The room was still, the only sound being the occasional crinkle of Emma's diaper beneath the romper as she shifted uncomfortably. The pacifier still sat in her mouth, a constant reminder of her utter humiliation. Tyler watched her from across the room, leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"Now that you're dressed appropriately, it's time to finish our project," Tyler said, his tone casual as if everything were perfectly normal. But there was nothing normal about this.
Emma stared at the table, too ashamed to look at him. She couldn't believe she was sitting here, dressed like this, a pacifier in her mouth, her dignity shattered. But the fear of Tyler's control kept her obedient. She knew better than to resist.
He waved her over to the desk where his laptop sat. "Come on, Emma. Let's get to work."
With shaky legs, Emma stood up, the thick padding of her diaper making every step awkward and unnatural. The romper pressed the diaper firmly against her skin, each movement reminding her of the humiliating situation she was trapped in. She waddled over to where Tyler sat, the crinkling sound making her face flush with embarrassment.
She sat down next to him, the thick padding forcing her to shift uncomfortably in the chair. Tyler glanced at her with an amused look, clearly enjoying every second of her discomfort. He opened the laptop and pulled up the project document.
"Now," he began, "you're going to do the typing. I want you to focus, alright?" He glanced at her diaper. "And don't worry about anything else right now."
Emma didn't reply, the pacifier making her feel too ridiculous to even try. She simply nodded, her hands trembling as she placed them on the keyboard. Tyler began dictating parts of the project, but his focus was clearly more on her than the work. His eyes would flicker down to her diaper, the faint bulge under the romper impossible to ignore.
Halfway through a paragraph, Tyler leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "How does it feel, Emma?" he whispered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Knowing that you're sitting here, working on this project, wearing a diaper like a little baby?"
Emma froze, her fingers hovering over the keys. She didn't answer, her heart racing as humiliation flooded through her. She wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything but sit here and endure this. But she knew she had no choice.
"I bet you're just getting used to it, aren't you?" Tyler continued, his voice soft and taunting. "After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time like this from now on."
Emma's stomach tightened, a sinking feeling overwhelming her. What did he mean? Her mind raced with the implications, but she stayed silent, too afraid to ask.
Tyler stood up, his presence looming over her. "Oh, Emma," he said, shaking his head with mock sympathy. "You didn't think this was only for today, did you?"
Emma's blood ran cold. Her heart pounded in her chest as Tyler's smirk widened.
"From now on, you'll be wearing a diaper at school every day," Tyler declared. "I expect you to come in padded like a good little girl. I'll be checking, too, so don't even think about trying to skip out on it."
Emma's breath caught in her throat. The reality of his words hit her like a ton of bricks. Every day? She couldn't fathom walking into school, knowing she was wearing a diaper under her clothes, constantly terrified that someone would notice. And Tyler—Tyler would be watching, making sure she complied, checking her like she was a toddler in need of supervision.
"Don't worry," Tyler added, his voice light and mocking. "I'll make sure to change you if needed. After all, only I'm allowed to do that."
Emma wanted to scream, to run, to do anything to escape this nightmare. But she couldn't. Tyler had complete control. The fear of what he might do next kept her rooted in place, her mind spiraling in helplessness.
Tyler pulled something from his pocket—a small key—and dangled it in front of her eyes. "This," he said, "is the only key to your freedom. Because from now on, I'll be deciding when you get to change out of that diaper, and when you don't."
Emma's eyes widened, panic rising in her chest. She glanced down at the pacifier in her mouth, knowing that if she didn't comply, Tyler had all the power to make her situation even worse.
"You'll stay in this diaper," Tyler continued, his voice firm, "until I say otherwise. And you'll be a good little toddler for me, won't you?"
Emma's breath came in short, panicked gasps. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know what he expected her to do. But the way Tyler's eyes bore into her, the way he held all the control—it was suffocating.
Before she could react, Tyler reached down and checked the diaper, pressing his hand against the crotch. Emma flinched, mortified by the intimate contact, but Tyler only smirked.
"Still wet, I see," he said, his voice filled with condescension. "You'll stay like that for a while longer."
He straightened up, returning the key to his pocket. "Now, finish the project," he ordered, as if nothing had happened. "And remember, Emma, you don't get to decide when this ends. I do."
Emma's hands shook as she turned back to the keyboard. The diaper pressed against her wet skin was uncomfortable, but the knowledge that Tyler had complete control over her was even worse. She felt trapped, powerless to stop what was happening, and the weight of her situation pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket.
As she typed, the pacifier still in her mouth, Emma couldn't help but wonder how much further Tyler would take this. And deep down, she feared the answer.
