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Linkx last won the day on February 19 2012

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  3. Merry christmas, this chapter may be a little disjointed and rough as it was written over the course of far too long as inspiration waned. Nevertheless, another chapter has been completed. Three days and what did they have to show for it… nothing. For a high profile target like the summoner who didn’t seem to be all that concerned with keeping a low profile he was certainly a difficult person to track down. It was the kind of tedious work that Emelie did not enjoy, following up on leads in person with her team while Lynd scoured the net. At least she and her new, albeit temporary partner Bridgette were getting along swimmingly. She hadn’t even been able to spend much time with Aria after making things official. After work she was too exhausted to do much else other than head home and crash. On the plus side though she’d been managing her accursed incontinence better than anyone on her team and substantially better than Bridgette. The reports that had started being distributed to her in the morning for her to ‘review’ felt perverse in a way. Something so intimate as her team’s bathroom habits should have been private even from her. On the upside though, it afforded her a modicum of pride knowing that she as keeping her pants dry better than her subordinates. Emelie lay in bed, her apartment oddly silent without Lynd crashing on her couch. After waking up dry the previous morning and sitting on the toilet for ten minutes to wring every last drop of urine from her bladder she’d gone to sleep without protection. Feeling emboldened by her success had been a mistake. The clinging sensation of pissy sheets clung to her thighs and the acrid scent of tepid urine stung her nose. Her alarm would soon go off but still she stayed under the covers, despite the urine pooled around her, soaking into her sheets and pajamas. Part of her hoped it had all been a strange and twisted dream but with each passing morning and subsequent pair of sopping wet underwear it seemed like keeping control of her bladder and bowels was just a fantasy. It shouldn’t be put off any longer. She cursed under her breath, finally throwing the covers off. The wet splotch dampened a large portion of her fitted sheet. Worryingly it seemed each time she did wet the bed the stain was larger and larger… Feeling a few errant drops of pee run down her legs she let out a small shudder. Once more the stark reality set in and a sullen mood overtook her. How much longer would she have to deal with this? Was Nyx getting anywhere with her investigation? It was all so frustrating! She hadn’t even realized tears were starting to fall down her cheek. She sniffled a few times, wiping her eyes but still the tears fell. “It… it’s not fair!” she shouted in a cathartic outburst. With her sheets once more in the washing machine along with the mattress cover she dragged herself to the shower. She stood under the water for an inordinate amount of time. Tempted to ignore the alarm she decided against it. She couldn’t just give up, not when there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe there would be a cure sooner rather than later; she wouldn’t hold her breath though. Another typical morning that would have been unthinkable just a month ago. A month… or was it two or had it only been a few weeks? She rubbed the arch of her nose in irritation. This wasn’t normal, she couldn’t just accept it and give in. She clenched her fingers around the mug of coffee she gulped down. Not wanting a repeat of a few days ago when she shattered her coffee mug in anger she tossed it into the sink storming out the door. She huffed in irritation reviewing the calendar in her implant. She’d forgotten there was a mandatory seminar today for female PrivSec field operatives and seemed to be the first in a series of ‘mandatory’ presentations. The subject was diplomatically titled ‘Dealing with feminine issues on the battlefield’. She sneered at the innocuous euphamism bitterly thinking about what they really meant. “Feminine issues...” she said with an angry scoff. She wasn’t sure what would be better if they were honest about calling it dealing with pissing your pants or their attempt at keeping things ‘mature’. Emelie shifted her thighs together, the faint crinkling of her sentinel causing her to blush. The drive to work could be described as uneventful. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that they were taking too long to track down this Summoner character couldn’t be ignored. She didn’t want to end up with Walker being displeased at their performance. There was a lot riding on their success. After letting her out the car pulled away leaving her in front of the PrivSec building, as it had so many days before. Hagar was speaking with sharply dressed woman, Emelie could barely make out the faint outline of a large diaper under her mid length skirt. Emelie frowned at the sight. She just couldn’t get used to seeing her fellow agents diapered like toddlers. Her boss simply smiled as she walked past. “Good morning sunshine.” he joked at her dour expression. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair from her face tempted to flip him off. Instead she forced an exaggerated smile. “Yes, I can’t wait to go to our potty training seminar.” she said in a glib tone. The woman he was speaking with blushed brightly at the mention of the seminar. Hagar just laughed again “Careful Blackstar, the DoC has strict guidelines about vocabulary. Wouldn’t want to get written up.” he chided her, turning his attention back to the conversation he was having before. “Fucking kidding me? Vocabulary… what bullshit...” she cursed under her breath as she stormed away. She knew he had nothing to do with the rules and regulations being foisted upon her but at that moment she hated Hagar’s smug, shaved head. She retreated to her office with a second cup of coffee in hand. A second cup was a dicey proposition but in her irritation she didn’t care. Consequences be damned! Slogging through her morning emails sipping at her cup of coffee she sighed. Reading the description of the seminar she had to go to. “Managing incontinence in the workplace.” Her words were filled with venom as she read it aloud. “How ridiculous...” she growled angrily. No matter how it was phrased she couldn’t feel anything but shame and humiliation. PrivSec was spending money so she could cope with peeing her pants. She stewed in brooding silence for some time, passing the time in her office before she would have to go to the seminar. When it the hour came it couldn’t be procrastinated any longer. A cursory check between her legs revealed a pleasant surprise. Her pullup was still dry for now. She was decidedly feeling the effects of the coffee however. Squeezing her thighs together she shut the shades over her office window with a flick of her hand before scurrying out the door. Being a few minutes late seemed like the only bit of rebellion she could get away with and not be penalized. Visiting the restroom was a shock. The construction on their floor had finished and she was greeted with the familiar sight of the women’s restroom with some unwelcome additions. Changing tables like the ones parents would use for their young children in public restrooms only these were clearly designed for grown women. Beyond that a full compliment of various changing supplies. To make space for the changing tables It looked like they’d reduced the number of stalls and by a significant amount as well! “Ridiculous… we’re supposed to be using the toilet but they remove half of them?” She grumbled to no one in particular. A nearby woman simply shrugged and continued washing her hands as Emelie entered the stall, slamming the door shut behind her. A slight wet splotch caught her eye on the inside of her pullup. “But… I didn’t even...” Emelie said quietly, wondering when that had happened. Already the reminder for the seminar had popped up in her hud but she rapidly dismissed it. With her business taken care of she made her way towards the seminar. Checking the time in her implant she could see she was already four minutes late, victory. She pushed open the door, quietly making her way inside. A loud voice made itself known as she shut the door behind her. “How nice of you to join us Ms. Blackstar. There’s an expectation of timeliness with these presentations” Emelie froze, peering up at the stage where the presenter had called her out. Glancing around the room most of the eyes were now on her. A trickle of urine dribbled into her protection. She folded her arms over her chest defensively “I had to piss, or would you have rather I just went in my pants during the seminar.” There was a quiet titter of laughter from some of the women inside the conference room as Emelie began making her way to an open seat. Fiona cringing in embarrassment at the behavior of her superior caught the corner of her eye. The presenter didn’t miss a beat, unperturbed by Emelie’s retort. “I’ve specifically designed the course not to exceed the average holding ability of those with a D rank continence which shouldn’t be a problem for an A ranking like yourself.” The rebuke stung, she could have argued with her more, gotten into a shouting match but she was already on thin ice. Wisely, she took the scolding and found a seat, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She cleared her throat before continuing, clearly ready to make an example of the raven-haired agent. “You should have gone to the restroom in advance Ms. Blackstar rather than procrastinating. With the recent update I know most of us can see our respective ‘levels’ so there’s no excuse which brings me back to my main topic.” she paused, pointing up at the large holographic display behind her. “Time management and being proactive rather than reactive. Ms. Blackstar clearly needs to bone up on the advantages of being proactive with her waste management.” she continued to lecture. She was beginning to deeply regret her decision. Two seats away the wide smirk of that bitch Veronica made itself known. Emelie shrunk down in her chair as she was continually made an example of. “Because of our learned potty training skills at a young age we adopted poor toileting habits. Waiting too long, drinking too much before bed, overexerting ourselves that we could get away with before becoming affected. I know it’s been a struggle, I’m no different than any of you. I only qualified for a B continence ranking.” Pausing as if to emphasize her point she pulled down the waistband of her professional skirt just enough to show the top of her diaper. “But if we refocus our efforts and be proactive with our approach and focus on the basic potty training lessons we internalized so many years ago that have grown reflexive it can show a marked improvement! Already in preliminary tests we’re seeing upwards of five percent reductions in accidental releases.” Emelie scoffed at the thought, folding her arms over her chest. “Five percent...” she repeated with a roll of her eyes. They expected them to waste their time with these ridiculous lessons for a measly five percent? A grimace twisted her face as a sudden cramp twisted her insides. “No… not now...” she shut her eyes, regretting the coffee she’d consumed earlier. The hand she placed on her stomach did little to help. How long was this set to continue for? She fidgeted in her seat whilst tuning out the presenter. The tsm indicator only listed her bowels at seventy-three percent full but the urge was growing more pressing. “What’s wrong Blackstar, you look preoccupied?” a snide voice called out to her in a hushed tone. Through gritted teeth Emelie hissed back at her “I’m fine...” She tapped her foot impatiently, anything to keep her mind off this stupid presentation. This was supposed to help her not have an accident but if it kept going any longer it might cause her to have one…. Looking around at the sea of faces most women looked disinterested in what was being presented. She caught sight of Fiona, of course she was taking notes. Towards the back of the room Dianna was quietly chatting with another field agent Emelie didn’t recognize. Her attention slowly returned to the presenting woman as she spoke, pointing up at the large screen now. What was she going on about now? The visual projected for them all to see only reminded her of the need to relieve herself. On the screen shown in large words recommended dietary changes and near the top of the list was coffee. Fingers drumming anxiously against her thigh she checked the time in her ocular implant, fifteen more minutes maybe? She ran her hands down her face letting out a frustrated sigh. What was being discussed on screen now? Emelie’s attention returned to the seminar and she blushed at the topic being shown now. Different activities that might be too strenuous for their control displayed on the screen. Emelie rolled her eyes as standing up out of a chair was listed. “I can get out of a chair without pissing myself...” she whispered angrily. Another quick glimpse around the room and the blushing faces of many women including Veronica seemed to indicate that it was more common than she might think, something about the pelvic floor and the kegel muscles. “Ms Blackstar would you please join me on stage?” the presenter asked. Emelie froze. All eyes in the room seemed to be on her. Of all the people she just had to choose her… She let out a noisy groan in protest and slowly pulled herself up from her chair when it seemed the presentation would not continue without her participation. She cursed herself for being late. When she joined her at the front of the room her stomach gave a threatening gurgle. “You’re going to help me demonstrate a few exercises I would like everyone to start doing that will help improve kegel strength among other things.” Emelie winced, the thought of doing any amount of exercise right now was an unpleasant proposition. “Fine, let’s just get this over with… quickly.” she spat back quietly. “First, stand up straight and hold both arms ahead of you. Once you’ve assumed the proper stand you’re going to crouch down, keeping your legs together. Dip down as low as you can go. Once you reach your limit hold it! Don’t come back up immediately. You should start to feel pressure, focus on that before standing up. Now go ahead and demonstrate please Ms. Blackstar, I’ll do it with you.” As she had said, she held her arms straight out and mimicked the movement as she slowly began to crouch down. Couching like that didn’t help her urge. Immediately she could feel her body protest. Her face twisted in a grimace of discomfort. She continued to stand there, crouched over. Physically, with her reinforced muscles it wasn’t too difficult to maintain the pose when it was just a bodyweight exercise. With the minimal enhancements she had she could maintain that pose for quite some time. What was more concerning was the not exactly sudden but pressing need to defecate. “When you squat, really concentrate on tightening the pelvic muscles.” Emelie blinked hearing the instructors voice bringing her back to reality. She just gave a dismissive grunt, still unhappy about being used as an example for everyone. Her tormentor stood first walking to Emelie shortly after, not allowing her to stand up. She held her hand in front of Emelie’s hips gesturing to them “That’s were you’ll feel most of the pressure as the interconnected muscles attempt to force your sphincters open. Now stand please.” Emelie shut her eyes and pushed back to a standing position flushing when a few drops of urine fell into the padding between her thighs. She could feel the strange quivering sensation in her bladder and bowel from the strain begin to subside. “wonderful, as you see you want to stand just like Ms. Blackstar. One, smooth fluid motion, keeping your back straight and your arms out until you reach your neutral standing position. Go ahead and demonstrate one more time.” With a deep breath she help her arms out again, staring straight forward and squatted down slowly. Staring out she tried to ignore the sea of women watching her. It was all she could do not to glare at the instructor for bringing her up here and forcing her to do these inane exercises. The need to go returned again even worse. As she reached the nadir of her squat she felt it. She stopped her movement holding the position but her bowels moved of their own accord. Emelie’s eyes widened with surprise as the deliberate movement forced a soft, sticky glob of waste paste her wavering anus. Emelie hadn’t thought standing on stage in front of everyone could get any worse but having shit her pullup made things much worse. At least she’d barely manage to regain control before it became a major accident. She could feel the small amount of mush desposited into her protection smearing between her cheeks. “Are you okay Ms. Blackstar?” “W...what? I’m fine… everything is fine… are we done?” she stammered quickly, praying that there was nothing else she required her assistance for. She couldn’t smell it could she? Emelie did her best to remain composed as panicked thoughts ran through her head, worried that her little incident might be found out. “Yes you’ve been quite instructive. You may return to your seat. Ahh, remember, slow, deliberate rise, keep your back straight and your arms out.” Starting to rise back up she’d barely moved before freezing in place. If she stood from this position she was going to shit her pants. Another squirt of urine had dribbled into her undergarments from the brief motion. A little whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t just stay standing there in front of everyone though. Balling her fists tightly the agent slowly forced herself back up. Clenching with all her strength she could feel the soft shit oozing into her underwear. Mercifully the slow accident was inaudible and as soon as she was standing she hobbled off the stage awkwardly pressing one hand against her bottom. It wasn’t as bad as some of her prior accidents but a ginger touch at the back of her trousers could feel the faint outline of a lump. “No no no...” she whispered quietly. Stupid class, stupid instructor… stupid everything! The thought of having to sit in her own mess for the remainder of the seminar was none too pleasant either. She only prayed that no one else would be able to smell what she had done. Returning to her seat she grimaced knowing there was no other way around it. Slowly she lowered herself onto the chair. Her accident squished against her, flattening out and spreading around when she was finally seated. The instructors words faded into the background as she plopped her head down into her hands groaning quietly to herself. She wasn’t sure what to do. In a panic she sent a text to Aria. ‘Uhg I had an accident’ she wrote to her newly official girlfriend. Immediately after writing it she wanted to kick herself what a weird thing to say… who wanted to hear about their girlfriend shitting herself. A minute passed and nothing, that made her feel a bit better. Maybe she was busy with preparing for the evening’s opening. ‘Is that any different than normal~’ the teasing response came after another minute. Emelie groaned quietly at the response. Of course she would take the opportunity to tease her. The blush came back to her cheeks as she composed her response. ‘you’re one to talk!, I’m being serious… this is a disaster.’ There was a brief pause before Aria’s next message. The raven-haired woman could picture her partner pursing her lips in thought as she often did when she was formulating the perfect response. ‘Oh dear, do you want to tell me what happened?’ ‘I had to go to a seminar for something stupid and it happened while I was on stage in front of everyone. It wasn’t a lot and I don’t think anyone noticed but I’m sitting in it now. I can’t leave until this presentation is over.’ ‘Well, that’s not so bad. You’re always overreacting, nobody even found out. From the tone of it I’d thought you had leaked all over your work clothes silly girl.’ Emelie paused before writing her next message. The blush once more returned to her cheeks being called a silly girl. Aria had a point no one else had noticed and a quick glance to the people sitting near her confirmed that no one seemed to notice that anything was amiss. Still, it was disgusting having to sit there in her own filth. ‘I guess, but I still have to sit in it.’ ‘You didn’t seem to complain about it the other night~’ ‘ARIA, I’M AT WORK!’ ‘So? You messaged me, I know you send all your communications through vpn anyway.’ ‘That’s not the point!’ She had to pause and take a deep breath, hiding the hud of her implants for a moment to focus. Aria enjoyed winding her up, sometimes a bit too much. Emelie didn’t exactly relish the thought of being turned on in the middle of the presentation, not that she was paying attention anyway. The notification for a new message popped up in her implant. She took another second before looking at the latest message. ‘How bad was it? Did you just wet or did you mess too?’ Emelie couldn’t get how Aria was just so casual about such things. It was mortifying but she realized she hadn’t exactly been specific with her initial message. She didn’t just want to say she pooped her pants though! The gusset felt a bit sodden between her thighs, not bad but definitely soggy. ‘Both’ ‘Oh you poor thing. I think someone needs mommy to take care of them~’ ‘Aria...’ ‘Do you still have to go?’ That question made her pause, what was Aria playing at? Immediately she was drawn back to the last night they had slept together… doing the things they did… in the state that their undergarments were in… ‘a little’ ‘Well, you’ve already gone. You might as well finish~’ ‘ARIA! I’m not gonna do… that’ ‘Do it and you’ll get a reward~’ ‘What reward?’ Had she really just responded with that? Was she really… actually considering it? Something about Aria… uhg, the way she could wrap her around her finger. There was no response. ‘Aria what reward?’ Still after that message there was no response. Damn that woman what kind of reward was she promising her? She had to know! Emelie tapped her foot impatiently waiting for a response. Glancing up at the presenter she was going on about some nonsense. Damn it she still hadn’t answered her. ‘Aria! You can’t just ignore me.’ Emelie ran her hand across her face, she knew what Aria was doing. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t resist Aria’s allure. Her fingers drummed against her thigh “Damnit Aria…” she whispered. Already she could feel that tingle between her legs that she felt when Aria had one over on her. It would be so easy to just give and push. How was Aria so good at getting her to do these things. A glance on either side of where she was sitting, luckily no one was sitting immediately next to her. Emelie checked her messages again in the vain hope that Aria had responded; she hadn’t. It was already bad enough that she had been doing it more and more accidentally. Now she was about to do it on purpose. Leaning forward as subtly as she could she shut her eyes, pretended she was sitting on the toilet and cursed Aria’s name. Immediately a warm muddy substance rushed into her padded underwear. She scrunched her face ever so slightly, revolted by her decision. Thoughts clouded by arousal cleared with sudden realization of what she had done. Emelie could feel the mushy paste expanding beneath her. Anyone with enhanced hearing could likely hear the wet crackling coming from her. “Fuck… fuck shit...” she hissed under her breath as she tried to stop. What was she thinking doing that!? A moment of weakness, a questionable decision and now the disgusting muddy feeling of siting in her pants full of warm soft shit. It was far too late to stop and when she leaned back in her chair the warm squelch caused her to scrunch her face, lamenting Aria and the sway she had over her. The only saving grace was the fact that since the seminar seemed to have ended no one was paying attention to her as she sat there. A few errant comments about the smell brought a blush to her face. ‘I… did it...’ After sending the message back to her girlfriend she looked up realizing that everyone was dispersing from the meeting room. Gingerly she slowly extricated herself from her seat and walked awkwardly towards the door. Each step was worse than the last. The slippery, sticky sensation of what had been a particularly soft and wet release shifted and mushed against her with each step. ‘Did what~’ Now she responds… Emelie let out a quiet whine pausing for a moment to angrily message Aria back. ‘You know exactly what!’ ‘I have positively no idea Emelie dear, why don’t you elucidate me with exactly what you’ve done~’ She rubbed her face in exasperation. Worse even than the ‘accident’ weighing down her pullups was the glowing embers of arousal causing her to get hot and bothered. Part of her wanted to rush back to her office, lock the door and masturbate until she came in her shitty pullup. Damn that succubus knowing exactly how to push her buttons. ‘I pooped my pants.’ ‘Dear oh dear, whatever am I going to do with you?’ ‘Aria that’s not fair! You asked!’ ‘Quit pouting and go change. Looks like someone isn’t ready for big girl panties yet.’ ‘Aria!’ Before she could write anymore back to Aria however a mousey looking man approached her. “Agent Blackstar?” he began. Emelie narrowed her eyes at the man, sizing him up. He was a few inches shorter than her. She did her best to look imposing despite her dirty diaper, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah and you are?” she responded gruffly. He shuffled for a moment, pursing his lips, tapping something on the tablet he carried. “Uh… well, I’m from the department of compliance.” he began. Emelie froze, she’d been hearing a lot here and there about this new department… the department of compliance and what they dealt with and here she was standing in a full diaper. She could see her heart rate rising in her hud. The new department that the other women had been whispering about with disdain Emelie opened her mouth to speak but wasn’t sure exactly what to say. It felt like she was a young girl not a mature woman. The awful weight in the seat of her diaper served to remind her of her foolish decision. As she stood there gaping at being caught before defaulting to what she knew best. “What do you want?” she asked, an obvious tone of irritation in her voice. The man wasn’t exactly tall. In fact he stood a few inches shorter than Emelie which helped but… he wasn’t the one standing there in a shit filled diaper. A flinched preceded his response. He cleared his throat “Um… welll...” an awkward pause fell between them. He wrinkled his nose, sniffing a few times. Any attempt at trying to intimidate the shorter man melted away. He furrowed his brow, jabbing away at the datapad. “A...agent Blackstar have you had… an accident in your protection….” No longer was she Field team leader, combat experienced, iron grit, weapon expertise, ace shot… she just looked at him awkwardly. “Th… that is none of your business!” she snapped angrily. Who was he to ask that!? He seemed taken aback by the outburst Another moment of awkward silence developed between the two as he seemed to gather his thoughts. He cleared his throat and returned her attitude with a reproachful look. “As a Department of Compliance officer it is precisely my business!” The sudden assertiveness in his voice as he stated that it was his business caught Emelie offguard. Resistance began to crumble further when he grabbed her by the wrist. “I was just going to question you about some of the discrepancies in your voiding diary but now I’m going to have to perform a field change since you seem incapable and your lying about the state of your undergarments is going in your record. If you’re not careful you’ll be going down a rank.” It took all of her effort to not rip her hand away when he took her wrist. She contented herself with just a deep scowl wincing as she walked along bowlegged the uncomfortable feeling of a mound of shit weighing down her pullups. The threat of being demoted into something thicker caused her blood to run cold. These thin garments were already bad enough, having to work in one of those diapers Aria had taped her in brought a heavy blush to her cheeks. But now she was being escorted to have her diaper changed. “L...look that’s really not necessary I can take care of myself.” Emelie protested doing her best to be polite. When Aria did it was embarrassing enough. “It’s simple DoC protocol. Any DoC employee is granted the purview to change a female operative’s undergarments if wet or soiled. it’s not healthy for your skin to wear it for so long.” he lectured the agent. Hagar’s words about the Department of Compliance rattled around in her head and she found herself wishing she had read the new entries in the Employee handbook about the department. The pair continued to walk through the labyrinthine corridors of the Privsec building as she was escorted along. After another few moments of thought she decided to try her luck again and mustering all the politeness she could manage she appealed to his sympathy. “Please, I was stuck in that seminar for so long. We just got out, I was on my way back to my office to change and you caught me by surprise. I’ve just been under a little bit of stress lately from my current assignment. I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m… sorry about that.” They slowed to a halt and she could hear a sigh escape his lips. His hand let go of her wrist, his shoulders slumped slightly as he turned back to face her. He was doing his best to wear a stern expression but it was noly half working. “I understand Ms. Blackstar. The change has been tough not just for you but all female agents. The Department of Compliance is just here to help. I won’t put what happened in your file but if it happens again… well you probably won’t get so lucky next time.” Emelie uttered a sigh of her own, hers one of deep seated relief. She had just told him the truth… with a bit of embellishment but still it was based in the truth. “Now… go get changed… you really smell...” he said, wrinkling his nose. Before he could say any more she was awkwardly waddling back to her office. His words continued to bounce around in her mind. The DoC was there to help? Who were they intended to help though, the women they purported to assist or Privsec? Bridgette stretched her arms above her head leaning against the side of the street vendor’s stand as her order was prepared. Emelie had said she was going to contact her when she was free of corporate duties but so far she’d just been investigating the block alone while the other teams combed different areas. The thick absorbent padding around her hips drooped wetly between her thighs. A driver irritated with the traffic having laid on the horn as she happened to be passing by. The sudden shock was enough to loosen the hold over her bladder, flooding her diaper with hot liquid. A box of noodles was placed on the counter next to her. The smell of steaming savory sustenance got her attention. Grabbing the food she gave a grunt and a nod towards the man and wandered off. Twirling a heaping portion of noodles around her chopsticks she took a large bite of her food chewing hungrily. Inside her ocular implant she reviewed her map of the area, checking where she’d already been and the notes left by her and the other members of Emelie’s team. In the three days they’d managed to cover a significant portion of the block but hadn’t managed to turn up anything yet. The few people they had spoken too all seemed reluctant to say anything but whether that was because Emelie was a suit or they were scared of this ‘Summoner’ Bridgette couldn’t quite tell. So far though, she was impressed by the team’s coordination and thoroughness. Fiona kept a tight hold of things when Emelie wasn’t around. The bickering between the twins could get a bit grating at times though… The midday sun continued to beat down on the brunette before she rounded the corner for some shade. She could feel sweat dampening the collar of her shirt and let out an irritated sigh. “It’s too damn hot out...” she complained to no one in particular when the comm link went off. “Bridgette, Fiona and Dianna reporting in. This section of the block is clear, no signs of anything. We’re knocking off for lunch and a change.” “Copy that.” Bridgette responded, acknowledging their progress. The map flickered for a moment before it was updated with the latest information from the two agents. A few notes from Fiona about possible evidence, sightings, strange behaviors they had observed but nothing conclusive. Reaching between her thighs when no one was looking she felt the state of her own diaper. It was soaked, she must have wet again without realizing it. She knew she could use a change herself. A grumble of irritation left her lips as she returned to her noodles and finished slurping them down. She stepped into a nearby alley to dispose of the empty container in a dumpster. When she turned to return to the sidewalk a bottle shattered behind her. Bridgette jumped, another gush of urine soaked into her already saturated diaper. A warm trickle ran down her thigh as it leaked from the sudden release. Her large handgun immediately found its way into her hands on instinct as she turned around. The alley still seemed dim and deserted. High walls of decaying apartment complexes on either side shaded her from the sun’s sweltering gaze. The map dismissed in her hud visual indicators of the source of the shattering bottle were forming. Behind a second dumpster fifteen feet or so further into the alley. Irritated with herself for being so on edge by the whole situation she slowly went to check it out. It was probably nothing anyway. Bridgette couldn’t have been more wrong. The heavily augmented, muscular brunette gasped when it came into view. She’d seen dead bodies before, but not like this… Faint whirring and clicking of servos activating grew audible. He… or she should have been lifeless, unmoving but the augments in their hand continued to remain active. The body’s arm was outstretched on the ground. Its fingers slow scraped the asphalt repeatedly as if it was trying to drag itself along. Flesh worn away into bloody smears by the repetitious movements and the spine chilling sound of metal and bone scraping against the ground turned Bridgette’s stomach. It continued to claw at the ground, trying to move itself to no avail. Bridgette took a step closer, still keeping her gun trained on the face down body. Slowly she crouched down next to it. In the squatting position she could feel the sodden padding pulled taught against her skin, squishing the almost gel like material against her womanhood, wringing a few drops of pee from the diaper into her skirt. She tapped the muzzle of her gun against the side of it’s face. A tangled mass of hair hid their features. A few more taps with no response satisfied her. Whoever it was… well they were definitely dead now and had been for quite some time by the looks of the swelling. Fortunately for her olfactory augments dampened the intensely unpleasant smell of a decomposing body otherwise she would not have been able to stomach getting so close. The whole body suddenly convulsed. Bridgette scrambled to her feet stumbling back. “What the fuck...” She could only stare as the sound of decomposed flesh and sinew tearing came from the body. The stronger augment in the arm and hand of the body had pulled itself free separating at the shoulder with a sickening pop. The grizzly sound and sight of the arm extricating itself from the deadweight of the corpse caused Bridgette to recoil in fear. Worse yet it her bowels moved of their own accord in response. The head of security grimaced as she felt it happening. By the time she realized what she was doing in her diaper it was too late to stop it. She pushed a large semisolid mass into the already soaked garment. The soft waste deformed and flattened into a formless pile underneath her rear making the soggy diaper bulge even more underneath her skirt. Brackish congealed blood oozed from the separating socket and mid accident she stepped forward, placing the sole of her shoe on the arm preventing its escape. Through the team link she barked at everyone. “I’ve found something, get to my position immediately. Lynd, get Emelie. She’ll want to see this...” Her hand wandered to the back of her skirt gingerly feeling her full diaper through the professional business attire. The fact that she’d messed herself seemed almost trivial compared to what she had found but it wouldn’t do to stay like this but she couldn’t just leave the biggest lead they had. Bridgette opened the comlink again and meekly added. “and somebody bring me a change...”
  4. This was just a one off. It's possible more in the future will come but at the moment I have other things in the works.
  5. Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.
  6. First off, thanks for the translation! So, here's a quick guide on how to knock every girl out, it's not perfect as for that you need at least 210bpm for the double ko but I'll post it up anyway. If it's just a number it can be done in any room, if it requires a specific room it will say. 190+ will cause them to faint with the opportunity for one action. 210 will cause them to fully pee themselves and faint with the opportunity for two actions. Blond (Kotomi Tachikawa) #4 -> children's room #9 226 blue hair (Sayuri Sunagawa) #5 -> #8 -> hall #9 215 purple hair (Moroka) #2 -> #4 205 black hair (Mayuko Nakama) living room #9 -> bedroom #9 196 light red hair (Midori Ogio) children's room #10 -> bathroom #9 205 (bedroom #9 196) light brown hair (Gora Sachiko) #4 -> #8 211 brown hair (Kiyomi Arisugawa) #1 -> bathroom #9 205 (children's room #10 only 190) shorts girl (Sora), #8 -> bedroom #9 -> bathroom #10 227
  7. You're definitely not alone, although personally it plays into a larger theme of embarrassment and humiliation for some of us. We really enjoy the dichotomy of a proud tough woman, in this instance soldier types (since we're on the subject of firearms) having accidents and wearing such humiliatingly childish garments or in this instance vice versa with the genders for you. A strong woman who should be able to but still can't keep her pants clean, mm yes please. I have no comment as far as the ethics or morality of fetishizing such matters go because as far as I'm concerned it's just a fetish especially if it's just drawing. For example, Livinginfinite's art.
