Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 13

Eily’s Fate

Eily tottered through the office in her high-heels, the thick diaper between her legs turning what would have been a sexy strut into something laughable. She wore one of her many skimpy schoolgirl uniforms, the only clothes she was able to wear, but her bulky nappy was barely concealed at all by the flimsy miniskirt. They had no designs or wetness indicators on them – they were pure white, and puffy, and somehow that made them seem all the more infantile to the former businesswoman. They were huge too, but Eily’s recently augmented bubble butt was so large that a good amount of bare bum-cheek was still visible either side of the white padding, also totally uncovered by her plaid skirt. To infantilize her further, a bright pink pacifier bobbed between her lips; it satisfied her stupid oral fixation, and kept her thumbs free to do all the tedious paperwork her ex-husband assigned to her every day.

Her former employees smirked at her as she passed, and Eily could feel her cheeks burning. Even after weeks of this, the embarrassment of what she’d been reduced to never seemed to let up. Glaring ahead of her, not making eye contact with anybody, she toddled over to the photocopier. As she copied some documents, her knees started to bend inwards a little, and she had to fight to stop herself from squirming on the spot. She had to pee. Badly. She finished with the documents and hurried out of the office space, into the mercifully empty corridor beyond.

Looking around to make absolutely sure nobody was watching her, Eily gritted her teeth and began to pee, cursing that evil game show for doing this to her, for taking her, a professional, well-respected, even feared businesswoman and turning her into this, a fetish-fantasy who couldn’t go to the bathroom anywhere except in her own stupid, padded pants. Warm wee-wee flooded her nappy, soaking into the bulkiness beneath her pussy. It was just one more humiliating feature of her new life, like the stupid little tricycle she had to ride to work, or the strict nanny her ex-husband hired to watch her when he was busy, but just like those, Eily knew the sensation, the shame of pissing herself like a baby was something she would never get used to.

The stream in her pants slowed to a trickle, and Eily probed the front of her diaper. It was soaked with tinkle. With her nappy on full display, the discoloured padding would be immediately obvious to everyone, but there was no point in putting herself through the discomfort of trying to hold it in all day. She’d tried to do that at first, but it was impossible. She was going to end up going potty in her diaper anyway, so she might as well save herself the unnecessary pain, she told herself. But she had to be careful not to get too used to going in her underwear, or she might one day find that she’d lost the ability to hold it at all. She cringed at the thought. If that happened, she’d lose even the small dignity of being able to find a quiet place to wet or mess herself in; even if hurrying off to pee or poop her pants in private made her feel like a naughty toddler, it would be better than doing it with no warning, in front of anyone who might happen to be around when her bladder or bowels decided to give in.

“Eily!” her ex-husband’s voice called suddenly, coming through the speakers, no doubt sound all around the building. “Come to Daddy, sweetie!”

Eily could hear chuckles coming from the room she’d just left, and she blushed furiously. But she knew better than to disobey ‘Daddy’. She hurried down the corridor, her wet nappy sagging a little between her legs and widening her gait even more, heading over to her ex-husband’s office. It had been hers once, after she’d taken it from him in the takeover, but since her ‘demotion’, as he liked to refer to it, he’d been offered the position of CEO once again.

“There’s my cute little intern!” he cooed, as she entered the room.

Eily scowled at him, but mumbled, in a breathy, high-pitched voice behind her soother, “Hewwo, Daddy!”

He chuckled and beckoned her over with a finger. She obeyed, knowing that refusal would just mean a painful spanking over his lap. She hated when he called her in here. She almost wished he’d totally redecorated the room and removed all signs that she’d ever been there. Instead, he’d kept many of her things. Her finance degree was framed and on the wall, from a prestigious university she no longer had any recollection of having attended, her memories supplanted instead by years spent learning to suck and fuck at Babygirl Academy of Bitches. A large photograph of her standing imperiously in front of her desk, the same desk her ex-husband now sat at, was still up on the wall as well, but now it was next to another picture. Eily felt dizzy with shame at the sight of it. It was also a picture of her, but in this she was lying on her back on the desk, with her legs kicking in the air and her bare pussy on display, throwing a tantrum in the middle of a diaper change. That had been taken a few weeks ago, on her first day back at the office.

