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Rosina wasn't sure why she felt so nervous... Sure, this was unusual, and potentially against the rules, but it wasn't anything that crazy, all things considered.

Perhaps it was just knowing the other woman would have her fate in her hands. She didn't think Jeanne would rat her out, tell Rosina's bosses that she'd proposed an inter-office relationship, but if she was wrong, there wasn't much she'd be able to do about it. Or maybe it was knowing she was going to see Jeanne again at all... She felt a little like this every time she passed her, which made having the woman as her secretary particularly difficult, honestly.

She'd been thinking about this for weeks, however, and she knew this was what she wanted... Needed. She'd never felt this way about anyone else, not even when she'd been a silly teenager. She had to do this, or it was going to drive her crazy, thinking about what could have been.

"J-Jeanne?" she said, hitting the intercom button on her phone, blushing when her voice cracked. "Can you come into my office?"

And there she was. Like most people, Rosina had some body image issues, although she'd worked through most of them. She didn't mind as much anymore that she was on the shorter side, had grown to love herself as best she could... But, next to Jeanne, she always felt so small, so immature... 

That was why, after her little proposal, she was surprised to hear Jeanne say, "Don't you think there's a problem there, with the power imbalance?"

As silly as it was, the first thing Rosina thought of was that her secretary was the one with all the power, though, of course, that wasn't it. She was the boss... If anything went south with their relationship, she could fire Jeanne on a whim. "I-I wouldn't abuse that!" she swore. "You know me, I..."

"People are different once you start dating," Jeanne pointed out. "I don't think you would, but you never know..."

Rosina nodded; she had a point. Her minded raced, searching for a way to get around this. "W-Well," she suggested, "how about, in the relationship, you're in complete control? I'll do anything you say." She didn't mention she would have done that anyway, just for a chance to be with Jeanne, tried to make it sound like this was all to appease the other woman.

"Anything?" Jeanne's eyes sparkled.

"Anything," Rosina repeated.

Jeanne grinned. "We'll see about that... Come to my place tonight, and we may just be able to work this out."

Rosina felt like an eager puppy when she showed up at the woman's door, a ball of anxious energy bouncing on her doorstep, waiting for her to answer, then immediately feeling inadequate when she opened the door, seeing how stunning she looked in her simple, black dress. "H-Hi," she blushed, shuffling inside.

"Strip," Jeanne ordered, as soon as the door was closed.

"Wh-What?!" Rosina squeaked, gulping. Obviously, her ultimate goal did involve getting naked with the other woman, but she hadn't expected it to come so soon, or for her surroundings to be quite so brightly lit at the time.

Jeanne planted her hands on her hips firmly. "You heard me. I don't want to have to repeat myself."

"O-Okay," Rosina nodded, fumbling her way out of her expensive skirt and blouse, and, after getting a look from the secretary, her bra and panties as well, standing there, completely naked.

"Adorable," Jeanne smiled, Rosina watching it widen as she blushed, that word not exactly the reaction she'd wanted. Sexy, or gorgeous, or something on those lines would have been much better, but she'd take what she could get. "Now then," she continued, picking up something from the little table under her coat rack, and, before Rosina could react, buckling it around her boss's neck, "let's see how serious you are about this."

Rosina's eyes widened, her hands reaching up, feeling the leather looped around her neck, the cold metal of the various loops. The inside was much softer, rather comfortable against her skin, but the outside felt sturdy, unlikely to come off, no matter how hard she tried, especially when she heard the distinctive click of a lock. 

"Wh-What is this?" she gulped, shivering as Jeanne took her hand, only to wrap another restraint around her wrist, locking it there as well, finishing up with one on the woman's other wrist.

"I told you, silly," Jeanne smirked, crooking a finger through one of the loops on Rosina's collar, "I'm seeing if you really meant what you said. Come on."

