Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Mrs. Mash yawned a little, as she shifted about in her seat. It was certainly taking a long time for those folks at Appian to get back to her.

Mrs. Mash checked her “security blanket”, and was relieved to hear the familiar crinkle that told her it was still clean. She still didn’t quite understand how it had come to this.

The work day had started out like any other for Mrs. Mash., until she had been called into the back office by her boss.

“Our online division is getting some new data software installed by Appian later today.” the boss had told her “We need someone to stay after hours, and work with them to make sure everything is running smoothly.”

Despite her protests, Mrs. Mash had been chosen to be that someone. And so it was that she was sitting in a desk chair, while she waited to hear word from Appian that the installment process was complete.

Seconds ticked by, then minutes, and yet no notification of an update was received. Mrs. Mash checked and checked, but her email box continued to display no messages.

Suddenly, Mrs. Mash became aware of an all too familiar sensation. She had to go the little girls room, and she had to go really badly. But her boss had specifically instructed her not to leave her post, until the Appian guys had finished installing the software, and it was tested to ensure it worked properly.

Trying to ignore the feeling didn’t help, and neither did checking the email box for new messages. Sighing, Mrs. Mash realized she had no other options. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to find out just how strong these diapers are.” she thought to herself, and stopped trying to hold back. Years of not only going through potty training herself, but also teaching her sons to go in the toilet and not their diapers made it rather difficult at first. But eventually, the silence in the room was broken by a loud hissing sound, and a rude noise.

“It’s a good thing nobody is around to see this.” Mrs. Mash thought to herself, cringing slightly about what she’d just done. Surprisingly enough though, her “security blanket” seemed almost none the worse for wear. Her “accident” was hardly noticeable, unless one looked really close.

Just a few seconds later, the email that Mrs. Mash had been waiting forever for appeared. The data software installment was complete, and everything was running smoothly.

Mrs. Mash yawned once again, as she turned off the computer and rose from her seat. “Well, at least now I can get changed out of this thing.” she said to herself, and slowly tiptoed down the hall to the ladies room. She was just grateful her company had the foresight to install adult sized changing tables in each of their bathrooms.

Sometimes, working at a company that sold adult diapers could have its perks.