Lionsheart

Chapter 44: Hunger Chad looked down at his shirt as time slowed and Emma’s heart accelerated, “Sorry I-“ Chad cut her off, his mouth near her ear, “I was going to wait until after the meeting, but you left me no choice.” He took the hot coffee box and grabbed her wrist, pulling her behind him and to an empty office near the corner of the office area with the blinds closed. Chad closed the door and set the coffee on the empty table as he grabbed the other iced coffee and set it down quickly. Emma was so stunned at his quick movements that before she knew it, he was unzipping her skirt and pulling her skirt and underwear down in one swoop. He sat on the chair, pulling her towards him as she resisted for the first time. Chad’s eyes flashed in a disbelief that she dared to not obey his command, especially when she’d been late and causing his meeting to also be late. Emma seethed, “You’re not seriously going to do this in here, right?” Her voice a sharp blade cutting the air in a low voice, head turning to the windows and knowing a spank would be quite loud and audible to adjacent offices. “Graham’s new office is to the right and you have no place to question me.” Chad said, voice a low growl as he tugged her wrist roughly and Emma moved finally, sprawling over his lap, “You’re lucky I have a meeting to get too or else this would be much longer.” He stated, before a hard spank and pain radiated through her bottom. Emma put her hand over her mouth to muffle her yelp as Chad quickly but calculatedly gave her over 15 good swats that left her behind raw and red. He wasn’t merciful to the loud noises nor caring anymore who could hear as Emma bit back yelps and groans. The worst part was that she even accidentally moaned, the sexual frustration she regretted not releasing with a vibrator the night before making her uncomfortably wet and writhing underneath him. Chad let Emma stand after a few minutes, knowing he needed to get back to his meeting as he stood, frowning at the wet spot on his pants from Emma’s excitement and cursing under his breath, “If I had a diaper, you’d be in one in a second with your tight little skirt. You’re lucky-“ “That you have a meeting, I get it. Threaten me after.” Emma said, voice a little rough from a few tears she shed. Chad paused, staring at Emma a longer second with a flicker of annoyance at her attitude, “We’ll resume your spanking after then. Maybe I’ll consider keeping you in diapers over the weekend if you keep up your attitude.” He growled, staring a moment later with the same feral flicker as earlier. He broke his gaze and grabbed the coffees, “I don’t trust you not spilling again. How about you go to the bathroom, clean your shirt and then come to the meeting?” He said with a sigh, looking down at her shirt with a spill, then his own in annoyance. Emma nodded, blotting under her eyes once more before nodding and letting Chad lead her out as she turned opposite directions. She passed Jessica who glanced at Emma then back to her computer, ignoring Emma’s look and what she saw in the hallway minutes ago. Luckily, Graham was back in his office… or unlucky for Emma that he was, as she strolled past and went to the restroom. As much as Emma blotted her camisole, the stain was there. She finally gave up and went back up the stairs, slipping into the now dimmed room quietly as Chad was going over their meeting agenda. He didn’t even look at Emma as he spoke, just flipping through slides and then handing off the presentation to Derek to go over monthly financial goals and budgets. When Chad sat, it was behind Emma’s chair and she unfortunately could feel the thick tension between them as he crossed his arms and listened. It was almost like she could feel his infuriation as she sat quietly, trying to not move until the end of the meeting. After 30 minutes of Derek speaking, then Sav and then Adam, Emma hadn’t even drank her coffee in fear of Chad’s wrath. Emma’s anxiety was already blossoming, she didn’t need coffee to accelerate that in the moment, after all. Another 20 minutes dragged slowly on and Emma only took a sip or two more of her coffee, listening to Sav and then Chad went back up and spoke about the projects he’d assigned to different consultant groups and their new clients that month. Emma found herself biting her lip and shifting in a slightly aroused state as she watched Chad speak to the other executives. The idea of him spanking her and diapering her only making her wetter as she heard Chad close the meeting a few minutes early. “Any questions?” His eyes scanned the room slowly, his brown eyes finding Emma’s moss green ones looking timidly back at him. Derek rose his hand and Chad turned his attention away from her flushed face. “Derek, go ahead.” “What are the chances of increasing the Happy Hour budget each Friday for a Brazilian steakhouse?” The whole room laughed as Chad smirked. “You try that one every quarterly meeting.” Chad said with a chuckle. “We’re getting closer to a yes, right?” Derek said, opening his hands in a gesture. “If you get us 3 new clients by September, I’d consider it.” Chad said, going to his laptop and closing out of the presentation. “I’m not apart of outreach though.” Derek said in an exasperated groan as people laughed before they began getting up and leaving. “Exactly.” Chad murmured, disconnecting his laptop as the lights turned on and Emma shifted, uncrossing her legs. In less than a minute the room cleared out besides Chad, Derek and her. Emma blinked, standing up as she felt Chad’s eyes intensely focus on her. “Emma, how about you put your hands on the table?” Chad said, his voice firm and commanding suddenly as Derek was about to leave the room. Emma’s face turned red quickly and she was shocked by Chad saying that so soon after people had left. Her head turned to Chad as she saw him lower the black blinds that made the room semi-private. “Oooh, someone’s in trouble.” Derek said with a grin, looking between Chad’s stare and Emma who was like a deer in headlights. He nodded and went to the door, “I’ll leave you two. Be a good girl, little Emma.” He smiled knowingly, an annoying twinkle in his green eyes before he left. “Why do we have to do this here? This is, like, right near where people walk Chad!” Emma said in a hushed voice, a pleading tone hinting her voice. Chad crossed his arms, eyes unwavering in intensity, “Now. Emma. Don’t make me count to 3.” Emma said in a whine, “I rather do this downstairs near Graham’s office.” She sighed as her eyes glanced at the slivers of window she could barely see through to the balcony hallway that looked over the cubicles. Sure, there was privacy but anyone could walk by and hear or see! Had Chad lost it and his touch with reality? Emma couldn’t believe it, her body hesitantly following his command as she put her palms on the large meeting table, having to bend down. “Good girl.” Chad murmured, walking over to Emma and his hands going to Emma’s waistband of her skirt. His finger hooking into the waistband area and her underwear, swiftly pulling down both garments of fabric. Emma gasped in the sudden cool air from the room touching her bottom. Even though Emma had spankings bare bottom before, there was a new unnerving feeling in being in a much more public space with her butt just completely exposed. Emma yelped as she felt a hard spank hit her soft flesh earlier than anticipated. Her situation only worsened as Chad said, “Go on your elbows, baby Emma.” Emma’s head tilted slightly to Chad in annoyance, and she paused. In that pause, he spanked her again, even harder, “Or I can go much longer if you don’t behave, hm?” Emma shook her head, “Please no.” She mumbled, wincing for a moment in the pain stinging her bottom as she went on her elbows almost like she was doing a plank as she grasped her hands and arched her back, her bottom sticking up higher now. “Good.” He said, his hand caressing her bottom and warming it for a moment before landing a series of hard spanks to Emma’s bottom. She had held in any noise possible outside of a few smaller grunts and whimpers of pain. The one thing she held back more than anything was any moan that she almost made. Emma didn’t know what was happening to her that morning but she was more excited than usual and the spanking wasn’t helping, only escalating her burning between her thighs. Emma made a mental note that she needed to touch herself that night, that was certain. After a few minutes, Emma was trembling. Her brain kept in a paranoid state of who may hear the spanking. Part of her wondered if someone would burst in the room wondering if someone was getting assaulted. Another part of her wondered if people already knew what Chad was capable of and ignored it. Or, for Emma’s sake, they didn’t hear anything nor were close enough. Emma never had heard anything outside of the room when she passed afterall. It was wishful thinking of Emma and to save the last of her ego, she’d believe it for now. Chad halted after a minute longer of Emma trembling, helping her back into her panties and skirt. He blinked a moment when his eyes saw the wetness from Emma and also in her light pink panties, “Someone’s wet again. Good thing you’ll be back in your diapers soon, hm?” He said, pulling up Emma’s undergarments. Emma blotted her watery eye as she stood and straightened her skirt, “Yes, Daddy.” She said Daddy in hopes she could get on Chad’s good side for the day. Chad smirked, eyes staring for a moment longer than usual before he broke their gaze and took her hand, “C’mon, let’s get you changed out of these big girl clothes.” An hour later, Emma was sitting at her desk with her sippy cup of coffee, wearing a white ruffle skirt that barely covered her thick white diaper. Chad dressed her in a soft pink t-shirt onesie and her light pink paci clipped in the pocket. Emma hoped and prayed she didn’t have to leave the room that day, considering she didn’t have a cardigan. She cursed herself for that mistake, how could she be so dumb to forget that! “Do you have any plans in June?” Chad asked, breaking the silence of Emma coloring and Chad typing. Emma looked up, her eyebrows knitting together behind her paci, “Neth month?” “Yes.” He said, eyes twinkling as he couldn’t help by smirking at how adorable she was in her pacifier muffled state with her diaper peaking out just a bit underneath her skirt. It was hard for him to not melt every time he looked at her. “Um, juth with fwiends on a weekend or two.” She mumbled with a shrug. His eyes bounced, “Well, we have a company trip scheduled for the last week of June. You’re going to want to block off that week. We leave the Friday and come back on Sunday the 27th.” Emma blinked to Chad, confused, “Where are thwe gwoe-ing?” Chad went to his computer, turning away from her, “San Deigo.” He typed for a moment and paused, “I’m booking your flight today. Just make sure you change your plans if you have any, hm?” Emma blinked in surprise, “Okay.” San Deigo, California? She’d never been and had always wanted to go to California. She supposed it wouldn't be a bad trip to visit somewhere new. The only thing she worried of was Chad finding excuses to embarrass her on a business trip. She'd imagine he wouldn't, but, alas, it seemed like Chad wouldn't let her be not padded in his sight. Another hour of coloring went by before Emma decided to wet her diaper. She could tell Chad knew by his head tilting in her direction as he typed. This time, she made sure to wait until Chad was looking to be in a flow state of work to do it, then she’d be sure he wouldn’t sneak up behind her to squish the padding. Although she really enjoyed when he did that last time, Emma feared her heightened aroused state may embarrass her further if she let him do that. After ten minutes as Emma shifted in her warm diaper, Chad came over and looked over her coloring pages she did that morning, “Such pretty colorings, baby Emma.” He said, leaning down and his hand going under her skirt to press into the diaper. Emma almost moaned from the sudden touch to her sweet spot. Emma had a feeling Chad hadn’t meant to do that, but he definitely did that unintentionally to her. Her face went hot red instantly as she froze on how fucking turned on that made her. Her eyes looked up to Chad who blinked, ignoring her odd reaction as he said, “I think it’s time for some cuddles and maybe a diaper change, hm?” Chad didn’t let Emma respond, picking her up in a swift movement as she giggled in the sensation of being lifted, “Buh- I have colowing to fwinish!” She said, her brain becoming fuzzy on the idea of cuddling and how turned on she already was. “You can finish it after, hm?” Chad chuckled at her frown behind her paci as he sat on the couch so easily with her in his arms. Chad couldn’t resist the urge for closeness with Emma. It had been a long week of meetings and work with little to no playtime with his new baby, after all. On top of that, she was too cute to not cuddle that day. Although Chad was a strict daddy who liked to give punishments, he also liked to give his affection after all. Chad settled back so he was laying on the couch and slowly moved Emma onto her back, grabbing her wrist as Emma squinted in confusion before grumbling, “No, Ch-Daddy!” She groaned as his other hand quickly began tickling her and she writhed underneath him. He moved over her like last time and pinned her down easily with one leg. “What was that, little baby Emma?” Chad said, eyes bouncing in mischief as he went from underneath her underpits to her sides and stomach. “HAHAHA- Nuffin!” She said, writhing underneath him and happy she didn’t accidentally call him by his first name. “That’s what I thought. Hm…” He paused, giving her a moment to breath between her cute little giggles, “I think last time I was close to finding someone’s tickle spot.” He said, tilting his head with a corner of his mouth rising. “Buh- EEK! Not there!” Emma yelped in Chad’s quick shift to her legs as he sat on the couch and pinned one leg down with his ankle and grabbed the other one with his strong arms. His fingers tickling her foot without mercy as she writhed harded than before, “HAHAHA- PLEASE!” She accidentally dropped the pacifier as she felt her bladder twitch. Emma thought she was done peeing, but Chad’s tickling was making her feel so many things. Her breathing was ragged, her body was sweaty, and she felt fucking aroused, which didn’t help at all to say the least. Emma laughed hard, feeling herself give up the fight and she felt her bladder twinge in release of more urine. Chad smiled handsomely to Emma’s cute giggles as he watched and felt her body relax a little and he could guess what she was doing. Chad didn’t stop anytime sooner either as he went to the other foot and then to behind her knees. After a few more minutes, Emma was spent and Chad decided to stop his wrath. He popped her pacifier back in her mouth and scooped Emma back into his arms, laying on the couch. Emma was catching her breath, feeling like she ran a marathon but it was really just being tickled mercilessly as she calmed down. Chad grinned and his hand floated down to her diaper, “Baby Emma is all wet, hm?” His hand squished the recently warmed diaper padding into her as Emma shifted, eyes blinking up to Chad’s in surprise of the pleasure she felt. Huh, something about the damn diaper and a really fucking hot guy that happened to be her boss touching her did that, it seemed. Emma wanted to think it was because of her sexual frustration building up with Chad that she was more heightened in arousal. It wasn't the diaper nor Chad... at least that's what she'd tell herself! Emma bit the pacifier to stop her moan as he patted and pressed again, “What a good girl,“ He murmured, eyes watching her with a twinkle of love within them, “wetting your diapers like the baby you are.” Chad’s eyes melted as he looked at her in her lost and little state, not realizing what his touch would do as he dared to squish her wet diaper another time. Emma bit back her moan, gasping instead behind the pacifier, eyes fluttering at release, feeling heat waft over her and a euphoric feeling. Emma’s breathing hitched with surprise and mortification rolling over her whole body. The verbal teasing. The touching of the diaper. The wetness in her diaper pressed into her was too overwhelming for her senses and his words made her shudder in a climax of pure pleasure and humiliation. It was the most powerful feeling she had ever felt, a high she hadn’t known existed until now. She didn’t just… no, there was no way. Not in a fucking diaper and in front of Chad. Emma refused to believe that that had just happened. He wasn’t even trying to touch her like that and she just… Emma felt her body calm as her breathing leveled out and she wanted to believe he didn’t see it nor feel it. Bright redness flushed her cheeks as her eyes connected with his and she caught the flicker in his eyes of something she’d never seen from him to this intensity before. Feral fucking energy. His eyes were livid, unwavering and wild, unbelieving that she just did that. Like he was mad at her for crossing that line. Emma didn’t mean too, really! She couldn’t help it… she just- fuck! Then, there was a flicker of something she caught a second before he blinked it away. Pure hunger. For her. She’d never seen his gaze like that before, and then it was gone, his eyes switching to being disappointed of her behavior. Yet his body told an entirely different story of what he was thinking, and she felt him pressing into her diapered bottom, hard. For the first time, Emma knew it wasn’t just her. Contractual relationship or not, that heated chemistry was there, and this confirmed it. No matter how much Chad would act like it was only her. Emma didn’t know what to do with that information besides feeling more frustration between them and she’d just get more worked up over something she’d never have with him. It was insulting, really. __________________________ In all my stories I've wrote some smut-like or smut scenes and I find whenever I post this some will love it, some may not. Whether you enjoy the scene or not, this last scene of the story is surprisingly important for the plot and character dynamics. Anywho, the next few chapters will be delivered soon and we're almost to the end of this first part of this story. Will there be a second? Well, maybe if I stick to writing diligently for once and continue it(your feedback motivates me to write haha). Anywho, here's to a new chapter!

Ahh! My heart broke when Vico was converted to the stuffie. 😭 You can do it Serill! Defeat the Mistress and surpass the spire!!!! Although, part of me believes that the Mistress is just playing with Serill, which is totally okay.

Chapter 43: The Coffee Accident That Friday quickly approached as Emma continued to feel off about everything. She was side eyeing everything she did and having a feeling that MacGyver was in her devices. If he was as intelligent as she remembered, he was merciless in any hacking. He or they or she, knew everything about their victims and weaponized it. Emma learned from the very best, after all. Emma didn’t dare search anything on her devices outside of her laptop she kept in her closet. It was her laptop that no one knew about and she kept secure and hidden in the case she’d ever need it. From there, she started doing her own coding and created her own server outside for MacGyver’s or Bailey’s. Emma did her best to keep it stealth and undetectable by any other server, just as MacGyver had trained her and then some that Emma learned on her own. Emma had learned from the best, after all, and she remembered what MacGyver said to her in a session. “Want me to tell you a secret about hacking?” They asked in their altered and deep voice. “Shoot.” Emma said, writing code as MacGyver instructed moments before. “The best hackers create their own code, not rewrite others. That’s why no one can find my servers, they don’t exist in anyone else’s coding.” Emma paused her coding, ears perking up to their words, “So… how does one even create their own coding system and… language?” She heard them chuckle and then stop, “I’ll teach you one day. First, learn my code, then that will follow if you’re lucky.” Emma learned her coding fast and asked MacGyver to teach her how to create a new coding system. It took many months of asking, but MacGyver finally gave in and taught Emma... a little, but not enough. Although they didn’t teach her everything, it was enough for Emma to take and run with to learn even more. From there, Emma created her own server and coding, one that no one could get into because just like MacGyver, it didn’t exist in anyone else’s coding. Emma didn’t know how it compared to MacGyver’s decade more of coding, yet she’d guess hers was much less finicky and glitching. From Emma’s memory, she still knew some weak points MacGyver accidentally created and knew the ways to infiltrate. Emma just needed to talk to Ted again to discuss what she could do and get approval. It felt like her Monday meeting was so far away as she struggled with sleeping every night, knowing what and how dangerous MacGyver could be. Emma had heard stories and didn’t want to cross them until she knew she had protection, and not the padded type. Emma sighed as she drove into work, hearing a ding on her phone and seeing Chad’s text about picking up Dunkin Donuts for the morning office meeting with the executives. She saw a second text pop up: Be there at 7AM sharp. Emma rolled her eyes, knowing Chad was being annoyingly strict already by his second text. Emma had another sleepless night and was not ready to be babied or graced with Chad’s control. Yet, she didn’t have a choice, did she? “Fucking Brittany.” Emma muttered to herself, knowing that she literally was in this predicament because of someone else. Yes, Emma enjoyed Chad’s control and dominance, yet the whole ‘Emma was hired to counterattack Chad’ thing stung and Emma hadn’t even broached the subject with Chad yet. Emma was also really missing watching the Bachelor and was a bit sexually frustrated to top things off. Luckily, the only thing going good for Emma was she wasn’t on her period and bleeding anymore. There was a large accident on her usual way into work and the expressway was down to one lane. Emma cursed under her breath as she was stuck in traffic for ten minutes longer than usual. Emma finally picked up speed and went through Dunkin drive-through, having a long line. “Nothing can go right this morning, huh?” Emma muttered to herself, waiting for a long while until she ordered and then waiting longer than usual for the office’s order. She put all the donuts in her car and coffee jugs before taking off to work. Emma got out the donuts and coffee, seeing on her apple watch she had only three minutes to get up to the conference room. She huffed as she tried grabbing everything and realized she’d need to make two trips. She set the iced coffees down that she got for her and Jessica, realizing a second later one spilled over the lid and dripped onto her white camisole. “A-fucking-gain?” Emma groaned and found a napkin, dabbing her top and knowing Chad would 100% chastise her. It was futile at this point to try hiding it. Emma knew she’d be babied and probably in a new outfit in an hour anyways, so why would it matter? She grabbed the two dozen donuts, the bag of creamer and sugars they gave, going to the elevator. A few moments later, she was walking up the stairs to the conference room. Emma was out of breath from her hurry as she walked in and Chad was setting up his laptop to the projector. “Someone’s late.” He murmured without looking up and luckily no one was in the room. His eyes glanced at Emma’s red face as she looked beyond annoyed. She muttered under her breath, “Whatever.” She set the donuts on the table as his head snapped up to look at her. “Want to repeat that, Emma?” His voice was firm, his eyes held that damn feral energy again. Emma gulped, quickly correcting herself, “I meant to say- I have a second run downstairs; the coffee is down there.” Chad eyed Emma for a moment longer before nodding, “Sure. We’ll discuss what you said after the meeting then.” He murmured, going back to his laptop as Emma turned and passed Derek and Doug on her way back down to the parking garage. Emma walked quickly past Jessica’s desk and saw Graham talking to her, “Ah, the woman, the myth, the legacy.” He smiled widely, winking. Jessica nodded to Emma as Emma strolled on a mission past them, catching the elevator and saying, “It’s legend Graham.” She said, an edge to her voice as she pressed the button and closed the doors. In a few minutes, she brought the iced coffees and the box of hot coffee for the executives. She stopped near the front where Graham and Jessica were, depositing Jessica’s large iced caramel swirl coffee quickly on her desk. “Oh, you spoil me still!” Jessica said as Emma hurried away. “Always!” Emma said, grabbing the rest of the coffees as Graham chuckled at her haste. “Maybe remember me next time, you know I love a good mocha!” Graham yelled as Emma went down the hallway. Emma turned, walking backyard for a moment with a grin, “You should be the one getting me coffee at this point, Graham!” Emma said, a bit loudly across the curved hallway where Graham crossed his arms in a playful annoyance. His eyebrows rose, eyeing someone behind Emma that she almost fell into as she turned back around. “Eek!” Emma yelped, her iced coffee sloshing onto her and the person she walked into’s white dress shirt. He was solid and Emma’s eyes quickly scanned up his shirt, meeting Chad’s beyond infuriated brown eyes smoldering into her. “Fuck.” Emma said, breathless as she met his intense glower down. _______________________ Here's another chapter! I felt guilty for not posting for so long so I thought I'd post a few. I'd love to know everyone's thoughts and I'll be back to regular weekly posting(or two) again. Enjoy!