Nude, restrained, and embarrassed, Rosina didn't have much of a choice, other than to follow Jeanne through the house, awkwardly trying to cover herself as she went. "N-Nice place," she commented, trying to take her mind off what was happening, whether she'd made a huge mistake.

"Just wait until you see... this," Jeanne declared, throwing open a bedroom door to reveal a nursery, complete with crib, a high chair, piles of stuffed animals - including a teddy bear that was easily bigger than Rosina - stacks of diapers, and what was clearly a changing table, one of the diapers already opened up, lying ready in the center, a soaker pad in the middle to make it even thicker.

Rosina swallowed, mouth going dry as she looked around, lamely commenting, "I-I didn't know you had a baby," even though it was obvious this wasn't meant for any child... This was all more than big enough for Jeanne herself, or... 

"I do now," Jeanne grinned, leaning in closer to Rosina's ear and whispering, "It's you." She 'helped' Rosina up onto the table, clipping her wrist cuffs to straps on the upper corners, leaving her helpless, her bare bottom landed right on the waiting diaper. Rosina's stomach churned, feeling the soft padding beneath her, hearing it crinkle and crackle as she squirmed, her heart pounding.

"Be still, little girl," Jeanne ordered gently, lifting up Rosina's ankles to adjust the diaper, to get it positioned just right. "Nobody likes a fussy baby."

She was serious.... She really wanted Rosina to do this. "I-I don't..." Rosina shook her head. "I-I'm not sure..."

"You said you'd do anything," Jeanne reminded her. "And this is what I want you to do. Are you going to back out now?"

Rosina took a deep breath, wiggling on the thick diaper. "N-No, ma'am," she decided, after staring up, seeing the beautiful woman she'd be giving up if she didn't say it. It was worth it... Besides, this might only be a test... Although, the more she thought about that, the more ridiculous it seemed, considering how much money Jeanne had clearly spent on this nursery.

"It's Mommy," Jeanne corrected, grabbing a bottle of baby powder and sprinkling it liberally onto her boss's bottom. "And you are my little Rosie. Aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, M..." Rosina started to talk, cut herself off with a gasp as Jeanne tugged the front of the diaper up between her legs, and she realized how big it truly was, how wide apart it forced her thighs. "Y-Yes, M-Mommy," she squeaked, her voice sounding so much smaller, and weaker, and more childish, even to herself.

Jeanne seemed to be a pro at this, sealing the diaper up in no time, releasing Rosie's wrists and standing her up, letting her feel her much the diaper changed her stance for a moment before spinning her around, bending her over the changing table, rubbing her diaper. "That was a good start, little girl," she said, "but you're not done yet... Show me how dedicated you really are."

"H-How, Mommy?" Rosina asked, afraid she already knew the answer.

"Your diaper, silly," Jeanne told her, giving it a soft thwack, one that could easily turn into a spanking in this position if Rosina wasn't careful. "Use your diaper, completely, right now."

There was some resistance, of course, Rosina's decades of potty training not allowing her to simply forget it at a whim, but it was shocking just how easily she was able to close her eyes, pretend she was sitting on a toilet, rather than standing in an oversized nursery in a diaper, and wet herself. The stream stopped for a moment after the first trickle, after she felt the warmth soaking into the padding, making her blush and squirm, but, with some encouragement from Mommy, she was quickly able to start it up again, and completely soak herself.

"Such a good girl," Mommy praised her. "Now... Mess yourself."

That didn't come so easily... In fact, try as she might, Rosina couldn't make herself do it, no matter how much she felt like she was letting Jeanna down, how much she knew this might sabotage this whole thing, make all this embarrassment completely pointless. Finally, Jeanne sighed, shook her head. "Well, you did show me you're willing to try," she conceded. "That's a start."

Thankfully, she unlocked the collar, and the cuffs, telling Rosina, "I don't think these are going to be necessary... But remember what they felt like. I'm still going to be as much in control of you as I would be if you were wearing these all the time, won't I?"

