The Presentation

Chapter 4
The Presentation, Part Four

Part Four

It wasn’t much longer before I knew that there was no getting away from what I had to do. Using the bathroom required leaving the private office and letting everyone in my department see me like this for a second time. Sure, plenty of them would be at the event where I’d be on stage in the immature get-up, but that would involve a lot more context in terms of why I was modeling the diapers and everything else.

Embarrassing as it was, I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t as if I could just hold it all afternoon. I stood up, intending to simply walk out and take care of business. I’d have to figure out what to do afterwards; if I couldn’t properly secure the diapers myself, I would need to stop by R&D again. 

Turns out, I couldn’t leave. Not when I was wearing the mittens I had momentarily forgotten about. 

Before I could say anything, Blaire asked, “What is it, Aurora?”

“I need to use the restroom,” I said. When was the last time I said something like that? In a professional setting, all you had to do was quietly excuse yourself to take care of business. We were all adults, and didn’t need to ask permission or inform anyone of the specifics. “Megan, come help me with these.” 

Megan tilted her head, just like the last time I made such a request. 

Saving her from having to ask, Blaire responded instead. “We already talked about this, Aurora. You need to wear the full ensemble, mittens included. As for relieving yourself, that’s what your diapers are for.”

I couldn’t help but flush at the casual way she referred to them as mine. More importantly, Blaire wasn’t in charge. I was her boss! “I’m serious, Blaire. I said I’d do that tonight, not in the middle of the workday.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. Standing up herself, she picked up a sheet of paper tucked underneath one of the small piles she and Megan had been working from. “Take a look here. Paragraph five.”

It was a copy of the contract I had signed before undressing and letting the research girls diaper me. The section Blaire was referring to specified that I was to keep the diapers on through the end of the evening’s events, and relieve myself in them to demonstrate the effectiveness of the protective padding. “But, that doesn’t mean-” I started to say.

“Yes, it does,” Blaire cut me off, “That means you’re not allowed to take them off until later tonight. If you need to go, you’re wearing a toilet. Besides, you of all people should know how good the diapers are. You’re not going to leak, and no one is going to know until our presentation.”

That wasn’t the point! Yes, the diapers would hold everything, and there wouldn’t be a trace of a gross smell. But that didn’t mean I could use them at work. “That’s not-”

Talking over me again, she said, “You signed a contract, Aurora. And Vivian said that she diapered you personally. If you were to take those off, I’d have to send you back down for her to do that all over again. She’s a busy girl, and probably doesn’t have time for that. This is why I’m in charge for the day. You need to focus on being our model, including all the responsibilities that entails. And yes, wetting yourself counts as a responsibility; that’s what the original model had signed up for.”

“You’re- you’re not in charge!” I insisted. My authority was obviously undermined while standing there in the childish onesie, along with the bulk between my thighs. By contrast, Blaire had her usual blouse and pencil skirt combo, and stood over a half foot taller than me now that I was barefoot. Even so, I tried to assert what was supposed to be the natural order of things. “I am.”

“We already talked about this as well,” Blaire calmly responded, with a small eye roll, “Remember? I’m taking your role today. Megan is taking mine. And you’re the model.”

But, we didn’t actually talk about that. I was just having a difficult time standing up to her when not in my usual element. And it was only getting more complicated, now that I was trying to argue multiple things at once. Things that shouldn’t require an argument, like how I’m the one running our department, and that I should be able to use the bathroom properly.

Blaire plucked the page from my hand, asking me point blank, “Did you sign this, Aurora? Yes, or no?”

“It’s not that simple!” I insisted, “We never said I was fully taking the model’s job. And she wouldn’t have used these until right before the presentation.”

“We all said that,” Blaire responded, her voice annoyingly calm and firm, “You volunteered for this. You signed a contract. Yes?”

Yes. Technically. Maybe. She was totally twisting the facts, and I once again found my thoughts interrupted by another unladylike growl from my abdomen. “Blaire-”

“Aurora. This is not up for discussion. You made a commitment, and signed a legal document. Now you need to be a big girl and see this through.”

Those casual patronizing words weren’t helping anything. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “I need to do more than just pee!” 

That’s all that the model was supposed to do for us. Wet diapers that didn’t smell or leak would be more than enough of a demonstration, and we had decided that was as far as things should be taken without grossing out those in attendance. As successful as this product would be, not every department had been  involved in the development of the padded protection.

Megan quietly snorted. Blaire, however, barely reacted. “That’s fine,” she said, “The diapers are designed to hold a mess like that. In fact, that will make for a better presentation. If your diapers are full, we can demonstrate how well they work.”

“Who cares?!” I snapped, “That doesn’t mean I should-”

“Aurora!” Blaire’s voice was more harsh than before as she cut me off this time. “I already told you, this is not up for discussion.” She stepped forward, towering over me and crossing her arms. “As for who cares, I do. I’m in charge of this department, and tonight is important to me. Now, I’m tired of your whining. Here’s what we’re going to do. Megan?”

Megan stood up as well, back to keeping a straight face after her immature reaction a minute ago. She came over and placed something pink in Blaire’s hand, then took a small step back to not overly crowd me.

I wasn’t left in suspense for very long. Blaire held up a pink pacifier that had a matching strap, letting me take it in before saying, “Vivian recommended this for the outfit, and I think it’s a good idea. Here.” She brought the silicone bulb closer to my mouth, as if she was expecting me to just take it.

