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Office pledge
By: Cya Date: April 28, 2019, 4:25 am
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My concept is a girl named Cheryl whose college aged is working
at an office job. Keep in mind this is mental regression only.
The place is pretty big. And the boss treats her like a toddler.
Shes not sure why. I mean sure, shes a little short and has a
lisp but she's not a child! She tries to get treated her age but
they just talk down to her as if shes in kindergarten. Her
assignments? Coloring books filled with sesame st characters.
And she feels humiliated when a coworker (Debbie) talks to her
like shes a babysitter. Asking her what she's been working on.
To make matters worse shes been wearing Pull-Ups because shes
been having accidents and her coworker even checks her diaper.
Finding it only wet she congratulates her for not going poopoo
yet. She reminded her to tell her if she needs to go potty so
she can take her. She gets frustrated and her coworker tells her
not to have a tantrum and walks her towards her desk and gives
her a spanking infront of some clients. They all simply see her
as nothing more than a pathetic whiny brat kid. And the ultimate
humiliation happens when she goes to talk to a worker she has a
crush on named Travis. She knows shes a big girl. She knows how
to get his attention. She decides to be blunt. She goes up to
him. She lisps "Can I suck your peepee?" He wonders if shes had
an accident. She then stomps her foot. As shes throwing a
tantrum she then poops her pullups. He asks if someone went
poopy. She cries completely humiliated as he takes off her skirt
and walks her through the office. Lots of coworkers notice. Shes
so embarrassed. Even Debbie runs into them and she offers to
change her. If you can do something close to that with a few of
your own details thrown in I'd be very happy! Will be my last
idea for a bit. It's my ultimate story idea would love it as
soon as you can. Thanks! :)
Tim Daniel
1mo
He also realizes that shes a little girl after all and not
someone old enough for him. He cant believe it. She feels so
humiliated and sobs. For they used to talk. But yeah that's my
idea I've had for a bit now. If it could be done I'd be happy
since I gotta have some money so wont be able to comission again
for a bit
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Re: Office pledge
By: Cya Date: May 7, 2019, 5:57 am
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Re: Office pledge
By: Cya Date: May 18, 2019, 6:00 am
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"Hi everyone! My name is Cheryl and I'm, umm, twenty one. I work
at a weally big buildin that is all white and we research,
umm...."
Cheryl paused as she struggled to remember what to say next. The
young woman couldn't remember how long she had been giving these
weekly reports, but she knew that these weekly reports were
important to her boss, which was why she was brought into her
office weekly to give these presentations. One thing she could
vaguely recall was being talked to like she was an adult when
she had first started working here. She missed those days and
was suddenly filled with a sense of determination to impress her
boss by nailing this report!
"We research the bwain and mental pwoblems. Accordin to Miss
Valkeres, my boss standin wight hew, I'm weally helpin the
research by giving these reports!"
A woman, who was probably in her late thirties, clicked off her
Web cam and smiled at the college aged girl who stood in front
of her desk.
"You did such a good job, Cheryl." Miss Valkeres cooed sweetly.
"I twy." Cheryl smiled, feeling proud of herself for nailing her
weekly report.
"That's a girl!"
Miss Valkeres stepped forward and patted Cheryl on the head,
ruffling her hair slightly, but ultimately not disturbing the
two twin tails that were on the opposite sides of her head.
Cheryl always hated this kind of praise. She knew it wasn't
appropriate for the workplace and felt that the only reason that
everyone treated her like a little kid was due to her height.
Sure, she wasn't the tallest woman in the office, but that was
no reason for everyone of her coworkers to act like she was a
kindergartner or something. She knew that she was smart, she had
a high school diploma to prove it!
"Now be sure to get the rest of your work done, little girl. I
want those documents on my desk before Debbie gives you a ride
home."
Cheryl caught herself about to huff in annoyance, but stopped
herself. Things could be worse, she told herself. All she had to
do was color in some pictures and get paid. She knew that once,
a long time ago, she had to file big, hundred word reports and
stuff with graphs and things like that. Sure, coloring was
childish, but it was easy money!
