Lawyer Dummy: Chapter 2

Walking through the back hallways of the testing chambers, Tina and Charles made their way to the room where storage and records were kept. It wasn’t a long trip through the testing facility, but given the vast number of rooms and pathways, it was surprisingly easy to lose your way. All the while, both the new lawyer and the former intern were thinking one thing…what the hell are we supposed to talk about?!

As far as awkward encounters go, this one took the cake. For Charles, who had previously been working at a law firm where he was one of the youngest guys for almost three years, he felt a little out of touch communicating with someone younger than he was. To make matters worse, they had virtually nothing in common, with his attempt to bring up last weekend's football games falling far short of the end zone when Tina expressed how much she hated the sport.

Tina, meanwhile, was practically dying of anxiety, unable to figure out the best way to break the ice. Her plot to buddy up with the new lawyer had gotten her this far, but she’d failed to consider any exciting talking points. Usually, whenever someone new showed up at the office, she and the others would push in on ABDL fetish talk. However, this could just be a paycheck for him if he was anything like the company’s previous lawyer.

Thankfully, while Tina was treading lightly on talking diapers, Charles was a bit more willing to break the ice on that subject, out of sheer desperation to talk about anything more or less. “So…how’d you end up working for an adult diaper company?” he asked bluntly.

“Oh…uh…” mumbled Tina, who wasn’t sure if the fact that she’d been a CrissBaby Diaper wearer for years before she applied as an intern would be a proper conversation to have with the company’s legal counsel. The pay may have been crap, but the fact that she got complimentary diapers for working there was more than enough of an incentive to keep her employed. “...um, I applied through a temp agency and this is where I ended up,” she lied, hoping to make herself seem more professional by downplaying her diaper lover status. It wasn’t a complete lie since she did receive her position through a temp agency, but she also hand-picked CrissBaby from a list of options. The best lies often have bits of truth sprinkled on, after all.

Charles, however, was a lawyer and could smell a bald-faced lie from a mile away. Tina’s body language, verbal slip-ups, and inability to look anywhere but the floor told him all he needed to know. Still, wanting to keep in good company with his new co-worker, he wasn’t about to call her out on it, especially if part of, if not all of it, ended up being true. Instead, he pivoted the conversation, “Well, it seems like a fun company to land it. You must be pretty comfortable around diapers to be promoted to a testing aid, though.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of babysitting when I was in high school, so I know my way around a diaper,” Tina said, avoiding the obvious trap to expose her diaper fetish, “What about you? Why did you choose to work for CrissBaby?” Her trademark smirk returned to her as she quickly and casually shifted the focus from herself back to Charles.

“Well, the pay was better than the law firm I was at for one thing, plus three weeks vacation a year and another week worth of sick days is nothing to scoff at,” said Charles, who was also avoiding an admission on why he actually elected to take the open position at CrissBaby. Thankfully, he didn’t have to go any further into detail as he and Tina arrived at their location. “Oh, is this it?” he asked, gesturing to the door with the word “Storage” stenciled on it.

“Yep! Told you I knew this place like the back of my hand,” said Tina proudly as she opened the door for Charles, ushering him into the dimly lit room.

The storage area was a cluttered mess, to say the least, with a seemingly endless supply of raw materials and half-baked inventions strung out across the wide warehouse. Charles stared wide-eyed as he scanned across the room’s labyrinth of boxes and containers as if he’d found the ABDL version of Area 51.

“This is where diaper dreams come to die,” said Tina, who was all too familiar with this room’s inventory thanks to her time slaving away as an intern, “Seriously, trying to find anything in storage is hell. You’d think SOMEONE at some point would’ve made an inventory list, but nope. The testing crew just stashes whatever doesn’t work and leaves it to gather dust. It can make running to get raw materials from here a living nightmare.”

Crouching down, Charles read the label on the large vat of something, curious as to what was inside. “Hey, um, speaking of raw materials, why is there a giant container of custard in here?” he asked humorously, disguising his curiosity to know what something like that would be doing in a diaper factory.

“Oh, lol, that’s Mark’s,” said Tina, sighing over the fond memories of celebrating Rocky’s birthday party, “He stashed it in here to hide it for Rocky’s party and I guess he just forgot about it. Not that that’s difficult, given how messy this place is.” She turned to walk down the central pathway of the storage room, gesturing for Charles to join her.

Standing back and jogging to catch up to Tina, Charles began growing concerned the further they traveled into the belly of the storage room. “Oh Goddess, I feel like I’m gonna be stuck here all night looking for those records.”

“Actually, you’re in luck. If there’s one thing that's been kept organized, it's the records room,” said Tina as they approached a small, metal cage with a padlock on it. Behind it was a wall of filing cabinets, each one meticulously labeled. She hopped up on her tiptoes and reached over the edge, snagging a small key from above the cage.