Chapter 42: Well This Got More Complicated “You recognize her?” “Yes, she was my client who hired me for this assignment.” Emma growled standing suddenly in realizing this didn’t feel right. Why would a Sugar Baby hire Emma? Why would Bailey and MacGyver have any relation to the Sugar Babies? Emma clasped her palms in a silent fume as she stared at the screen and Ted looked at her in confusion, “She… hired you for this? That doesn’t make any sense. Why would…” Ted tilted his head, as confused as Emma. Emma shook her head, “I don’t know. Maybe Chad ended her career from firing her and she wanted revenge? That’s all I have as an idea right now.” Emma said, squinting her eyes in confusion, feeling icky. Not to mention, she was slightly pissed and jealous still, knowing she tried seducing her Daddy. Then, she had the audacity to inflict more damage by sending Emma in. Emma didn’t understand any of it, yet that was the best theory she could come across. Ted nodded, staring at the screen, “That may make sense.” He shook his head, “This is a good start for us. I have another client to get too but I’ll reach out if we have further information. I meet with the Sugar Babies client this Friday and I think after that we can meet next week to see what else we can dig up.” Emma nodded, eyes still shifting at the picture of Brittany on the screen, “Sure, but, um, can I warn about something first?” Ted closed his laptop and paused, “Yes?” “Knowing MacGyver, they already know you’re tracking them. They are letting you right now and your data is compromised. I will not access anything more unless I have a separate laptop and VPN. I would suggest your team doing the same as soon as possible.” Emma said solemnly, eyeing his phone on the desk and nodding, “Even that.” Ted’s eyes blinked to his phone as he picked it up, turning it off. After a few moments, he asked, “You think they are in our devices and can hear us?” Emma nodded with a gulp, “Yes. If MacGyver is on this, they see and hear all. I was taught that early on, after all.” She shrugged, blinking to her apple watch that Chad was making her wear. “Fuck. How am I so stupid?” Emma said eyeing the watch. She didn’t know for certain if they hacked Chad’s devices but… if MacGyver knew Emma was apart of any of this, she was sure he’d be tracking her too. Emma turned off her watch quickly and sighed, “They probably know. There’s a chance I could be paranoid but…” Ted looked back with the same seriousness, “I don’t think you are. Our team has only lost the battle so far and it hasn’t made sense until now. This hacking team is good and even our own team has been targeted. Our office has been in chaos, to be quite honest with you, just like Chad’s office was attacked by you. People are quitting from the blackmail and I’ve lost my best cybersecurity defense team.” Ted said, sitting back for a moment in sadness. Emma nodded, “Well, I have nothing they can blackmail anymore, so maybe I’m the perfect person for your team.” Ted smirked, eyes meeting Emma’s and feeling relief of having a talented hacker who couldn’t be lost through blackmail on his side. “Well, thanks for this today Emma. I’ll see you next week it seems.” He said, hesitating before leaving, “Can I ask you to keep this between us and only us for now? Don’t tell Chad, your friends, anyone. If this person, the MacGyver you speak of, is watching us, we need to be a step ahead of them and keep what we know under wraps until we decide what move to make.” Emma nodded, understanding that this was a very serious game they entered into, and she could keep a secret. She had to, knowing who they’d be up against. She’d heard stories, kidnappings and people disappearing who crossed MacGyver. Emma knew this whole situation just got dangerous, for herself and anyone involved. Emma walked back up to Chad’s office and went through the motions of her work, although her brain was running a thousand miles per second still trying to decode what in the actual fuck was happening. Chad told her to work with Charity after lunch through his meetings and the day went by quickly as Emma was slightly still thrown off from what she discovered. Her brain rationalizing why Brittany would attack Chad not once, but twice. None of it made any fucking sense to Emma. She didn’t know what had happened and why Bailey didn’t say anything to Emma when she left. Did Bailey even know that MacGyver had a second business? Emma went home that night in a daze, confused still with nothing adding up. None of it. Emma could barely sleep that night, tossing and turning in a restless state, wishing she had a damn TV show to watch to help take her mind off of her swirling thoughts about the situation she couldn’t understand. As Emma was going to sleep, another idea that seemed more likely than Brittany's revenge scheme on Chad to send Emma in bubbled into her brain: Was it all a setup? She was literally thrown into Chad's presence because Brittany failed with the Sugar Babies. Maybe Brittany was sent by MacGyver... but why would MacGyver send Emma in if Brittany failed already? In Emma's line of work, second attempts are futile and every hacker knows that. And, to top that off, Emma wasn't a Sugar Baby, at least, not to Emma's fucking knowledge. Emma shook off the thought, all of this made less sense by the second! Why would MacGyver send Brittany to have Emma complete Brittany's failed work when he would have known the Jenkins Firm was burning to the ground by Kiara leaking their information? If that were the case, Emma was literally sacrificed. There was absolutely no reason for her to be in this predicament in the first place! The idea was silly to Emma and she shook off the thought of MacGyver being the mastermind behind all of this and resting on the idea it had to have been Brittany. It wouldn't make sense that MacGyver would make Emma a literal sacrificial lamb. Emma was the best hacker MacGyver ever trained, why, theoretically, would he raise her to only slaughter later on? That wouldn't make sense to Emma and, if by chance it did, that'd mean Emma was in danger. A lot of danger. Emma had heard stories of agents disappearing and not in a change-your-name-and-move-states way but in a cold case murder way. The thought gave Emma chills and the only thing that helped her was to laugh it off before deciding that couldn't be the case. It made no sense and the more likely answer was Brittany's revenge. Emma seemingly couldn't begin to fathom why she was intertwined in all of this for just a stupid revenge plot. Emma eventually fell asleep with a unsettling feeling that something was off, so damn off, since the day she got this assignment and, surprisingly, it had nothing to do with her new boss and his weird interests with Emma.

Chapter 41: MacGyvered The next day she grabbed coffee for the executives like every Monday. Emma delivered the coffees and went to Chad’s office. She blinked in surprise to see Ted there early in the morning. “Miss Rose, nice to see you again.” He said, nodding to her as she set Chad’s coffee down. “Good to see you too.” She said back, eyes glancing to Chad’s always-studying gaze, as if his eyes were trained on her. “Emma, Ted is here to get some more information about Bailey. He’s going to be in the conference room today and you’ll spend a hour or however long he needs you for some more help on the case.” Chad stated as Ted stood with his files. “Okay, yeah.” She nodded, standing awkwardly. Ted said, “I’ll see you at 8AM Miss Rose. I’m meeting with Eugene first and he’ll also be in our meeting.” Emma smiled politely, “Great. See you then.” Ted nodded to the both of them before leaving the room. Emma still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, awaiting Chad’s instruction as if she were scared of doing something wrong. Chad smiled, humor playing on his expression as he nodded to her desk, “You can get straight to work this morning, little Emma. I won’t give you the baby treatment until Friday unless your acting out, hm?” He asked, eyes twinkling mischievously. Emma stood a second longer, her eyes shifting at the fact he planned on diapering her Friday, “Unless you want a diaper for the day and your paci?” He tilted his head in question of her hesitation to move. “Nope. I’m good, just uh-“ Emma paused before going to her office in a thought of it’d be gross if Chad diapered her today considering it was that time of the month. He studied her in confusion as she just stood for another moment and she blurted, “I’m on my menstrual cycle. Just thought I’d mention in the case you were planning any of, er, that anytime sooner than Friday.” Chad smirked, “Just because you’re on your period doesn’t mean I won’t not diaper and baby you when necessary during that time of the month. I’m not grossed out, if you’re worried about that.” He said, a bit too naturally for Emma’s liking. Emma pressed her lips together and nodded, “Okay then.” She walked to her desk and set her purse in her drawer like usual, taking a few sips of her coffee. She felt Chad’s stare for a few moments longer and she looked up in his awaiting gaze. “Do you mind if I ask one thing about that?” He asked, tilting his head. “Sure.” Emma said, wondering what was on his mind. “Do you use tampons, pads or other?” He asked in an almost clinical tone, like a doctor asking a patient. Emma sat in her chair, blinking in surprise, “I mean, both tampons and pads. Usually the first few days pads, then tampons.” She blushed, the first time telling a man that, “Uhm, why?” Chad smiled warmly, “Just because if I put you in a diaper I’d remove the tampon – I don’t want you to wear a tampon for the sake of hiding your bleeding. If you want a tampon, that’s up to you but I would rather have you comfortable. It’s also I’m sure much more comfortable to have only a diaper I’d imagine, hm?” He tilted his head in a genuine question. Emma blinked in surprise at how caring he was, in some weird way, about making sure she was comfortable during the worst time of each month. It was admittedly really considerate and sweet to Emma. Emma bit her lip, not prior considering a diaper as a good means of protection during her cycle. It probably would be way more comfortable and she’d not have to worry about leaking… “Yeah. Probably.” Emma shrugged and Chad nodded, turning to his work as Emma opened her laptop and they both didn’t talk again for a bit. After fifteen minutes, a knock sounded on the door and Chad said, “Come in.” Graham peaked his head in, looking to Emma first before Chad as he smiled, “Good morning, boss.” Chad chuckled, “Please, just call me Chad.” Graham said slyly, “Hey, at least I don’t have to call you what Emma does I’m good with anything.” He eyed Emma playfully as Emma opened her mouth in surprise of his blatant jab and glared back. Chad chuckled again by the suprisingly witty comment and opened a file cabinet, bringing out a file folder and handing it to Graham as he approached, “You already clocked in with Jessica, right?” “Yes sir.” Graham said as he took the file folder. “Good, then you’ll be with Charity half of the morning. After lunch, you can shadow Jose the rest of the day. You’ll be working alongside Jose and Megan the rest of the week.” Chad said. “Sounds great, thanks Chad.” Graham said before turning and Emma held her breath, hoping Graham wouldn’t say anymore to her demise. Graham paused at the door, winking to Emma, “Also, to Emma’s defense on Saturday, it was our friend Deon who requested parental access on the movie. I’ll let you know if little Emmie is bad on my supervision.” Chad smiled in his wickedly handsome way, “Thanks for the report back. Happy to hear she was on her best behavior.” He chuckled lightly, eyes going to Emma who frowned and looked back to her email, acting like Graham wasn’t there. “Mhm. You’re welcome.” He said before leaving. A few moments after Graham left, Chad paused from his typing, “I think I’m beginning to really like your friend, Emma. Are all your friends like this? Maybe I’ll want to meet Deon and Kylie next.” He said and Emma licked her lips in irritation that he remembered her friends names so easily. Emma nodded, “They are unfortunately similar to Graham.” She said, deciding to not hide the truth. If Chad would inevitably meet them, she knew what she’d be in for. “Hm. Noted.” He said with a ghost of a smile on his face. Then he turned and went back to his work. An hour later, Emma found herself in a meeting with Ted and Eugene who already had gotten all of the websites and Emma’s passwords for her cybercriminal past. Emma helped them into her servers that were already wiped and denied in access. “So, do you have any other way to access the servers? Kiara was similar, no leads on the actual databases and servers.” Ted said, looking like he was lost on what to do for further access at this stage. Emma tilted her head, “I have other methods. I’d need a computer and VPN that we can dispose of but… we can get in another route. If that route doesn’t work, I could at least get a grasp of a location and we could go the manual route from there.” “Manual route?” Eugene asked in confusion. “Like inserting my chip with a spy.” Emma stated in a matter-of-fact way. “That’d be very dangerous and we don’t have anyone to do that.” Ted said, thinking through that possibility. Emma paused a moment, eyes shifting at the blank server on the screen in front of them, “May I ask a question, Ted?” “Shoot.” He replied. “Are they still actively hacking? Like you’ve had other clients or issues?” “Not so far. They are either laying low and about to strike or completely dissembled. We are a bit afraid that they have relation to the SugarBabies that our other clients have us in other cases on. We have no proof of correlation but there is a common thread of clients that strangely from the Jenkins Firm that know clients or have ties to clients affected by the SugarBabies. It seems targeted but we have no proof.” Ted stated, blue eyes staring at the server like they all were until Emma looked to Ted, blinking in thought. “Do you have any servers or data on them?” Emma asked. “Uh- we do. We have both, actually.” He said slowly. “I’d have to get approval for you me to disclose anything here and cross our clientele though.” “Okay. Well, if you get approval, then that’s something I could work with.” Emma said, crossing her arms in thought. “What have these Sugar Babies done, if you don’t mind me asking?” “NDA on that one. Again, I’d need-“ “Approval. Got it.” Emma ended his sentence. Although Ted didn’t talk, he looked to Emma with new motivation for his other case. Eugene dismissed himself as he had a feeling the meeting was done. Ted also left the room to make a call, but asked Emma to stay. He came back within 15 minutes saying, “We have approval.” Emma nodded, “So uh, do you have the information in your laptop?” “I have pictures of the suspects and a link to a server. We’ve only investigated the server and-“ “Can’t go into the server until you have a separate laptop and a VPN.” Emma ended his sentence. “Damn, you really know your stuff, huh?” He said, rubbing his jaw in surprise of all she knew, “Okay, well, I’ll show you the data we have on the server, our case and suspects. I won’t say anything yet – I want your thoughts without my bias before that.” He logged into his case files and pulled up a few tabs and PDF’s before sliding his laptop to her. Emma flipped through the server’s information, seeing familiar coding and details, “MacGyver’s code. This is it.” Emma said, flicking through and taking the server link. “MacGyver? Like the TV series?” Emma smiled to Ted, “Yup. It’s his hacker codename – we all had our own on the server. That’s who taught me to code and hack. He’s the unknown superior of my old boss, Bailey. I’m pretty sure he created Jenkins Firm.” Ted blinked, realizing that Emma knew way more than she let on, “Did you meet him in person?” “Nope. Only over Zoom.” Emma chirped in response, still scrolling through the cases and files. “So, these Sugar Babies are hired to romance bigtime CEO’s to take all or their money and basically be paid gold diggers?” She stated as she looked to Ted, her brain still not processing how Emma saw familiar code and her mind scrambling on what this meant. What was MacGyver doing with these Sugar Babies? That... didn't make any sense. Emma was a skilled hacker - she would have known all and any affiliated businesses of Jenkins Firm. She was sure Bailey would have told her, wouldn't she have? Ted broke her out of her thoughts, “Yes… so, did you see how he looked? What he sounded like?” Ted asked, pressing for more. “No and kind of. He, could be she or they given, never showed their face and only screenshared. They had a male deep voice that was altered, I’m pretty sure. I have no information on them, but this coding and server build is them to a T.” She said, eyes staring at the server still. “Well, that gives us something.” Ted murmured to himself with a sigh, “Well, can you look at the suspects and tell me if anyone is familiar?” Emma nodded, clicking on the other tab and scrolling for a bit, not seeing anyone familiar until… Familiar brown eyes and blonde hair showed on the screen. “Brittany?”

Chapter 40: Lost Connection The next day Emma found herself on the hiking trails to Menomee Falls. She walked thirty minutes to the falls, watching as a family stood near the falls and the dad was struggling to take a selfie. “Want me to take the picture?” Emma offered, walking up to the family and the woman holding a toddler in her arms. “Oh, that’d be great!” The taller man with dark brown hair said, handing her his phone as she snapped a few pictures. “Thank you.” “Of course.” Emma grinned at the toddler fussing in the moms arms as she passed the blonde haired toddler to the man. “Yes, thanks so much!” The wife said as Emma handed the phone back and looked to her husband, “Think she needs a change, do you think we should wait until the car, Bill?” The blonde woman said with a wrinkle of her nose and pulling on the waistband of their daughter’s pants. The stinky smell wafted towards Emma as she turned, walking away to the other end of the falls and feeling suddenly awkward. Emma sat on a rock and grabbed her water, her eyes glancing at the family that went to the edge of the waterfall, getting out their diaper changing supplies. Emma blushed at the thought that Chad wasn’t much different in his mannerisms from how the mom and dad were as they laid down their baby and changed her. In fact, he was too similar in his treatment of Emma. Emma shifted, feeling a buzz of humiliation and heat travel to her face and lower abdomen at that thought. Ugh, why did that always happen? Emma thought, coming to terms that she was attracted to Chad and it was his fault. She was sure it wasn’t the fact that she liked diapers. For certain, it was just the fact it was Chad who forced her into them, not that she enjoyed them. Emma watched the falls cascade and the light peak through the heavily forested canopy over her tan thighs for a good ten minutes in deep thought. After her brain debating itself, she decided to trek back. Within 15 minutes of her trail walk back to her car, her apple watch dinged with a few messages and missed calls, “Huh.” She tilted her head, getting her phone out of her Lululemon purse and looking at the missed calls from Daddy. “I should really change that.” Emma mumbled to herself as she looked at the texts Chad sent: Emma, where are you going? I got a notification your location is unknown. Emma saw another sent separately five minutes later: Are you okay? Please text me, I just want to make sure you are fine. Emma saw five missed calls as she raised her eyebrows, wondering why Chad was so frantic, “Jesus christ Chad, calm down.” Emma muttered before she clicked his name and popped in her airpod to avoid her phone caller ID showing as she passed people on the trail. He picked up the first ring, “Emma, are you okay?” He asked, voice sounding rough with a waver of genuine concern. Emma refrained from a sigh, “Yes.” He sighed in relief, “Good, I thought maybe you'd gotten into an accident." He paused and asked, "Where are you? I saw your last location in the mountains and guessed maybe you were going on a hike hike.” “Yup, just hiking at the falls. I’ll send you my location pin if it makes you feel better.” She got out her phone and went to their text thread and sent her pin. “You don’t have to-“ He paused, seeing it come through, “I already have your location. It is coming in and out though.” He murmured. Emma smiled a bit at the fact that he must actually care if he sounded so stressed about her being off the radar for however long she was. It was surprisingly endearing to Emma, feeling like someone actually cared about her well-being. Emma said after a pause of silence, “Happy now? I’ll text you when I’m back home.” She could hear Chad’s irritated sigh at her slight attitude, “Watch your attitude, little girl. Do you want to be diapered and in Derek’s office all day tomorrow? Or better, maybe Sav’s? She hasn’t gotten the chance to babysit you yet and I’ve yet to tell her that you found her Fetlife.” Ah, the not-so-subtle threats have began. Emma thought maybe, just maybe, Chad could have a normal conversation without a chastise or belittling comment with Emma since she'd been put in this predicament with him. Emma licked her lips, “Sorry-“ She stumbled over a tree branch in a slight breathless pause, “wait- you haven’t told her yet?” Emma asked, surprised and even more terrified of Sav and the fact that she didn’t know what Emma had done. Emma could have sworn Sav knew, considering Sav’s looks recently and her verbal jabs already. Damn, if that was Sav before she found out... what would happen when she found out? “No. I haven’t.” He murmured and Emma could hear his smile over the line. “Great.” She grumbled, having a feeling his response and smile only meant he was saving that moment for the right time to tell Sav when he could use it as a weapon. Emma sighed, “Okay, well, I’ll text you.” She was ready to hang up as she turned her apple watch on her wrist. “Wait-“ He said quickly and Emma was seconds away from hanging up, “I want you to stay on the phone until you’re back in the car, hm?” His tone not a question, but a command. Emma frowned, “Okay.” “Good girl.” He praised as Emma gulped, feeling flushed by even talking to him over the phone. There was a silence that Emma planned to be mute until her car if Chad didn’t start anymore conversation, yet he didn’t let Emma off the hook so easily, “What trail are you on?” “The right one.” Emma said as she walked over the wood bridge that went above a stream and rocks. Emma came across a man with a super friendly golden retriever that pulled to Emma, nudging against her hand for pets. “Sorry.” The owner said, in a hint of a Canadian accent. He was handsome and tall, with short blonde hair. Emma kneeled and scratched the dogs head, behind its ears, “It’s okay, I love dogs.” Emma giggled as the dog suddenly jumped on her, licking her face. Emma squealed in a laugh and surprise by the sudden affection that knocked her back onto the ground. “Jiggy no!” The owner said as Emma fell back and the dog licked her cheek. “I’m so sorry ‘bout that!” He said as Jiggy got off and he helped her up by her hand. Emma was a fit of giggles from the overly affectionate dog as she stood, patting away the hairs and dirt now on her, “This isn’t the first time nor last that’s happened to me. It’s totally fine.” She grinned and nodded, “Have a great walk! Nice to meet your dog Jiggy.” The guy paused, looking at her for a moment longer before nodding and continuing to walk. Chad was on the line the whole time, listening to them, “What happened?” He asked, curious. Emma gave an after-giggle as she kept walking, “An incredibly cute golden retriever just assaulted me with it’s love. It was great.” Emma said sarcastically. Chad chuckled over the phone for a moment before saying, “Hm, and that happens a lot to you?” Emma grinned as she kept walking, “Yes. It seems like dogs like me.” “And you don’t own any?” “Nope, I wish. I am gone too much to take care of one.” Emma said. Chad said after a thoughtful pause, “Hm, makes sense. You also are too little to take care of one.” Emma glared in front of her at his jab as he asked, “Do you ever take the middle trail?” He asked, curious. “Sometimes. Today I felt like a one mile hike. If I’m feeling adventurous I like the 2 mile one to the other falls.” She said with a thoughtful pause, “What trail do you like?” She could hear his smile again, “I like the middle trail. It’s a nice walk when I bring Benson, it tires him out.” “Benson?” Emma didn’t hesitate. Was it his kid? Emma knew Chad was too good to be true… maybe he had children she hadn’t known about. “My brother’s dog. I watch him every other weekend or so. My brother and his wife have their hands full at times with their kids and I’m more than happy to watch him when I can.” “Makes sense.” Emma said, walking to the end of the trail up a hill and into the gravel parking lot that led to her car. She pressed her key and said, “Welp, I’m here.” Chad almost sounded disappointed over the phone, as if he wanted to have longer to talk, “Okay. Text me when you’re home, hm?” “Sure, will do.” She mumbled, opening her door, “Have a good rest of your weekend. See you tomorrow.” “Mhm, you too and go to bed on time, little Emma.” He said firmly in response. Emma rolled her eyes, “Yup. Bye.” She said before hanging up and getting into her car. She snipped a bit at Chad but could he blame her? She was a bit moody and had started her period that day after all. She just wanted to go home and eat pizza with ice cream that night while watching the Bachelor which she was now way behind on. The last thing she wanted on her day off was to be reprimanded by Chad Williams, after all. Emma drove home and thought about Chad. She really didn’t think about his personal life much yet but it was interesting to her that he was so kind in helping his brother and sister-in-law in their dog care. The more she knew about Chad, the more that scared her. She felt like she was falling for him more and more. That was terrifying, really, and she was bracing for the moment he’d break her heart. It was inevitable, she knew, yet there wasn’t much she could do at this point, could she? Emma listened to her depressing playlist on the way home, trying to not think or feel all the things she had been trying to avoid, yet failing. Her heart squeezed in pain at the thoughts that she couldn’t stop of a possibility of them dating and that it’d never happen. She felt her tears watery as she blinked the tears back while she drove. It was her menstrual cycle hormones… she’d chalk it up to that for now at least. _____________________ Thanks for everyone's patience on these next chapters! It's been a second and I've been sick, lots of family things happening(I'm sure everyone can relate - it's a bit hard to read or write ABDL literature when family's in town haha!). I am now back to posting. Hoping to get two chapters out tonight for my hiatus! Enjoy!

