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Bryce’s Big Act in The Diaper Dimension: Chap 3
🕑 Added 2018-10-31 04:09:15 +0000 UTC Sorry that these are going a little slower than I want. Merging two year old ideas with new is a bit less smooth than just writing something fresh.As always, if you're on desktop, clicking the chapter titles to go to the chapter's own page can help enlarge the images slightly.
Chapter 3 - The Convincing Act
Bryce winked her eyes open to the infirmary lights.
“Miss Kemper?”
“Urgh. I fainted.”
The single nurse on duty nodded solemnly. She thankfully was nervous enough about the whole ordeal to not quite notice how Bryce’s voice had cracked and squeaked, and how much she’d let her act slip up upon waking. With a quick shuffle, and a brief frown at how wonderful she felt all in all, she quickly got herself back into the correct mindset. Really, maybe it was all she needed, a little more sleep. Maybe a mandatory nap for all employees in big cribs would cover for her- No.
Oh goodness, all those scans were still on file.
“I’m fine,” she lied. She of course wasn’t fine, she’d just fainted in front of investors.
She sat up on the infirmary bed, and for a moment wished that she hadn’t.
The nurse rolled her chair over while the world spun.
“You seem okay. I did a light check. Probably dehydration. Do you feel weak?”
“I’ll manage. Are the investors still here?”
The girl leaned in and lowered her voice.
“They’ve joined the afternoon group. But I said that you really shouldn’t be rushing out again. I thought it would be best if I was the one who looked over you until you were truly ready. I know how you like to project confidence.”
Bryce nodded, a little surprised. The woman got it, at least vaguely. What she couldn’t understand however was that Bryce was going to march right back out there. It wasn’t even an option, she had standards to hold herself to. She hadn’t gotten this far by slacking off.
Although anything with the handsome Mr Logan wasn’t going to happen. Not exactly a high priority now.
The nurse placed a plastic cup before her nose.
Water.
Urgh. Fine. She’d get a coffee on the way out, and wouldn’t tell the nurse, since she’d only advise against it. But the nurse didn’t know what it took to run a whole damn island, to project her biggest and best self every day, to deal with repressed fantasies about wanting to be put into diap- no no no. The damn data stick had really done a number on-
Bryce froze, patting her jacket. The data stick with all her gross porn fantasies. It was gone!
She glanced around the infirmary in a panic. No, it wasn’t sitting on any easily accessible table. Gross, she hadn’t realized that they actually did carry white disposables here. Maybe she’d read the manifest and put it out of her mind. And of course she would, since she had no interest in such things.
Patting herself down again, she realized how out of sorts her suit was, not feeling like its usual perfectly tailored self, and did her best to straighten everything out. Her bra at least wasn’t the uncomfortable tangle of clamminess that it often reached. Perhaps actually laying still in air conditioning instead of marching about the island was worth it in more ways than one right now. And, really, if she was going to lay down then when was there a better time to pull down one of those thick, white- Dammit.
“Did anybody bring in any possessions with me?”
“Um, no. I should have asked sorry. I’m still kind of new. Perhaps they took it to your office?”
Bryce nodded. Her employees wouldn’t dare go snooping on one of her data sticks. If it had dropped away incidentally, then nobody would trace it back to her at least, right? But then, she might need to have some sort of mock investigation into where a data stick filled with outrageous and disgusting fetish content could have-
“Miss Kemper. I think it would be best if we kept you here for the rest of the -”
“I’ve drank enough water,” Bryce announced, holding out the cup for the nurse. She wouldn’t tell the woman about the coffee, nor the ringing in her ears, since it was fading. She’d be fine, even if she had to force it.
The girl took the cup without complaint, thankfully.
“I still don’t know what caused you to faint, Miss Kemper.”
Bryce was the picture of calm as she swung her legs over the edge of the sickbay gurney.
“Nothing major. I should know better than to go near our own products.”
