The Presentation

Chapter 5
The Presentation, Part Five

Part Five

For a few minutes, I just awkwardly sat there.

What else could I do, but listen? My hands were clasped into mittens, and the pacifier kept me from speaking. Even if I was okay with Blaire taking my desk and my preparation for the coming evening, which I wasn’t, I was restricted to the point where I couldn’t get any actual work done in the meantime. So I subjected myself to doing nothing as Blaire and Megan continued adjusting the script. 

I could barely figure out what they were changing, either. More often than not, they referred to the words on the screen, which was halfway across the office and facing away from me.

Then, someone knocked on the open office door. It was just Cora, one of the interns. Regardless, her arrival startled me a little, which in turn brought on another wave of discomfort below. That wasn’t a good sign. Pretty much whenever I shifted to something besides the carefully controlled position my body was in, I could feel the urge to relieve myself increase.

Cora glanced back and forth between me and Blaire, at which point Blaire answered the question that hadn’t quite formed. “I’m in charge today, Cora. As you can see, Aurora is in a bit of a timeout. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to double check what format Ms. Wilson wanted for the latest report?” she said, giving me another look. I was the one who gave tasks to the interns, including the one Cora was asking about. It made perfect sense for her to defer to my judgment, yet I couldn’t say a single word without sounding ridiculous.

“First of all, please refer to her as ‘Aurora.’ Today, she’s our diaper model; at best, that makes her a consultant. As for your report, I’ll send a message to you and the other interns about formatting. Can you do me a huge favor, Cora?”

“Of course,” the girl nodded. Like Megan, and basically every intern, she was trying to prove herself as a valuable team member. “Anything you need.”

“Would you mind telling your fellow interns to direct everything towards me for the rest of the afternoon? As you can see, Aurora has lost most of her privileges. I’ll be the one answering her phone and replying to her messages, so it will be easier if you send emails directly to me instead. Actually, you should mention this to the admin girls as well, if they want a prompt response about anything.”

“Sure,” Cora said, “Anything else?”

“That’s it for now,” Blaire replied, “Thanks, Cora.”

I couldn’t tell what the young intern thought about all of this. What I did know was that Blaire was setting herself up to look like she was taking on more responsibilities, if only for one afternoon. By telling it to Cora verbally, there wouldn’t be a paper trail. I’d just look like I wasn’t working nearly as hard as my assistant manager.

As soon as Cora left the office, I vocalized my objections. “Mm mmm!” I was severely limited by the pacifier that essentially doubled as a gag. As ridiculous as my muffled voice sounded, I had to get Blaire’s attention somehow.

“Aurora, shush,” Megan said. It was even more frustrating for one of our interns to speak to me like that.

“You heard her,” Blaire said, “We have work to do. Just sit there and listen, okay?”

But- I didn’t want to just sit there and listen. This was so over the top in terms of the freedoms I had temporarily lost, yet the girls in my office were acting like it was perfectly normal. It didn’t matter that Blaire was competent at her job; I was still the one in charge, despite what she was insisting about our current dynamic.

Unfortunately, my ability to focus on the issue at hand dramatically decreased when I felt a much more pressing urge below. My eyes widened and I hastily stood up, exclaiming another series of incomprehensible sounds. Why had I let myself end up in this situation? Why had I waited so long to make a bigger deal about it?! I was seconds away from a major accident, and was nowhere near a toilet.

“Aurora? Is there something you need?” Blaire asked. 

Her calm voice was a frustrating contrast to my racing thoughts and emotions, not that I really had the headspace to be annoyed with her when I was a lot more focused on the daunting reality I was facing. Unless I could somehow race to the nearest bathroom and remove everything keeping me from relieving myself, I was going to . . .

Before I could attempt to nonverbally answer Blaire’s question, it happened. My bowels completely betrayed me. No matter how hard I tried to hold back the inevitable, I could feel a warm lump forcing its way out from between my cheeks. A tiny squeak of embarrassment formed in the back of my throat as I felt the diapers hugging me from how the surprisingly large chunk found space between my ass and the padding.

That was only the beginning. If anything, it was like the metaphorical cork had been popped. I could feel myself pushing down there, in a way that was completely out of my control. Grunting slightly, I blushed furiously as another lump worked its way out of my body and into the diapers. I couldn’t help but squat slightly to make room for the increased mess, even when doing so would give away what was happening.

As the third chunk escaped, I realized that Blaire and Megan were staring at me. To my horror, I felt a fourth wave starting. A rush of mess worked its way into the already full diapers, as I basically voided my entire system into the protective padding. I couldn’t remember the last time I relieved myself so thoroughly, and it was currently happening at the worst possible moment.

I could feel the diapers sagging heavily beneath me as the disgusting torrent finally subsided. Except the experience wasn’t over yet. A natural wet followed, as evidenced by an audible hissing that filled the otherwise quiet office. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since before my shower that morning, which meant that I was emptying my ‘tank’ after a decent amount of coffee and water.

My blush deepened as I felt the warmth spreading, mortified at how the diapers began clinging to me while simultaneously sagging more than before. The stream kept going for at least thirty seconds, as did the accompanying sound. Probably longer, unless it just felt like that with how loud it sounded from both the embarrassment of what was happening and the continued silence as the other two present witnessed what I was doing.