I finally got into reading this and WOW. This is such an incredibly built out story and I'm in love with the characters! I've only made it to chapter 10 and plan to read more tonight. My thoughts so far on the characters is that Isadora has a lot of secrets she's hiding. I'm hoping she gets caught soon! Also, I love the 'enemies to lovers' type of character dynamic I'm seeing so far. I hope diapers are involved in later chapters and I imagine Isadora is the ABDL from reading to chapter 10. Love this story so much and it's been some time since I've been addicted to a series and all I want to do is sit and read. Admittedly, I'm a bit late to work today because I couldn't put this story down, haha! It's high stakes, has a lot of danger in the future, and is a slow burn - all my favorite things! Anywho, although I'm behind, I'm sure I'll be caught up to the most current chapter soon. Can't wait to keep reading and love to see that there's over 100 chapters! Keep up the great work!

Chapter 39: The Strict Admin “Do you still have that cinnamon crunch seasoning?” Deon asked, opening Emma’s higher cabinets that Emma couldn’t reach for the popcorn seasoning. “I mean, I can’t fucking reach that cabinet and you literally put it in the same place every time.” Emma snarled in annoyance, eyes going to her popcorn kettle, pouring in the popcorn kernels over the oil. Deon was 6 foot and always put the popcorn seasonings at the highest cabinet on purpose to insult Emma’s short height. Deon always liked to tease Emma with either putting things out of her reach, to Emma’s demise. Kylie laughed at them from the stool at Emma’s counter white marble island in the middle of her kitchen, “Deon, she’s not wrong. You ask the same thing almost every movie night.” Deon gave a crooked smile, “I know, it just makes me laugh every time how mad Emma gets.” Her brown eyes bounced to Emma who rolled her eyes. Emma said, “I shouldn’t have invited anyone over… also, why is it always my place?” Emma asked, turning to Deon who came behind Kylie and wrapped her long arms around her, kissing her neck, “And get a room-“ “The man, myth and legacy is here!” Graham cut off Emma as he walked in, boisterous as usual. Emma glared as Graham smiled widely as he walked in with a bottle of Emma’s favorite wine and a cooler, “It’s ‘the man, the myth, the legend’ not legacy, Graham.” Graham closed the door and set down his items as he came over to Emma and held out his arms with a irritatingly wide and knowing smile to Emma as she backed up. “It sounds like someone needs a hug.” Graham said, approaching. Emma backed up into the corner, eyeing her kettle that began popping, “I don’t and not from you. I’m mad at-“ Emma was cut off as Graham kneeled and picked up Emma under her armpits, hugging her as he stood, “A hug will fix everything!” Emma groaned and let out a giggle as he lifted her into his arms, “Graham!” She grumbled as she was forced to hug him back in his arms. This wasn’t the first time Graham hugged her like this, he tended to give her a ‘big hug’ when she was having a bad day. This was of course for other reasons and it felt slightly different now considering that he knew about the whole babying thing. For a moment, Emma’s mind became fuzzy, feeling little in his arms. It was like that switch flicked on and Emma couldn’t stop herself and her internal feelings that Chad had unlocked in the past weeks. Deon and Kylie laughed as Graham set her back down, with a smug kiss to her cheek, “Emmie, I brought you wine and cheese as a peace offering.” He said with his usual Graham charm and charisma. “Peace offering? What happened?” Deon asked, eyes brows raising as she looked between them. Graham went to Emma’s drawer and grabbed her wine bottle opener, “It’s an NDA thing – can’t really say but I think Emmie’s forgiven me.” Emma pressed her lips together to not say more, emptying the popcorn in a few glass bowls. The whole NDA thing never stopped them from spilling before but Emma was happy Graham wasn’t going further to explain. “Understood... I guess?” Deon shrugged, walking over to the bowls and grabbing two. She seasoned Kylie and hers bowl as Kylie got up and walked to the couch, plopping down and grabbing Emma’s remote. “It’s on Hulu right?” Kylie asked the group, flipping through Emma’s apps. “Yup, all the worst horror movies seem to be.” Emma muttered with a slight edge to her voice. Deon’s head whipped to Emma from her tone, “You okay? You kind of seem…” Kylie ended her sentence, “Moody. Are you PMSing or something?” Emma frowned, tilting her head and knowing it was technically almost that time of the month but… that wasn’t why, “No, I-“ Graham cut her off, “She’s starting to date-“ Emma’s eyes glared, “Graham!” Deon and Kylie looked to each other and then to Emma, “You’re dating someone?!” Kylie blurted. Deon muttered, “You’d think you’d be happier not…” “It’s not dating and it’s very… complicated.” Emma growled, eyeing Graham in annoyance that he said anything. Graham put his hands up in defense, “Sorry, Emmie. They should know why you’re being a touch grumpy.” Graham poured two glasses, “Deon and Kylie, do you want any?” Emma rolled her eyes, grabbing her popcorn and walking to the couch to the end she usually sat on with Graham. Deon shook her head, “Nope, we’re good.” Graham brought over Emma’s glass of wine and sat next to her. Graham and Emma usually cuddled or curled up next to each other during movie nights but Emma was obviously cold-shouldering Graham. Graham saw Emma shrunk to her corner and sat, offering her a cheese slice. Emma eyed it for a moment before grabbing a slice. “Uhm, did you change your subscription or something? There’s only kids scary movies here.” Deon asked, taking the remote from Kylie and going to the search bar. Emma blinked as she took a large gulp of her wine, watching Deon search the movie and Deon clicking too quickly to the movie with the child lock icon. She clicked and the prompt appeared to ask for parental permission. The whole groups' heads turned to Emma as her face became red. “Did you accidentally put child locks on your account?” Kylie asked in a joking way with a laugh. Deon and Graham laughed as Emma frowned. Emma had no other excuse as she shrugged, “Something like that.” Graham stared for a second longer, guessing what probably happened and that it wasn’t Emma’s doing at all. Deon laughed as she threw her head back with a clap, “That’s rich. Hoping then we’ll get access granted.” She clicked the ‘request permission’ button before Emma had a moment to think. Emma blinked, her heart skipping a beat and not thinking of the consequences of telling her friend that she was the parent on the account. Emma bit her lip as Deon and Kylie looked over to Emma in confusion at her just sitting there, not moving. “So, uh, are you going to give permission so we can watch?” Deon asked awkwardly. Emma felt her phone ping at a text from Daddy on her phone. She cursed at herself internally on not changing the name as she opened the text, feeling Graham’s stare over her shoulder: That’s a rated R movie, you’re not allowed to watch that. Maybe a kids scary movie for your movie night is more appropriate, hm? Graham howled in laughter as he read the text, slapping his leg at the text he sent her as Emma blinked in annoyance to Chad’s sudden text. To Emma’s further demise, a prompt showed on the screen ‘Your admin denied access to this movie.’ Deon blinked to Emma, “Are you trolling us right now, Em?” Emma frowned, “I wish I was. I think we either have to log into someone else’s account or find a family friendly scary movie for tonight.” Graham was breathless as he rested back and calmed down from laughing, “Maybe we can watch the Don’t Look Under the Bed on Disney plus or something like that. Think that’s a good throwback that’s probably funny?” Graham said, trying to save Emma from Deon and Kylie asking any more questions. Deon widened her eyes and just said, “Fine, I guess…” She went to Disney plus and Kylie just stared at Emma a moment longer in confusion before they watched their movie. Emma dimmed her lights of the apartment and luckily wasn’t questioned for the rest of the night, thanks to Graham’s save.

Chapter 38: Comfy Night In Emma got home, setting her purse on her island counter. She shifted, feeling the diaper between her legs as she thought for a second about removing it, but, another thought trickled in. Emma’s hand floated down to the diaper, opening the onesie and looking down. It couldn’t hurt to keep it on, right? Emma shrugged to herself, knowing she was alone that night and had no plans to leave. After all, the diaper was quite comfy and she had no one to tease her about it. Unfortunate she didn’t have someone to change her though. Emma blinked in annoyance at herself, did she really just think that? She shook it off, going upstairs to her gaming computer and turning it on. Three hours later of playing the Sims and Fall Guys, Emma realized she probably should eat. Emma went downstairs and looked at her phone, seeing it light up from a missed call. She picked her phone up, seeing Graham’s name on the screen. She rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed with Graham after he basically burned her and teased her with Chad. Part of her wanted to ghost Graham for what he did but the other part of her wanted to talk to him from not being able to contact him for so long. Emma looked at her texts, seeing three unread messages. One was in the group chat with Kylie and Deon, Deon texting: I vote Abraham Kills Lincoln for tomorrow. She already saw Kylie liked it. Emma rolled her eyes, sending a text back: The vote is totally unfair when it’s just you two for movie night. Emma shook her head, going back to all her texts and seeing Graham text: Okay, I know you’re mad at me but call me back when you get a chance. Her eyes narrowed at the second unread text from ‘Daddy’: Are you still dry, baby Emma? Emma shifted, her face flushing a bit at the thought that she hadn’t taken the diaper off yet. She debated not replying and she walked over to her pantry, grabbing a spicy ramen noodle bowl. She filled it with water and put it in the microwave as she decided to procrastinate answering Chad or not answering him as she sighed, pressing Graham’s name and calling him back. “Hi little Emmie.” He said, humor in his voice. “Fuck off, Graham.” Emma growled back, grabbing her ramen and plopping it into a bowl as steam rose. “Are you still diapered?” He teased and she blushed, looking down at her still-diapered state in a onesie and no pants. Emma paused, debating if she should be honest and deciding to deflect, “So, why haven’t you responded to my texts? What plea deal did they strike you?” Graham said, “Chad called me that day you signed yours. They had me e-sign that day too on a contract. Part of the contract was that I couldn’t contact you until the in-person interview.” “Great.” Emma said with a sigh as she sat at her counter and swirled a forkful of ramen, waiting a moment for it to cool before stuffing it in her face. “You didn’t tell me he was a fucking 10/10 hot-meter Daddy though Emmie. You left that out, bigtime. Thought we were closer than that.” Graham sounded a bit insulted over the phone. Emma slurped her noodles, “Well you didn’t tell me about your other kinks and your past daddy so now we’re even.” She said pointedly back. “Fair enough.” He said, a smile still in his voice. “Well, that’s all I wanted to talk about.” Emma said, about to hang up. “I have to tell you something else, if you have a few more minutes.” Graham said quickly. “I have a lot of Sims to get back to but I’ll humor you with my time, I guess.” Emma said, eating another forkful of ramen. Graham paused hesitantly, “Are you okay with me changing your diapers? I know it’s… well, crossing a line, but the more I thought of it the more I think it’d be cute. Chad asked after in text and I wanted your permission.” Emma blinked in surprise, embarrassment flooding her senses, “Uhm- I don’t know…“ She tilted her head, knowing how gay Graham was and knowing he’d saw her naked maybe once or twice. She remembered when Kylie stripped her that one drunken night… “I mean, do I even get a choice? I signed in the contract I consented Graham.” She could hear Graham’s insulting smile over the phone, “You don’t per my agreement with Chad, but as your best friend I felt the need to ask.” Emma frowned, “Well, it’s whatever if it happens then.” Emma flushed at the thought, not wanting to think of Graham changing her. That would be beyond humiliating. Graham said, “Mhm. A part of me knows you’d like it. You’re too smart to not get out of this and disappear off the planet. We both know that.” “That’s so not-“ Emma started but got cut off. “It’s true. Emmie, you literally know how to disappear. You’d be gone that day if not for your little crush. You like him and I don’t fault you for that. It seems you saved both of our asses from changing our names and faces by finding a CEO who likes you.” “He doesn’t-“ “He does. It’s clear as day.” Graham said, matter-of-fact. “Whatever.” Emma grumbled, “I’m hanging up and, by the way, you’re not invited to movie tonight tomorrow at my place.” Emma said, sarcastically over the phone. Graham laughed with a clap at her annoyance, “Okay, I’ll be there. 7pm, right?” “Sure.” Emma said with a sigh. “I’ll be there and bring the candy. Maybe pick you up a baby bottle pop.” Graham muttered. Emma groaned in annoyance, “If you show up with that, I’ll kick you out.” “Think I like Chad, by the way, he’s great at teasing you-“ “Goodbye Graham.” Emma said in a grumble, cutting him off and hanging up as she heard Graham laugh and clap loudly over the line at her obvious irritation. Emma sighed, going back to her phone and staring at Chad’s text, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Emma considered not responding but then thought about the fact she must have read receipts on. She curiously looked in her chat settings with Chad to see her read receipts were in fact on. Emma cursed under her breath, staring for longer and knowing she should respond. She bit her lip, texting: Maybe. She sent it and went up to her loft, deciding that maybe if she touched herself, this constant flustered state would go away. Emma blushed at the thoughts of how she did have the night to herself and a quality session with herself. She had a long week after all and deserved that, right? Emma bit her lip, walking up to her loft area and not wasting a second in grabbing her vibrator. After a few naughty moments, Emma was breathless, looking down and the thought startling her that she literally touched herself in a diaper. What was wrong with her? Emma went to the restroom and stared a moment at the thick diaper, considering the idea of staying in it. She shook her head, “No, nope. You are an adult Emma.” She chastised herself, ripping the tapes that were not as easy to rip as Chad made it seemed. Her face blushed at the thought of him again and that she literally just touched herself in a fucking diaper to the thought of him. Fuck. Emma went to her bed and played her dragon puzzle game until all of her devices were set to her bedtime. Emma sighed, looking out her window again as her eyes grew heavy, thoughts of Chad, diapers and her bleeding into her dreams as she fell asleep.

Chapter 37: Falling Emma woke up an hour and a half later to her bladder groaning for release. Emma grumbled, her brain coming back to consciousness in remembering Graham earlier and her diapered and still wet state. The cold diaper clung to her hips and she wished Chad had changed her already. Emma slowly opened her eyes and peaked her head out of her blanket to slowly move and blinked as she turned over on her back to see Chad, “Have a nice nap, little one?” He said, kneeling and his hand going to her hair, pushing a long wavy lock behind her ear before taking her paci that sat on her chest into her dry mouth. “Mhm.” Emma said with a blush behind the paci as she suckled it unintentionally for the tenth time that day. She only did it because her tongue was dry, to her defense. “Good.” He smiled warmly, eyes bouncing as his other hand flipped up the blanket covering her and going straight to her diaper. He squished the wet padding, “Doesn’t look like someone needs a change yet, hm?” Emma blinked in annoyance, not responding. Chad’s eyes caught her attitude quickly as he threatened, “Oh, but maybe someone needs a spanking?” Emma blinked away the look quickly, “No fank you.” Her voice mumbled behind the irritatingly large paci. His eyes twinkled in her cuteness, he sighed nodding his head to his desk, “As adorable and distracting as you may be, Daddy has to finish up things before the end of day. I think baby Emma can check her email in case Charity needs any help before leaving for the weekend?” Emma nodded, “Yeth.” She said shyly, her face blushing. He smiled widely, “Good girl.” He helped her up and led her to her chair, his hand on the small of her back. Chad went back to his desk as Emma didn’t hesitate to stand and relieve herself of her groaning bladder. Emma avoided Chad’s studying gaze as she closed her eyes and, surprisingly, Emma wet much faster than in past times. Emma sighed in relief and sat at her desk, ignoring Chad still as she could swear he was chuckling lightly at her. His gaze left her and she focused on her laptop as she opened it. For the last half an hour of work, Emma completed the one follow-up task Charity had for her and then she looked to Chad as he was focused on his work. His elbow rested on his desk as his thumb grazing his chin. Emma’s eyes trailed along his strong jaw and to his sharp nose that had a small bump that just gave him a more handsome look to her. Fuck. Emma wished she hadn’t thought that as she shifted and the wet and very full diaper pressed against her, making her feel even more heated as she looked at him, happy for the first time that day that she had a pacifier in her mouth to hide her mouth from drooling. Chad’s head turned to her as he caught her staring, “Did you finish your work, little one?” His eyes drifted down to her diaper bulge underneath her skirt and then to her cute face. Emma felt her cheeks flushing, feeling like she got caught gawking but just nodded, “Yeth.” “How about you color until 3:30, hm?” He coaxed, nodding to her left where her crayons and book still were. “Okay.” Emma said, logging out of her computer and feeling like such a little baby in the moment as Chad went back to his work. Emma’s eyes drifted to him for a moment as he looked away. Her mind was still racing at the fact that someone so hot and normal-looking would be into this level of humiliation and adult baby role play. There was something really fucking attractive in that thought, yet Emma didn’t want to deep dive into that without her vibrator later. Emma colored on a page of Rafiki holding Simba for the last half an hour until Chad logged out of his computer and got up, walking over to Emma. He looked down to her coloring page, “Very pretty, baby Emma.” He murmured, smiling warmly and encouragingly to her. Emma bit the paci, feeling humiliation in the sense that she felt pride in her toddler-level coloring on the page he was praising about. It truly made her feel small, like really really little. After a moment of Emma emersed in her little state, Chad nudged her out of her thoughts, “Put your crayons and books away. We’ll get your diaper changed into a fresh one before leaving, how does that sound?” Emma shifted, knowing Chad mentioned she couldn’t take the diaper off if he didn’t allow her too. Did that mean she’d have to wear it all weekend? Gross! Her eyes narrowed as she put her crayons away like told. “What's wrong baby?” Chad could see her confusion. “Can I take off the diaper this weekend myself?” Emma asked, looking up. Humor played at Chad’s expression in a pause at the thought, “Yes. You’ve been good today and I’m just sending you home with a fresh diaper. Don’t want accidents driving home, hm?” He asked with a tilt of his head. Emma frowned behind her pacifier at his insulting last part of his answer, “No.” “Good, let’s get you changed then, hm?” Chad said, taking her hand and leading her over to the sofa. Emma laid down obediently and Chad unbuttoned her onesie, taking a moment as he pressed the very wet diaper against her in a tease, “My, my, what a wet girl!” He murmured. Emma shifted in humiliation mixed with a pleasurable feeling by him pressing. She refrained from grumbling and moaning in the same moment at how Chad easily made her feel like that throughout the day. It was insulting, really. After many wipes and a new diaper with a generous amount of powder, Emma was snugly taped into a fresh and thick diaper again. “There, much better, hm?” He asked, eyes looking to be savoring the image of her as he paused, a smirk placed on his face. “Mhm, thwank you, Daddy.” Emma said as he blinked out of his gaze, snapping the onesie back on. “So polite, what a good girl. Who would have thought you’d be such a good baby if I’d just put you in a diaper sooner, hm?” He murmured in more of a statement than a question. Emma didn’t dare respond, only biting her paci and knowing it probably looked like she was suckling it. Emma was thankful in that moment of the paci – it actually did help to soothe and stop her from replying with an attitude like she probably would have. Chad was good at pressing Emma’s brat buttons, that was sure. Chad finished snapping her crotch and helped her to stand, “You’re dismissed for the weekend.” He took in one more look to her before going to his desk to put his items back in his brown leather satchel as Emma stood in a daze, her mind buzzing still in a little state he left her in. Chad looked over to Emma still unmoving, “Do you need something, little one?” He asked, tilting his head with a smile on his face. Emma shook out of her stare at the ground and looked to Chad, “I’m ok-way… to take th-wis out?” She pointed to the paci. “You can keep it in if it helps you.” Chad murmured with a ghost of a smile on his face, enjoying her cute lost look to him. Emma bit the paci in her annoyance before taking it out and grabbing her clothes from earlier on the coffee table, “Thanks.” Emma said shortly as she went to her purse at her desk, taking off her socks and putting on her shoes from that morning. Chad waited for Emma to try stuffing her clothes half in her bag before walking out with her, “Any plans for this weekend?” Chad asked as Emma pulled her cardigan closed and held her arms awkwardly as they walked. The office was already emptied from people rushing out on a Friday. Even though only a few coworkers Emma only knew in passing were still in offices, she was very aware of still wearing a short skirt and diaper with every crinkly step. Emma blinked, realizing he asked a question as his head tilted down to her, “Uhm, just hanging out with friends. We’re having a bad horror movie night.” “Bad horror movie night?” A corner of Chad’s mouth rose as they walked down the hallway. “Yes. We try to find the worst horror movies on Rotten Tomatoes and then we laugh at the acting and jump scares.” Emma said, smiling a bit at the absurd thought that that’s what her and her friends found fun. Luckily, Graham wasn’t invited since she thought he fell off the face of the planet, well, until that day. Chad chuckled lightly as he pressed the elevator button, “That’s… an interesting way to find movies. Who’s idea was it to start that?” Emma walked into the elevator as it dinged open, “Yours truly.” Emma did a small curtsey that Chad flashed a smile at in her adorable outfit as Emma smiled widely. It was a rare sight for him to see her smile and he sometimes forgot how beautiful she was, even outside of their roleplay. “It was a great idea the first time until it became a thing. Like a every month thing. Now all we do is watch really bad scary movies with little to no plot.” Chad blinked away the thoughts he shouldn't be having and chuckled again, “Mhm. I’m sure.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall in thought. A silence drifted between them as Emma felt the thick tension grow between them as the elevator silently whooshed down. Emma didn’t know if it was just her mind going too far but she didn’t dare glance to Chad as the doors finally opened and Emma walked out first. “Have a good weekend, Ch-er-“ Emma paused blinking to the garage and not seeing people around, “Daddy.” She blinked to Chad’s narrowed eyes. Chad gave a wide smile in response, showing his canines, which was insultingly handsome and intimidating at the same time, “Good save, baby Emma. You too, I’ll see you on Monday, hm?” He said, walking with her and still walking further up the inclined deck as she got to her car. “Yep, see you then.” Emma said hesitantly, opening her door and taking a second longer to watch Chad keep walking. She hadn’t seen his car nor where he parked until she watched him walk to the end. You’d think a CEO would get a reserved space in a garage, huh? Emma thought to herself, watching him walk to one of the further spots and seeing him go to a worn looking black pickup truck. A pickup truck? Emma thought he’d be driving a sports car or something that looked expensive but… no, this was rudely wholesome. Emma hated that she wanted to know more about him and who he really was, yet that scared her because maybe she’d fall a bit more for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Emma did not think that. She was totally not falling for a controlling, absurdly dominant, and, not to mention, god-awfully attractive as hell CEO… right? Emma went into her car and sat for a few moments, her face feeling hot to the touch as she bit her lip, internally debating what was wrong with her. There was a lot wrong with her, clearly, as she felt a insulting amounts of butterflies in her stomach and the happy hum of that damn dark and twisty thing again.

