Latrine Duty
Henry looked up at the building in front of him. It was a tall, multi-storied building that seemed as if it were a few decades old. Its outer appearance seemed vaguely reminiscent to a college dormitory, though as he stepped through the door, he saw a much different inside. The building opened up with a small lobby with staircases on both sides, and a simple map at the other end of the room displayed what seemed to be the floor plan. The map showed a two-sided building, which each staircase leading into a different hall for the platoon. The halls splintered off into large rooms instead of single spaces for each recruit. It seems privacy is not much of a priority in the army.
Henry looked down the two hallways in the first floor as another recruit walked past him, on his way out. His quick peek into the large recruit’s rooms glimpsed metal bed frames covered in dark green sheets in groups of four. Henry sighed nervously as he clutched his fluffy bag of diapers. How was he supposed to hide the padding now? The paper bag might’ve covered most of the plastic packaging, but there was no way he’d be able to keep it hidden from his other roommates forever.
“Private, might I ask what you’re doing staring off into space instead of making yourself useful?!” A voice boomed from behind Henry, in shock he turned around and lost his grip on his paperwork and his pack of diapers. A fluffy, plastic wrinkling could be heard as the bag collided to the ground as the papers slid across the lobby floor.
“Sorry Sir, I was… uh, just figuring out where to go…” Henry choked out, still flustered in surprise. As he turned around, a burly man with short, jet-black hair and matching dark eyes with a moustache stood commanding his attention. His large build filled out his camouflage fatigues, as he stood nearly half a foot above Henry’s standing height with a stern look with his arms crossed. Henry blushed as he seemed vaguely reminiscent of a man he’d be calling ‘Daddy’ at his town’s leather bar. “Today’s my first day… I’m just a bit lost.” Henry gathered up his papers and handed them to the man as he sighed.
“New recruit huh? Well, you’re the one I’ve been waiting for then. Welcome to my platoon soldier, I’m your new commanding officer, Sergeant Carter. Give me your papers kid, I don’t have all day.” He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. ‘I feel like he was expecting someone a little bit more… promising’ Henry thought to himself as he passed the papers over in what he hoped was the right order.
“Dennis Henry…” he sighed disappointedly. “I’ve got to say kid, most men your size usually end up in another industry for one reason or-“ Sgt Carter stopped short as his face turned into a half frown. “Special enrollment? You’ve gotta be fuckin’…” The sergeant mumbled angrily as he picked up the bag of diapers. Henry felt his cheeks burning red with embarrassment as the gruff and handsome man turned to look down on him.
“Sir please, there’s some sort of misunderstanding. I don’t actually need those, the doctor was just-“ Henry was cut off by his higher up pushing the bag back into his arms. “I don’t want to hear it, just come with me and I’ll show you to your room.” Henry looked down bashfully as Sgt Carter began climbing the stairs behind him. They reached the 2nd floor and turned to the left to the B-Hall. The Sgt scanned his ID card at the door and opened it to Henry’s new home. “So Sir, what exactly does ‘Special enrollment’ mean?” Henry lost his train of thought as the door swung open and felt multiple pairs of eyes glaze him over.
“’TEN, HUT!” Sgt Carter yelled to the three men sharing his small living quarters. They were all noticeably younger than the higher-ups Henry had encountered so far. The three boys quickly fell in line in front of their squad leader. “This is Pvt Dennis Henry; he’ll be joining your platoon moving forward. I want you all to get this sorry excuse for a recruit in shape.” Sgt Carter succinctly yelled to his crew.
“Sir, yes Sir!” The three men simultaneously replied with a salute. Henry was almost intimidated by them, they seemed vaguely reminiscent to some of the men in fraternities from his college stint. They were all well-built and strongarmed, and definitely weren’t strangers to the military’s harsh training regimen. “Private, this is Smith, Hill, and Carson - who’s your platoon leader. If I’m not here, what he says goes. Is that clear?” Henry felt squeamish holding his fluffy pack of diapers as he looked over the three men studying him in return. “…Crystal, Sir.”
