“M-hmm,” Grace nodded, listening intently. “Yeah, I can do that. No problem.”

The conference call had thus far gone swimmingly. It was far lengthier than it needed to be and incredibly tedious, but she’d long since resigned herself to just putting up with this part of her job. Feedback and commentary was a necessary part of the design phase, even if many of her clients were incurious jerk-offs whose only ideas boiled down to, ‘Make it look more generic, please’.

She smiled, as one of the men on the call suggested a more minimalist color scheme.

There was, at least, one new bonus she had for these calls. Normally, they dragged on so long that she’d be desperate to pee by the end, or simply have to excuse herself for a quick restroom break. Today, though, she could skip that process completely.

From the waist up, Pearce had allowed her a standard, modest, professional style of dress–her hair was straight with no bows or tails and her shirt was a simple button down top. Below the waist, though, she was almost naked, with the only garment being her puffy pink diaper.

“After all,” Pearce had pointed out. “It’s not like the webcam can see that far down, right?”

She had only felt a moment’s hesitation before releasing her bladder mid call. She’d end up using the diaper anyways, she’d already done so plenty of times over the past week, and it’s not like anyone could tell–holding it would simply mean that she was needlessly uncomfortable for the remainder of the conversation.

Her diaper grew warm as the dampness spread down between her legs, and she let out a tiny sigh of relief. “More minimalist?” she confirmed. “Sure, we can work that in–there’s only two colors right now, though. Were you thinking of cutting that down to plain white?”

Twenty more minutes of hemming and hawing went by before they decided to leave it as-is, thank god. If she followed all of their suggestions, the design would look like an AI-generated clone of MySpace, without any of the charm.

Eventually, mercifully, the call ended. They said their goodbyes, a couple awkward seconds passed before the call ended, and she sat back. “Hey, Pearce! Call’s over.”

She half expected him to ignore her call, and then she could claim to have done her due diligence and could get back to work in a set of fairly normal clothes–or at least half a set of fairly normal clothes.

Instead, Pearce appeared just a moment after she called, grinning widely, aggressively pink clothing draped over his arm. “All done playing dress-up?”

She rolled her eyes. “What’s the outfit for today?”

He shrugged. “Going back to the shortalls–my supply of baby clothes isn’t infinite, you know. First, though, I need you to stand up.”

Obeying, Grace raised her hands so he had direct access to her diaper. Smirking, Pearce stepped forward, reaching down to give the front of the sodden padding a squeeze–

Um–

“Yup,” Pearce said, smirking. “Someone’s soggy.”

“Whatever,” Grace spluttered. “I–whatever.”

“Wow, still shy about it,” Pearce added, a grin spreading across his face. “How many soggy diapers have you been through now? I was sure the blushes had all been changed out of you, but nope.”

Her heart was racing. Why is it racing? She shook her head. “Are you going to change me or no?”

Pretending to think, he gave her diaper one more squeeze before shrugging. “I think you’ll last a little while longer–maybe in an hour or two. For now, let’s just get you dressed.”

Unfolding the clothes, he set them out on Grace’s desk. Her pink elastic shortalls and a plain white onesie. Before she could begin unbuttoning her shirt, he stepped in and did it for her, fingers deftly removing the buttons, exposing her chest–

Grace swallowed as he undressed her, then raised the onesie. “Arms up?”

She obeyed, moving mechanically, her brain lost in a haze. Nothing made sense, the way her body was reacting had no logical explanation. She stepped into her shortalls, Pearce straightened the straps over her shoulders, and her outfit was complete.

“Alright, I’ve got to run a couple errands, I’ll be back in maybe two hours,” Pearce said. “I’ve asked Melody to check in on you while I’m out, to make sure you don’t take the opportunity to get me into trouble. You need anything from the store?”

She shrugged. “Eh–if I think of anything, I’ll text you.”

He nodded, winked, and left her room. Grace stepped up, shut the door, and pressed her back into it.

“What the fuck,” she whispered to herself.

Beneath her diaper, she was dripping wet–well, she was wet in a way that had nothing to do with her accident half an hour prior. It’d just taken a little touch from Pearce, and–

“Wait, no. That’s not it.” It hadn’t been Pearce. Of course it hadn’t, it was Pearce. But now, two days in a row, his touch had drawn this sort of feeling out of her.

She wasn’t pent up any longer. That couldn’t be the problem. She’d relieved that outlet already, hadn’t she?

Maybe one day wasn’t enough. Maybe the whole diaper-baby-Pearce thing was so negatively opposed to any sort of arousal that her body was fighting it by kicking things up to eleven. She wasn’t the most sexually driven person in the house–Melody made sure of that–but she wasn’t without her needs either. What she needed was a little more regular attention. She could get back into her regular routine of masturbating every day or two, and then with things more consistent and normal, her body would stop it with all these misplaced emotions.

That was it. It wasn’t anything to do with Pearce, it was just a coincidental touch in a particularly sensitive area. She’d just whip out the ol’ vibrator before bed and take care of the problem that evening.