  8. There's a small contingent of us who enjoy fear and soiling as well as wetting content! Welcome to the club. That was an enjoyable little read.
  9. Missed this when you first posted it, despite some spelling/grammar errors I quite enjoyed it. Not enough fear and actiony content of this type.
  10. I come bearing christmas gifts. Some fun little statistic cards of all the leading ladies done by a good friend of the Council LeakyPanties. As well as a new chapter below, enjoy. Music, lights, alcohol lowering her inhibitions. It made it easy to lose herself and just dance with Aria. The biggest distraction was the drink she’d imbibed earlier making itself known. The irritatingly familiar sensation of a full bladder tried to coax her away from the dance floor, but Aria was having none of it. Each time she stepped away or glanced towards the restrooms, Aria seemed to pounce. Circling around behind her she would wrap her arms around Emelie’s chest and nibble on her ear. Or, she’d teasingly run her fingers down her back and squeeze her ass. “Come on Aria, I need to take a break.” Emelie said nervously through their private channel. Aria’s eyes glittered in the pulsing light of the club. She had the look of a predator on her face again. “Fine, I’ll get another drink. Run along to the potty.” she said after a moment. Emelie was surprised she relented, expecting more of a game from her. Blushing at the toilet being referred to as the potty she kept her mouth shut lest Aria change her mind. Squeezing her way through the throng of dancing bodies Emelie retreated from the dance floor. It was moments like this that weighed heavily on her. She contemplated the impacts the changes had on her life so far. Always feeling like she needed to be close to a bathroom, undermining her confidence in general, worrying about her male coworkers taking her seriously and of course… the obvious. There was a line outside the women’s room. The line wasn’t too long fortunately but still… she would have preferred not to wait at all. Emelie glanced over her shoulder towards the men’s room. “Shit!” the woman in front of her gasped, suddenly jamming her hands between her legs. A brief change into thermal sight confirmed the obvious. She was using her diaper and the woman two places ahead of her appeared to have already soiled herself as well. Emelie sighed, feeling a sympathetic twinge in her bladder coax another dribble into her padding. The leak caused her to straighten up. She inhaled loudly, clenching her thighs together in an effort to preclude the leak from turning into a deluge. “Fuck it.” she hissed under her breath. Screw waiting in this line… Marching towards the men’s room she threw the door open as waves of desperation began to grow more urgent. The toileting status module icon in her implant was once again starting to flash. Bladder capacity eighty-nine percent full! She groaned, opening the door. Having to pause to get a hold of urges she thrust one hand between her legs to hold herself. The damp sensation reminded her of earlier in her office… when she’d just flooded her pull-up rather than trudging to the bathroom again. She could just do that again… Emelie, tempted by the thought shook her head as the stalls came into view. No… already she could feel her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at the memory of earlier. The few men inside stared at her for a moment as she hobbled past them. One opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but a sharp glare preempted any attempts at conversation. The bathrooms were surprisingly quiet, thick sound deadening material dividing the sleek restroom from the rest of the noisy club. Ninety-one percent… the icon was really flashing now. Kicking open the door since both hands had become jammed between her legs revealed the porcelain throne. Urgency spiked seeing relief within her grasp. A long guttural groan escaped her mouth as she felt a slow trickle starting tickle her lips. Emelie could feel the soft padding starting starting to warm beneath her fingers. Ninety… eighty-eight… eighty-seven percent… it took all of her strength but with the help of a childish potty dance she managed to stop pissing in front of the stall. Stepping forward triggered the toilet to prematurely flush. A sudden noisy gush of liquid as water was sucked away. The agent froze in place, her quivering muscles buckled at the roaring rush. Eighty-five… eighty-one… seventy-six… sixty-eight… She was pissing, forcefully into her sentinel, feet from the toilet. An extended “nooooo” left her lips as she watched the meter as it continued to fall lower and lower, her protection growing warmer and wetter. Emelie stood there, in the stall, hunched over as she helplessly emptied her bladder. As the stream of urine continued to flow from between her legs she wondered just how much urine could one woman hold. Fortunately her pullup held for the most part. A solitary rivulet ran down her thigh before soaking into her pants. When it was finally over, she had to take a moment to catch her breath. “Fuck...” she finally mumbled. Reaching between her legs the squish of very sodden padding greeted her fingertips. At least it was pleasantly warm… but it felt wet… worryingly wet. It would need some time to really absorb by the padding. At least she didn’t have to trudge out of the men’s room in pissy slacks. Lest she attract an audience Emelie quickly retreated, soggy padding drooping wetly between her thighs. She had to get back to Aria before she suspected something. She found her by the bar, Aria took two glasses, handing one to Emelie. “Did my big girl make it to the potty?” she teased, really twisting the verbal knife. She balked at the question doing her best to awkwardly play off the inquiry. “Of course.” she lied through her teeth, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. Aria chuckled, taking a sip of her drink, staring straight at her. Emelie couldn’t tell if the shrewd business woman bought her lie. All she knew was it felt naughty, like she was lying to her mother. She tried not to break Aria’s unflinching gaze but caved, taking a sip of her fresh drink. Aria smiled after a moment. “Good good. Come on, I wasn’t finished dancing~” she said, dragging her back out to the dance floor. The same dancer that had been here the last time Emelie had visited was back, dancing on the stage. Song blended into song and before Emelie knew it they’d been dancing for at least another hour. To let the stress of the outside world melt away and just move to the rhythm with Aria was a much needed respite. The past week had been… stressful to say the least. Drunkenly they both kissed each other, their dancing at this point more just swaying to the beat. Locked in each other’s arms Emelie had forgotten all about her sodden pullup, enjoying her time with Aria. They kissed again, sloppily. Wet lips, smeared with saliva and lipstick, she couldn’t get enough of her. Emelie’s lips tingled each time they brushed against Aria’s. So enthralled with Aria, Emelie didn’t even notice her sodden pullup having grown clammy and cool. Nor did she notice the further irritation of her skin caused by her lack of a change. “Come on, let’s go back to my office~” Aria purred into her ear hungrily. The tone in her voice made Emelie’s knees quiver. She nodded, squeezing her tightly, kissing her once more. Like giggly young girls they made their way back to Aria’s office, fondling each other and snickering the whole time. “Someone can’t keep her hands to herself tonight~” Aria teased. Emelie grinned playfully back at her. “Look who’s talking~” The door to her top floor office hissed open as they tumbled through, nearly tripping over each other. As soon as the door shut behind them Aria turned to face her, wrapping her arms around her lower back. “Is there anything you want to tell me first sweetie~” she began. Emelie furrowed her brow, confused by the question. The raven-haired woman shook her head. She didn’t think so… unless… she meant… a hot blush began to rise in her cheeks again. Her completely saturated pullup… she’d forgotten all about it. Now however, she was keenly aware of the heavy padding chafing her skin. “Are you sure?” Emelie shuddered, pinching her thighs together. Aria continued staring through her. “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me I suppose I’ll just have to punish you~”. Emelie felt her heart flutter with excitement. They both enjoyed these games and the thought of being punished, dampened her already wet diaper. It was disgusting and wrong and childish and humiliating but… she couldn’t deny the allure. Lost in her thoughts she felt Aria’s hands on her pants, swiftly pulling them open. The smell of stale urine intensified as she let the trousers pool around Emelie’s shoes. There she stood, in the middle of Aria’s office with nothing around her legs except for one completely saturated pullup. “What’s this? My little girl couldn’t hold it?” she asked, admonishing her with the rhetorical question. Emelie groaned, covering her face with her hands. The humiliation was very… very real for the proud woman. She yelped when her inner thigh received a harsh swat from the olive-skinned woman. “I asked you a question!” she snapped. “I didn’t make it...” she blurted out, letting her hands fall helplessly to her side. “What was that Murtaziq?” she asked, pressing her fingers against the squishy padding. “I… didn’t make it to the toilet and I...” she paused, hoping Aria wasn’t going to make her say it but… the lingering silence and the expectant look told her otherwise. “and I peed my pants...” she admitted. “Tsk tsk tsk.” Aria chided, letting the awkward silence hang in the air for a while longer. Emelie squirmed under her dominant gaze. Circling around behind her she grasped the lapel of Emelie’s blazer and removed it, tossing it aside. One by one she was losing any semblance of maturity. After that her holster was removed Aria setting it carefully on her desk. “I think you’re far too immature to be playing with such a dangerous toy.” she teased. Emelie huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m not a child Aria I ju...” Aria interrupted it, a dangerous tone in her voice. “just spent the night dancing in your pissy diaper because you were too embarrassed to tell me you needed a change?” she retorted. “Probably gave yourself a rash too. I mean honestly Emelie, you know how obvious it was? Not only were you waddling back to me but about five minutes in it leaked all over your pants.” she said, covering her mouth as she broke into laughter at her expense. Another groan left Emelie’s lips, of course she had known the whole time. “Fortunately you didn’t pee all over my dance floor… though you wouldn’t be the first… my cleaning expenses have skyrocketed!” she exclaimed, removing her vest and unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall open. “Mmph, you’re really soaked.” she purred, draping her arms over her shoulders from behind, pressing herself up against her. One hand infiltrated her open shirt, squeezing her breast. Her other slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing along her skin. She knew the ultimate destination and she didn’t resist. Aria’s hand came to rest on the soggy padding pressing it against her groin. “Soggy soggy soggy.” she teased, kneading around the squishy material. She couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips against Aria’s hand moaning again as the warm, gel-like material rubbed against her sensitive spot. “Ohh yes, just like that.” she moaned, her voice quivering, breathy. Aria continued to tease her through her padding, digging her fingertips into her partner’s breast. “Naughty pissy little girls don’t get to have the fun they want~” she teased, biting the nape of Emelie’s neck. “W...what?” she asked, wincing at the nibble. Her voice laden with disappointment. Aria let her fingers linger for a moment longer before removing them from her groin. “You heard me.” she stated simply, grabbing the waistband of her pullup. “Pissy, little girls don’t get to have the fun they want.” she repeated “and what are you?” Emelie shrank against Aria, shutting her eyes. “don’t make me say it...” she implored but… she knew, when Aria had that tone in her voice… The silence continued until there was the slight rustling of Aria tugging up the front of Emelie’s pullup, forcing the warm padding against her folds eliciting a gasp of disgust and arousal from the raven-haired victim. “I’m... I’m a pissy little girl, I’m a pissy little girl!” she exclaimed rapidly. “I know! I think you need some discipline” It all happened so quickly, her head foggy from arousal, alcohol and the embarrassment. Em felt the rear of her padding suddenly pulled up. The wet squish of her soggy pullup being wedge between her shapely ass preceded the sensation of urine trickling down her thighs as it was squeezed from the saturated padding. Out of nowhere WHAP! Aria’s hand, swift and sudden, impacted her bottom. Catching the agent entirely off-guard she yelped in pain, flinching from the sudden spank. In response, her body betrayed her, stunned back into infantile levels of potty training. A noisy fllblatch and the seat of her sentinel sagged, pushed away from her ass by a mound of mushy poop. Aria furrowed her brow, wrinkling her nose at the sudden smell of a poopy diaper emanating from Emelie. “Nooo, not again..” Emelie whined, pulling herself from Aria’s grasp, tenderly touching the rear of her protection. Fortunately she’d only gone from fifty-seven percent full to ten percent but still… it left a noticeable bulge and a sticky sensation clinging to her ass. “Emelie! You’re supposed to do that in the potty, those little pullups aren’t meant for those kind of accidents!” Aria scolded her. Not letting her get away that easily she swatted at the exposed flesh of her outer buttocks. Emelie whirled around catching Aria’s hand, on the verge of tears. “I’m… I’m not playing!” she snapped angrily. Aria stared at the distraught woman for a moment before sighing. She nodded and leaned forward kissing her passionately on the lips. Emelie relaxed her grip, letting Aria’s wrist fall from her hand. “Here, look.” she said, pulling away from the sulking Emelie. She wriggled out of her jacket, tossing it to the couch before reaching behind her and slowly unzipping her dress, letting the silky fabric fall into a pool of cloth around her feet. Emelie’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Naked, save for the bloated and swollen diaper around her hips. The floral pattern on the front had all but faded. A darkened slightly yellow splotch covered the entire front of the obviously wet diaper. Slowly she turned around and Emelie could see a lumpy faint brown discoloration tenting out the rear of the diaper as well. “Do you see?” she asked, a slight hint of red coloring her cheeks at the reveal. “But when did you...” Emelie began. Aria waved her hand dismissively. “While we were dancing, it was an accident. By the time I realized I was going I just decided to finish in my diaper” “but… you’re so confident… you’re not embarrassed?” Emelie asked, feeling a bit better knowing she wasn’t the only one who had messed her diaper. Aria looked quite irritated by the question, blushing a bit brighter. “Of course I am… it is humiliating!” she snapped, cursing under her breath in a foreign tongue. She thwapped Emelie on the side of the head for the insulting question. “Soiling myself like a two year old, having my assistant change my diapers” she continued, restraining her irritation. “But it is the reality that we face Emelie and I’m not going to let this… little issue stand in the way of my plans.” she said, her frustration all but gone from her face, replaced with a sweet smile. “You adapt, and as disgusting as it is… I find the sensation of a full diaper to be… rather pleasant.” she admitted, reaching behind her and pressing the seat of her dirty diaper against her ass with a faint squelch. Aria shuddered at the action. Emelie looked revolted by the act but… she had done the same thing with her last accident. Just a little squish… “and so, I have accepted my situation. If I could stop wearing these accursed things tomorrow I would, without a second thought but for now I’ll do what I must. Do you trust me Emelie?” Aria asked, walking past her to the wall, hips swaying hypnotically. “Of course.” “Good.” Aria smiled pulling something from a drawer that receded into the wall. Returning, she held a large massager in her hand, a coy smirk on her face. “Come.” she said simply, moving to the couch. She sat down, paying little attention to the mess she had just sat in. A quiet moan escaped her lips. She lay back, squirming a little as she did. The vibrating head hummed quietly as it was flicked on. Aria pressed it against her sodden diaper and moaned loudly. