The interview was going great until the final question. 


        “Um… Could you please repeat that.” Adrianne stammered, a bead of sweat budding on her temple.


        Adrianne was out of work and desperate for a job. She had been scouring job boards, contorting her resume to fit the impossible shapes required by would-be employers. Finally, fed up with the whole process. She had thrown her resume at her dream job, one she knew she was woefully unqualified for. By some miracle, they had responded. A Program Management position at Cottonwood Inc! It was one of the biggest companies in the world, and would surely do wonders for her career.


The interview process was just as competitive and arduous as she expected. Three different rounds of interviews but she had somehow fought her way to a final decision board.


At first it was daunting. A full five person panel at the end of four rounds of interviews. Exhausted from enduring the three round batter, she desperately needed comfort. Some form of reassurance. So, she fell into old habits. 


        The diaper taped around her waist was a soft, thick white cloud. It was too poofy to wear pants over it, her legs were completely bare. It always felt extra babyish to toddle around her apartment with just her diapy on, and now it was no different. The thrill was irresistible.


She had arranged her webcam to show only her upper body. In the camera frame, she was all you would expect from a proper business woman. Her makeup was immaculate, long black hair tied back in a severe bun. She wore a nice fitting blazer, and white blouse. She took a moment to slide her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she had contacts she could wear but this felt more professional. It’s like playing dress up. She thought, suppressing a giggle. Her pampers crinkled as she wiggled in her seat.  


        Adrianne had been experimenting with diapers since college. It was a curiosity she had flirted with on and off, but it wasn’t until she had the privacy of her own dorm room that she decided to take the plunge. Nights before exams and presentations she would calm herself with this little indulgence. The feel and comfort of a nice, snug diaper around her waist was heavenly. Not to mention using them! Having little accidents made her heart pound, the gushy wetness all around her. Feeling the warmth spread up her butt. The sensation of the diaper forcing her legs apart when she really flooded them. It was bliss.


        The pandemic had given her more time to play. Perhaps too much time. She had developed something of a bedwetting habit in the past few months. But she still luxuriated in the feeling. Nothing put her in a more relaxed headspace than a poofy, puffy diaper. A whiff of baby powder was enough to make her head spin.


Remote work let her have all of the diaper fun she could want with no interruptions. But at this moment, she was feeling the weight of her decisions like a hundred pound weight on her chest.


        “Please stand up Miss Adrianne.” the main officiator of the interview, Dan Grimley, said again. His words were like lightning to her system. Frying out every professional, adult thought from her mind. All she could think about was running and hiding. Slamming her laptop shut and waddling away to hide. “So often our applicants get a little too comfortable doing remote work and aren’t taking the job seriously.  I mean the last guy had on sports coat and polka dot boxers! Ha! But at least they matched the tie. We just want to see if you came to this interview as professional and prepared as you have shown us so far.”


        “Sir, I am very serious about this position and the work that you do at Cottonwood and I-I think that you have all seen testament to that in my resume, if you take a look at-.” She was wetting herself. She felt the dampness belatedly, but the trickling sound of pee soaking into her diaper brought a raging blush to her cheeks. She was being honest. She desperately wanted to work for Cottonwood. They had their hand in just about everything. Electronics, streaming, clothing, furniture, and… Diapers. They had just started shipping a new line of two tape Cotton Fluff adult diapers. One of which she was wearing. She managed a sheepish glance down and saw a flurry of butterflies and flowers rapidly disappearing as the warm stream running into her training pants became a river.


        “Of course, Miss Adrianne. But just to be sure. Stand up for us.”


        She gulped. This is crazy. 


        Feeling hot and heady but cornered. She really wanted this job. It meant an increase in pay, the realization of years of effort, and finally some respect in the corporate sphere. 


So, she stood up.


        She expected the titters of laughter. The slack jawed looks. Adrianne clenched her fists, squirming under their stares. But what she didn’t expect was Dan Grimley to smile.


        “This is quite a display, Miss Adrianne.” The man leaned back in his chair, almost falling out of frame. His voice came in clear and crisp over the Zoom call and she was hooked on every word. “A shock for all of us to be sure… But we here at Cottonwood Inc., love when our applicants take an interest in our products.”


        “Here, here.” approved another voice.


         “Why don’t you tell us about your experience with our product?” Dan Grimley offered.


Adrianne couldn’t speak. No way this was happening. Her eyes darted to the different panels displayed on her zoom. A woman was looking at her with open disgust. Two men were a bit more professional, but even they had laughs building behind a stoic demeanor. Another man was gobsmacked and red as a firetruck. Then there was Dan Grimley. A still figure in a rippling sea.


        “We mostly sell to silent customers and our clientbase for the junior brands don’t often have the uh, verbosity to give us good feedback. Call it a formal review!”


        Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. They were waiting on her. She had to say something, the silence was driving her manic inside. “They um… Feel really nice on-on my butt.”