Sighing with relief, Grace walked back to her desk and sat down, intent on returning to work and getting her mind off things. She had designs to mock up and send for approval, after all. Opening up her notes, she buckled down and began to focus.

Forty minutes later, she’d accomplished fuck-all.

It was one thing to decide to focus, and another thing entirely to actually do it. She’d just been shuffling between different notes, tabbing between pages and generally doing anything except be productive.

“God dammit,” she said, moving over to a browser and tabbing to her favorite source of erotic videos. She’d rub one out real quick, get her focus back, and resume work.

She wasn’t picky when it came to porn. It was just porn, she just needed something to get her motor going while she did all the work herself. And, in this particular case, she was so ready to go that some of the spicier banner ads nearly did it for her.

Picking a video at random of some chick being wooed and then thoroughly fucked by a fashionably-unkempt guy Grace slipped her hand down the front of her onesie. The fabric was a little restrictive, but she got her hand around the side of her onesie, slipping two fingers down the front of her diaper.

As she reached in, she heard the start of an adhesive rip, similar to the sound of peeling away scotch tape. She hesitated. She could always stick the tab back down later, but she wanted to avoid any accusation of trying to tamper with her diaper. Accusations could lead to explanations, and explanations would mean having to tell Pearce what she’d been up to. He might not have been much of a Sherlock, but even he could put the pieces together between her flustered reaction earlier and her masturbation just after he left.

Better to stay discreet. Withdrawing her hand, Grace wiped her fingers off on the shortalls and reached inside the bottom drawer of her desk.

Unwrapping the cable from around the toy, she plugged it into her desk, leaned back, and turned on the vibrator. Pressing it into her diaper–

“Oh god,” she groaned, quietly, biting down on her lip.

Her back arched with pleasure, and she wondered why she hadn’t already started doing this every day. The diaper didn’t matter, it was still fun. The porn on her laptop may as well not have existed, she didn’t need it, she just needed the vibrator and her own imagination.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back, pressing it into herself. She was already so close, and–

“Um…Grace?” Melody’s voice cut through Grace’s self-focused pleasure in an instant.

Eyes snapping open, she clicked off the vibrator and spun in her chair, shocked to see Melody standing in the doorway. “Jesus, Melody! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

Melody shrugged. “Cliche, much? Besides, you’re one to talk about privacy, you’ve walked in on me doing way worse–”

“In the living room!” Grace shot back. “You don’t get an expectation of privacy when you’re getting double teamed on our couch.”

“Hey, no judgment here, you do you,” Melody said. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need a change. Pearce asked me to.”

Pursing her lips, Grace shook her head. “Well I don’t. Thanks for checking. Leave, please?”

Melody almost started to leave, then paused. “Wait, I’m not supposed to take your word for it.”

“Okay, Brains,” Melody replied, rolling her eyes. “You’re not pulling the rules pedant card on me, are you?”

“No, I’m pulling the, ‘I wouldn’t put it past you to cheat,’ card,” Melody replied. “How much water have you drank since Pearce left? You could be trying to leak, and if that happens while he’s gone, it’ll turn into another stupid argument.”

Tossing her hands up, Grace stood. “Fine, whatever. You can check me.” She was prepared for the sudden heart flutter at an outside touch this time, and was ready to suppress a blush and any stammering.

Stepping forward, Melody felt her through her onesie and shortalls, giving a gentle squeeze. Grace steadied herself, and…

Nothing. Not even the slightest twinge of arousal.

“Uh…” she said aloud, caught off guard.

Melody shrugged. “Okay, that doesn’t feel flooded or anything. I’ll let you get back to it.”

“I’m not–whatever,” Grace said. “Next time, knock.”

“Have fun,” Melody replied, ignoring Grace’s discomfort as she turned to wander out of the room.

“Wait,” Grace called out, stopping Melody before she could shut the door.

Turning, Melody raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“What’s the longest you’ve gone without, like, sex?” Grace asked. “Once you moved out, that is.”

“Are we counting self stimulation?” Melody asked, tilting her head and thinking about it. “That’d be…six days, when I got my hood pierced, they said to wait a month, but…yeah.”

Grace pursed her lips, thinking again. “Did you feel out of whack for a while after that? Like, was your sex drive even higher than you were used to?”

Melody shrugged. “Not really. Why?”

“Just…don’t want to throw anything off, I guess,” Grace said, coming up with a quick lie. “I haven’t since…well, since the bet started. Kind of starved, if you know what I mean, so I didn’t know what to expect.”

“You should be fine, I don’t think you’ll morph into some kind of sex crazed maniac because you didn’t cum for a week,” Melody said. “Still, I’ll leave you to it just in case.” She didn’t shut the door, and Grace had to lean over and slam it shut instead.

“Ugh,” Grace said. She’d been so put off by the whole thing that, apparently, the arousal had left her. No longer interested in finishing, she turned back to her computer, where the porn was still playing…

Okay, maybe the arousal hadn’t left her completely. Regaining her drive, she reached for her hitachi, switching it on.