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, her whole body tingled, she curled her toes and with all of her willpower paused for a moment. “Now, straddle my hips, you can put your knee on the couch.” she instructed, guiding Emelie until they were pressing their diapered hips together. “Ready?” Aria asked. Emelie looked hesitant. Couldn’t they change first… clean up? Having sex in a shitty diaper wasn’t exactly what she had pictured happening tonight but… she trusted Aria. The woman laying on the couch beneath her looked up, mouthing the word ‘adapt’ to her. Emelie nodded, biting her lip as she pressed her hips firmly against the vibrator. Aria flicked the device on again and both women let out a squeal of pleasure as arousal surged in their bodies. The vibrations dampened by the padding seemed to engulf their hips. They’d played like this before but this was different… far different. With the padding they could really grind against each other, pressing the massager firmly between them. The noises between them, the crinkling of the outer plastic shell, the squishing of the soggy padding, the squelches of the mushy messes, the hum of the vibrator and their gasps and moans. It was a strange symphony of pleasure as they both gave in, straining and sweating, humping each other like desperate schoolgirls. “C...closer” Aria stammered through shallow breaths. She reached around, grabbing Emelie by the bulging mound in her pullup and pulled her closer with a muddy squelch. The vibrations intensified and a surge of pleasure rushed through her, earning a long guttural moan as she pressed her ass against Aria’s hand. Wriggling and squirming at the disgusting but pleasurable sensation of her own mess being squished against her bottom she shuddered. At this rate it wasn’t going to take long to make her cum. Little spasms in her pelvic area accompanied her movements. She quivered and twitched each time she thrust her hips forward edging ever closer. Aria likewise slid her hand down to her own diaper, gently caressing the distended bulge. Her other hand held the vibrator tightly. Finally, she pressed her hand against the lumpy bulge, shutting her eyes. A higher pitched moan left her lips, she squeezed her thighs together. Aria, renowned businesswomen, mature, beautiful, wealthy… was climaxing in her shit filled diaper. The sight sent Emelie over the edge. One last thrust of her hips forward, the vibrations stimulating her clit was more than she could resist. She joined Aria, curling her toes as it happened, arching her back, collapsing against her partner’s chest, laying atop the olive-skinned woman. The pair lay there, in post-orgasmic bliss, the vibrator continuing to hum away between them. Little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through both of them coaxing a twitch or a dribble of cum or urine… neither could be sure which at this point. A small fetid puddle had accumulated underneath Aria, their combined ministrations resulting in a pair of leaky diapers. Silence enveloped them, both women keenly aware of what they’d just done… how enjoyable it had been… how ashamed they both felt. Neither wished to break the silence, it felt as if one would be assuming responsibility for what just happened if she were to speak up. The smell however… was getting unbearable. “We should… clean up.” Aria finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. The dopamine high was fading as was the warmth from their diapers. The sticky, clammy filth clinging to their skin far less enjoyable now and because of their… boisterous actions had spread around even further towards the front of their protection. Emelie nodded untangling herself from Aria, pulling herself up from the couch. Aria soon followed, brownish trickles running down her legs from the leaky diaper. Guilt… both of them felt it, they shouldn’t be enjoying this should they… they were grown women, they shouldn’t be messing their pants and then playing with it. Even the unflappable Aria was blushing. “Sorry about the couch… I think I leaked...” Emelie mumbled, gesturing to the small puddle on the faux leather cushion. “It can be cleaned.” Aria replied dismissively, opening the adjacent door from her office to a master bathroom. “Could I… have a moment of privacy to...” Emelie began, gesturing down to her dirty pullup. Aria sighed looking slightly irritated. Nevertheless, she acquiesced. “Go ahead.” she said, tugging at the sagging diaper around her hips, pulling it away from her skin. Emelie rushed into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. She tore the sides of her destroyed pullup away letting it fall to the ground with a splat before tossing her shirt aside. The water reacted to her presence and the shower automatically turned on as she stepped in. She didn’t dare look at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t bear to see herself again with shit smeared all over her ass and thighs. The murky brown water pooling in the bottom of the shower quickly turned clear as the water helped wash away her shame. An uncomfortable Aria stepped into the private restroom a few moments later. Emelie could hear the ripping of the tapes as she undid her own dirty diaper. She stepped into the shower, joining her under the steaming water. Emelie could see the shit smeared against her backside and stepped out of the way as the water in the bottom of the shower turned a murky brown. Aria turned to face her after rinsing off, there was a coy smile on her face. “I told you that you’d enjoy it.” she said simply as she reached for the soap. “I’d rather not talk about it...” Emelie said sullenly. “Suit yourself dear.” “Um… how did you get it to not… smell? Well… smell that bad.” Emelie asked. Aria raised her eyebrow “Oh, you mean my bowel movement?” Aria asked matter of factly. Em nodded as she shampooed her hair. “I’ve taken a layered approach to managing my incontinence.” she began. Emelie flinched, hearing her utter the words ‘my incontinence’ as if it saying it aloud solidified their condition permanently. “Obviously I can’t eliminate all of the smell but I’ve found two things help immensely… well three. I’ve tablets that I take with each meal that aid in digestion and help with the smell. The tape up kind are far better at containing the smell than your dainty little pullups. I’ve also come out with my own brand of powder. It helps keep your skin nice and dry not to mention suppressing any odors. It’s been selling like crazy.” Aria said with a laugh. Of course she’d find a way to profit off this, Emelie could hardly blame her. “Still haven’t come up with a name for it. Venom or toxin or something edgy like that. For bad girls who want to smell good.” she said with a giggle, amused at her own wordplay. Emelie couldn’t help but chuckle a little too. There was something morbidly fascinating with their desire to maintain a mature facade in the face of such a childish problem. “I’m sure you’ll think of something...” The two continued showering, lathering themselves with soap, forgetting all about what had just transpired. Emelie opened her eyes after washing her face. Aria was staring straight at her, hair matted to her face. “So, is this official now?” she spoke, catching Emelie offguard. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she played dumb. “What...” “You know precisely what I mean. Us, this… you, me.” Aria continued, a hint of exasperation in her voice. The sound of the water raining down was the only saving grace from an awkward silence as Emelie gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know where her aversion to commitment came from but she had a hard time saying yes to such things. “Aria I...” she started, taking a moment to think. She stared at the exotic looking woman. Under the running water her mouth felt dry. She liked Aria… a lot… but she liked her freedom… and Joshua… and… Her mind was racing. She had been spending more time with her lately, maybe she was trying to tell herself something. She looked up at Aria, her gaze unwavering. “Fine...” she choked out. “Fine?” Aria repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know, these things are often done with some excitement.” she ribbed her. Emelie blushed, her nervousness melting into a goofy smile. “yes… of course… that would be… I’d like that.” she stammered. Aria ruffled her hair, sending water flying everywhere until Emelie smacked her hand away. “Good~” Aria responded, satisfied with her answer, draping her arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Her fingertips traced along the wet flesh downwards and downwards until the two found themselves making love in the shower. Outside in the office hadn’t been enough and now, wet, naked, clean they ravished each other. When they finally returned to her office everything was tidied up for them. Emelie’s clothes had been cleaned, folded and hung up next to the door. Aria had a set of clothes waiting for her on her desk and on the coffee table, impossible to ignore were two thick diapers. Aria yawned, gesturing for her to lay down. “I’ll help you with yours.” Emelie grumbled, accepting the instruction, tossing her towel aside. “Fine, but I don’t need these thick ones.” she insisted. Aria simply chuckled dismissively. “Of course not dear, but they’re what I have.” Aria taped her into the thick diaper expediently giving her a liberal dusting of the powder she’d been talking to her about earlier. Once the tapes were fastened and Emelie was trapped in the snug fitting prison she patted the front. “Alright, my turn.” Emelie climbed off the couch, paling at the deafening crinkle coming from the garment. Even the smallest of movements elicited a noisy rustle from the damn thing. She was immediately grateful for her A ranking. She moved to pull on her suit as Aria whistled quietly, putting on her own diaper. Her trousers only just fit over the bulky padding. If she bent over she could feel the fabric pulling taught against her diaper bulge. “It’s so obvious...” she lamented. Aria glanced at her. “Oh quit complaining, every woman in the damn city is wearing something similar. You can change in the morning. Come on, I’m exhausted.” At the mention of being exhausted, Emelie had to suppress a yawn as well. She too was quite tired. Emelie didn’t bother tucking in her blouse and as soon as Aria was dressed the pair departed. The club was still bustling with activity but the crowd had thinned substantially. It was getting late. “Senya, you know what to do.” Aria told her assistant as they walked past. She gave a curt nod towards her boss. “I know you have work tomorrow so you can drive. Let’s go to my place, I want to sleep next to you.” Walking out to the street Emelie’s sedan slowly glided up to them. “Milady.” She opened the door for Aria, snickering at the overly dramatic gesture of politeness. Aria shook her head. The pair sped off into the brisk evening, bathed in neon light. While Aria didn’t have ultralux money she was certainly a tier above Emelie’s standard of living. The raven-haired agent always forgot just how nice Aria’s small penthouse was. She had a decent view of the city, downtown loomed in the distance and you could even see the PrivSec building from the balcony. For just a moment, she allowed herself to fantasize about living there before Aria dragged her to the bedroom. “It is time for sleep.” She announced. Emelie knew that tone of voice, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Emelie just nodded, yawning again as she stripped down to her padded undergarments. Aria did the same. In a few seconds flat the two collapsed into bed, curling up in each other’s arms. “Now class, I want you to welcome Ms. Blackstar. She came all the way from PrivSec to tell you about what being a Private Security agent is like, helping keep SANAM city safe!”. Emelie walked into the classroom, smiling at the young children rustling noisily with every step. There was something familiar about the teacher. Emelie couldn’t put her finger on it, the long dark hair, her olive skin. “Thank you Miss Mouzaya.” Emelie began, clearing her throat. “Yes, I’m Field Commander Blackstar. I have my own...” An audacious little snot interrupted her. “Is it true you wear diapers?” one of the faceless children asked. Emelie balked at the question, cheeks turning bright red. She squeezed her thighs together feeling the crinkly bulk between them. “I heard they all do because they pee their pants.” another voice spoke up, the classroom tittering with amusement. “N… no of course not I...” “Look, you can totally see it!” a more astute student opined. “She is wearing a diaper!”. The tittering grew into uncontrolled giggling. Emelie glanced towards the teacher, a pleading look on her face to get her unruly classroom under control. “Now now class, settle down. Just because Agent Blackstar wears a protective undergarment doesn’t mean she’s any less of an agent.” the teacher began. Emelie felt faint, this was not what she had expected the teacher to say. “Sometimes she gets frightened and has an accident. It’s quite common for women in her line of work.” The teacher explained as if it was perfectly normal. All Emelie could do was stand there, speechless. “In fact, I think it would help if you showed them so they could see.” she added. Her eyes widened, she shook her head but could feel her hands moving to her waist. Undoing her belt, pulling her pants down to her knees revealed the shamefully thick diaper. “See class? It’s perfectly normal.” The young children burst into laughter at the sight of the grown woman displaying her huggies to them. She choked back her embarrassment. “Those are baby diapers!” she could clearly hear one accusatory tone. “N...no, it’s the Titan it’s not...” she argued before being interrupted by another. “My baby sister wears one just like that! It has the same patterns.” Seemingly content with her role in the presentation the teacher had returned to working off her computer leaving Emelie to face the children herself. The pink pastel pictures and designs that adorned her diaper would be more fitting on something a toddler would wear… not a grown woman. She clenched her fist angrily “Th...they’re not baby diapers!” she insisted again, pants still around her knees. “Look, she’s peeing her diaper!” someone announced. A hushed ‘ooooh’ fell over the room as she felt it. The warm, wet sensation, the trickling stream of urine tickling her lips. Emelie gasped in surprise. Letting go of her pants entirely she opted to jam her hands between her legs. She could feel the padding starting to grow soggy between her fingers. “She’s going potty in her pants.” another child noted with glee as Emelie uncontrollably urinated in front of the class. Tears of humiliation trickled down her cheek. The teasing words of the children blended into a sea of noise. Finally she finished wetting herself. The thick padding was absolutely soaked. It felt ten times heavier than it had been when it was dry. Nearly every single inch was swollen with urine, her thighs pushed even further apart. How had she even peed so much? “As… as I was saying” she attempted to persevere despite her now soggy state. A boy in the first row stood. Fishing something out of his pocket she yelped in surprise stumbling back in fear at the sight of a gun. The rainbow hued plastics of a child’s squirt-gun caught the experienced agent by surprise. Her bowels slackened in terror. As she fell backwards she soiled her diaper noisily in front of the children. A loud, chunky, wet release was enough to cause her diaper to bulge substantially before she hit the ground. Falling with a dull splat she shut her eyes, grunting as she completely voided her bowels, filling her diaper. She sat there, shoulders against the wall still pushing semisolid poop into her diaper. The class had erupted into raucous laughter at this point. The teacher oblivious to the goings on, simply whistling a tune to herself as she typed away at the keyboard. “She pooped her diaper!” one exclaimed with particularly malicious glee. “Eww she pooed!” another shouted. “Ms. Mouzaya, Emelie pooped her diaper.”another announced. That finally got the teacher’s attention. She glanced up from the computer as Emelie slowly pulled herself to her feet, sniffling. “Oh dear… Thank you class.” Due to her unfortunate fall a fetid discolored puddle had been left on the floor where she’d sat. Brownish liquid dripped from the outer shell of the garment. Even worse, brown ooze clung to her thighs where her fall had forced it past the leg guards, squishing it against her skin. The teacher circled around the horrified agent clicking her tongue. “Normally I would send her to the nurse but since she’s leaking I can’t have her leaking all over the hall. We’ll have to change her in the classroom.” The children all giggled volunteering to help. Emelie could only shake her head and reach for her pants which had mysteriously vanished. “Th… that’s not necessary I… I think I’d rather just be going… I have a change in my car I...” she was shushed by the teacher who firmly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards what could only be described as a diaper changing table. “But I won’t fit on that...” “We’ll make do, now up.” Miss Mouzaya commanded. She crawled onto the changing table, staring at the ceiling. One of the children brought an even thicker diaper than the one she had initially been wearing. “Oh, good thinking. I don’t think she’s ready for a Titan. She really ought to be wearing a colossus.” she agreed, more giggles coming from the children. “I guess she’s not ready for potty training yet. Remember class everyone learns at their own rate. “I… I am potty trained.” Emelie protested weakly. “I am...” She awoke with a start, Aria was stroking her hair. “Of course you are. Of course you are.” her girlfriend whispered comfortingly. A cold sweat blanketed her face, making the air in the room seem cooler than it was. “Just a bad dream.” Aria cooed. Emelie instinctively reached underneath the sheets, feeling the fabric for the telltale wetness of a nighttime accident. The sheets were mercifully dry. “You were mumbling something about being potty trained and having quite a fit.” Aria explained. Emelie blushed brightly, recalling brief moments from the dream. “C’mon, I’ll help you change.” Aria whispered. Emelie responded with a confused noise… right… the diaper… she groaned, pressing the fingers against the front of the padding. Soaked… “I can wait until morning...” she mumbled, still groggy. Aria began to get a little annoyed “No you can’t, you messed your diaper in your sleep!” she announced. The color drained from her face. She had what? “N...no I didn’t.” she reacted the only way she knew how. Wetting her bed was one thing but to have so little control she voided her bowels while she slept. Her lip quivered, Aria took her hand and pressed it right against the faint bulge with a squelch. “Good thing I put you in one of those...” Aria mused as she pulled the sheet away exposing her well used diaper. Aria’s own diaper was utterly soaked but she hadn’t soiled it like Emelie. After that dream she wasn’t in any mood to resist. Aria gathered the supplies to clean up after her little accident. Tired, frustrated, humiliated Emelie didn’t fight it. Aria opened the diaper and quickly wiped her down until she was once more clean. Fortunately it wasn’t nearly as bad as her dirty diaper earlier in the evening. Emelie fell asleep before it was finished , woken briefly by Aria tucking her in as she rejoined her in bed. “Mmmthanks.” she mumbled before falling back asleep for a scant few dreamless hours. Morning arrived and everything seemed like a distant memory. Her diaper was barely even damp, though… the vague recollection of what had happened during the night ensured she didn’t celebrate prematurely. Hopefully Aria wouldn’t mention anything. Speaking