Published: April 18th 2021, 2:01:00 pm
"Hey, Mathilda, could I talk to you?"
Mathilda looked up, fidgeting in her seat like a naughty little girl who had been caught doing something bad, seeing her manager standing over her. He looked so big, so imposing... Her thumbnail almost went right back into her mouth, but she managed to stop it in time. "Y-Yeah, sure," she nodded, following him meekly to his office.
He sat down at his desk, seeming a bit nervous himself for a moment. "I'm... not really sure how to address this," he admitted. "You're the last person I thought I'd have any trouble with this from... Is everything all right? At home?"
Mathilda frowned, confused. "Y-Yeah?" Things were no different than usual at home... She and Marlon were getting together well, spending lots of time together... The only odd thing she could think of was that, somewhere in the back of her mind, the idea of giving him a blowjob was feeling more and more tempting. Normally, the thought disgusted her, and there was still enough of that to stop her, yet there was something about the concept that almost seemed soothing, in a way.
She wasn't about to tell her boss about that, however. "I-I'm fine," she assured him.
"Okay," he nodded. "Because... Well, you've been breaking dress code lately, pretty frequently. I wasn't sure if maybe you were in a situation where you couldn't get to your normal wardrobe, in which case..."
"No!" Mathilda shook her head. "That isn't it at all!"
"Well, then... What is it?"
"Umm..." That was much harder to answer. She still had her blazers, her long, professional skirts, at home, in her closet, but it had been getting harder and harder to convince herself to wear them. They were so boring... Especially after she'd worn the dress she'd bought at that excursion to the store a few times, and seen how she looked in that. She'd started breaking out of her usual, boring style, going for something different... And, by now, she had quite the collection of hair bows, which she wore almost every day.
Today, she was in a pair of jeans, with a cute little pink tank top, her hair bow white. She'd thought it was a safe bet, because she'd realized partway through the previous day that the skirt she'd been wearing was so short, she'd been flashing her panties to the office basically any time she moved. She'd been embarrassed, of course, when she figured it out... But there had also been something fun about that. She'd squirmed in her seat, barely noticing as her anxious thumbnail biting had turned into full-on thumbsucking.
"I-I'm sorry?" she settled on at last, no excuse coming to mind. She wanted her thumb back in her mouth now so badly, but she knew she couldn't let herself do that, not here, not now...
"It's all right," he told her gently. "You're a good worker, Mathilda, and there haven't been any problems with this before now... We can just go back to the way things were before, okay?"
"O-Okay," she nodded, though she didn't really want that... She didn't want to lose her job, either, so she trudged back out to her desk, almost immediately starting to suck her thumb as soon as she was sitting, nose wrinkling as she imagined having to go back to her normal, dumb work clothes...
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Marlon knew, right away, that something was wrong... The only real question was whether it was wrong solely for Mathilda, or if it was going to mean he needed an adjustment to his plan.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, hiding his smile as he saw her quickly pulling her thumb from her mouth, trying to pretend she hadn't just been doing that. "Why are you upset?"
"I-I'm not," she lied.
Had there been another accident? He'd seen several pairs of her panties in the hamper, wet spots of gradually increasing sizes in them. He took it as a good sign that, while she had wanted to hide them from him, she hadn't thought to do anything more than toss them in with the other clothes, not even trying to bury them where they wouldn't be immediately spotted.
"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow.
She sniffed, squirmed. "I-I got yelled at," she pouted. "M-My boss doesn't like the way I dress."
"Oh, sweetie," he sighed. "I'm so sorry!"
"No, he's right," she said. "I-I've been dressing like a teenager, and I'm not, I'm a big girl!" Of course, they both knew that, even as a teenager, she'd never dressed this way... He hoped it was a good sign that she didn't mention that, though the fact she'd had the revelation at all was worrying. Was his plan falling apart? Was she going to break through?
"I think you look wonderful, no matter how you're dressed," he told her with a kiss.
She smiled, but there was some uncertainty there, like she was starting to pull away, to break free from it all... His mind raced, wondering if he should up the dosages in her nightly bottle, if he'd moved too slowly, if it was too late...
And then, it happened. She got up from the couch, going to get herself a drink, perfectly normal. He thought nothing of it, although he was starting to wonder what was taking so long when he heard her voice, tiny and timid, calling from the hallway. "Marlon!" she whimpered. "Marlon, help!"
He hopped off the couch, hurrying towards her, stopping when he saw the wonderful sight that was waiting for him there. There she was, standing there, eyes shining with tears, jeans soaked, the wet spot still growing. This wasn't some little accident like she'd been having... She'd completely peed her pants, and, instead of trying to get away with it, to keep him from finding out, her instinct had been to cry out for him.
