Part One
“No, I’m serious,” I said, “I’ll do it.”
The things I would do to keep others from taking all the credit.
It all started a few weeks ago, when Blaire transferred to my department. She somehow convinced someone to make her my assistant manager, when that position didn’t exist before her. Not in our wing of the building, anyway. When I was consulted about the role, the conversation was basically me being told that it was happening, rather than seeking my approval. Blaire needed the management experience before she could be properly promoted, and she had expressed interest in the project our team had been working on.
Whatever she said, it was bullshit. The real reason Blaire wanted to join our department specifically was because we were on track to launch a new product the following year. Or, in other words, she wanted her name and face to be attached to something that I had been working on for over six months.
Blaire was fresh out of college, more or less, but she was built for corporate games. It didn’t take long for her to start bossing around the interns on my behalf, while also keeping a friendly relationship with them. And whenever we had meetings with other departments and/or higher ups, she always participated just enough to make her presence and contributions known, without bragging or undermining me.
It didn’t help that she was fucking gorgeous. While I wasn’t into girls or anything like that, I couldn’t help but feel self conscious around her. Especially when she wore heels. I had always been on the smaller side. Standing at 5’2” with rather modest curves, there were days when Blaire was at least a half foot taller than me between her natural height and her footwear.
I was the kind of girl that was called ‘cute,’ and she was the kind of girl that was called ‘hot.’ However, that was my personal baggage. I had always been annoyed at how I had only ever had the one growth spurt. Blaire never commented on my size, subtly or otherwise. I just had to deal with the fact that she was a year or two younger than me, yet was the one who looked more mature at first glance.
As for the things she did say, it was impossible to call her out on anything. All I could do was give her tasks that were more assistant-like, for the sake of keeping the managerial work for myself. But even that gave her plenty of insight into what we were doing as a department, and allowed her to worm her way into pretty much every conversation and every meeting over the following weeks.
She was a hard worker. And she had a way of getting people to notice her without ever saying or doing anything wrong. So I kept biting my tongue, and eventually accepted that it didn’t matter that much. Whether it was with me or someone else, Blaire was going to play her games and get the promotion that had already been promised to her. At the end of the day, I was still the manager, and I was on track for my own promotion and/or raise. The only real annoyance was her benefiting from the legwork I had done myself.
The Monday before Christmas Eve, we were set to present our product to both the company and the investors who were attending a holiday dinner/party that evening.
Specifically, we had developed diapers that would easily be the best on the market. They were designed in a way that made them both absorbent and leak-proof, to a point. A second layer was all it would take to guarantee holding a larger mess, as we were making sizes for every age range. The most notable feature, however, was that the diapers would contain the smell of just about any accident. There were a number of benefits to that. Avoiding public embarrassment when it came to older customers, or simply not being a bother to others in the area for parents.
At this point, we were in the final stages of product testing. After that, it was simply a matter of marketing and launching the superior protection the following year.
And, to prove that they worked, we had lined up a model who was willing to both wear and use the diapers just before they took the stage that evening. We were paying them a premium, of course, and would give them access to a shower in the company locker room right afterwards.
Everything was set, until Blaire stepped into my office after lunch. Megan, one of our interns, was with her. “Hey, Aurora,” Blaire said, “We have a problem. Our model canceled. She just called in sick.”
I couldn’t believe it. While we didn’t need a model, that was going to be something that made our presentation more engaging than just another employee standing there with a clicker and some powerpoint slides. And it was December 22nd. It was highly unlikely that we’d find a model for the niche we needed in a single afternoon so close to Christmas.
“What about one of the interns?” I asked. They weren’t needed on stage. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a dumb idea.
Blaire said as much in her response. “Pretty sure we can’t demand that much of our interns,” she chuckled, “Anyway, I didn’t want to come to you with just a problem. I think I have a solution, provided I have your approval.”
Her idea was that she’d wear the diapers herself. She’d be our department’s model, and let Megan take over a few things for the presentation itself. While there was no such thing as a ‘personal intern,’ Blaire had unofficially made Megan hers in terms of Megan being her go-to girl for more important things.
When I asked about using the diapers, Blaire just shrugged. According to her, it was no big deal. Just a quick ‘accident,’ and she’d rinse off right afterwards. “Besides,” she smiled, “I bet I’d look cute in padding.”
Of course she would. It would be an excuse to show off her long legs way more than she’d be able to in a skirt. More importantly, she would be getting SO much attention. Standing up there in diapers and the winter-y onesie the model was going to be wearing. It didn’t matter that she’d be taking less of a speaking role; literally everyone there would remember the girl wearing diapers on stage, casually flaunting herself.
“I should do it,” I blurted out. What was I even saying? It was just- I had had fucking enough of Blaire strutting around and making a name for herself in my department. Plus I had overheard the interns talking about me forever ago, mentioning that I seemed a little bit stuck up. I didn’t get on their case about it, since that was how every business worked; underlings gossiped about their bosses, and there was a good chance I’d prove their point if I snapped at them. This could be my way of showing my colleagues that I could loosen up. “I mean, I’m closer to the model’s size. And-”
“Come on, Aurora,” Blaire cut me off, “You’re leading the presentation. You can’t do both. Besides, you’ll have to, you know, use the diapers.”
Well . . . Yes, I would have to do that. But so would she, if she wore them. It didn’t sound like she was implying that she was more capable than I was, considering the ability to have an ‘accident’ was hardly something to brag about, though I still didn’t appreciate the subtle comparison.
