There was one important lesson I learned in my first job out of nursing school: fraternization was strictly discouraged – especially when it happened in a supply closet at work. After an abrupt and somewhat undignified exit, job hunting dragged on for months. With my savings running low, I finally managed to charm my way into a new position at Rosewood Manor, a home for the affluent elderly, two towns over.
Unlike at the clinic, I was the only male nurse on staff. Determined to not blow my chance, I strived to be my best professional self and resist temptation. It certainly helped that most other nurses were in their forties and fifties.
In my first week, they assigned Linda to show me the ropes. About the same age as my mother, she was a resolute, full-figured brunette with the exact same level of tolerance for sloppiness and excuses: none whatsoever. Needless to say, I was on my best behavior.
“It’s time you met Carol,” she said, glancing at her clipboard. “I haven’t seen her for hours, and I’d be surprised if she didn’t need a change.”
Diaper changes were my least favorite part of the job, but in a place where most residents were in their eighties, it was unavoidable and often assigned to the most junior member on staff.
“Carol?” I asked. “That’s the crazy one, right?”
Linda chuckled. “When they’re rich, you call them eccentric.”
“What’s her deal? I hear she’s young – in her fifties.”
“She just loves our service. Lives here on and off, and since she’s our biggest donor, we’re directed to cut her some slack. Doesn’t mean we have to put up with all her bullshit.”
“So, she’s incontinent?” I asked.
“Nope. That’s the thing. Just wait until you meet her.”
Harold the janitor was mopping the elevator, so we took the stairs to the second floor where Carol and the wealthier of our residents had their rooms. Everything looked recently renovated: the posh red carpet was deep and swallowed our steps, and the walls were freshly painted in a soft beige.
We walked down the hallway, Linda gasping slightly from climbing two flights of stairs, when the door to 207 opened and Richard strode out, a broad grin on his face. He was bald and in his late seventies, but he had a distinct spring in his step.
“Isn’t that Emily’s room?” I asked quietly after he had turned the corner.
“Yep. Back when I started out, residents would watch TV and play bingo. Now, with that little blue pill, nursing homes are a bigger fuck fest than college.” She shot me an amused glance. “Doesn’t mean you can partake, so keep it in your pants, Romeo.”
Of course, the rumors had already spread. Not that I was tempted: the thought of Emily’s shriveled, eighty-year-old pussy was enough to keep my dick limp and me, finally, out of trouble.
We stopped in front of 237. Linda knocked.
“Come in,” came a cheery voice from inside.
It hit me the moment I opened the door – the unmistakable, familiar smell of a full diaper. Urine was usually absorbed and neutralized, but there was nothing that would mask the smell of feces. This wasn’t fresh either; it must have been stewing for a while.
The woman, however, was nothing like I expected. She sat in an armchair by the window, a book in her lap, and looked much younger than the fifty-two years on file. Still twice my age, yet a stunning beauty with wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes. Her blue, long-sleeved onesie strained over a generous pair of breasts, making me instantly forget about the stench.
“Stop gaping, Mateo,” Linda said, giving me a shove. “Carol, meet Mateo, our new nurse. Mateo, this is Carol.”
Carol glanced over her reading glasses. “Wow,” she said. “Looks like we got ourselves a hot one.” She smiled, but the glint in her eye was almost predatory. “I don’t see a ring on your finger. Are you single?”
“Y-yes.”
“Doesn’t matter. What happens at Rosewood Manor stays at Rosewood Manor. Play your cards right, and we’re gonna have fun together.”
“Leave the kid alone, Carol.” Linda extended her hand. “Come on, you need a change. If you keep sitting in it, you’ll get yourself a nasty rash.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
Linda squinted her eyes, just like my mother. “I’m telling you. I’m not asking.”
With a sigh, Carol took the offered hand, lifting herself out of the armchair. Standing up straight, she stretched and yawned. The diaper under her onesie was sagging and swollen to an impressive size.
“Get it all out,” Linda said. “If I come back here in an hour and you’re again sitting in a shitty diaper, you won’t get dessert tonight.”
“What’s for dessert?”
