RegressCo - Exceptionally Qualified

Chase is looking for a new secretary after regression had forced him to find someone with additional care skills. So far it’s been a pretty dull day with no standout candidates, but that’s all about to change…

RegressCo - Exceptionally Qualified

“Carol, can you send the next candidate in please?”

Chase let the button of the intercom go and leaned back in his seat. The booster seat under him shifted a little as his back pushed against the soft rear of the office chair, his fluffy husky tail swishing back and forth along the ergonomic supports. A little wiggle of his butt, crinkling noticeably, was enough to set it back into place as he grabbed the stapled resume of the next interviewee, resting it on top of his laptop keyboard. Carol, whose last day was tomorrow, had been something of a nightmare after his regression, OK with organisation but just not suited to taking care of him at this age. He’d definitely felt his pride hurt each time she made those faces when she changed him… Not her fault he supposed.

Now he was three candidates into the process of choosing his next one. He could already tell this was going to be a long day where no one really stood out. He was tired of listening to the same answers over and over, buzzwords being thrown around while he tried to pry into their work history and personality. The resume of the next candidate, a mare who recently graduated from a nearby community college, at least had been working since high-school. Receptionist of five years and a degree in “Early Childhood Education” was basically the job description to a tee at its basic level. Being head of product development meant bouncing ideas off your co-workers and having someone around who wasn’t just drilled into corporate buzzwords was often helpful.

A loud knock at the door made him look up from the paper “Come in.”

The mare opened the door and quietly made her way up to his desk. She carried herself pretty well, certainly didn’t look at all nervous. A large handbag was draped over her shoulder, a well ironed dress suit clearly indicating she was taking this more seriously than the previous candidates. Good start.

“Please sit down…” he looked at the resume again “Miss Hawthorne”

“Thank you dearie, I appreciate the invitation to interview” she smiled, her lipstick and makeup clearly carefully applied. She exuded an aura Chase had seen in others in the office that were confident with kids, though the affectionate tone was a little forward. He poured her a glass of water and shifted again, doing his best to make it clear he was still the authority here.

“So, I’m going to ask you a few questions, just let me know if you’d like me to repeat anything”

“Thank you dear, please go ahead” that tone once again came to the fore. If she really was the best candidate he’d have to be a bit clearer on where things stood when she started.

“So, first of all, what attracted you to work at RegressCo?” Chase had asked this so many times and received the same answer so many times that he was basically prepared to follow up anything.

“Why, you dearie.”

OK, he hadn’t prepared for that.

“I’m sorry?”

“I applied for this job because I know I can be the perfect secretary for you. You already know from my resume I have the experience with adorable little kiddos like yourself, and I can assure you my organisational skills are exceptional”

Chase flared his nostrils. The emphasis she was placing on his regressed state was bordering on deliberately offensive.

“Miss Hawthorne please don’t…”

“Call me Jennifer dearie… or maybe Nanny might work better?”

Chase couldn’t hold himself back at this point “Nanny, please don’t…” he stopped “What… I’m not calling you Nanny, Nanny” he shook his head a little, looking at his interviewee.

“Really? It sounds like it to me kiddo.” a little smile made its way across her muzzle, her eyes staying fixed on Chases.

“Look, please stop calling me that, or I’ll ask my secretary to remove you from the…”

“Oh I do apologise, I’m just so used to taking care of little ones. After all, I have a degree in the subject, which is another reason RegressCo appeals. After all, you produce a wide range of products for every market on the planet. I bet you really enjoy being able to try out such a wide array of toys”

That emphasis again. Chase felt a distinct feeling of frustration welling up inside him. Regression tended to make it harder to control emotions like anger and distress, but he wasn’t going to let this mare get to him.

“Nan… Look, I appreciate that your qualifications are clearly top notch, but I would really appreciate it if you… if you…”

He looked down at his right hand, a noise coming from the desk. He was shaking a small paperweight snow globe, the little tinkling sounds distracting him and pulling his focus.

“Goodness, quite the playful little kiddo aren’t you Chasey?” she pulled one leg over the other and leaned forward onto the desk, resting her muzzle on the end of her hands “Sure you’re not in need of a little assistance”

Chase went to answer but his eyes widened immediately as he felt a warm patch start to spread across the front of his diaper. There had been zero warning from his bladder that he’d needed to release, and while some of his colleagues had long since stopped caring about that, he’d been looking to get on the potty chart.

“Nanny, please.” he shook his head again. What was this mare doing to him… she had to be doing something, she’d been trying to pull him down from the moment she arrived.

“What did you do to me?”

“Me? I’m sorry baby I haven’t done anything”

That emphasis again, that sweet saccharin tone and deliberate pinpoint way she was poking at his emotions.

