paddedlittleparadise: “For the last time, Miss Onagi, you simply do not have the time to be slacking
paddedlittleparadise: “For the last time, Miss Onagi, you simply do not have the time to be slacking off during your shift! I have hired you to be my trusted assistant, someone who can handle the hundreds of important calls that come into our consulting firm every day. I thought you were capable of that. But if I was wrong…”I shook my head hastily, feeling even as I did so a pang from my desperately full bladder. “No, Miss Townsend, I understand. I’m doing the very best job I can, I promise. It’s just that-” She clucked her tongue and shook her head in exasperation. “It’s just that you have to use the toilet again, is it? Just after going less than an hour ago?” I tried to ignore the tears that were pricking my eyes. “Yes, ma’am, I know. It’s just that I have to get up very early, and so the coffee…it, you know-”“Oh, really?” Miss Townsend asked in her trademark condescending tone, eyeing me from behind her desk with an indescribable expression of amused contempt. “So, Miss Onagi, can you elaborate for me, please, on precisely what that coffee does?” Her thin lips were compressed in something that she might have termed a smile, but all I saw was an unsympathetic smirk. She really wanted me to explain? “Um, well,” I faltered, groping for words. “You see, I have a really small bladder, and, um, well, when I drink coffee, it really, um, makes me need to go…”She motioned impatiently with her hand. “Look at me when you’re speaking, Miss Onagi, please! And no mumbling. I want to hear you speak distinctly in my office.” She smoothed her immaculately pressed pencil skirt and crossed her arms. “So are you telling me that you have to drink your coffee to perform your job?” I nodded silently, willing myself to stare meekly up into the steely-grey eyes of my boss. “And when you drink it, your bladder begins to fill with urine, correct? It grows so full, you can hardly hold it in, hmm? And you cross your legs, and you try to take your mind off it, but deep down you’re feeling the pressure build? You don’t want to think about waterfalls, or rain, or splashing fountains?” She smirked, clearly relishing my growing discomfort. “And you fear that sooner or later you, a proper young lady of twenty-three years, are going to helplessly lose control of your body and soil yourself and your clothes right there at your desk?”I blink back the tears, feeling my bladder spasm in renewed desperation. “Yes, yes, Miss Townsend! I’m sorry, I really am. I just can’t help it…” And that’s when I hear her sigh resignedly. “I see. Well, based on your pitiful performance last week, I must confess that I actually thought this might happen.” She stepped closer to loom imperiously over me. “Come on. Off with your skirt and your underwear, Miss Onagi. Now.”Frightened, I looked up at her, my hands clenching my skirt. “Um, wha-” “Do I need to repeat myself? Skirt, panties, off now. Or do I need to find a new assistant?” I shook my head frantically. “No, no, ma’am!” Off they came, and before I knew it she was motioning me onto the cold, gleaming surface of her massive mahogany desk. “I didn’t want to suggest this, but your inability to perform sustained work clearly leaves us no alternative,” she informed me coldly, opening one of the bottom drawers and pulling out what at first I took to be a folded bedsheet. What? Why?And then there I was a minute later, blushing furiously as I began to understand exactly what was going on. My boss was bundling me, her lowly assistant, into what could only be described as an adult diaper. I could feel it crinkling beneath me, far more soft and comfortable than the polished desk but oh, infinitely more humiliating. “I know you probably would never have considered this an option,” Miss Townsend told me brusquely as she, with apparently practiced hands, pulled the diaper snugly around my waist and taped it shut - tape, after tape, after tape, after tape. “But really, there’s simply no other option for someone who can’t handle prolonged periods of desk work, is there?”Tears trickled silently down my face as the full weight of my situation bored down into my consciousness. “But, but, Miss Townsend-” “Oh, quit sniveling,” she retorted, hands planted on her hips. “Get that skirt back on and go back to your desk before we lose any more time. Those phones aren’t going to answer themselves, after all. And at least now you won’t have to leave your post to fritter away time on the toilet!” I opened my mouth to protest - to point out the fact that I still needed to pee desperately - to ask why she actually thought she could do such a thing. But somehow, nothing came out. All I could do was struggle back into my skirt, pulling it awkwardly over the crinkling plastic bulk now embracing my entire backside…But as I turned to go, I felt a final rush of courage flow through me - and I took the plunge. “Um, Miss Townsend?” Her stony glare wasn’t encouraging, but I had to flounder on. “I, um, I still really need to- to- to pee.” That may have been the first and only moment I’ve ever seen a genuine smile light up her cold face. “Oh, do you now? Well, you’re in luck, my dear! Then why don’t you give that lovely new diaper of yours a nice wet introduction? You’re going to get to know each other very well in the coming weeks, I have a feeling…”And so, I slipped shamefully back to my desk, still in shock over what had transpired. As I did so, I indeed felt the first hot trickles escaping from my overtaxed bladder and into the padding bulging between my legs. Don’t think about it, I told myself blindly. I needed this job - so, so badly. And so, even as I blushed to feel the wet, humiliating rush of urine between my legs, even as I felt the first of what would be many, many soggy squishes beneath me, I knew that not even now would I give up on this job.“Good afternoon, Townsend Consulting, how may I direct your call?”Duty calls, after all. And I, as a good, obedient assistant, have to answer - even if I’m also answering a call of nature at exactly the same time. In my pants. -- source link