Unexpected Changes

"Well... now that that's done, let's try to do it right in the first place next time. You're lucky I was here to clean up after you and not let you completely fuck up this deal, Ryan."

A dismissive flick of a hand off the back of his office chair and the quick-paced sounds of high heels moving away on carpet make Ryan Leyland cringe in his seat and sag back in the admittedly comfy office chair as he spun away from his computer, pressed both hands onto his face, and stared blankly at the ceiling above his cubicle as his hands slid off his cheeks and covered his mouth. He spotted a couple pairs of eyes peeking up over the edge of the cubicle but paid them no mind and they quickly vanished.

I don't blame them for looking... shit that was a reaming.

The gossip was likely already running rampant as he lets his hands fall away from his chair and spins around again and leans heavily on his desk. On his computer monitor was a lengthy email chain with a foreign company that he'd been working with to establish a lucrative and exclusive contract so his company, Parks, Parks, & Wesley could represent this company should any issues arise when they broke ground on local soil for new housing developments. He was a low-level functionary and underwriter for a successful law firm and he'd worked hard to get here.

"But that doesn't mean she has to be such a raging bitch to me all the time... I only made the one slip-up... and I guess it was pretty problematic..."

He stands up and hears a few more chairs squeak and papers get hastily shuffled as coworkers try to appear like they hadn't just listened in on their boss, one of the law firm's named partners, Heather Parks, utterly pick Ryan apart for mislabeling some important documents and failed to account for a few local ordinances that could have caused problems for a foreign construction company if not properly addressed.

I... dammit I don't want to but I should go apologize. I didn't pass my interviews and stick it out for the first nine months of grueling grunt work to just let the boss be mad at me all the time... an apology is the least I can do. Show Heather I won't do it again. Or... won't do it intentionally.

Ryan moved slowly through the office as he straightened his black tie and smoothed out his white button up. He looked like the iconic American office worker as he passed by other cubicles, mail carts, loitering coworkers engaged in conversation... the law firm was bustling and took up an entire floor of a skyscraper in the heart of the city, so any which way he looked out of a window he could see more buildings just like this one. He meanders towards Heather's office with a growing knot in his stomach as he really did not want to go and make apologies like this now, but it was the right thing to do.

Ryan stops by the partner secretary and smiles at her. "Hi Lucy... is Heather in any meetings? Expecting anyone? I kinda-"

Lucy, the preppy-looking 20-year-old pre-law student and secretary to Heather and her fellow partners smiled at Ryan with a sympathetic look. "Got chewed out in front of the whole office at a volume that was probably uncalled for? Yeah, I heard." The two share a quick laugh before Lucy shakes her head. "No, she doesn't have anyone on her itinerary today... maybe that's why she was being bitchy, she didn't have anything else to do. She should be in her office... but I think I did see her walk off... but I wasn't paying too much attention. Maybe give her door a knock? See if she's there?"

Ryan drums his knuckles on Lucy's desk and nods appreciatively. "Thanks Lucy, I'll try her door. If you don't hear from me in twenty, call fire and rescue."

Ryan, himself a 24-year-old student at a local law school thought Lucy was quite cute as she snorts at his joke and wondered if she might ever be interested in a coffee. But right now is not the time... gotta eat crow first, make sure I don't lose my internship here. Hate it or not, the experience is too useful. And a recommendation from the firm would make me quite appealing anywhere else... if they didn't just hire me here. If Heather ever lets me off the hook on this...

Ryan makes his way down the open hallway towards Heather's office which was set in the corner of the apartment building's 19th floor. With an L-shape that follow the contour of the corner, it was a sizeable office as deserving for the daughter of the firm's founder. The two sides facing the hallway were solid glass top to bottom and, curiously, they were currently covered by tall vertical blinds.

That's... odd. Well, not super odd. But usually she only does that when she's seeing a client... and she didn't have anyone scheduled today, I thought.