"Sure thin, Miss Valkewes!"
Cheryl left Miss Valkeres' office and was immediately overcome
with a sense of shame at how easily she had just submitted to
how her boss treated her. 'Yeah, I'm a little short and I got a
lisp but that does not mean that I should let people talk down
to me. I'm not a child, darn it!'
"Cheryl, I don't think you should be dawdling. What would Miss
Valkewes say if she saw you standing around like a lazy little
girl?"
The young woman felt her train of thought go off the tracks. She
tried not to groan due to hearing that familiar voice which
belonged to her most overbearing and doting coworker: Debbie.
Cheryl spun around, her eyes instantly going up to meet the much
taller woman's gaze.
"I jus got outta meeting wiff Miss Valkeres."
The woman standing opposite her let out a small chuckle and
reached forward to fix Cheryl's dress shirt. Unbeknownst to the
college aged girl, her shirt was tucked into her pink pull up.
"Stob id!" Cheryl whined as womanly hands adjusted her shirt
until it was tucked into her school girl style skirt.
"None of that back talk, little girl. After all, you should be
thanking me for hiding your princess pull ups!"
Cheryl paused, blushing while Debbie fixed her outfit. She had
no idea how long she had been walking around like that. Here she
was, at the age of twenty one, walking around with her shirt
tucked into her infantile underwear, the stupid pull ups
sticking out for God knew how long.
Meanwhile, Debbie was the perfect picture of womanhood. The
complete opposite of Cheryl in her professional business skirt
and blouse while Cheryl rocked the latest fashions that looked
like they were out of a Catholic High School catalog. Not only
did Debbie look like a professional, but she hovered over the
young woman, her natural height aided by a pair of heels while
Cheryl stood there in velcro shoes. She used to wear heels, but
over time they became too tricky to walk in. It was Debbie who
bought her these ridiculous new shoes, with Miss Valkeres'
approval and the company charge card.
“Alright, there we are. Right as rain." Debbie cooed as she
admired her handiwork. "Now, I think we should go over to your
desk and get back to work, don't you?”
"Yeh, Debbie. I will." Cheryl replied, focusing on her words as
best she could, in an attempt to overcome her newly developed
lisp.
She turned away from the statuesque woman and quickly walked
back to her desk. It was the one place where she felt like she
had a bit of solace from the never ending infantile tones and
onslaught of degrading diaper checks.
'They weren't diapers. They were pull ups!' At least, that's
what Cheryl told herself.
She had started to wear the stupid padded underwear to work
about two weeks ago when she had a major accident while in the
middle of a presentation. Of course, it was Miss Valkeres' idea
to get Cheryl protection, one Debbie was more than happy to help
her with. It didn't help that Debbie was her driver...
Poor Cheryl couldn't even remember the last time she could drive
herself to work. She knew that she used to drive all the
time, her driver's license confirmed it! Still, not being forced
into the morning carpool, which ironically enough, was only
inhabited b herself and Debbie, meant that she didn't need to
drive. So, since she forgot how to drive, that meant that she
was reliant on Debbie for more than just her ride to and from
work. Debbie had become something akin to a babysitter to her,
over the past two r three months. She'd drive her through fast
food places for her meals, always getting her a "happy meal"
which rarely made Cheryl feel happy and help her with her weekly
grocery shopping. It was during these trips to the store that
Debbie took the "liberty" of buying Cheryl her diapers, as the
taller woman loved to call them.
Still, at least she had her own desk and her time alone at home.
She didn't want to dwell on how much control Debbie and by
extention, Miss Valkeres, was gaining over her life. Cheryl
just wanted to relax and color. After all, how many people could
say that their jobs allowed them to relax?