“No, I’m serious,” I said, “I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, “We’ll have to restructure things. I still think we should keep Megan around as an extra set of hands if one of us is going to be the model.”
Not one of us. I was going to be the model. Not her. “Then we’ll restructure,” I said, “I’m sure, Blaire. It was a good idea. Let’s just make it work with me demonstrating the product.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Blaire said, “In that case, you should go talk with the research girls. I sent them a note asking about this before coming to you, just to be sure they were on board. They can make this work, but will need to take measurements and get you fitted for your diapers. I can let them know that you’re on your way down, as well as that it will be a different girl than I initially suggested.”
“Umm, sure,” I replied. This was moving a bit faster than I had anticipated. Not that I should have been surprised. Blaire had a habit of getting the proper approvals before moving forward with anything, similar to how she had come to check with me before proceeding with the solution she suggested. Just another reason I was never able to reprimand her for anything. Opportunistic as she was, she always did her job properly.
“On it,” Blaire nodded, “Do you want me and Megan to start restructuring the presentation, or should we wait for you to get back?”
Hmm. I didn’t love the idea of her taking over in my absence. At the same time, we only had the afternoon to adjust to not having the model who was supposed to be there. “You can get started on an outline,” I said, “When I return, we’ll get into the specifics.” That felt like a good way to split the difference. I was still going to have final say when it came to the final draft.
Once that was decided, I got up and headed towards the elevators. Research & Development was on a lower floor. I’d normally be heading down there to check on their progress, and to collect whatever information I needed for an upcoming meeting. Now, I was visiting the duo to talk about personally wearing the very diapers they had been developing.
When I arrived, I was politely greeted, then whisked over to a private room where I was told to strip down to just my underwear and bra. I had been so focused on the thought of being the model later, I hadn’t considered the actual logistics of putting on diapers. Like how I was going to have to take off my professional clothes and let a couple of coworkers see me half naked. Or worse, if they were going to be involved where the padding was concerned.
Hesitant as I was, I did as I was told. The alternative was appearing like I was shy about undressing, when it was objectively fine for girls to see each other like that. By the time the two girls stepped back into the room, I was standing there in my simple underwear set, trying not to shiver in the chilly room.
“Before we continue,” one of them said, “Do you mind signing this?” Vivian handed me a small document, letting me know that it was more of a waiver than anything else. After all, this went beyond the usual boundaries of working together with someone, and I needed to give my consent for everything.
I skimmed the page, affirming that I was agreeing to both wear and use the diapers. The one part that bothered me was that it stated that Blaire was the one who was approving of this. It made sense, when she was the one who had messaged them, but I was still tempted to make them rewrite it. Except that would mean prolonging my exposure even longer, for something that ultimately didn’t make much of a difference.
After I signed and dated, the other girl took out her tape measure. I could have just given her most of my numbers. But, whatever. As girls whose literal job was research, they’d probably be more inclined to do everything themselves just to make sure. And if I was going to be wearing diapers, I definitely wanted them to fit properly.
“Do you mind if I take this off, Aurora?” she asked, “I can’t get an accurate measurement while you’re wearing a push-up bra.”
She said it so directly and professionally, which almost made it more embarrassing when paired with how she was fiddling with the strap while referencing my bra. Flushing slightly, I muttered, “Umm, if you have to? It’s 32, otherwise.”
“Blaire says you’re tonight’s model,” she said, “We need all of your measurements, to compare your size to what the original girl was supposed to be wearing. Here, I can do it for you.” With that, she undid the clasp on my bra band.
Eyes widening at the abruptness, and hands twitching as I felt the need to cover myself up, I forced myself to keep my arms down. Again, not wanting to broadcast how self conscious I was about my body, when this would go a lot faster if I simply held still and allowed myself to be measured.
Either I was that transparent, or she guessed that the average girl might want some modesty, she said, “Got it. Here’s a towel if you want to cover for now. We’ll be back in a minute with your diapers. Without the bra, you should be able to fit in the original onesie.”
I was left alone again, this time just in panties. My bra and business clothes were all within reach, yet I had to settle for the small towel I had been given. Thankfully, they didn’t make me wait for long. A minute or two later, both girls returned with the ‘clothes’ they had referenced. I was starting to second guess my decision to take this away from Blaire. At this point, however, it felt like I was in too deep to back out.
“Go ahead and take off your underwear when you’re ready,” Vivian said, “We’ll have you lie down on the changing table and get you diapered. Don’t worry, you’re not the first product tester we’ve done this with.”
Okay, except I wasn’t a product tester. I was a young manager who was only doing this to keep someone else from getting undeserved attention.
A private room wasn’t nearly enough to soften the blow of being fully naked at work. I tried my very best to not make a face as I gripped the hem of my panties, pulling them down my legs and carefully stepping out of each hole. The last thing I needed was to lose my balance in my current state.
By the time I was done, the other girl had laid out the diapers on the nearby table.
I was well past the point of no return. Clutching the towel to my chest, not that I had much modesty when I was about to splay my legs for the two research girls, I stepped over to the changing table.
I was really doing this. Letting myself get diapered, just for the sake of keeping Blaire from being the center of attention later. And if I wanted these girls to respect me after this, I needed to act just as calm and nonchalant as they were about everything. Like I was at the doctor, or whatever, instead of letting two peers see me like this.
