Game Time

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Chapter 26: The Office Baby   Chad met her gaze, his eyes blinking away a fleeting thought as he smirked, “Let’s get you dressed and then have a little talk before you can go train alongside Derek, hm?” He knew her skirt she wore that day had a wet patch he had caught when he slipped down her skirt earlier. Not to mention, he doubted it would go over the diaper. If it did, the diaper would be obvious in the tight-fitted skirt. His mind mused at making her wear that skirt another time, he'd show her mercy today.  Chad went to the closet, fetching a skater style black skirt within the few items he had. He noted he’d have to do some shopping that weekend for more items. He would need a lot more things soon than what he had in his inventory currently. He only had the supplies he did in the opportunity to diaper her sprang about and didn’t expect it’d be this soon. Luckily, he had a little stash for this impromptu situation.   Emma nodded as he approached with the skirt and she stood, eyes flicking over the mid-length skirt. It was a much shorter skirt than she’d ever worn in the office or in her normal day-to-day life. Chad kneeled in front of her, and she felt instantly heated, as he was meeting her at eye level with his stare. The idea of this man on his knees, helping her into a skirt made her knees weak and the thought brought her to a new intensity of fuzziness. One that made her mind flood with desire. “Step in, baby Emma.” He coaxed her back to reality gently, waiting for her as he held the skirt out, unzipped. She nodded, stepping and losing balance a bit as he quickly gripped her hips. Emma’s mouth opened at the contact, feeling flustered by proximity and him touching her hips. “Put your hands on my shoulders, then step little one. I know you’re just learning to walk and we’ll take it slow, hm?” He said, the belittling jab and him being so close giving her stomach butterflies. Why did she have butterflies? Fuck, Emma thought, trying to regain her footing on Earth because she obviously had fallen off the planet.  She put her hands lightly on his shoulders and stepped in. He pulled her skirt up, his fingertips skimming up her thighs in a caress and then they danced over the diaper. He adjusted the skirt, zipping it and straightening her camisole over her skirt, “There, how’s that?” He wished he had a onesie for her as his eyes glanced at the satin camisole. It was more sexy than cute, which was not his preference. Emma looked down, feeling air too close for comfort on her bottom, shifting her weight on her legs and feeling the ever-present softness in the diaper that pushed her legs apart. Luckily, the skirt was doubled lined and moved with her. It covered the diaper sufficiently, but not enough to make her not paranoid.  “Good, I guess.” She said, her voice raspy from crying and her lack of water.  “Mhm, only good? I thought you’d be feeling much better than just good that your now wearing appropriate padding.” He stood, his fingertips grazing the bottom of her skirt and pulling it up to remind her of the diaper underneath, “You should be thankful that I’m letting you wear a skirt the rest of the working day. Hm?” He held the edge of the skirt, eyes smoldering in intensity down to her. Emma gulped, still parched, “Yes, thank you.” She chirped quickly, eyes shifting at the thought of him considering not letting her wear anything to cover the diaper that day. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Part of her called bullshit on that one, yet the other part of her didn’t want to tempt fate. Chad let the skirt edge fall, swishing over her soft thighs softly as he broke his stare, taking her wrist gently and pulling her behind him to the chair, “Sit. We need to go over a few more things, then you can go to Derek’s office.” Emma nodded, sitting as he hovered for a moment and then walked to behind the desk, patting the remnants of powder off his hands before looking to her. “What else do we need to talk about? I think I understand everything now.” Emma asked between the silence that fell between them. Chad suppressed a smile tugging at his expression, eyes bouncing playfully, “Since this daddy and little girl relationship dynamic is new to you, there’s a few things you should be aware of and boundaries I want to set.”  Daddy. The word made her tingle with a new level of arousal when looking to him. “Okay.” She said, awaiting what he had to say patiently.  Chad’s eyes studied hers, “You will address me as your Daddy in private settings. I will not respond to you calling me by name and will reprimand with the appropriate consequences if you say it. The first time will be a warning, the second time I will punish you. Understood?” He said, Emma’s brain fuzzy with the word. She knew he was a daddy dom but hearing him say it aloud to her made it so much more real.  