"Oh, no!" he did his best to disguise his delight. "What happened?"
"I-I didn't think I had to go that badly," she sniffled. "I-I wasn't even gonna go to the potty yet, and then..." She glanced down at herself, face turning almost as pink as her tank top. "I-I went pee-pee all over myself!"
"You certainly did," he agreed. "But that's okay! We'll get you all cleaned up... There's no reason to be upset!"
Definitely not for him, at least... It was only a matter of time now, before he got exactly what he'd wanted all along from her.
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"Isn't this nice?" Marlon smiled. "You can wear this under some of your more professional stuff, and you'll still look cute, but you won't get in trouble!"
She did really like the bodysuit he was holding out for her... It was adorable, pink gingham with ribbon lacing up the side, lots of lace... The crotch did look strangely wide to her, but, otherwise, she loved it. Which was, in a way, the problem.
She didn't want to have to wear anything over it! She wanted to show it off, to have everyone tell her how cute she was in it! Of course, if she did that, she'd probably end up in her manager's office again, squirming, fighting not to start sucking her thumb in front of him, as she'd started doing more and more the past few days...
"I love it," she told Marlon truthfully, giving him a big hug. With those snaps in the crotch, instead of the usual hooks, it wouldn't even be that hard to get out of if she needed to get to the bathroom quickly! It really was perfect...
Too perfect to hide. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and she couldn't go to work in just it, obviously, so, without meaning to, she wound up skipping work. She fully intended to finish getting dressed and go in, but, after admiring the bodysuit on its down for a while, the next thing she knew, it was almost her normal lunchtime, and she was still in her bedroom.
She was going to be in so much trouble! She'd already been yelled at... What was her manager going to do to her after this?! Even though she knew it would never happen, not in a professional place like her office, she couldn't help imagining her manager bending her over his desk, spanking her bottom like a naughty little girl...
Her thumb made its way into her mouth as she thought about it, cheeks darkening as she writhed on her bed, feeling her bodysuit rub against her privates through her panties. She really did feel like a naughty little girl... Maybe she deserved to be treated like one.
The feeling was only amplified when, inevitably, she ended up wetting herself again. Marlon wasn't there to help her, but she had the overwhelming urge to tell him anyway, to confess, and, when he asked, to send him a picture of her sorry state. He texted her through cleaning herself up - something she knew she ought to be capable of doing on her own, honestly - and he told her to put on whatever she liked and wait for him.
Normally, she would never have considered wearing a crop top, outside of her cheerleading uniform, which had always made her so self-conscious... Now, she'd purchased several, and she loved them. She put on one of those, a pink one with a white, lace heart in the middle, declaring her a 'Babygirl', that felt appropriate, along with the skirt that she'd worn a few days ago, and flashed most of the office with. She'd thought it was professional when she bought it, because it was black, but, obviously, the length kept it from really fitting that description. She had no such excuse for why she'd bought the shirt... It was so silly, so childish... So, why did she enjoy wearing it so much?
She was still sitting on the floor in their bedroom when Marlon got home, carrying a shopping bag. "Now, Mathilda," he told her softly, "I don't want you to be upset... But I bought you a few things that I think might help."
"Okay," she nodded, confused about why she would be mad at something helpful. "Thank you!"
Her words were a bit premature, it turned out. She blushed, starting to suck on her thumb immediately once she saw what he took out of the bag. "Th-Those are for babies!" she whined.
"No, sweetie," he shook his head. "These are Pull-Ups... They're for toddlers, not babies. I thought, with the accidents you'd been having, they'd help keep you from getting everything all wet... And I also found this." Her face warmed further, seeing the pacifier he produced. "It isn't good for your teeth for you to suck your thumb that way all the time... This will be a little better for you."
"B-But... I-I'm not a toddler, either," she tried lamely. Gently, he plucked her thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with the pacifier. Without even thinking, her mouth started to suck away, the sensation so much better than it had been with her thumb that she could almost forget what it was.
Marlon smiled, watching her, and helped her to her feet, slowly sliding her underwear down. "See?" he pointed out. "You're already damp!"
Mathilda looked at her panties, having to nod when she saw the wet spot, reluctantly stepping into her new Pull-Up. It felt so big and bulky compared to her underwear... It was so big, in fact, her skirt didn't hide it at all, the crotch of them constantly visible. "I-I'm not a toddler!" she repeated, sinking down onto the edge of their bed in shock.
"Of course you aren't," he kissed her on the forehead... But, as he moved away, going to put her panties in the laundry, she saw herself in the mirror, the whole outfit coming together to remind her of just how much she fit the description emblazoned across her chest.