"Yes, Mommy," Rosina nodded instantly, wanting to do everything she could to show that, even if she'd failed one task, she was still dedicated.

"These, on the other hand," she rubbed Rosie's diaper, "are staying on."

"Wh-What if I get a rash?" Rosina blushed, squirming in her squishy, wet diaper.

Jeanne chuckled. "That's not what I mean, silly... I'll change you, of course. But you're going to be wearing these from now on. I'm going to get you into a fresh diaper, and get you dressed, and then you're going to take me to your place, where you're going to box up all your big girl panties and give them to me, to do with as I see fit, and I'm going to replace them all with diapers. What do you think about that, Rosie? Do you want to have an underwear drawer full of diapers, like a little toddler?"

Rosina fought back a gasp, staring up at her secretary with big eyes. Was she serious?! She'd spent a lot of money on all those panties... And, obviously, she didn't need diaper, wasn't a baby... If it was what Jeanne wanted, she could wear them when they were together, but all the time?!

"Well, Rosie?" Jeanne pushed.

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Rosie nodded reluctantly.

"Very good," Jeanne patted her on the head. "But I don't like how you hesitated... So I'm not changing you until it's done."

So, Rosina had to drive home, in just her blouse and diaper because her tight skirt wouldn't go on over the latter, and toss all her underwear into a box while Jeanne watched, all the while stuck in a soggy diaper, feeling like a naughty little girl who was getting her big girl undies taken away because of her accident. Seeing Jeanne fill the empty drawer with diapers only cemented that sensation, knowing that, unless she disobeyed Mommy and bought herself some more panties, that was what she was going to be wearing from now on.

"Obviously," Jeanne told her as she finally changed her into a clean diaper, "you're going to be wearing these to work from now on. And do you think you're going to get past Mommy to go to the potty?"

Rosina cheeks darkened as she shook her head, knowing the answer. "N-No, Mommy."

"Such a clever girl," Mommy kissed her on the forehead. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Jeanne asked, turning to glare at Rosina as she opened her door a crack. "I know your schedule; I know you don't have any meetings right now."

"I-I don't," Rosina admitted. "B-But..." Her cheeks were red, and hot, as she looked around, seeing all the other people around. "C-Can I see you in my office?"

"Of course, ma'am," Jeanne smiled, the word sounding so strange coming from her mouth after the previous night. "Whatever you need."

Her tone changed immediately as soon as they were in Rosina's office, and the door was closed. "Lift that skirt, young lady," she ordered. "If this isn't an emergency, I'm going to be very cross with you."

Rosina gulped, going bashfully knock-kneed as she slid her skirt upwards. "I-It's really wet, Mommy," she pouted. "I-I'm really scared it's gonna leak, a-and..."

"It does look wet," Jeanne admitted, marching over, Rosina shivering as she felt the woman's hand on her diaper, so close to her, "but it isn't soaked. I think you can wait a little longer. Or do you think you know more than Mommy?"

Rosina opened her mouth, closed it again uncertainly. She was the one wearing the diaper, obviously... Then again, Jeanne was the one who had the nursery... She had to assume she knew more about what the diapers were capable of, how much they could hold. "N-No, Mommy," she shook her head.

Jeanne smiled. "That's right, you're just a silly little baby, aren't you?" Rosie nodded. "I'm already in here, though, so I suppose I might as well. Go on, hop up onto your desk."

"No!" Rosina exclaimed before she could stop herself.

Jeanne's eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"

"M-Mommy, this is my desk!" Rosina tried to explain hurriedly. "Th-This is where I work, where I do all my big girl stuff... It's not a changing table!" She always felt the most mature here, the most in charge... For it to be used to put her into a diaper, for her to have to think about that every time she saw it, much less sat behind it... 

"Mommy doesn't want to get down on the floor," Jeanne informed her, taking a step closer, making Rosie squirm, immediately realizing she'd made a big mistake. "So, if you want a dry diaper, you're going to get up there... And you're going to do it right now, or you're getting a spanking!"

