The Assistant's Discovery

Lisa was having a bad day. Her boss, a rising young executive in a real estate firm, was stressing out over a new deal, and he was taking it out on her. She was unlucky enough to be assistant to a chauvinistic prick. Chad had never done anything overtly sexist that she could report him for, but he was demanding and short-tempered, often getting rude and downright mean to her when things weren't going well for him. On good days, he was simply cold and impersonal.

Today was as personal as he got, barking orders at her and snapping at her about the report he'd asked for two hours ago, a report that she remembered him saying wasn't urgent. She pushed everything else aside, focusing entirely on the report and quickly wrapping it up. Luckily, she'd already done most of it, so it didn't take her very long to finish it. Chad had walked out on an errand about twenty minutes ago, and, wanting to avoid him as much as possible at the moment, she hurried it into his office and put it on his desk. As she set the folder down, she accidentally hit a key on his desktop, causing the monitor to switch from a client's file to a different window that immediately caught her attention.

Lisa couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was a picture of a man in a three-piece business suit standing over a young woman on her knees wearing nothing but a thick disposable diaper. It was clearly a domination fetish scene, and she was amazed that Chad had been dumb enough to leave it on his screen. Knowing he could be back at any moment, she quickly took a picture with her phone, switched the windows back, and left his office just before he walked around the corner, saying impatiently, "Where are you on that report?"

"It's on your desk now," she replied.

His answer was clipped and monotone. "Good."

He breezed past her into his office, closing the door behind him, and Lisa grinned wickedly.

Chad left at his usual time that afternoon, and Lisa told him she was staying late to get caught up on some things. He said good night without looking over his shoulder and left. As soon as the door was closed, she got busy with her real work: research. His office was locked, but she had a key. His computer wasn't quite as easy, but she'd already figured out his password a while back, believing it would come in handy some day. This was that day. She clicked around his browser history, finding more pictures like the one she'd seen earlier. She even found a website he'd forgotten to log off of and read a conversation he'd had with another user. She took pictures of everything.

It took her a little more than a week to gather everything she needed for her plan. When everything was ready, she marched into his office carrying a large bag full of supplies first thing in the morning. She closed and locked the door behind her.

Chad looked up from his desk. "Lisa? What the fuck are you doing?"

Smiling, she set her bag down and took out her phone. "I want to show you what I found."

"What you found?" he asked, too confused to be angry.

She pulled up the pictures and turned the phone so he could see. "You should be more careful about what you leave on your work computer," she said with a grin. His eyes widened in alarm. He started to speak, but she cut him off. "These are all backed up in an online account, of course, so deleting them from my phone wouldn't do you any good. In fact, that would guarantee that they get shared with Mr. Shepperton," she said, referring to Chad's boss.

He swallowed hard enough for her to see it. "Okay. How much?"

Lisa snorted. "If only it were that simple, Chad. This is a really big deal. The company's rising star, their new golden boy doing twisted, perverted shit like this on company time and company property? That's career-ending information. It's gonna take more than money to keep it quiet."

He sighed heavily. "What's it going to take then?"

"You'll have to do exactly what I tell you when I tell you, no arguments or hesitation. You will fully accept my total control over you."

He swallowed again, looking very angry. But what could he do? "All right. I'll do it."

She smiled broadly. "There's a good boy! Now, lay down on your desk, and let's get your diaper on you."

"My diaper?!" Surprised that she wanted to diaper him, he emphasized "my."

"That's right, Chaddy. You want to dominate women? Think we're nothing more than toys, baby dolls for you to play with and control? Not this one, sweetie! Now, you're going to see what it's like on the receiving end of your fucked-up fantasy! Now, do as Mommy says and lay down on your desk! No arguments or hesitation, remember?"

He brushed some things aside on his desk and laid on his back. She unzipped her bag and pulled out a Little Dreamers diaper, baby blue with teddy bears, clouds, and stars on it. Lisa reached down and unfastened Chad's belt, beginning to undress him. As she pulled his pants down, she saw the bottom of his finely-toned abs, suggesting the well-muscled body she couldn't help but notice whenever he wasn't wearing his jacket. His dick was impressive too, long and thick.

She paused a moment to consider the circumcised member. "You won't have much use for this now, so we'd better get it under control." Reaching in to her bag again, she pulled out a cock lock and quickly secured it on his dick as he winced in discomfort. Next, she had him raise his ass while she slid the diaper under him, and then she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. She took a glycerin suppository, dipped it in Vaseline, and popped it into his asshole. "The only way you'll be giving me any shit from now on is in the seat of your diaper, so we may as well get this part over with!" She pulled the gloves back off, powdered his crotch, and taped the diaper up. Then, tossing his pants and shoes aside, she said, "Now, let's get to work. I think you said before you left yesterday that you wanted to go over the Sinclair account. So, let's do that."

Chad sat down at his desk and pulled up the file while Lisa sat across from him. They started reviewing the details and filling in missing data. They were done after several minutes, so he pulled up another file. They were going over that when she noticed him beginning to fidget in his expensive leather chair. He soon began grabbing at his abdomen in an attempt to soothe the cramps he was clearly having. Finally, it became too much for him, and he rose into a squatting position, his hands on his knees. Lisa stood up too and moved around the desk to watch him mess himself. He blushed furiously, grunting as the seat of his diaper drooped under the weight of the load he was dropping. It took several seconds for him to empty his bowels, and when he was finally done, she rubbed the smooth plastic holding the shit to his ass, gently squishing it against his skin. She had him lie on the desk again as she told him, "Get used to this because you're never getting out of diapers again. Not if you want to keep your job!" She untaped the dirty diaper and started cleaning him up. It took quite a while and several wipes, but she got him changed into a fresh diaper. With that done, she handed him a large bottle of water that looked like it held about three liters. "Drink this. Keep drinking it until the bottle's empty. You'd better get used to this too because I want you drinking and wetting all day every day! Your job is filling diapers now. I'll check you in a little while."

Lisa walked out as he picked up the bottle and took a gulp of water. She sat at her desk and started going through her email. She found it hard to concentrate knowing that her boss was sitting several feet away in a big diaper and waiting for the need to wet himself as he guzzled water, but she forced herself to focus on what she was doing. She gave him an hour and a half and then took a break from her work to check on him. She walked into his office and found him hard at work. She said, "I guess your little fantasy's not so fun anymore, is it? And how's your diaper?" She reached down and squeezed his crotch, feeling it squish at her touch. "Good boy! Let's get you changed again."

She kept him drinking water, and she changed him three more times that day. At the third time, she said, "I'm going to have to get you some more absorbent diapers because it's fun humiliating you, but I don't want to have to change you five times every day! It's good to see you wetting so much, though." She had him take her home with him that evening, grinning as she saw that he'd been hoping their arrangement would only be something that happened at work. His home was much nicer than hers, and so was his bedroom, which she immediately took over. She kept him diapered all night long and put him in a fresh diaper as they were getting ready for work the next morning. She kept her word, never telling anyone he was wearing a diaper under his slacks. In fact, she made sure it stayed a secret. That's how she maintained her wonderful new lifestyle, living in the lap of luxury and controlling that sexist asshole in the same way he'd wanted to control women like her.

The End