At Work

Jessica sat at her desk in her office, a look of boredom and annoyance on her face. She was dressed in a light blue blouse and skirt with her specially made heels. Underneath, she wore her padded bra and her diaper, the latter being thankfully discrete under her skirt.

Right now, she was listening to one of her employees, a chubby woman with pale skin, brunette hair and green eyes, prattling on about something to do with a raise.

"S-so as you see, Ms. Green," the employee continued, stammering slightly as she nervously rubbed her hands together, "I have been very... Um, faithful to this company, and I have been working six days a week. And with a husband who is struggling to find a job and four kids to support, I feel that the minimalist sum of money in my paycheck isn't... Well, sufficient enough to survive. Which is why I," she gulped, "I would like to have a raise."

Jessica groaned and rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to say something, to reject the very idea of giving an employee more money even if they deserved it, when she felt a small pressure on her bladder, causing her eyes to widen a little. "Listen, uh..." She began, trying to remember the employee's name.

"Jordan Stevenson." The woman said.

"Right, right, right." Jessica said nonchalantly as she stood up, not really caring as she placed her hands behind her back. "Listen, Jordan," she continued, "a raise is not something that I can just give a new employee - "

"I-I've been working here for five years, actually." Jordan corrected.

"Whatever." Jessica muttered with a hand wave before continuing, "Regardless, a raise is not something I can just give to you. And each person here is paid the proper amount for the job they preform. What are you anyway? Mail room worker? Secretary?"

"Um... I'm the head accountant, actually." Jordan stammered.

"Ha!" Jessica laughed in sarcastic mockery, "Then I should be afraid that you're in charge of that department when you can't make the rent! Why doesn't your slob of a husband get off his butt and help bring home the bacon?"

"My husband is not a slob!" Jordan muttered angrily as she gave a small glare to Jessica, "He's trying to find work, but he also has to stay home and take care of our four kids while I'm working here. Plus, he's a war veteran. Do you have any idea how hard it is for veterans to find work these days?"

Jessica rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Then why don't you just put the eldest in charge of everything while your working and he looks for a job?"

"Because my eldest daughter is eleven." Jordan explained, "And her sisters are eight, six, and three, respectively."

"Then put the little brats in daycare while you work! It's summer, isn't it?!" Jessica barked.

"Daycare is too expensive." Jordan said, "And you closed down the company's daycare center a week ago. I only recently found a sitter when I begged my sister-in-law to watch the little ones so I could work and my husband can look for work."

At this point, Jessica squirmed a bit from the pressure on her bladder. While she was wearing a diaper, she wasn't about to use it in front of one of her underlings.

"So," Jessica said, a cruel smile slowly making it's way onto her face, "you really want that raise? Very well then."

"Wait... REALLY?" Jordan asked in shock.

"Absolutely!" Jessica replied with the same cruel smile. "In fact, I'll do you one better. You can have the day off tomorrow! And Monday. And Tuesday. And next week. Heck, you can have the entire year off! As a matter of fact, don't bother even coming in at all."

"Um... That kinda sounds like y-you're..." Jordan began nervously, only to give a look of horror as she saw Jessica nod with that evil smile, finally connecting the dots. Her lip quivering, Jordan got to her feet and ran out the door, wailing loudly with her head in her hands.

"And don't forget to clean out your office before you leave!" Jessica mocked before sitting back down in her swivel chair with a chuckle.

A second later, Jessica's eyes widened as she felt a warmth spreading through her lower regions. Gently lifting up her skirt, she groaned as she realized that she had wet her diaper. Putting her skirt back down, Jessica stood up and grabbed her purse, which contained a few diapers and changing supplies, before making her way out of her office. She had a private bathroom installed in her office, but it unfortunately was out of order. This meant that she had to use one of the regular women's restrooms on the first floor of this three story building.

As she arrived at the elevator and pressed the button, she was unaware that her recent actions were going to bite her in the end...