Ryan raises a hand and knocks on her glass door and waits for a few moments but hears nothing. He glances around and sees that nobody else was around and pokes his head into Heather's office to find it empty. He slips into the room and peeks around the edge of the L-shape where she had a small couch and chair for a sitting area but those were empty too. He steps forward towards her desk. "Heather?" He asks quietly, starting to get a bit weirded out and deciding that she must have left, as Lucy suggested she might have. "I'll come back, I guess." He mutters to himself as he slips back out of her office and heads towards the bathrooms, giving Lucy a wave and brief shrug to indicate he hadn't found Heather. She returns the shrug and resumes whatever it was she did when she wasn't organizing partner schedules or wrangling interns.

Ryan heads to the bathrooms. The building, or at least their office in particular, had mixed bathrooms that did not separate by gender. He pulls the door open and walks across the near-spotless tiled floors. The sizable bathroom had a long bank of stalls on the right and a lengthy mirror and countertop lined with sinks on the left. At the end of the clean bathroom was a small locker room and a couple of showers for employees' use. The lockers weren't for long-term storage but more for if one were taking a shower there or intended to use the building's athletic facility on the second floor. Sure, there were lockers down there too but it was nice to have your stuff on your own office floor. The stalls were a floor-to-ceiling style that offered absolute privacy. The design specifically covered up any slits or gaps in the stall doors to prevent peeking into a stall, which added to the privacy of a bathroom designed for use by men and women alike.

Ryan was about to pick out a stall when he thought he heard a noise from a stall but is dismisses it when he spots an unusual bag at the end of the bathroom counter. Raising an eyebrow and his curiosity getting way too much the better of him, he goes for the odd rectangular black bag with white trim. It looked like it had been forgotten here, and he really should have let it be, but after getting chewed out by Heather and not really wanting to go back to work he wanted any kind of distraction he could right now. He walks to the end of the counter and stops at the bag and starts to investigate it.

I think I've seen Heather with a bag like this once or twice...

The bag was mostly black with a couple bands of white material along the sides. Looking very closely, there were faint pink dots decorating the white side patches. The bag was fairly wide, maybe eight inches thick and twice as long and had stiff reinforcing stitching along the edges to help it maintain a rectangular shape. It had a shoulder strap, zipper-closed front and back pouches, and a flip-open flap on top. He starts to lift the flap as the growing sense he should not be snooping in the bag builds.

But what the hell is a bag like this doing here? What's in-

Ryan's thoughts stop as he opens the top flap and sees a spacious interior with organizers for a variety of different items. Most of the spots were empty right now, but one item was still here and as he reaches his hand in and pokes it. His surprised identification of it is confirmed as it crinkles.

"A... diaper? A... that's not like any baby diaper I've seen... or even adult ones at the grocery store... it's thick and soft... what... why?" Ryan turns his head around as he hears a sudden clatter from one of the stalls and a stifled squeak of a voice. Ryan feels frozen in space as he puts two and two together. He stares at the only stall door with an "In use" indicator on its door lock and glances back at the bag. A bag I've maybe seen with Heather, no Heather in her office, Lucy might have seen Heather walk out of her office and going past her desk means going in the direction of the bathrooms...

"Heather? Is that you in there?" Ryan asks cautiously, his right hand still absently clutching the flap of the black bag as he stares at the bathroom stall door and suddenly hears a quiet hiss. But not like the hiss of a hot kettle or even the quiet hiss and subsequent trickling of someone urinating, as was often heard in a bathroom, it was a muffled hiss that grew more clear until there was a wet splashing sound and a few feeble whimpers before a very shy, very familiar, very un-familiarly shy voice responds to Ryan's query.

"Y-yes... it... I'm... I'm in here..."

Ryan feels his breath catch as Heather's usually-stern and commanding voice was reduced to a stutter and anxiously-pitched tone. She sounded beyond nervous and shockingly shy. He'd never heard her like that. He realizes he was clutching what must be her bag all the harder.

"Are... you okay in there? I... think this is your bag out here... right? I didn't think you... do you have kids?"

Ryan is forced to wait what feels like minutes for Heather's reply as he tries to find an explanation for what he'd just experienced; finding her bag, the diaper inside of it, the obvious sound of someone peeing but not into the toilet...