Smith was a thinner, taller man, freshly buzzed brown hair with a body type that suggests he was a runner earlier in his life. Hill on the other hand was a burly, bald man, his whole body stretching the fabric of his fatigues out. Henry figured he was a heavyweight wrestler with that kind of mass. What really drew Henry’s attention was Carson however. The picturesque image of the hot jock quarterback of the winning football team, his features were chiseled and masculine, and his short blonde haircut with a fade fit him to a tee. His bulging pecs and tight round ass made it impossible for Henry to look away.
“Oh don’t worry Sir, we’ll make sure our little mate here gets on right as rain, isn’t that right boys.” Carson walked over and put his arm over Henry’s shoulders as he flashed a grin to the Sergeant. Henry could feel the strength of his platoon leader’s arms as he easily pulled him close just by slightly flexing his biceps. Carson’s strong body odor cut through Henry’s trance as he was pulled near the sweaty armpit of his platoon leader. Henry should have felt disgusted, the stench wafting around him was harsh… but also incredibly masculine.
“Right… well get to it then. Help the boy with his bags and get him settled.” Sgt. Carter commanded the three subordinates. Henry began to panic as he felt Carson tightly grip the bag of accursed padding the doctor had forced into his ownership. “No! …I mean I can take this one…” Henry meekly scrambled to try and arrest control of the paper bag holding his shame. Carson smiled with a naughty look and tightened his grip. “No worries, mate, I don’t mind at all. After all it IS the sergeant’s orders.” Henry tried to pull back, but suddenly felt the bag give with a loud rip.
Henry fell back on the floor dazed as his three platoon members fell into silence. Their eyes transfixed on the fluffy package of white diapers on display in the middle of the room. Carson began to snicker as he took the scene in. “Oh… you’ve gotta be fucking joking. Diapers? We’re gonna have a little piss-boy as our new recruit member?” Carson laughed as Henry’s face burned with embarrassment. “No, I’m not! The stupid doctor made me bring these, I’m perfectly toilet trained.” Henry turned around to see Smith and Hill laughing in disbelief, and then to the sergeant who was burying his face into his palm in annoyance. “Sure kid, need help with your bottle feedings too?” Smith jeered. “Careful what you feed that little guy, I’m sure as hell not volunteering for dirty diaper duty.” Hill tacked on.
Henry wanted to die, not even a full day of recruitment and his whole platoon thinks he’s an unpotty trained baby. “Well don’t worry little guy, we’ll be sure to stock plenty of diapers for you by your cot. We may need to install some bars to make sure you don’t roll off your mattress, eh Sarg’?” Carson taunted as Sgt. Carter raised his head with a furious look in his eyes. Carson met his gaze and a new flash of fear crept over him. The three laughing privates quickly lost their sense of humor, and took Henry’s luggage to the room as ordered, leaving Henry along with his superior
“Please Sir, you have to believe me. I don’t need any fucking diapers, I’m perfectly able to use the toilet like anyone else.” Henry pleaded with the stern looking man before him. The Sergeant sighed and looked as if he was lost in thought for a few moments. “Well, if it gets me out of needing to clean any shitty diapers off your sorry ass, I’ll give you a chance. But, ONLY one chance, are we clear private?” Henry enthusiastically replied with a “Sir yes Sir!”
“If you want to be able to use the toilet like the rest of the men, you’re gonna need to earn the privilege, boy.” Henry winced at the ‘boy’ remark, but held his head high. “The latrine for this platoon has been in utter disarray for the past year ever since those three filthy slobs moved into this hall, I swear I can smell the stench of sweat and stale piss from here. Clean those toilets spotless so I can use the latrine without needing to walk across the base, and I’ll let you do the same. But if I’m not satisfied with the job then I’ll be sure that those diapers are part of your uniform until the day you’re discharged, are we clear recruit?” Sgt Carter ordered Henry, who was now smiling wide at the thought of getting the diapers marked off his record. He didn’t care how filthy the latrine was, it couldn’t be bad enough to stop him from getting out of wearing his latrine for the foreseeable future. “Absolutely sir, you wont be disappointed. You’ll never see a cleaner bathroom in your life.” Sgt. Carter looked at Henry with a quizzical look. “…Well, don’t act so happy about it or you’ll be stuck cleaning toilets until you retire. Dismissed.”
