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Riley Is Working From Home (Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-06-25 17:59:59 +0000 UTCCan you tell this one's old? I wrote it as a commission back when the quarantining mandates were still only a few weeks old.
(Based on a true story.)
“Yeah? Uh-huh? Sure thing. No, I don’t mind. Yes, I agree, it’s the best thing for everyone.”
Riley hung up the phone, grinning from ear to ear. She’d just been asked to work from home for the immediate future. Her job was mostly digital anyways, and with everything taken into consideration, they’d decided it was better to just move everything to satellite offices rather than slow down production.
She didn’t much care whether she did her work from an office desktop computer, or from her laptop at home. The work itself was the same.
What mattered was, with nobody around to complain, there was nobody to stop her from wearing diapers.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she hurried to her room, eager to start her first day in padding.
…
Three days later.
“Yes sir. Deadlines are moving along properly. I don’t think we’ve had this much business since- What was that?”
Riley looked into the video window as her boss started talking about spreadsheets and graphs. She had one her business casual shirt, but if the camera had tilted down it would have seen baggy sweatpants, worn because they were the only thing in her wardrobe that would cover up the poof of her diaper.
She had to pee. She’d been holding it for most of the video conference, but it was going super long and there was no end in sight. Riley knew she could excuse herself for a moment, but after some consideration, she just decided to let go.
It still took some effort to convince herself to pee in anything that wasn’t a toilet, and her body seemed especially reticent to release while someone else was talking to her. With a bit of struggle, though, she won the fight and began flooding her diapers.
For a second, she panicked. The stream was louder than she’d expected. What if my mic picks it up?
Looking between the displays, though, nobody seemed to notice the subtle little hiss of water splashing against absorbent fabric. Sitting back, Riley sighed in contented relief.
…
Two weeks later.
‘Just finishing up those spreadsheets. Attached you’ll find-’
Riley paused from typing her email as her phone rang, displaying her boss’s contact information. Picking it up, she asked, “Hello?”
“Riley, good work on those TPS reports,” he said. “Your work these past couple weeks has been excellent, it’s like you never even take a break.”
She chuckled, doing her best to sound innocent. Looking down at herself, she hadn’t even bothered to get dressed or get out of bed before starting the morning - she’d just changed into a fresh diaper and folded open her laptop, staying bundled under the covers.
“Thanks, boss,” she said.
“Listen, this thing isn’t going to end anytime soon. Since you’re doing such good work, we’ve decided to extend how long you’ll be working from home. How do you feel about keeping this up for the next six months?”
“Six months?” Riley asked. She felt a little urge to pee while she was sitting there, and so she let it go, no longer concerned about being heard. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”
“Maybe not, but we want to plan for the future. Are you okay with that?”
Propping the phone against her shoulder, Riley’s hands were already opening a tab on her laptop, typing, ‘Tykables Big Little Subscription’ into the search bar.
“Yessir, that works just fine for me.”
…
One month later.
Riley sat at the dinner table, looking into the web conference camera. She’d finally done something about the smell that was starting to build up in her apartment, and now instead of a diaper pail, her place smelled like scented candles and pleasant air fresheners. She could barely tell the difference between when she was messy or not.
A skirt covered her diaper, more for her own benefit than anyone else’s. It looked cute, and nobody on Zoom could see down that far anyways.
“I think the growth we’re experiencing this quarter is at least partly related to productivity,” she said, nodding along as a few other coworkers offered their commentary.
While someone else was talking, she felt a cramp. It didn’t take her long to think through the situation. There’s still an hour left to go, and cameras don’t carry smells.
Sitting up slightly, she filled the seat of her diaper, letting it sag onto her chair. As far as she could tell, nobody was even looking at her.
Relaxing back into the mush, she continued, “Now might be a good time to seek out new talent. A lot of people are looking for work right now, and since we have been able to keep doing everything we need without skipping a beat from home, it’s a real opportunity to grow while our competition is struggling.”
…
Three months later.
Riley eyed the clock, waiting, waiting until…
“Five-o-one!” she announced, closing the work window and pulling up Facebook. The working day was done, now she could relax. A pizza was on its way, she’d just gotten a friend’s Hulu login, and there was TV to be binged.
Releasing her bladder as she stood up, Riley walked over to the living room, looking for the TV remote. “Where did I… uh…”
Her legs felt wet. Looking down, she saw that she’d started to leak. That didn’t make any sense, though - the diapers she’d bought were great, and the only way they’d leak is if they were totally soaked and literally couldn’t hold any more. She hadn’t…
Poking at her crotch, Riley realized that she had. She was in dire need of a change.
Skipping the remote, she walked back to her bathroom, stripping out of the old padding and tossing it into the full diaper pail. Reaching for a fresh one, she-
Ding dong!
“Shit.” She’d forgotten about the pizza.
Grabbing her robe from off the hook, Riley ran back to the door, wrapping it around herself, ensuring it could cover her from the waist down so that her nakedness wouldn’t be visible. Pulling the terry cloth belt snug, she opened the door.
“Pizza for Riley?”
“That’s me.”
“Sign here.”
She did so, filling out the receipt and leaving a good tip, passing it back, and accepting her pizza.
Once the door was shut, she carried the box in, set it on the dining room table, and - feeling a twinge in her bladder - started to pee.
“Wait,” she said, looking down in alarm as the hot urine trickled down her unpadded thighs. “Uh… oops.”
...
Three months later.
Riley finished up the files, sent it to the client, and closed out of the tab. An email from her boss read, ‘great work!’ in the subject line, and when she opened it, it contained an employee review for her last six months. She’d gotten perfect marks in all categories, and a line at the bottom said she was up for promotion if she kept this up.
Grinning, Riley laid back in bed. “Hell yeah I’m the best.”
Her diaper was pretty wet, so she took a fresh one from the pile, by her bed, stripped out of the old one, and changed, tossing the old diaper into the pail across the room.
“Yeah, off the backboard!” she declared, taping the new diaper snugly in place.
Something started vibrating, and she grabbed her phone, holding it to her head. “Hello?”
“Hey, Riley. It’s your boss.”
“Oh, hello! What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to remind you that the six months are up as of tomorrow. You’ll have the weekend off, then I expect to see you back in the office on Monday. It’ll be good to work with you in person again.”
Riley rolled onto her belly, raising her butt a little as she said, “Yeah, uh… Are you sure it’s safe? I’m fine to stay here.”
“Absolutely safe. The whole state has been cleared, we can return to business as usual.”
“Sure thing,” Riley agreed. “I’ll see you on Monday, then.”
“See you on Monday!”
He hung up, and Riley frowned. “I guess that’s it for the diapers, then. Well, it was fun while it, uh…”
She wrinkled her nose and looked down. The teddy bears on her diaper were gone, and it was sagging more than it should have been. Reaching back, she gave the seat of her padding a squeeze.
It squelched, mushing the muck around her backside a little.
“Uh… when did I do that?”
Comments
Tilted-Glass
Rather amusing, Monday will be interesting for Riley
