SubscribeStar Story: The Presentation, Part Two

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Part Two

For whatever reason, I expected it to be a quick process.

Lie down, get diapered, move on. Turns out, it was a little more involved than that. Vivian started with a bottle of baby powder, telling me that it would help prevent a diaper rash. While that was normally caused by wearing used padding for too long, she informed me that older girls could also have that happen simply from perspiring while walking around in diapers for an extended period of time.

“You’ll be wearing these all day,” she said, “And your skin looks like it’s on the sensitive side. Better to be safe than sorry, right?” Not waiting for me to agree, she tipped the bottle and poured a generous pile of the stuff all over my crotch. “Now, I’m going to spread this around. Sorry in advance if I nudge anything private.”

I was already blushing from how my legs were awkwardly splayed from the limited space I had on the changing table. Now I was going to be touched down there by a girl I worked with. For a moment, I was tempted to insist that I could do it myself. Except I had spent plenty of time in meetings and other conversations with Vivian; she was the type of girl who was thorough, and I was guessing she’d have a reason that it was better if she applied the powder. Saying anything would just lead to me being exposed for even longer, and would go against the efforts I had been making to seem calm about everything thus far.

In a way, it was like being at the dentist. She always told me what was coming, so I could be prepared for it. And, to her credit, I could feel that she was being careful. Her fingertips mostly moved around my mound and my inner thighs, getting the talcum in the nooks and crannies that would end up chafing were I wearing wet diapers. “Lift up, Aurora,” she said, “We’re almost done. Promise!”

As in, she was going to powder my ass. “Okay,” I muttered. Arching slightly, I gave her enough space to work, trying not to think about how I was also kind of thrusting my crotch up. Not that it was remotely sexual in my current state.

Vivian continued in a similar fashion, warning me that she was going to be going between my cheeks when it was time for that.

I was fine at first, when she was just gently nudging me apart to get the powder where it needed to go. But then, I felt one of her fingers actually push into my hole back there. “Eep!” The little squeak I made was completely out of my control. Blushing deeply from both the invasion and the girly sound I made, I snapped, “Careful!”

“Sorry about that, Aurora,” she said, “My finger slipped. Anyway, that’s everything. Give me a second to rinse my hands off, and I’ll get your diapers taped up for you.”

Okay, but they weren’t my diapers. Whatever.

I lay there for another minute, waiting for Vivian to return, at which point she got right to it. “For a girl your size, you’re going to want two diapers most of the time,” she said, while pulling the first layer tightly around me, “Especially around the office. You won’t always have the opportunity to be changed right away.”

“This is a one time thing,” I reminded her. Honestly, I was mostly just happy to have my most private area covered. Between the diaper and the hand-bra, I finally had some modesty in all the necessary places.

“Right,” Vivian said, “But you’re wearing these all afternoon, yes? If you have an accident, you won’t have to worry about it.”

If she was teasing, I couldn’t tell. Maybe she was just the kind of girl who had dry humor or something. We really hadn’t spent that much time together outside of when I checked on the development of the products they were working on.

Once I was taped up in the second layer, I was told to stand up so I could try on the rest of the ensemble. Right away, I could tell that wearing multiple diapers was going to make the rest of my day a bit embarrassing. The thick padding between my thighs made every movement slightly unnatural, and I could tell upon standing up that I was going to have to make a conscious effort to walk normally. I was already missing the panties I had on before, and it was about to get worse.

“Let’s see how this fits you,” Vivian said. She handed me the onesie her partner had retrieved and unfolded, which is what the model was supposed to be wearing later so she wouldn’t just be walking around in diapers below the waist.

It was designed just like one that a baby would wear. I’d pull it on like a t-shirt, and the leg holes would be created by snapping the buttons between the front and back down there. Easy access for a diaper change, basically. I was still a little hazy as to why we made these for children and tweens. That had been someone else’s idea; bigger sizes meant hitting a wider demographic or something, since there would be fringe cases where an older kid might need such clothes.

This particular onesie was winter themed. White, with candy canes all over. Hardly a good look for a professional young woman who had been wearing business attire less than thirty minutes ago. At the same time, I was eager to put something on my body, when my chest was still bare and the diapers were blatantly on display.

It wasn’t until I was actually wearing the childish onesie that I realized that I should have put my bra back on first. Before I could express as much, Vivian was sliding a red mitten onto my hand. The other girl started doing the same with the other side. “Blaire suggested adding this to the ensemble,” she said, “I think it’s a good idea. Goes so well with the color scheme!”

Wait, but-

These mittens were designed to keep kids from touching infected areas. They clasped at the wrist, making them impossible to remove without assistance. Perfect for parents, siblings, babysitters, etc. who needed to keep someone from spreading poison ivy without watching them like a hawk, for example. But I needed my hands for countless reasons at work.

