Topsy Turvy

The Office Baby

Added 2021-12-26 09:26:54 +0000 UTC

Bobby opened his eyes groggily and raised his head, somewhat bewildered for a moment. He immediately recognized the office, but he was confused because he'd been dreaming about his parents' house and was surprised to see he wasn't there when he woke up. Instead, he was at his desk, and it began to come back to him. He was at work, and it was the middle of the day. He'd eaten lunch, put his head down on his desk, and fallen asleep.

"Hey, Bobby, how are you holding up?"

He looked up to see Aaron, who worked in the next cubicle. "Oh, hey. I'm okay."

"Yeah, did you get your nap out?"

Bobby blushed slightly. "Yeah, I feel a little better now."

"Good. How's your diaper doing?"

"I'm not sure."

Everyone in the office knew Bobby wore diapers, and in fact, everyone in the office took turns taking care of him.

"Well, I'm sure you're wet. Let me check you." He reached down and slipped a hand into Bobby's onesie, squeezing the plastic-covered padding underneath. It squished under his touch. "Oh, yeah. When was the last time you were changed?"

"I don't know, some time this morning."

"Well, you need a change now. Come on."

Bobby stood up and followed Aaron through the office to the small nursery that had been set up down the hallway, where he climbed onto the changing table and allowed his co-worker to change his wet diaper. When that was done, Aaron washed his hands, and they both went back to work. Obviously, this was no ordinary office. It was a small company owned and run by Henry Owens, who recognized his workers' individual needs. Bobby needed to be babied and looked after, which most employers would consider a reason not to employ him, but he was a brilliant marketing strategist who had proved invaluable and necessary to the company's success. He was seen as an eccentric genius, and although his lifestyle took some getting used to, everyone in the office eventually came to understand him. Their participation in his ageplay was completely voluntary, and some elected not to play along, rolling their eyes or shrugging their shoulders as they watched their co-workers carrying on with him. Others simply thought it was cute. But they all accepted him and his lifestyle because they knew his value to the company, value that earned them all big bonuses. Thus, nobody batted an eye when he was seen taking a nap during the day, and indeed, he often woke up from one of these naps with some brilliant idea.

Today was one of those days, and once he was all dry again, Bobby rushed back to his desk and his computer, clicking and then typing furiously like a man possessed. He typed up some rough notes and ran some quick searches to verify his suspicions. He dashed off a few emails, one to Henry, a couple more in-company, and a couple more outside the company. He knew he was onto something that was going to pay off. Any of his co-workers who noticed him knew it too because they were all used to him, although an outsider would have been amazed at how quickly and efficiently a man in a diaper and onesie could work. But then if they'd asked him, Bobby would have replied, "I'm more productive than most people because I never need a bathroom break." Of course, the frequent reply was "But you do need to be changed pretty often."

A little later, the team had a meeting in their large conference room. These meetings were more like discussion groups or hang-outs in which they shared ideas and made plans together. Some of the company's best practices came out of these meetings because they involved cooperation.

"I think we should revisit Annie's idea," Doug said. "We really don't have a better solution, and I think we can make it work if we tweak it a little bit."

Henry Owens looked at him cheerfully. "Okay. What kind of tweaks do you have in mind, Doug?"

"Well, I think we could . . ."

Ben from accounting stopped listening to Doug as his mind wandered. He didn't mean for this to happen; it just did. Ben liked Doug. He liked his job and the company he worked for, and he wanted them both to succeed. But he also had a big weekend planned, and his enthusiasm for that weekend eclipsed everything else. He quickly got lost in daydreams about all the things he was going to do and completely zoned out. He was brought back to reality not by Doug's explanation or by Henry's call to attention but by the recognition of a sudden sharp and very unpleasant smell. He reflexively sniffed the air to make sure he hadn't been mistaken, and he still smelled it. Snapping back to reality, he looked around and saw that some of the people around him were also sniffing the air and beginning to look around. Ben turned and saw Bobby crouched beside him with red cheeks and understood immediately.

He bent over and said in a low voice, "Bobby, did you poop?"

Bobby nodded sheepishly. "Sorry. I couldn't hold it."

They were trying to be quiet, but there was no hiding what was happening or what had happened. "He needs to be changed."

"I'm not doing it."

"I got him last time."

"Don't look at me!"

Concerned, Henry finally spoke up. "Hey, what's going on?"

Ben looked up. "Bobby pooped."

"Oh. Okay, is anyone willing to change him?"

Ben replied, "Yeah, I've got him." Turning to Bobby, he said, "Come on, stinker, let's go to the nursery." He led the large baby the few feet to the nursery and helped him onto the table. "Okay, it's been a little while since I got a messy one, so this might take a while."

"Okay."

It took quite a while and a whole lot of wipes, but Ben was careful and thorough, and he eventually got Bobby all cleaned up before taping him into a fresh diaper. "There you go, kiddo."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Ben?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I a bother?"

"No. You do a lot of good around here, things nobody else can do. It's just that nobody likes to deal with poop."

"But you don't mind?"

"No, not really."

"Why not?"

"Because you're as cute as you can be."

"I am?"

"Sure! I think that's another reason we all take care of you. But I know it's why I do."