Henry breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind his superior as he turned to examine his living quarters. It was a small little square space with an open floor plan, the area closest to the door had a small sofa and a coffee table fit for an average hotel room, whereas the back of the room had 4 beds organized in a 90-degree fashion around the two back corners. Smith and Hill shared one corner, the two exchanging a hushed conversation as they glanced back at Henry, with the occasional snicker. Meanwhile Carson laid back on his bed, his arms tucked behind his back. His army green t-shirt stretched tightly as he exposed his sweaty, pitted armpits to the room. Henry walked over to his bed to see his bags set down nearby, the bag of diapers seemingly tucked under the mattress.
“See, already took care of ya, little buddy.” Carson said as he stretched his arms further. The stench of sweat and unwashed armpits wafted over Henry’s nose as he remembered his Sergeants comments about the three slobs. Henry then noticed a little wrinkle under his bed sheets and pulled back the cloth, only to find an unfolded diaper waiting for him on his bed. Henry looked back at Carson who had a smug, shit-eating grin on his face. “Fuck off, I don’t wear diapers. The doctor here made me take them with and-“
It was then that Henry felt hands press on his hips from behind, followed by a cold chill over his dick and ass. “Wow, yeah, no kidding. No diapers here, just a baby dick!” Smith taunted from behind him as he swiftly yanked Henry’s pants to the floor. Carson and hill busted out laughing, as Henry sputtered out a few blank words with his manhood on full display. He may have only been 3 inches at full mast, but in front of those men he may as well been microscopic. He turned around to see Hill towering over him, and with a quick push, Henry fell backwards onto his bed. Carson and Smith pinning down both of his arms and legs. “Ugh… fuck… Let me go!” Henry yelled out as the men overpowered him. The smell of Carson’s body odor mixed with being manhandled made his cock become semi-erect.
“Don’t worry little guy, I’ve done this to my baby brother plenty of times.” Hill chided as Henry realized his predicament. He felt a fluffy white sensation wrap over his hard cock as he heard the tapes stick and seal him into place. “There we go, now the lil guy won’t leak all over our furniture.” Henry then felt his civilian t-shirt and jeans ripped off, leaving him naked except for his thick, white diaper.
“Won’t be needing these anymore, not exactly regulation… especially for someone like you.” Smith said with a snide voice, tossing Henry’s old clothes into a trash can. Henry felt tears well up in his eyes and he felt the three pairs of eyes trained on him, his cheeks were burning as he tried to come up with something to say, but his mind went blank. Henry was brought back to reality by a soft plastic bag hitting the side of his head. He looked down at the ground to see a basic uniform wrapped in tight clear plastic, containing an army green t-shirt, a belt and camo fatigues.
“Gonna need to start wearing uniform on base like the rest of us, kid. Think that might be a bit big for you though.” Carson said with a bullyish smile. Henry looked down and saw the telltale ‘S’ for a size small. “What do you mean, isn’t this the smallest size?” He replied perplexed. “He wasn’t talking about the size, diaper boy.” Henry heard Smith state matter of factly, causing him to turn red all over again.
“Don’t call me that! …Look, the sergeant said if I cleaned the latrines for you guys then I don’t need to wear these stupid diapers, okay? Just tell me where the stupid cleaning supplies are so I can get this over with.” Henry replied defiantly. Carson smirked and replied “Classic Sarge, putting the diaper boy on latrine duty before we’re put on dirty diaper duty. Keeps it all even, eh?” Henry tried to ignore Carson’s endless taunting as he opened the package and put on his new uniform. The new fatigues may have been thick, but they hardly covered up the puffiness that now surrounded his crotch.