The nurse blushed.
“Should you be talking down the company and all?”
“I suppose you’re right. I just shouldn’t have tried to wear it.”
The nurse furrowed her brow. “You wore it?”
Oh, great, a technophobe.
“Oh, it’s perfectly normal. It is the same design used everywhere, all over the world.”
The nurse nodded slowly.
“Still,” Bryce sighed, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No you shouldn’t,” the nurse agreed, looking distant.
Bryce frowned. Her attempt to bond wasn’t going well. So much for spreading some early rumours in her favour about how it was just dehydration. She was somehow even worse with other women than with men.
“Am I free to be discharged?”
“Do you want more water?” the nurse asked.
“Don’t need it.”
“Hrm,” the nurse replied, eyeing the cup suspiciously now. “I’d like you to have one more sip.”
Bryce arched an eyebrow. What on- Well, she supposed she had fainted...
With a very carefully controlled hand, she requested the cup and then took the water. The nurse didn’t stop watching her.
The tall girl had a smile which felt shockingly disrespectful, especially considering that she’d claimed to be on Bryce’s side.
“There we are. You can stop now. You’re the boss.”
Of course she was.
The nurse turned to her desk. Bryce immediately slipped down, then momentarily stumbled, not realizing just how out of sorts she was.
In a moment she fixed herself up, and strode out through the swinging door, glancing back at the nurse to make sure the creep wasn’t still smiling at her like that.
She supposed it was just the girl’s bedside manner to reassure people. Or maybe, due to being so tall, all her patients sort of seemed juvenile to her, like they needed to be sized up for thick and obvious-
No, Bryce had to get her head out of the gutter. Goodness, today was a mess. And every time, it was because of the intrusion of those gross thoughts.
As of that very moment, Bryce was going to completely stop thinking about diapers. Forever.
Bryce strode onto the elevator, and was immediately confronted by an enormous photo of a diaper.
She blinked, and couldn’t immediately place why it was odd, since she’d looked at so many pictures of-
Suddenly her eyes widened, and she stiffened, glancing around to see if anybody was watching or perhaps if there was a camera.
Diapers? On the wall?
It had to be blackmail.
Oh no, somebody had her data stick. Or perhaps she’d whispered something earlier, or somebody saw the thought scans and worked it out. But how did they get this done so quickly? How long had she been unconscious?
Crap. If the staff had followed her protocol - even if it didn’t quite cover the boss fainting - the investors should be waiting at the bottom of the elevator ride. She would have to deal with the diaper blackmail later, she surely could. For now, she was shockingly unprepared and out of her element.
She fumbled for her cue cards, containing every word she had to say at the facility.
The elevator began to slow.
She raced through her cards.
Hello, guest A, B, C, and I am Bryce Levy Kemper.
It was simple, but effective.
The elevator doors chimed, and Bryce immediately straightened.
She put on her big smile, and stood tall as the doors parted.
The same investors appeared. Only… her vision swam. Was Mrs Parsdon off? Wasn’t she smaller than-
She recalled the cards.
“Welcome,” she said, listing their names, and flashing a big smile. “I am Bryce Levy Kemper. Operations Manager.”
No wait, she’d already introduced herself to most of them earlier.
She skipped ahead.
“Welcome to-”
Bryce paused. The blackmailer had gotten a copy of her cue cards and altered those too? Yet.. her eyes darted past the investors, and she saw more strange pictures along the walls, with the same company name as was printed on her cue card. Beyond the glass doors, the jungle seemed to be missing and somehow replaced by a city.
Something was very wrong.
She needed to follow the cards.
“Welcome to Diaper World. The home of the world’s most popular brand of diapers, the perfect designs for those both growing up and those growing down...”
She stared at the card. What in the- Had she really just said the word diaper out loud? It had rolled off her tongue so strangely.
The investors were all smiling. Had nobody noticed?
