a little accident, as I still did from time to time. I was too clever for these corporate types to catch me. I laughed softly to myself, when I heard the approach of footsteps on the carpet. I quickly snapped my briefcase shut. 

"Soooo. Almost off the potty chart, huh?" It was Barry my boss, and best bud. He got me this job in the first place, but I still had to respect protocol at work and address him as such.

"Yes, sir!" I said, with a wag, a bit of my nerves still lingered, but I was sure I didn't let it show. 

"Well, keep up the good work, Banks. I mean the office work of course, you know we don't discriminate when it comes to bathroom privileges, though it certainly is still something to be proud of when you finally get the gold card." He gave me a wink and patted me on the back. 

"I'll do my best, sir! You know I've been wanting that last gold star!" 

"I'm sure you will," He said, with a chuckle, "though you might want to cut back on coffee. Just in case..." He gave me a sly grin and walked away.

I chuckled to myself. That Barry. Always teasing me. Did he really think that I would have an aaaahaaa-

I jumped up at the sudden cold sensation of wetness in my croch area, and was quickly brought back to reality by a cold trickle down my thigh, thanks to my standing position. I promptly sat back down. 

"Oh no. Oh no no no. This can't be happening!" 

"Is something the matter?" Called my neighbor from the next cubicle over. 

"No! Nothing!!!" I said, a little too quickly as I scrambled to cover up my lap before Jack - a large brown bear who was a little too nosy for his own good - could get up and peek over the cubicle wall. 

"Whatcha doin, there, Buddy?" He asked. Buddy is my name, not my relationship with this bear. 

"Oh, I, uh... Just thought I lost a file....but here it is! Haha, right here!"

"Barry is right, you really SHOULD cut down on that coffee. It's got your nerves up."

"Y-yeah...hehe...I'll d-do that!" I replied, and finally let out a sigh of relief as his head disappeared back behind the cubicle wall.

"Whew.... that was a close one." I muttered to myself. But what to do about this little problem here? My pull-ups were clearly soaked, and the wet patch in the front of my pants had devolved into a little trickle down my legs because I had stood up too fast. There was only one thing to do. I grimaced at the thought of staining my favorite shirt, but sacrifices must be made. I spilled the coffee on the front of my shirt and pants. Enough to cover up the obvious wetness from the pull-up.

"Whoops! Butterfingers! Now look what I've done!"

Jack's head immediately popped up. The perfect alibi. 

"What happened?"

"I spilled my coffee. Guess you were right after all, Barry!"

"The Bearinator always knows!" He said, grinning down at me. But he quickly corrected his expression to a look of concern. "Ohhh, but that's your favorite shirt, isn't it? Ah... too bad." 

"Oh, it's okay. I better just run to the restroom and try to get cleaned up as best I can." 

I grabbed my suitcase and was about to dash out of the cubicle before Barry spoke.

"Hold on a second..." He said, causing me to feel a pang of nervousness. What did he see? 

"Why are you taking your suitcase to the bathroom, Buddy?" 

"Oh, er... top secret-confidential files in here. Can't leave them unattended!"

He didn't look convinced, but I dashed away before he could respond. 

I made my way to the bathrooms as quickly as I could, putting my suitcase in front of my and attempting to duck behind anything I could find when people passed by. I must've looked like neo in the matrix the way I was running through the office, but I didn't care. I just had to make it to the bathroom to destroy the evidence. That's when I heard it. My name over the intercom, as Barry's voice rang through the office.

"Buddy Banks, please report to bathroom management? Buddy banks, please report to bathroom management."

The bathroom was so close. I could still make it! I quickly ducked into the men's room, heedless of who saw me. All I had to do was get into a new pullup and I would be scot free. I quickly barged into a bathroom stall and locked the door. My hands were fumbling with the suitcase as I reached for my prize. I lost my patience and just unbuckled my pants and tore off the pullup. Step two would be a little more difficult as it involved undressing in a small space. I had gotten my shoes off and my pants most of the way off when I heard the door burst open and a bunch of heavy footsteps coming toward me. It was that darn security team. 

"We know you're in there, Mr. Banks. Open the stall door, and come with us to bathroom management."

"H-hold on," I said, still undressing and fumbling with my suitcase. "I spilled coffee on my pants. Just give me a second..."

"You don't have a second, Mr. Banks. We're coming in." I heard the jangle of keys as one of the guards pressed his magnetic fob to the stall door causing it to automatically unlatch.

My case finally popped open, and there I was in a very wet pullup, with my suitcase open for everyone to see.

Jack stood there with his arms crossed and a superior smirk on his face. Beside him were two large security rhinos. 