"Y-Yes, Mommy!" Rosie squealed, scrambling up onto the desk, blushing as she looked out her window, hoping the people in the office building next door weren't staring in at her, watching. That was another reason she'd had preferred Jeanne just spread the changing mat out on the floor instead... But, clearly, that wasn't going to happen. 

"I really thought you'd learned your lesson," Jeanne shook her head, getting the supplies ready. "Did you already forget?"

"N-No, Mommy," Rosina promised. "Y-You're in charge!"

"Then what do you think you're doing, coming out to ask for a change? Mommy decides when you get a dry diaper, Rosie... Not you." She pushed Rosie back, making her lie down. "I was getting ready to come check you... Do you not trust me?"

"Of course I do!" Rosina told her. "I-I was just..." She frowned as Jeanne lifted her up, slid the fresh diaper she'd grabbed under her backside... Without taking the old one off. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Did you not just claim you trusted me?" Jeanne sighed, carefully taking a pair of scissors from Rosie's desk, cutting small slits in the plastic of the diaper the girl was wearing. "Mommy decided you don't deserve a change, so you aren't getting one." Instead, she pulled the second diaper up, taping it around the first.

"I-It's so big!" Rosie gasped, sitting up and giving the poof a poke. "M-My skirt isn't going to fit over this!"

"You should be used to that by now," Jeanne smirked. "It looks nice, pushed up like that... Almost like a belt. That's how it's going to be when I check on you again later."

"B-But I have a meeting in an hour!" Rosina whined. "I-I can't go like this!"

"I'm going to call and push it until tomorrow," Jeanne told her calmly. "Along with all your other meetings today. Your task for today is to sit and here like an obedient little girl and not bother Mommy. I'll be in to check you when I think you're ready, and not a second before, and if I hear a peep out of you before then, we're doing this again tomorrow."

Rosie whimpered, wiggling her double-diapered backside. "Wh-What if someone comes to me?" she asked nervously.

"Well, it would be rude for me to turn them away," Jeanne grinned, "so you'd better make sure you don't stand up from your seat, or they'll see what a big baby you are."

"You can't do this!" Rosina pouted, stomping her foot. "Not at work!"

"And why not, little girl?" Jeanne asked, staring down at the woman, standing there in just a diaper, hair pulled into a pair of blonde ponytails, adorable pink bow clipped over each. "Have you forgotten our agreement already?"

"No!" Rosie shook her head. "And you can do whatever you want here, but there has to be a limit!"

"Sweetie," Jeanne sighed, sounding like she was about to explain something terribly simple to a very small child for the hundredth time, "work is where the power imbalance is the greatest... If you want us to be able to take this seriously, our little arrangement has to extend there as well."

"I can't spend all day every day stuck in my office in a wet diaper!" Rosina whined. "I have important stuff to do!"

"I know that," Jeanne said gently. "I'm your secretary... I know it better than anyone. Do you know how much of a pain it was to rearrange your whole schedule to make up all those meetings? But you have to learn, or this is never going to work." Rosie squirmed uncertainly. "You didn't think about that, did you? That's all right... Babies never think about how much trouble they make for their Mommies. But we're always doing what we can to make things better for them."

"Thank you, Mommy," Rosie gave her a hug. "I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," Jeanne cooed, patting the girl's diaper. "Just behave yourself from now on. Do what Mommy tells you."

"I will," Rosie promised.

Mommy smirked. "We'll see," she said. "For instance... Do you think you can do something grown-up for Mommy tonight?"

Rosina was nodding before she could even fully process what the other woman was asking. Things were moving pretty quickly, but, honestly, after everything that had already happened, it didn't feel like they were rushing at all. She was ready.

"Such an eager little girl," Jeanne smiled. "You wait here, and I'll be back in a minute."

Rosina squirmed, hardly able to contain herself. Was Jeanne changing into something a little more comfortable? She looked so sexy, no matter what she was wearing... She could hardly imagine how stunning she was going to be in lingerie... Rosina was so lucky, getting to be with her, no matter what it took...