"N-no... I don't... h-have kids... m-might I... can you do me a favor, R-R-Ryan?" Heather's voice can barely keep from cracking as it sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Ryan hears a slight creak of a toilet seat, a bare foot plap onto the tile floor, and the lock on the door clack as Heather unlatched it. "C-can you... bring me that bag... please? I... think I fo-forgot it in my haste... t-to... get i-in here... p-please... I really need it now..."

Ryan is stood frozen again as he grips her bag a little tighter and lifts it from the counter. He moves with an incredible stiffness as he walks towards the unlocked stall door and gives it a light push. The scene behind it left no doubt to his deductions.

In the large stall and nervously fidgeting as she stood just in front of the toilet was Heather Parks, daughter of the law firm's founder and Ryan's boss. The 44 year-old-woman with silky black hair and maybe a stray gray one here or there that always had a stern expression, the detail-oriented woman who kept reading glasses in the breast pocket of a suit that easily cost more than he dared fathom and the skirt of which she filled out nicely with wide hips and plush bottom. A woman for whom the office gossip was rampant and always respectfully admiring, but consistently bordered on lustful. She had never indicated any ire towards the rumors of her strings of lovers, of her half-dozen ex-husbands, of her flings with men and women far younger than herself, the less-than-respectful labeling of her as a "cougar" and more.

And she was standing in front of Ryan in just her lacy black bra holding in her ample D-cup breasts and a large, thick, pink and white diaper with a sagging yellow bulge on the front of it with a colorful cartoonish image of a sad bear right where the padding bulged out from her urine stain. She had her arms crossed over her chest and one hand went down to ineffectively cover her diaper, her knees bowing in a bit and pressing together as she quivered under his gaze and could not look him in the eye.

"I... di-didn't think I'd need... another diaper so soon... b-b-but when you came in... a-and called my name out... I th-thought you'd caught me... and it startled me so badly... I couldn't control it... and I w-wet myself..." Heather stammers out her explanation, offering far more details than Ryan asked for. "I-I just... ne-need that... f-fresh diaper... and everything w-will be... okay."

Ryan's eyes tracked around the stall they shared. It was one of the two largest stalls, this one containing a fold-down changing table for parents to change the diapers of their children on but right now Heather's black skirt and matching suit jacket, a cream-colored top, charcoal black semi-sheer stockings, and matte black high heels were all neatly arranged on the table. Alongside her clothes were a pink bottle with a shaker top, a package of wet wipes with cartoony figures on it, and an actual pacifier, though it looked bigger than any child pacifier Ryan had ever seen in use by actual toddlers. His eyes slowly slide back to the bright-red-faced Heather as she squirms slightly, her diaper crinkling and squishing with each movement as her pee-soaked pad sags between her thighs.

This was the last thing Ryan had ever expected from his iron-handed boss. The 24-year-old makes a snap decision, one that likely meant an end to his career here, and reaches behind him to clack the lock on the stall door shut again.

"I did not think... that you were the type to need help like this, Heather." He says slowly, gauging her reaction as he moves to the changing table and sets her bag down. She doesn't respond positively or negatively, which he takes as an indication to press forward. "But it really does seem like you're having some trouble today... do you want me to help you get changed? I'm sure it's easier for someone else to do it..."

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Ryan's internal screaming is interrupted by Heather shyly clearing her throat and nodding. "Eh-khehm... I... I would like that... please..."

Ryan watches stunned as Heather's hands fall from her chest and reveal her ample bosom and the healthy amount of cleavage her expensive bra afforded him. Her hands were clenched at her thighs as he stood frozen looking at her and though she stared at the nearest wall and blushed redder than an apple she wasn't screaming for him to get out. On the contrary...

"Did you say please? Are you... actually asking me to help you put on a... new diaper? I've never..." Ryan asks cautiously as he picks through her changing supplies. From here, he could also see they were all stacked on some kind of padded mat. Heather nods meekly while only glancing at him briefly. She sucks in a breath as he picks up the wet wipes and lifts the corner flap of the mat. He catches her eye finally and sees she was going to have trouble speaking for a bit. "I'll take that as a yes... I'll need a bit of help figuring it out though." Ryan says as calmly as he can. He steals a quick glance at the privacy-conscious bathroom stall door and while nobody would see what was happening in here, it wouldn't be hard to hear what was happening.