I am still writing for this story - had a huge slow down due to life and getting sick twice. Exhaustion these past few weeks has been real- I have had enough energy for work but not writing. I'm back now though! For the delay, I'll post two chapters tonight. Chapter 36: Margery “Give me your phone.” Chad said, nodding to Emma’s purse in her new desk. “Yes, Daddy.” She said, hoping the ‘Daddy’ would give a lessened punishment. “What website?” He was short and obviously annoyed, maybe a sliver of hurt flickering in his eyes that Emma caught. “Citi.” Emma said, grabbing her phone and waddling back over as she handed him her phone. He opened the phone and asked, “Authenticator or text verification?” He opened her messaging apps as he pulled up the website. “Neither.” Emma gulped as Chad’s eyes immediately locked on her, the feral flicker behind his eyes. “Neither?” He asked, tilting his head. “I…” Emma took in a breath, “I have another email, the two-factor message gets sent to that.” “Hm. It seems someone hasn’t been honest, huh?” Chad murmured, grabbing his notepad from his drawer and pad, setting it down with a pen, “Usernames and passwords, now.” He commanded. “Yep.” Emma said, writing them down quickly and pausing, “I also have an investment portfolio with this on Vanguard.” Chad eyed Emma, his fingers twitching and she could see the veins in his neck pulsating, “Anything else you still aren’t telling me?” He waited patiently, yet Emma knew she was in trouble. Emma frowned, “Sorry. I forgot about these.” She wrote the email, usernames and passwords. “You’re bad at lying to me, baby Emma. I’d be careful because my patience is becoming thin.” He threatened slowly as he took the notepad and a silence fell upon them. Emma didn’t sit, standing and waiting as he logged into the email first, then the banking and investing accounts. He squinted for a moment as he scrolled and then his eyebrows raised, confused and impressed at the same time. “If these accounts are connected to your cybercriminal career, I will have to send the documents to Ted.” He said, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. “They aren’t.” Emma said, her hands clasped together as she stood. “Explain how you have 2.3 million in savings and investments then.” He said slowly, infuriated that she hid a very important detail from him. Emma said, “Affiliate marketing and blog posts from high school. It kinda stacked up and I just kept investing and saving.” Emma shrugged. Chad studied her for a moment, questioning if she were telling the truth, “You mean to tell me, you created a business in high school that eventually did 2.3 million in less than 10 years.” “Yes.” Emma said, sucking in her mouth. “How, Emma? Explain more.” He said, still not fully believing her. Emma’s eyes lit up, “I can show you.” She nodded to his computer, “I’ll write it down but also show you, it’s easier.” Chad sighed, leaning back more with a thoughtful look. He spoke after a pause, “Okay, show me.” After 30 minutes of Emma logging into accounts and showing Chad all her blogs, affiliate accounts and ad accounts that were still active, he finally understood this was completely separate from the cybercriminal work and was admittedly impressed at how damn smart Emma was. She was incredibly gifted, that was sure to Chad from what he saw. “Now that we’ve settled that, have a seat. I have a few more things to ask you.” He said after she finished writing down the accounts and passwords. “Okay.” Emma said, nodding and sitting, feeling the cushion of her diaper as she sat and knowing she’d have to pee sooner than later. “The art commissions – that’s the Jenkin’s Consulting Agency, isn’t it?” “Yes.” “What about Margery Taylor monthly recurring Zelle payments of $1150 a month, is this a client or related?” He asked, annoyed that she still had anything associated with the Agency she worked for still connected. He saw a transaction go through this week with the Margery Taylor account and was concerned she still may not have cut ties completely yet. Emma shifted, expression becoming suddenly distant, “No, unrelated.” That’s all she said. Chad tilted his head, eyes flickering in annoyance at her short response, “Then what is that big of a payment for if not cybercriminal activity?” Emma’s eyes narrowed to the desk, “I don’t want to talk about it.” She felt herself getting emotional suddenly, feeling the stinging in her heart. “Emma, I have little patience with you as it is.” Chad gritted out, leaning forward and about to lunge. Before he did, Emma’s eyes slowly rose to meet his, her eyes watery, “That’s my mom. She’s in a rehabilitation facility and that covers her bills.” She blinked away the tears, her voice having an edge, “Happy now?” Chad blinked, ignoring her attitude hinting her voice as he had so many questions. He was surprised to feel a twinge of pain for her. The pain he immediately felt was because Emma looked hurt, raw and broken, and all he wanted to do was coddle her in that moment. Why did Emma’s mom have a different last name? Why did Emma not tell Chad about her mom? Why were there things Chad still didn’t know about Emma, when he literally had access to her everything now on devices and accounts? So many things confused Chad and left Emma to mystery still. He sighed, shaking his head out of his thoughts, trying to ignore his strong feelings that came with them. He paused, thinking of the best way to phrase his question, “If you don’t mind me asking, why is she in rehab?” Emma blinked, her eyes watery again as she stared behind Chad in a silence, “Can we please move on to your next questions?” Chad felt his heart tug as he studied her, it was a sensitive topic that he wanted to approach as gently as he could but he felt like he should know, “Is she okay, physically, at least, Emma?” He wondered if maybe she was possibly in a rehabilitation center not for mental health or something like substance abuse. Chad had been there himself and wanted to know more. This was the most he’d gotten a glimpse into Emma’s life and wanted to get to know the real her, after all. “No, she’s mentally unwell.” Emma said quickly, eyes flicking down to her hands. “If you want to talk about anything, Emma, I’m here to listen, okay?” He said, leaning in and wanting to pull her into his lap to cuddle her from how sad she suddenly looked. Emma shook her head, taking in a steadying breath, “I’m good. Next question, please.” She said, moss green eyes slightly red in the corners as she met his concerned gaze. She obviously was hiding something deep, something Chad wanted to know so badly but couldn’t seem to get her to say it. It killed him internally but he knew better to not pry. Chad forgot his other questions for a moment as he paused, blinking away the other questions related to Emma’s mom but one question he couldn’t help, “Why is your last name Rose?” Emma sighed in annoyance as Chad’s eyes flashed in irritation as her eyes met his, “Because I changed it.” She said, no faltering of her attitude. Emma’s real last name was Clark and she changed it to Taylor, then Rose when she was 22 for the sake of saying fuck you to both of her parents. It was freeing and she didn’t want to explain why to Chad. It was too long of a story anyways. “Watch your attitude, baby Emma. I’m being nice right now, understand?” He asked, tilting his head. Emma gulped at Chad’s serious tone and then nodded, face changing in a blink to more compliant, “Sorry.” Chad stared at her for another moment before saying, “What’s your full name you were born with?” Emma crossed her arms, not wanting to talk about it but Chad wasn’t giving her a choice, “Emma Marie Clark.” She said, her voice melancholy. “Do you speak to your dad?” He asked, wondering so many things about her he hadn’t found answers on. Even through having all her passwords and logins, he couldn’t find one thing about her parents. He even searched ‘dad’ and ‘mom’ in her phone. Absolutely nothing came up, no matter how many ways he spelled different versions of any parent. He even went through her message history, unable to find anything. No pictures, nothing on her phone of her younger self. Chad hadn’t though much of it because he had been distracted with other things about her and what he had as plans for her. It made him wonder what was really going on with Emma. He’d never met someone so… hidden and contradicting, even to themselves. She had captivated Chad’s attention from the moment he met her and he had a feeling his piqued curiosity about her inner working wouldn’t go away anytime soon. Unfortunate for him trying to not catch feelings, he gave up on that ship long ago anyways. There was a raw pain in her eyes as she met his that made his heart tug again, “No.” Emma’s eyes switched to a cold stare to the desk as he studied her carefully, deciding to not ask anymore for that day. There was obviously something there, something he didn’t understand and wouldn’t until she felt comfortable enough to open up to him. He’d decided to be patient, for now at least. Chad cleared his throat, standing and walking around the desk, “I think someone could use a nap.” He said, kneeling and briskly picking her up. Emma gasped at the sudden movement, her brain breaking out of it’s dark place and a giggle escaped her lips at the butterflies in her stomach from Chad’s affectionate swoop, “Hey!” She said, her face red and a smile on her lips as she met his happily bouncing eyes staring down to her. “I’m not tired though.” She mumbled, although it wasn’t entirely true. She was slightly sleepy after lunch which was typically when she drank tea, a second coffee or, guiltily, a soda if she needed it. Given, she only drank juice that lunch and it didn’t give her the caffeine boost she needed. “Mhm, that’s what all grumpy babies say.” Chad set her down on the chaise sofa, grabbing the blanket and opening it over her, tucking the blanket edges in as she shifted. Chad paused, reaching underneath the blanket to her diaper and squishing the saturated front, “Not wet enough for a diaper change yet, hm?” Emma blushed and looked up to Chad in annoyance, was he really still not going to change her? It had been a few hours now and part of the diaper felt lukewarm going to cold. How wet did Chad want her diaper to be before a change? Emma definitely wet it a lot earlier and would be afraid of leaking if she wet again. Although she already did admittedly feel her bladder pressing again, asking to pee once more. It was frustrating that she already had to pee again like a baby Chad had seemingly made her that day, ugh! Emma pressed her lips together, not daring to grumble anything or she feared her situation may worsen. Chad’s hand went to the pacifier tucked in her onesie pocket, picking it up and pushing it past her lips, “That’s okay, I’m sure you’ll wet again soon and then maybe you’ll get a new diaper before the end of the day.” How would he even know if she wet again? Emma thought, shifting with the cold diaper insultingly mocking her underneath the blanket that Chad tucked her into. “Take a nap, Emma.” Chad said, eyes hovering over her for a moment longer before he went back to his desk. Emma shifted again, knowing she had to pee again and decided maybe, just maybe, a nap may help her get to the end of the day quicker. Emma moved onto her side and snuggled into the blanket, getting more comfortable. With the quiet tap of Chad’s fingertips on his keyboards and clicks of his mouse, Emma’s brain surprisingly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 35: Caught in Her Own Web After 10 minutes since Graham left, Emma was doing a potty dance in her chair. Chad was looking through documents, focused on his work, yet he did look over a few times. Emma tried to focus on her coloring but the pressure was too much. Emma stood and Chad turned, eyes humorously watching her as she placed her palms on the desk, closing her eyes and ignoring his stare. He silently got up as Emma took slow breaths, her bladder being as damn defiant as the rest of her being as she tried letting go. It wasn’t until she shifted her legs a bit farther apart she felt a tiny bit of pee escape. From there, the stream began and she was flooding the padding. Emma opened her eyes in surprise as she felt Chad’s hand pressing the diaper into her, warm and starting to saturate as he smirked, “Someone is wet already, hm?” Emma blushed, her bladder gates not closing as she shifted underneath his palm that he didn’t move and he sat in her chair, pulling her into his arms and scooping her into a cradle. Emma shifted, her face growing redder as her bladder hadn’t stopped, still trickling in a slowed pace as she felt Chad’s hand softly squish the warm and wet crotch. She bit on the pacifier, surprised at herself when she almost moaned at the feeling. It was humiliation mixed with pleasure as he patted her diaper. Emma didn’t want to wrap her mind around why that turned her on so much, yet it fucking did and she couldn’t fathom it. Luckily, Emma’s bladder came to a halt and Chad’s fingers brushed up her skirt, pushing the material away to expose her now more prominent bulging diaper. He murmured, “What a good little baby Emma, wetting your diapers like a baby should.” He said, his lips brushing the top of her head and pressing down in a kiss. Emma blinked, head resting unintentionally on his chest as his fingers swirled above her lower abdomen in a reassuring caress. The feelings of being nurtured and embarrassed causing her to feel… small, little. Like a literal baby. The feelings made her suddenly so shy that she felt frozen, making her inadvertently shift towards Chad and nuzzle her head into his chest. She felt a rumble of his light chuckle at the movement as his arms so easily cuddled her and squeezed in the embrace. Emma couldn’t place the feeling… yet she knew that this is where she belonged in the moment. A sense of belonging, amongst the chaos that was her mind and soul, was being Chad’s. The thought made her feel vulnerable, raw and something she hadn’t quite felt before. A something of falling, even when she wasn’t trying to. As Chad slowly let up his embrace, Emma blinked back her watery eyes as she looked up and he said, “As much as I’d love to cuddle you all morning, I think I have work to get back too and you have coloring to do, hm?” He said as Emma met his warm brown eyes, reflecting something similar that flickered in Emma’s. Emma was caught of guard by two things in that moment: 1. Chad wasn’t going to change her? The fuck. Was Emma supposed to stay in this all day? And… 2. Chad’s eyes shadowed something similar to what Emma felt in that moment… Longing, desire, and a flicker of… falling for her the same way Emma was for him, maybe? Emma didn’t know, yet her thoughts went there, as much as she tried to not think of the possibility of that. Chad would never date someone like Emma or humor the thought, Emma was sure. She brushed away the ludicrous idea as he stood her up and Emma went back to her coloring, trying to forget what she saw in his eyes and the mutual feeling that she couldn’t tell was real or made up in her mind. Lunchtime came around and Chad looked to Emma who was on her second coloring page, “Jessica dropped off our lunches in the meeting office, can you be a good girl and bring it here?” Emma put her green crayon in the box with a small shift of nervousness to leave the room, yet she had a feeling there wasn’t really a choice, “Mhm.” She hummed behind her pacifier, standing and adjusting her skirt. Chad eyed her as she hesitantly took out her pacifier and went to the clip to remove it before Chad said sternly, “Keep the clip on, baby Emma. You’ll get a punishment if you dare to take that off.” Emma froze, gulping at his tone. “Sorry.” She muttered, looking down at the pocket of the onesie and bringing her soft cardigan over her front as she walked, no, waddled to the door and she could feel Chad’s stare. Emma took in a slow breath before opening the door and peaking her head down the hallway, feeling relieved to see no one walking by. Emma walked to the end where she’d have to turn left to get to the large office meeting area where food was usually delivered to for the executives. Emma froze as she heard people talking in the room and she slowly slipped in, seeing people chatting and eating lunch. The room went silent as she entered and Emma felt her face hot as she crossed her arms and tried to hide her onesie and pacifier clip underneath her cardigan. “Look who it is, Emma Marie.” Adam said with a wide and playful grin, “Nice to meet you with your real name.” Emma blinked, forgetting the whole fake name thing. She thought for a moment she was in trouble, like the other day when Chad said it. “Yep. Sorry about that.” Emma said, feeling her face heat as her eyes darted from Adam to Doug to Sav and Derek. Sav had no facial expression as she eyed her. Derek’s eyes bounced as he greedily looked at her and he flashed a knowing smile. “Grabbing Chad’s order?” Adam said, nodding to the bag that was left unopened, “It’s there.” “Thanks.” Emma said, walking slowly forward as the room was silent and she felt like every crinkle was an echo in a cave from the damn silence. “Tell Chad that he owes me.” Derek said with a wink as Emma was about to turn and leave. “Sure.” Emma said, biting her lip as everyone went back to their food and work conversation prior to Emma leaving, besides Sav and Derek. She could feel Sav’s cold gaze, emotionless as her dark brown eyes stared. Emma dared to meet her eyes for a moment before walking out of the room. Lucky for Emma, she didn’t pass anyone and held the large carry out bag on her skirt side that faced the glass balcony overlooking the first floor, praying that no one could look up underneath her skirt. Emma placed the bag on Chad’s desk, not daring to open it as he stood and pulled out a Happy Meal from Mcdonalds and apple juice. Emma’s eyes narrowed, biting her tongue to hold back her thoughts. Was she ever going to get an adult lunch again? To be fair, Emma didn’t eat normal portion sizes since she was short anyways, but still, she didn’t want to keep being embarrassed. That must have been why Derek said Chad owed him… ugh! Emma thought to herself. After Emma had her nuggets, fries and apple slices in silence as Chad was working while at lunch and then in his phone, Chad finally spoke, “Once you’re done, I have a few questions to ask you about some things I found in your bank statements.” Emma grabbed her last apple slice and ate it slowly, swallowing, “Mhm?” She asked, licking her thumb that was sticky. Luckily, she had a meal that was mostly finger foods today. Chad had a smirk on his face, his eyes bouncing at how cute she was for probably the tenth time that day. He straightened himself as his face went serious, “I was budgeting and the new amount you're making is not enough to cover your monthly expenses and bills." He paused, eyeing her seriously, "By a landslide.” Emma’s other finger was sticky as she was already putting it in her mouth as he finished his sentence, he eyed her mouth as she did, suppressing his smile. Emma frowned, wondering why in the fuck he was budgeting for her? She bit her lip for a moment to prevent rolling her eyes. She blinked after an awkward silence, “I have a few income streams.” Then, it was Chad’s turn to blink, yet his was in an anger. “What do you mean... you have a few income streams?” He pressed, his tone deathly serious. Emma paused, realizing she struck a nerve and hadn’t given him all of her bank accounts, “I-uhm, forgot about my other bank account. I have a second checkings and savings.” Accidental… no. This was Emma’s subconscious plan to not give him everything. Did Chad really think she was that dumb to hand it all over? However, she obviously wasn’t smart enough to realize if Chad did the math, she was at a monthly loss. Ah, fuck. Emma thought to herself, blinking to Chad’s calm and angered stare. _____________ Thanks to everyone's patience on Chapter 35! My husband and I had family visit and then we went on a vacation. I got sick again and am taking a few rest days to hopefully sleep off this cold. 😴 I really wanted to post this sooner and finally got around to it tonight. I hope you all liked this chapter and there's more to come. Let me know your thoughts as I love to read your comments!

Chapter 34: The Weapon of Humiliation Emma gasped in embarrassment, humiliation flooding her senses as she met Graham’s eyes. Graham blinked at Emma, his eyes seeing everything. Literally everything. The pacifier in her mouth seconds before. Her criss-crossed legs that showed her white diaper leak guards and onesie crotch peaking out underneath the skirt. Her coloring on the desk like a literal child. Emma wanted to die from humiliation as she looked down to her coloring book, her face hot. Emma shifted, moving her legs to dangle down and pulling her skirt to hide her diaper. Graham cleared his throat and looked to Chad, “Mr. Williams, pleasure to meet you.” Graham said in his charismatic way, easily ignoring all that he just saw. Emma felt like she blacked out for a moment as she blinked up again and Graham walked up to Chad and Chad stood, shaking his hand. Graham being a few inches shorter at 6 feet tall as Emma’s brain swirling in questions. What was Graham doing here? Also, why hadn’t he picked up her calls or texts? None of it made sense until her eyes fell on Chad’s smug look. He obviously had this in the works and Emma was so taken aback, not knowing how to even react. She literally had a pacifier in her mouth when Graham walked in… how fucking embarrassing! The worst part was, if she lived to see another day with Graham, he’d never let her live it down. Fuck! She thought, dying inside for the second time. “Call me Chad. Pleasure to meet you too.” Chad said, smiling wide and humor bouncing in his eyes. Emma flicked her eyes between them, still not believing this all was happening. One moment Emma was enjoying her coloring and being Chad’s baby, the next he brings in her best fucking friend as a weapon of humiliation. If Graham weren’t there, Emma would have sneered or bit Chad for that. Yet, Emma knew Chad’s wrath and didn’t want to get on his bad side that day. She was having a great track record that day and it wasn’t worth it. Emma was staring with her mouth getting dry from being open as Chad looked to her and so did Graham, “Emma, go back to your coloring.” He said in a gentle but firm way, putting his hands in his pockets. Emma blinked to Graham who was fucking eating this up. The only thing he was missing was popcorn as Emma cursed in her head, knowing Graham wasn’t shocked. He looked like he was enjoying this. The fuck Graham! Emma thought, looking down to her coloring book and grabbing her orange crayon, her fingers twitching in embarrassment and her frustration. She knew Chad had given her some mercy in not making her put back in her pacifier or call her Baby Emma but, man, was she flustered. “Emmie is what I call her. It sometimes gets me a blush but not as much as you seem to make her do that.” Graham said with a nod in Emma’s direction as they both sat. Chad flashed a smile at the comment, “Is that so? I don’t think I’ve seen her not blush when she’s around me.” He murmured, grabbing a few papers. Emma shifted, looking at Chad in annoyance that they were talking like she was an actual child and couldn't hear them, “Thanks for meeting today. I saw you already did the drug screening and background tests. All we have to do is talk through a few things and get this contract signed. It should only be a half an hour at most.” Graham nodded, “That sounds great to me.” Emma couldn’t hold in her questions anymore, she put down her crayon, “Sorry to interrupt but-“ She saw Chad shoot her a sharp look, “What is happening here? Why are you even here, Graham? Aren’t you supposed to be across the country or something?” Emma was done with the roleplay, she just wanted to be included in the conversation. Her thoughts were eating her alive. Graham spoke before Chad reprimanded her, “Chad called me the day you signed your contract and offered me something similar as a plea deal except for-“ Chad interrupted him, “It’s okay Graham. I’ll explain to her everything after.” Graham stopped, eyes blinking to him in surprise of his incredibly strict tone. “My apologies. You’ve done a lot for us and we appreciate it, even if Emma won’t say it.” Graham said with a candid and large grin that Emma blinked in irritation at. He always had a way of making people like him and Emma was always jealous of that. Chad cleared his throat and smiled, gathering himself to not be overly dominant with Emma just yet in someone’s presence outside of Sav and Derek, “You’re welcome. I appreciate you acknowledging that.” He paused, eyes drifting back to Emma who went back to coloring, “Someone over there is paying the price and I hope you can understand our arrangement for her. I know it’s a bit unusual but...“ “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain." Graham smiled wide, eyes twinkling in amusement, "Emma needs a strict daddy, I’m not weirded out if that’s what you’re thinking.” Emma looked up in pure shock, almost breaking her crayon at how Graham was basically egging Chad on. Chad looked over to Emma that was glaring at Graham, “Emma, put your pacifier back in your mouth. Now.” Emma grumbled lowly, “Fine.” She said, blushing as she hesitantly grabbed the plastic pink handle and moved it into her mouth. She looked up as Graham was staring longer than she would have liked. He smiled genuinely to her, his eyes bouncing at his little best friend in her baby clothes and pacifier, “You’re such a cute little baby, Emmie.” Emma groaned, crossing her arms on the desk over where she was coloring and hiding her face in her elbow. “Yep and you got even cuter doing that.” He teased as Emma gave a frustrated sigh and she could hear Chad chuckle with Graham. Chad said after a moment of chuckling, “I have a feeling you’ll fit right in here.” He said, a smile hinting at his voice as Emma sighed and uncovered herself, going back to her coloring. Chad passed the packet of papers to Graham, “We already e-signed most of this but I just need a few wet signatures on the last few pages going over your two year contract.” Emma’s eyes flashed to Chad as she grumbled, not even caring about the pacifier anymore on her face, “Are you sewious? Can't you fire him befwore then?” She asked in a grumble, eyeing Graham in annoyance. Graham laughed at how adorable she was muffled behind the pacifier as Chad's eyes narrowed to her. Chad said in a low voice, “Emma, watch your attitude.” He gave a warning tone as his eyes flickered in irritation. Emma blinked, knowing how close she was to a spanking after this as she tried calming herself and went back to her coloring book, “Sowwy.” Graham was trying to calm down from seeing his best friend so submissive and being little, “You chose the wrong little if you didn’t want an attitude, Chad. She’s a brat, that one.” Graham went to the packet and flipped to the back. “If she like this with you?” Chad asked, curiously. “Emmie? Oh yeah.” Graham said in an exaggerated way as he signed. Emma bit the pacifier, causing it to move in her mouth and only look externally like she was suckling it. She didn't dare look up in her she'd say something else by Graham's agonizingly amused expression. “Hm. Good to know it’s not just me. She’s had an attitude with a few of my staff members too.” Chad said, his eyes drifting to Emma who was focused on her coloring. Emma shifted, feeling her bladder still pressing on her uncomfortably. She had completely forgotten the urgency until things calmed down in the room. “That’s Emma. She’s a little gremlin.” Graham murmured, signing another line after he read. Chad chuckled softly, “That’s one way to put it.” He paused, eyeing Graham in curiosity, “Have you roleplayed with a little before?” Graham shrugged, “I’ve had someone be my dominant with a slightly different type of roleplay than this, haven't been a dominant myself though.” He said and Emma almost dropped her pacifier. Graham never told Emma that. Emma looked up to Graham in surprise before Graham looked to Emma, “But seeing little Emmie makes me want to play with the idea of babysitting her.” He smiled wide in a mischievous way to Emma. Emma glared at Graham before looking down and shaking her head. “Good, that’s something we may take you up on.” Chad said with a smile, going to his computer and typing as Graham was still finishing signing. “So my first day is Monday at 7AM, right?” Graham asked when he was done signing. “Yes. You can meet Jessica at the front desk and she’ll walk you to our construction consultant department to train.” Chad said, crossing his arms. “Great.” Graham said as Chad stood and so did Graham. “It was nice meeting you in person finally.” Chad said, shaking Graham’s hand. Graham smiled charmingly back, “It was nice meeting Emmie’s daddy in person finally. Good luck with her, you’ll need it.” Graham said before nodding to Emma who just glared at him behind her pacifier. Although she was relieved he was in front of her and she’d see him at work, she was not happy in the slightest he was teasing her so casually. Did he have an inkling of what Emma was going through? Unfortunately, she had a suspicion he did to some degree and that concerned her more that he was so easily going with Chad’s humiliation roleplay. Emma shook her head as Graham left, leaving her back alone with Chad and her aching bladder. After Graham strolled out of the room, Chad mused as he put his hands in his pockets and his eyes drifted to Emma, “I was a bit hesitant to hire your best friend in the case he was anything like you but..." He trailed off, half-sitting on his desk in thought, "I think I like him already.” Emma made a frustrated grumble noise behind her pacifier, “Graham wikes poking me. Ith not fair.” She said in a muffle, going back to her coloring. “Mhm. That only validates further that I made a great decision in hiring him.” He said, flashing a wickedly handsome grin at Emma, eyes bouncing playfully. Emma frowned behind her pacifier, having a feeling it’d be a very very long two years for her. ________________ I loved reading the theories on the cliffhanger of the last chapter! Both @Tracey and @Guilend had it right. I thought perhaps I foreshadowed too much and happy I kept you both guessing, haha!