So, after taking a quiet breath to steel myself, I pushed myself up and sat on the diapers, willing myself not to blush and preparing myself to be taped up in the protective padding.
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?”
Part Three
“Get out of my chair,” I said.
It was bad enough that Blaire had been given an unnecessary position in my department. She had already succeeded in creating an image of authority as an assistant manager, but this was the first time she had ever gone so far as to make herself at home in my office. “And someone help me with these stupid mittens. Like I tried to tell Vivian, I’m not going to be able to get any work done like this.”
“There’s a perfectly good chair right there,” Blaire replied. She gestured to the one on the opposite side of the desk. There were normally two; Megan had moved one of them to sit more on Blaire’s side. “Have a seat, Aurora.”
“I mean it, Blaire,” I said, well aware that I didn’t exactly exude my usual authority or maturity in my current state of dress. It didn’t help that I rarely needed to reprimand Blaire, since she was always playing her ‘innocent’ corporate games. Except now, she was literally sitting at my desk. And while it felt a little childish to say ‘that’s my chair’ multiple times in a row, it was about more than the chair itself. “Get up. This is my office.”
“Aurora. You agreed that we would need to restructure things for the presentation tonight. Now that you’re the model, I’m going to have to step in and take your original role. And Megan said that she’s willing to take mine. As you know, interns are always looking for ways to prove themselves; Megan is really stepping up today.”
Okay, but that had nothing to do with my office. “Yes. Restructure things for the presentation,” I said, repeating her words back to her, “My role here hasn’t changed. And I’m not just the model; it’s important that I speak tonight.”
“That’s not what you said earlier,” Megan chimed in.
“Listen, Aurora,” Blaire said, “While you were getting diapered, we’ve been doing exactly what you told us to do. Restructuring. We already made an announcement out there. Everyone’s fine with me running things today. If you still want to be involved, that’s fine. Just stop wasting time with pointless arguing. Okay?”
She made an announcement? About what? Regardless, I couldn’t believe her. This was- Wait, had Blaire set me up? What if the way she volunteered to wear the diapers herself was to bait me into insisting I would be the better model? She was certainly capable of such manipulation, and it was probably a better approach than directly saying, ‘Hey, you’re small,’ and trying to talk me into the outfit.
That, or it was a win/win for her. Either shamelessly rocking the outfit and flaunting her body that was annoyingly curvy compared to mine, or setting it up so I ended up undermining my own authority by letting everyone in our department see me like this. Fuck.
I couldn’t call her out, either. This was just another example of her office games, albeit more extreme. If I tried to put my thoughts into words, I’d end up sounding paranoid and/or ridiculous.
When I failed to come up with a reasonable response right away, Blaire gestured to the empty chair again. “Have a seat, Aurora. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Fine,” I muttered. As frustrating as the concession was, harping on the seating situation was going to make me come across as whiny if I wasn’t careful. Though I was letting Blaire get away with this bullshit in the name of not undermining my own authority by making a scene over something trivial, I wasn’t planning on giving up my control entirely. “Take these off, Megan,” I instructed the intern.
Megan tilted her head slightly. “I don’t think you’re supposed to take those off?” she said, with a small uptick at the end. Unlike Blaire, she didn’t seem as keen on casually defying a direct order. At the same time, the two of them had worked together frequently enough that she was also used to deferring to Blaire.
“She’s not,” Blaire affirmed, “The mittens are part of the model’s outfit, Aurora. I think it’s best if you wear the full ensemble, so you can get used to it. We don’t want you fidgeting on stage later, do we?”
“Okay, but I literally can’t work like this,” I said. Seriously. There would be no writing, or typing, or anything productive when I wasn’t able to use my hands.
“Sure you can,” Blaire replied, “Just use your words. Megan and I will take care of the rest. It’s not that different from delegating as a manager, is it?”
Not really. I wasn’t the type of boss who lounged in my office while everyone else did my work. Did Blaire seriously expect me to only participate verbally for the next few hours?
“Oh!” Megan chimed in, “I grabbed this from the kitchen.” She held up one of those water bottles that included a straw.
“See?” Blaire smiled, “You’re fine, Aurora. Just sit still, hydrate, and behave. We’ve got this.” When she saw my little scowl in response to the patronizing words, she just chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Come on, I’m kidding. Loosen up a little. Dressing up like that is supposed to be fun. That’s why I was going to do it.”
Easy for her to say. This is a lot more than I thought I was signing up for. “Whatever. Just show me what changes you’ve discussed for tonight.” At least my computer was password protected. Blaire was using her laptop, albeit doing so behind my desk rather than at her own station.
Blaire went on to explain that we could actually move forward with the initial script and game plan, for the most part. It was simply a matter of making those ‘adjustments’ she had mentioned, and I had vaguely agreed to before leaving to work with the research girls. She would basically be taking all of my lines, with the minor edits revolving around her title in our department and whatever else wouldn’t make sense for her to say as an assistant manager. Then Megan would be taking Blaire’s spot, with similar tweaks that worked for an intern rather than a higher role.
“Hmm, I don’t know if I should take credit for that,” Megan said.
“What are you talking about?” Blaire asked, “You did way more leg work than the other interns. As for the next line . . . delete it, maybe? We don’t need to get into all the details.”
