Surrendering to the Nursery - Chapter II

Chapter Two

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not wearing diapers.”

“Really? Then I guess we cannot allow you to stay here.”

“What. Why?” asked Henry.

Maria sat by her desk, staring at Henry’s soaked pants. Wondering how a grown man like him ended up in the way he did. Sobbing like a child with his pants soaked, failed marriage, and ruined career. Adulthood was definitely not being kind to Henry, and somehow she felt sad for him.

“Look,” she said, “I like you Henry. You seem like a nice fella. But most of our kids are being potty trained, and having an adult pissing himself is not particularly the role model we are looking for.”

Henry looked at his feet. He couldn’t bring himself to look Maria to her eyes, not without sobbing.

She stood up, getting closer to him.

“Alright. I’ll make you a deal,” she said, holding his chin and cleaning his cheeks with her thumb, “No diapers. Okay?”

He nodded.

“But if you have one more accident. God forbid it happens in front of the kids, and then it’s only diapers for you. Or you can find another job. What do you think?”

Henry thought about it. He had never had an accident before, and he was sure he would not have one again. After all, he was an adult. A smart man. It should be easy to keep his pants dry.

“Well?”

He nodded.

“Good boy,” she said, smiling, “Go get clean. You can take the rest of the day off, and start working tomorrow.”

Henry was about to leave her office, when he heard her say, “One more accident, Henry. You know what will happen.”

He didn’t answer and left the room.

His room had a shower. Small and old, but functional. He washed himself and when finished, he laid in the bed, or crib. He didn’t want to think about it as a crib, especially not after what had happened in the morning. He could paint the room, maybe even get a used mattress and get rid of the crib. Maria wouldn’t mind, he thought. And he kept thinking about his new life, he fell asleep right there and there, and woke not too long after. His bladder was full, so he rushed to the bathroom to empty it. It was a close call, but he managed to keep what was left of his pride.

The remaining of the day was boring. He read a little, ate, did some job hunting, and then went to bed. He didn’t want to delve into the events of earlier that day, but he did. In his dream, Clara, the little girl, was with him. But she was tall. Taller than him. And she was teaching him how to make it to the potty.

“No. You have to ask for permission first. Then I’ll take you.”

Henry nodded.

“Pwease, can I go potty, Ms. Clara?”

She smiled, “Good boy. Yes, let’s take you.”

She helped Henry stand up, but stopped as soon as she did, “Oh, Henry. It was your last chance. I’m afraid we’ll have to send you to the Duck Class now.”

“No, pwease. No.”

Henry cried.

The door to the room opened. He couldn’t believe it. It was Maria, but she wasn’t alone. His ex wife and her new boyfriend entered with her, followed by his own kids.

“I think someone’s going to spend the rest of his life in diapers,” said his daughter.

“I’m not changing him,” said his son.

“Pathetic,” said his wife’s boyfriend.

But his wife said nothing. She got closer to him and with a kind smile, she said, “Let’s get you ready, baby boy.”

He cried even harder as his ex wife carried him outside the room and into a nursery. She undressed him carefully and placed him on a diaper she taped motherly. It happened so fast, and then he woke up.

His bed, completely soaked.

He hoped it was sweat, because he was sweating. But when he reached his crotch, he knew it wasn’t.