When things slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped, Blaire and Megan glanced at each other . . . then burst into laughter.

I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t fucking funny! It was disgusting, and humiliating, and so much more. I narrowed my eyes, but couldn’t do much more than that. Most of my energy was spent wrapping my head around the fact that I just filled the diapers up like a fucking baby.

Blaire was the first one to pull herself together. “Sorry, Aurora. It’s just- You were just supposed to wet your diapers. Could you really not hold it? You do realize you have to keep those on until after the presentation, right?”

“I bet she wanted to test them personally,” Megan pointed out, “She’s always so thorough, isn’t she?”

“Mm MMph!!” I shook my head. They weren’t seriously suggesting that this was my way of testing our product. And no matter how much they pretended like this was about business, or apologized for finding amusement at the fact that I had just used the diapers, this was clearly enjoyable to them at some level.

“Aurora, hush,” Blaire snapped. Just like that, she was back to her ‘in charge’ facade. “There’s a reason you’re sucking on that pacifier. Megan and I still have a lot of work to do, and I’m going to have to let the interns babysit you if you aren’t able to sit there quietly. Now, did you just use your diapers? Yes, or no?”

It took me a few seconds to process her words. Mostly because I was still standing there, slightly squatting, frozen as if that would solve any of my problems. The warmth and weight of the diapers was a lot, considering my age and maturity. Literally any movement would make things worse down there, and I certainly couldn’t let myself be kicked out of my own office in this state.

Blaire’s question wasn’t fair. It wasn’t as if I could deny what I had just done, and I was worried she’d actually follow through on the idea to send me somewhere else. So I begrudgingly gave a small nod of my head, still trying to sort out how things had snowballed so far out of my control.

“Megan? Can you make sure everything’s contained in her diapers?” 

Before I knew it, Megan was approaching me and telling me to hold still. She knelt down and examined my crotch, which felt all kinds of inappropriate despite how she was simply making sure that nothing had leaked onto the onesie. “Nothing,” she said, “Can’t smell a thing, either. These things really work.” With no warning, she cupped the base of the diapers with her hand and gave them a feel. “Oh, my God. Blaire. These are heavy. You really let go, didn’t you, Aurora?”

“That’s good,” Blaire smiled, “The more she fills her diapers up, the more impressive our demonstration will be later. Really good work, Aurora. I don’t think we need anything else from you, so you can just sit back down and listen. Megan? Why don’t you help get her settled.”

Megan placed her hand on my upper back and nudged me forward. I didn’t have any time to think about it, and the pacifier kept me from speaking up. All I could do was stand up properly at the last second and let Megan guide me, cringing at how every step felt after my ‘accident.’

Then she was turning me and giving me a small push towards where I had been seated before. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. “Mmph!” I exclaimed, as if that would do any good. My reluctant squirming only made things worse when gravity took over. I landed hard on the leather cushion, and the squishy mess in the diapers. Some of it literally went up into me, between my cheeks, which was beyond disgusting a sensation. “MMM HMFF!!” I squealed.

“Aurora!” Megan exclaimed. She placed her hands on my shoulders, firmly holding me in place and meeting my eyes. “Hold. Still. You’re making a scene.”

“She’s right,” Blaire said, “Just sit there and behave yourself. The sooner Megan and I are done here, the sooner we can start getting prepped for everything tonight.”

I tried not to pout behind the pacifier. Frustrated as I was, it was difficult to be commanding or confident in my current state. A fucking intern was manhandling me a little bit, and I was wearing dirty diapers. Dirty. Diapers. It still hadn’t fully sunk in that I had relieved myself, in protective padding. In my office, during the middle of a workday.

Megan just smiled and gave my head a patronizing pat. “Behave,” she said. Then she returned to the seat by my desk, as if nothing had even happened. Blaire did the same, but with my chair. 

Before, seeing her at my spot had been such a big deal. Now, I had a lot more on my mind. Were they actually going to make me sit like this until the event later? It didn’t matter what I signed; that was so gross and, like she said, not what the actual model had agreed to do for us. If I had the ability to speak, I would have demanded to see the contract. Or, more likely, demanded that I be allowed to clean myself up and change into fresh underwear. 

For the longest time, I tuned Blaire and Megan out. Not on purpose. I should have been listening intently, to have a better sense of the edits they were making to the script I had worked so hard on. That was easier said than done when I was caught up in my own thoughts, and physical discomfort. 

Megan was right, of course. The diapers were heavy. I had really let go. Somehow. It was quite the coincidence that I had so urgently needed to relieve myself on the same day I had been taped into diapers, though I had also waited longer than I normally would have to make my way to the bathroom. Even if my faint suspicions were accurate and Blaire had set me up beyond the babyish outfit and infuriating restraints, there was no way I’d be able to prove it.

All I could do was sit there. As much as I hated to admit it, and as patronizing as it had sounded, Megan was right about how I needed to avoid ‘making a scene.’ Anything that drew attention to my current situation, especially to everyone in my department, wouldn’t be good for me. Humiliating as this was, Blaire and Megan were currently the only ones who knew about it. While I rationally knew that wouldn’t last forever, I still felt the need to avoid anyone else in our department knowing more than they already did about my diapered state.

And, as I sat there in dirty diapers, Blaire continued making herself at home in my office without sparing me as much as a glance.