“There’s a supply closet at the end of the hall connecting all the dorm rooms.” Hill told a thankful Henry. “I’d bring the plunger in there by the way, took a fat dump that wouldn’t go down earlier” He continued as he patted his girthy belly. “And hurry up, will ya? I can already feel that protein shake running through me.” Carson called after Henry, as he raised his leg and let out a rancid, trumpeting fart, much to the other two men’s amusement. Henry winced as the felt the hot, humid stink waft past his nose. He couldn’t believe he was stuck in the charge of these filthy men. His mind wandered to Corporal Coy, wondering if there was any hope he could transfer to his line of work… whatever he did here couldn’t be worse than being stuck in the box of farts and body odor known as his new room.
Henry walked back out into the hall, noticing that he was unable to stop himself from waddling slightly thanks to the thick diaper his platoon-mates stuck on him. He wondered if he would be better off taking the cursed garment off, but decided it might be better to leave to help prove to the sergeant and doctor he doesn’t need them. Taking the focus away from his underwear for the first time in a while, he took scope of his new home. The whole hallway seemed to have an older architecture to it, not exactly in disrepair but the peeling wallpaper and dust made it show its age. There was a mirrored dorm room in front of him, then to the right was the staircase which led to the main lobby, and to the left was a hall with a few more rooms on each side to a total of six. At the end was the latrine, with what looked like a supply closet across from it.
Henry walked in and was instantly disappointed by the stock. The room was small and compact to say the least, barely even enough room for Henry to walk in. There was an old mop with some leftover liquid soap Henry guessed was supposed to go with it. There was a smelly plunger with some crusty brown sludge dried onto it. A half spray bottle of glass cleaner, an old dirty rag, and a bottle of refill for the hand soap. ‘Clearly our military budget isn’t being spent on dormitory maintenance…’ Henry thought to himself as he gathered supplies together.
Henry trudged the mop along, carrying the various bottles of supplies under his arms and in his hands, trying to carry it all in a single trip. He stopped at the front door and braced himself. ‘If the Sergeant isn’t willing to use this latrine, there must be a good reason...’ Henry rationalized to himself. He pulled the door open and was instantly hit with a warm, humid stink of urine, mixed with god knows what else. Henry wrinkled his nose and pushed forward undeterred however. He could handle some hours of this latrine stink if it meant he didn’t need to smell his own stench every time he needed a diaper change.
The latrine itself wasn’t particularly large. The right wall had two urinals, one high and one lower to account for the height of it’s users. Henry couldn’t help but notice the lower end urinal still seemed to be made with someone taller than him in mind. The water in the urinals were colored a telltale dark yellow. ‘Don’t these guys know how to flush?’ Henry complained inwardly. To the left of the urinals were two toilet stalls. Henry stepped up to one and noticed the floor was wet outside of the door. He peered inside and noticed the toilet had been overflown, a mix of yellow-brown water had seeped over the top of the bowl and onto the floor, and Henry knew the stench from it must’ve encapsulated the “god knows what else.” ‘Well… apparently they do know how to flush…’ Henry thought to himself with a deep sigh.
The left side of the latrine had a small hallway which led into a separate room for showers. Four showerheads protruded from the walls, two on each side. The room smelled like an old locker room, which was ironic considering the room was generally meant to be used for cleaning up. Henry took a look at the drains and saw a gloopy whitish residue clumping up above them and realized the showers also served a… different use. Henry wasn’t sure how anyone here could jack off in such a disgusting room, though he figured you must just get horny enough after enough time with no privacy. ‘If this is the bathroom I’m forced to use, I might almost prefer the diapers…’ Henry thought sarcastically, though quickly brushed the feeling away after he realized the humiliation it would entail.