When Jeanne returned, however, she was dressed exactly the same. The only difference was the bottle of milk she was carrying. "Wh-What's that for?" Rosie pouted, feeling disappointed, deflated.

"It's for you, silly," Mommy chuckled. "I don't drink out of baby bottles. You, on the other hand, do." She handed it over, Rosie taking it reluctantly. She hadn't drank milk in years, and feeling the warmth of the bottle made her want to continue that streak as long as possible. 

"I-I don't really..." she wrinkled her nose.

"You're going to drink it," Mommy informed her, in no uncertain terms. "And you're going to make your diapers all soggy for me... In more ways than one."

"Huh?" Rosie furrowed her brow.

Mommy led her over to the giant teddy bear, positioned her over it, straddling its big, fluffy leg. Even then, it took Rosie a moment to realize what she meant, her face lighting up as soon as it hit her. "R-Really?!" she squeaked. "D-Don't you want me to...? I-I could..." She reached tentatively for Mommy's skirt, only to have her hand swatted away, before being filled with the baby bottle of milk.

"You're not ready for Mommy yet," Jeanne chuckled. "Why don't you show me what you can do first on Teddy here, and then we'll see?"

Mommy had, indeed, seen what Rosie could do... Rosie was feeling especially bashful afterwards, once Jeanne had seen her hump herself to orgasm in her wet diaper, but she still asked, "D-Did I do it, Mommy?" hopefully.

"You sure did," Jeanne smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "You proved what a big baby you are... Did that feel nice? It looked like it did... I hope so, because that's the only way you're going to be getting off anytime soon, little one."

"B-But Mommy!" Rosie protested.

"And here I thought you wanted to show Mommy what a good girl you could be," she shook her head.

"I-I can!" Rosie told her.

"Then you are not to even think about touching yourself down there from now on," Mommy ordered. "Mommy will change you, and clean you up when you need it, and Teddy will see to your... other needs." Rosie bowed her head, blushing, but Jeanne lifted it back up by the chin, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. "Do you understand? Or do you need to wear the collar to remind you who's in charge?"

"I-I understand, Mommy," Rosie said quietly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"This is my surprise?" Rosie pouted, staring at the outfit. Mommy had promised her some new Easter clothes, and she'd expected a pretty, poofy party dress... This was not that. This was a pair of white tights, some fluffy pink shorts with a bunny tail on the back, a white shirt with a bunny on the front, and a headband with rabbit ears. 

"Somebody's in a bratty mood," Mommy teased, starting to get her ready by changing her into a fresh diaper. "It's part of your surprise."

"Sorry, Mommy," Rosie blushed. "I-I like it."

"No, you don't, but that's okay," Mommy smiled. "You're going to look adorable in it, and that's all that matters."

Mommy was, of course, right; Rosie hated tights, especially the way they compressed her diaper, made her so much more aware of the ever-present padding, but they did look pretty cute under the shorts, and the whole ensemble would have been precious on a two year old. Which, for all intents and purposes, Rosie was, at least when she wasn't at the office. She barely spent any time at her own house anymore, and when she was here, at Mommy's place, she was a baby.

"Now, for the next part of your surprise," Mommy said, helping her off the changing table and handing her a basket, "I think I heard somebunny sneak in here last night... I bet he hid some eggs..."

All Rosie had to do was look around to see that, indeed, there were Easter eggs strewn around the nursery, although calling them 'hidden' was pretty generous. Like everything else, it seemed like they'd been put there for a toddler, someone who could barely be expected to toddle around the whole room, much less actually search for anything. She was impressed Mommy had managed to do even that without waking her up, but after her little session with Teddy the night before, she'd been fast asleep before Mommy had finished securing the bars of the crib around her.

"Go on," Mommy urged. Rolling her eyes, Rosie knelt down, grabbing the nearest egg, pouting again when she picked it up.