She strode forward with her usual confident swagger, gesturing for the investors to follow. She wore a confident, corporate smile, even now as she tried to piece things together, yet her eyes were strained at the edges, ignoring the series of photos of diapers on the wall, seemingly a whole history. Leading the investors through the display halls was at least automatic.
Only, it wasn’t quite the display hall which she was used to.
Her stomach began to do backflips as they approached an object on a pedestal. No no no, what on Earth?
“And these here-” she said, glancing at her cards. “Are the first ultra thick deluxe diapers. They were invented by our founder, Mrs Yorkshire, over ten years ago. You likely know her as the eccentric who has adopted 10 girls, one per year - and yes, she has her eyes on a special girl this year.”
Bryce frowned. That part didn’t sound like her writing. Although none of this could possibly be real. Was she dreaming…?
“But to everybody here at the company, she is Mom. Our intrepid founder and bold visionary, who has personally designed every model of diaper which we produce. And, yes, they all get plenty of testing in her home, so you know they’re designed for both travel and play.”
There were a few chuckles around the room. The oddly tall Mrs Parsdon was smiling at Bryce, almost like she knew something…
She tried very hard not to think about what she was presenting, and moved on.
Quantum mechanics, they’d said...
“And these here are our Daily Plays. They’re primarily for late starters, but they’ve also gained some popularity in the new Return-To-School program, which is sponsored by Mrs Yorkshire. One of her own daughters was a… teacher, as you might have heard, before a… shrinking incident… And Mrs Yorkshire became so enthusiastic about finding a way for her darling to get back to her beloved school grounds, that she lobbied the government in ways of detecting shrinking cases, explaining how they were much better off in a school where others could keep an eye on them. It was coincidental fate that the hired headmistress already had an appreciation of Mrs Yorkshire’s Daily Pla-”
“We all know the story dear,” Mrs Parsdon said, still beaming down at Bryce. “Was it written as a school assignment during a trip back yourself?”
Bryce stiffened, and jammed the cards into her pocket. No, she would not be talked to that way. If anything, she suspected she could not allow anybody to talk to her in the way.
“Mrs Parsdon. We appreciate your enthusiasm, though not everybody is up to speed on the local going ons. Now if you’ll follow me, I’d like to show you to the main feature room.”
At least, she hoped it lay beyond the next door. What could it be here though, since it was surely not a mockup quantum station...
She moved to gracefully open the doors, giving a big, confident grin over her shoulder and masking just how much she struggled with the weight now, and then pushed.
A terrible theory was forming in the back of her mind… Quantum Mechanics, they’d said… A mechanical algorithm suspended in quantum space. It had been made by a competitor, Bryce had presumed… Yet what if it was something else entirely? What if it was somebody’s gateway, and they’d struggled to activate it due to requiring improbable thoughts about-
The most enormous diaper she had ever seen greeted her, suspended in the air somehow, though clearly made of the real materials. Goodness, they really liked their diapers here, wherever here was. It was like some sort of global past-time...
Could she have activated some sort of… quantum universe shifter? But dammit, she just managed the research and everything else to martini supply orders, she didn’t know anything about this!
She strode into the room, spinning and grinning, and acted perfectly like she knew everything about this.
In place of the mockup station, the room was crammed with towering stacks of diaper packages. Bryce didn’t let her eyes settle on any of them for long. It was just work, she told herself, just work in another dimension...
“Imagine,” she said, giving another smiling glance to the investors, “Your company brands on our newest diaper designs.”
Damnit, she needed to keep saying the forbidden word.
“Using our new,” Bryce squinted at some packaging ahead, her back thankfully to the investors “-quantum technology, we have created diapers that are three times as thick and absorbent, with more space inside than out.”
They… had quantum technology here too! Could the same algorithm have been found in two locations?
“These can last far longer without a change. Fantastic for long trips, long nights with an early bedtime, and even a punishing reminder, for those getting too big for their britches...”