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Chapter 33: So the Plot Thickens(Or Maybe the Padding?) After an hour of Emma going through the administrative tasks Charity sent her and responding to Charity’s email, she saw Chad stand and walk over to her. Emma didn’t move her head, staring at her laptop and trying to ignore his presence as he leaned down, his hand going to her diaper and Emma blushed, looking up to him as he smirked. Chad’s hand squished the dry padding, his finger hooking into the leg hole as an added measure to check her, “Hm. Someone’s still dry.” Emma blushed, feeling embarrassed that she didn’t even realize he was checking her diaper, not feeling her up like she’d hoped in the dark recess of her brain. Chad stood and walked away to the mini refrigerator that Emma hadn’t noticed was also near the new cubby shelves. Emma blinked as he pulled out a baby bottle with water. He turned and met her stare, “Come over here to the couch, baby Emma. It’s baba time.” He said, eyes bouncing in humor at her stunned stare back. Emma shifted off of her seat, hesitantly walking over to the couch where Chad leaned back on the couch and held out his arms. Emma paused with a scrunched face as the pacifier dropped, “Do I have too?” Chad’s bouncing eyes switched to irritated, “Do you want to repeat that or do you want to be a good girl?” Emma blinked, realizing she would probably get a punishment if she poked any farther. Emma shook her head, “Sorry.” She shuffled closer and sat on his lap, moving onto Chad as he shifted, gathering her in his arms too easily. Emma didn’t have another second to think as the baby bottle’s nipple was firmly pressed into her lips and she opened her mouth, not feeling the water move. After an awkward moment of Emma realizing that she’d have to suckle the bottle, she shifted and suckled. At first, it wasn’t a great rhythm or pace and took a few minutes until she got the hang of it. Emma blinked, wondering if he gave her tap water because it tasted slightly metallic as she drank, but she couldn’t speak so it wasn’t like she could ask. She kept drinking obediently, not daring to stop. After a few moments of getting down one-fourth of the bottle, she tried pulling back but Chad held firm, “Drink it all, little Emma.” He said softly with an encouraging smile. It took every ounce of her to not roll her eyes as she kept suckling. The whole time she was staring at the bottle and her eyes met Chad’s finally. Emma’s green eyes shifted in his sudden affectionate look down. His brown eyes were a warm caramel. They were lovingly looking down, melting at his cute little baby’s lost look. The moment felt so intimate to Emma and not in a sexual way. Emma felt so coddled and loved as she suckled and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the change in his expression. “Good baby Emma. Drink it all.” He coaxed as Emma was almost done with the water, her stomach feeling full of all she drank. “Good girl.” He praised as he took the bottle away from her lips. His hand sliding to the diaper and patting, “And now that you have your diapers we won’t have anymore accidents, hm?” He said, his hand traveling up to her stomach and his fingers circling in a caress. Emma couldn’t hide her smile, shifting and nuzzling her head into her shoulder, feeling suddenly shy as he looked down to her. “Oh, is baby Emma hiding now from Daddy?” He asked softly in her ear, his hand going to her cheek and brushing it as he leaned in, kissing her hair, “You’ve been such a good baby this morning. I think that earned you some coloring time, how does that sound?” Emma pulled her head away to look up, not speaking as he shifted to sit up, “Let’s go back to your desk. Daddy has a meeting at 9AM that he wants you to be good for, hm?” Emma opened her mouth in confusion, she didn’t see a meeting on Chad’s calendar that morning, “Is it a-“ Chad plopped the pacifier in her mouth to stop her from talking. “Shhhhhhh, no need to fuss little baby.” Chad hushed her and suddenly stood as Emma almost dropped the pacifier in a gasp of his strength. He cradled her to the chair and set her down gently, “No more big girl work for the next hour.” He said, closing her laptop and moving her coloring books in front of her, “Can you color one page for Daddy while he’s in his meeting?” Chad asked, smiling down and ignoring her annoyed stare back. Emma just wanted to know if it was an in person meeting or Zoom, ugh! Emma had assumed it must have been Zoom considering the pacifier on her face and her diaper bulging between her legs. She wouldn’t put it past Chad to have a meeting with Sav or Derek though. The thought made her blush and she stopped those thoughts before she got too dizzy with humiliation. Emma blinked down to the kids coloring books, trying to stop fuming at Chad’s insufferable belittling comments. She had three options, one was Disney princesses, another was dinosaurs and her third option was a Lion King coloring book. Emma grabbed the Lion King coloring book and looking through it as Chad placed crayons in front of her, opening the seal of the 96 Crayola crayon pack as if she couldn’t do it herself. Emma was beginning to find that even the little actions Chad did was insulting to her adulthood as she frowned underneath her pacifier, suckling unintentionally from her irritation as he walked back over to his desk. Emma sighed softly as she bit the nipple of the pacifier and settled on a page with Timon, Pumba and Simbon trotting through a forest. Emma opened the crayons, the smell of them entrancing her into a littler state, feeling like she went back in time and was a kid again. The excitement and freedom of any color was at her fingertips as her eyes greedily bounced at the colors. She grabbed a few crayons and could see Chad’s head turn to her for a few moments before he went back to his email. Emma went to work as she began coloring the lush forest around the characters in hues of green, blue and purple. It was relaxing and calming as she shifted, moving one knee in front of her and her ankle under her so she could sit better to have a better coloring angle. Emma knew she was giving Chad a perfect view of her diaper and onesie crotch underneath her skirt, yet that part of her welcomed the attention. She saw his glance again out of the corner of her eyes and tried focusing on her coloring, feeling her face flush. After a moment or two, he went back to his work again. After a good half an hour, Emma was 2/3rds of the way done and had sat crisscrossed again. Her mind was so into coloring she almost forgot her impending doom of her bladder. She shifted a few times, her bladder creeping up faster than usual and she paused, feeling her bladder twinge as if all the water she drank was flooding her suddenly. Emma had never felt an urge to pee hit so suddenly. That was strange. Her eyes shifted at her coloring page, her eyes going up to Chad who was watching her silently for a moment with a knowing smile placed on his face. Emma shifted in confusion as Chad’s eyes bounced in humor, hearing a knock at the door as her head turned to the door. “Come in.” Chad announced as Emma dropped the pacifier in horror, seeing who walked in the room. ________________ Thanks everyone for your patience in this chapter coming out! I am trying to post one chapter at the least per week between recovering from a cold and writing in my spare time. Hoping you all are enjoying this as much as I am writing! This is definitely a 'slower' plot as I'm developing the characters and Emma's entrance into the ABDL world. It's fun to write at a slowed pace and soon some parts will pick up soon here. I wanted to float this story around the main DDLG dynamic but also aspects of mental health plus an underlying plot of the story that progresses. This is a plot that's interwoven and may seem like an ABDL trope office & baby situation... but is it? I guess we will find out. It's much more emotion heavy than I've ever written and I hope everyone is strapped in for the rollercoaster ride!