After scoping out the situation, Henry decided it was high time to get to work, lest he runs out of time to finish the degrading duty. He began to mop the tile floor, the water in the mop bucket quickly turning a dark grey, though after some elbow grease Henry could begin to see the white of the tile grout. Next came the showers in the other room. The clumpy globs of cum blocking the drain slowly dissolved with some soapy water and with some more mopping, the room regained a bit of sparkle.
Henry looked down at his watch, realizing that time had been passing at a quick pace, nearly three hours already flew by. He wasn’t sure how much time he had left, so he tried to pick up speed. Henry sprayed the rest of the bottle of glass cleaner over the mirror and restored its old sheen after a long while of scrubbing. Judging by the layer of dried filth on it, Henry felt like it had never been wiped since it had been installed. However, looking in the now clean mirror only reminded him of the task he had been dreading. The reflection of the partially opened toilet stall with a puddle of yellow and brown filth leaking from it was hard to look away from, the smell only intensifying as Henry turned towards it. Plunger in hand, Henry trudged his feet forward. The stall opened with a piercing creak as the humid stink assaulted Henry even more so, as he tried to suppress a gag.
Henry plugged his nose as he inserted the plunger into the clogged latrine. He felt no movement as he pushed and pulled on the tool, as he continued to plunge for a solid 5 minutes straight. Henry shuddered to think about how large the blockage was, especially from a man like Hill, the turd must’ve been as wide as a beer can. Eventually, Henry felt a rumbling, as the water began to sink into the hole of the toilet. The porcelain throne vibrated as one final plunge sent the mixture of water and filth sinking down the drain. Henry wiped his brow, exhausted. His arm muscles were aching after so much plunging. He felt his stomach drop as he realized that if he was sore only doing basic plumbing, he was in for much worse with basic training.
With a final mopping around the toilet bowls, Henry sat back and admired his work. The latrine was anything but sparkling, but the improvement was vast. The mirrors had a vague shine, the floor tile was (mostly) white once more, and the showers and toilets were no longer clogged by various… bodily excretions. With a final pour of the mop water down the drain, Henry smiled and felt ready for inspection. He felt his bladder begin to ache slightly, as he realized he hadn’t used the toilet during the whole ordeal, and he certainly wouldn’t want to risk using the diaper his Corp-mates had unceremoniously taped onto him, lest it wouldn’t be the last.
It was then that Henry suddenly caught a subtle whiff of body odor that managed to cut through the generic lemon scent of the cleaning tools he’d been surrounding himself in. He took a couple more sniffs to try and track down the source, when he felt a powerful, muscular arm wrap around his head, pushing him into the armpit of an even more fragrant Carson.
“Aw yeah, smells pretty great in here for once, wouldn’t ya agree little guy?” Carson taunted as Henry writhed in the jock’s arms. The stench of body odor assaulted his nostrils as his face became slick with sweat the more Carson rubbed his face into his hairy pit. Though Henry couldn’t see or smell anything outside of the vile underarm, he could hear the other two squad mates as they laughed along to Carsons hazing. After a few more seconds, Carson released Henry from his aromatic grip, and pushed him forward onto the floor. Henry tumbled onto the tile, landing square on his padded butt, he was at least thankful the degrading underwear could cushion the fall.
“Looks pretty good in here, kid. Thanks for cleaning up the bathroom for us. At this rate, we might have you on latrine duty every week.” Carson sneered as Hill lifted up his beefy leg, pushing out an audible fart. “Sure won’t take us long before we stink the place up again.” Smith let out a cough as he wafted away his cohort’s gas. “Jeez… that’s fucking vile.” He muttered as the burly man beamed proudly.