“Stop! You’re making me all…” Chase felt the warmth around his groin again as he shifted in his seat. Normally he hated the feeling, and he called for Carol seconds after an accident. But this time it felt… right.

“Chasey, I’m not doing anything. Did you have an accident? Is that why you’re all cranky”

“I’M NOT CRANKY” Chases hand shot to his mouth. All of the control he’d had over the emotions had seemingly vanished in an instant, all of them welling upside him and desperate for release “YOU’RE BEING MEAN NANNY!”

The mare leaned back in her chair, sighing and looking at her fingernails “I’ve done nothing at all except tell you how qualified I am. I don’t think I need to provide anything more than my resume, and how you’re responding to me now honestly shows how much you could use my experience.”

Chase balled up his fists and slammed them on the desk, pulling himself off the chair and forward towards her “You made me wet my diapey!” again his hand returned to his maw. He never used words like that…

“Oh dear, is that what happened? Well isn’t that what a baby like you does, Chasey? I bet it feels right, doesn’t it? You could stay in it for as long as you wanted…”

Chase shook his head. This was getting ridiculous, he could tell she was doing something to him. He needed to get control over the situation, get things back on track.

“This is silly! I’m not a baby! I don’t want to stay in this diaper any more!” he pulled at the tapes, his pudgy fingers slipping around the Velcro. Diaper tapes had been reinforced and designed to make it hard for regressed kids to undo them. Too many incidents of jay birding in the office...

“Chasey honey, it’s OK. Babies don’t mind being in wet diapers.”

“Yeah, well I’m not a baby, Nanny!” he’d given up trying to avoid saying it at this point. There were more pressing issues at hand. Just as he was about to give up, a thought occurred.

“You know what, you want to prove you can do this job… Change me! Right here on the desk.”

Jennifer giggled a little at the attempted show of authority “Really? Well I’m glad I bought some diapers in my bag…” she pulled her handbag up to her lap and rifled through the largest pocket. She drew out the folded plastic square of a fresh Snuggums, something Chase immediately recognised from its prevalence around the office changing rooms.

“Lie down dearie, I’ll show you what I can do”

Chase pouted, pulling himself off the chair and onto the desk. It was easily big enough to change him on and it didn’t take long for the mare to clear enough space. He looked up the ceiling light as she pulled off his shoes and suit pants, carefully folding the latter and putting them to one side.

“Dear me Chasey, you really soaked this Snuggums didn’t you?” she cooed, tickling his inner thighs. He managed to resist a giggle coming to the fore.

“Just… change me into a new diaper Nan.. just change me” he crossed his arms and looked to one side, a visible blush coming to his cheeks.

“Oh baby don’t you worry, Nanny will have you all cleaned up in no time.” he could hear the smile on her face. That look of satisfaction was audible even if he couldn’t see it.

“It must be so hard for you to be head of a department. Shouldn’t you delegate tasks more? I can help out you know… if you hire me.”

“I don’t ne… mpph.. Neph…” his eyes opened wide as he felt his thumb make its way into his muzzle. He could feel his head responding by focusing on the suckling motion, his anger and distress beginning to fade as the tapes on his diaper were removed and the soggy mass was balled up to one side.

“There you go, just relax baby. Nanny doesn’t mind helping out around your office if you need it you know. After all, we can always negotiate responsibilities within the department once I join, can’t we?”

Chase pulled his head up to look at her again. His balled up fist blocked his view a little as he continued to suckle on his thumb. His legs felt like they were moving of their own accord, squirming and shifting as she drew wipes up and down his legs. He felt extra ticklish down there, a little giggle coming from behind his thumb, a thin line of drool unavoidably making its way down the back of his muzzle.

“Stay still for Nanny Chasey, just got to get you powdered up.” Jennifer looked him in the eye. He couldn’t stop himself squirming, but he wanted to try. Not for her but just to keep focused on something. This was all wrong… even if it felt so good.

As the first puffs of powder came down on his nethers, the husky leaned his head back again, waiting for this to be over. Once he was out of it he could get on the intercom, get Carol to come in and send Nanny… send this woman away. He needed to get out of this.

“Leggies up!” an involuntary giggle came from his muzzle again as the new Snuggums was laid under him and his tail pulled through its rear hole. He’d never liked wearing diapers, he told himself that over and over in his head as the new one was pulled up between his legs. Once it was taped shut though he couldn’t help but feel safer, more secure.

“There we go! I think I’ve more than proved I can do that part of the job, huh Chasey?”

He continued to suck on his thumb, trying to pull himself into a seated position. With a monumental effort he shifted his weight onto his other arm and forced himself in a crawl. His legs felt like jelly, ticklish and out of his control.

“Pleash… whash hash u done?”

“I didn’t do anything baby” her voice bounced around in his head, drowning out the rest of his thoughts.

“N...no… this is…. I need… Cawol” he crawled over to the intercom, it’s big red activation button within easy reach.