Hi everyone! Thanks for your patience on this chapter and comments about the characters. I had a family vacation these past weeks and then got sick afterwards. Still sick, but, alas, the story must go on! Here's a long chapter for the wait, I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it! 😊 Chapter 31: Catching Feelings Emma eventually fell asleep in her wet diaper pressing into her. During the night, she felt hot from the diapering plastic pants that she eventually pulled off her pants in a half-awake state. She quickly drifted back to sleep, waking well-rested to her alarm as she grumbled in the coldness between her legs. Who would have thought the warm diaper would become cold? Emma was not expecting that. Part of her half-asleep brain wished she had her daddy there during the night to ask for a change. The other part of her blushed that she even just thought that. Emma wanted to take a shower as she got up and then she groaned, forgetting for a moment that she was trapped in her diaper. She went to her closet, going through her clothing to find an outfit that could hide the diaper. Her tight pencil skirts were out of the question as she flipped through and found a looser, light beige linen flowy shorter dress that skimmed just above her knees that had a flutter sleeve with a v-neck cut. Emma frowned in the mirror, it wasn’t business casual, that was sure. Not to mention, it was childlike and giving insult to injury. Emma stared at her clothes and dresses, hoping for another dress that could cover her diaper shape better. She frowned, not finding anything that was a better material that wouldn’t easily conform to her rear end. She owned too many tight fitting dresses and that’s where she went wrong. Emma would have to do some shopping soon, that was sure. Emma looked at her phone time, knowing she’d need to leave soon. She put on a touch of makeup and grabbed her purse and a breakfast bar. Emma drove into work and got there at 6:30AM like Chad instructed. Emma walked to the elevator in the parking deck as she saw Chad walking over in front of her. She paused, waiting for him to go in hopefully without seeing her. She did not want to spend an elevator ride with him, she’d already had a chip on her shoulder about the parental control locks and was afraid of her own attitude. Emma felt her breathing stop as Chad stood at the elevator and turned his head as if to search for her, his eyes bouncing to find Emma looking adorable in her dress he’d not seen her wear before and knowing she had a wet diaper desperately needing to be changed underneath. Emma started walking as Chad’s expression looked charmingly to her, his usual intense gaze was gone. It was a rarity she saw him grace her with his warm presence, but maybe this was his alter ego Daddy side that was caring and affectionate when Emma was good. Emma wished she'd seen it more, but it was her brattiness that seemed to always bring out the intensity again. She was good at pressing his buttons and she knew this affectionate side wouldn't last long, but she'd savor the feeling for now. The elevator door opened and Chad held it open for her to step in first. She walked in timidly, blushing by his studying gaze, humor playing on his expression. As the doors closed, he moved near her, his chest infront of her face as she tilted her head up in confusion and his hand slipped under her dress, pulling up the dress skirt. Emma gasped in embarrassment of this happening in a semi-public area. Was this really happening in an elevator? Emma's brain couldn't think straight, it was too fuzzy from the early morning embarrassment. He smirked, his other hand checking the diaper with a squish of her very wet padding. “Someone needs a change of their wet little baby diapers, hm?” Chad asked. Emma nodded, “Yes... Daddy.” She said, saying his new name to her in hopes she’d have the opportunity of less punishments that day. Yesterday was exhausting and she didn’t think she’d make it through the week if it was like this everyday. Chad flashed a handsome smile as he dropped her dress, hearing the door ding to open. He nodded for her to go forward as he touched the small of her back, guiding her to his office. Before Emma knew it, she was laying down on the changing matt as Chad unlocked the diaper with his key, murmuring in thought, “I’m surprised you didn’t ask for your number 2 privilege last night.” Emma shrugged, “I didn’t need too.” “Nor did you try to escape wetting in your diapers. That was a good girl.” He praised her and she smiled timidly at hearing Chad was acknowledging her efforts in obedience. Chad wiped her up and reached into his satchel, grabbing a pullup, “For being so good, I’ll allow you to wear pull-ups the rest of today. I think you earned the privilege to go to the potty today.” The privilege. Emma's brain stirred in annoyance but she didn't dare to let it show of her face. A moment later Emma blinked in surprise, thinking she’d be in diapers the rest of the week, “Oh, okay.” She said, relieved. “Now, if you have an attitude with me or coworkers, you can expect today to be like yesterday. While I don’t have as much time to punish you accordingly, I’ll get someone else to if needed. I’m sure Derek and Sav would love to babysit.” He said, humor playing on his expression. Emma froze and nodded, “I’ll be good, I promise.” Chad nodded, eyes not believing her, “I’m not convinced but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” Emma nodded as he kneeled, opening the pullup for her to step into. Emma got up, resting her hands on Chad’s shoulder as he pulled the soft Goodnite over her hips. He grabbed powder and squeezed puffs in the front and back of the pullup. Chad’s fingers grazed the edge of the pull-up at her hips, tugging to adjust her. “All done.” He smiled down to her in her pullup underneath the dress. He broke out of his thoughts in saying, “You’ll be shadowing Derek the rest of the week. After today, if you’re good you can resume your underwear. As much as I’d like to keep you in diapers and give you the full baby treatment, I have a lot of work and project deadlines by Thursday afternoon.” He said with a sigh. If he could push the work off he would, but he had pressing deadlines that he couldn't get out of. As much as he wanted to oh-so-badly coddle and baby Emma the rest of the week, he'd have to wait until Friday. Chad went over to his satchel and pulled out an Apple iWatch box, handing it to her, “I want you to wear this every day. If you’re around me, I’ll probably have you remove it, but I want to know your location at all times. If you location isn’t trackable or you fail to wear it, I will consider the other form of tracking you.” Emma nodded and opened the box to a rose gold apple watch with a pastel pink and yellow lined threaded strap. It was cute, but she didn’t like the idea of being tracked. Did it matter though anyways? It seemed Emma had her phone under parental controls and she was sure Chad had her location through that. An added watch was fine. Chad picked up the already charged watch, “You’ll need to connect it to your device, then I’ll be able to get notifications when you travel.” He put the watch over her wrist gently, adjusting the strap snugly to her wrist. Chad went to his computer and logged in as he nodded to the seat, “Sit and connect. When Jessica comes in, you can start shadowing her more. I don’t think I can trust you fully with my email management anymore so I think your roles will transition to filling in at the front desk to help her with our phone line and also helping Charity on scheduling and her administrative tasks.” Emma nodded, shifting in the Goodnite and going to her iPhone to connect the new watch. After connecting her watch, she was allowed to go downstairs with Jessica. Jessica came in and looked to Emma in confusion of yesterday, “Can I ask you a question?” Emma smiled playfully, “I thought rule one was to not talk to you before clocking in.” Jessica grinned with a small laugh, “Yes, but, I want to know something, I heard some rumors.” Emma shifted: what rumors and she didn't know about the diapers already... right? Jessica paused, going to her computer to log in, “You’re real name is Emma? Not Gabby?” Emma bit back her sigh of relief that Jessica wasn't talking about other rumors regarding her new padded state Emma didn't ever want floating around the office. After a moment, Emma frowned, feeling a pang of guilt she lied to a new friend, “Yes, this is correct.” “So… why did you lie?” Jessica asked. Emma blinked, knowing she’d had a lot to tell to Jessica and deciding on the cliff notes version, “I-uhm… was the one who exposed Derek’s DM’s. I was a contracted cyberhacker agent hired by a person to infiltrate this company’s data. Adam, Derek, Sav and Chad were my targets and I obviously got caught. Ted found me and now I’m contractually obligated to work here for the next two years.” Emma said, waiting for Jessica to hate her, to give her a cold-shoulder or write Emma off completely. Jessica frowned, “That’s kind of impressive.” She tilted her head, pain flickering for a moment, “So, was me talking to you this whole time you faking a friendship?” Oof, that cut hard. Emma thought before speaking, “No, not at all. This was honestly the first assignment I found genuine connections. I want to be your real friend, whether you decide to trust me again or not, I understand and will stay away.” Jessica gave a serious look for a moment before saying, “If you didn’t fake our friendship, then I’ll give you another shot. I don’t have many friends but you were the one I was willing to hang out with outside of work. Consider your self special.” She said, ending it in a cold shoulder like she usually did, yet Emma knew that was just her way of showing her liking. “Thank you for giving me the chance. I promise not to fuck it up.” She said with a grin as her eyes sparkled in delight. She heard a sneer as Sav passed the front desk, “Language, Emma.” Emma connected with Sav’s smoldering almost black eyes locked on her before walking away. Emma felt herself twinge in nervousness, knowing Sav was her other designated babysitter that she did not want to experience anytime soon. Jessica raised her eyebrows to Emma in surprise at Sav cracking a quick whip of reprimand. The day drowned by and Emma kept checking her phone on her restroom breaks. She was awaiting Graham’s text, yet it never came. By the end of the day, she got an email from Chad who said she was allowed to go home and that her meeting would be over. He allowed her potty privileges and to remove the pull-up. Emma's eyes stared at the email, blushing that he actually typed that and those words in email. You are allowed to use the restroom and remove your pull-up when you get home. We will revisit taking away your privileges if necessary. The subtle threat of her priveleges in email made Emma's eyes roll. She blinked up to make sure no one was around, feeling paranoid of Chad's watchful eyes. Lucky for Emma, he was nowhere to be seen and she clocked out of work, going home and playing video games until her bedtime parental controls were enabled again. "Fucking Chad." She grumbled before falling asleep earlier than usual, thanks to Chad's new control. Whether Emma would admit to it or not, the child locks did force her to have better sleep hygiene and not sacrifice her sleep to complete more dragon puzzles past midnight. Emma decided in her subconscious state that she wouldn't admit it, like ever. The brat in her wouldn't allow that to happen, after all. The rest of the week, Chad was so busy she barely saw him. It was slightly a relief, yet it also made her miss his attention. Yes, she still stifled her frustrations every night with her new bedtime, loss of screentime and permissions, but he left her alone for the most part. As everything seemingly was going well at work, Emma couldn’t stop thinking of Graham and why he was ignoring her. She thought she’d here from him and it worried her that maybe he was being held somewhere… yet if he was, she knew she’d get a call to tell her. Graham and her were so damn close and she talked to him everyday. It scared to to think if something bad happened or, worse, Chad contacted him and told him to not contact Emma anymore. That stung if that was the case. Graham was the only thing that pulled her out of a suicide attempt. He was the only person who made her decide to keep going, even when she felt alone and that her parents gave up on her. Graham was her emergency contact, not even her mom or dad. Graham showed up that day she was in the ICU, crying and asking her to never do that again. To never feel alone because he’d always be there, no matter what. Emma teared up multiple times during the week as she kept checking her phone, waiting on him. She called every day, sent a text, yet nothing. The other part of her guessed maybe he’d disappeared, left to escape a prison sentence. Emma tried to strike a deal with Ted, yet she hadn’t heard any further talk about it. She didn’t blame him, yet she wished he had said something. She knew he would and didn’t get why she received zero communication and, worse, when she asked Deon and Kylie, they had the same lack of contact. He was her person since high school and it was at the back of her conscious every day that passed without his text or call. Whether or not he contacted, Emma didn’t have a choice nor a way of contacting him. She’d have to accept that she may never see her friend again. That was a hard pill to swallow, one that hurt her deeply. Friday came and Emma felt like things were becoming normal. While Emma was driving to work, Chad sent her another coffee run text for Starbucks. She was about to speak to text the ‘on it’ before another text came: Don’t forget to get yourself something, little one. She spoke the text to send, “Thank you. On it.” The small things Chad let Emma do were a nice surprise. Emma knew he didn't have to pay for her coffee for all she's done to him, yet he still did. She hated how much she respected Chad and how he'd shown acts of kindness, even when she knew she hadn't deserved it. She shrugged off the thoughts, trying to not think of the feelings that made her feel about him as she drove to Starbucks. Emma walked into work and delivered her coffees as usual to each executive. She started at Sav’s office who smiled playfully, “Did Chad give you your diaper yet?” A blush touched Emma's cheeks in shock of the words that so casually left Sav's mouth. Emma frowned, “No, I’ve been good this week.” “Hmm, that will probably be shortlived.” Sav said, logging into her laptop. Emma bit her tongue and left, delivering to Adam and then Derek who smiled widely, “Oh, baby Emma got us coffee huh? What a good girl!” He praised and Emma blushed at the verbal tease. Derek and Sav were not showing mercy - that seemed apparent to Emma that morning. Emma sighed, holding back her want to growl and smiling, “You’re welcome.” Then she left and knocked before entering Chad’s office, mouth opening as she saw the room with new furniture and a new light wooden desk to the left of Chad’s with a comfy shorter chair that was one of those ‘crisscross’ leg chairs with a light soft grey cushioned material and a fluffy light pink pillow on it. Her eyes scanned to the newly renovated sitting area. The clawfoot couch was gone, replaced by a large chaise light grey sofa and a fuzzy textured blanket draped over it. There was a white fluffy rug and the same coffee table. She looked to the center right wall that now had a light wooden shelving system with cubbies that seemed to be filled already. Emma blinked in astonishment at how overnight his office had changed completely. It was cozier and made her feel like it was something Chad purposefully did to more easily baby her and have her nearby more often. She didn’t know if she liked that idea or dreaded it yet. Emma walked slowly over as Chad’s eyes watched her, his eyes bouncing in humor at her reaction. Emma set his Pike Place roast black coffee on his desk, eyes glancing over to the light wood desk and seeing a gold brushed new MacBook air, a clear organizer. Her eyes narrowed on the new sets of crayons, markers, a few color books, and other writing utensils. She blushed at seeing that and her eyes darting back to Chad. “That’s your new desk. You’ll be in here more often, as you could gather.” His expression humored his plans for that day. Emma’s fingertips brushed the laptop that was already out in surprise of such a new device and him giving her a laptop, considering her new parental controls, “This is…” She tilted her head to him. “Your new laptop.” He said, standing and putting his hands in his pockets as he paused, “That doesn’t mean you get adult privileges on your laptop either.” Emma blinked, holding back her insufferable need to say something back that was smart but decided against it, “Thank you.” She said, setting her iced oat milk latte on the desk. Chad walked over a few steps, eyeing her with a smirk as she looked back at him, wondering why he was just staring. Chad said after a pause of silence, “Since you’ll be with me all day, I don’t want you having an accident on the new office furniture.” He murmured, eyeing her as if he truly didn’t believe she was capable of holding her bladder. Emma licked her lips to hide her frustration. She wasn’t expecting to be diapered, she knew she was being good the past few days and it was insulting that even if she was good, that didn’t save her from wearing padding. Great, just great.Emma thought to herself as she nodded. He flashed a handsome smile with a thought flitting across his face as if he had more up his sleeves he wasn’t saying as he nodded to the new chaise sofa, “Let’s get you changed.” He walked over to the new shelving system and slid out a cubby, grabbing a few supplies. Emma walked over, holding her arms and thinking to herself that she hadn’t drank enough coffee yet to put up with Chad’s antics. She was still tired and slightly grumpy as she stood near the couch, sliding off her wedge booty shoes as he walked over and unfolded the changing mat. He set down some supplies on the coffee table and placed the couch pillow where her head would lay. He patted the long part of the couch as his eyes were still dancing in a humor and Emma didn’t like the look he was giving her. It was slightly mischievous, and she didn’t get it. Emma ignored the look and decided not to tempt her fate and ask. Luckily Emma didn’t wear the tight fitting dress she was about to that day and opted for a skirt and a blouse. Emma's eyes drifted to the coffee table that had other clothes spread out, realizing soon after that her clothing choices that day didn't matter - it seemed Chad was going to give her a new outfit anyways. Emma could see a pink and brown pleated plaid skirt on the coffee table Chad had out. Emma’s eyes squinted to the other items on the coffee table as she laid down. Her eyes seeing who looked like a pastel pink shirt or bodysuit or, no, it couldn’t be… Emma blinked to Chad who had a knowing smile, his eyes playfully bouncing as his hands went to her skirt zipper and unzipped. His hands went to her hips, fingers hooking her underwear in the same grab of material, pulling off both in one tug. Emma blushed at how quickly her little parts were exposed and the cold air of the room. Chad folded her clothes and set them down, musing, “Those are too big of girl clothes, hm? I think Daddy will get you into more appropriate clothes for today.” His brown smoldering eyes met Emma’s one shifting in concern of being seen today. The skirt and light pink onesie that sat on the table. Thankfully Emma had a light grey cardigan for the cold office, but she couldn’t imagine walking around coworkers without getting stares on what she was wearing. Emma was nudged out of her thoughts as Chad slid the fluffed out and thick white plastic diaper underneath her. He grabbed the baby powder and generously coated her, pushing her legs above her head and doing the same on her bottom. He let her back down and pushed the soft, thick diaper between her legs, taping it on. Emma shifted, noting how much thicker the diaper was compared to the other ones she wore a few days prior. It made her brain swirl in humiliation and pleasure again, activating her greedy humiliation receptors in her brain that buzzed in a state of delight. Emma glanced down to the landing strip that had baby animals on it and blushed deeper. Emma had a feeling she was really getting the baby treatment that day, that seemed certain. Chad instructed, “Sit up for me.” He said, grabbing the light pink onesie and it unfolding as Emma blinked at it and the pocket area, ruffle white lace sleeves and ruffle lacey bottom. She wasn’t going to wear that, right? Emma shifted, feeling wet at that thought for some reason. Emma blinked and realized she was staring and unmoving as she sat up for him. “Good girl.” He praised, setting the onesie on the couch near her ankles and saying, “Arms up.” Emma hesitantly raised her arms, trying to remember the bra she put on in the dark. She honestly couldn’t remember as he pulled her blouse over her head. He long brunette and blonde hair cascaded down over her in waves and Chad smiled at how cute she looked in her diaper and light pink bra. Of course, he’d rather have her braless, but he didn’t want to push Emma too much to be completely naked in front of him yet. He had to remind himself that she hadn’t had many partners, if any, and she was new to being in front of a male stripped. He said, “Usually, I don’t like babies in bras, but I’ll let you wear it today since it’s our first day with you working with me all day.” He scrunched up the onesie to the head hole and pulled it over her head as she didn’t have a moment to ask about that comment. As he was gently guiding her arms into the sleeves, she asked, “But, uhm, does that mean I have to wear things like this every day I’m expecting to be in your office all day?” Her eyes shifting in confusion. Chad pushed her gently to lay back again as he pulled the bottom of the onesie toward her crotch and began snapping the onesie as he smiled at how cute she already looked, “It depends on how busy I am or your attitude. I’d expect at least once a week, Fridays are typically when my schedule is light enough that I can be more present.” He said, not directly answering her question but giving her something. Emma blinked, having a feeling most Fridays would probably be like this then. Emma was about to stand for the skirt but Chad reprimanded, “Did I tell you to stand?” “No, sorry.” Emma said, resting back down on the pillow quickly. He grabbed something Emma’s eyes hadn’t caught earlier. Her eyes went to lacy ankle socks that looked babyish. Emma couldn’t bite back her inner thoughts, “Chad, do I have to wear those too?” Emma instantly regretted what she said as Chad’s bouncing in delight eyes shifted to irritated with her, “What did you just call me?” Emma gulped, “Sorry, Daddy- I meant.” She said, realizing her error. Chad sighed, grabbing her foot firmly and sliding on her sock, “This is your one warning. If you call me by name when it’s only us together, I will punish you accordingly. Am I understood?” He asked, his fingers grazing Emma’s sock and sole of her foot that felt so intimate to Emma. She’d never been touched by another person so intimiately and caringly. The subtle caresses Chad was good at giving made her want to cuddle him again in that moment. Emma broke out of her thoughts with a nod, “Yes, Daddy.” She said, adding in the Daddy to hopefully get her in his good graces again. Chad went to the other foot and then stuck out his hand to help her up, “Good. Let’s get you into your skirt and then we’ll get you set up for the day at your new area.” Emma shifted, her legs pushed farther apart than the last diaper. How much did he expect her to wet this? Emma blushed at the thought of her not being changed all day. She’d expect nothing less from Chad at this point, that was sure. Chad helped her into her skirt that skimmed higher on her thighs than the past skirt he gave her. Emma’s hand drifted to the thankfully double lined skirt and the back of her skirt, checking to make sure her new ruffled and diapered bottom was covered. Emma blinked, the skirt only giving her a few inches of coverage. Emma was so out of it, she hadn’t seen Chad grab one more thing to complete her outfit. He clipped it on the pocket of her onesie and said, “Open, baby Emma.” Emma’s eyes darted to the adult sized pastel pink pacifier. “But, Daddy, do I have-“ She began and he pushed it past her lips to stop her fussing. He smiled as she blinked at him, a slight annoyance flickering in her eyes that he caught. Chad was watching her reaction to her new outfit greedily as her face was red and she looked lost a moment after he placed the pacifier in her mouth. He coaxed her back to the present moment and took her hand, “C’mon, it’s almost 7AM and we both need to get our days started. You’ll have a lot of coloring and toy time if you’re a good girl.” He murmured as Emma felt her body tingle at her embarrassment making her brain fuzzy. Emma felt so small, so little in that moment. She felt like a toddler as she walked, no, waddled with Chad to her new desk and he guided her into the chair that she sat down in, her thighs spreading to an uncomfortable point on the wider seat. Chad said, “I thought you’d like the chair, feel free to get comfortable. I heard this chair you can sit crisscrossed, maybe that’d be nicer for sitting in your diaper all day, hm?” Emma nodded, feeling so vulnerable in her new diapered state with a pacifier in her mouth. She unintentionally moved it in her mouth and suckled as she nodded. Chad’s eyes caught the movement and he smiled, eyes twinkling at how adorable she was. He broke out of his thoughts as he looked to her coffee, “Last thing I need to give you and I’ll leave to you to get acquainted with your new laptop and to get into the admin tasks Charity has lined up for your today.” Emma’s eyes narrowed in annoyance that Chad still wasn’t done with adding insult to injury for her. Chad went to a cubby and grabbed a sippy cup, bringing it over. She didn’t dare to roll her eyes as he unscrewed the sippy cup and poured her in her iced oat milk latte. He asked, curiously, “Are you lactose sensitive or intolerant?” His eyes scanned her order, taking mental notes. Emma removed the pacifier for a moment, “Lactose doesn’t like me.” He smirked at her comment before his eyes narrowed and grabbed the pacifier, plopping it back in her mouth, “You can talk with your paci. I expect you to have it in today unless you’re drinking something or I instruct you to. Understood?” Emma let go of her last threads of dignity she clung to and said behind the paci, “Yeth, Daddy.” She flushed in embarrassment of her voice, so small and timid behind the pacifier. He flashed a proud smile, “What a good baby Emma.” He praised, turning and going to clean up the couch area before going to his desk. Emma opened the computer as he did that, feeling the ever-present soft diaper pressing her and wedging her legs apart. As Emma sat for a few more moment, the discomfort of sitting straight grew and she decided to try out shifting to sitting criss-crossed like Chad said. It was incredibly comfortable and Emma relaxed as she looked to Chad for the password for her profile already created on the new laptop. She paused, seeing a ghost of a smile on his lips as he was just watching her for longer than Emma had noticed. The bulge of her diaper in her crisscrossed sitting was visible from little skirt coverage and he could see her leak guards peaking from the onesie. She was so unbelievably adorable and Chad feared he may not focus as much on his work today like he should be. Emma’s cuteness, asking for his attention and verbal teasing was distracting and work had only just begun. Chad made metal notes that hw would need to start prioritizing one day of the week that he would block his schedule going forward to enjoy his new baby, that was sure. Emma asked after a moment of silence between them, seeing his eyes glance to her crotch as she shifted, trying to pull down the skirt but failed to fully cover it, “Uhm, what’s the password to login?” Chad smirked, her crotch still visible, “Babyemma123. Thought that’d be easy to remember and a good daily reminder of what you are when you decide to have an attitude or act like a big girl, hm?” Emma blinked to her laptop, typing it in and ignoring the comment that made her feel heat from her face that spread to her diaper area, “Fank you, Daddy.” She said behind the paci, not daring to be a little brat. Emma kind of wanted his caring side today, even if he’d jab her continuously. She liked Chad’s closeness and enjoyed when he caressed her. If she was good, maybe she could get a cuddle session later. Chad smiled warmly, eyes still twinkling with a trace of awe of how darn cute she was and being the sweetest girl that morning. He unfortunately pulled him self back to starting work and logging in. Emma felt tired as she went to her sippy cup, grabbing one side and taking out her paci. She blushed at the Disney princesses wrapped around the cup and a light glitter pink lip with only 3 tiny holes. Emma grabbed the sippy cup with both hands, afraid one handle may make her make a mess and she didn’t want further embarrassment from Chad. Emma drank for longer than she’d like, the sippy cup was nothing like a straw that allowed her to consume half of her coffee within minutes like she enjoyed each morning. Instead, it took her a few minutes until she got a good half of the cup drank. She set it down, grabbing her water tumbler and taking a few sips before putting in her paci. Her eyes felt Chad’s stare as she darted to him. He had a smile placed on his face, his brown eyes melting to a caramel as he watched her. The stare made Emma blush again as she unintentionally moved the paci in her mouth, suckling it and looking to her work. Emma typically bit her lip or swallowed when she was nervous or felt embarrassed and she was finding out quickly that anytime she felt that, she was just suckling the pacifier like an actual baby. Emma didn't dare a glance up to Chad's humored gaze in that moment, knowing she was suckling and not wanting to accidentally roll her eyes if she looked up. Emma logged into her email in her little state she suddenly fell into. She felt herself tingling in embarrassment and feeling so babyish in front of Chad. To Emma's demise, the more she relaxed into the feeling, the more she liked it. It was a strange concept, really, and something about those thoughts made Emma feel things she had to meticulously dissect, because none of it made any fucking sense to her in that moment. As much as this whole contractual relationship was supposed to be a consequence, Emma was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new life she’d be living. Whether she’d be humiliated to losing her dignity and self-confidence in the process, she didn’t really care when it came to being Chad's baby. She wanted Chad’s affection, humiliation and his control. It was in that moment that Emma realized a part of herself in the moments with Chad. She must have been what he explained earlier that week: an adult baby. Emma gulped, realizing that and not fully accepting it yet, but Chad forced her into having to face her true self and dark desires eventually. Emma had a feeling she’d learn even more things about herself the more this relationship continued and that was exhilarating. It made Emma feel things she’d never felt and wanted so much more. This pure state of content she’d never felt before that scared the fucking shit out of Emma. Every time Emma had something that made her feel safe, secure or even remotely happy, it disappeared in a blink of an eye, after all. Emma reminded herself of two things in that moment: it wasn’t a real relationship, it was contractual, and that it was only 2 years. Chad could dispose of her just like everyone else in her life had… besides Graham. Emma would keep her guard up, yet she’d enjoy these moments when she could. Even if her heart broke and she’d be in a dark place following this, Emma decided to stay within the present. That’s all that mattered, really.

Thanks everyone for the feedback and comments! Your thoughts on the characters and scenes motivate me to keep with the writing. I've slowed down a bit due to a family vacation but plan to get back more into this story after. Enjoy this new chapter! Chapter 31: Child Lock Enabled Emma’s bedtime crept up quickly as Emma played Fall Guys on her gaming computer for an hour or so after dinner. She eventually changed out of her skirt, looked into her mirror at herself in a diaper. Emma bit her lip and blushed, feeling like she looked so cute and innocent with her face red and a large diaper between her legs. Emma walked closer to the mirror, her fingers grazing the top edge of the diaper that peaked out of the pink plastic pants that locked it in. She sighed, eyes tracing the tiny lock that insulted her quietly and kept the diaper snug against her. She went to her bed on the loft after getting dressed into her pink plaid pajama pottoms and a spaghetti strap light grey tank top. She got out her iPad to watch The Bachelor before going to sleep, a tradition she had and typically fell asleep watching reality shows. There was something about watching reality TV drama that made Emma fall asleep listening to gossip and fighting as her brain dozed off. Emma tapped on Hulu and found herself logged out. She sighed, knowing Chad probably did that on most of her accounts at this point. Emma logged into her account, clicking into her Hulu profile and scrolling down to resume the episode she was on. Emma kept scrolling, her eyes narrowing as she saw family friendly movies and kid shows. The thought flicked across her mind that Chad had something to do with the fact that her shows weren’t on the top of her dashboard. Emma swallowed, ignoring the thought and having hope as she went to her search bar and typed in The Bachelor. The show had a darkened screen and locked icon over it. “The fuck is this?” She said to herself in a scoff. She tapped on the show and it said: This content is suitable for 18 years or older only profiles. Check account for parental controls if you believe this message is a mistake. “It’s the fucking Bachelor, not porn.” Emma groaned, throwing her head back and laying on her bed. Her eyes went to the time, seeing it was already 9:20PM. Emma sighed and clicked on iCarly as background noise as she got out her phone and played her dragon game, working on puzzles to tire her brain that was wanting to ruminate over Chad’s dominance and control, even when he wasn’t there. As Emma was almost done with a high difficulty puzzle, her phone screen flashed to a dark blue screen with a lock icon saying: You’ve reached your time limit on Dragon Hatchery. In the blue words below the prompt she saw a tappable area that said: Ask For More Time. The prompt was mocking Emma as she cursed, “What. In. The. Fuck. Chad.” She grumbled and kicked her legs in a frustration. After she calmed down, Emma looked to her iPad and the same screen appeared in horizontal version. She threw her head back with a groan of annoyance and went to her iPhone’s home screen. She blinked with pure irritation at all of her applications showing a darkened screen. As she tapped them, they all had the same prompts. The only apps she could open were her text or phone. She was surprised she even had access to that at this point! Emma shifted as her diaper padding brushed her in an infuriatingly pleasurable way, almost reminding her in the moment that she was Chad’s baby. Emma sighed, knowing that her urgency to pee was increasing. She had made it to 9:30PM without wetting, yet she knew she’d have to pee before sleep. It was either that, or suffer through not sleeping and fighting her bladder. She took the latter and kneeled on her king sized bed for a few minutes, willing herself to pee. It took longer than she would like, but a steady stream came and she shifted in the fear of leaking. The only thought stifling her fears was Chad’s words earlier stating she could have multiple wettings. That made her blush at the thought of wetting anymore that night and coming into work like that. Emma eventually settled in her bed, shifting as the warm and wet padding pressed into her in a way that made her want to touch herself. Emma laid there, trying to ignore the naughty thoughts as the soft glow of the moon outside of her black lattice windows overlooking the woods. Luckily, she got an apartment loft that had a private view of the forest. Sure, her windows were open, yet she had the comfort of privacy in knowing no one could see her. Emma would usually turn on her roll down black out curtains from the ceiling, yet she decided to not that night. Without her usual shows to put her asleep, the moon’s glow made her feel calm and soothed her as her eyes felt heavy. Emma fell into a deep slumber, her mind drifting into the depths of her dark fantasies that had quickly turned to reality that day.

Chapter 30: Emma's New Privacy Dilemma Emma drove home lost in deep thought about everything that happened. Emma didn't know what Chad did with her phone that day and was itching to investigate but couldn't since she was driving. Another thought occurred to her as she drove, she shifted her eyes in realizing she never texted Graham an update on if she would stay or not. As she was stopped at a traffic light, she grabbed her phone and called him. The phone rang 5 times and he didn’t pick up. Emma gulped, afraid of the worst. Did Chad text him something? Emma frowned, wanting to look at her text messages as the light turned green. When she got to the next stop light, she finally looked at her texts. Emma said, “Huh.” She had one text that was on read receipt on her part at 11AM that morning. Graham texted: Emmie, are you okay? Haven’t heard back from you yet on your plans, I’m getting a bit worried. She didn’t see any more texts, it was strange. What was going on? She thought as she looked at her call history, not seeing any incoming or outgoing phone calls that day. She had no other texts on her phone out of the ordinary besides a marketing text over a 20% off deal at Kohl’s at 1:15PM that was unread. Emma sent a voice-message to Graham: "Hey Graham, I am okay, everything's fine." Emma paused, eyes squinting at the expressway as she passed underneath an overpass and thinking about how she was lying. In reality, everything in her life had changed in one day, "Are you okay? Please call or text me as soon as you get this, I'm a little worried for you and hope to hear back soon." Emma sent the voice-message, turning up her angsty pop-punk music on the way back home as her mind spun. Emma sighed as she began wondering what Chad had even done on her phone since he had it most of the day. Had he contacted Graham? Had he told him not to talk to her? That stung Emma if Chad did and that's be crossing a line for Emma. Graham was her lifeline, she couldn't imagine not having him in some compacity in her life. Then again, if the Jenkins Consulting Agency was caught, Graham may be in hiding and it was selfish of Emma to want Graham as exposed as Emma was. Emma comforted herself in the fact that maybe, just maybe, Graham wasn't using his phone and in a safe place to figure out what he'd do. Maybe he was off-grid for the moment and would contact her in a different way. She didn’t know and she was sure she’d find out eventually. Emma grabbed her purse and walked up the three story apartment building stairs to the second floor, feeling the crinkle of the diaper and praying she’d not pass any neighbors she recognized. Emma got up to her apartment without passing people and slipped inside quickly, depositing her purse and keys on the counter. She took her phone and went to the chaise light beige sofa, feeling overly exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. Emma put on a TV show as background noise as she picked up her phone, scrolling her apps to check them for Chad’s imprints and found nothing. She was surprised her apps weren’t touched nor deleted. Emma shrugged off her skepticism of Chad messing with her phone apps and eventually went to her dragon hatching game. After an hour of puzzles, she got underneath her fuzzy blanket and watched TV. Emma shifted, feeling the bulk of the diaper and the plastic pants hugging her waist. There was a comfort in it Emma liked. She liked more than she’d admit to Chad. It was arousing and exciting in the humiliation she felt in it. Not to mention, it was so damn soft and cozy. So cozy that Emma fell asleep after a few minutes of thinking about how much she was enjoying the diaper, drifting off into a much-needed nap. Emma woke up three hours later to something vibrating near her. She opened one eye and looked outside the window where the sun was setting in a pink cloudy hue against the forest beyond her windows. It took a few moments for Emma to register the thing vibrating was her phone that had fell between the sofa cushions while she was sleeping that she laid on. Emma quickly got up, her brain going to Graham and her calling him earlier. Emma went into such a deep nap that the memories of the long day she had came crashing back to her in a wave of humiliation as she picked up her phone from in between the cushions, eyes glassing over in embarrassment as she saw Daddy on the phone. Emma paused at the name he’d already put in and felt suddenly herself hot at the touch that he even had the audacity to do that. What if her friends or coworkers saw that? God, that’d be embarrassing. Emma was too late to pick up by the time she was about to swipe, seeing the call go away and feeling her heartrate skip a beat. She opened her phone app to call him back immediately as her eyes glanced at her call history. Chad had called 3 times. Oops. Emma must’ve been in a deep slumber, that was sure. Before Emma could tap his number to call him back, her phone’s face became black and he was calling again. Fucking controlling, eh? Emma thought to herself as she finally picked up. “Hi.” Emma said, a bit timidly. “Do you want to explain why you’ve ignored my text messages and calls until now, little girl?” Chad’s voice was rough on the other line, obviously aggravated. Text messages too? Well, fuck. Emma gulped, feeling her mouth dry, “I fell asleep when I got home. Just woke up on your third call, my phone was on vibrate and in between my sofa cushions.” She said, her hand pressing her cheek in nervousness that the response she had must've sounded made up to him. Chad went silent on the other line for a moment. Emma felt her heart quickening. She didn’t mean to do anything bad, yet here she was, accidentally pissing him off yet again. This was seemingly Emma’s new specialty. Forget hacking as her top skill, her new one was now getting under Chad’s skin unintentionally. “Are you lying to me?” He asked after the silence. Emma said quickly, “No, I’m not. I promise.” Would he believe her? She honestly didn’t know. It seemed like Chad didn’t have much trust in her anyways. Emma’s eyes shifted, thinking about a way to show him evidence, “I can send you a screenshot of my screen usage time. If that’s any proof. I was playing my dragon hatching game then I passed out.” Emma turned her audio on speaker mode and went to her settings before he even answered. She could hear his smile on the other line, “Hm.” He said, dragging it out as he sighed, “I’ll let it slip today but your bedtime tonight will be 9:30PM. No phone or TV past that time, am I understood?” Emma stopped trying to screenshot her screentime and frowned. Emma got up and walked to her kitchen, grabbing a cup and going to the fridge to fill her water as she checked the time being 7PM, “In two hours?” Emma asked, watching the water fill and noting she didn’t plan on drinking much that night. Maybe one cup of water would be the most she’d venture to drink. She only planned on wetting once that night, she couldn’t imagine twice. The saving grace was that she napped most of her evening away. “Mhm. No phone. No TV.” Chad said strictly. “Okay.” Emma said, knowing she’d still be on her phone later than 9:30PM but would be a good new baby to Chad and let him believe she’d stop at 9:30PM. Chad sighed and said, “I called because I need a few codes from you. Can you open your email for me?” Emma said, “Yea. Just give me a second to log into my computer.” She walked into her bedroom up the staircase loft and sat at her desk against the balcony that overlooked her rustic apartment lined with red brick that was decorated in plants. Emma sat with a silent squish and crinkle of her diaper, grimacing at the noise that she hoped wasn’t loud enough for Chad to hear. She turned on her gaming computer, waiting for it to hum awake and the rainbow light fan to swirl. Chad asked in the silence of waiting for her to log in, “Are you still dry, baby Emma?” Emma blinked as she felt her cheeks flush, “Yes.” She logged into the computer and pulled open her email. She could hear Chad’s disappointment, “Have you drank enough water?” Emma look to her glass, sighing as softly as she could, “Yes. I just had a few sips.” Chad smiled over the phone, “Good girl.” He praised. Emma gulped at the surprisingly delightful feeling that she was taken care of by him, even when he wasn’t physically there. “I’m logged in now.” Emma said, resting her chin on her propped up palm. “Okay, I have a few codes that should be popping up soon.” She heard him typing as she waited. The first code was from her Xfinity account, “670091.” She said, feeling a buzz of humiliation in relinquishing her internet account and all the things he’d have access to. She didn’t get why he needed her internet, her banking, nor her cellphone service, yet she gave him the codes that night without question. After a few codes were shared and Emma confirmed the ‘login detected at a new location’ emails, Chad was satisfied. “Okay, baby Emma, that’s all Daddy needed. I’ll let you go and, remember, your bedtime is at 9:30PM, hm?” Chad said, his voice firm and commanding. Emma shifted in response to his tone, “Yes.” “Yes what?” He asked, waiting patiently. Emma swallowed back her pride, “Yes, Daddy.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own, it was small and too cute for her liking. “Good girl.” She heard his smile over the line, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 6:30AM, have a good night.” “Good night.” She said as she hung up and went back downstairs, heating up a frozen Lean Cuisine in deep thought. Why did he need that all her logins to things there was no point in accessing? She didn’t understand and couldn’t figure it out, her eyes shifting in thought of what he’d even do with that. Emma’s brain trailed her past coworker Shelly who locked her son’s WIFI when he failed a test at school. No, he wouldn’t do that to her… would he? Fuckity fuck. Emma kicked herself, having the sudden clarity that Chad wasn’t logging into her account to only snoop or dig up things about Emma like she initially thought. He was logging in to control her everything. Her cellphone data. Her internet. Her banking. Her life as it was.