of which. Emelie rolled over, seeing the sleeping woman brought a smile to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning Murtaziq” she mumbled. “Go on and get ready for work.” she said, shooing her out of bed so she could go back to sleep. Such was the benefits of making her own hours. Emelie chuckled and nodded, kissing Aria on the forehead before crawling out of bed. First thing first, bathroom. Wandering into the toilet she tore the diaper from her hips and plopped down to relieve herself. There was something admittedly satisfying watching the bladder level bars in her ocular implant decrease as she emptied herself. She sat on the toilet as more of the dream came back to her. It reminded her of the time spent doing outreach while she was still SAPD. Visiting classrooms, talking to children… it was like a warped memory… an extremely warped memory and that teacher… that was Aria! She shook her head, wishing she could forget everything about the dream. It just seemed so wrong. Regardless, it was time for a new mission. That was always something to be excited about. With all the paperwork finished yesterday she wondered what would be available today! She wanted to be early before all the good missions were taken. Hopefully Hagar wasn’t too angry with her. After that chewing out yesterday though she couldn’t be so sure. Splashing cold water on her face she stared at herself in the mirror. “You’re a grown ass woman, you can do this.” she encouraged herself, feeling like she needed a bit of a pep talk. Rummaging through Aria’s dresser she grabbed a pair of panties. Surely Aria wouldn’t miss them. Emelie felt a bit guilty slipping them up her legs but she still had that package of protection at work. She hated that it had come to it but she could change into one when she got to her office. She heard Aria’s mumbling voice from the bed. “Don’t have an accident in my panties….” Emelie blushed, deciding not to argue with her. Pulling on the rest of her clothes was a quick affair. She didn’t even think about the implications of wearing the same suit two days in a row… though she’d spent most of yesterday in her office slaving away over paperwork. The only person who’d really seen her was Hagar… and that harpy Veronica…. In a few short minutes Emelie was out the door and taking a seat in her car. Her stomach growled hungrily, she pined for a cup of coffee but she wasn’t going to risk it. She knew the route from Aria’s place could often have traffic heading towards the PrivSec building in the morning and wearing panties… she shuddered at the thought of another accident. Things were finally settling back into some semblance of normalcy. No Lynd talking her ear off, no having to rely on Joshua for a ride in his ridiculous sports car. Just silence, enjoyable silence. Her implant vibrated in her ear… it seemed her enjoyment of solitude was short sighted. “Lynd… Can I help you? You know work doesn’t start for...” she paused, glancing at the time. “an hour or so.” Em spoke through the private call. “Yeah, so? You didn’t come home last night, were you out with that Wraith more or didja have a hot date?” she asked, prying for information like they were close friends. There was something endearing about the younger woman’s enthusiasm but Emelie wasn't in the mood. “I’ll see you at work Lynd.” she said curtly, hanging up the call. She shook her head, reclining in her seat as the car drove itself to the PrivSec building. She stepped out of the car at the front gate, letting it go park itself as she made her way once more into the office. Already she was feeling a twinge of desperation. A quick check and she wasn’t even at 40% capacity yet! The decision to skip coffee earlier was proving to be a wise choice. It was odd, as she walked through the lobby she almost felt self conscious. So many women were obviously diapered under their professional attire. A thin awkward veil of normalcy hung over the lobby as they all pretended nothing had changed. Emelie could see or hear the telltale hints that they were wearing some level of protection. She started to think about what Hagar had been telling her yesterday about the department of compliance. She swallowed dryly and stepped a bit more quickly towards her office before she was caught without the proper protection on. Unlike the prior day Hagar wasn’t waiting for her when she departed the elevator on her floor. She breathed a sigh of relief, making a beeline for her office where she’d left the package of Sentinel pullups. She would change, visit the restroom assuming the construction was done, and then peruse the new mission offerings. Everything went according to plan which seemed like a miracle given the past few days and the likelihood of her plans to fall apart. There was only a few other people on her floor at this time of morning. Making it to her office without having to interact with anyone else was a cinch. With the door locked behind her she quickly stripped off her bottoms before removing one of those accursed garments from the packaging. Emelie couldn’t wait until they were available without the cutesy prints. She swallowed her pride… again and slid them up her legs one foot at a time before the thin layer of padding once more hugged her hips. She took a deep breath, confidence slowly returning as she hastily tugged up her slacks over the discrete protection. Once she was properly dressed for work she hurried to the dispatch office. It was still early! Hopefully there would be some prime missions available, she wrung her hands together with excitement. That last mission hadn’t gone… exactly as planned, but in the end it had been a success… even if she did get chewed out for some of the… minor details. “Blackstar, I see you got the message.” a familiar voice called out. She blushed at Hagar’s insinuation. Was it really that obvious? Emelie scrambled for a moment, adjusting her slacks. “Relax, I was just testing you. I’m glad you’re following orders. I’ve got your next dispatch here.” he continued, handing over a manila envelope. She furrowed her brow in surprise. That didn’t normally happen. Hagar could see the confusion on her face. “Open it, seems like the Division Ruine boss was impressed with how you and your team handled that last mission he requested you and your group for another assignment… despite the smell.” Hagar quipped, much to Emelie’s displeasure. Emelie snatched the envelope from his hand huffing at the comment. “Assuming it’s vetted?” she asked, tearing open the envelope. “Just the general requirements. Sounding like another Grade B, you’ll look like a real hotshot if you get two done in one month.” She began reading the missive. It certainly was odd in this digital city to receive an actual, physical document. Attempting to read however would be more accurate. She stared blankly at the loopy script adorning the paper. It was as foreign to her as the life of the ultralux, far above the city. “Uhhh...” Emelie squinted her eyes, staring intently at the paper as if it would suddenly make sense if she stared at it longer. Hagar blinked, glancing at the paper before back at Emelie. “… wait… are you serious? Goddamn degenerate youth of today.” he muttered, snatching the paper from her hand. “It’s cursive Blackstar. What are they even teaching you kids in school today.” he shook his head. “You’re not even ten years older than me!” Emelie shot back. “Old enough it seems.” he groused. “Dear Miss Blackstar. I am requesting the services of you and your team…. Dear Miss Blackstar? This guy really is old fashioned. Anyway, where was I? your team. “A matter of a certain… sensitive nature has arisen at Division Ruine and I find myself in need of your services. Given we have established a good working relationship I trust that I can count on you. Signed Robert Walker. Seems like you really made an impression on the man Em, or maybe he goes for black hair and an inability to file expense reports on time.” Emelie punched him in the arm. “Very funny Hagar.” she snatched the paper back from her boss as he rubbed his arm. He shook his head as he walked away, glancing back over his shoulder. “Remember, we’ve got an image to uphold.” he said before leaving. A blush graced her cheeks, she wisely kept her mouth shut. She informed the rest of her team they had a mission details to follow later. Walking to one of the company cars Lynd immediately called her. “Whoa, already? A mission? Who’s it for, what are we doing, do we get to shoot anybody?” A barrage of questions came over the comlink. Emelie sighed dramatically. “You’re the team watcher, so just watch.” she responded curtly. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re no fun?” Lynd’s voice chimed back. “Yes, more than one person in fact. I don’t know any of the details yet. That’s what I’m going to see now. He wants to brief me in person it seems. You can make yourself useful and do me a favor. Find out everything you can about Robert Walker.” she ordered. There was a brief pause. “Anything in particular you want me to look for?” she asked. Emelie was slightly surprised, she’d expected a bit more resistance from the girl. It seemed she might fit into the corporate structured lifestyle after all. “I don’t know...” she mused “Just get me some light reading for the car ride.” Twenty minutes later a notification appeared in her ocular implant, Lynd worked quickly it seemed. The engine of the PrivSec suv thrummed quietly as it drove towards the office she’d been at just days before. Using the integrated holoprojector built into the dash she began to peruse the report. It began with his younger days, before Division Ruine. Emelie wasn’t sure if it showed off either how good Lynd was or how vast the PrivSec databases were. Either way, there was enough information to distract her for the majority of the drive. She learned everything from his favored brand of cigars, to Division Ruine’s profits… for the past ten years, even his suspected favorite color was listed though… she had a feeling Lynd was just messing with her when the report said chartreuse. The familiar building came into view and the truck slowed as it pulled around to the entrance. Emelie dismissed the boxy, armored vehicle, it slowly rolled away as she set it to surveillance mode. Bridgette was already waiting for her as she approached the door. Emelie’s eyes drifted downwards. It was plain enough. Underneath the muscular woman’s tight fitting skirt was the faint but unmistakable rectangular lump of thick padding. Emelie blushed slightly, quickly look back up at her face before she was caught staring. The woman extended her hand, grasping Emelie’s own, shaking it firmly. “Good to be working with you again. The boss wanted outside help with this. He’s expecting you.” she greeted, opening the door for Emelie. Em nodded and walked in as the brunette security officer shut the door behind her. It wasn’t quite as tense as last time she’d been here. This time she didn’t have to tell the leader of one of the larger gangs in SANAM city that she needed to deal with some of his organization. This time she was here on his request. It didn’t take long at all until once again she found herself in front of the heavy oaken doors. They swung open, Bridgette escorted her inside. Walker sat in his full backed leather chair, waving his hand in the air, dismissing a set of reports projected above his desk. “Come in.” he requested, slowly standing to meet her. Bridgette shut the door behind them. Walker took a moment before returning to his chair after a firm handshake. “I know your time is valuable as is mine. I’ll get down to it.” he began as Emelie sat, Bridgette sitting to her right. He intertwined his fingers leaning forward. His body language alone was enough to tell Emelie the gravity of the situation. It took a lot to make Emelie uneasy but dealing with Walker, the kind of man who could ruin a person on a whim brought a certain anxiety. The last time she’d been here he had executed one of his sons… without a second thought and then thanked her for it. She swallowed dryly but remained stoic. Just like last time, the network activity in the room dropped, the signal status in her ocular implant dropped to zero percent. “One of our own decided to…. appropriate a very advanced product… advanced and… experimental.” he began, his measured speech slow and deliberate. “As you may… or may not know Division Ruine manufactures some very advanced pieces of technology I am quite proud to say. We’d been having some trouble in retrieving our leased augmentations from those no longer with us. SPD paperwork can be so bothersome, but I don’t have to tell you that. Then there’s also the matter of dealing with the family’s and their objections to post-mortem surgery...” Emelie tensed, she wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about but she had a sinking suspicion in the pit of her stomach. “So, we devised a method of control… if they had the augments to support such a thing of course. A way for the augments to return themselves to us if you will before they become property of the SPD coroners.” he said, a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his voice. Emelie interjected, looking quite pale as she realized what he was speaking of. “Augment activity must cease upon hosts death… that’s the law s….” she said before he cut her off. “Don’t quote Corporate Council law at me!” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “As I was saying, it was experimental. Perhaps one of the poorer ideas I approved for development.” he mused, pausing for a moment to recompose himself. “It was tagged and archived. It would be a bit too grizzly to have corpses dragging themselves down the street to a Division Ruine warehouse for processing, not to mention the attention it would attract but I digress. An… enterprising individual decided to abscond with the Summoner project and appropriate it for his own misdoings… thieving scum” Her jaw tightened “So you want this Summoner project destroyed?” she asked. He nodded “In more ways than one. He’s begun calling himself The Summoner.” Walker added with a roll of his eyes. “I’ll transfer you all of the files pertaining to him.” He held out his hand and Emelie acquiesced, grasping it, shaking the man’s hand again accepting the file transfer. There certainly was a lot to digest, she could look at the specifics later. “Extrajudicial executions have to be cleared first… there are proper channels for these kinds of things Walker.” Emelie began, wishing she could bring herself to be a little more forceful. He stared at her nonplussed “What he’s been doing warrants a killing, it’s all documented. I’m paying PrivSec handsomely for this. It won’t be a problem.” he spoke with an icy tone. “I only have one stipulation, Bridgette will accompany you for this. Obviously as chief of security this is her mess to clean up.” he paused, glancing at the muscular woman who paled at the look. “Sorry, make that two stipulations. Though, this should hardly be of any trouble. Under no circumstances are you to mention of Division Ruine’s involvement with the development with the Summoner project.” he insisted with a tone that said it was not up for discussion. “Unfortunately a squad of my own would be too risky. If Division Ruine attempts to apprehend him I believe he will make public knowledge the details of the Summoner Project and given his connections as an ex employee… I would be less than pleased with that result. A PrivSec team however… well his activities warrant such action, it’s to be expected sooner or later.” She had to admit, it made sense. Walker wasn’t the type to reach for outside help lightly. Everything that Lynd had compiled for her seemed to indicate he kept operations within the organization. If word got out that they were reanimating augments still installed… the Council would bury them. Emelie glanced towards Bridgette who was nervously drumming her fingers across her thigh. “I think we can accommodate her in our operations.” she concluded. The brunette looked visibly relieved and Walker appeared pleased. If Emelie didn’t know any better she would have guessed Bridgette had just peed in the thick diaper beneath her skirt. “Good, good. I was certain we would come to an understanding. Update me when you know more. Bridgette, don’t fuck this up.” he said harshly. Clearly, she was in the dog house until this matter was resolved. Bridgette nodded “Yes Boss.” Emelie nodded as well. She hadn’t even noticed by the time their meeting finished her bladder was just passing seventy-five percent full. She squeezed her thighs together, the faint rustle of her pullup barely audible with her enhanced hearing. Just like that, the meeting was over. Her signal returned and idle network activity resumed around her as he lifted the communications blackout around the office. “See her out Bridgette.” The larger woman nodded again and stood from her chair gesturing for Emelie to follow. She quickly stood, shaking Walker’s hand once more. The firm grip of his hand locked around hers as their eyes locked loosened a dribble of warm urine into her padding. “The pleasure was mine Ms. Blackstar.” Emelie simply smiled at him before departing with Bridgette. The pair breathed a collective sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. “Hell of a boss...” Emelie said with a chuckle to lighten the mood. “Tell me about it...” Bridgette groused, walking with the distinctive awkward gait of a soggy diaper between her legs. “Um… bathroom?” Emelie asked. Bridgette nodded, blushing at the sodden warmth in her own ‘underwear’. She too needed the bathroom but for a change… “Just follow me.” The sleek door opened for the both of them revealing a nicely furnished bathroom. Walker’s tastes didn’t end at his office it seemed. Marble tiles lined the wall. Everything was this blend of present and past that juxtaposed in a strange but aesthetically pleasing way. If she had Aria’s money this might be the kind of decor she’d use in her own place. No sooner than making it to the stall door a furry black blur shot out from under the door past her feet. Emelie yelped in surprise flinging the door shut, stumbling backwards. Bridgette let out a rather girlish shriek of surprise punctuated by a muffled wet blort as the back of her diaper suddenly expanded to accommodate a soft mush expelled in fright. Despite noisily filling