RegressCo - A Little Mix-Up (Patreon)

Richard has had his groceries delivered and found it’s the wrong order. Unfortunately this means wearing something he’d really rather not…

A Little Mix-Up

“What do you mean you can’t resend them until next week?”

Richard couldn’t believe this. First he regressed just before the official start of his first project management position and now everything he’d ordered from his local grocery store was mixed up with someone else's order. The brown hare was hardly a picky eater but the selection of products were way off being suitable for a bunny trying to keep his potty training in check.

“Sir, please calm down, there’s no need to have a tantrum”

“I am not…” he caught himself before raising his voice. That’s what they wanted, he told himself. He probably sounded like an annoyed kid given his regressed vocal chords.

“Look, is there any chance of getting it expedited? At all?”

There was a brief pause on the other end as the customer support agent clicked away on his computer.

“Are you alright with us substituting your salads?”

He sighed “That’s fine”

“Then we can get it to you in three days”

Richard grimaced, but that was at least some progress. He looked down at the mixed up order in front of him “What do I do with the stuff I’ve been sent?”

“Our policy for order mix ups is to consider what we’ve sent free for you to use. We apologize for the inconvenience but hope you’ll accept a 10% discount on your next order.”

“Whatever…” Richard muttered under his breath “Thank you”

“Have a good day little… sir” the customer service agent hung up before Richard could respond, the hare just groaning.

The contents of the bags were not overly offensive to him, but he was certainly going to have to bring some of this stuff into work tomorrow and see if others wanted any. At least there were some good finds, truffle oil and a bottle of quality red wine would be great for when he grew back up.

“Wait… what the heck are these?”

He grabbed at the large colorful package that had its own large paper bag and held it up in front of him.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” he exclaimed.

Simpl-Fi Simply Dry!

Bunny Size 5

The fact that the diapers were his size and shape did little to make the hare feel any better about this particular part of the order. It made him deeply aware of what he was currently wearing, a pair of Teddies Trainers that were, thankfully, dry and comfortable as they had been all day. He gave the waistband a quick flick, as if reassuring himself that he could still pull them down once he needed to.

He’d not really thought about how different these were to diapers until now. RegressCo was very keen on ensuring that every one of its customers had the right fit and diaper for their current level of development. Trainers were part of that, and while they fit toddlers just as well as regressees, they were designed to provide an ease of movement that diapers simply didn’t. He was potty trained, the trainers were a clear indication that at minimum he only had minor accidents or wet the bed in his current state. Certainly nothing big enough to require going back to the far more obvious diapers.

The thought that came after that made his face drop firmly into a frown.

“Wait… this is my last pair…”

He looked down at the diapers again. The thought of having to wear them forced a blush to his cheeks. A quick check to his watch confirmed that he’d need to wait until he got into work before getting any more trainers tomorrow. Hazelbrook kept itself to strict shifts, with no stores being open past seven in the evening so everyone could enjoy dinner. Bars and restaurants opened later and closed later of course but if you wanted to do your shopping, you got it delivered at the weekend (as most regressees did) or you went into the mall and picked it up during normal hours.

Sighing again, he threw the package into his bedroom and shuffled into his pajamas. He’d have to wear at least one of these things before he got into work tomorrow. He couldn’t go commando, and none of his underwear fit him at this age.

“Dammit”

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“Ugh… it’s just one diaper…” the hare muttered as he lay down on his bed, pulling one free of the packet. The thing crinkled loudly, his muzzle curling as he realized how obvious it would be that he was wearing one once he started moving. He’d gone to bed in his pull-ups, a small hope that maybe he’d stay dry and could get away with the unhygienic, but at least hidden, option of wearing them in and changing when he got in. But he’d soaked them, barely avoiding a wet bed, and now he was presented with the only option available. The Simpli-Fi diapers were vastly different to anything Teddies made, the entire design philosophy seemingly flipped on its head to produce something that seemed to maximize the babyishness of the product. Richard felt almost insulted by the idea that these could be for regressees. RegressCo wouldn’t ever make something this thick, nor something with a back that would ride up this high. It was like it was purposely designed to maximize its visibility. The leak guards were fluffy, the front waistband much more colorful than Teddies. Moving around in it would be difficult, likely giving him a waddle. He squeezed it trying to make it look a little thinner, if only to reassure him. Instead it flicked back to something that looked even more pillowy.. With a deep breath he opened it up and laid it flat on the bed. The babyish designs on the front clearly made to make diaper changes for both babies and regressees a cuter experience all round. A grimace came to his face as he realized how much like a toddler this was going to make him look.

