The Diaper Spa Pt. 05

A few weeks removed from her rendezvous with Maria and her husband, Angela felt looser than she had in a while. She felt some sexual tension in the air at Maria's gorgeously decorated home, not least of all from seeing her in a ravishing dress and diaper.

She and Maria had agreed to not discuss the incident at work. Fun as it was, they didn't want others to get the wrong idea. On days when Maria was her changing partner, she had to remind herself that they were around others. Sure, they were grown women getting their diapers changed, but she needed to respect their comfort. There was no doubt that Maria loved David, but having Angela in the mix was a nice change of pace, as told via text.

Angela was finishing changing Heidi, a regular in her late 40s with a very wet diaper, when Megan walked in. While Megan normally left her office to get changed, her expression seemed different.

"Angela, may I see you?" Megan asked.

Never before had Angela witnessed Megan enter the Diapering Room and request a single person. Occasionally, she would make announcements for everyone, such as allowing guests who were into age regression to bring pacifiers. This time, all eyes were on Angela. At least, that's how it seemed. Megan had approached her discretely without drawing any attention, but the spotlight effect made it feel like she had shouted her name at top volume.

When they got to Megan's office, Angela noticed that she seemed like she was having trouble with where to start. Her dread furthered as she thought of what it could be about. She had been consistently on time and was getting along with everyone.

As Angela was thinking about her camaraderie with the others, she panicked. Had Megan learned of her and Maria's encounter? She hadn't told anyone and knew Maria wouldn't do so or betray her trust. Maybe Megan was incredibly perceptive and figured it out herself. She felt her palms drip as she hoped for mercy, if that was the case.

"Angela," Megan began. "We've been getting quite a bit of attention." As she heard this, Angela relaxed. Whatever was happening didn't seemed to be concerning only her.

"Websites and writers have been contacting me rather insistently," she continued. "They all want to tell everyone about the 'diaper spa,'" she said with air quotes.

"Do you not want them to, write a story, I mean?" Angela asked.

Megan shook her head. "It has to be done correctly. So many of them aren't willing or able to come in. They think it can be done exclusively via the phone or email."

Angela understood but couldn't yet tell why Megan had summoned her specifically.

"I did find someone suitable for the job, though," Megan said. "Her portfolio is strong and I spoke with her over the phone. She won't be sullying our reputation."

"Well, that's good," Angela said. "When is she coming?"

"She'll be here this Friday. She wanted to speak with me and at least one Specialist," Megan said. "Angela, would you be comfortable with this?"

The lump in Angela's throat started to re-emerge. She was flattered but also nervous. Megan had a good feeling about the writer, but Angela feared she would make a poor impression. Despite her trepidation, she agreed. She answered questions while assisting new clients with ease and figured a formal interview wouldn't be much different.

When she came back to the Diapering Room, she immediately saw how swamped her coworkers were with clients. She opened up her station and invited a black woman with a poopy Abena up to be changed. Though she knew it wasn't her fault, she still felt bad about leaving her team short a person and having people wait longer than usual for diaper changes.

When the crowd started to thin out, Maria, Ashley, Taylor, and Gillian crept over to Angela's station. She knew curious faces she saw them.

"Wondering about why I was in Megan's office?" she asked, to which they nodded in near-perfect unison.

"This writer wants to write a story about here and interview me," Angela said.

"Just you?" Taylor asked, clearly trying to look like she cared less than she did.

"Well, it was up to Megan," Angela clarified. "Did she not ask any of you about it?"

Gillian laughed. "I think Megan's still mad at me for pointing out that she was leaking onto the floor last week. No way she'd ask me."

"Angela, you've done well here, but I don't think you should've accepted it," Ashley said. "At least not before talking to us."

"But I am talking to you guys," Angela try to protest as politely as possible. She looked to Maria, hoping she could vouch for her.

"What did you say to Megan?" Maria asked.

Angela shrugged. "I said I would do it, but I can tell her I changed my mind," she continued when she noticed Maria taking a deep breath. Disappointing her was a new and unpleasant experience.

"Please understand, Angela," she said sweetly. "We aren't upset with you. We're upset with Megan for not consulting with any of us about this. We know you'll do great, but it wasn't right for her to try and sneak it by us."

