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Part 2:
Stacey immediately stood up straight and hurriedly followed after the man as he walked her through a nearby door. The plastic of her bulky, obvious diaper crinkled loudly in the hallway as she followed after him. The only other sound was their footsteps.
After just a moment, the man stopped at a nondescript door, and opened it up, ushering her inside. On the other side of the door was a small, but very well furnished adult nursery. This wasn’t strange to Stacey. Her own house had a small nursery where her and her sister’s were expected to play and it was outfitted with various childish activities and an adult diaper changing table. However, that was outfitted more like an elementary school classroom with interactive, educational toys, arts and crafts, and some books.
This was set up like a nursery for infants. Everything was plush and padded. Brightly colored cartoon characters adorned most of the surfaces. Soft toys were spilling out of every corner, and there was an oversized children’s playgym with a soft mat underneath, and babyish mobiles dangling from it. Also, lying on the floor of this small nursery room, her eyes blankly looking up at some colorful shapes on the wall as she drooled on a teething ring in her mouth, was a tall, voluptuous blonde woman with flawless skin and long legs. Who also was wearing a clearly bloated and over-full diaper.
Although at first Stacey had been distracted by taking in the spectacle of the nursery room around her, after a moment of standing in the doorway the ripe, pungent funk of this woman’s obviously dirty diaper hit her and she involuntarily grimaced and covered her nose as the appraiser laughed at her discomfort next to her.
“Stacey, I’d like you to meet Katherine,” The appraiser said, indicating the woman lying on the floor. The man had a chuckle in his voice as he introduced her. Close to laughter already seeing Stacey’s distaste.
Stacey looked at her. The woman on the floor was objectively gorgeous. She was tall, with long, shapely legs, a slim waist, and massive breasts bouncing around as she rolled on the floor. Her hair was long blonde locks that would be the envy of absolutely anyone. And her face was cute and cherubic, accentuated all the more so by her giggling, innocent smile as she chewed on an infantile piece of colorful rubber, meant for teething infants. There was some drool at the corner of her mouth as well. Looking at her, this woman looked like the stereotypical blonde bombshell that you would have seen on a billboard selling light beer, or in a lingerie commercial. In another life, in another reality, this woman would have been lounging around in the grotto at the Playboy Mansion. But here she was, laying down on the floor of a nursery too childish for toddlers and wearing nothing, but a distended, sagging diaper that was very obviously full to the brim of several large accidents worth of her poop.
The stench in the room was unbelievable. Stacey covered her mouth and nose with her hands, although she was in disbelief that the appraiser who was still standing next to her was grinning and seemingly unbothered by the smell and Katherine, the woman in the dirty diaper on the ground, seemed not only unaware of her filthy state, but perfectly happy as she babbled mindlessly and chewed on her toys.
The man chuckled again and held out his hand presenting the situation to Stacey. “Well Stacey. Since you’re eager to prove what a capable young woman you are, why don’t you change Katherine’s diaper for me today? I brought her from home to spend time with me in the office today, but unfortunately I’ve just been far too busy to check up on her. Luckily though, you know what you’re doing when it comes to changing other women’s diapers and what a great opportunity for you to show me your skills!”
The man looked at Stacey with a smug expression. Stacey looked around the room and did see a very well stocked shelf with massively thick plastic disposable diapers, as well as powder, wipes, and any other supplies you would need for changing a cartoonishly incontinent young woman’s diapers.
Stacey grimaced behind her cupped hands, but signed in resignation. “Yes, of course!” She said as cheerily as she could manage despite her disgust. She took her hands away from her face and held back a cough or choke as the pungent, dirty diaper fun hit her nose again. She looked down at Katherine who was giggling and kicking her legs up in the air. Her full diaper stretched out beneath her. And Stacey resignedly began to pull some supplies off of the shelf.
It seemed that all of Katherine’s diapers were remarkably thick, covered in white plastic, with Sesame street characters being shown off on the tape panel. They resembled baby diapers from the 1990s but blown up to ridiculous proportions. Each one felt like a full sized pillow in Stacey’s hands.