The two of them had such a natural rhythm, part of which existed because they were both looking at the same screen. Meanwhile, I was across the desk, unable to see the document they were editing. “Delete what?” I asked. I was trying to use my words, per Blaire’s annoying phrase, but it was difficult to include myself when they were moving so quickly by themselves.
“The long-winded part about your process. Remember, this is supposed to be engaging all of the party guests. We need to make it interesting, and concise. It’s better to save this kind of stuff for meetings.”
“Okay, but-” I started to say.
“Deleted,” Megan nodded, “And you’ll take Aurora’s next line, right?”
“Of course,” Blaire said, “That one can stay as written.”
“Wait, slow down,” I said, “Which lines are you talking about?”
Blaire just waved her hand dismissively. “We’ll show you afterwards. Just relax, Aurora. You’re the model tonight; all you have to worry about is standing there and looking cute. Plus we’re in the home stretch. All the hard work is done, right?”
Yeah, done by me. And I had already expressed multiple times that I needed to be more than just the model later. “Yes, but-”
“But nothing,” Blaire said, “And you’ve barely touched your water. It’s important to stay hydrated. Tell you what? Finish that whole bottle, and you can take a peek at our edits. How does that sound?”
That sounded stupid. I was an adult; I didn’t need to be reminded to hydrate, nor did I need such a condition to check the work that I was supposed to be in charge of.
Before I could express as much, Megan commented on something that she was looking at on the screen in front of them. Blaire agreed, and suggested they change the wording slightly, and it was suddenly like I didn’t exist as they bounced off each other with ideas.
Normally, I wasn’t such a pushover. As a young woman in a more corporate position, I was used to standing my ground and speaking up when necessary. Except that was normally when I was perfectly put together in my business attire, rather than wearing diapers and a onesie. No matter how much I tried to focus on Blaire and the current situation, there was no getting away from feeling the bulky padding between my thighs every time I shifted, or how my peripherals constantly picked up the pink fabric and all the bare skin I was showing.
It was enough to keep me on my back foot and slightly flustered as the two of them made rapid-fire edits to the presentation I had spent so long putting together. The only reason I wasn’t exploding on them was because nothing they did was permanent; a single click was all it would take to get the original document back. I also needed to keep myself under control because I had worked so hard to not let Blaire get under my skin. Not showing it outwardly, anyway.
I reluctantly leaned forward and took a sip from the straw. It felt like such a concession, particularly how I couldn’t use my hands to pick the bottle up without risking dropping it. I wasn’t drinking just because of the annoying terms Blaire had just set up. It had just been nearly two hours since lunch, and I hadn’t had anything to drink since I left my office earlier.
No matter how I tried to drink in a dignified way, there was no getting away from the fact that I was leaving the bottle on the table because of the mittens. Trying my hardest not to blush, I told myself that the upside to playing along was that Blaire wouldn’t have any more excuses to leave me out of the decisions she and Megan were making. As soon as I was done with the water in front of me, I’d be able to see how different the new draft was from what had already basically been finalized a few hours ago.
Every thirty seconds or so, I was tempted all over again to tell Blaire to get up and get out. This was my office. She and Megan could work just as easily anywhere else with that laptop. I continued to bite my tongue, since I didn’t fully have a grasp on what she had told the others in our department. And I wasn’t eager to head out there looking like this to reestablish the natural order of things, when walking past everyone the first time had been embarrassing enough.
As I sat back, trying to process the back and forth between the two girls without having the visual to help me, I was hit with a small signal from my body. I had to relieve myself? As in, more than just peeing. It mostly caught me off guard because my body was pretty regular, and it was rare for me to have such needs in the middle of the afternoon. Partly because I had somewhat ‘trained’ myself through routine to only do that in the mornings and the evenings. Like many, I preferred the comfort of my own bathroom at home.
Well, I was going to have to hold it for a bit. Actually, fuck. Now that I was thinking about the bathroom, I was hit with another problem that I hadn’t considered. First, there were the mittens, though that could be solved by getting someone to remove them. Mostly, it was that undoing the onesie and the diapers by myself was going to be tedious, and putting them back on would be even worse. I didn’t have any experience with protective padding, and I had to imagine Vivian was telling the truth about it being better to have assistance with that process.
A private bathroom would be ideal as well. I wasn’t sure if we had one on our floor that was truly private, mostly since I had never needed anything beyond the women’s room. Then there was the same problem that wasn’t going to go away until people started leaving around 5 PM–As long as I was dressed like this, I much preferred the cover of my private office.
“That’s when we’ll have Aurora step forward?” Megan asked.
It was more than enough to snap me back to attention, even if the casual question was directed more towards Blaire. “Mm hmm,” Blaire hummed, “Wet diapers and all. Mind helping out with that part of the demonstration? I can stay at the microphone.”
Right. Wet diapers. I was still worried about the present; I had temporarily forgotten that part of the deal was to use the diapers and briefly wear them between then and the end of the presentation. It had seemed tolerable at the time, when I was only thinking about the evening’s schedule, rather than how things during the workday would go after making such a decision.
“Of course,” Megan nodded, “I can handle our little model.”
This time, I felt the need to speak up. They were talking about me right in front of my face, and one of our interns couldn’t refer to me like that.
As I opened my mouth to assert my authority, I was cut off, and not by Blaire or Megan. This time, it was my abdomen that awkwardly growled in the slight pause after Megan’s response.
I couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the sound that the two of them clearly heard. More importantly, it was starting to feel like the urge I felt a minute or two ago was more pressing than I had anticipated.
Part Four
It wasn’t much longer before I knew that there was no getting away from what I had to do. Using the bathroom required leaving the private office and letting everyone in my department see me like this for a second time. Sure, plenty of them would be at the event where I’d be on stage in the immature get-up, but that would involve a lot more context in terms of why I was modeling the diapers and everything else.
Embarrassing as it was, I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t as if I could just hold it all afternoon. I stood up, intending to simply walk out and take care of business. I’d have to figure out what to do afterwards; if I couldn’t properly secure the diapers myself, I would need to stop by R&D again.
Turns out, I couldn’t leave. Not when I was wearing the mittens I had momentarily forgotten about.
Before I could say anything, Blaire asked, “What is it, Aurora?”
“I need to use the restroom,” I said. When was the last time I said something like that? In a professional setting, all you had to do was quietly excuse yourself to take care of business. We were all adults, and didn’t need to ask permission or inform anyone of the specifics. “Megan, come help me with these.”
Megan tilted her head, just like the last time I made such a request.
Saving her from having to ask, Blaire responded instead. “We already talked about this, Aurora. You need to wear the full ensemble, mittens included. As for relieving yourself, that’s what your diapers are for.”
I couldn’t help but flush at the casual way she referred to them as mine. More importantly, Blaire wasn’t in charge. I was her boss! “I’m serious, Blaire. I said I’d do that tonight, not in the middle of the workday.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. Standing up herself, she picked up a sheet of paper tucked underneath one of the small piles she and Megan had been working from. “Take a look here. Paragraph five.”
It was a copy of the contract I had signed before undressing and letting the research girls diaper me. The section Blaire was referring to specified that I was to keep the diapers on through the end of the evening’s events, and relieve myself in them to demonstrate the effectiveness of the protective padding. “But, that doesn’t mean-” I started to say.
“Yes, it does,” Blaire cut me off, “That means you’re not allowed to take them off until later tonight. If you need to go, you’re wearing a toilet. Besides, you of all people should know how good the diapers are. You’re not going to leak, and no one is going to know until our presentation.”
That wasn’t the point! Yes, the diapers would hold everything, and there wouldn’t be a trace of a gross smell. But that didn’t mean I could use them at work. “That’s not-”
Talking over me again, she said, “You signed a contract, Aurora. And Vivian said that she diapered you personally. If you were to take those off, I’d have to send you back down for her to do that all over again. She’s a busy girl, and probably doesn’t have time for that. This is why I’m in charge for the day. You need to focus on being our model, including all the responsibilities that entails. And yes, wetting yourself counts as a responsibility; that’s what the original model had signed up for.”
“You’re- you’re not in charge!” I insisted. My authority was obviously undermined while standing there in the childish onesie, along with the bulk between my thighs. By contrast, Blaire had her usual blouse and pencil skirt combo, and stood over a half foot taller than me now that I was barefoot. Even so, I tried to assert what was supposed to be the natural order of things. “I am.”
“We already talked about this as well,” Blaire calmly responded, with a small eye roll, “Remember? I’m taking your role today. Megan is taking mine. And you’re the model.”
But, we didn’t actually talk about that. I was just having a difficult time standing up to her when not in my usual element. And it was only getting more complicated, now that I was trying to argue multiple things at once. Things that shouldn’t require an argument, like how I’m the one running our department, and that I should be able to use the bathroom properly.
Blaire plucked the page from my hand, asking me point blank, “Did you sign this, Aurora? Yes, or no?”
“It’s not that simple!” I insisted, “We never said I was fully taking the model’s job. And she wouldn’t have used these until right before the presentation.”
“We all said that,” Blaire responded, her voice annoyingly calm and firm, “You volunteered for this. You signed a contract. Yes?”
Yes. Technically. Maybe. She was totally twisting the facts, and I once again found my thoughts interrupted by another unladylike growl from my abdomen. “Blaire-”
“Aurora. This is not up for discussion. You made a commitment, and signed a legal document. Now you need to be a big girl and see this through.”
Those casual patronizing words weren’t helping anything. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “I need to do more than just pee!”
That’s all that the model was supposed to do for us. Wet diapers that didn’t smell or leak would be more than enough of a demonstration, and we had decided that was as far as things should be taken without grossing out those in attendance. As successful as this product would be, not every department had been involved in the development of the padded protection.
Megan quietly snorted. Blaire, however, barely reacted. “That’s fine,” she said, “The diapers are designed to hold a mess like that. In fact, that will make for a better presentation. If your diapers are full, we can demonstrate how well they work.”
“Who cares?!” I snapped, “That doesn’t mean I should-”
“Aurora!” Blaire’s voice was more harsh than before as she cut me off this time. “I already told you, this is not up for discussion.” She stepped forward, towering over me and crossing her arms. “As for who cares, I do. I’m in charge of this department, and tonight is important to me. Now, I’m tired of your whining. Here’s what we’re going to do. Megan?”
Megan stood up as well, back to keeping a straight face after her immature reaction a minute ago. She came over and placed something pink in Blaire’s hand, then took a small step back to not overly crowd me.
I wasn’t left in suspense for very long. Blaire held up a pink pacifier that had a matching strap, letting me take it in before saying, “Vivian recommended this for the outfit, and I think it’s a good idea. Here.” She brought the silicone bulb closer to my mouth, as if she was expecting me to just take it.