Ahh I'm so into this story that I subscribed because now I need more chapters and have no patience lol. Can't wait for the ABDL and other things to unravel! I personally am vibing with Serill... she seems like the most level-headed of the group and should be the leader. I'm casting my vote that she deserves to live through the Spire haha. Not like my vote matters but this reader can at least grasp at hope of Serril's fate. 😅 Hoping the Mistress likes her enough to keep her ~ maybe become the Mistresses eternal baby at best. Anywho, keep up the great work, love this!

Chapter 29: Reality Hath No Mercy “Shhhh, it’s going to be okay.” Chad murmured as her pet her hair and kissed the top of her head. Luckily he wore his black dress shirt that day because Emma’s tears quickly stained his shirt as she nuzzled into him. “Shhhh. Shhhh.” He cooed, petting her hair and pushing it behind her ear. The cooing didn’t help, it just made her cry harder as she whimpered and Chad became weary that she wasn’t crying because of him or the fact that she wet herself, it must have been something going on recently in her life that he must not had known about. After a few minutes, she’d calmed down and was just sniffling as he asked gently, “What’s wrong, baby Emma?” Emma wiped her eyes, knowing her eyes must have been large puff balls as they blinked to Chad, “Nothing.” She shook her head, resting her head on his chest as if it were second nature to her. She wasn’t sure what happened but she so easily cuddled into Chad since her cries. It was easy and made her feel better as his fingers caressed her thighs to her diapered bottom and then made their way up to her back. The light touches giving her a tingle of relaxation and made her want to stay there and not move. “That didn’t seem like nothing.” Chad said, he shifted her body to turn her over and face him a bit more, “Talk to me, Emma.” For the first time since she was spanked, Chad didn't use a pet name and that woke Emma up to how concerned he was. Did he actually care? Emma thought, eyes shifting and a bit weary of her feelings she already had for him. Emma blinked as Chad looked genuinely concerned and for once, there was no verbal jab, “I’m fine. I just had a moment. It’s been a long day.” Chad’s mouth fell in a line, eyes searching hers as he could tell it wasn’t just a long day. There was obviously something wrong and he was starting to feel frustrated that she wouldn’t talk. Chad had some text message searching on her phone to do to see what was going on. It seemed serious, like a family member in the hospital or a heartbreak. A pain singed through Chad’s chest at the realization he didn’t actually know her. Maybe she had a second phone or maybe she was dating someone. She was an incredibly smart girl after all and that part of him that had been hurt in the past shadowed his features. He swallowed the metal in his mouth as his eyes kept studying her as she looked distant. Chad asked, “Emma, are you hiding anything from me?” Emma shifted, tilting her head as she now studied his face in confusion to his suddenly cold stare, “Not that I know of. You have my phone.” “Do you have a second phone though? Or people in your life I should know about?” There was a thick coating of irritation in his voice. Emma blinked in a singe of pain at his shift from affectionate to this, feeling untrusted suddenly by Chad, “No- that’s my only phone. I don’t have many people in my life besides my friends. I’m sure you’ve already looked at my phone.” Chad’s flash of pain went away, relief flooding his system, “Who are your friends and family in your phone? I want you to tell me everyone so there are no surprises.” There was a hint of jealousy and Emma was confused why he was prodding. She didn't understand why he cared or wanted to know. He had her only phone after all, was that not enough for him? Emma frowned, feeling like her moment of affection had ended. She just wanted to be coddled and be told she was a baby again, “Graham is my best friend from high school. Deon is a friend I met through Graham that I went on two dates with and realized I wasn’t lesbian.” She paused as his eyes flashed for a moment in surprise, realizing he didn’t actually know her, “Kylie is Deon’s girlfriend. They’ve been together around 3 years and it’s kind of a funny story how they met.” She smiled to herself a bit, surprised she was sharing all of this. That thing that broke inside her wanted to tell Chad things and be vulnerable, without holding back anymore. Chad tilted his head, a smirk placed on his face that she was letting him into her real life, “How did they meet?” His hand gliding down to her crotch, pushing her thighs apart again and resting there. The act alone making Emma’s brain a bit fuzzy. Emma’s eyes glanced down with a blush on her face, forgetting she was wearing a wet diaper for a moment, “Uhm.” Her brain buzzing with the humiliation high as she continued, “I was with Graham and Deon at the gay bar and got a bit drunk. We went to the dance floor and Kylie danced with me. Then she hit on me and asked for my number. I was feeling a little feisty because Deon was giving me a hard time about it and I, uhm-“ Her eyes darted away from Chad as humor played on his expression as he squished her diaper. Although she was slightly distracted, her face brightly lit up at the end of her story, “gave Kylie Deon’s number instead of mine. The rest was history.” Chad’s eyes flickered in a playful way as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “So you’re telling me you’re not just a brat to me and Derek, you are also that way to your friends?” He tilted his head with his eyebrows raised. Emma shifted as his hand on her diaper was mildly arousing and she was trying to ignore it, “Mhm. Sorry that you aren’t so special.” She said with a mischievous smile. He chuckled at her little cute face and her words, finding himself losing track of time as he looked at his watch. He sighed, “I have a meeting in 10 minutes. Maybe it’s time for a diaper change, hm?” He asked as her brightly lit face became suddenly shy and timid. She nodded as he sat up straight and moved her onto the couch. He grabbed the changing matt, wipes and a new diaper from the closet before going over to her. Emma awkwardly sat, feeling her diaper between her thighs swell. She blushed deeply, the thought alone of him changing her made her feel so small. “Stand up for a moment and I’ll set this on the couch.” He instructed and she did. He placed the changing matt on the couch and patted it, “Good girl, now lay down.” She nodded, laying back and staring at the black matte tiled ceiling, wishing to have an out of the body experience in which she could watch the moment and not be in it. The embarrassment ate her self-confidence to shreds as he smirked, seeing her change of state as she went quiet. He nudged her out of her thoughts as he ripped the tapes of the diaper, taking out wipes. Before he opened the diaper, he pushed the diaper over her crotch, the wet padding squishing into her in a teasing way, “My, my, such a wet baby girl. It’s good you now have your diapers so you won’t have any more accidents, hm?” He murmured and his words making her feel like a literal toddler by his tone, "Don’t worry, Daddy is going to get you clean." The verbal teasing swirled in her lower abdomen, making her have thoughts and feelings she knew shouldn't, yet she couldn't control them. She shifted as he opened the diaper and cool air invaded. He brushed the wipes gently across her skin as Emma suppressed her giggle, his gentle touches were hard to not react to as she squirmed slightly. To her frustration, she noticed he didn't even touch her petal area and, instead, he wiped carefully around the area. Emma was beginning to get the message that Chad did not see her sexually and that was a hard pill for Emma to swallow. Yet, she found it wholesome that he wasn't abusing his control and doing those things to her... because he could if he wanted too and she wouldn't have protested if he did. To be quite honest, Emma almost felt guilty for having the feelings she did but she couldn't stop them, no matter how hard she tried and how much he sent messages he wasn't interested in her in that way. That really fucking hurt Emma to think about. Like, a lot. He tapped under her legs and it broke her out of her thoughts as she raised them like earlier and then he wiped her bottom, folding the wipes in the diaper and rolling in out from under her. Emma stayed in the air this time, learning from earlier to not lower her legs without being told. Chad smiled at her obedience as he grabbed the new diaper, fluffing it and sliding it underneath her. He generously powdered her bottom and had her lower her legs, powdering and patting in. Emma dared a glance at Chad as he was smiling down to her and pushing the thick diaper front over her, pressing down as he taped her inside, “There, isn’t that better?” He asked, his fingers trailing her inner thighs and making sure the leak guards are out. The feeling making Emma stifle a giggle from the ticklish sensation. His eyes caught her almost giggle and he smirked, “Is someone a ticklish baby?” His eyes bounced playfully as he tickled her exposed stomach above the diaper. She yelped with a giggle, “No!” She squirmed and in a moment he lunged over her, pinning her hips down with one leg and pinning her wrists on the arm of the couch. He tickled her stomach again as she writhed underneath him and giggled, “Mhm, I’m sure you aren’t. Is this your ticklish spot or do you have a better one for Daddy to find?” He teased as she squirmed and giggled. “No-HAHA! Not ticklish anywhere.” She said, gasping for breath as he tickled her ribs. “Sure, I wonder how quick you’ll wet if I find it.” He said, eyes mischievously staring down at her. “I just got a new diaper, so not fair!” She said, wincing as his electric fingertips went to her armpit. He was chuckling as she squirmed more and kept protesting underneath him. Fortunately for her, he let go and checked her diaper, curious if she wet, “Hm, still dry. Impressive. I must not have found your ticklish spot yet.” He said to himself thoughtfully. Emma shifted and sat up as he extended his hand, “Thank you.” Chad looked again at his watch, “Mhm. If I had more time I’d find where you’re really ticklish but it looks like your saved by the bell.” He sighed, taking a baby wipe and wiping his hands free of powder. “Let’s get you into clothes and I’ll take you to Derek’s office, hm?” She nodded as he grabbed her skirt and kneeled, helping her into it and adjusting. Emma was walked to Derek’s office and she spent the rest of her time doodling on the notepad Chad gave her. Derek gave her another water bottle to finish and after two hours she felt the urge to pee again as it approached the end of the workday. Emma knew she’d have to pee before going or else, she’d be stuck in a diaper she’d wet twice or, if unlucky, more than that. Emma stood at the last half an hour in the day as Derek looked over to her in confusion, “Please, don’t look at me right now.” She put her hands on the desk, trying to close her eyes to pee. Derek smiled with a chuckle, “Ah, the baby is going to wet, hm?” Emma opened one eye and glared, “I’m ignoring you now.” She closed her eyes and tried steadying her breathing as Derek went back to his computer, deciding to be nice and give her the tiniest bit of privacy. After ten minutes of Emma trying, she spread her legs a little and finally started wetting the diaper. It was much easier standing, that was sure. She breathed in relief as she opened her eyes and finished filling the diaper. She shifted, the diaper flooding quickly that she feared it could leak. “Hm, I think someone may be wet.” Derek said teasingly as Emma sat back down, the wet diaper squelching between her legs as she sighed and ignored his comment. Derek turned his chair to her and raised her skirt, his hand touching the yellow crotch of the white diaper as she blushed deeply, “Mhm, I think baby Emma is in need of a change.” She blushed, feeling like a baby again as he smirked to her, his green eyes dancing in a humor and a glimmer of adoration as he looked at her. Emma shifted as he let her skirt down and he went back to his work, finishing a excel document and sending it to a client before the end of the day. Chad came over by 3:30PM, closing the door behind him, “How was she?” Derek grinned, “Surprisingly, a good girl. No attitude but I think someone needs a diaper change.” He said, typing out a final email before clocking out. Emma blinked, they both were too good at the verbal teasing and it made her tingle in the humiliation of it all. Chad nodded his head, eyes glancing to the notepad he gave her earlier that day and seeing a drawing. He walked over, his eyes blinking in awe of her talent. She drew a scenic forest with trees and a waterfall within it. “Menomonee Falls?” Chad asked, eyes curious. Emma licked her lips in surprise he knew a place she liked to hike, “Uhm, yeah.” “Thought it looked familiar. I’ve done that trail a few times now.” Emma blinked, hating the fact that her mind traveled to them hiking together. She had this strange suspicion she’d be hiking in a diaper if it ever happened though. His eyes studied the drawing for a moment longer in the details and beauty, “Let’s get you changed, baby Emma.” His hand stuck out and she grabbed it to get up. Emma was led out of the room to Chad’s office and he took the notepad from her, “Hopefully you completed the task I gave you earlier today and not just doodled all day.” He murmured, flipping to the first page and seeing all her accounts. He smiled in victory of her trust, her giving him access to her everything. It was all he wanted and reassuring to his feelings earlier that he didn't actually know her. Now he'd finally be able to investigate and learn more, her information at his disposal. “I put notes. The ones I have two-factor authenticator or my authentication apps on.” She said, eyes looking to the notepad. Chad smirked, setting down the notepad on his desk and nodding for Emma to lay on the couch that already had the changing mat on it, “I won’t need the authenticator app tonight.” He paused with a flicker of delight. Emma nodded and obediently laid down, her hands laying awkwardly over her upper abdomen as she was confused, “But, you need it for…” She tilted her head he kneeled and ripped the tapes of the diaper. Her eyes flashed, “You didn’t-” “I already switched your authenticator app to my phone.” Chad said, grabbing wipes and his eyes trailing up to her shocked ones. Emma nodded, “Okay.” Her brain was swirling at the idea of him being so infuriatingly controlling it made her tingle in the loss of control that left her in a state of excitement. Why did he keep doing that to her? Fuck! Emma thought, trying to not groan at herself in how desperate she must be for this man that anything he said or did made her excited. Or maybe she just liked the control and domination? It was still up for debate in Emma's mind at least. Chad wiped her and threw the diaper away, fluffing the new one and powdering her. He taped the new diaper snugly on her and then went to his closet, grabbing one last thing. He came over with something that confused Emma. It was a diaper shaped light plastic pink set of panties with a lock. What. In. The. Fuck? Her eyes shifted and he instructed, “Stand, baby Emma.” Emma hesitated for a moment but knew not to protest... it wasn't worth losing her 'grace period' on using the restroom for number 2. She nodded as she got up and he kneeled, helping her into the leg holes and bringing the plastic pants up and over her diaper. He adjusted the cable around the pants and took out a small key from his pocket, locking the diaper around her snugly but loose enough it wouldn't hurt. He pulled it as a quick test, “There. Now we can’t take it off without Daddy’s permission, hm?” He grabbed her skirt and helped her into it as she silently processed her fate that night, unable to even think straight. Emma swallowed, her face flushing and having no words. She just let him do it, so damn easily, and watched. She found her words after the reality set in, “But, uhm, what if I have to go number 2 tonight?” Her eyes flashed in legitimate fear. If he had the key, how would her 'grace period' thing he mentioned earlier even work? She was not mentally prepared for that experience, yet at least. She’d just gotten through wetting, messing was not on her immediate must-try list. Chad smirked at her eyes flashing in fear as he stood, “Hm. Well, if you do, you’ll text me for the code to the lockbox.” He put the key in what looked like an Airbnb door lockbox on his desk and closed it. The lockbox electronically locked and he handed it to her, “I’ll give you a code to open it. After your done, you’ll put the key back in and tell me. Then it will be locked with a new code for the rest of the night.” Emma blinked up, “What if I have to go twice?” Chad flashed a handsomely wicked smile, “Then you’ll have to deal with it.” Horror spread across her face at his words, as he continued, “You’re only allotted one potty break for your number 2, am I understood?” Emma said in a small voice, “Understood.” His eyes narrowed on her, seeing the wheels in her head turning of ways to escape the inevitable. She looked down but Chad’s fingertips went under her chin and raised her to look into his smoldering brown eyes. “Don’t get any ideas on trying to pee in the potty if you need to. Your diaper can hold multiple wettings, and the plastic pants adds one more layer of protection.” He said, strict and unwavering. Emma nodded, pursing her lips, “Understood.” His thumb brushed her red soft cheek, “Good girl.” He let go of her chin and turned to his desk, grabbing the notepad and going to the brown leather satchel on his chair, “You’re dismissed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 6:30AM. We’ll need a little more time to get you changed and fresh for the work day I’m sure.” He said, amusement playing on his expression as he held out her phone for her to take back. Emma felt frozen, still registering that she was literally trapped in the diaper, “Okay.” She met his gaze in a lost state as she grabbed her phone from him, “See you tomorrow morning then.” With that, she left the room and walked out of the office with a slight waddle she tried to correct, yet it wasn't an easy feat with fucking heels. Why do I even wear heels, Chad's fucking towering with or without them anyways! Emma thought to herself in annoyance, making it to the elevator with little to no people still left in the office, thankfully to Emma's remaining dignity from the long day she had. As she got into her car, Emma felt the diaper thickly between her legs that was a subtle reminder of her situation. She was dazed and tingling throughout her body from embarrassment and her new fate she’d stumbled into that day. The feeling of Chad's intense control. The emotions that unleashed that she hadn't felt in years. The humiliation high that buzzed through her all day. It was a lot and, to be quite honest, Emma was fucking exhausted. Emma stared at her steering wheel for a moment longer before backing out of her parking spot. The reality of her new life was sinking in as she looked at herself in the rearview mirror, seeing her bite back a smile and the dark part of her being thrumming in excitement for whatever came next that she'd discover being Chad's new little and baby.

Thanks for the thoughts here and happy you kept reading! There's a lot of mental health things at play in this story - not just humiliation and the main character being horny I promise lol. The main character hasn't dated much in the past, ignored her internal weird desires and has entered her 'sexual awakening' era in meeting our MMC. It may make sense later on but Emma hasn't really given much thought to these things besides investing in a few sex toys, haha. As far as the asexuality reference, I may fix the chapter where I noted asexuality - I think my interpretation of asexuality is incorrect. I was under the impression that meant not being attracted to others but the more I educate myself, it means not feeling sexual feelings so that is my mistake earlier on here. For that, I apologize in writing that as I can understand where confusion may lay. Also, I typically write smut + humiliation fantasy in my stories so I will just give a warning here for future chapters. I know that turns some people away from my stories and completely understand that. There are some heavy emotional pieces intertwined within everything upcoming but it rides the line between sexual tension and an emotional rollercoaster of a story. Hoping that helps if you decide to keep reading and thanks for the feedback, I appreciate the thoughts here!