As Tina moved to unlock the records area, Charles continued to glance across all the boxes and inventions laying around without supervision. From dozens of diapers of varying thicknesses to clothing, kiddy toys, and sex toys, this room was an adult baby’s paradise. He silently thanked Ned for ensuring that his first task on the job would keep him in the storage facility for several days, giving him plenty of time in the near future to explore.

As he searched around, Charles wondered in the back of his mind which product he should test out first. With so many great options, he was having a bit of a kid in a candy store moment. That changed the moment he laid his eyes upon a single piece of clothing that he knew he needed to wear. Perched up on a stack of boxes was a big PVC onesie with an utterly massive waddle spreader built into it. Adding to the allure was its stunningly pink color and the cheeky drawing of a silhouetted padlock in the center of the bulky padding. He’d seen something like this online, but never had the means to buy it while he was living with his parents and working at a busy law firm. Now that he’d moved halfway across the country for his new job, however, there was nothing to stop him from exploring the fetish he’d always longed to engage with.

Meanwhile, having unlocked the cage, Tina stopped and noticed exactly what Charles’ focus was locked on. The CrissBaby Waddle Onesie was a test product from before she was an employee and one of Mark’s very first inventions. She’d spotted it a few times when back in storage and had even considered sneaking it home a few times herself. Though since Margrette had mentioned to her that it was one of her least favorite products she’d ever tested, her restraint had held up against its adorably infantile design.

Finally, Tina had some bit of evidence that Charles at the very least had a passive interest in ABDL. “You like?” she said, nudging him with her elbow and winking at him, “If you want to try it on, I won’t judge.”

Turning a soft shade of red, Charles bashfully shook off his transfixed state and scoffed at Tina’s assertion. “Oh, no way. That thing is waaaaay too girly for me,” he said defensively, not realizing that he’d only negated the color and not the base outfit itself.

Tina realized this but decided now wasn’t the best time to push the subject. Instead, she simply shrugged and said, “Well, it’s not going anywhere if you ever change your mind.”

BZZZ BZZZ

Suddenly, Tina’s phone began to vibrate audibly in her pocket. She reached down and checked what was up, noticing that it was time for her to clock out. “Crap, I gotta go. I don’t think Ned’s gonna approve any more overtime for me. Think you can find your way back to your office without me?” she asked graciously as she moved to tuck the record’s key back atop the cage.

“Oh, yeah, of course. I have a good memory for directions,” said Charles, still trying to claw back from his nervousness over being caught ogling such an embarrassing piece of fetish wear. He hoped Tina didn’t think he was going to try it on when she left, but judging by the look she was giving him, that ship had already set sail. As she said her good night and waved goodbye, he made the decision mentally not to let himself indulge, both out of a sense of duty to the company and out of fear of what might happen if he got caught. Better to save that stuff for when he was home alone. Instead, he put the plastic-fabric playsuit into his rearview mirror as he got to work sorting through the necessary files.

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KNOCK KNOCK!

“Are you still working in there?” said Ned as he pushed Charles’ private office door open. With his winter coat already on, it was obvious he was on his way out of the office.

Sure enough, Charles was sitting at his desk with several stacks of papers and folders spread out across his desk. He’d been so busy with everything that almost half of his office supplies and decorations were still in boxes. “Yeah, and I’ll probably be stuck here all night at this pace,” he said begrudgingly, “Ya know, contrary to what you told me, the testing crew keeps incredibly diligent notes of basically everything. I think all these discrepancies were more the fault of your previous lawyer than anyone in that department.”

“Oof, I was worried that might be the case. Sorry that you have to deal with so much busy work on your first day,” said Ned as he set a small present with a big, pink bow on it down on the end of Charles’ desk, “This is for you. All corporate employees get one.”

Pleased by the sudden appearance of a gift, Charles eagerly reached across the table and tore into the carefully wrapped box. He smiled as he pulled out a coffee mug with the company's logo on it. “Honestly, this is perfect. Now I don’t have to go digging through all my crap to find my mug tonight. Thanks, Ned.”

“No problem, call me if you need anything tonight,” said Ned as he turned to make his exit. He stopped in the doorway and turned back at Charles, “Oh, and check the inside of that mug. That’s not the only present that CrissBaby gives out. Have a good night, Chuck.”

Cringing at hearing his least favorite shortening of his name, Charles brushed it off and responded, “Night, Ned. See ya tomorrow.” He then reached into the mug, feeling an object that he was all too familiar with. Plucking out of the cup, he held in his hand a small novelty binky with the company logo displayed on the mouth shield. He snickered as he looked over the pacifier, knowing how inferior it was to the large selection he had at home. Nevertheless, it was a cute gesture.

There was still a lot Charles needed to learn about this company, but after only his first day, he was thanking his lucky stars that he’d stumbled upon the corporate listing for this opening. He smiled subtly as he dug back into the mountain of paperwork he had in front of him.

TO BE CONTINUED…