"Don't worry," Angela said. "I'll make sure it's not just about me and Megan."

The day of the interview came and Angela was excited. She had rehearsed her answers in the mirror and felt she was up for any question. She had looked at past articles written by the author and believed Megan had made the right choice. She was professional but not generic. Like any good journalist, she seemed to have a curious mind.

Angela still couldn't help but be self-conscious about the situation. She'd be arriving soon and hoped she wouldn't be too judgemental. She was pulling back Fatima's diaper to see how wet she was and thinking about how odd it might look. Plus, she had gotten used to the strong odors of used diapers but could see how it would turn off someone unprepared.

She had been torn about what to wear. Typically, she liked just wearing a top and a diaper for comfort and to make people more at ease, knowing she was diapered just like them. Part of her thought doing so for an interview wouldn't be professional, but she decided that not being herself would be especially unprofessional.

The waiting was becoming agonizing. She was due any second and Angela's stomach starting getting knotted. Only squatting down and filling her diaper could help.

Fatima was quick on the uptake, checking Angela's diaper and seeing the mess inside.

The sound of the words "Excuse me, is there an Angela Rivers here?" as she was being changed came in and filled her mind with a sudden jolt of panic, but she immediately relaxed. She had become so conditioned to tranquility through diaper changes that they could shake off bad feelings at an instance.

She waved her arm and called for the person over. Though she was in an awkward situation, she was glad Fatima had finished wiping her and disposed of her diaper. As she was being powdered, she made her introduction, hand extended.

"Hi, I'm Angela," she said to the woman, dressed in a blue Oxford shirt and khaki pants, who introduced herself as Caroline. Though she was literally looking down at Angela, it didn't feel judgemental. She was looking at Angela through the process with a profound sense of curiosity.

"Would you like to speak here or somewhere more private?" Caroline asked. Privacy was irrelevant at this point in their just-commenced relationship. Angela did think about the concerns raised the other day.

"We can speak here," she said. "But I think you should also ask some questions to my coworkers." She brought Caroline over to Ashley's changing station, where she was taking care of another college-aged woman. The Abena around her thick ass was being opened and revealing a big yellow stain.

"Excuse me?" she asked, pointing at both Ashley and the other woman "May we speak to you for moment?"

"As long as I can keep changing this gorgeous girl's diaper, sure," Ashley said. The woman agreed but requested that Caroline not use her real name. Angela stood by, making sure that nothing too invasive was asked. She was mostly covering the basics, asking Ashley about what it was like changing adult women's diapers for a living and asking the woman (a first-timer) what she enjoyed about the spa. Ashley also brought up her bodily issues and graciously specified that no other Diaper Specialist was incontinent. As she wiped, powdered, and diapered the woman, Angela noticed Caroline taking extensive notes.

She made the rounds to talk with other staff members and observe them in action. Fatima called Angela over to take her of her poopy diaper. It was the first pooped diaper that Caroline had seen up close. She didn't appear to be grossed out and even asked Fatima some questions while being changed.

"So what appeals to you about-"

"Going poo-poo?" Fatima finished for her.

"Yes, in a diaper to be exact," Caroline continued.

"I think it just makes a day better," Fatima said. "I can be stressed out or bored. But then I need to take a big dump in my diaper and it's full of my poop. And then I have a great friend like Angela clean me up." Angela was flattered but also a little surprised. Fatima was sweet but she never seemed as confident in talking about diapers as she did just then.

"That's a pretty impressive load," Caroline said, looking at the poop in Fatima's diaper. She turned to Angela. "Could I get one?"

Angela was hoping she would ask and told her that would be more that okay. Maria was free so she got Caroline set up. They were too far for Angela to see what was going on, so she stayed focused on cleaning up Fatima.

"This is crazy," Angela said.

"Is it my poop?" Fatima asked. "I'm sorry, I hope it's not too big."

"Of course not," Angela smiled. "It's just that Caroline is trying out a diaper."

Ashley was eavesdropping and came over. "She's pretty thick," she said.

"So?" Angela said. "Maria's got her in an L4. Those are big enough."

"Oh I know," Ashley said defensively, "I just think it's pretty hot."