This is crazy... but... "Where do I start?"

Heather shyly takes a step forward, bare feet on the tile as she points at the sort of crinkly blanket Ryan was holding. "T-the changing mat... lay it on the... floor."

Ryan has to suppress a slightly smug smile as he pulls the mat out from underneath the rest of her supplies and flaps it out. It was a soothing baby blue with cute animals printed all over it. "Adorable. But yeah, you're a bit big for a fold-down changing table, aren't you?" Heather has no response as he lays out the mat and smooths it out. As he presses down, he notices it felt like a thick blanket with a notable amount of padding and the top cover felt durable, maybe even water proof. Heather stands just shy of it as he finishes laying it out and seems to wait until Ryan glances at her. Seeing her hesitation, he gets a little curious. The man points at the center of the changing mat.

"Sit down... baby...?"

Heather flinches and takes a nervous step forward but he could tell something wasn't quite right. She does as she is told and moves to the middle of the changing mat before sitting down but only after she sits with her knees up, arms across her knees, and chest against her arms does she offer a rebuttal.

"I-I'm... not a b-baby... it's... n-not like that."

Ryan picks up the wet wipes, baby powder, the last diaper from her bag, and the pacifier which he tucks into his slacks pocket. He turns and raises an eyebrow at her as he moves around to her feet and sets the items down one by one and gets down on his knees at her feet. "I'm a bit confused, then. Care to... explain why you're wearing a diaper and have a pacifier if you're not a baby?" Ryan notices Heather flinching again at his insinuation but also quickly recalls how obedient she was, waiting for his permission to step onto the mat. He decides to push a bit. "And sit back a bit, let me see the... damage."

Heather blushes yet redder as she pulls her arms off her knees and sits upright, arms crossed over and under her chest and watches as Ryan carefully spreads her knees and looks directly at her pee-soaked crotch, the thick diaper doing a good job of absorbing a grown woman's entire bladder. "I-I-I'm not a baby... I'm a... it's... I'm a little..."

Ryan, a bit awestruck by the situation he found himself in, shakes himself back to awareness as she speaks up in that timid, tiny voice of hers. "A little what?" He asks as his hands absently slide down her shins and to her bare feet, resting there as she curls her toes under his palm-heels. She squeaked and whined quietly as he noticed the movement of her toes and intentionally rolled his hands back a bit to massage the tops of her feet.

Ryan had to restrain himself from either laughing at how adorable she sounded or laughing maniacally at how pathetic his bitch of a boss was right now. He had an incredible amount of power at his fingertips. Blackmail, coercion, a couple photos and I could do anything with her.

"No-no... a little. It's... it's a... ki-ki-kink th-th-th-thing... like... d-dominant or... or submissive... a-and stuff... ev-ever heard of it?"

Ryan pauses as she so timidly yet earnestly tries to explain a bit more of what she meant. His head turns slightly as she suddenly looks at him with such innocence. Like she was pleading that he knew what she was talking about. Or at the very least would be willing to learn. "I mean... I've seen stuff online. I had a couple friends back in law school who would play with sex toys and stuff... I think one of them mentioned dominance or something."

The diapered woman nods in a shaky, jittery way as he speaks and pipes up after he stops talking. "Y-yeah, something like... something like that. But... instead it's-eep!"

Ryan cuts her off by moving his right hand from her foot and pokes the wet part of her diaper, making her squeak in surprise. He had to resist any expression as the sensory feel of poking her wet, piss-soaked padding was unexpected. "Instead it's wearing diapers and asking your subordinate to change you... do I have that right... little Heather?"

That got a response from her. Heather shudders under his touch, her lungs pushing out a shaky exhale as her legs quickly shut around his arm, locking it in place and he feels each quiver in her thighs as a result. She can't even respond verbally and just nods.

The bathroom door suddenly swings open and both adults freeze. Heather looks at the locked bathroom stall and takes shallow, anxious breaths while Ryan stares at her. The two didn't say a word and barely moved but Ryan does shift his hand, sliding his finger up her padding and fanning out his fingers. He pushes his arm deeper between her legs and presses his whole palm against her warm groin and makes her suck in a sharp breath as they hear a set of heels click on the tile, enter a stall down the way, and someone peeing like a regular person; into the toilet.

