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Elyza could barely keep herself from chuckling as her co-workers swarmed around her, as soon as Griffin left the room, assuming they were all hungry for gossip, as usual.

"Do you know who that was?" one of them hissed, as if Elyza could have possibly not.

"I know he runs the company," Elyza rolled her eyes. "So what? It was a little flirting... It isn't going to hurt anything." And, to be fair, he'd started it... Not that that was unusual, in general, though, in her time here, she'd never seen him bother to approach anyone at her level in person on anything, much less to make small talk. Maybe he was eyeing her for a promotion... Or maybe he was starting to lighten up, finally. She wasn't sure which was less likely.

"Just be careful," another woman told her. "I've heard he has some... unusual tastes."

"Nothing's going to happen," Elyza insisted. "He's married."

However, to her surprise, he kept 'happening' to run into her in the break room, when she went to get her coffee, talking and flirting some more. The fact that he was married didn't change - at least, not according to the ring on his finger - but, getting to know him a little better, she realized how charming he was, as well as handsome, although, of course, that one had been clear from the start.

Then, one day, he invited her to his office. "Look," she told him, "I like you, but I'm not going to help you cheat on your wife."

She half expected him to get mad over that, but, instead, he laughed. She blushed, all the courage she'd needed to scrounge up to tell him that vanishing as she stared down at her feet. "Don't worry," he'd said at last. "She won't mind."

That was when she started to get the feeling she was in over her head, as he started to ask her about things she might be willing to try. In her head, she was a brave warrior, ready to make a stand if he tried anything untoward... In the real world, she had rent and car payments to make, and credit cards that were already maxed out, so she needed his job... 

Besides, it was all hypothetical... Probably. It almost felt like he was running down a list, either trying to hide his real questions among all the other ones, or his 'unusual tastes' ran deeper and wider than any of her co-workers could have expected. She still enjoyed talking to him, but she couldn't help feeling like she'd gotten caught up in something more than she'd bargained for when the subject turned to this...

One day, he was satisfied. "I think you'll do," he announced, when she was about to head back to work. "Let me give you my address, and you can meet me there Saturday. You said you didn't have anything going on, didn't you?"

"I-I did, but..." she stared up at him, her resolve wavering. She didn't think he'd fire her for saying no... But she couldn't take that risk. For what comfort it gave her, a lot of the things he'd asked her about didn't sound like they would technically count as cheating, in the traditional sense... "Okay," she nodded reluctantly. "I-I can do that..."

"Oh, good, you're here," he smiled at her when she arrived at his door that Saturday. "Come on in..."

"Yes, sir," she obeyed, heart thumping wildly.

"Please," he shook his head. "We aren't at work... You can call me Griffin. Now, then, Elyza... I have somebody I want you to meet."

Meet? Who could he be talking about? Her mind raced, starting to worry she really had bitten off more than she could chew, as he led her through his huge, fancy house, into the living room, where a young woman, around her own age, was sitting.

"Elyza," Griffin said, "I'd like you to meet my wife, Tilly... You're going to be spending some time with her today."

"Y-Your wife?!" Elyza gulped, staring over at the woman anxiously. That was the last person she expected to be introduced to right now...

"Oh, Griff," Tilly purred, standing up from the sofa and walking over to Elyza, stroking her hair. "She's perfect. Come along, little Lyza... It's time to play."

Of all the things Griffin had asked her about, lesbian tendencies hadn't been one of them. Elyza could certainly appreciate the female form, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit she'd experimented a little when she was younger, but, while Tilly was very pretty, she wasn't what Elyza was into.

"I-I'm not sure..." she mumbled, blushing as Tilly took her by the hand, leading her away from the living room, away from Griffin. "I-I think I need..."

"Mommy knows what you need," Tilly cooed at her. "And don't worry... You're going to get it."

"Oh, no," Elyza squeaked, as the taller woman led her into a closed room, a nursery, filled with baby furniture, and toys... And diapers.

'Diapers' had definitely been one of the things Griffin had inquired about... Elyza remembered blushing at the thought of them, squirming in her seat... Then saying yes, thinking there was no way that could be the real thing, the one that he had actually wanted to do to her. And maybe she was right... Because it was his wife who wanted it.

"I-I'm not a baby," she insisted, as Tilly calmly pushed her inside, starting to undress her. "I-I don't need..."

"You don't need what?" Tilly paused, seeing Elyza's discomfort, bemused by it. "You can tell me, dear. What don't you need?"

Elyza, shirt half-unbuttoned, stared over at the changing table behind her, stacked high with them. "D-Diapers," she squeaked, finally.

"Aww," Tilly smiled, going back to her work. "How sweet... It's cute that you think that, Lyza... But of course you do! You're far, far too small to go to the potty, aren't you?"

"No," Elyza shook her head, blushing again as Tilly undid the straps on her heels, pulling them off, emphasizing the difference in their sizes. "I-I'm a big girl..." she sniffed, feeling less like one than she had in a very long time. 

"You're Mommy's big girl," Tilly agreed. "But that doesn't mean you're big enough for panties yet." Elyza knew she should do something else, should put a stop to this, yet she was too shy to try anything else.

And, sure enough, in no time, Tilly had her naked, and up on the changing table, a puffy, white diaper under her bottom, powdering and lotioning her up. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her there, and it had never been another woman... Elyza squirmed, face red, but Tilly ignored it, going about her work as if Elyza truly were the child she was treated her as.

"I-I'm not a b-baby..." Elyza gave one last attempt, while Tilly pulled the diaper up between her legs, but she doubted she would have even been able to convince herself, as shaky as her voice sounded. It definitely didn't work on Tilly, who taped the diaper snugly into place, covering it up with a pair of plastic pants with pink ruffles... And nothing else.

