Lawyer Dummy: Chapter 4

“Ugh, what am I even doing?” 

Hiding inside one of the several experimental cribs that had been placed in storage, Tina had grown bored of her blackmail scheme. A boredom that only got worse every time Charles came down to grab more files and left without so much a parting glance at the humiliating outfit he had set his sights on early that day. “Seriously, just perv out already,” she said to herself as she flipped through her Instagram trying to keep herself at least mildly entertained. 

What had seemed like a fantastic idea from the start was now beginning to feel like the biggest bonehead move that Tina had ever pulled. Clearly, this whole scheme wasn’t working out, though it wasn’t as if Tina had much experience with blackmail. Tossing her phone into her purse, she was ready to give up and head home. She’d just have to figure out some other way to keep the new lawyer off of her tail. 

However, just as Tina was about to leave, the door to the storage area opened once more. She quickly ducked down and silently groaned. “Of course, he’d come in right as I was gonna leave,” she thought, resting her cheek on her arm as she lay prone in the crib, “I just hope he doesn’t take as long as he did last time.” She reached down and checked the status of her diaper, concerned that another wetting would cause it to leak. 

Pulling out her phone once again, Tina tapped away as she waited to hear the sound of Charles’ footsteps exiting the room. Sadly, whatever he was doing over there was taking even longer than last time. Part of her wanted to attempt an escape while he was over there, but the intelligent part of her brain knew what a terrible idea that was. 

Suddenly, Tina could hear that Charles was on the move. Only he wasn’t heading toward the exit. Instead, it sounded like he was getting closer. She slowly lowered her phone and peeked her eyes up, noticing that Charles was walking to where she was hiding. Did he somehow figure out she was in here?! There was nothing she could do but remain frozen in place and pray to Goddess that he was oblivious to her presence. 

Thankfully, Charles waltzed right by Tina’s hiding spot without so much as a second glance. She went limp on the crib mattress, not enjoying the insane amounts of stress that gave her. This was definitely the last time she did a stakeout. 

Crinkle! 

A familiar sound caused Tina’s ears to perk up once more. It was the unmistakable sound of a diaper being unfolded. Lifting her head up, her eyes went wide as she saw Charles laying himself down on one of the changing tables with a prototype Super Absorber in hand. Her heart began to race as she tabbed over to her phone camera and waited. She had no idea what Charles was up to or how far he was going to go, but one thing was clear. He was about to have his hand caught in the cookie jar whether he liked it or not! 

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Standing triumphantly with her phone held high, Tina smirked as she approached the playsuit-wearing diaper perv that was Charles. This was everything she’d wanted and more. Not only did he put on the suit, but he’d also decided to indulge in some kinky playtime as well. All while still on the company’s time. “Well, lawyer baby, what do you have to say for yourself?” she said as she saved the photo to the cloud, ensuring that even if Charles tried to take her phone by force, she had access to that picture. 

Charles, meanwhile, was locked in place as if rigor mortis had set in. His greatest nightmare was unfolding before his very eyes and he had no idea what to do or what to say. Worst of all was that someone else holding his adult life in their hands was somehow incredibly erotic. He’d only just climaxed and he could feel his little buddy begging for more attention. 

Slowly and awkwardly, Charles dismounted the hobby horse. His legs felt like jello when they finally touched down on solid ground again. With his eyes locked onto the floor, he stood before Tina and began to verbalize his plea, “P-Please delete that. I-I’ll do anything you want.” He dropped to his knees at Tina’s feet and bowed his head in shame. 

“Oh wow, you really are pathetic. I suppose I can keep a secret if you can,” snickered Tina as she lightly patted his hair. She had him right where she wanted him, “However, I do have some conditions. Number one, I overheard you and Ned talking about a secretary position. I assume being the assistant of the company’s lawyer would come with quite the pay raise.” 

Charles grimaced. He’d never felt so wrong about a person before. He really didn’t want to be stuck with someone as duplicitous as Tina for his executive assistant, but he didn’t really have an option. “Fine, I’ll let Ned know,” he said, his voice cracking as if he were choking back tears, “Are you even qualified for that position? It won’t be easy.” 

“Oh, I’m not worried. I’ll have you there to cover for whatever I can’t do…or should I say, don’t want to do,” said Tina, giggling at her own cruel joke. It was at this point that she was starting to feel pretty guilty about taking advantage of someone at their lowest point, but at the same time, she was in too deep to do anything about it. “The other thing I need from you is to get Ned off my ass. When you tell him that you want me as your assistant, be sure to let him know how mature and thoughtful l am. That should put an end to whatever this little investigation is about.” 

All of a sudden, it hit Charles like a sack of bricks. “Tina, do you think Ned’s having me review these files as a means to fire you?” he asked, a bit awestruck that someone could be so self-centered and delusional. 