"I knew it!" He caught himself and took on a somber look, shaking his head. "Cheating? I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." Then the thought struck him and he quickly pulled out his phone, capturing the perfect pose of a fox caught red-handed. 

"Off we go, Mr. Banks," Said one of guards. And I barely managed to hike my pants up as they marched me off to bathroom affairs with the incriminating evidence and witness in tow. 

"Oh, Buddy I'm so disappointed, said Barry, after we all crowded into a conference room on the third floor. I can't believe you would try to cheat the system. You know it's here for all of our protection! That chair is probably going to have to be replaced now, not to mention the carpet cleaning bill from the trail you left ot the bathroom."

The head of bathroom affairs was also there, looking through her reading glasses at the report on her tablet. "We have a level 1 accident... destruction of property... several violations of the company honesty policy... It says here you were found out of youf pull-ups?" She looked up, scandalized. 

"Y-yes, I was...ma'am..." I hastily added the honorific at the end befor hanging my head low in shame.

They made me stand in the corner while the conferred. The security guards were dismissed, but Jack was asked to stay, much to his delight. After what felt like an eternity, they called me back. 

"Well, there's only one thing to do." Said Barry, looking rather grim. "The good news is you're off the potty chart. The bad news is that you will be placed on the most severe level of diaper restriction. That means you have lost all potty priveleges indefinitely. You are to be kept diapers from now on, and they will be secured with our anti-diaper removal devices. For the next six months, you are on a probationary period. The only clothing you will be permitted to wear over your diapers are onesies, shoes, and socks, and you will be checked and changed regularly by designated staff. Jack here, has graciously volunteered to be one of your diaper monitors.  

Jack flashed me a big grin, and I felt like I could just strangle him. I opened my mouth to say something nasty but was quickly brought to task by Barry.

"You brought this on yourself, Banks. You could have gone through the potty training program like everyone else, but instead you decided to cheat. This is what we have to do knowing that you can't be trusted."

"I-"

He cut me off. "I'm going out on a limb for you, here, Buddy. I'm the one who recommended you, and this reflects poorly on ME. So you have two choices. Take the offer, or leave now, and we will send you the bill for the damage you caused. So which will it be?" 

I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. I couldn't afford to pay them back, I couldn't afford to lose my job, and I certainly wouldn't be hired if this appeared on my record. 

 "I'll stay," I squeaked.

Barry stood back, and regarded me coolly. Ms. Click, the head of diaper affairs broke the silence.

"Well, we had better get started, hadn't we?" She pushed a putton on the desk and spoke into a receiver. "Sent Mr. Banks' supplies up to conference room three. Thank you."  

"W-wait," I said, looking toward the floor to ceiling windows that separated the conference room from the rest of the floor. "Y-you don't mean, right here?!"

"I certainly do," replied Ms. Click. "Barry, will you please help the young man get ready for his diaper?"

"My pleasure ma'am!" 

Using his claws to start a tear in the fabric, he ripped my shirt and pants off like they were wrapping paper, and hoisted me up onto the table and down on my back. I could do no more to resist his strength than if I were an actual baby. 

"You won't be needing those anymore, Buddy. And besides, they were ruined anyway."

Soon, a well built giraffe strolled in with a cart, which was stacked with diapers of all sizes as well as some clothing and changing supplies. 

"Delivery for Buddy Banks? Let's take a look here. Looks to be about an adult size one." He took a tape measure to my waist and side and nodded as if to confirm his suspicions. "Yup. This set should do."

I was completely humiliated as Jack proceeded to clean me off, spreading my legs to get all the pee off my crotch area, and then lifting my butt to clean underneath and between my crack. 

"Looks like someone needs to learn how to wipe." Jack chuckled "Well, no need for that now, I suppose." 

He tossed the dirty wipe into the trash along with my soiled clothing before pulling out the thickest diaper I had ever seen and sliding it under my tush. With a practiced ease, he had me powdered, oiled, and taped up in no time. Then came the magnetic release onesie. I would soon discover that this could only be removed with a magnetic key fob like the one the security guards had. All of the caretaker staff had one. I, however, did not. 

The job complete, the giraffe gave a curt nod and rolled the cart away. 

"Good," Said Barry, clapping his hands. "Now I think we could all use a break from all this excitement, don't you? Jack, will you please escort Mr. Banks to the quiet room, so he can have a nap. He's had a hard day, and I think he'll need some R&R before he can get back to work. I'll schedule him to stay the weekend for training that we give all our employees who experience unexpected severe incontinence. I declare this meeting adjourned!"

As Barry marched me off toward the quiet room, I was dismayed. It was going to be a very long time before I would have the chance to choose my underwear.