“What? You-MMmph!” Just like that, the pacifier was being shoved between my lips. The fucking audacity! My eyes widened, at both the intrusion, as well as how unexpectedly big the bulb was. It compressed my tongue to the point that I basically lost the ability to speak coherently, as I found out when trying to step back and yell at Blaire. “T’hhn -ith nnngh . . . yjhh mmmph!”
“Aurora. Calm down. Do you want everyone out there to hear you making a scene?” Blaire asked. Ignoring my muffled protests, she leaned forward and wrapped the strap around my head. Apparently there was a clasp, as there was a sharp *click* as she tightened the immature thing and secured it. “There. How does she look, Megan?”
“Really cute,” Megan smiled, “It suits her.”
“Agreed,” Blaire said, “Before you get all pouty, Aurora, this is in the contract as well. You’re to model the accessories that go with your diapers. And this way, you’ll be less disruptive while Megan and I work. If you think about it, the original model wouldn’t even be here yet. So why don’t you just sit quietly and listen for now? Okay?”
“Mm mmgh!” I shook my head. My impulse was to remove the pacifier, only to realize upon reaching for the strap that I couldn’t do anything about it when my hands were stuck in the mittens. Opening a door was enough of a challenge; there was no way I’d be able to undo a small clasp without assistance.
Blaire just sighed. “Aurora. Are you a big girl? Yes, or no?”
I was getting so fed up with how she said my name like that. It sounded like she was getting a child’s attention, rather than addressing me with the respect I deserved. And now that I could no longer speak, avoiding her unfair yes/no questions wasn’t as easy. If I said ‘no,’ that implied that I was a little girl or whatever. And yet, I was an adult. ‘Big girl’ was hardly the phrase I’d use to describe myself, or anyone my age for that matter.
The thought of simply leaving the office did cross my mind. Blaire was being a brat, and there were any number of people in our department who could help me deal with this situation. Except this was currently contained. Letting everyone see me in the babyish ensemble on stage was a lot different from a one on one encounter that could potentially screw with my reputation for the coming days, or even weeks.
There was also so much to deal with, to the point where I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Diapers. Mittens. Pacifier. A contract that was a bit more involved than I had realized when signing it, and my bowels telling me that the pressing urge to relieve myself was starting to feel more like an emergency.
“Aurora. Earth to Aurora.” Blaire snapped her fingers, annoyingly close to my face. “Are you a big girl?”
Pardon me for being distracted by a fucking PACIFIER being in my mouth. After trying and failing to shift my tongue in a way that allowed me to form any kind of normal sound or syllable, I gave a slow nod of my head. Clearly reluctant, and with my eyes narrowed. Then I gestured to the pacifier with one of the mittens, communicating in basically the only way that I could at the moment.
“Yes, you’re a big girl?” she clarified.
For fuck’s sake. I nodded again, flushing slightly at the humiliating situation I was stuck in. What did Blaire think she was doing?! I was going to fire her first thing the following morning for this. Well, I wasn’t actually sure if I had the power to fire her, with how she had been transferred to my department without my approval to begin with. But I could at least write her up, and ideally send her to another team that had nothing to do with mine. I definitely would be able to fire Megan, since I had authority over the interns that I oversaw.
“You say you’re a big girl,” Blaire said, “Why don’t you prove it? Megan and I are going to get back to work. I want you to sit over there, without fidgeting, and just listen. When we’re done with our adjustments, and our edits, you can take a look. How does that sound?”
Again, I couldn’t speak without sounding ridiculous. This time, I shook my head. I had so much to say, yet couldn’t do anything about the pacifier preventing me from doing so.
“Too bad,” she replied, “I’m in charge, and you’re technically not even supposed to be here until later. Now, do you want to sit down and behave, or should I call an intern to take you somewhere else until I’m done with my work?”
She wouldn’t do that, would she? With how she was acting right now, I wasn’t sure how far Blaire would take things. Kicking me out of my own office, and using an intern to do it? That was bad enough, and I still didn’t want to be seen again by anyone out there. I couldn’t believe Blaire was taking advantage of my ‘outfit’ like this, and pretending like I was nothing more than the model we had hired.
Once again answering for me, as I was too caught up in my frustrations and nonstop thoughts to respond with some kind of nonverbal something, Blaire said, “Megan? Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” Megan said. She stepped over and placed her hand on my upper back, nudging me towards the small sofa I had parallel to the side wall of my office. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, though it was a good way to make the occasional meeting more informal. I really didn’t need help to walk the five feet over to it. “Have a seat, Aurora,” she said, mirroring the casual tone Blaire was opting for, “And shush.”
I briefly considered refusing, except that would look incredibly immature when paired with my current image. All I could do was lower myself as gracefully as I could manage in the padding, still not used to moving around in the bulky underwear.
“We’ll be done soon, Aurora,” Blaire said, “Just be a little patient. And you look so cute! I bet you’ll get a lot of attention tonight. Ready to get back to work, Megan?”
“Of course,” Megan smiled, “I’m your assistant manager for the day. That’s a lot of responsibility!”
“Tell me about it,” Blaire rolled her eyes, “Alright, where did we leave off?”
Megan returned to my desk, taking her seat from before. The two of them got right back to it, as if everything with the pacifier and everything else didn’t even happen. I don’t know what was more infuriating; that I was being treated like this, or that I was being completely ignored afterwards.