"Empty?" she complained. "I don't even get any candy?"

"That one is," Mommy told her. "Maybe the other ones will have something. You'll have to find them all to see!"

This was all for Mommy's amusement... But Rosie was used to that by now. That's what she was here for, really, to do what Mommy said, and entertain her.

The eggs were all down on the floor, as far as she could tell, so there was no point in standing up. Diaper, and the bunny tail on the back of her shorts, waggling, she crawled from egg to egg, popping them all into her basket, feeling an awful lot like the silly baby Mommy so often told her she was.

"Oh!" she squealed as she picked one of the eggs up, seeing instantly that there was a piece of paper inside. "It has something!"

"Is it candy?" Mommy teased. "You'd better open it to find out!"

Rosie knew it wasn't candy - she could see it was just paper - and she felt embarrassingly disappointed by that, but she did as she was told anyway. Carefully, she pulled the plastic egg open, pulling the slip of paper out, and read it.

The handwriting was, of course, not the Easter Bunny's... It was Mommy's. Rosie recognized it right away, knew that anything written by Mommy was as good as a spoken order, so, obediently, she popped her thumb into her mouth and did as she'd been told. Without a second thought, she started to push, feeling her diaper starting to expand behind her, feeling the soft, warm mush begin to pour out into it.

She couldn't help, as she knelt there, pooping her pants like a good little girl, thinking of that first night, how Mommy had told her to do the same thing, and she hadn't been able to make herself do it... Now, there was no hesitation, no whining... If Mommy wanted her diaper messy, she was going to do whatever she could to give it to her. Mommy hadn't requested that again until now, so she hadn't known for sure if she would do it, but clearly she had her answer now.

It was true... There was a power imbalance in their relationship. If Rosina had ever truly been the one in control, however, she'd long since ceded all of it over to Jeanne, and things had shifted in the other direction. 

"Such a good girl," Mommy praised her, walking over, giving her still-filling diaper a pat.

"Uh-huh!" Rosie nodded, hugging Mommy's leg. "I'm Mommy's little girl!"

"Yes, you are," Mommy smiled. "Now, sweetie, there's one more part to your surprise... Do you think you're ready for it?"

"I haven't found all my eggs yet, Mommy!" Rosie pointed out.

"Don't worry, you'll have time," she chuckled. "But, sweetie, Mommy's invited her friends over... I thought it was time they got to meet my baby girl, too. Is that okay? They're all dying to see you, and you look so precious..."

Rosie sucked on her thumb, squirming in her stinky diaper. This was something they'd never done before... Mommy had pushed things at the office pretty far, but, so far - and as far as Rosie knew - nobody had ever actually seen her in her diaper other than Mommy. She had no idea who Mommy's friends were, what they were like, if they were going to make fun of her, or take pictures of her... She was going to be introduced to them not as Mommy's girlfriend, but as her little baby, in her infantile little Easter outfit...

And yet she knew, "Yes, Mommy," was the only appropriate response. 

"They're going to love you!" Mommy grinned, giving her a hug. "Now, I need to go get ready for them... I want you to try to find all the eggs, okay? If you do, you'll get a nice, clean diaper before you meet them. I have a feeling you're not quite going to make it, though."

Rosie had a bad feeling Mommy had cheated, especially when she winked down at her, had hidden one egg somewhere she'd never think to look, or couldn't reach, just so she could be sure she got to introduce her baby to her friends in a messy diaper, to show them - and Rosie - how much of an infant her 'boss' really was... But, as humiliating as the thought was, Rosie wasn't worried. 

If Mommy thought this was going to be too much for her, she wouldn't be doing it. Rosie knew she was safe, no matter how mortifying the idea of toddling out to meet a bunch of strangers in this silly outfit, and a dirty diaper, was. Mommy was in charge, after all, in complete control, and she wouldn't let anything happen to her that she couldn't handle... And that was just how they both liked it.