        “You can give us more than that Miss Adrianne. Don’t be shy. We’re really curious about how our customers are responding to our product. Think about it this way, you could have a huge impact on the next design implementation.”


        Her heart fluttered at that. Were they mocking her? Humiliating the diaper girl attempting to play at business. Did it matter? She had to admit the thought of having a hand in designing her next pamper made her feel giddy. 


        “They are really quite form-fitting.” She made a half-turn that caused her diaper to rustle. “The tapes are nice and secure and just give it a snug feeling.”


“Not very discrete though, our customers are on the shy side, perhaps they’d like them better if they were more compact.”


        “N-no.” she interjected. All five of the panelists waited, attentive to what she would say next. She licked her lips. A hand strayed towards the front of the diaper and she cupped it protectively. It was soft, yielding to the touch oh so wet. “I like them thick…” 


        “Do you use them?” a woman said. The one who had laughed at her ridiculous appearance.


        Adrianne nodded, blushing hotly. Her diaper was soaked and sagging, the face of the formerly white diaper was almost completely yellowed.


        “I meant fully.”


        “I’m sorry?” She had finished peeing but felt a new wetness at the meeting of her thighs. Her nerves were gone and then attention was causing a new reaction. Hot, hazy thoughts were clouding her mind. The hand that was cupping the front of her diaper pressed harder. The woman who had asked the question rolled her eyes. She had the countenance of a harsh school teacher, the same scolding eyes and tight disapproving posture.


        “Do you make poopies in your pants, Miss Adrianne?” she asked condescendingly. Mr. Grimley tutted but Adrianne was beyond embarrassment to the point that she wasn’t even in an interview anymore. She was in kindergarten being pulled out of class by her teacher: ‘did you have an accident Addy?’


        “Yes ma’am.” 


        “Ugh! Disgusting.”


        “Let her speak.” another interviewer spoke. She noticed that he was eagerly taking notes.


        “I make poo-. I do use the diapers fully, ma’am.” She felt almost a sense of pride. All of the interviewers were looking to her as an authority on the subject and she would not be bullied. “I poop my diapers. Sometimes. I’ve tried other kinds but the Cotton Fluff is the best for it.”


        “And why is that?” Mr. Grimley asked.


        “Some of the other ones… They don’t always ‘hold’. I leak.” another embarrassing confession. She squeezed gently on her padding and felt a spurt of pee leak out of one of the leg bands.


        “Perhaps you could give us a big demonstration.”


        “Absolutely not,” said the crabby woman.


        “She’s already soaked the thing!” was the retort from one of the two men that had been on the verge of laughing at her. “Where else are we going to get valuable consumer data like this?”


        This can’t be happening. Adrianne swallowed hard and balled up her fists. She had been feeling desperate. It had been a busy morning preparing herself for the interview. For this moment. And she realized that the anxiousness she had been feeling wasn’t all nerves. Her bowels were full and pushing for release. All the tension that had her coiled like a spring relaxed at once and she felt a weight in her stomach drop. I’m doing it.


        “I can’t watch this.” 


        Adrianne turned so her butt consumed the camera’s view, grateful that her scrunched up face was hidden as she bore down hard with resolute determination. Determined to show them why she deserved to work for them. Show them how she would be a valuable asset to the team. Show them why she loved their products so much. Showed them how she made big, big poopies in her pants. 


        The sound of crackling filled the silent zoom call. The crinkly diaper gave way as the huge mushy mess thundered into its seat. Pops and squishes exploded from her pants as the mass pulled her diaper taut and spread to fill every fold. Adrianne was on fire, it felt like the whole world was watching her make a mess of herself. The hot load expanding in her diapers pressed against her skin, climbing towards the small of her back. 


        “Ungh!” she grunted, a final explosion pushed into her pants squishing deliciously between her cheeks. 


        She gasped for air, the stench was beginning to rise. She fought to collect herself even as the heat and arousal was building between her legs. Oh, God, she wanted this feeling to never end. Slowly, she turned back to face the interview panel. The crabby woman had disconnected but the four others remained looking truly fascinated.


        A silence held for a long moment. Only the sound of Adrianne’s heavy breathing was picked up by the microphone.


        “Well, this is a first.”


        “Miss Adrianne,” began Mr. Grimley.


        “Mhmm?” Adrianne managed, lost in the sensation of the big load warming her cheeks.


        “I think I speak for all of my constituents when I say that you have proven a wonderful dedication to our business ideals. But you wouldn’t be a right fit for our Program Management position.”


        Her heart dropped fifty stories in that moment. 


“But you would be perfect for our Product Advisory support role, it would mean a six figure salary, benefits and more complementary products courtesy of Cottonwood’s adult undergarment division.” She nodded eagerly, a silly grin breaking out across her face.


        “That’s a good girl, now settle in and let’s talk brass tacks.”


        Adrianne planted herself firmly back in her chair. The poopy load squashed beneath her went unnoticed. She could only smile, awash in dreamy delight.

-Pink Mirrors