"What were you saying, dear?" Tilly smirked, helping Elyza off the table, observing as she gawked down at her outfit, pawing at the poofy padding, so distracted she didn't even answer. "That's what I thought. I think you need a little tummy time... Why don't you lie down here, and I'll get you some toys?"

Elyza wasn't sure if she had a choice or not, so, mutely, she flopped down on the rug the woman had indicated, idly kicking her feet behind her, listening to her diaper crinkle, as she watched Tilly happily digging through oversized toy chests, looking for the right stuff.

Elyza let out a squeal as the nursery door opened, and Griffin walked in, trying to cover herself up, as if he wouldn't have known exactly what was going on here. 

He didn't so much as look at her. "Excuse me, Mistress," he said, "I finished with my chores... May I have a change now?" To Elyza's shock, Tilly walked over to him, unzipped his pants, revealing a diaper underneath, not nearly as big as hers, but a diaper nonetheless. 

"You're barely soggy!" Tilly scolded, her tone completely different than the one she'd used with Elyza. "You know better... If you're out of regular chores, go wash my car, and we'll see if you're actually ready for a change then... Or do I need to get out the crop?"

He skittered away, Elyza staring after him, wondering if that was going to be her fate as well. "Don't worry," Tilly patted her on the head, setting a selection of baby toys in front of her. "Mommy would never speak to you that way, sweetie... You're a baby, not a sub."

And, despite her insistence earlier that she wasn't one, Elyza was now more than happy to accept her role, if that was the alternative.

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Tilly encouraged Elyza to play, praising her for the smallest things, which, while kind of embarrassing, was also, in a way, nice. Elyza was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but, other than being denied access to the bathroom - and told, once more, that she was 'too little' - it didn't happen.

She had no choice, ultimately, other than to wet her diaper, but Tilly wasn't mad at her, didn't quibble over how wet it was, like she had with Griffin... She changed Elyza right away, with the same gentle, motherly touch she'd used to diaper her in the first place. When she announced it was time for Elyza to have some milk, Elyza thought that would be the moment, and she was about to be breastfed; even that didn't happen, Tilly feeding her with a bottle instead.

At the end of the day, she expected to go home... Instead, she was given a bath, put into two diapers and a sleeper, and tucked into the crib for the night, to wake up to another full day of being babied, fed, looked after and doted on.

"That wasn't so bad," Tilly asked at the end of the day, helping Elyza back into her own clothes, "was it?"

"I-I guess not," Elyza admitted. Mostly, she didn't want to upset Tilly... It wasn't the worst thing in the world, though.

"You guess?" Tilly teased. "You did a wonderful job, sweetie. Griffin just isn't into this side of me... He likes me as the big, tough domme, but now and then, I like to be a sweet, soft Mommy instead... He finds that boring. Which is why he asked if he could find a replacement for me. I said yes, but only if he found me the cutest little girl he could." She tapped Elyza on the nose, the smaller woman giggling despite herself. "I think he did a wonderful job at that, for once. I'll see you next weekend."

Next weekend?! Elyza hadn't agreed to that... But, staring up at her, remembering how many times the woman had changed her diapers that weekend, she didn't have the strength to say no. It had been all right for one weekend... She didn't know if she wanted it to become a regular thing, however.

Unfortunately, she knew she was in no shape, financially, to say no. If she made Tilly mad, Griffin would do anything she said, no doubt including firing her... She had to find a new job first, to be safe. She just had to hold on until she could manage that...

She was already in a bad mood, thinking about having to start over at a whole other office, when, on her way in, she ran into her landlord. "Look," she sighed, not needing another reminder that she was late on her rent. "I've had a long weekend, and I know..."

"You were only a week late this time," he cut her off. "Not too bad. Maybe see if you can make it on time next month."

"Huh?" she frowned, but he was already gone. Curiously, back in her apartment, she checked her account online, and saw that, indeed, she was marked as paid... And she had an e-mail thanking her for her car payment. Nervously, she logged into the app for her credit card, worried it had somehow been automatically charged for those things, and she was going to get hit with a fee for going over her limit... Only to discover it, too, had been paid off, with a balance of zero.

She was pretty sure she knew what had to have happened, but she didn't have the guts to ask Griffin about it. A couple days later, however, she got an e-mail at work about a schedule change for the next day, some special work from home assignment, direct from the top, accompanied with a text from Griffin telling her to go to his house instead.

"I couldn't wait until the weekend to see you again," Tilly gushed, answering the door the next day. "Come on, let's get you diapered up before you have an accident!"

"Umm... Did you...?" Elyza started, blushing. There was no reason to ask... There wasn't anybody else she knew that would have had the money to do it. "Th-Thank you," she said.

"Of course, dear," Tilly smiled down at her. "Mommies have to look out for their babies. Which is why we need to get you out of these silly big girl panties as soon as possible!"

Elyza still looked around for another job, for a little while, as she spent every weekend, and at least one day during the week, diapered and babied by her boss's wife... Slowly, however, she started to get used to it, and even, in a weird way, look forward to it. There was something nice, and comforting, knowing she didn't have to worry about anything... And feeling that thick padding between her legs.

Mommy never touched her in any inappropriate, or sexual, way, but Elyza couldn't say the same thing about herself, when Mommy wasn't looking. It was only natural... There wasn't a lot of time for dating, when she was spending her weekends tucked into a crib nice and early.

As reluctant as she had been to start this, or continue it, she had to confess to herself, as she naughtily humped her pillow in her soggy diaper, hoping Mommy wasn't going to come in and catch her, she really had grown to like this new life, with her Sugar Mommy... And not just because of the money. It might have been what motivated her to stick with it, but now it was definitely more than that... Humiliating as it was to admit, she enjoyed being a baby.