“But baby I could help you out. Carol is a lovely person, but imagine having a meeting with your Nanny by your side”

His pudgy finger slammed onto the button, his body slipping forward towards the microphone as he nearly lost his balance.

“CAWOL, NANNY CHANGED MY DIAPEE” he let go of the button immediately and shot backwards. He’d never meant to say that! He wanted her help, not to announce what was happening!

“Oh goodness! You sound so proud of me! I guess I must be very close to getting this position if you want to tell your current secretary how good I job I did.”

Chase felt panic set in. If he couldn’t even talk properly how could he get himself out of this. What’s worse is the insidious thoughts he could feel during his change were getting stronger. His legs felt ticklish… but good. The suckling motion of his thumb was relaxing him. His diaper felt safe, secure.

“Nuh-uh!” he pulled his laptop back towards him. He’d type out a message of help if he had to.

“What’s the matter Chasey? Do you want Nanny to help you with your big boy laptop?”

He could feel the sweetness in her voice make his head swim. He opened up his email client, desperately typing with one hand across the keyboard as the other. The fog in his brain made it hard to focus but he was sure he was getting what he needed down.

“Awww, that’s such a sweet message Chasey. I’m so glad you want to tell everyone you’re looking forward to having a new Nanny, but I think you might want to spell-check it before you send it”

He shook his head, trying to clear it. What was she talking about, he’d been typing out a message of help… hadn’t he?

“Hey everyone!

Chasey here from Produc Devewopment! I want to weclome our bran new hire Nanny Jennifer! She’s super good at chaging my diapees and she lets me suck my thum all day!

You’re all swuper cool, but I have da bestest Nanny in the hole wold!”

Bestest wishes

Chasey”

His mouth would’ve dropped if it wasn’t still suckling on his thumb. Every word was almost perfectly designed to ruin whatever reputation he might have. He’d kept himself from mentally regressing like other colleagues, resisting every urge. This stupid poopie-headed mare!

“You'wa meanie!”

Jennifer sighed “But I haven’t done anything baby. I thought big boys like you could handle themselves, but maybe not.” she got up off the seat “I guess I could just leave now…”

Chase instinctively grabbed at her arm. He barely even realised why, but regardless of whether he wanted her to stay for good or just stay to remove whatever she was doing, the result was the same.

“Nuh-uh! You fix dis!” he pulled hard, trying to get her to sit down again.

“Fix what? I think I’ve already done plenty to prove I can work here Chasey. Fixing anything else means I want to be paid…”

He was in a corner. She’d got him, either he gave her the job or he’d be stuck as a drooling, thumb-sucking baby, and he didn’t have a nan… secretary!

“FINE!” he pulled himself gingerly to his feet, wobbling awkwardly but trying to put some semblance of his adulthood forward.

Jennifer smiled, zipping up her bag and looking into the huskies eyes “Thank you so much Chasey! I can’t wait to get to work!” she tickled him under the chin, pulling his thumb from his maw “So, as you’ve been such a good boy I guess I can head home and get ready for tomorrow huh?”

Chase felt the fog disappear from his head. His legs straighten, his mind refocusing. His thumb stayed clear of his muzzle and he felt control starting to return over his emotions. She’d let him go, whatever she’d been doing she’d let him go.

“You… you did something to me. You’ve got the job now, but if you try that again I’ll be ready next time.”

Jennifer started to walk towards the door, leaving Chase standing on his desk in just the Snuggums and his dress shirt “Really baby if you think that was hard to deal with, I can’t wait until we get started on your... development”

Chase instantly felt himself start to lose control again. And this time he could feel where. His bowels shifted, his entire body tightening up as he leaned forward into a squat. His thumb returned to his muzzle, the good feelings returning as his new Nanny opened the door and left the room. The back of his diaper expanded as he pushed, the mess pulling it down towards his knees as some rather loud noises joined the crinkling of the padding as it took on the load being deposited in it. The relief was just as intense as every other feeling, almost euphoric. He wanted it to feel wrong, but he couldn’t help a dumb smile pull across his muzzle as a final grunt forced the remainder of the accident into his padding. He stood there for a few moments, processing everything, the feeling of his thumb in his maw, the mass in the rear of his Snuggums that was pressed tightly against his rear, the little ticklish feeling in his legs that made him want to get on his hands and knees and crawl back under the desk…

As he tried to straighten up, he stepped backwards, slipping on the resume he’d left to one side. With a little scream he landed butt first down onto the desk.

A sudden “BONG” sound from under him made his eyes go wide.

He hadn’t landed on the desk, he’d landed on his laptop. And under his squishy diapered butt was the large enter key that his fall had depressed.

The little “Email Sent” notification appeared for a brief moment before Chase burst into a bawl that Carol didn’t need the intercom to hear.