Linda gnawed on her lip. “I don’t know. But I’ll also cut your Wifi.”
“Fine. You’re such a spoilsport.”
Transfixed, I stared as the woman bent over slightly, sticking her butt toward me. Grimacing, she pushed her bowels into the already full diaper, making the massive bulge grow even larger.
“I think that’s all for now,” she said, shaking her ass. “Happy?”
“Awesome, Carol. Thanks for your cooperation.”
Linda disappeared into the bedroom to prepare the bed, but before I could follow, Carol grabbed my shoulder. “So you’re the one who fucked his way through Hope Valley? You must be quite the stud.”
I blushed. “It… uh… it wasn’t all that many. They blew it completely out of proportion.”
She smiled, tucking a strand of beautiful blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m sure. But I can see how the girls would drop their panties for you, handsome. Do you go to the gym? You look like you work out.”
“I… uh… yes, I do.”
“I knew it.” She took a step toward me and patted the front of her diaper. “Do you like a dirty woman? When she gets all slutty for you? I haven’t been properly butt-fucked for the longest time. I’d be thrilled to spread my legs for you as soon as this diaper’s off.”
“Carol!” shouted Linda. “Knock it off!”
With two quick steps, I slipped into the bedroom.
It was a spacious room with a king size bed. Hanging from the headboard was a pair of padded institutional cuffs, one on the left and one on the right side of the frame.
“Wait up, honey,” Carol cooed. Then, with a mischievous grin, she reached for the small magnetic lock at the back of her neck that prevented her from taking off the onesie. “I’d drop my panties, but I’m trapped in this suit. They refuse to give me the key.”
“Damn right,” Linda said. “In the name of hygiene and decency. As long as you can’t keep your hands out of that diaper or, God forbid, use the toilet like a normal person, that thing stays locked on.”
Carol shrugged. “Like I said, you’re such a spoilsport.”
“And worst of all,” Linda said, placing an absorbent mat on the bed, “our Carol likes to snack.”
I swallowed. “Snack? You mean…?” It took me a moment, then I grinned. “Okay, got it. Messing with the new guy.”
Linda rolled her eyes. “Oh, I wish.”
Carol smiled a blissful smile as she lay down on the bed. “My Bruce, bless his heart, he loved to play dirty. Nobody changed my diapers more often than he did.” She winked at Linda. “Being a bit kinky helps with nabbing yourself a rich husband.”
“Gimme your hands.”
“Oh, sorry.” Carol raised her hands, allowing her wrists to be cuffed to the bed. “Linda doesn’t trust me.”
“I still remember what happened last month,” Linda said. “When I thought you’d learned to behave.”
She reached into her pocket for the magnet key and pressed it against the small lock at the inside of Carol's left ankle. With a soft click, it sprang open. Linda then opened the zipper along the inseam of the suit, exposing Carol’s swollen diaper under a thick plastic cover. It was already a mess. Fortunately, the cover had caught the feces that had seeped out.
“I’m sure we’ll be fast friends, Mateo,” Carol said, lifting her butt to let Linda peel off the dirty cover. “You can ask anyone on this floor – nobody sucks dick better than I do. Not even Emily, that foxy little slut. Am I right, Linda?”
“Uh-huh.” Linda muttered something under her breath. When she ripped open the tabs and unfolded the diaper, the stench was eye-watering. Every inch of Carol’s crotch was coated by a thick layer of excrement. In almost two years at Hope Valley, I had never seen anything like it.
I coughed, stifling a gag.
“It spread a little when I rubbed myself,” Carol said with a girlish giggle. “It’s not easy getting myself off when the padding’s this thick, but I have lots of practice.” There it was again, that predatory glint. “But to get what you want, you have to be persistent.”
“Speaking of persistence.” Linda handed me a pair of gloves. “You’re going to be on diaper duty from now on. Make yourself useful.”
“Me?” I stared at the filthy crotch, retching. I retreated and narrowly avoided chucking up my lunch.
“Unless you have something better lined up. But with your grades and references, I guess you’ll be looking for a while.”
Carol lifted her head and grinned. “There’s a beautiful lickable cunt under all this mess. Let’s get to it! I haven’t come in almost an hour.”