Maybe that was the entire point, he thought. RegressCo focussed on making sure regressees and even toddlers were provided with helpful products for them. This diaper seemed to be made much more with caretakers in mind, something that made their lives easier. A thicker diaper saved time changing, it didn’t encourage potty training and slowed down the toddler they were now taking care of. His work in research and development had given him substantial insight into how RegressCo achieved their aims, but he could already see just from this one diaper that Simpli-Fi, whoever they were, had the opposite philosophy. Make products that make parents and guardians take shortcuts for their benefit and not regressees.

And now, he was having to get into one. A diaper not meant for someone who would work for six hours a day, but for a baby who was barely expected to walk. Would he even be able to undo the tapes once they were done up? Teddies could be removed, but the sticky tabs on this thing were much bigger and looked like they stuck down without any room for pudgy hands to get around the edges.

He sat down on it and felt his butt settle on the padding. It was like a cushion compared to his pull-ups, the entire thing covering his rear like someone had laid him on a pillow. He shuffled left and right, trying to get the thing to have an even side to both huge wings so that it fit him correctly once it was on.

“Ok, under my butt… slipped over and up… tapes…” he went through the motions, securing the diaper to his waist before sitting up and looking down at his handiwork. A large, bouncing bunny was on the front holding a colorful number five, their face in a huge grin. A small smile came to Richard's face as well, involuntarily. Something about it was… reassuring. The difference between the thickness of the diaper and his trainers was obvious, forcing his legs much more firmly apart. It crinkled a lot more too, something that he knew would make his co-workers much more aware of what he was wearing. But even knowing that, he strangely felt more comfortable, like they suited him. He moved himself into a crouching position and stuck his butt up into the air, looking back to make sure the puff of his tail had snuck through the hole in the back. A little adjustment was needed but he managed a smile as he wiggled his butt. These weren’t awful he thought to himself. Hardly something to make a fuss over. Besides, most regressees were seen as toddlers anyway. Him being in a diaper wouldn’t make anyone on the street bat an eye, even with a substantial waddle.

He hopped off the bed and found some clothes for work. A bright polo and some slacks would do today, especially as his chinos wouldn’t fit over his diaper. Grabbing his backpack he looked inside to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. The top of his diaper was hidden by the shirt but as he bent down the back of it rode up high and peeked out of the back, the large “5” indicating the size clearly visible to anyone who happened to look.

As he picked up his bag, he looked around. He was missing something that he needed to take into work, and his mind wasn’t quite finding the right object.

“Oh… yeah I need another pair of…”

Pair of what? His mind wandered trying to figure out what it had been he’d normally take a spare of into work with him. Each time he tried to grasp at the idea of what it might be it slipped away. He looked back towards the bed and saw the pack of diapers, a lightbulb and a grin popping onto his face.

“Ah! A spare diaper. Right!”

He took two more out of the pack and shoved them into his bag, barely fitting them in next to his book for the monorail and his spare pants. He’d just changed into a diaper and would probably need more than one more at work right? Something did feel off to him about that, but he paid it no heed as he grabbed his keys and monorail card and headed off into the office.

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“Morning Richard, you’re looking…”

As the hare walked into his office in RegressCo’s research and development department, he was greeted by his intern. A surprised look was on the kangaroo's face, her eyes drawn towards his pants and the puffy bulge that was visible through the sweatpants. She wasn’t much taller than him, but she was a quick thinker and definitely looking at a promotion soon. Richard reminded himself to tell his manager what an awesome sitter…intern she was!

“You’re diapered?” she managed to get the words out despite a gawk “But I thought…”

Richard cocked his head “Thought what?”

Her face went from a look of surprise to a forced smile “No… nothing! You were just potty training yesterday…”

Richard thought for a second. Had he? The potty was certainly something he was aware of, it was what kids in pull-ups used.

“I’m in diapers Grace, kids in diapers don’t use the potty” he said matter of factly, his face full of pride for getting one one up on his supposedly adult intern.

“I… I suppose you’re right…” she shook herself out of her confusion as Richard took his seat at his desk. They were in a two person office that came off the larger laboratory, its contents highly top secret. Richard knew that he had to keep everything in here secret from any non-RnD members of staff at RegressCo, and had processes in place to ensure it. While there weren’t many major competitors to their virtually monopoly in Hazelbrook, one piece of successful corporate espionage and they were behind the curve and missing out on patents. His folders were all locked in a safe behind his desk, were signed out whenever they were needed, and never allowed out of the lab. He felt a strange sense of pride as he put in the numbered code, took out what he needed and signed the paper to one side, as if remembering all this was far beyond what would be expected of him.

“Grace, what are we doing today?”

His intern once again looked confused “Richard… Are you sure you’re ok?”

He nodded “Yeah, of course!” he nodded “Just need to know what you want me to do!”

“I… well we were working on Project Five yesterday and I was compiling data from it…” she tapped her keyboard and checked her emails “I guess… you were working on that?”