With that in mind, she put her oversized Crayola onto the
outline of Elmo and proceeded to shade him in. It was time
consuming work, but allowed her to not think about her ever
growing mental decline. The poor girl couldn't even remember
agreeing to help test a new drug that her company was
developing; the sole reason for her rapid change of status in
the company. Every week that passed, the drug did more and more
damage to her mind and thrusted the young woman further into an
all encroaching world of toddlerhood. However, that was the last
thought on her mind, she had just finished coloring Elmo!
"What are you working on, sweetheart?"
Cheryl sighed, knowing that Debbie was back again, but didn't
she just talk with her?
"Debbie, can't ya see I'm bery busy hewe?"
"I know, honey, but I just remembered that I didn't check your
diaper when we chatted two hours ago."
'Two hours ago?!' Cheryl looked up at the clock. 'Have I really
been coloring for two hours?'
Before Cheryl could tell Debbie that she was still dry, the
taller gal hoisted the petite blond off of her chair and into
her arms. Not even seconds later, before Cheryl could even
register being scooped up, did Debbie stick two fingers into the
legband of the pink pull ups.
"Huh, only wet." Debbie said thoughtfully. "Such a good girl!
Not making poo poos in her diapers!"
"Put meh down damn id!" Cheryl whined, wriggling up a storm.
"Now, don't be so fussy." Debbie admnished. "I told you to come
see me if you wet your diapers. How many times do I need to
remind you?"
"Umm, I dun need to git ya fur da potty-I men-toiwet!" Cheryl
defiantly replied, her lisp growing more pronounced as she felt
a tantrum building up within her small body.
"Oh, yes, you do!" Debbie shot back. "Miss Valkeres specifically
told me that I was in charge of your pull ups and if you want to
pee pee like a baby, and not use the potty like a big girl, then
maybe we should just go straight to pampers then? How's that
sound?"
"Nooooo!" Cheryl cried, getting everyone's attention in the
office.
"I guess I'm going to have to spank you then, huh?"
Debbie didn't even wait for a reply, she carried the fussing and
flailing twenty one year old brat over to the closest free table
and laid the five for tall terror across it. The taller woman
quickly ripped off the soaked and soggy pink pull up to reveal
Cheryl's moist ass cheeks, sopping wet from sitting her own
urine. Wasting no time, Debbie commenced the spanking, bring
down a firm opened palm right hand across the tantrum throwing
blond's cute little ass. Each slap caused Cheryl to cry out in
pain.
Niether Cheryl or Debbie noticed, but a crowd had slowly
developed around them, even a few clients for the firm left
their meeting with Miss Valkeres to take a glance at this
curious spectacle. Surrounded by a good baker's dozen or so, the
impromtu show went on as coworkers of Cheryl and Debbie looked
on. The clients, Japanese businessmen, stared in awe. They
quickly started to whisper amongst themselves as the young woman
waa running out of steam.
"Okay, nothing to see here. Just a fussy little brat who needed
a good spanking."
Debbie declared to her coworkers, getting most of them to leave.
The remaining stragglers quickly dissipated once a firm glance
from Miss Valkeres was given towards them.
"I'm sorry about the interuption, Mr Yoshikawa. This girl is
just a test subject for the first batch of the new drug we're
developing to help fight extreme psychosis and dementia."
"Why does she behave in such a way?"
"That's probably just what's left of her adult mind fighting
against how everyone treats her here. We're trying to lull her
gently into a more childish state. We believe that once she
accepts her fate, she'll be as docile as your average toddler."
"I see." Mr. Yoshikawa's face remained blank, deep in thought
before he broke his silence. "I know a few wives that could
benefit from such a drug, right Mr. Sakumoto?"
The men laughed amongst themselves, chatting in Japanese as Miss
Valkeres led them back to her office. Although it wasn't
planned, the outburst with Cheryl may have gotten her a new
source of funding from the Japanese. The time was ripe to strike
a deal and she didn't want to stand around as Debbie diapered
Cheryl.
"There we go, all better.: Debbie cooed to a sniffling Cheryl.
"Now, you get back to work or I'll tan your bottom again, do you
understand, young lady?"
"Yeth, Miss Debbie." Cheryl sobbed and got off the table.