Fuck, Chad was a real daddy dominant, sitting so casually in front of her very eyes. Graham would be teasing her for a lifetime if he ever found out.  Emma nod, “Yes.” “Yes what?” He asked, head tilting. Emma bit her lip, flushing at the humiliation of being forced to say it, “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl.” He praised, crossing his arms and sitting back with a smile placed on his face, “You will call me Mr. Williams in public. Same rules apply as calling me Daddy in private. One warning is all you get.” She nodded, and he studied her messy hair for a moment in thought, “The next thing is, you are not allowed to remove your diaper yourself. No and, buts or ifs. You need to ask me prior to leaving for the day or you will spend the night in it, and I’ll change you the next day." Spend a whole day in it? Emma bit her tongue, remembering the pain of her most recent spanking that kept her quiet. "This rule only applies to your diapers. Pullups, training pants and other garments you’ll have other privileges for.” Emma blinked at the phrase he said, her mind going back to it. Your diapers. That one burned. She sucked in a slow breath, realizing this was already harder than anticipated. She had to ask to take the diaper off before the end of the day? Sometimes Chad left before the staff… he wouldn’t do that on purpose, would he? “What if, uhm, I can’t find you before the end of day?” Emma asked, on edge. He gave a wickedly handsome smile with his canines, “You’ll have to wear it until the next day.”  Emma shifted, the softness of the diaper absorbing her wetness that wasn’t from peeing, “But- what if I, uh, need to…” He ended her thought, “Go number 2? I’ll give you a grace period for now. You’ll have to text me for permission before you take it off. If I find you took it off without permission, I’ll take away that privilege. Understood?” The threat of that privilege being taken away made her shift again. “Yes… Daddy.” She said, the words feeling cute but also awkward in her suddenly smaller voice. “The other thing is, if I’m absent for a longer time than anticipated or it’s necessary when I’m not around, my staff that know about our arrangement are allowed to change you.”  Emma froze at the thought, “Who knows about this?” Her mind buzzing to Jessica, Eric, Jose, Megan or Charity. Nope, there was no way Chad would go that far, right? “Only Sav and Derek, for now.” The subtle threat of him telling more people made her dizzy with embarrassment, “Those are the people I’ve spoken with about this who I’d trust handling you.” Emma felt the odd premonition of seeing the wrath of Sav eventually. Emma hadn’t exposed her publicly, but she was sure Chad would tell Sav about Emma's MetLife findings and their conversation. Derek had a way of talking to his submissives that she internally cringed, wondering what would ensue in her future. She didn’t think Derek was even close in comparison in humiliation and dominance like Chad, but he could give bars in his chats she read. She didn’t know how his roleplay was because she hadn’t seen that side, but she feared it was coming soon.  Chad opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a single ruled notebook and a pen, pushing it to her across the desk, “While your with Derek, I’m going to give you homework to complete before 4PM. I want you to write down all your subscriptions, accounts, software’s, and apps with logins and passwords. When I give back your phone before the end of day, I want you to be near your phone to text me the codes and two-factor authentication numbers later tonight.” Chad said, eyes unwavering in seriousness.  Emma gulped, feeling the weight of what that meant, “So… all accounts, like Netflix?”  “Yes and more. This includes your internet service, banking accounts, personal email, your monthly subscriptions, everything and anything you can think of that’s an online payment. I’ll ask you probably for more when I go into your bank statements.”  Chad smiled with a twinkle in his eyes, enjoying her shocked face of reality settling in as her face looked like it was in fear of what she may have in the recesses of her data that no one accessed besides her. She nodded, “Okay.”  Chad asked, “Any questions?”  Emma shook her head, “I don’t think so.”  He glanced at his clock and then to her, standing, “Good, I have a meeting in ten minutes so I’ll walk you over to Derek’s office now so I can get back to work.”  