“That’s not Blaire’s call,” I said. By the time I processed what the two girls were doing, it was too late. Both mittens were clasped and I was stuck in them. “Take them off. I can’t do anything in these.”

“You can walk,” Vivian teased, “We need to get back to work; waiting around for Blaire to get back to use isn’t a productive use of our time, or yours for that matter. Why don’t you just take this up with her when you get back to your office?”

“I don’t need to take anything up with her,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m her boss. And I say we don’t need these.” What the fuck did Blaire say in her message to them? This felt like her getting back at me or something for taking her idea and running with it myself. She must have impulsively sent the addition of the gloves right after I left.

Vivian just shrugged. “Sorry, Aurora. You signed the contract agreeing to be the model, which includes accessories. We’ve already taken enough time out of our day to get you ready. Head on back upstairs, okay? And use the stairs. This is supposed to be a surprise, remember? We don’t want other departments knowing what to expect later.”

I had completely overlooked that part. That dealing with all of this now meant that I’d be wearing diapers all afternoon. Either that, or go through the entire humiliating process again. Which probably wasn’t possible, when the research girls would only be there until the end of the work day. “But-” I started to protest.

“No buts, cutie,” she said, “Get back to work. I’ll be around after the party to change you.”

It was difficult to stand up for myself while I was still getting used to everything. The bulky padding. The immature onesie. The mittens. Maybe Blaire could have pulled off the cute/hot combo of wearing something like this; I was already regretting my choice to take over the model’s role.

Did the document actually mention such additions? I had no fucking idea. Though I had given the waiver/contract a decent skim, I wasn’t familiar enough with the details of the wording to know how it related to what was expected of me in practice. And it was too late to ask for a copy, when I was being ushered out of their department.

The part about taking the stairs was valid for more than the reason Vivian had given. At the moment, I cared more about my dignity than spoiling the surprise for a handful of holiday party attendees. So I went left instead of right, heading for the corner of the building while praying that I wouldn’t run into anybody. The only adult clothing I had left was my footwear, which was almost more ridiculous than being barefoot; my heels hardly complemented the rest of the youthful ensemble.

I was already running into complications with the mittens. They were barely able to grip the doorknob to the stairwell; it took both hands and a good ten seconds of struggling before I finally managed to get it to turn enough to let me in.

The stairs themselves drew my attention to the diapers with every step. That, and how I belatedly noticed how I was showing way more thigh than I ever would in public. At least the fabric of the onesie was thick enough that my nipples weren’t poking through; the downside being, I looked more flat than I did on the average day, not to mention the discomfort of not having any support. Smaller breasts or not, something like climbing stairs made being braless noticeable.

Four floors later, at which point I had to deal with another round of opening a heavy metal door in mittens, I had to make it to the other corner of the building. There was no getting past the interns or the administrative girls in my department, all of whom were about to see me like this.

Was it too late to run back to Research & Development? Except I couldn’t do that. Giving Blaire free reign between now and the end of the day would give her countless opportunities to be seen doing my job for me. Thus far, I had managed to keep her from taking over my duties. Mostly since I hadn’t gone on any vacations or been sick lately. Partly because work had been nonstop, partly because my absence would let Blaire shift from ‘assistant manager’ to ‘manager’ for a day.

Similar to when I had been naked prior to the diapers, all I could do was hold my head high and act like everything was under control. I was the one who had insisted on this, after all. It had just all happened so quickly, and I hadn’t totally thought through some of the embarrassment dressing like this would entail.

Willing myself not to blush as I approached the sound of voices, I strutted past the reception area and gave a nod to the girl behind the desk. Normal day. Normal Aurora. Everyone present had at least some familiarity with the products our team had been developing over the last few months, so it’s not like having me dressed like this was out of left field or anything. It was just a dramatic contrast to how I normally presented myself on any given workday.

I walked with a purpose, not really acknowledging more people than I had to. My office was my goal, and where I’d likely be hiding out for the rest of the afternoon. The desk would cover my legs for the most part. Maybe I had a sweater or something lying around for my upper half? Doubtful, when I didn’t make a habit of leaving unnecessary clutter around.

There were definitely some whispers from somewhere off to the side. I chose to ignore the gossip, and kept walking. They’d see later that there was a reason I was dressed like this.

With how focused I had been on making it safely to my office, as well as the distractions of the amused/curious muttering of those around me, I hadn’t been paying attention to the destination itself until I was safely inside. At which point I finally noticed that Blaire was sitting at my desk, along with Megan who had pulled up a chair just beside her.

“Welcome back, Aurora,” she smiled, “Cute onesie. It doesn’t really hide the diapers, by the way. Ready to get to work?”

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