Doing Business, Part 17 (Patreon)

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Seventeen

I had no idea where Neve Beaufort’s office was, and I was worried that I was too late as I scrambled out of the conference room. If I had missed Lyndie and Ava, I’d probably never find them. Worse, I’d probably have to go back to the conference room and tell Ms. Heller–and likely the whole room–that I had failed, and was still wearing a wet diaper.

Thankfully, I found them waiting in the hall for an elevator.

“What are you doing here?” Lyndie asked.

“Well…Ms. Heller thought that maybe I should follow you two, to–you know–see how things are going and…uh…”

“Or,” Lyndie countered, “do you just need a diaper change yourself?”

“Bingo,” said Ava.

“Yeah,” I said, releasing a defeated sigh.

Just in time, the elevator doors opened. The three of us boarded, and Ava selected the floor from the wall panel. I think I was hoping for a more relaxed atmosphere, now that it was just the three of us–removed from our bosses and corporate overlords. Yet the elevator ride was quiet and awkward.

From the elevator, Ava led us down a few hallways in a portion of the building that I had never seen before. Considering the massive size of the building, and how little of it I had ever needed to see before, this shouldn’t have surprised me. Yet it still humbled me how easy it was to wander into an area that I’d be lost in if left to my own devices.

We reached Ms. Beaufort’s office door, which Ava unlocked with a key.

“She trusts you with a key to her office?” I asked Ava.

“Well, sure,” she replied, shrugging. “I’m her assistant.”

I wondered if this meant that one day Ms. Heller would trust me with a key to her office. It occurred to me that I spent so much time thinking about being her weird personal dolly that I rarely considered the actual assistant part of her job.

“What do you do as Ms. Beaufort’s assistant?” I asked.

“Scheduling. Filing. Paperwork. And, you know, I’m always available if she needs me to suck on her tits or something.”

She had said it casually that I almost had to think about whether or not it was actually a strange thing to request an assistant do. The door was opened and we all filed into the office before Ava shut it behind us.

It was big–though not bigger than Ms. Heller’s office. But whereas Ms. Heller’s office was sleek with its modern style, Ms. Beaufort’s office had a more antiquated charm to it. There was probably a name for this type of style–gold and marble with early 20th century aesthetics. It bordered on gaudy, but I supposed I could see it as tasteful.

“It’s gorgeous,” Lyndie said, looking around the room.

“You should tell her that,” Ava said. “She’ll love you forever.”

I didn’t want to talk about the decor. Really, there wasn’t much else that I wanted to talk about besides the reason we were all sent here in the first place.

“So…do we really have to do this?” I asked.

Both women looked at me like I had two heads.

“Well, yeah,” Lyndie said. “You need your diapers changed, right? I suspect you can’t go back there in still-wet diapers.”

“Are you nervous about getting changed in front of me?” asked Ava. “I don’t have to look. Of course, that means that you can’t look at me while I’m getting changed either.”

“I guess I mean that…isn’t it weird?” I asked. “The adults just send us off to get our diapers changed while they sit around and talk about us? And we’re just expected to…do it.”

Now both women were giggling at me.

“What?” I asked. “What’s so funny?”

“The adults?” asked Ava.

“So clearly you already see yourself as one of the babies,” added Lyndie.

I felt my cheeks blushing. What a stupid and embarassing slip. “I didn’t mean, like, adults. I meant, like…our bosses.”

“Uh huh,” Lyndie said. “Pants off. Get on the ground, baby boy. Ava, can you show me where Ms. Beaufort keeps her spare diapers and whatnot?”

“Of course,” Ava said. “But also, you don’t have to change him on the ground. Ms. Beaufort and I use this.”

She walked over to the room’s couch and pulled out the base of it, unfolding it into a bed.

“A futon,” I said. “Does she sleep here?”

“She doesn’t consider it a bed when it's unfolded,” Ava answered. “She calls it our changing table.”

This prompted another laugh from Lyndie, likely watching as my cheeks got a little darker upon hearing that.

“Go ahead, then,” Lyndie said to me. “Get your pants off and wait for me on the changing table.”

And while Ava opened a closet and was showing Lyndie where she could get more diapers, I slowly unbuckled my pants. Slowly slid my feet out of my shoes. Slowly lowered my pants down my thighs–for what felt like the 100th time just today–and stepped out of them.

“Bad news,” Lyndie said, walking back towards me as I lowered myself onto the converted-bed.

“Is she…out of diapers?” I asked. If I sounded hopeful, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to wear diapers–I was just hoping to get out of being changed in front of two attractive women.