The black-haired woman raised both hands to clamp over her own mouth as she squirmed against Ryan's rubbing hand and, in a moment of brief inspiration, Ryan stuffs his spare hand into his pocket and pulls out the pacifier he had tucked in there moments ago. The pink-shielded pacifier had a sizable rubber teat on the inside and had a plastic hinged loop on the outside, easily big enough for two fingers to slip through. He holds it up just long enough for Heather to see it, recognize it, and get her hands out of the way as he puts the silencer into her mouth. Ryan feels her thighs clamp even harder around his arm after putting it in and they sit in near-complete silence as they wait out whoever had come in here.

The other bathroom occupant flushes the toilet and goes to wash their hands, leaving without saying a word or making any indication that they knew Ryan and Heather were in here. Heather lets out a relieved exhale through her nose and Ryan matches it with a shuddering exhale through his mouth. He smiles at her as her thighs sag and fall open on their own and as the tension eases and Heather's muscular relaxation suddenly allows a bit more pee to escape. It trickles out against her sodden padding and adds to the warmth against his palm. Heather barely even seemed to notice and almost seemed euphoric as she actually tilts her head back and sighs into her pacifier.

"That was close." Ryan mumbles with a slightly playful tone as his left hand cups under Heather's right knee, bouncing her leg up and down an inch slowly. "And I guess it was good we waited... had a bit more in there... didn't you?"

Heather blushes again as she hooks a finger into the loop on the outside of her pacifier and pulls it free with a trail of saliva following the rubber teat out and drooping down to wet her chest between her cleavage though she doesn't seem to notice. "I-I'm sorry... I just get... so nervous when I think about people... my employees... finding out about..."

Ryan finds himself smiling sympathetically as he absently pulls his right hand off her diaper and runs one finger between her breasts to collect her trail of saliva. She doesn't recoil and in fact opens her mouth as he holds up his spit-stained finger for her to clean off. "I can imagine it would... cause problems if everyone in the office knew. I doubt they'd understand." He says as she almost starts to push her head forward but just restrains herself to licking his finger clean and letting him pull it free as she opens her mouth to show she was done.

The older woman was panting heavily, clearly aroused as her body was stiff and jittery and her cheeks flushed bright red. She nods meekly as she bites her lip and Ryan lets both hands drift to her diaper, running one hand along the frilled leg guard at her right leg and the other over the ruffled hem at the top of the diaper's front flap. "It... would not go well. I'm... I ca-can't... I'm so sorry for asking you to help me... I didn't... I couldn't think of... anything else. I... hoped you might understand and... be able to... help."

Ryan has to fight back a scowl. This bitch of a woman who made him feel like a loser at every turn was this weak and needy behind closed doors? "And why would I keep this a secret? Why would I help you at all? You're always so harsh with me..."

He watches her flinch again as his hands tighten around her diaper, gripping the hems of the soaked padding as a bit of anger swells through him. Her response, so impossibly quiet and timid, stops him in his tracks. "Because... you're a good man." The two catch each others' eyes for a moment and Heather continues. "I'm... strict... with you... b-because I want... you to... excel. Y-you do... better th-than most of... the full e-employees... a-and it's only b-because... you might choose... so-somewhere else to make your career... make your career that I haven't offered you a... proper job here."

I'm such an asshole.

Ryan slides both hands to the face of her diaper and where the four tapes holding the flaps together converged. He meets her eyes as anger and irritation, as the shame of being dressed-down by this woman twenty-odd minutes ago, as lingering annoyances and frustrations all melt away and he gives her a slightly cheeky response. "Might be kind of difficult to be your subordinate now, you know."

Heather lets out a shuddering giggle and shakes her head as she looks at him directly, eyes flicking just a little bit to indicate she was looking everywhere on his face, unsure where to look exclusively. "I wouldn't mind... too... too much. A-as long as you can keep my secret."

The younger man smiles, genuinely smiles, as he takes the top two tapes in hand and nods. "Keep our secret."