Tricked and Treated - Part 3 (Patreon)

A few days later, Belle was still giggling to herself when she thought about it, especially at work, as she sat in what used to be Shelly's old office. Honestly, there probably hadn't been any real risk of the girl being hired back, not after Belle had framed her for embezzling all that money - something not even Shelly knew had been her - but she didn't want to take any chances. Besides, watching her whimper and pout as she sat down, feeling her dirty diaper squelch between her legs, had been adorable enough to make it all worthwhile anyway.

Honestly, how could Josie have been on the verge of letting that go? She'd bought all those diapers, all those baby clothes, everything for the nursery, almost on a whim... She was well-off enough that she didn't need a roommate, certainly didn't need the rent the girl paid her, so, when Shelly spent so long sulking after losing her job that she missed seJosiel payments, it wasn't as if that actually mattered... Josie had told Belle it was more about making the girl see how immature she could be, which was absolutely true.

She was, in fact, the person who'd suggested everyone in the office dress up for Halloween, and, even with her gone, they were still upholding the tradition... Except for Belle, of course. It was strangely surreal, walking by the cubicles and seeing everyone wearing silly costumes, rather than their normal clothes. Even her boss was in on it, as she'd seen through his window on her way in that morning.

Maybe she was being a stick in the mud, avoiding it; honestly, she'd forgotten all about it, not that she'd had any ideas for what the dress up as, anyway. Halloween was for little kids, and adults as immature as Shelly, and Belle definitely didn't fit into either of those categories... Yet, when she was, seemingly, the only one in the office not in costume, it was hard not to feel a little left out.

She was digging in her desk for some papers she'd filed away when she found it, a reminder of the maturity level of the person who'd instituted this tradition here. She couldn't help smirking as she pulled it out, setting it on her desk. Maybe the next time she babysat for the girl, she'd take it over... Honestly, it didn't surprise her to see that Shelly had kept a coloring book tucked away, in case she got bored. It was more odd that Belle hadn't found it until now. It wasn't even an adult coloring book... It was just a regular one, made for a little kid, still learning their numbers... Which made it perfect for Shelly now.

It wasn't the last - or weirdest - thing she found in her desk as she searched for the file, however. In the next drawer, she discovered a pacifier, of all things. Unlike the coloring book, it was clearly meant for a grown-up, considering the size, which meant that, unless Shelly had been into all this before her 'punishment', she couldn't have left it there. But where else could it have come from?!

Had Josie lied to her, perhaps to protect Shelly? Was Shelly actually into all this? She was definitely going to bring this up, the next time she spoke to them... She shook her head, disgusted, and went back to her search. It faintly occurred to her that she didn't recall setting the pacifier down again, but it was no longer in her hand, so she wasn't too concerned.

Then, she found the strangest thing of all... She couldn't believe what it was at first, was almost scared to pick it up, lift it out of the desk to get a better look at it. She'd seen them so many times, yet never here, in her office... Even feeling the smooth plastic under her fingers, hearing the crinkle as she got ahold of it, it was hard to accept.

This was it, she thought... Proof that Shelly actually liked diapers, or needed them; why else would she have one? And, like with everything else, how had Belle not unearthed it until now? She'd had this office a little over a year... She'd been sure she'd gone through every drawer many, many times. 

She was still pondering that when she realized she was halfway through taping the diaper onto herself, her panties half hanging out of her garbage can. She let out a gasp of shock - muffled by the pacifier that had somehow wound up in her mouth at some point - and tried to tear the infantile garment off of herself, cheeks blazing as she glanced up at the window on her door, knowing anyone could look in at any time and see her here, like this.