Demands and "changes"

"So," Jordan began with a sly smirk as she closed the bathroom door, "you did say that, if I didn't leave you here and if I gave you something to wear, you would give me anything I asked for. Is that right?"

"Yes! ANYTHING!" Jessica begged as looked up into Jordan's face.

"Well then," Jordan said as she crossed her arms over her firm, large breast, "here's my demands. Which, by the way, are non-negotiable. One," the woman held up one finger, "I want my job back."

"DONE! You and I are the only ones who know about me firing you, anyway." Jessica said, "It'll be like you never lost your job!"

"Two," Jordan continued as she held up another finger, "I want that raise you were talking about. The one where I would be paid ten times the amount I make now."

"Deal!" Jessica said, not really meaning it. She just wanted to get out of this wet diaper and put her clothes back on.

"Three," Jordan said, bringing up a third finger, "starting today, I want two weeks off. WITH pay."

"Yes! Okay!" Jessica said hysterically, "Just please let me put my clothes back on! I CAN'T be seen like THIS!"

"Your clothes?" Jordan asked with a chuckle as she locked the bathroom door behind her, "Who said anything about your clothes?"

"Y-you said that you'd give me something to wear!" Jessica squeaked as her face went red.

"Indeed I did. And I shall." Jordan said, a smile on her face. "After all, we can't have you in a wet diaper all day."

Without warning, Jordan grabbed Jessica by her hips and lifted her off the floor, sitting her down on the countertop by the sinks. As Jordan pushed her down prone on to her back, Jessica immediately realized what Jordan was planning on doing.

"Don't you DARE change me!" Jessica barked as her face turned purple, her voice coming out a comical squeak. "I am a thirty-two-year-old WOMAN! And more importantly, I'm you're boss!"

"Four," Jordan merely said as she grabbed both of Jessica's ankles, "for the two weeks I'm off, you are to do exactly as I say. No questions asked. And I'm allowed to create more conditions and requests whenever I want until the two weeks are up!"

"But you can't just - EEP!" Jessica started to argue, only to stop as she felt a slap being delivered to her diapered bottom. Jordan had just spanked her! She opened her mouth to retaliate, but upon seeing Jordan raise her eyebrow, the little woman could only nod and let out a whimper.

With that done, Jordan reached for the tabs and undid the diaper from around her waist. Once that was done, she opened the diaper and lifted up Jessica's legs by her ankles, exposing the CEO's little, naked butt to the world as she pulled the soiled diaper away and threw it into the trash.

"Oh, dear..." Jordan giggled as she eyed the red, irritated bumps all over Jessica's butt, inner thighs, and privates. "Looks like a certain someone has a diaper rash."

Jessica couldn't even look at the woman as she covered her red face, groaning in humiliation. Jordan, on the other hand, simply chuckled as she reached into Jessica's purse and pulled out a spare diaper, a package of baby wipes, and a canister of baby powder.

Within seconds, Jordan successfully wiped, powdered, and re-diapered the humiliated woman in front of her. She no doubt thanked her experience with changing diapers thanks to her four daughters.

Jessica, on the other hand, was beyond humiliated. She wasn't sure which was worse: The baby powder actually soothing her diaper rash, or the fact that she just had her diaper changed by a woman she had belittled and fired earlier!

Jordan wasn't done, however. After washing her hands, she took a paper towel and ran it under some cold water before bringing it to Jessica's face. The little woman spat and sputtered as Jordan began washing the massive amounts of makeup on her face.

After five minutes, Jordan pulled away before lifting her up off the counter and setting her on her feet on the floor. Jessica looked at her reflection and gasped in horror as she saw her face covered in youthful freckles. She was so stunned by this, that she didn't see Jordan reach into her own bag and pull out a pair of hair ties, only finally taking notice of them when the bigger woman put her long, red hair up into a pair of pigtails.

Jessica stared in wide eyed horror at her reflection, her mouth agape. Staring back at her in the mirror was NOT a thirty-two-year-old woman who was the CEO of this company. Staring back was... Was a...

Jessica couldn't even say it.

Suddenly, a noise came from Jordan's phone, causing the other woman to pull it out of her pocket. She looked at it briefly and smiled.

"Oh, it's my husband, Brian." Jordan explained as she placed her phone back into her pocket and placed her bag over her shoulder, "He's here to pick us up!"

"Wait... "Us'?!" Jessica squeaked, face going pale as Jordan picked her up again and placed her on her hip.

"We'll explain in the car." Jordan said with a sly smile as she started to unlock the bathroom door and walk out.