And, on top of everything else, I was hit by a small cramp and yet another audible growl from my body. I really needed to use the bathroom, and I was even further away from being able to take off the diapers than I had been before.
Part Five
For a few minutes, I just awkwardly sat there.
What else could I do, but listen? My hands were clasped into mittens, and the pacifier kept me from speaking. Even if I was okay with Blaire taking my desk and my preparation for the coming evening, which I wasn’t, I was restricted to the point where I couldn’t get any actual work done in the meantime. So I subjected myself to doing nothing as Blaire and Megan continued adjusting the script.
I could barely figure out what they were changing, either. More often than not, they referred to the words on the screen, which was halfway across the office and facing away from me.
Then, someone knocked on the open office door. It was just Cora, one of the interns. Regardless, her arrival startled me a little, which in turn brought on another wave of discomfort below. That wasn’t a good sign. Pretty much whenever I shifted to something besides the carefully controlled position my body was in, I could feel the urge to relieve myself increase.
Cora glanced back and forth between me and Blaire, at which point Blaire answered the question that hadn’t quite formed. “I’m in charge today, Cora. As you can see, Aurora is in a bit of a timeout. What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to double check what format Ms. Wilson wanted for the latest report?” she said, giving me another look. I was the one who gave tasks to the interns, including the one Cora was asking about. It made perfect sense for her to defer to my judgment, yet I couldn’t say a single word without sounding ridiculous.
“First of all, please refer to her as ‘Aurora.’ Today, she’s our diaper model; at best, that makes her a consultant. As for your report, I’ll send a message to you and the other interns about formatting. Can you do me a huge favor, Cora?”
“Of course,” the girl nodded. Like Megan, and basically every intern, she was trying to prove herself as a valuable team member. “Anything you need.”
“Would you mind telling your fellow interns to direct everything towards me for the rest of the afternoon? As you can see, Aurora has lost most of her privileges. I’ll be the one answering her phone and replying to her messages, so it will be easier if you send emails directly to me instead. Actually, you should mention this to the admin girls as well, if they want a prompt response about anything.”
“Sure,” Cora said, “Anything else?”
“That’s it for now,” Blaire replied, “Thanks, Cora.”
I couldn’t tell what the young intern thought about all of this. What I did know was that Blaire was setting herself up to look like she was taking on more responsibilities, if only for one afternoon. By telling it to Cora verbally, there wouldn’t be a paper trail. I’d just look like I wasn’t working nearly as hard as my assistant manager.
As soon as Cora left the office, I vocalized my objections. “Mm mmm!” I was severely limited by the pacifier that essentially doubled as a gag. As ridiculous as my muffled voice sounded, I had to get Blaire’s attention somehow.
“Aurora, shush,” Megan said. It was even more frustrating for one of our interns to speak to me like that.
“You heard her,” Blaire said, “We have work to do. Just sit there and listen, okay?”
But- I didn’t want to just sit there and listen. This was so over the top in terms of the freedoms I had temporarily lost, yet the girls in my office were acting like it was perfectly normal. It didn’t matter that Blaire was competent at her job; I was still the one in charge, despite what she was insisting about our current dynamic.
Unfortunately, my ability to focus on the issue at hand dramatically decreased when I felt a much more pressing urge below. My eyes widened and I hastily stood up, exclaiming another series of incomprehensible sounds. Why had I let myself end up in this situation? Why had I waited so long to make a bigger deal about it?! I was seconds away from a major accident, and was nowhere near a toilet.
“Aurora? Is there something you need?” Blaire asked.
Her calm voice was a frustrating contrast to my racing thoughts and emotions, not that I really had the headspace to be annoyed with her when I was a lot more focused on the daunting reality I was facing. Unless I could somehow race to the nearest bathroom and remove everything keeping me from relieving myself, I was going to . . .
Before I could attempt to nonverbally answer Blaire’s question, it happened. My bowels completely betrayed me. No matter how hard I tried to hold back the inevitable, I could feel a warm lump forcing its way out from between my cheeks. A tiny squeak of embarrassment formed in the back of my throat as I felt the diapers hugging me from how the surprisingly large chunk found space between my ass and the padding.
That was only the beginning. If anything, it was like the metaphorical cork had been popped. I could feel myself pushing down there, in a way that was completely out of my control. Grunting slightly, I blushed furiously as another lump worked its way out of my body and into the diapers. I couldn’t help but squat slightly to make room for the increased mess, even when doing so would give away what was happening.
As the third chunk escaped, I realized that Blaire and Megan were staring at me. To my horror, I felt a fourth wave starting. A rush of mess worked its way into the already full diapers, as I basically voided my entire system into the protective padding. I couldn’t remember the last time I relieved myself so thoroughly, and it was currently happening at the worst possible moment.
I could feel the diapers sagging heavily beneath me as the disgusting torrent finally subsided. Except the experience wasn’t over yet. A natural wet followed, as evidenced by an audible hissing that filled the otherwise quiet office. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since before my shower that morning, which meant that I was emptying my ‘tank’ after a decent amount of coffee and water.
My blush deepened as I felt the warmth spreading, mortified at how the diapers began clinging to me while simultaneously sagging more than before. The stream kept going for at least thirty seconds, as did the accompanying sound. Probably longer, unless it just felt like that with how loud it sounded from both the embarrassment of what was happening and the continued silence as the other two present witnessed what I was doing.