“Well, yeah. That’s why he was taking shots at me during the test today. He said he wants to “trim the fat” and I’m not naive enough to sit back and let that happen,” said Tina, unaware that she was making a complete self-centered ass of herself.  

Charles couldn’t only shake his head in response. As much as he wanted to shove Tina’s ineptitude in her face, he wasn’t exactly sure it was the smartest idea when she had him by the balls like this. 

“Whatever, I’ll do what you want,” he said, relenting to Tina’s wishes, “Now, can you help me out of this thing? I just want to go home now.” 

Rolling her eyes, Tina tucked her phone into her pocket and gestured for Charles to turn around. “See, I’m already being such a fabulous assistant,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word as she went for the zipper on the back of the playsuit. Unfortunately, as she tried to pull the zipper down, the small, metal piece refused to move, “Shit…lemme just…” She pushed Charles forward, contorting his body into a very uncomfortable position as she tried to pry the zipper open with brute force. 

“Ow, ow, ow, OW, OW! Okay, get off!” shouted Charles as he shoved Tina off of him. Reaching behind himself, he started clawing at the zipper, unable to get it to budge even a millimeter. “What…the…why won’t it come off?!” His heartbeat quickly picked up to a rapid pace. Despite being in the playsuit of his dreams, he was no longer even the slightest bit horny. All he could feel now was fear. 

Tina’s face slowly shifted from a gleeful smirk to a nervous frown as she watched Charles struggle. Even as she continued to blackmail him, she never planned to go as far as to actually reveal his playtime secrets. Not only that, but if everyone found out about him taking the playsuit for a spin, she’d have nothing left to hold over him and he could tell Ned all about her little blackmail plot. “Hang on, lemme go check something,” she said as she ran off toward the filing cabinet. 

Flipping through the many rows of files, Tina finally found what she was looking for. “The CrissBaby Waddle Onesie,” she said to herself as she cracked open the file and began reading through the testing notes. Her heart skipped a beat as she confirmed what she was most nervous about, “Um, Charles? I think we have a problem.” 

Waddling through the storage area to the record’s cage, Charles was completely out of breath by the time he got to Tina. As it turns out, this playsuit really wasn’t designed for its wearer to be up and about. “What? What’s wrong now?” he said, beyond frustrated by how this once marvelous evening had taken a sharp turn for the worse. 

Holding up the file for Charles to see, Tina explained, “According to these testing notes, the suit has a built-in weight sensor that’s designed to lock its wearing inside until the wearer’s diaper hits the required weight.” 

“S-So, how heavy does it need to be?” Charles stammered, blushing as he realized what this was going to entail. Despite being someone with both a diaper kink and a messy kink, he’d never actually enjoyed using his diapers for their intended purpose. Peeing was no issue, but he didn’t really like to mess himself if he could help it. The feeling always made him want out of whatever diaper he was wearing as soon as it happened. Sadly, if he wanted out of the playsuit, he may not have much of a choice. 

What Charles didn’t know was that it was far worse than he was imagining as Tina was quick to point out, “That’s the thing. The suit never made it beyond the testing phase because they couldn’t get the weight trigger to work properly. No wonder this was one of Margrette’s least favorite products. She was stuck in that suit for nearly two days before they got it off her.” 

“Wait, what are we supposed to do then?!” shouted Charles, his rage beginning to bubble up to the surface, “What does the file say about how Margrette got this fucking thing off?” 

Curling her lips inward, Tina sighed. “Nothing. Either the report wasn’t finished or they didn’t think it was an important enough detail, but the damn thing says nothing about how they actually got it off,” she yelled as the guilt she was feeling earlier tripled in size, “The only thing I can think of is to ask Margrette when she gets into work tomorrow.” 

“Oh my Goddess, this is a nightmare,” said Charles as he plopped back on his beanbag of a waddle spreader, “This is what I fucking get. I’d always done such a good job keeping my work life and kink life separate. Now I’m fucked!” He lowered his head into his hands and started to sob. 

Kneeling down next to Charles, Tina placed a hand on his shoulder and held up her phone for Charles to see. “I’m sorry, Charles. If it’s any consolation, the blackmail mission is off,” she said, presenting the photo of him going wild on the rocking horse. She hovered her thumb over the delete image button and pressed it, wiping her phone of any evidence she had collected. 

“Th-Thanks for that, Tina,” said Charles. It wasn’t much, but it was one less weight being hung over his head, so it gave him at least a little relief. 

Standing back up, Tina offered her hand to Charles. “C’mon, let’s stash you in your office before security comes by,” she said, presenting a comforting smile as Charles took her hand and hoisted himself up, allowing them to share a brief moment of comradery with each other, “I promise, no matter what it takes, I’m gonna do everything I can to help you out of this.” 

TO BE CONTINUED…