her diaper the security chief swung her leg and kicked the thing across the bathroom. It collided with a surprisingly metallic thunk. “God fucking FUCK!” Bridgette bellowed, panting heavily before tapping her ear. “One of your fucking pets escaped. I swear if you don’t get your lab in order I’m going to wring your neck… Of course I’m fucking pissed, it made me… Nevermind! Just take inventory. Make sure nothing else got out.” she shouted through her com. Emelie noticed her pullup was feeling awfully damp now, the meter now down to fifty-three percent and slowly dropping. She was still dribbling! She grimaced, straining her muscles to regain control of her bladder. Slowly the flow dwindled, stopping at forty-eight. At least she hadn’t soiled her pullup. The faint smell of a wet bowel movement caused her to double check. She patted the back of her pants, sighing in relief the smell wasn’t coming from her but rather the deeply embarrassed Bridgette. “You okay?” Emelie asked. The brunette dragged her hand across her face in irritation. “I can’t believe that made me shit myself. I’m a grown woman and I...” she said with a scowl, gingerly probing the seat of her skirt, feeling the diaper sagging heavily with shit. Emelie felt bad for the woman, being in her position wasn’t easy and only made more difficult by her body betraying her. “Well, you’re not the only one… that thing made me piss myself.” she admitted in a rare moment of candor and camaraderie with a fellow woman suffering a bout of incontinence. Emelie tugged the front of her slacks down revealing just enough of the pastel colored pullup and the slightly faded prints. Bridgette chuckled bitterly “Well, at least you didn’t load your pants.” “Fair enough...” Emelie responded before slipping into the stall to finish. It was definitely wet but it hadn’t leaked! She inspected the padding between her knees as she sat on the toilet. The garment had done its job, could probably soak up a fair bit more too. Emelie felt a major sense of accomplishment while sitting on the toilet, much like waking up dry the previous day. It only took a few moments for her to finish emptying her bladder. Much to her irritation it seemed like she couldn’t empty it all the way? The meter still read fifteen percent full! Maybe the damn thing was busted… she didn’t feel like she had to go anymore. Tugging up her protection she didn’t bother wiping, it was already damp she told herself. What difference did it make? Outside the stall Bridgette was standing bowlegged in front of a shelf that had unfolded from the wall. The smell from Bridgette’s dirty diaper had started to seep through her protection and leave a noticeable stench in the bathroom. Emelie wrinkled her nose. She held a large garment in her hand, the pink prints that adorned the white plastic casing brought a scowl to both their faces. Washing her hands Emelie noticed Bridgette’s hesitation, simply holding the garment. She looked so vulnerable standing there, not at all like the woman who could easily rip the bathroom door off its hinges if she were so inclined. “Do you need help?” Emelie asked after a few seconds of awkward silence. “...please.” Bridgette said in a subdued tone. “I’m still having trouble getting these damn things to fit right… I can never seem to get them tight enough… I guess it didn’t leak this time so that’s good.” she grumbled. Emelie nodded, walking over to the woman she plucked the thick diaper from her hands. “You could always try wearing you know… one of the pullup kinds.” Emelie mused. The brunette shook her head, blushing fiercely at the suggestion. “I did… it didn’t um… go well. Walker said I had to wear something thicker… didn’t want his precious wood floor warping from the puddles...” The statement caused Emelie to grit her teeth, disdain for the man welling in her like the rising tide. “He’s been pretty accommodating otherwise...” Bridgette said in Walker’s defense, seeing Emelie’s visible reaction. “Well, where do you want to do this?” Emelie asked, looking around. “Here’s fine...” Bridgette gestured to the wall as another panel folded open slowly lowering until it was parallel with the floor. She stared at it, slowly wriggling her skirt down past her messy diaper. Emelie had to resist smirking in her continence superiority. Unable to turn the tables on Aria there was a certain perverse enjoyment of having the powerful security officer subdued before her. Bridgette awkwardly attempted to climb onto the changing station without squishing the contents of her diaper against her backside any more than it had been already. After a few failed attempts she managed to get into a lying position looking off to the side, soiled diaper on display between her splayed open legs. “I appreciate your help...” Bridgette said, too embarrassed to meet the gaze of the woman whom she was thanking. “Well, we are going to be working together. Consider it practice in case we have to perform a field change while on the op.” Emelie said, enjoying Bridgette squirm at the subtle implication. “Hopefully not...” she grunted. The agent could see why Walker had insisted on thicker garments. It was already straining to contain the voluminous emission. The gusset tinged yellow, sodden with urine and the rear bulging heavily with shit. Emelie resisted the urge to make a comment, feeling a stab of guilt at her conflicted feelings. Remembering what Aria had taught her she ripped open the tapes, wrinkling her nose as the smell of filth intensified when the diaper was lowered. She certainly had made good use of this diaper. “Lift your legs” Emelie asked, using the dry bits of the diaper to wipe away filth from her womanhood as she removed it from under her. Disposing of the dirtied diaper she stared at the woman’s shit smeared ass, Emelie hated the idea that it could have been any one of her team laying in front of her. Another panel next to the changing station popped open revealing more supplies. Emelie had a sinking suspicion that the women’s bathrooms at PrivSec would resemble these after the construction was finished. Grabbing one of the wipes she reached down towards Bridgette’s clean shaven pussy. She hadn’t expected that, even she had a bit of hair down there. The cold wipe forced a yelp of surprise from the larger woman and a spurt of urine that soaked into the synthetic cloth wipe. “You almost pissed on me!” Emelie exclaimed. Bridgette turned even redder than before. “I’m sorry I just… it was really cold! I wasn’t expecting that! I told them to install a heater for them I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” she stammered another apology. “It’s fine it’s fine just control yourself.” Emelie grumbled hypocritically, delicately pinching the soaked wipe between her fingers, tossing it down the same chute she had disposed of the diaper with. Fortunately the rest of the change went as planned. A few more wipes and her toned skin was once again clean “Don’t worry about the table… it’s self sanitizing.” Bridgette muttered as Emelie disposed of the last wipe. “Up again.” Emelie commanded, unfolding the large diaper and positioning it under the thick woman. One by one she pulled the tapes snug and affixed them to the front of the garment, locking Bridgette back into her toilet for the foreseeable future. She quickly climbed off the table, fresh diaper crinkling loudly as she pulled her skirt back up, hiding her shame. “Thanks...” “Don’t mention it… I’m sure you’ll pay me back later.” Emelie said, offering her a smile. Bridgette just grunted at her and nodded as they both washed their hands before departing. “This way...”. The Division Ruine building was much less of a maze than PrivSec’s headquarters. A short walk and Emelie found herself back outside into the midday sun. “Keep me in the loop.” Bridgette called out to the raven-haired woman. Emelie’s car was already pulling up to the sidewalk, door opening for her. She sunk down into the driver’s seat the slight squish of damp padding underneath her. Before she had even gotten comfortable Lynd was already patching herself through. “Soooo, what did he say? Is it exciting? I bet it’s a super wild mission. Oh man, it’s going to be so cool.” she rambled on with her patented girlish enthusiasm. “Lynd stop… stop just. Calm down, let me get the rest of the team on the line.” Emelie grunted, patching Drake, Dianna, Taarna and Fiona into the call. Once everyone had connected she began. “If you haven’t already met her… our new team slicer is on the line with us. Lynd Revest...” she gave a blaise introduction, lowering the volume in expectation of a flurry of excited greetings. She let Lynd introduce herself to Dianna, Drake and Taarna, idly watching the traffic go by more interested in her prior interaction with Bridgette than the casual chatter between the team. Bridgette, like her was unaccustomed to the changes they were facing. Sure, Emelie had a position over her team but… not like Bridgette. She shuddered at the thought of trying to maintain respect of an entire organization while filling her pants like a toddler at the slightest provocation. “So… boss what’s the play? Boss?” Fiona’s voice brought her back from her thoughts. “It’s an elimination job.” she began. The silence over the line was palpable. These were the kinds of jobs that walked a fine line between legalities. “He says everything is documented and this guy… he’s no saint. I trust his judgment. It’s not just person though there’s experimental tech involved….” she paused, remember what Walker had spoken about. “He’s developed some… bad stuff. We’re talking implant function after termination.” she explained. The team remained silent listening to her every word. “First objective is to find the bastard. They don’t know where he is so we can’t move until we know at least where he is. After we do locate him second objective is surveillance. I want to know what his routine is, when he sleeps where he sleeps who he sleeps with what brand of toothpaste he uses to brush his teeth...” Lynd’s giggling slowly grew more audible as Emelie continued her demands. She hadn’t really seen this side of Emelie yet and to her it was apparently quite amusing. Emelie twitched, irritated by the insubordination. “You sound like… like one of those cops in a cop movie Em I want this and this and this!” Lynd teased. Drake’s snickering came in through the call. “Shut up Lynd! This is NOT the time! If I hear one more word from you...” Emelie shouted, trailing off, blushing brightly. “Like I was SAYING. Teams of two Fiona you work the streets with Dianna. Drake, you and Taarna do the same. I’ll work with Bridgette… that’s the other thing. We’ll have a tag-along their chief of security is going to be joining us. Lynd setup another channel she can join us in and let me know when it’s done. We don’t really know much about him other than in his employee file from his tenure at DR which I’ll distribute shortly.” A jumble of various “Yes ma'am” and other acknowledgments came in before Emelie promptly withdrew from the call taking a deep breath. Lynd was certainly making things more… lively, for better or worse. She groaned feeling the swollen padding between her legs, pressing hotly against her womanhood. Did she… during the call? Eleven percent… she had… without even noticing. Emelie grumbled angrily punching in the destination back to her office. A change and then it was time for lunch, her stomach growled ravenously in agreement with her idea. Definitely time for lunch.
  11. Thank you, also another picture of our proud heroine from the opening chapter done by jtarlipes. and I just wanted to throw out if you enjoy this kind of content, fear, wetting, soiling, humiliation and want to join a small discord group of like minded artists and authors send me a message! and an advertisement from this new world. More art coming soon!
  12. No I'm not dead! Nor is this story! Just needed a little break and then editing took a while but alas, I present to you the latest chapter. Also with some fantastic art of our main protagonist having a bit of an accident in her light blue suit by our good friend Hwcm. Without any further ado, the next chapter. The alarm in her aural implant vibrated, the time flashing red across her eyes, earning a groan from the still sleepy agent. What time had she even gone to bed? Still laying motionless on her bed she grunted, checking her bio-records. Three hours of sleep… “Wonderful.” she griped under her breath. At least today would just be paperwork and taking care of business in the office. Something was different though… something was normal? Her eyes shot open as she felt the sheets under her. Dry?! They were dry! Of course they were dry! Emelie leapt out of bed without a second thought dancing with excitement. “I did it!” she exclaimed proudly. Keeping her sheets dry at night seemed like an odd thing for the woman to be proud of, but in these trying times she’d take any victory she could retain. Emelie’s sudden jubilation proved to be a bit too much stimulation. She froze, feeling a sharp jet of urine warm her thighs. She let out a subdued yelp, awkwardly pinching her legs together. The flow stopped as she regained tenuous control of her bladder. As she desperately hobbled towards the bathroom, spurt after spurt ran down her legs, leaving a glittering trail of liquid on her floor. In her bathroom the rancid stench of her dirty pullup made her gag. Wet warmth dribbled over the hand wedged firmly between her legs. Each step loosened another gush, liquid trickling down her muscular legs. Her morning mishap slightly dampened her mood but still, she hadn’t wet the bed! For the first time in a week now she’d woken up with dry sheets! The proud woman reveled in her childish accomplishment as she finished emptying herself in the toilet. Glancing down at the pullup she swallowed her disgust at the brown stained garment; she’d have to do something about that. A knock at the door interrupted her revelry. “I need to shower, I’m soaked...” Lynd’s voice came through the door. “Okay okay, I’m almost done.” Emelie called back as she methodically wiped herself. That news brought a smirk to her face as she stuffed the dirty pull-up into the trash bin, loosely covering it with some discarded tissue paper. Emelie opened the door, looking smug despite the damp path leading from her bedroom to the bathroom. Arms folded over her chest, she stood in the doorway staring down at the shorter woman. “I woke up dry.” Emelie announced smugly. Lynd didn’t look amused by her host’s attempt to lord her continence over her. “Great… move...” she grumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Lynd recoiled in disgust as she moved closer to the bathroom. “Doesn’t smell like you did...” she mumbled. Emelie huffed, blushing faintly. “That was from last night before I got home.” she said defensively before moving out of the doorway “Whatever… I don’t care. I just want to shower.” the girl whined as she shuffled past Emelie. Lynd’s pullup made a wet squish with every step. Back in her room she rifled through her dresser; who needed those humiliating things anyway? She’d be fine just sitting around the office, maybe taking a bit of a nap at her desk. Show them all that she deserved her A-ranking in continence. She plucked another of her suits from the hangar, back to professional wear. Black with gold stitching, and a matching vest underneath. A bold choice for PrivSec, but she was feeling in her element this morning. Once dressed, shoulder holster hidden away under her jacket, she wandered into the kitchen where a steaming cup of coffee awaited her. While Lynd showered she reclined on the couch, flicking on the news with her implants. An attractive, platinum-blonde newscaster read the morning headlines, a stock ticker running across the bottom of the screen. “...and in a shocking late night revelation PharmaTek has acknowledged an unintended side effect of their latest Serum revision, which became publicly available just over a month ago. Their chief researcher, Dr. Howard Takemura, has indicated that he will be stepping down due to his involvement.” the woman began, doing her best to remain professional and hide her discomfort. Emelie leaned forward in her seat, eyes glued to the television screen as she listened. “He remained tight-lipped with details, but assured us that it is not life threatening. Here’s a clip of the press conference now.” The clip showed a sharply dressed man standing in front of a podium, his short salt-and-pepper hair slicked back. He cleared his throat “Regretfully, I have come to make a public acknowledgement that PharmaTek is now aware of an unfortunate side effect stemming from the Serum-5 series of anti-rejection products. While we don’t yet have all the facts, I want to stress that the side effects are not life threatening. Serum-5 is still extremely safe for the vast majority of the population.” He paused, and before he could continue reporters were already barraging him with questions. Emelie watched intently; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even paid attention to the news this closely. She was already clenching her jaw. The crowd of journalists continued: “Can you confirm the side effects for us?”, “Is it true Serum-5 is causing widespread incontinence?”, “Does pharmaTek have a roadmap to fixing Serum-5?”, “Are there plans to reissue stores of Serum-4?”, “How do you respond to the accusation that PharmaTek has been suppressing discussion of Serum-5 effects on the net?” The questions came at a rapid pace one after another. Emelie could barely discern what was being asked. Takemura cleared his throat, taking a moment to adjust his tie. “Once again, I would like to reiterate that Serum-5 is extremely safe for the vast majority of the population. PharmaTek is dedicated to the safety of all our customers, and we will work with all haste to correct the Serum formula.” he began, speaking over the throng of reporters. Silencing their audio with a wave of his hand he continued. “We’ve observed light to moderate bladder and bowel incontinence in women. At this time, we’re unsure of why this dichotomy exists, but are exhausting all options to determine a cause, and further, a resolution. “Mild...to moderate?” Emelie looked as if she might hurl her coffee mug into the TV. Takemura continued: “Unfortunately…” he paused, a strange look crossing his face