“Okay great, glad you guys think I did a good job. Now can you let me out so the Sergeant can check it out and let me out of these stupid diapers?” Henry said, his temper building looking at the stinky trio, all with smug looks on their faces. Hill walked over to Henry, the smaller lads resolve faltering as the larger man towered over him. With a snap of Carson’s fingers, Henry felt immense pain in his gut, barely unable to process what had happened. Hill’s strong fist left a mark on Henry’s gut as he collapsed backwards. Henry lay on the floor in a daze as he slowly realized he felt a wet sensation around his crotch.
“I knew it, the kid’s fucking pissing himself!” Carson shouted out as Henry came to, the growing yellow stain on his diaper was in full view as Hill had lowered his pants for an unannounced diaper check after his heavy blow. “This… this isn’t what it looks like! Its because he fucking punched me in the bladder!” Henry pleaded out. “You can’t seriously believe I just did that naturally?”
“Doesn’t matter, kid. Your diapey’s at wet as can be.” Smith chided. “You really think the sergeant is gonna buy that story?” Henry shuddered as he realized the snarky man was right. “Yeah, sooner you recognize your place as a diaper boy, sooner we can get a real man to join our platoon.” Hill added on. All the cards were stacked against him… but there must have been something he could still do. Henry refused to let it end this way. It was then that Henry realized he may still have one final out.
“You know, me and the sarge still had a deal. If I cleaned the latrine up well enough, the Sergeant would let me out of these stupid things. He’s not a man who’d go back on his word, I can tell.” The smiling mug on Smith turned into an irritated frown as the three men realized he may be right. Carson, walked forward with a serious face that brought a chill down Henry’s spine. He snapped his fingers. “Pin em down.” Hill sat down on Henry’s chest, the burly man’s weight pressing heavily on Henry. The stench of unwashed crotch and musky ass invaded his nose as it was clear Hill was due for a long shower.
“You know you’re right, the latrine does look pretty good…” Carson began as he undid his belt. Henry found himself blushing as he felt his dick stir. Carson pulled down his pants as his slightly stained underpants shone in full view, he turned around and notable skid marks ran along up his butt crack. He inserted his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pulled them down, revealing his large, muscular ass to the room. “Good thing I know a surefire way to get it filthy again.”
Henry stared at the large ass as Carson began to squat. “…You wouldn’t…” Henry squeaked weakly from under Hills own musky man ass. A fart echoed once more as Carson bore down only a foot away from Henry’s face. A large, thick turd slowly emerged from his ass as it landed onto the tile with an echoing ‘PLOP.’ After the log hit the ground, more soft shit splattered onto the floor, creating a large mound of filth square in the middle of the room. The once lemony scent was quickly overpowered by the brutal stench of Carson’s fresh dump in the middle of the room.
“Phew… smells like a shitty diaper in here.” Carson smugly called out as he mockingly fanned his nose. “Better get used to it, eh mate? Bet you’ll be stinking up plenty of rooms in the future too.” Henry’s face burned red from embarrassment, not to mention the harsh humid stink overpowering all of his senses. “Please… don’t do this…” Henry quietly protested as Carson looked around the room. “Hmm, no toilet paper within arms-reach…” Carson looked down at Henry with a devilish look in his eye. He then turned around as Henry looked up at the two large globes of his ass hovering above his face. “Ever hear of a bidet, Henry? Its quite the experience. Maybe that tongue of yours can do just as good a job…” Henry began to panic, the dirty ass slowly descending closer and closer to his face. He tried to move, but Hill’s girth prevented any sort of mobility. He wanted to cry out, but could not seem to make a sound as Carsons ass grazed his face, Henry nearly able to taste the stench.
“Excuse me, but what the fuck is happening here.” A familiar voice echoed through the room as Carson froze. He quickly stood up and fumbled over his pants as he tried to yank them up as quickly as possible. Henry gasped as Hill quickly stood at attention, the crushing weight allowing him to breathe once more. Smith quivered as he scrambled back in line with the other three of his squad. Carson lifted Henry and quickly dusted him off, turning him forward to the man who narrowly saved him from a filthy fate. “C-corporal sir… W-what are you doing here?” Carson stammered.