Bryce’s stomach flipped. Punishing…? Well she’d been thinking about- But she didn’t… Those were just some of her more perverted fant...
“Do you have any staff models to show these new types of diapers?”
Bryce looked up at a woman with the most enormous breasts she’d ever seen. It began to register just what she’d missed among the guests during her panic...
“We don’t currently have any models,” she replied, unsure in truth.
A thought crossed her mind, and she quickly narrowed her eyes.
“None of these diapers in here are functional anyway. The air conditioning dries out the adhesive, but we’ll surely be able to get models in here on your next trip if you’d like.”
The woman had been glancing to a nearby open package of diapers, then suddenly looked a bit disappointed.
No, surely she hadn’t been considering...
Wait, Bryce recognized her now. Goodness, this place was both the same and not.
“Do I remember correctly that you are attending with a Mr Logan?”
“Oh. You know my Logan? He was getting fussy. I had him write some lines about how he could do better and had the Nanny ensure he’d get a na- Oh, you must have read the article. I own the business now.”
Bryce nodded calmly.
“Of course. I’m glad he enjoys the company’s product.”
Holy… her casual morning crush was in diapers in this world? Made to write lines? What kind of perverted… or wonderful?... place had she brought herself to?
Awful awful awful. Just awful.
A pair of long legs in black pants strode past, confirming that there were in fact even bigger people yet. What in the worl- Wait, was that a diaper bulge beneath his pants? Bryce stiffened, but remained the picture of calm smiles on the outside.
“Would there be any limitations on the printing colors which these new diapers could have?”
“I’ll be sure to get you the information sheet.”
“I don’t suppose,” a woman said, wearing a tank-top with a whistle tied around her neck. Don’t look at her boobs. “That a business could sponsor a cheerleader team to wear these with their logo? With every kick, the coach could be getting a bonus...”
Bryce gave a pleasant smile.
“I don’t see why not.”
She felt a wobble in her thighs. In a moment she had it under control.
“We’d of course act as facilitators between sponsors and sports teams. As you can imagine, the company would still own the rights to the diap-”
“Bryce!” a voice hissed.
She spun, finding a tall, bald man leaning down to her, looking bewildered and cross. He wore an earpiece and had the look of an assistant about him, by Bryce’s own dress instructions for such matters.
She didn’t know this one, but could use him. “Oh good, there you are.”
“The nurse says that you’re not well-recovered, and that we don’t know why you fainted. I know that you like to push yourself, but what would Mrs Yorkshire say?”
Bryce narrowed her eyes.
“It’s Miss Kemper, since when did we forget?”
“I… of course, Miss Kemper.”
“And I will discuss things with Mrs Yorkshire myself. Now, I want everything on our quantum research on my desk within the hour, do you understand?”
“But what about your nap?”
Bryce blinked.
“My... nap?”
“Oh, goodness. You’ve gone and gotten fussy and tired. I’m sorry Bryce, but you can’t be Miss Kemper today. I’m making an executive decision like Mrs Yorkshire would want. You’ll have to have a two hour nap today, until you’re back in the right state of mind.”
Bryce blinked as the taller man began ushering her out of the room from behind. He wasn’t particularly well built - a bit spindly - but with her size difference, there was simply no resisting him…
But then, Bryce hadn’t gotten to where she was by relying on physical strength. This was obviously still a society, with rules.
“I’m in the middle of an investor meeting, and don’t appreciate this joke which-”
“Cassandra will take over.”
Who on Earth was Cassandra?
She found herself ushered out of the doorway, and back into the halls.
“That’s all well and good, uh-” Dammit, she wish she knew his name, “-But if you’d like to keep your position here I suggest-”
“Oh you’re not in your right mind. Too cranky I think. Sorry to, uh, say Miss Kemper. But you’ll appreciate it once you’ve had a nap.”