for the briefest of instants, “We have no remaining stock of Serum-4, and anticipate a 3 to 4 month delay before we’ll be able to produce more.” Emelie nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. He was lying! He was fucking lying! Emelie saw it for herself… Well, not with her own eyes, but Nyx had seen it! If that shipment was any indication of things, PharmaTek still had plenty of stock left over. What had been loosely postulated conspiracy theories the night before now didn’t seem so far fetched… “...and I would like to extend our deepest apologies to any of our customers whom this issue may have affected. I sincerely hope you will bear with us while we work to make this right.” Shards of porcelain pricked her skin as the mug shattered in her crushing grip. Emelie winced as razor thin lacerations quickly formed on her hand. “Fuck!” she cursed, leaping to her feet shaking her hand. It was all bullshit! Why would he blatantly lie to them?! Anger gripped her, fear gnawed at her, but mostly icy cold betrayal washed over her. How could PharmaTek lie to them? Maybe that shipment was just a fluke. The corporate agent desperately tried to rationalize what he was saying. Her thoughts drifted back to one of her prouder moments of her life. Applying to the corporate training project for private security forces. Among all the applicants she had been selected among a select few others to join the elite ranks of the private security world. Thinking of how proud she’d felt sickened her, the taste of accomplishment turning to ash in her mouth. It didn’t make sense. She’d gone to a PrivSec-funded school. PrivSec patrols kept the neighborhoods safe, PrivSec grants helped her father buy their home. “Why would Privsec…” she mused. The television shut off as she walked in a daze towards the kitchen. “Why…” she murmured. The cold tap water stung her wounds as murky red tinged water pooled in the bottom of the sink. Emelie plucked a few shards of her mug from her hand before shaking it dry. “What is it, what’s happening?!” Lynd darted out of the shower, the younger woman’s hair still wrapped with a towel. “You were screaming…oh shit, your hand!” Lynd exclaimed. Emelie’s head jerked towards her, eyes wide. “Here, move!” Lynd acted quickly, grabbing the dermal spray as Emelie seemed to stare blankly at what she had available. “I can do it myself.” Emelie snapped at her, holding her hand out. The spray stung as much as the cold water. “Other side.” Lynd demanded. Em flipped her hand over and another quick spray soon followed. “Stupid handle broke off my mug.” Emelie mumbled. Lynd stared at her skeptically. “Ooookay.” she said, wrapping her towel around her chest. “I’m going to get dressed, then we can get going.” Emelie just nodded at the other woman, curling her fingers a few times. The spray set quickly; her hand felt a little stiff, but no worse for wear. Stepping back into the hallway a notification finally caught her attention. A message from PrivSec mechanical services.She glanced it over through her implant. Her car had been fixed! She briefly glanced over the invoice. It was all just a formality but she was curious. What it all meant she had only a vague inkling, She’d ask Joshua to explain it once and the resulting lecture had put her to sleep. It had been sent back some time during the night and was waiting for her in the parking lot! Granted, it wasn’t anything like Nyx’s Corsair but it was hers… and it meant they didn’t have to get a ride from Joshua or take a share car. After a few minutes spent gathering her thoughts Emelie rejoined Lynd in the main room just as she was tugging up her skirt. She briefly saw the disposable pullup before it was concealed by the skirt. She scowled for a brief moment, recalling what the chief researcher said during the press release. Doing her best not to think about it she beckoned Lynd to come along. “I’ve got my car back, so we don’t need to wait for that reprobate.” Emelie said with a chuckle. Lynd pouted “I think he’s nice...and kind of handsome too.” she added. Emelie rolled her eyes “Keep it in your pants.” What Emelie wanted more than anything was to call Nyx and discuss what she’d seen with her. She had no idea how to contact her though. Emelie would just have to wait until the mysterious silver-haired super soldier contacted her again; hopefully sooner rather than later. With her car set to autonomous Emelie reclined her seat, folding her arms over her chest. From the corner of her eye she could see Lynd repeatedly glancing over at her. She rolled her head to the right. “What do you want?” she asked. Lynd seized the invitation. “I have to know what you and that Wraith were doing last night!” she said excitedly. “At first I was going to ask her but she told me not to and I’m not dumb enough to try to mess with a Wraith but anyway I was watching tv and then I remember that I could tap into your implants as your team watcher since you left the connection open but it was just some boring warehouse but her car was soooo cool and she peed her pants… I can’t believe a Wraith really peed her pants!” Lynd exclaimed, finally stopping to take a breath. Emelie let her head fall back against the headrest, massaging the ridge of her nose between her fingers. “It’s honestly better if I don’t tell you Lynd.” she said, hoping that would placate the inquisitive girl. She cursed herself inwardly at forgetting about the implant share for team watchers. It had been a few weeks since they lost theirs. She must have forgotten to turn it off at some point. “Oh come onnnnnn” the blonde girl pestered her. Emelie stared at her, eyes narrowed with irritation. Lynd on the other hand mustered the cutest puppydog eyes she could manage. “Please~” she cooed. Emelie continued to stare at the young woman, Lynd’s color changing irises swirling with excitement. Slowly, she raised her seat to a more upright position. All the while the city passed by outside. “We’re figuring out what’s going on.” she said curtly. Lynd stared at her dumbly. ”Don’t make me say it… why we’re all… you know…” Emelie said awkwardly, gesturing at her groin. Lynd’s face lit up as she understood. “Ooooh, I see. Sooooo, what did you find out?” she asked, prodding for more details. Emelie held her finger up. “That’s it. If I told you any more...I’d have to kill you” she said with a wry smirk “You’re not funny…If you’re not going to tell me, the least you can do is stop so I can get some food. I’m starving, and you don’t have any food in your fridge.” “Yeah, me too.” Emelie grunted in agreement. She changed the waypoint used by the car’s autodrive function to the nearest passable fast food location. Lynd didn’t look all that enthused about having fast food yet again but the hunger nagging at her stomach kept her from complaining. A quick transaction later and the pair were filling their stomachs with another greasy meal, washing it down with generous gulps of coffee. The monolithic PrivSec building came into view. Before, it had filled Emelie with a sense of responsibility, purpose, power. This morning was different, she stared at it with unease before reprimanding herself for being paranoid. “Alright friendo, I’ll see ya after work. I’ve got my eyes on a place, so I’ll stop crashing on your couch.” Emelie glanced over and her and nodded as Lynd departed the vehicle. She sat in her car for a moment longer, just staring up at the towering onyx structure. The tickling buzz of an incoming call vibrated her inner ear. The ID shown in her implant was blank… she already knew who it was. “Nyx, did you see that press conference?” Emelie asked. “I did...” she responded simply. “I pulled strings to head up security.” she said in a disinterested fashion. Of course she’d been there in person. “Then you already know that his story do...” Emelie began before the Wraith finished her thought. “Doesn’t add up in the slightest. Yes, I’m perplexed by the official statement given what we found. It’s clear there’s still stockpiles of Serum 4… He seemed to know it as well. I’m not sure what to make of it yet. Still looking into that ID… things are slower when you can’t just use PrivSec resources to search. I’ll contact you with our next move… you should probably get to work instead of sitting in your car...” Nyx said evenly. Emelie blinked as the line went dead. “Great… good talking with you.” She rolled her eyes. How that woman acted…for as strong as she was. She seemed almost more machine than woman, and it made Emelie sick to her stomach. Nevertheless, Nyx was right. She checked the clock before scampering out of her car, heels clicking against the pavement. As always, the lobby was just getting busy as the early risers filed in for work. It was just like any other morning… well, almost. Two sharply-dressed women stood around, idly gossiping. The odd detail wasn’t obvious at first, but Emelie spotted it quickly. They were both thickly diapered… There was a faint bulge in their slacks, and the way it really accentuated their ass… The pair must not have scored well in their exam to be put in something so thick. As she walked past she could hear the noticeable crinkling of the thick plastic garment as she shifted her hips. “I’ve got to go change, I’ll see you later.” the taller of the two told her friend before departing. Emelie couldn’t resist curling her lip in disgust. She cleared security and headed deeper into the labyrinth, reminded of her own needs as breakfast was quickly catching up with her. “Too much coffee...” she lamented, holding her stomach with her hand and giving it a gentle rub. Knowing how bad things were lately it’d probably be best to go sooner rather than later. Her interface flashed, grabbing her attention. A firmware update? The download was finished in a few seconds. Usually they took at least a minute. Emelie perused the notes, reading over the changes and wondering if there were any nifty new features. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to her. Now featured for all female agents: TSM… Her eye twitched with irritation when she saw a subtle icon pop up towards the bottom of her vision. The toileting status monitor… She could barely restrain her irritation with the new update foisted upon her! She was a grown woman, she didn’t need an implant telling her when to use the bathroom! Emelie huffed, her already sullen mood considerably darkened. Hagar was already waiting for her, and he didn’t look happy to see her. “My office, now.” he said when she was within earshot. What was going to be a simple day of paperwork and data entry was off to a rocky start. Emelie swallowed dryly and followed him. This was not the tone she expected from her boss after completing a priority B mission. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he drawled. He hadn’t even waited until they were in his office to start chewing her out. She didn’t have an answer… she didn’t even know what she’d done! “I swear to god you, and Veronica both can be such a pain in my ass.” He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it with an integrated lighter in his fingertip. Emelie had to resist the urge to sneer at the mention of Veronica, a fellow squad leader whom she often butted heads with. The two women were more similar than either of them would care to admit. Blowing a cloud of sweetly-scented smoke directly into Emelie’s face, he waited to see if she had anything to say for herself before continuing. She twitched, but said nothing. “I’ve got the Department of Compliance all over my ass because of the shit you’ve been pulling the past few days. They’re talking about disciplinary actions if I can’t get you to start following the rules.” He paused again, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and tapping the butt into a star-patterned ashtray. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Emelie could only stare at him with a perplexed expression. “The… Department of Compliance?” A vein on Hagar’s temple pulsed noticeably. “You haven’t been reading the emails… I can’t believe I’m about to have this conversation with you. I didn’t ever think I’d need to talk to one of my agents about something I talk to my six year-old daughter about.” he said, shaking his head as if he were fed up at the whole situation. The door hissed open behind Emelie. “In.” Hagar said curtly . Hearing the heels tapping on the ground Emelie instantly knew who it was. The two women gave each other venomous looks as the other team leader sat next to Emelie. Hagar poured himself a small drink having retrieved a bottle from a drawer in his desk. He didn’t offer any to Emelie or Veronica, instead offering them a reproachful look. The two women wilted, shifting awkwardly in their seats as they waited for him to speak. He cleared his throat after gulping down the amber liquid. “Emelie, I’m going to start this conversation by saying good job. B grade missions aren’t anything to take lightly.” he said, giving the black-haired woman hope this conversation wouldn’t be so bad. She shot a confident smirk towards her rival. “And your team had one last week, Veronica, so kudos to you.” he continued, the brunette rebutted the smirk with one of her own. “But that being said… this isn’t about mission performance, it’s about following orders! No matter how… ridiculous you might find them!” he scolded the two women, raising his voice. Veronica shrank in her seat and Emelie averted eye contact. “You and your teams both get the job done, but this is unacceptable!” After a brief pause he waved his hand in the air. Holo-projectors clicked on, displaying a myriad of pictures from their respective missions. Both women turned crimson at the humiliating evidence that was being presented. Having chosen to forgo their protective wear, the results were obvious. A myriad of shots from all different angles showed the two women on their respective outing. Both blushed scarlet, seeing the obviously soiled combat suits. Emelie cringed, glancing away from all the images projected above the desk. Veronica reacted similarly, averting her gaze at the humiliating pictures. Hagar leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply before gulping down another glass. An awkward silence fell over the room as the two women squirmed in their seats. Emelie grimaced, feeling the greasy breakfast disagreeing with her stomach. ‘Oh, not now…’ she whimpered quietly. Veronica was otherwise occupied with a damp splotch between her legs, having spurted into her professional outfit when he’d raised his voice. “The Department of Compliance…if either of you had bothered to read your emails, is the department you’ll both be reporting your…training...to.” Hagar explained. “Training?” the two asked in unison. “Do I really have to spell this out for you…? PrivSec has an image to uphold, and we can’t have you running around…like that…” he paused to gesture to the pictures before dismissing them, deciding the two women had been embarrassed enough by the incriminating photographs. “You know, under the revised section of the employee handbook I could give you both a spanking as choice of discipline…Seriously though, I’d advise you both read it and wear whatever assigned protection you are. Sentinel and…” he paused to check his notes. “Vanguard, respectively. There’s talk of fines and even suspensions if you don’t comply with the new rules. Bottom line, I don’t want to have to tell you again.” he said gruffly. Emelie’s attention began to wane as her situation rapidly grew more desperate. She couldn’t even gloat when it was revealed she qualified one rank higher than her rival team leader. A painful gurgle twisted her insides. She grimaced, scrunching her face in pain. Maybe if she could release a bit of gas she’d be able to hold it, maybe the pain would subside a bit. Trying not to squirm in her seat she clenched the armrests, digging her fingers into the supple leather padding. A bead of sweat ran down her brow as Hagar continued to lecture her and Veronica. Another gurgle caused her to lean forward, a grimace twisting her lips. Fortunately, Hagar was distracted lecturing them, and Veronica was preoccupied with keeping her thighs clenched tightly together to keep the splotch hidden. The indicator in her HUD was flashing red, telling her she needed to go to the restroom. She just had to release some gas. Biting her lip she quivered, lifting her hips to one side ever so slightly. Carefully, she stopped resisting the painful gassiness. The disgusting muffled sound that resulted would have been comical; she might have even laughed if she wasn’t definitely pooping.The unmistakable oozing sensation of her panties being filled brought a gasp to her lips. By the time she managed to stop she could feel a squishy lump in her panties. Emelie’s fingers dug into the padding as she felt her anus quiver and twitch, pushing another sticky lump into her panties before she regained control. “Why are you both still sitting there? You’ve got jobs to do!” Hagar snapped at the two women, slamming his fist against his desk. Veronica flinched, another lengthy spurt of urine dampening her trousers. At this point she was certain she was sitting in a small pool of her own urine. The hot liquid continued to pool beneath her until the flow finally tapered to a stop. Likewise, Emelie gasped in surprise, feeling a wet gush dampen her own panties. A familiar quivering sensation threatened to make the mess in her pants even worse. Both women quickly got to their feet, rapidly scampering away and doing their best to walk normally. Behind them they could hear the muffled exclamations of their boss, likely finding the small puddle Veronica had left on her seat. The two of them quickly picked up the pace, heading straight towards the bathroom. Normally they would have been at each other’s throats sharing harsh words, but…united in their embarrassment, the only sound between them was the clicking of their shoes on the polished floors. Arriving at the restroom, the two stared in disbelief as a figure stood out front. Construction signs clearly marked the restroom closed. A member of the construction team looked apologetically at them. They could see his eyes looking at the wet splotch creeping down Veronica’s thighs, and his nose wrinkled at the foul smell coming from the back of Emelie’s pants. “Renovations…” he began awkwardly, forcing his gaze away from their obvious accidents. “But