Just thinking about this proposition made my stomach turn. “I… uh… I think I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself. It takes a while to get there, but we’ve got time, you and me.” She tugged at the padded cuffs. “Clean me up, and I’ll suck your dick. Or whatever else you want. I’m at your mercy, handsome.”
Linda gave me a pat on the shoulder, then left me to deal with this mess. I opened the bedroom window, steeling myself before I got to work.
Yes, changing diapers was unavoidable in this line of work. But this? This was by far my dirtiest task in two years on the job. She watched me as I scraped, wiped, and dried. Lotion and diaper rash cream were next, just in case, then a generous amount of powder.
“You’re really sure there’s nothing else you want?” she asked, letting her head fall back on the bed. “That’s a missed opportunity, my friend.”
I didn’t answer. With the fresh diaper and a new cover on, I zipped her onesie, making sure the zipper was locked, then uncuffed her from the bedframe.
She sat up. “Now that was fun. Not as much as it could have been, but I do love a handsome man fingering my cunt.”
I stuffed the dirty diaper into the black plastic bag along with all the soiled wet wipes and tissues and knotted it. That heavy thing needed to go into the bin immediately.
When I turned to leave, she blocked my way. “Too bad you locked me back up. I would have showed you my tits. All natural; they’re quite the sight.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Oh, cheer up! I’m just having fun.”
“Not exactly how I imagined this job,” I said, holding the bag far away from me. “I knew it was too good to be true, getting hired here.”
She chuckled. “Baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but a lot of nurses apply for jobs at Rosewood Manor, and almost all of them are better qualified. And that’s even without taking your little backstory into account.”
I glanced up. “You know my CV?”
“Of course. Brian, the general manager, asked for my input. There was a range of excellent candidates – fine men and women. But truth be told, you were the only one who got my juices flowing.”
The realization took a moment to sink in.
“You’re telling me I got hired for my looks?”
“Relax. Your looks and extracurricular activities certainly did play a role, but you wouldn’t have gotten the job if you weren’t sufficiently qualified.”
“Now that’s a relief.”
“You’ve got a choice,” she said, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. “You can come up here twice a day and change my diapers. I’d be on my best behavior, we’d make polite smalltalk, and that’s it.“
“Or?”
“Or, when I’m naked and tied up, you pick whatever hole you like and stick your dick in it. Go to town on me. Really fuck my brains out, okay? You’re young – don’t tell me you can’t handle two fucks a day.”
I scratched my head. At Hope Valley, I had seen a lot more action than that.
“Look,” I said, retreating toward the door, “this is exactly the kind of stuff that got me fired. I have a mountain of student debt, and rent isn’t cheap either.”
“Baby, you’ve got to understand one thing: half this place runs on my donations. You will have one hundred percent job security. And to show you my appreciation, whenever you catch me alone and I’m locked into this suit, you just snap your fingers and I’ll be on my knees to suck your dick. I have skills you wouldn’t believe.”
“Huh. Just like that?”
“Just like that.” She smirked, rubbing the front of her fresh diaper. “And to sweeten the deal, I’ll also give you twenty bucks per fuck. That should help cover your rent and your other expenses.”
“Wouldn’t… wouldn’t that make me a whore?”
She laughed. “We’re all whores one way or another. Just ask Brian. Eating me out gets you another twenty bucks, and the first time you lick my cunt when it’s covered with shit, I’ll pay you five-hundred.”
My eyes went wide. “F-five-hundred? Oh my God.”
“You’ll be a top tier whore, young man.” She straightened the collar of my shirt. “Now, it looks like you caught me alone. Maybe you would like to snap your fingers? I’m happy to audition.”
My heart was racing. Having this amazing, irresistible woman at my beck and call? Even being paid for doing what I arguably did best? I didn’t think this was smart. In all likelihood, it was a tremendously stupid idea.
I snapped my fingers anyway.
“Very good!” She dropped to her knees in front of me. “See? It’s automatic. Perfect, unquestioned obedience.” She reached for my belt. “Let’s get those pesky pants out of the way, and I’ll show you what an experienced slut can do with her mouth.”