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Part 5

 Marianne: It’s almost time for the meeting, are you ready?

We were still in the conference room, where the meeting would take place. Jessica was now thickly diapered and smelling like fresh baby powder under her schoolgirl skirt. Her hair in a ponytail, she looked more and more like a little girl. Her poofy butt was crinkling loudly when she moved so she was trying to avoid it as much as she could.

Jessica: They’re gonna see it. It’s impossible that they wouldn’t notice it. My bum looks three times it’s usual size.

Marianne: Stop it, you wish you had a butt that size. Now your dreams come true!

Jessica: And what about Arthur? What am I supposed to tell him?

Marianne: Don’t you call him Daddy? Well now you’ll truly be his dirty little girl. Here they come!

Arthur and the clients came into the conference room, suitcases in hand. Jessica was so nervous she didn’t even stand with the rest of us when it was time to shake hands. Arthur gave her a reprimanding look but she didn’t seem to care, too focused on her predicamen and the weird feeling that was starting to come back.

After a few minutes of chit chat, it was time for Jessica to speak. Arthur only wanted her to introduce her department and then let him do the talking. She was only there to make him look good for empowering women - what a joke.

We had other plans however. Jessica got up and started talking about herself like we had instructed her.

Jessica: Hi everyone, my name is Jessica and I’ve been here for 2 weeks. My favorite color is pink and my favorite things are.... rainbows and unicorns and.... and... oh....

She contained herself to save face but I knew exactly what was going on. I got up and started patting her on the back.

Marianne: It's okay sweetie, don't worry.

Arthur: Ladies... what is that all about? What are you even doing here, you weren't invited to this meeting.

Marianne: Well someone has to watch over your little girlfriend, Arthur. I think the poor thing just had an accident again.

Arthur: What?!

Marianne: An accident, Arthur. Do you want me to check her diaper to make sure?

Jessica: But...

I lifted up her skirt in front of everyone, showing off the paralegal's very wet adult diaper. She quickly brought the skirt back down but it was too late.
Jessica: You said this wouldn't leave the room!

Marianne: It hasn't. We're still in the room.

Arthur : Do you mind explaining what the hell is going on here? I'm sorry for the inconvenience gentlemen, clearly my staff have lost their mind here. Why are you wearing a diaper Jessica?!

Marianne: I’m sorry this is my fault. Your little girl wet her Pull-Ups earlier and... she also had a poopy accident, so I thought it’d be best to change her to a diaper for the rest of the day, just in case.

Arthur: This is insane. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I won’t tolerate any of that nonsense. This is obviously a bad joke and I’m sorry that our clients had to witness this embarrassing display. Now you listen to me, Marianne...

Marianne: No, you listen to ME, Arthur. Fucking your employees is already in bad taste, but giving her a promotion two weeks in? That’s not only insulting for the hard working employees, that’s unprofessional. I’m leaving this firm for good and I want the fat bonus cheque that goes with severance. You can keep your diapered girlfriend if you want.

Jessica had been silent the whole time, looking increasingly uncomfortable, then it exploded. Loudly. She fell to her knees, in tears at the humiliation of pooping herself once again, this time in a diaper, in front of her boss / lover and important clients. Through the crying, she could only mumble:

Jessica : I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m so sorry Daddy...

Marianne: I think she needs a change.
 
I left without concerning myself with Arthur's reaction. I knew he'd be angry, he would probably yell and maybe his little girlfriend would earn a trip over his knees for the spanking of her life when the clients would be gone. I didn't care.

They both got what was coming to them. A couple of beautiful fools.

And me? Well let's just say I was satisfied with my revenge. I got the bonus I wanted. I work at a new firm that puts value on talent and merit. And I have my pictures of little Jessica with her full diaper as a souvenir.

All is well that ends wet.