When things slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped, Blaire and Megan glanced at each other . . . then burst into laughter.
I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t fucking funny! It was disgusting, and humiliating, and so much more. I narrowed my eyes, but couldn’t do much more than that. Most of my energy was spent wrapping my head around the fact that I just filled the diapers up like a fucking baby.
Blaire was the first one to pull herself together. “Sorry, Aurora. It’s just- You were just supposed to wet your diapers. Could you really not hold it? You do realize you have to keep those on until after the presentation, right?”
“I bet she wanted to test them personally,” Megan pointed out, “She’s always so thorough, isn’t she?”
“Mm MMph!!” I shook my head. They weren’t seriously suggesting that this was my way of testing our product. And no matter how much they pretended like this was about business, or apologized for finding amusement at the fact that I had just used the diapers, this was clearly enjoyable to them at some level.
“Aurora, hush,” Blaire snapped. Just like that, she was back to her ‘in charge’ facade. “There’s a reason you’re sucking on that pacifier. Megan and I still have a lot of work to do, and I’m going to have to let the interns babysit you if you aren’t able to sit there quietly. Now, did you just use your diapers? Yes, or no?”
It took me a few seconds to process her words. Mostly because I was still standing there, slightly squatting, frozen as if that would solve any of my problems. The warmth and weight of the diapers was a lot, considering my age and maturity. Literally any movement would make things worse down there, and I certainly couldn’t let myself be kicked out of my own office in this state.
Blaire’s question wasn’t fair. It wasn’t as if I could deny what I had just done, and I was worried she’d actually follow through on the idea to send me somewhere else. So I begrudgingly gave a small nod of my head, still trying to sort out how things had snowballed so far out of my control.
“Megan? Can you make sure everything’s contained in her diapers?”
Before I knew it, Megan was approaching me and telling me to hold still. She knelt down and examined my crotch, which felt all kinds of inappropriate despite how she was simply making sure that nothing had leaked onto the onesie. “Nothing,” she said, “Can’t smell a thing, either. These things really work.” With no warning, she cupped the base of the diapers with her hand and gave them a feel. “Oh, my God. Blaire. These are heavy. You really let go, didn’t you, Aurora?”
“That’s good,” Blaire smiled, “The more she fills her diapers up, the more impressive our demonstration will be later. Really good work, Aurora. I don’t think we need anything else from you, so you can just sit back down and listen. Megan? Why don’t you help get her settled.”
Megan placed her hand on my upper back and nudged me forward. I didn’t have any time to think about it, and the pacifier kept me from speaking up. All I could do was stand up properly at the last second and let Megan guide me, cringing at how every step felt after my ‘accident.’
Then she was turning me and giving me a small push towards where I had been seated before. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. “Mmph!” I exclaimed, as if that would do any good. My reluctant squirming only made things worse when gravity took over. I landed hard on the leather cushion, and the squishy mess in the diapers. Some of it literally went up into me, between my cheeks, which was beyond disgusting a sensation. “MMM HMFF!!” I squealed.
“Aurora!” Megan exclaimed. She placed her hands on my shoulders, firmly holding me in place and meeting my eyes. “Hold. Still. You’re making a scene.”
“She’s right,” Blaire said, “Just sit there and behave yourself. The sooner Megan and I are done here, the sooner we can start getting prepped for everything tonight.”
I tried not to pout behind the pacifier. Frustrated as I was, it was difficult to be commanding or confident in my current state. A fucking intern was manhandling me a little bit, and I was wearing dirty diapers. Dirty. Diapers. It still hadn’t fully sunk in that I had relieved myself, in protective padding. In my office, during the middle of a workday.
Megan just smiled and gave my head a patronizing pat. “Behave,” she said. Then she returned to the seat by my desk, as if nothing had even happened. Blaire did the same, but with my chair.
Before, seeing her at my spot had been such a big deal. Now, I had a lot more on my mind. Were they actually going to make me sit like this until the event later? It didn’t matter what I signed; that was so gross and, like she said, not what the actual model had agreed to do for us. If I had the ability to speak, I would have demanded to see the contract. Or, more likely, demanded that I be allowed to clean myself up and change into fresh underwear.
For the longest time, I tuned Blaire and Megan out. Not on purpose. I should have been listening intently, to have a better sense of the edits they were making to the script I had worked so hard on. That was easier said than done when I was caught up in my own thoughts, and physical discomfort.
Megan was right, of course. The diapers were heavy. I had really let go. Somehow. It was quite the coincidence that I had so urgently needed to relieve myself on the same day I had been taped into diapers, though I had also waited longer than I normally would have to make my way to the bathroom. Even if my faint suspicions were accurate and Blaire had set me up beyond the babyish outfit and infuriating restraints, there was no way I’d be able to prove it.
All I could do was sit there. As much as I hated to admit it, and as patronizing as it had sounded, Megan was right about how I needed to avoid ‘making a scene.’ Anything that drew attention to my current situation, especially to everyone in my department, wouldn’t be good for me. Humiliating as this was, Blaire and Megan were currently the only ones who knew about it. While I rationally knew that wouldn’t last forever, I still felt the need to avoid anyone else in our department knowing more than they already did about my diapered state.
And, as I sat there in dirty diapers, Blaire continued making herself at home in my office without sparing me as much as a glance.
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