I apologize as I know I'm behind already but I just read the first chapter and am admittedly hooked. I am not admittedly a D&D player but always wanted to be, just none of my friends would ever humor my ideas and I'm far too shy to find new people to learn and play with strangers. 😭 Anywho, contrary to another comment I saw, I actually quite appreciate your bolded names that lead to descriptions for people like myself who have to revert back to the descriptions because I'm not a D&D player and have attention problems. I have to reread things and character/story building so it's a struggle for me, haha. I think it helps a bunch and I am studying your descriptions to remember as I read but will probably go back to page one a few times here. Besides that, I think I haven't commented on your past stories as I felt like I'd be late to the game to commenting as I'm just a slow reader haha! Also, I tend to read 3 books and stories a week, rotating them so please forgive my last comments. I will try to catch up here today, tomorrow and this weekend when I have more time as I LOVE this! Also, side note, have you read Inferno by Dante? I read that in high school and one of my creative writing assignments was to write one circle of hell but in the scene of a high school. Your 7 sacrifices in this story make me have the hypothesis that the each sacrifices face a different 'hell' in the Spire for their sins, much like Dante's 9 circles of hell and will pay for their sins/character flaws that I've read... Just a thought that I could be totally off on and I'm excited to read as they go through the Spire! I love slow burn ABDL stories by the way - I write too many of them personally so I'm all here for it! Thanks for posting the new story and I will be eating my popcorn and holding my breath for these characters, best of luck to them! Even though this is a different style for you, any style you write I'm here for and I quite like this one. Love it so far and keep up the great work! 👏👏 👏

This is a numbering error. I double checked to make sure there wasn't a missing chapter and it's a numbering mistake. Thank you for the catch here again!🙏

Haha yes! We will see what fate comes next. It seems Emma F-ed with the wrong office staff. Sav hasn't been a prominent character yet but she will be inbound eventually and I fear for Emma's sake if Sav finds out, that is...🤔 Chapter 28: Shattered Pieces Emma sat in Chad’s office at his desk across from him, staring at the food he had just set in front of her. It was a kid’s Chipotle tray with two chicken tacos, a side of guacamole and white rice in the tray holes as he opened and set it in front of her. It was what she had ordered in the past which shocked her that he could even guess her order. “How did you know…” She trailed off as her brain answered her question as her eyes flicked to her phone, realizing he probably checked on her prior orders. She never ordered a kids meal though, usually either a burrito bowl or chicken tacos. That gave her a tiny shudder of disbelief, wondering what else he had went through in her phone while she was in Derek’s office. She blushed as he brought out an apple juice box, setting it in front of her and spiking the straw through the hole, “I checked your past orders on your phone.” He verbalized her thoughts as her green eyes blinked up to his stare down, “You like Chipotle a lot, don’t you? I’ve seen you there on breaks.” The action alone made her heart flutter. It was so considerate of him to get them lunch somewhere that she liked. For some reason, Emma didn’t expect any type of kindness or consideration for her since she signed the contract. She thought she’d be doing, eating and breathing things Chad liked without her opinion. Emma was beginning to catch on that Chad showed his affection through actions or, at worst, after a hard spanking, just like Derek had said. She was hoping she could see more of that side of him, yet she didn’t know if there was a dimension he could not be terribly dominant, verbally teasing and humiliating, basically asking for her to act out. Just because Emma liked the humiliation didn’t mean she was going to let him completely step all over her, after all. Emma nodded, breaking out of her deep thoughts as he sat down with his chicken burrito bowl in front of her, “Thank you.” She felt her bladder straining still as she sat, staring at her food and not seeing a fork, “Uhm... is there a second fork?” Her eyes searched the desk between them, as if maybe it'd appear if she searched hard enough. Chad was chewing a piece of chicken and reading a new email on his screen as his face tilted to Emma’s, “Babies don’t use utensils.” He murmured, picking up some rice and lettuce with a flicker of amusement to his brown eyes as he eyed her. She felt a warmth in her chest that traveled down by his words and his look. It was truly unfortunate he was so handsome, even while eating. Emma blinked away the thoughts, reminding herself it’s only a contractual relationship. Emma bit her tongue with a frown. She should have saw that verbal jab coming. Emma looked down at her food, realizing that guacamole and rice would be hard to pick up with her hands. She was beginning to realize she had no choice. Emma could see Chad staring, waiting for her to be good or defy him again. Her brain went back to the thought of not having a diaper change and she couldn’t imagine sitting in a wet diaper for a whole day. There was just no way. She grabbed her taco and scooped her fingers into the guacamole and onto her taco. She licked her fingers, eyeing Chad unintentionally as he smirked, watching her silently like she was a TV show. Emma went to her taco and ate quietly, moving to her second taco and then staring at her rice for a moment before grabbing some with her fingers. Some rice fell on the side of her mouth that she licked up quickly, hoping Chad hadn't noticed. Little did she know, he was watching the whole thing with a smile placed on his face. Emma kept eating the rice, finding it the most challenging item on her tray to eat. When she was almost done, a few pieces of rice fell on her lap that she ate. She licked her fingers as Chad stood, walking over and crouching suddenly. She looked at him in confusion as he smiled and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin. His fingertips grabbed a piece of rice on her camisole as she blushed, “We’ll have to get you a bib before you ruin all of your clothes.” He murmured, looking at her camisole. Emma blinked and shifted uncomfortably, her bladder feeling like it was going to give out. Chad caught her look and he stood, throwing the napkin in the trash before coming back over. Emma gasped as in a quick motion, Chad leaned in and scooped Emma up in his strong arms. She felt her stomach flip with a tickle and almost peed herself in the action, yet her bladder held defiantly strong. “I think someone needs help going peepee in their diaper, hm?” He asked, his face inches away from Emma’s red one, staring in awe that he was holding her in a cradle so easily and walking to the couch. Her brain couldn’t think straight from her bladder pain to even register the verbal tease of peepee. He sat down and adjusted her in his arms so he had one arm free. One arm held her back up and to his chest, right underneath his neck. Emma blinked in her bladder-screaming-in-pain state, taking a whiff of his cologne that made her nuzzle her nose for a moment into him involuntarily, taking in his scent that was addictive. He felt his chest rumble and heard him chuckle at how cute she was. Chad, yet again, was caught by surprise on how little Emma really was so naturally. Emma looked up in surprise of his flash of a handsome smile, her lips parting as he was looking down and their faces were so close. The closest they’d ever been. Emma felt her breathing hitch, staring up as she watched his eyes sweep down to her lips and then back to her eyes. Emma wasn’t going to make the first move, she knew that was volatile to kiss someone she was now in a contractual relationship with. Contractual relationship, it’s not real, Emma reminded herself. She gulped but frozen in the heat of the moment as Chad’s eyes blinked back something that she couldn’t read. His eyes switched quickly to a mischievous glimmer as she felt his hand trail under her skirt, pushing the material up. She internally cringed at the diapers rustle and crinkle against his fingertips. His fingertips were swirling gently for a moment around the crotch of her diaper as his eyes trailed down and his fingers softly caressed her inner thigh and diaper guards. The feeling of his hand giving so much attention to her lower half making her brain swirl in pleasure and a mix of humiliation from her padded state. Fuck, why does this keep happening? Emma thought, frustrated with herself. Emma shifted uncomfortably as she felt Chad’s hand pat the crotch of her diaper, “It doesn’t seem like your wet, maybe you could use some help?” Emma bit her lip, fidgeting in anticipation, “Uhm. How can you help? I’ve tried and I can’t.” Chad’s palm of his hand traveled above Emma’s bladder, pushing down firmly as she gasped in the pain and her bladder shuddering, “Just let go, baby girl. Be a little baby and relax.” He nuzzled into her ear, encouraging her. Emma groaned in surprise of him pressing more and more as the pressure increased, "That's not-" Emma felt her bladder give up in a spasm as her vision got blurry from the pain and humiliation. She felt her bladder squeeze in pain, releasing streams in hesitation. Then she kept squeezing and felt her bladder open its flood gates, saturating the diaper as Chad’s hand moved to the crotch of her diaper, slipping between her clenched together thighs and pushing them apart. Emma was in such shock that he somehow forced her into wetting and how her body just gave way that she couldn't think straight, her mind fuzzy in the humiliation of it all. The worst part was: the diaper felt nicer when wet and pressed against her. Ugh, stop it brain! Emma thought to herself, sighing internally. “Ah, ah. Daddy needs to check his baby’s diaper.” His nose was in her hair as he said softly in her ear. Emma was still wetting as she brushed a few tears from her eyes in the moment. Chad kissed her head as his hand squished her now saturated diaper, “What a good girl, soaking your diapers just like the little baby you are.” He squished her wet crotch again to remind her. His verbal teasing made her tremble with a cocktail of humiliation and pleasure tingling in every cell, no, atom of her body. She felt so small and little underneath him, feeling her diaper pressed against her and him reminding her with every squish and crinkle of the padding. His attention focused on her and her only in that moment. His fingers trailed up to lower abdomen and caressed circles where the top of her diaper and camisole met. The feeling was so unfamiliar and so damn nice. She felt like in such a trance of touch she could barely think straight as her eyes studied Chad’s watching ones, a smirk placed on his face as his eyes melted, seeing her look lost and so damn cute in her wet diaper. In that moment, Emma felt so coddled and babied, like she was the only thing that mattered to someone. She felt an unconditional feeling of safety, affection and love that was dancing in Chad’s eyes as she looked up to him in how suddenly raw state. Emma had never seen this side of Chad that was beyond affectionate and caring. She didn’t care nor needed to care about anything in being in his arms, and that feeling hit hard. Something inside her had broken in that moment. The pieces of her being breaking, shattering into tiny pieces. Something about his caring nature hit her like a semi truck, and she was roadkill. She had never felt so seen, so important, than that moment. It was shocking, the waves of unfamiliar emotions of feeling important to someone hit so fucking hard. She’d only felt it only a handful of times in her life. When her parents took her to the amusement park together when she was 5, the last time she’d see them together and happy. When her mom took her out for her 12th birthday, the last birthday her mom would be sober. When her dad visited her for her high school graduation and she gave her valedictorian speech, the last time she’d see him in the next 8 years. She blinked and tears fell down her face as Chad’s eyes shifted to concerned. His hand rested on her diaper, patting every now and then but the patting stopping as he brushed the tears, yet the waterfall began and Emma shifted, curling into Chad and grabbing his black dress shirt. She buried her face into his chest, whimpering in the pain of the things she kept so deep down that ripped out of her chest in cries. Those things she didn’t mean to unleash ever again, dark and depressing. Shattered glass cutting her bare feet. Her mom on the ground, unconscious. Scared, she was so scared as a child and those memories she blacked out. The feelings she numbed away for so long. Yet they came flooding back in that fleeting moment she buried into Chad, trembling like she did when she was younger. When things went cold and became dark. So very dark. Yet, this time when the memories came back she was safe. She was protected. She was going to be okay. Emma felt her cries softening and calming at those thoughts as she heard Chad coo, but Emma was in a far away place she couldn’t make out his words. She was safe. She was protected. She was going to be okay. Emma repeated in her head, until she could hear. Until she could come back to the present in Chad’s arms. Until she could shove those memories back away, where they belonged. Her mind scrambled to find the lock and chains to keep the chest of memories safely away, but she couldn't find the chain nor lock anymore. It was all gone and Emma was left helpless, so damn helpless that the only thing that made sense in that moment was being in Chad's arms. Feeling his caress. Hearing his words coo her. Breathing in his scent that made her calm. Shifting in his arms that gave her safety, warmth. Emma blinked up to his warm brown and concerned eyes, studying her in confusion as she suddenly found the lock and chain in that fleeting moment. They were right in front of her, but in someone else's hands. Chad now had the lock, the chains but the one thing Emma had was at least the key. Emma feared he would soon find that too. She never gave anyone that key, yet he was so damn close and that was fucking terrifying. But, alas, the chest was already open, what could a key do anyways?

Chapter 27: Derek's Revenge Emma stared at her notepad, tapping her pen and staring at the paper as Derek looked over to her, “You still haven’t drank your water.” Emma looked over to him, then back down to the notepad she hadn’t written anything on for a good fifteen minutes now. It was a war of attrition with Derek, she decided. Derek definitely gave more slack than Chad and she could probably ride out not drinking water until fifteen minutes before. Derek finished what he was typing and looked over to her again, staring, “Are you going to start drinking or do you want me to force you to drink it?” He asked, leaning back on his ergonomic chair ands shooting her a look. Emma opened her mouth and closed it, finally saying, “You wouldn’t.” She dared. Derek’s fingertips grazed his chin as the side of his mouth tugged for a smile, “You are a brat, aren’t you?” He said, chuckling in surprise at her attitude, “I will baby you if you want me too. Just because I don’t have a baby bottle yet doesn’t mean I won’t bring you into my lap and make you drink the whole bottle.” His eyes held a conviction to them that meant he was serious. Emma shifted, feeling the tingling of embarrassment. It was seeming that not just Chad could do that, ugh! He spoke after another silence, “Do you want me to tell Chad about your behavior while I was watching you?” That made Emma a move, grabbing the water and taking a few sips. She set the water down, a quarter drank, “Is that okay for now?” She asked, looking innocently to him. Derek’s mouth fell in a line, eyes contemplating asserting dominance or being nice. He decided to set the tone, lunging to her, “Come here, little one.” He said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to stand, quickly going under her knees and picking her up in his strong arms. Emma gasped at the sudden movement, surprised by his strength. He sat down as Emma tugged her skirt up to expose the diaper but he swatted her hand, “Ah, ah. Bad girl.” He scolded as he sat in the chair and her knees laid on the armrest that freed up one arm of his to push up her skirt that had fallen briefly back down. “This is so not fair.” She said, holding her arms awkwardly as he smiled down, his eyes drifting her diaper in display and taking in the sight. She was so cute and his light green eyes melted a bit. While he hadn’t tried diaper play or anything in the daddy dom and little girl area, he always wanted to but was too scared to venture out considering he'd never tried it before and was inexperienced. He now understood the dominance and power high Chad had felt a few times with him in having a little in a diaper. Derek had played with the little girl aspect a bit and enjoyed it; he’d just never branched out to this level of humiliation. It was enjoyable to hold her so close and he was happy Chad allowed him to toy with his new little. Derek would admit that he was surprised Chad allowed it, but he wouldn't complain. Derek was enjoying this already more than he anticipated. “Oh really now? Was it fair when you hacked my Instagram?” He asked, his fingertips brushing the skirt up higher and circling her stomach with his thumb in a teasing way. Emma shifted in his arms at the sudden feeling of his caress that made her feel so coddled in his arms that her mind became a bit fuzzy in the delightful feeling of his touch. It wasn't sexual nor arousing, just relaxing and made her want to cuddle into him more. She tried overcoming the feeling as her eyes narrowing to his hand that rested on her abdomen, “No, I guess not.” Derek reached for the water, unscrewing the cap with one hand and tipping the bottle into her lips, “Open, little baby Emma.” She didn’t have time to protest as the bottles opening went into her mouth and the cool water spilled down her tongue to the back of her throat. Derek was nice in slowing down the flow of water a few moments later, letting it trickle slower until she finished it all. His kind green eyes bounced watching her drink, reminding him of an actual baby. He now was starting to understand how Chad found this roleplay addictive. There was a cuddling and affectionate feeling to it that made it more close than just his past only-sex play dates with submissives and littles. This was a type of play that could be platonic and giving him a warm feeling looking down to her as she trusted him to hold her, give her water. It was an endearing feeling he enjoyed as he watched her finish the water like a good little girl. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He teased, fingertips pulling up her skirt more and touching the diaper’s front. It was soft and fun to play with as he sat there, eyeing her as she looked pouty. “Yes.” She said with a slight pout. “Mhm, I’m sure.” He sighed at her attitude still with him, seeing now why Chad was much stricter with littles, “You should get back to your homework your Daddy assigned you. I’d hate for you to get a punishment for not doing it.” The way he said hate didn't convince her that he'd actually hate her being punished. He helped her out of his lap, breaking out of the moment he didn't particularly want to stop. Emma straightened down her skirt, sitting down and feeling an urgency start in her bladder. She hadn’t peed since she left the house that morning so it’d already been 3 going on 4 hours. It was bound to happen, there wasn’t anything she could do to prevent it. Derek seemed to be in his revenge era and making sure she’d pee multiple times that day, that was sure. Emma bit her lip, staring at the notepad in deep thought, “Why do you think he needs my banking accounts?” Derek was already typing an email when he smirked, turning his head towards her, “Because he’s a different level of control freak.” Emma tapped her pen, “Do you think he would freeze my accounts or something?” Derek shrugged, “He’d probably give you an allowance. Maybe you should ask him.” Emma groaned, “An allowance? For my own money?” Derek stared at her for a moment, “Would you have that money if not for your cybercriminal career?” “Well it's not all..." She tilted her head, thinking of how she invested the money in stocks and to build her affiliate business further since highschool and frowned, "Fair point.” She went silent and began to write. She knew there was no point in fighting it. Chad would put her through punishments and Emma was already spent for the day. An hour and a half passed, and she had written pretty much all the websites, logins and passwords she knew of. She even wrote notes if she couldn’t remember a username or if it probably had two-factor authentication. Derek looked to her water and then Emma with a sigh, “Drink your second bottle, Emma.” Emma shifted, knowing she already had a full bladder and it would start to hurt after drinking the second water bottle. She sighed, grabbing the water and taking small sips. Derek got out his phone and sent a text to Chad. Emma watched him swipe away the message in the corner of her eye as she threw back another chug of water. She paused, “You really should get a privacy screen.” She murmured, taking another sip and eyeing him. “And why’s that?” He asked, shooting her a look. “You just texted Chad, didn’t you?” She asked. “I did. Did you see what I wrote?” He asked, humor playing at his expression. Emma shifted, the diaper crinkling underneath her as she was becoming more uncomfortable, “To be honest, I didn’t.” Derek smiled mischievously, “Good.” He paused, “Maybe I’ll take a page from your cybercriminal book. Can’t have a little baby knowing big adult talk.” He jabbed with another verbal tease that made her feel flushed with embarrassment. Fuck, why was he so good at that? Emma frowned in frustration, looking back at her notepad. Thirty minutes passed as the time ticked closer to Chad coming back over. Derek was closing out work as Emma was drawing on the second page of the notepad in boredom. Emma shifted, feeling the diaper thick between her thighs and her bladder feeling close to its expiration. It hurt, to be quite honest, and she tried to let herself pee, yet nothing would budge. She rather pee near Derek where he was busy doing work than be in front of Chad and do it. She’d be teased for her dear life if she wet herself in front of Chad. She didn’t know how she’d survive that type of teasing. He’d been priming her for this moment and she knew it, dreaded it. But, that part of her that wanted the attention, the humiliation, swirled in her mind with desire at the thought. She shifted a few times in different sitting positions, hoping something would start the flow as Derek looked over, “What’s wrong, little one?” Emma muttered, “Don’t look at me right now.” She shifted, sitting on her ankle and trying to not make a face as nothing happened. She couldn’t pee herself, no matter how hard she tried. Derek smiled crookedly, his eyebrows raising as he could imagine why Emma was fidgeting so much now, “Mhm, and why shouldn’t I?” Emma sighed, resting her elbows on the desk and putting her hands on her temples as she closed her eyes, “Why do you and Chad ask so many questions all the time?” She had a slight edge to her voice, her bladder hurting and making her a bit more sassy than she’d like to admit. “She’s still having an attitude I take it?” Her eyes shot open in shock, seeing Chad at the door, watching her with a calm anger. He was so quiet, she hadn’t even heard the door open! What were the odds when she looked down he came in? Fuckity fuck, she thought to herself. Emma sat up straight, feeling her face hot, “Sorry.” She looked to Derek. The lack of genuineness was almost humorous to Chad and Derek as they exchanged a look. She only said it because she was in trouble and that’s what made them both smirk. Emma shifted in discomfort and feeling like she was being ganged up on. Chad closed the door behind him, crossing his arms and walking a few steps in, “Do you want a second punishment today? I thought you had a sufficient punishment that taught you a lesson but now I’m realizing I may need to consider something else for the rest of today.” He took a second step forward, staring down as she blinked up. “No thank you. I just-“ She started, thinking of the best way to say it without giving him room to tease her but not being able to come up with a reason, “I-my bladder hurts. I can’t pee in the diaper, I’ve tried and my abdomen is just hurting.” The word, the fucking word. It made her cringe to say aloud again. “So that’s why you were a brat and smart mouthed with Derek the past two hours?” Chad asked, eyes twinkling in knowing he had her in the palm of his hands to fall into admitting how she behaved while he was gone. He saw the text from Derek and knew what had happened. No matter how cute and innocent she looked as she stared up at him, he wasn’t so easily fooled. Emma blinked, eyes sliding to Derek who was still smirking, “You said you wouldn’t tell him!” She groaned, crossing her arms and leaning back in the chair. Derek and Chad exchanged a chuckle at how she looked like such a grumpy and pouty baby, crossing her arms and her face bright red in embarrassment. Derek shrugged after calming down, “I said I wouldn’t tell him if you drank the water without me having to force you to drink it.” Emma wanted to roll her eyes. She totally did drink the water like she was told with instructions that were left up for interpretation on how fast she should drink both waters and then Derek didn't give her a chance to drink it all. Totally unfair! Emma was going to protest as she opened her mouth but Chad cut her off, “And was it right after I left or some time after?” Chad looked at his watch, wondering how long it’d been. “She wouldn’t drink it for a good fifteen minutes after I told her too.” Derek replied. Emma sat between them in silence, shifting on her thick padding that crinkled ever-so-slightly enough to make her blush when they both looked back to her. Chad narrowed his eyes, deciding the punishment, “Maybe baby Emma just will have to stay in her diapers until tomorrow. We don't want any night-time accidents, hm?” Emma opened her mouth in shock, “What-” She stared for a moment as his eyes shifted to irritated with her tone and she realized too late she hit a nerve, “Sorry, I just mean, uhm, can I try to make it right? I’ll be good the rest of the day, I promise!” She was flushed and realized she was begging. Her bladder pressing on her as she shifted uncomfortably. “That’s not how it works, baby Emma.” He paused, eyeing her with blatant irritation, “You get punishments for being bad, not them retracted for being good. One more attitude today and I won’t give you a change after your lunch time wetting. Do I make myself clear?” He threatened in a low growl. Emma gulped, nodding and going silent, stunned by his words. A part of her knew she could just go home and take the diaper off if she wanted to, yet another part was suspicious Chad wouldn't make that easy. He built a multi-dollar company and she knew he was smart, too smart for her liking and the predicament she was in. Derek whistled near Emma in amazement of Chad’s tone with her, “Man, I’m not even the one in trouble but I felt that.” Chad smirked at Derek’s comment before going over to mute Emma and taking her wrist, pulling her up. “C’mon. Let’s get you lunch and have our break in my office.” He opened the door and guided her out, his hand grazing the small of her back. Emma trotted forward, her bladder twitching in the movements as she walked alongside Chad. Her mind was muddled with what Chad said moments ago and what that would entail. Would he really make her stay in a wet diaper all day? That was… a crazy idea. Wouldn’t she get a UTI? She was already concerned of a UTI from being in a diaper the rest of the day until tomorrow. She’d have to pee at some point that night. Let alone, she’d probably need to go number 2 but luckily she was in Chad’s grace period for that, whatever that entailed she was thankful. Her mind thought about that for a moment, terrified that the grace period meant that at some point she’d be forced to mess the diaper. Emma swallowed, feeling incredibly hot about that. She’d be mortified… Yet that dark twisty thing hummed again in the deep recesses of her being that she would enjoy that intensity of humiliation. More than she could reason or ever be able to put into words. That thought alone made Emma remember she still needed to schedule a therapy session, like tomorrow.