Angela agreed as she saw Caroline's outstanding ass in her diaper. It was the biggest she and seen and she was jealous of Maria for getting to handle it. She made a mental note to ask Caroline if she could change her when the time was right.

"This feels so weird," Caroline said to Angela, as she got off the changing table.

"You don't need to tell me that," Angela said. "But you get used to it."

"I knew I would have to try," Caroline said. "You mind if we sit down for a long-ish interview? I'd like it'd to be somewhere secluded."

Angela thought for a moment. Megan's office would've been ideal, but it was locked and she didn't have access to the key. The break room had people in it. She could've put a "Out of Order" sign on the sauna, but she didn't want the moisture to affect Caroline's tape recorder.

"Hey, Maria," Angela asked her friend while she was restocking her station with wipes. "When's your next massage appointment?"

"Not for another hour," Maria said. "What's up?"

"Could we use it for an interview?" Caroline asked. "It shouldn't take longer than 30 minutes."

Maria agreed, but Angela was puzzled. She didn't imagine they would be speaking for 15 minutes, let alone 30. She wondered about how deeply Caroline was going to delve.

They entered the massage room, and Angela locked the door. Caroline asked if she could begin recording.

"So, how did you start working here?" she asked.

"I actually stumbled in here by chance," Angela said. "I had no idea what was going on with the diapers, but I ran into a friend. She convinced me to stick it out, and here I am."

"Is the appeal mainly sexual?" Caroline asked.

Angela pondered this. "It's complicated. I certainly do find gratification through diapers, as do many other women here. However, it's also about self-acceptance."

"Self-acceptance?" Caroline asked.

"Yeah," Angela said. "Wearing and using diapers with other women can help you realize how little we have to be ashamed of. I was self-conscious about pooping my diaper at first, but then I saw others who seemed so much more attractive and confident than me filling theirs."

The interview was continuing on well. Angela felt she was doing a good job of answering questions fully and respectfully. She was glad that Caroline used "diaper lover" in place of "adult baby" and didn't exhaust her with questions about how seemingly unorthodox the kink was.

"Suppose the spa closes tomorrow, and you have enough saved up to live comfortably for the foreseeable future," Caroline asked towards the end of the interview. "Are you staying diapered?"

"I think so," Angela saved. "It'll save water." Caroline laughed and turned off her tape recorder.

"Well, thank you so much," she said. "The hardest part will be talking about being diapered."

"Still not used to it?" Angela asked.

"Not quite," Caroline said. "Any suggestions?"

"Don't force it," Angela said. "Just let yourself be."

Like clockwork, Angela saw Caroline's diaper swelling. It was a gentle trickle that morphed into a gushing. Thanks to the size of her diaper, Caroline's wetting meant she was still able to keep it on.

"That really helped," she said, feeling her wet crotch. "This feels really good."

"I can get you changed," Angela suggested.

"I actually need to poop," Caroline said. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that."

Angela laughed. "This is the right place to do it. Just make sure you relax again."

Caroline heeded her advice and dropped a thick log in her Abena. It was one push, but it was a long one. Angela knew this would be an impressive poop.

"Oh man this is so squishy," Caroline said as she patted her ass. "Can you change me now?"

"I have to," Angela said, "But I'd love to."

They went back to the Diapering Room, which was fairly slow. It didn't take long for the scent of Caroline's diaper to fill the room. Even Ashley, known for the size of her messes, was taken aback.

"Two poopy diapers?" she asked Angela.

"Just one," Angela said, as Caroline smiled. "I'll take care of it."

"Well, I gotta see this," Ashley said. Maria and Fatima came over as well. Angela asked Caroline if it was all right for them to watch, and she said it was fine.

As expected, Caroline's poop was large but also one huge log. Angela knew from experience that she was desperate to get it out. She felt good about how her encouragement must've helped. Ashley seemed a bit jealous until she realized that Caroline couldn't be considered for "Poop of the Month." Maria joked that she hadn't messed her diaper yet that day but Caroline gave enough for both of them. Fatima helped hold Caroline's legs up while Angela wiped her.

Caroline thanked them for the change but asked to be put back into her underwear. However, she did request to bring home one diaper "for further research." She said she would be speaking with Megan over the phone for information about the spa's founding. For the time being, Angela felt proud about how she represented Padded Bliss.