Looking up at your tall, strict, beautiful, new boss, you realize you really don't have any choice. So, with a sigh, you proceed to drop your drawers, and lie down on the table for her.
She then gets on a pair of rubber gloves, and proceeds to cover your whole diaper area with baby oil, while she smiles at you. It feels really good; this might not be so bad, after all, you think, as you close your eyes.
However, after a moment, you hear her chuckle, all of a sudden.
"Well, well well, perhaps you aren't so small, after all."
You down, and in shock, notice yourself starting to get hard!
"I am sorry!" You mumble, turning your bright red, blushing face over to the side.
"Heheheh, "it's ok, Honey, that's only natural. Actually, I'm kinda flattered."
You then gulp, as you suddenly feel her finger thrust up your bottom.
Next, she poofs a cloud of powder all over you, making you smell like a baby. Finally, she wraps the diaper up, on you, taping you in, snugly.
"There!" she cooes, patting the front of your diaper. You then stand up, to feel how it fits. To your surprise, you actually find it rather comfortable.
"You look cute, Sweety!" Susan praises. You look up at her, blushing once more.
"But what about my shorts!?" You exclaim, looking down at the extremely poofy bulge around your middle.
"Hmm. See, that's why we told you to wear something stretchy or loose, on your bottom."
"Well, I didn't know I would be wearing diapers!" You say, slightly irritated.
"It's allright, Honey Buns. We'll think of something," she replies, patting your diapered butt. She then starts stroking her chin, thoughtfully.
"Hmmm. I know! Go ahead and take that shirt off."
You roll your eyes, but obey her. A moment later, she produces another shirt with the daycare's logo. This one, however, is much larger than yours, closer to her own size shirt.
"Put this on and lie down."
You look at her skeptically.
"Trust me!" She says.
So, you do as she says, and a moment later, she takes the bottom of it, and fold it up, like a onsie.
"Awwe, now I look like a baby!" You wine.
"Oh, I think you look cute!" She replies. "Oh, and I think the rest of the children are here now!"
Indeed, a moment later, several dozen children pour into the daycare.
"Hi, everyone, I want you to meet our newest employee."
"HI!" the children all say in unison.
Then, two of the bolder children, 10-year old Christine, and 5-year-old Mark, come up to you, and say.
"I wanna play with him!"
"Not so fast," says Susan, "Let's let him decide."
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