Corporal Coy stood in the latrine’s doorway with a disappointed look on his face. “Mind telling me why your new recruit is about to have his face pressed into your ass, Private?” He commanded sternly as the three bully’s resolve quickly faltered. “I… Uh… we were just-“ Carson fumbled as Coy’s brow furrowed. “Save it. Get the fuck out of my site before I have you transferred to my department. Are we clear?” Henry couldn’t place it, but the threat brought a chilling sense of fear into the three men. ‘What could be so bad about being transferred…’ Henry thought to himself. Without a word the three men scrambled out of the room.
“Thanks Sir.” Henry sighed as his tormentors finally left the room. “But… what exactly are you doing here?” Coy smiled as he evaluated the state of the young man. “Well, I caught wind of your little deal with the Sergeant. Felt like you could use a bit of a check in to make sure you’re not caught in a… soggy situation.” The corporal motion to Henry’s still visible diaper. “Well… thanks but it’s a bit of a moot point now. How am I supposed to clean this… mess up now?”
Coy pondered for a moment. “Take off your diaper.” Henry turned and looked at the Cpl., his pride slightly burned by his ownership of the diaper. “What? But-” Henry began. “We don’t have the time, just trust me kid.” Coy quickly replied as a door shut in the distance down the hall. Without a word, Coy tugged at the tapes of the diaper as it fell to the floor with a squelch. Henry, caught off guard by the sudden diaper change by the attractive man looked back at him, blushing as his dick quickly grew. Coy looked down at Henry’s little member and then met his gaze with a subtle smile. He then took the diaper and scooped up the mound of shit into it, managing to wipe up the filthy load on the tile with the squishy padding. It still smelled a little nasty in the room, but the tile at least looked mostly white once more. With a quick wrap, the diaper was balled up and tossed into the trash. Coy turned back to Henry, and with a fatherly touch, pulled up his fatigues to cover his hard dick. Henry felt himself swoon internally as the attractive man made him look presentable once more.
“Corporal, I didn’t know you and my new recruit were acquainted.” The Sergeant replied, breaking the two of them our of their moment. “Yes, only slightly. I was guiding him around the campus a bit earlier, decided it might be a good idea to check up on him.” Coy replied with a cordial smile. “I see, well I’m glad you’re here. Do you think the job our young private did, cleaning this latrine, is satisfactory?” Sgt. Carter stated gruffly. “Yes, this is definitely a massive improvement compared to the last time I stopped by this latrine. I think he did a bang-up job, indeed.” Henry could hardly contain his excitement at Coy singing his praises. “Good, well. I believe we had a deal, didn’t we Henry? Dismissed.”
“Sir yes, Sir!” Henry enthusiastically replied as he scurried off back to his room, excited to wear underwear that was much less absorbent. Sergeant Carter and Corporal Coy looked back at each other with a nod. “Well, I should be getting back to my post, but…” Coy stopped and sniffed the air in the latrine. “Do you smell something?” Carter looked back and began to sniff the air in tandem. Coy then turned to the trash can. “Ah, I think the recruit was in such a rush he forgot to take the trash out.” Carter walked over, took a small whiff, and twisted his face in disgust. “Yep, that’ll be it… Go ahead and get out of here, I’ll do the boy a favor for his first day.” Coy nodded and began to leave. “You know… that’s quite the strong stench for trash. Wonder what it could be. Though, I’m sure you’d rather just dispose of it anyways, right?” With a smile, Coy left the room for his post.
Sergeant Carter looked at the doorway perplexed. “What in the world was that about…” He mumbled to himself. He walked over to the trash can and began to bag up the full trash can, trying to ignore the stench. He lifted the heavy bag out and as he tied the top together, the stink became all the more pronounced. “Jesus, that smells like…” Carter began, as the gears began to turn in his mind. He opened the bag once more and reached in, pulling out one profusely stained and smelly diaper.
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