She tore her eyes away from the picture, trying not to think about how many people must have seen it, and stood in front of her ex-husband, glaring at him and trying to look as threatening as she could while sucking on a dummy. Even if it was the only small rebellion she had left, she wanted him to know how much she hated her. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to care.

“What a grumpy girl!” he said happily, his eyes twinkling. “But I bet someone’s just fussy because her diaper’s all pissy, isn’t that right?” He reached out and cupped the front of her sodden nappy. “Looks like my big baby’s ready for a change! But you know what you have to do to earn one of those, don’t you, Eily?” He pushed his chair back and unbuckled his belt. “Time to earn your pay, sweetie,” he smirked, fishing out his hardening cock.

“Yes, Daddy!” her ridiculous little-girly voice chirped, as she popped her paci out of her mouth. Glowering at her ex-husband, Eily got to her knees between his legs, her nappy squishing unpleasantly between her thighs, swept her hair out of the way, and, hating what she’d become almost as much as she hated him, and Jacob, and Isabelle and Kimberly and the whole game show that had got her into this situation, she slid her plump lips down over his cock. Instinct took over, and the former ruthless corporate mastermind started sucking his dick like a whore. Her mind had been stripped of all her knowledge of how to run a business, but it had been filled instead with the knowledge of how to clench her pussy or work her tongue in just the right way to get a man to spunk inside her. In fact, she remembered vividly being the best in her class at blowjobs. She recalled, even though she knew it was fake, declaring proudly that she was the best cocksucker in the country. She’d got into a catfight with Jasmine over that (was Jasmine even real?) and they’d both ended up getting spanked over their teacher’s knee. Her naughty bottom had been blazing for a whole week. But that hadn’t happened, she reminded herself angrily. It hadn’t!

Her head bobbed up and down on her ex-husband’s cock. She slurped and drooled messily, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, pausing only to suck on his balls or take brief gasps of air. Her pussy was soaked, and she hated herself for it. Surely that was something the game show had done to her. There was no way she’d actually be getting aroused by this otherwise! But she couldn’t help herself humping her privates against her pee-soaked nappy as she sucked her ex-husband off.

She made eye contact with him, flashing him a look of loathing, but he only laughed at the sight of her glaring up at him with a mouth full of cock. As her lips pouted around his manhood, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down into his crotch, shoving his dick fully into her mouth. He groaned as he came inside her. Eily hatedthe taste of cum, but she had no choice but to swallow his load, or else choke. “I love what’s happened to you,” her ex-husband moaned, still cumming down her throat. “This is what you deserve. You’ll spend the rest of your days as my baby bitch!” He slumped in his seat, spent, and Eily pushed off his cock with a huge intake of breath. She fell back on the floor, wrinkled her nose in revulsion as he perky bottom sank into the wet padding of her diaper. Her pussy was aching, but she wasn’t about to degrade herself further, if such a thing were possible, by rubbing out an orgasm in front of him. Not after that.

“May I please have a diapie change now, Daddy?” she asked politely, wishing she could speak to him the way she wanted.

Her ex-husband considered her for a moment. He was still breathing heavily. “No,” he said, finally.

“But… but Daddy!” Eily whined. Inside her head, she was screaming at him in fury. “But you said!”

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t fancy dealing with your pissy pants right now, Eily. Go back to work. Your nappy will hold for a while longer.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Eily pouted, white hot with anger. She got up unsteadily and headed for the door.

“But before you go back,” her ex-husband said, stopping her. She turned around to see him grinning maliciously. “I want you to poop your pants.”

For a moment Eily just stared at him with her mouth open. Then her shock gave way to rage once again. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. “Yes, Daddy!” she said, fantasizing about taking back her company and kicking him out onto the street. Clenching her fists, trembling with rage and humiliation, the ex-CEO got to work on her latest project – making a stinky in her diaper.

The End

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I hope you enjoyed Babe or Billionaire! The next long-running story, New World Order, will begin later this month.