Richard looked over his folder and started turning the pages. He could count pretty high, he reminded himself, so finding Project Five should be easy. Sure enough, he found the polythene protected paperwork that he’d written up yesterday and started to give them a look over. Frustratingly, every time he read the first line, it felt like it just turned into a foggy mess in head. He tried looking further down the page, maybe to find some pictures. Nothing except some complicated looking lines and numbers.

“Here you go, morning sippy of juice”

He was drawn out of his attempts at reading by Grace, who offered him the colorful flask. He took it eagerly gulping down the drink. He could feel a small amount dribbling down his muzzle but paid it no mind.

“Wow… did you not have enough to drink this morning?” Grace giggled “I’ll get you another”

Richard just nodded past the cup, it nearly drained already from his enthusiastic consumption of its contents. With a big breath he laid it back down on the desk and lay back in his chair, letting the cool liquid settle in his stomach.

“Here ya go, glad to see you’re keeping hydrated!” Grace took the empty sippy cup and replaced it. Richard looked up and smiled at her, before an annoying grumble in his stomach made itself audible

“Oops! Just a sec!” Grace lifted Richard over and gave him a few firm pats on his back. Shocked, he went to complain, but the moment his mouth opened a huge belch came out.

“There, feel bett…” Grace suddenly looked shocked “Oh my gosh I’m sorry boss I didn’t mean to… I mean you definitely needed burping and…”

Richard tried to regain some composure “Grace, I’m not a baby. I don’t need burRRRRP”

The kangaroo couldn’t help but giggle as another one emerged as Richard tried to get the upper hand back.

“Sor… sorry boss!”

Richard pouted and  looked back down at his folder, an audible huff coming from his muzzle. He looked back down at his folder. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and at this rate he’d get nothing done at all.

Just as he was about to give up, a thought occurred.

“Grace, could you read this to me?” he held up the folder and showed it to her “I can’t understand any of it.”

Seeing surprise on Grace’s face was going to be a feature today, he noted “Sure boss, do you want me to come over there or…”

“Nah I’ll just sit on your lap, it’ll be…” Richard stopped. Had he really just said that?

“Oh! Right, of course!” she turned her chair and patted her knees “Hop up, I’m sure it’ll be fine, once we’ve both gone over it.”

Swallowing his pride, Richard waddled over to his intern and accepted her invitation. Her arms lifted him onto her legs, her face suddenly changing from happiness to shock.

“Wait… when did you wet?”

“Huh?”

“You’re soaked! I can feel your diaper through your slacks!”

The kangaroo adjusted him on her lap so that she could pull the front of his pants away. Richard looked down and saw the front of his diaper, the white front now distinctly discolored and the bunny having slightly blurred.

“So? That’s what the diaper is for” Richard responded.

“Well, yes but… wait what diapers are these?”

Richard shrugged “I got them in my groceries, some other company”

Grace raised an eyebrow “These are much thicker than Teddies…” she gave the top of the waistband a tug “No wonder you’ve been waddling so much!”

The hare gave Grace a look of annoyance “I was not waddling that much. These diapers push my legs apart quite a bit and…”

“And you’ve really given them a workout!” Grace exclaimed putting him on the ground and bending down to pull his trousers to his feet “Goodness me, another wetting and you’d have leaked all over the seat. Didn’t you even realize you were wet?”

Richard grimaced “No, but then babies don’t care when they’re wet do they?”

Grace raised her eyebrow “Boss, you’re not a bab… well you are sort of but… I mean at least in a Teddies you’d feel being wet. These things really must wick away fast…”

Richard crossed his arms “Look, can we focus on this” he pointed to the folder “We need to…”

In response Grace simply picked him up and headed back towards his desk “We can focus on that when you’ve been changed. I assume you’ve got more in your bag?”

Richard pouted “Put me down Grace! I need to get on with…”

“Sorry boss, you know company policy. You remind others of it enough”

He groaned, annoyed that he was being lectured “Yes, but…”

“No buts'' Grace bent down and picked up his bag, taking him towards the lab changing room “A change takes priority over all other work, for the benefit of both regressees and their colleagues.” she gave him a little smile “It’ll only take five minutes.”

Grumbling, Richard let himself get carried towards the back of the lab. A few other employees noticed his intern carrying him with his pants still at his feet and knew exactly what was happening. A few giggles accompanied a mixture of interest in the diaper he was wearing. Apparently he really had discovered some new brand no one had ever seen.

“Right, let’s get you into another diaper shall we. If I hear one complaint from you you’re not getting your pants back” Grace placed him on the changing table at the back of the bathroom “Deal?”

As the tapes came undone on his diaper, Richard felt his thumb start slowly working towards his maw. Just before it got there, he nodded in response.

“Deal”