Bryce blinked, and found herself being turned into another hall. She opened her mouth, ready to deliver a tougher salvo, including firing him, when she realized that they’d entered her office.
A large wooden desk, rich floors, and a plush chair.
She might have embarrassed herself a great deal, not knowing where her own office was. In a way, it had worked out well, except...
“Now,” the mysterious man said, reaching to a small hook in the wall, and unfortunately pulling down a basic, single bed.
Well, it wasn’t a crib…
But then, the whole notion that he could make her take a nap…. It wasn’t exactly better.
“Are you going to lay down? Please don’t be difficult. I don’t want to have to, um-”
She… she had to play by this world’s rules. She had to say something completely and utterly…
“Don’t make me have you spanked,” she growled.
He stiffened and blinked.
“That’s… No, I am a man. A real man. You’re very tired.”
Yet… He scampered for the doorway.
He turned back at the last moment, with his hand on the lightswitch.
“Please, just have your nap.”
The room dimmed, and he gently closed the door.
Bryce glared after him.
Well, she was fairly sure she’d won that round, but they’d neared a line which absolutely could never be crossed. At least… it hadn’t gone too far…
Goodness, what had she gotten herself int-
No, no time for a pity party. She was the star manager who other business leaders came to try to poach. She lifted her chin, and marched to her desk in this reality. Only… her heels were definitely off. She glanced down, and noticed that everything was a bit off. Better suited to wearing thick and obvious-
Well, it hardly mattered. This was still a place of society and rules. She’d apparently already been succeeding here. But then, had the other version of her been dealing with a repressed fascination with-
She reached the enormous chair, and frowned. There was no way that she was hopping about like a fool to get atop it.
Instead she found the gas pedal, and brought it down to her level. Of course.
Yes, she managed just fine in this place, and seemingly already had. They couldn’t just.. Surely nobody could just… But then who were all those diapers for?
She booted the laptop up. Her login credentials still worked here. Curious and curiouser.
Her first priority should be to immediately secure the quantum research here. The quicker she could run away from this diaper nonsense, and perhaps bury the research on the other side so that nobody ever found out, the better.
But no, the first thing she did was write a very stern letter to the nurse’s office, reminding them of patient confidentiality. Her own words about wearing the company product came back to her. She couldn’t let the nurse spread the misconception that she wore diapers. If her guesses about this place were correct - based on her own repressed fantasies which she most certainly was not thinking about - she needed to deal with such rumours as a priority.
Who was this Mrs Yorkshire? What did they mean by that she’d ‘adopted’ ten girls...
Bryce wriggled in her chair, holding her chin high.
Damn, the keyboard was huge. She glanced at her fingers, noticing with dissatisfaction that it perhaps wasn’t that everything else had gotten bigger…
Make a plan, she reminded herself.
First, she would secure everything on the quantum research on this side.
Second, she would reactivate the gateway. She would find whatever was necessary to do so. Were the twins here? Those bastards had known that something was up. Were they even from her world? She’d had… suspicions. Dammit...
Third, finally, and most importantly, she would not think about-
She… clicked through the company’s online promotional images, settling on what appeared to be a short and stocky woman in an exquisite pink playdress, looking reluctant as she jumped for a product photo, her pigtails flying through the air. They’d caught her at the right moment, with her short pink dress hem up - though it didn’t look long enough to usually be much good anyway - revealing just how thickly and properly she was-
Bryce clicked away the image.
And third and foremost, she would not think about... that stuff… She’d purged, and had become a much better, more mature woman for it. Now she would doubly commit. After seeing the disgusting things up close, she was quite sure that she would never want to… No. Nobody here would know. Nobody on her side would know. She’d find a nice, generic man, and settle down, and forget all of this happened. Bryce wriggled in her chair, and sat up straighter, quite sure that this world was unprepared for dealing with her.
A trickle of sweat made its way down her back, reaching the top of her panties, which she noted were much thicker than normal… Just ignore it...
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