The sniffling young woman just wanted to get away from her
coworker turned babysitter as fast as she could. However, her
legs seemed to be having trouble with walking. Cheryl gazed down
at the bulging bulk that was prominently situated underneath her
skirt.
"Wha da fuq?!"
Her hands short down to her protruding crotch where she could
feel the outline of a very thick disposable diaper. It was so
much more larger and intrusive than a mere pull up. This thing
was a king sized diaper made for someone who was actually bigger
than her!
Cheryl toddled as fast as her legs could take her, looking for
Travis. She knew that her oldest friend, and secret boyfriend,
could help her out of this silly thng. After all, he knew she
was a big girl, they had playing with each other's privates that
one time!
"Twavis!" Cheryl fluttered her eyelashes and did her best to
pump out her feminine charm as her coworker looked up from his
computer.
"Yes, Cheryl? Do you need me to help you with something?"
Oh, how he always knew what she needed. How he always cared
about her and tried to help her. In her infantile mind, he was
her Knight in shinning armor. She decided to just cut to the
chase and offer him that one thing that she knew all men
secretly wanted from the opposition sex.
"Twavis. Can I suk suk your pee pee?"
Cheryl leaned up against him, grinding her diapered crotch
against the man's knee.
Travis was a bit confused by this odd display. He was told that
Cheryl was basically a retard now and that all sexual desire
should've been long gone from her diminished little brain.
Suddenly, it occurred to him just what she wanted. After all,
she said "pee pee" and was rubbing her diaper against his knee.
"Did a certain little girl go potty in her pampers?"
Cheryl couldn't believe what had just came out of Travis' mouth.
She had offered him a blow job and he was talking down to her
like she was some little girl! Why did everyone talk to her like
this?!
The college aged blond threw her velcro clad sneaker to the
ground, stomping like a true brat, upset that she wasn't getting
what she wanted.
Before her tantrum could escalate, a loud muffled fart escaped
from her butt, alerting her to the fact that her breakfast was
rapidly trying to find a way out of her body.
"Nooo, nod now!"
Her body took over. Cheryl felt like her legs were on autopilot
as she squatted down, in front of Travis, and let loose a
gutteral torrent of farts and fecal matter into her pampers. The
blond fought back fresh tears as her bottom ballooned out and
ultimately sagged down to the ground.
"Did someone go poopy?"
Cheryl could only cry in response. She was supposed to be a
mature, independent woman. Not this oversized, pamper pooping
baby.
"It's okay, sweetie, you just need a diaper change."
Travis helped her to her feet and removed her skirt, exposing
her bulging and brown stained diaper to anyone wh cared to look.
Unluckily for Cheryl, most everyone got a chance to look since
she was ushered through the office in just her dress shirt and
swollen pamper. Everyone they passed stopped and stared at her
like she was a freak, but instead of ridiculing her, some of
them, mostly the women, cooed at her condescendingly.
'It isn't fair!' Cheryl thought to herself. She only wanted to
be a big girl and kiss Travis' pee pee. That would've proven to
everyone that she wasn’t stupid baby, but here she was, being
led around like a toddler in her soiled huggies!
'This can't get any worse!'
"Oh, did my favorite coworker poopum her pampers?"
Cheryl was instantly proven wrong. Her mind, what was left of
it, went blank. How could her luck be so bad?!
"Yeah, she did, Debbie." Travis replied, rubbing the back of her
head with his left hand while he kept his right hand firmly in
place, holding Cheryl's hand.
"I can change her poopy butt if you want."
"Really?" Travis brightened up. Needless to say, the last thing
he wanted to do was wipe his former lover's shit covered ass.
"It's no trouble at all. I have plenty of experience with her
wet ones. This is just more to clean." Debbie explained, eyeing
the blushing Cheryl.
"You're a lifesaver, Debbie!" Travis smiled. "I really owe you
one!"
"Think nothing of it."
Debbie happily took Cheryl's hand and led her to the bathroom
for the first of what would be many, many dirty diaper changes.
The End
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