“Oh no,” Ava said. “She has plenty of diapers.”

“The bad news is that she doesn’t have the plain white ones that Ms. Heller has been putting you in.”

“What other kind of diaper is there?” I asked, sincerely struggling with the mental image of what another type of adult diaper could look like.

Lyndie held it out in front of her so I could see it. It was certainly different, and it made the white diapers I had grown used to look as regular as a pair of the boxer briefs I had worn a week ago. For one, it was pink. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a cartoonish print that spanned the length of the diaper. Princesses. Tiaras. Unicorns. Magic wands and stars.

“I…I can’t wear that,” I said.

“It’s a diaper,” Lyndie said. “And you need a new one.”

“But I’m not a girl!” I protested.

“Well,” Lyndie retorted, “you’re not exactly a big boy either, are you?”

That shut me up.

Lyndie descended upon me, working herself between my legs to remove the mildly-sodden diaper. I had managed to wet it a little more on the way to Ms. Beaufort’s office–a semi-conscious effort to get as much out of my system to avoid yet another diaper change later today–though this was hardly the worst diaper Lyndie had ever seen me in.

“You never reached out to me with your number,” Ava said from somewhere behind me as Lyndie began peeling back the tapes.

I had almost entirely forgotten about that. Obviously. It was the first time I met Ava, just outside of Ms. Heller’s office. It was only days ago, but it felt like centuries ago now. I had promised to send her my phone number so we could connect outside of work. Presumably to talk about the weird new world I found myself in that she was already a part of.

“It’s been a hell of a week,” I said. It felt pretty strange saying anything at all while on my back in the middle of getting my diaper changed.

There was a little more confidence in Lyndie’s work as she handled this diaper. Maybe it was her new promotion. Perhaps she was just quickly getting the hang of actually changing me. Or, more than likely, it was just much easier to contend with a diaper that didn’t look like a sewage treatment plant had exploded within it. The wet diaper was opened up, and she was wiping my skin clean.

“I know this all seems overwhelming right now,” Ava said. “But…I’m happy that you’re with us now.”

“Us?” asked Lyndie. “Like…the other executive assistants?”

“Exactly,” Ava said.

“What can you tell us about the others?” Lyndie asked. “Megan? Bradley?”

“Bradley doesn’t wear diapers,” Ava said. “Well…not yet. I don’t see him very often, honestly. He’s pretty shy and mostly just sticks to Ms. Tamblerin’s side.”

Lyndie pulled the old diaper out from under me, giving my bottom one more cleansing swipe before prepping the new pink diaper to be slid under me.

“And what about Megan?” I asked.

“Megan…” There was a strange hesitation in Ava’s tone. “She’s a curious case.”

Lyndie’s eyes connected with mine, and we were both hungry for elaboration.

“Well we definitely need to know more about that,” Lyndie said, sliding the new diaper beneath me.

“Normally I wouldn’t want to tell someone else’s story,” Ava said. “But…I guess you’ll find out sooner or later for yourself anyways.”

The front of the fresh diaper was pulled through my open legs and folded over my, thankfully, limp cock and positioned in place. The new tapes were pulled open and positioned tightly in place. I was officially in a pretty pink diaper now.

“Go on,” Lyndie urged Ava, turning from me so she could face her directly. “Dish.”

“Well, Megan started working here as, uhm, Martin…”

It took a moment or two for both Lyndie and I to process that.

I spoke first, sitting up on the extended couch cushion: “Megan is a… Was a…?”

“She’s…she. Now,” Ava said. “Mutually agreed upon between herself and Mr. Yang, of course. And Mr. Yang has invested a lot in Megan.”

I had more questions, as I’m sure Lyndie did too. Questions that were probably better for Megan herself. This felt universally agreed upon, given the moments of quiet that followed.

“One baby down,” Lyndie said, getting us back on track. “One to go. Ready, Ava?”

“Y-yes,” she replied with a sheepish nod.

I stood up and stepped away from the makeshift ‘changing table,’ grabbing my pants and shoes as I gave Ava space.

“I didn’t look,” Ava said to me as she approached Lyndie.

“So I won’t look at you either,” I said.

Ava flipped up her black skirt, revealing the pink diaper underneath it. It wasn’t as easy to see the discoloration from wetness that my white diapers had, but there was an obvious heavy sag to it.

I quickly looked away, feeling bad for having seen what I had–especially after just agreeing to not looking.

“I was kidding, by the way,” Ava said. “I totally looked at you while you got your diaper changed.”

I laughed, though I felt my face growing red again.