they set up a-” he was interrupted by the sudden grinding screech of starting machinery, followed by a loud crash of something shattering. Veronica jumped at the sudden noise. The rear of her slacks started to sag as she emptied her bowels in mild fright. He pursed his lips turning his back to them so he could shout back inside. “Hey, I told you to be careful with that auger!” Emelie could feel warmth trickling down her inner thighs, but her HUD indicated that it’d just been a small leak, only a few milliliters at most. “Like I was saying, the DoC set up a changing station in conference room C that you might want to… um… yeah…” he trailed off awkwardly. Veronica's face turned a bright red as she gingerly reached behind her, feeling a soft mound that had accumulated in the seat of her pants. Normally Emelie would have delighted in Veronica’s humiliation (and there was still some part of her that did), but given that she was in the same situation, all she could do was blush in concert with her rival, who had a distinct waddle to her gait as she walked towards the conference room. “The Department of Compliance…” she whispered under her breath, making her way to her office instead. If Hagar was to be believed she was already in enough trouble with them, showing up like this aside… she let out a small shudder as she slipped into her office, locking the door behind her. Again, she was faced with the same issue as she had been yesterday. What was she going to clean up with…? A lavender and pink pastel case caught her attention. True to the doctor’s word, the correct garments had been delivered to her office. At least she had something to change into since these panties were ruined... “Lynd… Lynd” she hissed through her implant, dialing her through the team link menu. The bubbly young woman answered lazily. “Uh, yeah, what is it?” “I need…” she paused, taking another deep breath. “I need you to bring me some changing supplies.” she hissed. “I… had another accident.” she admitted, swallowing her pride. “But apparently I’m already on thin ice with the DoC, so I can’t go to their changing station.” the blushing raven-haired woman explained. There was a moment’s silence before giggling ensued. “Fiiiiine, give me like, I dunno. Ten minutes?” I’m running some diagnostics.” the slicer offered, getting a begrudging “fine” from Emelie. She paced around her office, a pronounced waddle in her step. “Hurry up hurry up…” she grumbled, pausing to tug the sticky, soiled fabric of her slacks away from her smeared bottom. “What is taking her so long...” the impatient woman moaned, gesturing towards the windows of her office for some much needed ventilation. It had already been precisely ten minutes and still there was no Lynd to be found. The door to her office hissed open and in snuck Lynd. The expression on her face said something was up. “That was crazy! Like… I thought I was going to get caught and in trouble just for… uhg… you really stink.” she said, fanning the air in front of her nose. “Shut… up.” Emelie hissed at her through gritted teeth. “I know that it smells!” Lynd just snickered at her. After how insufferably proud she’d been at not wetting her bed this morning, this was a welcome reminder of the degrading situation they shared, no matter how hard Emelie tried to fight it. “Just… give them here.” she said, waving her hand at her. Lynd complied… almost. At the last moment she snatched the package back. A howl of immature laughter came from the younger girl. The agent twitched, seething with irritation. Seeing the look on Emelie’s face, Lynd swallowed nervously. Wisely, she handed over the package of wipes and left without another word. Once the door had shut behind her, Emelie slowly began the arduous task of cleaning herself up. She removed her blouse and jacket to make sure they didn’t accidentally get soiled with her waste as she cleaned up. With the dexterity one would normally reserve for disarming a particularly irritable bomb, she slowly removed her pants in an effort to save them from ruin. They were damp, and some of her mess had smeared from her thigh. A little work with the wipes though, and they’d be… wearable. She took a deep breath, turning around to look at herself in the mirror. Dressed in only her heavily soiled panties and bra, she examined the sagging bulge. A heavy sigh escaped her lips; another pair of panties thoroughly ruined. The package of protective pullups stared back at her from her desk, mocking her with their cutesy designs. “Disgusting...” she muttered. She hated herself for letting her thoughts drift, but she couldn’t help thinking of the pictures Aria had sent her last night. There was no one in her office… she clenched the elastic waist of her panty and gave a slight tug. Unable to stop herself, she let out a subdued moan at the sensation. The warm squish… as disgusting as it was, she couldn’t deny the tingle it sent through her hips. “Enough playing around….” she muttered to herself, banishing the dirtier thoughts from her mind as she finished undressing, removing her filthy panties before she made a worse mess. Cleanup was, as ever, arduous...to say the least. It seemed like there was no end to the sticky poop that coated her backside. Just when she thought she was finished, a wipe would find a missed spot of filth, tarnishing the innocent white a gross mottled brown. Countless wipes later, it was finally time to don her new undergarments, foisted upon her by the unrelenting corporate structure in an attempt to cover up her own potty problems. The plastic packaging tore open easily enough, revealing the tightly packed disposable garments contained within. Plucking one of the infantile pairs of protective wear from the bunch, she unfolded the sides and tugged it up one leg at a time. Like the previous time she’d worn something similar it was noticeable but…mercifully it was not one of those bulky monstrosities she’d seen advertised. With the wipes and soiled panties disposed of and her slacks hanging over the edge of her desk to finish drying, she fell into her seat with a sigh. “I’ll wake up any minute… any minute now and it’ll all be just some twisted dream.” she said with a sardonic, biting laugh. Swiveling in her chair she stared out the window, sitting in her office with nothing but her huggies around her hips. The monotony of doing paperwork set in. As soon as her pants had dried enough she’d redressed, feeling a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was undermined by the padding between her thighs. Cups of coffee, water, and snacks kept her going throughout the day, and getting up to hunt for a bathroom as well. With the bathroom on their floor closed for renovations, the extra time spent trekking to the floor above or below brought some extremely close calls. By the time she’d started her personnel performance evaluation, the gusset of her pullup was noticeably damp. There was a part of her that was glad for the protection, loathe that she was to admit it. Had she not been wearing them, it would have left her with a noticeable wet splotch on her pants. The paperwork dragged on, and with the incessant urges to use the toilet progress was slow. By the time she finished it was nearing eight o'clock. The sun had long since set, and the pale glow of the aurora lit up the sky. Despite the actinic glow of advertisements that pulsed throughout the city like neon blood, it was still visible. She gave a spin in her chair and huffed hair from her face. Lynd had come and asked her if she was done hours ago. Said something about Joshua coming to pick her up instead. Giving another spin she shut her eyes, rubbing the sides of her head before coming to a stop, facing the holo projected images above her desk. Just a little bit more and she’d go relax with Aria at the club. She was also eager to change out of the now bloated and swollen pullup squishing beneath her. The clammy padding was all the more impetus to finish up. Finally after another thirty minutes, the last of the mission reports were finalized and sent away to Hagar and whomever else would be reviewing them. All sorts of teams whose job it was to make sure the PrivSec units operated at peak efficiency. Standing up from her chair, she gave a quiet yawn before wriggling out of her pants. She poked a finger against the sodden padding. It felt so much thicker compared to first putting it on. The bulk of the swollen absorbent gel rebounded against her fingertip, spreading her thighs apart. With the last cup of water asking for relief she shrugged. Spreading her legs slightly she relaxed the hold over her bladder, feeling the warmth pool into the already wet garment before it could be absorbed. The hot liquid surrounded her sensitive mons for only a teasing moment. She was too tired to go hunt down a bathroom again, and it was already wet…it wasn’t like it was an accident. She was still in control, she purposefully used her pullup…it was different…right? She tore off the sides of the spent garment and set to work with a wipe, cleansing her flesh. There was some irritation around her groin. Sitting in a damp diaper hadn’t done her skin any favors. Emelie gave an agitated growl at the beginning signs of diaper rash. She remembered laughing at the notion when perusing some of the DoC propaganda that had come through her email. “Diaper rash...” she grumbled, tugging on a fresh pullup once she was satisfied that she no longer smelled of urine. Finally free of her duties, she stretched as the door to her office shut behind her. There were still people about; the building was never empty, but compared to midday it was practically silent. The construction crews had long since ceased their work for the day and the constant click of heels upon polished floors was eerily absent. Making her way back to her car, she gave one last look back up at the testament to corporate strength before starting her night. Collapsing into the plush leather seat of her sedan, she input the address of Aria’s club and let the autonomous system take control. The car navigated the congested streets on it’s own whilst she perused some of her favorite storefronts on the net. Stifling another yawn, she raised her hands above her head and arched her back. “Going to need an energy drink.” she said sleepily. It didn’t take much longer for her to find herself restlessly napping. Emelie awoke with a start. Her car had suddenly lurched to a stop. Her eyes widened; fortunately the seatbelt kept her from flying into the windshield. She glared at the younger pair who had walked out in front of her car. Where a groggy exhaustion had been in control before, she was suddenly wide awake. “Pay some fucking attention!” she cursed at the pedestrians, who in turn returned the favor, flying their middle fingers at the startled woman. Tempted to get out of her car and beat their asses, she decided against it. Besides, Club Sin was right there. Feeling reinvigorated she exited the car, letting it ferry itself off to find a parking spot. She smirked as the pair quickened their pace, seeing the intimidatingly dressed woman depart her car. Straightening out her vest, she was waved inside. As one of Aria’s VIPs she’d never have to do anything so mundane as waiting in line. She waved to one of the security guards she often saw working. Wandering inside, it was the same Club Sin that always welcomed her back. Shockwaves of bass rattled the walls, along with the smell of smoked serum, liquor and… was that… urine? She wrinkled her nose, wandering inside. “Aria’s in her office.” a feminine voice told her as she walked by one of the employees. She simply smiled making her way towards the bar. “Substation… make it a double.” she asked with a toothy grin. The adrenaline from the sudden stop was rapidly wearing off. A caffeine-filled alcoholic drink was just what the doctor ordered. Emelie watched the bartender mix the drink. Truthfully, she couldn’t say what was in it, but she knew it tasted good and gave her a kick in the ass. The neon-yellow drink was placed in front of her. Whatever chemicals they dipped the rim of the glass in couldn’t be good for her…but the tingly sensation was worth it. She took a sip, coughing at the intense burn. Maybe a double wasn’t the greatest idea. She choked down another gulp. “Surprise~” a voice whispered in her ear. Emelie jumped, instinctively whirling around and nearly throwing her drink into the air. Aria stood there with a hand covering her mouth, laughing maniacally. “I thought you were in your office.” Emelie spat at her. Aria smirked “I told them to tell you that, a little payback from last night.” Emelie couldn’t stay mad. She smirked before breaking into laughter. “That’s fair. I suppose I deserved that. I’m going to kick your ass later though, regardless.” she said, pointing her drink at the darker skinned woman. Aria stood there in her slinky dress, stylish jacket pulled over her shoulders. “Oh, I’m so scared, my little murtaziq.” she teased. Emelie stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Aria’s neck and pulling her close. The smell of liquor was already heavy on her breath. “Those pictures you sent me last night were really sexy~” she whispered, a lusty growl in her voice as she nibbled on her ear. “I’m glad you appreciated them. Would have been better if you were here, but I understand the busy life of a super soldier.” Aria continued to tease her as Emelie rolled her eyes. “I’m hardly a super soldier.” she said dismissively. Aria paused, pursing her lips for a moment. “Come.” she said curtly, marching towards her office. Emelie blinked in surprise, taking another sip from her energizing drink as she followed. The quick lift took them to the upper floors where Aria led Emelie into her office. Her assistant was already there. “Senya.” she snapped her fingers. “I’m in need of a change.” she said sternly, moving into position and laying down on the coffee table which now… doubled as a diaper changing station, apparently. “Do you need a change as well dear?” she asked, glancing up at Emelie, whose cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. “N...no, of course not.” she pouted. “Suit yourself.” Aria said matter of factly, with a dismissive grunt. With her dress hiked up Emelie could see the absolutely soaked garment taped around her hips. She could see droplets of liquid coalescing on the leg gathers, threatening to leak if she dared release her bladder again. Seeing an opportunity to gain the upper hand over Aria she moved into position, holding her hand out as Senya approached with a fresh, thick diaper. “You’re soaked! Did the little girl have too much to drink?” she teased, holding her own drink. Unlike Aria teasing her it sounded forced, rigid. Despite the awkward powerplay Aria still blushed, giving Emelie a dangerous look. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the mess you made in my office… in your pants” she said, her voice melting into a saccharine sweet tone. Emelie nearly choked on her drink as Aria brought up the night she’d been hoping to forget. “Th...that was just an accident! But this… did someone forget to use the big girl’s room?” Emelie persevered, not giving up so easily. She even went so far as to press a hand against the sodden padding, squeezing a few drops of pee onto the table. Senya stared at the two, unsure if she should leave while they played their little game. Aria rolled her eyes, lifting her foot as she pressed dexterously against Emelie’s padded groin, coaxing a sharp inhale from the standing woman. “Stopping to use the restroom would have slowed down business, and unlike a certain little girl I know, I’m not proud enough to go without what I clearly need.” she said, kneading her toes against the front of Emelie’s slacks. “Now, sweetie, mommy needs a diaper change.” she said with an air of finality. Emelie trembled, resisting the urge to rock her hips against Aria’s delicate foot. She begrudgingly took a step back, allowing Senya to take her place. Aria paid little attention to what was going on, checking on her business through her implants while Senya tended to her saturated padding. The heavy garment was removed and handed to Emelie. “Dispose of this, please.” her assistant requested. Emelie carried the heavy diaper to the trash, letting it fall with a wet plop into the bin. She could scarcely believe how heavy it was. By the time she’d turned around, Senya had already taped Aria into a fresh diaper. Standing up, she let her dress fall back into place, straightening it with her hands before smirking at Emelie. Tonight didn’t seem like a night she’d be able to get the upper hand… She swallowed the rest of her drink setting the glass on her desk. “Senya, if you would.” Aria asked, pointing at the glass. “Of course, Miss Mouzaya.” she said, rushing past Emelie and plucking the glass from her desk on her way out. “Pants down.” she said firmly. “I want to see if you were really telling the truth about not needing a change. After all, I can’t have you running around my club and piddling on the floors again.” she teased, her smirk growing more and more predatory by the second. Emelie folded her arms across her chest giving a defiant look. Too late. Aria was already within arm’s reach, grabbing at her slacks, tugging them down before Emelie could grab a hold of them. “Oh, how utterly adorable.” Aria teased as the childishly printed pullups came into view. “Are those your new standard-issue battle pants?” she continued, not showing any mercy. Emelie groaned, covering her face with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she snapped at her as she continued to work her slacks down until they were around her knees, her padded panties on full display. “Hmmmm” Aria announced as she fondled her between the legs. “You’re a little wet, but… you’ll be fine so long as you don’t have an accident. Make sure you tell mommy if you need the potty.” she said, getting in one last dig, reminding her what happened when she was challenged. Emelie kept her face covered with her hands as Aria tugged her pants back up, giving her a playful swat on the backside. “Come on, let’s go dance, cutie.” she said, taking her hand in her own, dragging her out into the club.
  13. This is far and above the best story that I have read in recent memory. A true council classic in the making.
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