Emma nodded, standing and realizing she was still barefoot. Chad came over, as if he read her mind, “Sit again, I’ll help you into these.” He said, kneeling again and taking her 1-inch black platform heels and sliding them on, buckling the straps as his fingers grazed the top of her small and dainty feet. Chad stood, looking down to Emma who stood and grabbed the notebook and pen. He led the way out, opening the door. As she walked forward, she felt the swish of the skirt, hearing the crinkling of the diaper with each step and feeling the unfamiliar air touching her mid thighs. No woman in the office wore a skirt this short, she was certain of it. Let alone, walking past people with the crinkle noises. It was only her that probably could hear it, but it was a reminder of every movement it was there, pressing her legs more apart than usual. Her mind ruminated on how her bottom even looked and how obvious the bulge was. She was more scared to walk down the stairs in a skirt this short. The realization hitting her that the balcony had glass siding. Fucking glass. How would people not be able to look up at her skirt as she walked the area or down the stairs?  Luckily, that wasn’t a problem in the present. She’d set that worry aside for later, she had more pressing matters as Chad’s hand went to the small of her back and he opened Derek’s door for her. Derek flashed a knowing smile to Chad, eyes falling on Emma, “Ah, the little girl who blackmailed me is here, finally.” The usual friendly smile and persona that Derek had was nowhere to be found. Replaced was a tone of authority and a slight annoyance as his light green eyes that narrowed on her.  Chad closed the door, nodding to the chair, “Sit, baby Emma.” Emma felt her face hot from him called her a baby in front of Derek who smirked.  Derek didn’t hide his smile, crossing his arms in his dark grey sweatshirt, “I’m guessing she was properly spanked and diapered at this stage?” His eyes went to Chad. Emma winced at the comment, cringing at the words aloud so soon from someone who wasn’t Chad. Chad put his hands in his pockets, eyeing Emma who looked lost, “Mhm.” They talked so casually, as if she wasn’t in the room. It made her feel so small, like an ill-behaved child. “I’ll pick her up around noon for lunch in my office in two hours.” Chad’s eyes glanced to her again who was staring down at her hands as he started walking out. He looked to Derek, flashing a smile, “Thanks for babysitting.” “Yep.” Derek nodded and Chad left, closing the door. A silence passed of Derek staring at Emma and Emma staring at her hands before he stood and went to his mini refrigerator is his office, grabbing two water bottles and setting it in front of Emma’s notebook and pen. He looked down to Emma as she looked up to him, “I want you to drink both of these before lunch.” A look of revenge shadowed his eyes as a smirk appeared on his face. Emma gulped dryly, knowing she was thirsty but knowing that any water would get her close to wetting her diaper before the end of the day. She hadn’t realized until now that when Chad put her in a diaper, she assumed it was just for the costume and roleplay.  It hit her hard to grasp it wasn’t just a costume nor roleplay for a specified timeframe; this was going to be her new lifestyle. She was going to eat, sleep and breath being dominated by not just one, but multiple people at her new workplace. She was expected to act the part and wet the diapers that her Daddy and others would change.  Her new life for the next two years as the office’s baby had only just begun, and she wasn’t ready for how real things would really become.  Emma looked up to Derek's maliciously flickering gaze down, as if he was going to enjoy his time with her thoroughly. Emma had a strange feeling that her situation just became much more complicated, that was certain. Not only did she find she had to put up with Chad's daily antics... but now she had two other people to walk on eggshells around and the second one didn't even know how much data Emma had on her. Fuck, Emma thought, eyes shifting in paranoia to the notepad and knowing that the pictures she screenshotted of Sav were in her deleted folder on her iCloud still. Emma made messy work on that regard but she didn't think she'd be exposed this quickly! Even if Chad didn't find that, she had a feeling Chad would probably tell Sav about Emma's comment of finding her FetLife and then finding Chad's profile, so there was that.  Great, just great. Emma thought as she bit her lip as Derek sat and went to his computer, blinking to him and having a feeling the day may just keep getting worse.

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“Oh!” Rebecca exclaimed. “Um… it’s nice to meet you…!” The small girl said, holding her hand out in hopes that Lauren would shake it. Poor thing was so nervous, it was obvious in her tone! But it was to be expected. This is a new experience for Rebecca! Most people in her shoes act that way. 

Hannah walks away after seeing the plain white sheets. She doesn't say anything, but she wonders if the new girl will fit in.      A girl greets her as she makes her bed: "I can help you. I'm Lauren. I'm in the bunk above you" Lauren is a sophomore, the newest pledge just before Rebecca joined. She's a sophomore, so she's still kind of new