Ava had less hesitancy than I did to lay down in front of Lyndie for her diaper change. I wondered if it was just experience. Being in that conference room had revealed what I had only suspected before–there was a strange community within this company that I was now a part of. I wondered who else had changed Ava’s diaper before. Had she been…passed around? Had Ms. Heller, at some point, changed Ava’s diaper too?

I heard Lyndie peeling back the tapes of Ava’s diaper. I kept my eyes averted.

“Is this just what happens to all executive assistants?” I asked. “We just get…put in diapers or made into sex toys?”

“Not all,” Ava said. “Ms. Heller’s last assistant certainly wasn’t invited to participate. I don’t know why. Maybe he wasn’t a good fit or had the wrong attitude.”

Daniel–I had forgotten about him. At the start of the week, he still had a job here. Now he was gone and, as best as I could tell, it was because Ms. Heller found someone else that she wanted to put into a diaper.

“Oh wow,” Lyndie said, looking down between Ava’s legs as she opened her diaper. “I’ve never seen such smooth skin before. Have you ever had hair here?”

“Ms. Beaufort is very particular about it,” Ava responded. “She keeps me very, uhm, maintained.”

I wanted to look. Very badly. But I kept a little bit of distance, being sure only to look at the back of Lyndie’s head when I glanced in that direction.

“And are you always such a heavy wetter?” Lyndie asked.

“I…I guess I don’t really think about it much anymore,” Ava said. “I pretty much wear diapers all the time. And when I have to go, I just go.”

“As any baby should,” Lyndie said, herself sounding like an expert caregiver for large babies–even if this was, by my count, only the third diaper she had ever changed.

“You like it?” I asked.

“Who, me?” Lyndie asked.

“Sorry,” I said, realizing I had just sort of blurted out that question without making it clear what I meant. “Ava. Do you like this? Your role as Ms. Beaufort’s baby?”

Ava’s response was not what I was expecting. Not words–just a soft moan.

“Oh…I’m so sorry,” Lyndie said. “I was just trying to clean you up, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, no,” Ava said to her. “It’s okay. I’m just…sensitive. It doesn’t take much to, uhm, excite me.”

It seemed like dangerous knowledge in the hands of Lyndie, though I figured I’d let Ava figure that out for herself.

“I like it,” Ava said, seeming to finally be coming back around to answering my question. “It’s obviously not normal. But it’s easy to forget that when you’re in this building. Ms. Beaufort cares for me, and she treats me incredibly well. Since becoming an assistant, it’s kind of like I’m in a different world now when I’m at the office.”

“How so?” I asked. There were plenty of obvious answers, but I felt like I still needed to hear her perspective on it.

“There’s, what, hundreds of people here?” Ava asked. “They come here every day and they just…do their job. Paperwork, analysis, meetings, collaborations. But the executives–not all of them, but the ones you met, for sure–seem to be on a completely different planet. They do minimal amounts of work, delegating the rest of it to committees and associates who do all the heavy lifting for them. And with the rest of their time, they live in this…fantasyland. Weird fetishes. Meet-ups and secret gatherings. It’s a world within a world here, and I have no doubt that we’re only seeing a small portion of it.”

I hadn’t considered it before, but Ava’s words made sense. If we lowly assistants were allowed access to this level of strangeness, maybe it wasn’t too far-fetched that there were even stranger things that we haven’t seen yet. Or that we’d never see at all.

“All done,” Lyndie said, placing the last tape for Ava’s new diaper. “You’re good to go.”

“Hey,” I said, still in the process of working out the idea I had. “Maybe we can get together later? After work? We can talk about…everything.”

Lyndie nodded, signaling that she was in.

“I’d like that,” Ava said. “Where?”

“Well,” I said with a shrug, “how about my place?”

“His roommate already knows about the diapers,” Lyndie added. “Though that’s not saying much. I feel like everyone who runs into Clark knows.”

Ava laughed. “Is that so?

“N-nevermind that. Let’s get back to the conference room.”

We traversed back to the elevator in a single-file line following Ava, who was likely the only one of us who knew how to get us back to where we needed to be. None of us had much to say–we all had a bit to think about and process. Even Ava, arguably the most experienced with this world–was the introduction of Lyndie to her world something easily accepted?

The walk back had disarmed me. By the time we reached the conference room doors, I felt pretty calm and collected. Yes, everything was weird–but I could handle it. So long as the weirdness was slowly doled out to us, we’d just continue to learn and acclimate.

You got this, I said to myself as Ava opened the door.

“Perfect, you’re back just in time,” Ms. Heller said as she stood up from her seat at the end of the table. “Let’s get you properly initiated with your ceremonial sp*nking.”