“Whew, Katherine really filled up her diaper!” The appraiser said mockingly from behind Stacey. “Good thing these new SuperHuggies can hold so much.”
Stacey tried to ignore the man’s obvious enjoyment of her predicament, gathered the changing supplies and got down on her knees on the floor in front of Katherine before once again having to resist choking from the stench.
It’s not like Stacey had never been around dirty diapers before. She messed her own diapers at least twice a day, and then being around her sisters at home, she occasionally had to smell that. But normally her and her fellow babywives were changed right away, and even then, it never tended to smell THIS bad. Maybe she really was kind of spoiled….
Stacey got distracted from this reverie though, as the adorable, but rank, baby brained woman in front of her let out a loud rumbling fart, causing the infantile woman to giggle and kick her legs in entertained satisfaction while Stacey looked on in disgust.
Stacey steeled herself and tried to reassure Katherine. “Now, there there Katherine. You’ve got a really messy diaper. Just let me get you into a new one and we can get this over with.” Katherine innocently cooed and drooled looking up at Stacey. Passively awaiting her diaper change.
With trepidation Stacey undid the tapes on Katherine’s disposable diaper and opened it up. Her expectations were realized. There was just… so… much… mess. Stacey gagged on the stink of it once again as it hit her. Behind her she could hear the appraiser laughing at her discomfort while Katherine giggled in front of her.
Stacey simply gritted her teeth and did the best she could. Wiping down Katherine nether regions and legs with care and delicate precision. Katherine seemed to be enjoying the experience. She was obviously used to the sensation of having a dirty diaper change laid out on a playroom floor. While trying to clean around the woman’s still kicking legs, Stacey vaguely wondered how it was possible that Katherine seemingly had the mind of a newborn, and yet maintained the figure of a model? How could her legs and butt be so shapely if she really did spend a day lying around in a messy diaper?
Stacey continued the arduous task of cleaning the shapely woman’s diaper area. Eventually, after an interminably long and disgusting ordeal, she was clean, and the previous diaper was balled up like a massive, smelly balloon. Stacey sighed with relief and laid out the plush, pillowy new diaper beneath her. Katherine looked excited. Eager for the sensation of a new diaper being wrapped around her sensitive private parts. Finally, Stacey completed the process and Katherine was taped up into a fresh, new diaper. She squirmed excitedly in her spot, obviously grateful to be in clean Huggies. Looking down at the woman with the cartoonishly round and thick white undergarments, it seemed so strange contrasted against the woman’s superb beauty.
Stacey disposed of the dirty diaper in a massive diaper pail that occupied one corner of the room, before at last turning to look at the appraiser again. He had been observing the whole time, and was nodding approvingly.
“Well done Stacey. Glad to see you’re not so spoiled by your position that you can’t handle getting your hands dirty for the real work and responsibility that comes from being higher status.”
Although feeling exhausted and humiliated at this point, Stacey felt relief at his words.
“So, does this mean my raise in status is approved?” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.
The man’s expression didn’t change as he told her reassuringly. “My evaluation is done. You’ll know our decision on your status in the next three to four months.”
Stacey felt crestfallen. After all this work? Even now she’d have to wait months to know whether it had amounted to anything?
She felt the urge to protest, to argue, but she knew that arguing with a man in a position of authority would do her no good in this situation.
Despite her emotions, she simply managed to stammer out. “Erm… Thank you sir…”
The man nodded, pleased.
“Very good then. I’ll show you the way out. And I think you might find that you’re in a somewhat similar situation to Katherine now.”
Stacey didn’t realize what he meant at first, then she looked down and realized that at some point during her meeting today she must have wet herself several times. Her own diaper was oversaturated and stained yellow. The next step she took she could hear an audible squish, and she wondered if she could get out of the building without leaking. Stacey groaned with frustration, while Katherine giggled from her position on the playroom floor and the appraiser laughed a deep chuckle.