“What? You-MMmph!” Just like that, the pacifier was being shoved between my lips. The fucking audacity! My eyes widened, at both the intrusion, as well as how unexpectedly big the bulb was. It compressed my tongue to the point that I basically lost the ability to speak coherently, as I found out when trying to step back and yell at Blaire. “T’hhn -ith nnngh . . . yjhh mmmph!”

“Aurora. Calm down. Do you want everyone out there to hear you making a scene?” Blaire asked. Ignoring my muffled protests, she leaned forward and wrapped the strap around my head. Apparently there was a clasp, as there was a sharp *click* as she tightened the immature thing and secured it. “There. How does she look, Megan?”

“Really cute,” Megan smiled, “It suits her.”

“Agreed,” Blaire said, “Before you get all pouty, Aurora, this is in the contract as well. You’re to model the accessories that go with your diapers. And this way, you’ll be less disruptive while Megan and I work. If you think about it, the original model wouldn’t even be here yet. So why don’t you just sit quietly and listen for now? Okay?”

“Mm mmgh!” I shook my head. My impulse was to remove the pacifier, only to realize upon reaching for the strap that I couldn’t do anything about it when my hands were stuck in the mittens. Opening a door was enough of a challenge; there was no way I’d be able to undo a small clasp without assistance.

Blaire just sighed. “Aurora. Are you a big girl? Yes, or no?”

I was getting so fed up with how she said my name like that. It sounded like she was getting a child’s attention, rather than addressing me with the respect I deserved. And now that I could no longer speak, avoiding her unfair yes/no questions wasn’t as easy. If I said ‘no,’ that implied that I was a little girl or whatever. And yet, I was an adult. ‘Big girl’ was hardly the phrase I’d use to describe myself, or anyone my age for that matter.

The thought of simply leaving the office did cross my mind. Blaire was being a brat, and there were any number of people in our department who could help me deal with this situation. Except this was currently contained. Letting everyone see me in the babyish ensemble on stage was a lot different from a one on one encounter that could potentially screw with my reputation for the coming days, or even weeks. 

There was also so much to deal with, to the point where I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Diapers. Mittens. Pacifier. A contract that was a bit more involved than I had realized when signing it, and my bowels telling me that the pressing urge to relieve myself was starting to feel more like an emergency.

“Aurora. Earth to Aurora.” Blaire snapped her fingers, annoyingly close to my face. “Are you a big girl?”

Pardon me for being distracted by a fucking PACIFIER being in my mouth. After trying and failing to shift my tongue in a way that allowed me to form any kind of normal sound or syllable, I gave a slow nod of my head. Clearly reluctant, and with my eyes narrowed. Then I gestured to the pacifier with one of the mittens, communicating in basically the only way that I could at the moment.

“Yes, you’re a big girl?” she clarified.

For fuck’s sake. I nodded again, flushing slightly at the humiliating situation I was stuck in. What did Blaire think she was doing?! I was going to fire her first thing the following morning for this. Well, I wasn’t actually sure if I had the power to fire her, with how she had been transferred to my department without my approval to begin with. But I could at least write her up, and ideally send her to another team that had nothing to do with mine. I definitely would be able to fire Megan, since I had authority over the interns that I oversaw.

“You say you’re a big girl,” Blaire said, “Why don’t you prove it? Megan and I are going to get back to work. I want you to sit over there, without fidgeting, and just listen. When we’re done with our adjustments, and our edits, you can take a look. How does that sound?”

Again, I couldn’t speak without sounding ridiculous. This time, I shook my head. I had so much to say, yet couldn’t do anything about the pacifier preventing me from doing so.

“Too bad,” she replied, “I’m in charge, and you’re technically not even supposed to be here until later. Now, do you want to sit down and behave, or should I call an intern to take you somewhere else until I’m done with my work?”

She wouldn’t do that, would she? With how she was acting right now, I wasn’t sure how far Blaire would take things. Kicking me out of my own office, and using an intern to do it? That was bad enough, and I still didn’t want to be seen again by anyone out there. I couldn’t believe Blaire was taking advantage of my ‘outfit’ like this, and pretending like I was nothing more than the model we had hired.

Once again answering for me, as I was too caught up in my frustrations and nonstop thoughts to respond with some kind of nonverbal something, Blaire said, “Megan? Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Megan said. She stepped over and placed her hand on my upper back, nudging me towards the small sofa I had parallel to the side wall of my office. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, though it was a good way to make the occasional meeting more informal. I really didn’t need help to walk the five feet over to it. “Have a seat, Aurora,” she said, mirroring the casual tone Blaire was opting for, “And shush.”

I briefly considered refusing, except that would look incredibly immature when paired with my current image. All I could do was lower myself as gracefully as I could manage in the padding, still not used to moving around in the bulky underwear.

“We’ll be done soon, Aurora,” Blaire said, “Just be a little patient. And you look so cute! I bet you’ll get a lot of attention tonight. Ready to get back to work, Megan?”

“Of course,” Megan smiled, “I’m your assistant manager for the day. That’s a lot of responsibility!”

“Tell me about it,” Blaire rolled her eyes, “Alright, where did we leave off?”

Megan returned to my desk, taking her seat from before. The two of them got right back to it, as if everything with the pacifier and everything else didn’t even happen. I don’t know what was more infuriating; that I was being treated like this, or that I was being completely ignored afterwards.

And, on top of everything else, I was hit by a small cramp and yet another audible growl from my body. I really needed to use the bathroom, and I was even further away from being able to take off the diapers than I had been before.