Executive Decision - By Hal

Executive Decision.

By Hal.

“How close are we?” said the youthful girl in the trim fitting slacks. The older woman in the ultra conservative suit put aside her appointment book and glanced up from her desk.

“Oh, I think we're just about there. She's had the tapes for several weeks, and she listens to them on a daily basis”. The younger girl giggled, shifting her position on the expensive leather couch.

“And she has no idea?” she asked.

“None,” replied the older woman.  “As far as she's concerned, they're just recordings of her favorite classical music compositions. She listens to them in her office and in her car. .

She has no idea of the additional..... bonus she's getting” This last was said with a wry smile. The younger girl took this in and said, “And you're sure that there's no effect for anyone else?” The older woman smiled.

“I've told you for the 40th time that the subject must listen to the tapes for hours on end, over a period of weeks. A casual passerby would not be affected in the slightest way.”

“Well, that's a relief!” laughed the girl. “So when will you send the package?” At this last question, the older woman’s eyes took on a faint gleam of malice.

“Today!” was all she said.

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Sara Hastings took off her glasses and set them on her desk.

She rubbed her tired eyes and eased her pumps off. Her nyloned feet sank deeply into the high pile carpet and she relished the feeling of freedom. Only 26, she was Vice-President in charge of Operations of a large public relations firm in downtown San Francisco. It had been a hectic week, and the firm was getting ready to unveil a mural painting by a renowned national artist.

The painting would hang in the main lobby of the new Government building, a project that was nearing completion. The intercom buzzed, and Sara's assistant, 23 year old Julie Cooper said, “Ms. Hastings, Mr. Stevens is waiting for you in the boardroom”. Sara put her glasses back on and got up from her desk. She slipped back into her pumps and came around her desk, looking every inch the prim and proper young executive. She wore a navy blue conservative suit, her skirt a bare two inches above her knee, fitting for an executive of her rank and station. She stood 5'5 and weighed a trim 117 pounds, possessing an excellent figure. Her breasts were firm and round, and pressed tantalizingly against the white silk blouse she wore under her well tailored blazer. Her shapely legs were encased in expensive, silk reflections suntan pantyhose. Her slightly tight skirt hugged a firm, round ass. White silken high cut briefs clung to her curves underneath her suit. Her tight bottom swayed in her clothing as she walked passed Julie's desk, the overhead fluorescent lights dancing off her sleekly pantyhosed legs. Her tight hose hugged her flesh, and with every step she felt its slick embrace, cradling her sensitive skin. Julie looked at her boss as she strode primly by, her ash blonde hair in a conservative bun. The trouble with Sara, Julie thought, was that she confused style for substance.

Sara was attractive, and felt that good looks coupled with the right image were a passport to success. So far, she had been right. Sara had moved up the ladder quickly, ingratiating herself to Mr. Stevens at every opportunity. She didn't much care whose toes she stepped on, as long as she got what she wanted. Along the way she had made several enemies, not the least was Mary Hatch. Mary was a 32 year old single mother, a woman who had come up the hard way. With drive, intelligence, and sheer hard work, she had earned for herself the top marketing position in the firm. On a recent project, Sara had stepped in at the last minute and claimed the lion's share of the credit. Mary had little choice but to stand by as the “fair haired girl” took all the laurels while she had done most of the work. To add insult to injury, Sara had tried to stop Mary from bringing her 15 month old son to the office, which she often did because of her long work hours and harried schedule. In this, at least, Sara was not to have her way. Mr. Stevens had approved the arrangement and his word was final.

Julie reflected on this as Sara went down the short hallway to the boardroom. She had her own troubles with her prima donna boss, who seemed to delight in making others feel inadequate and small.

As Sara came into the boardroom, she noticed the painting was hanging on the wall behind the small presentation platform at the end of the room. This platform would be curtained off for today's news conference, where amid much fanfare, the painting would be unveiled to the public for the first time. It would be a true media event, with television coverage complete with visiting city dignitaries.

“Hello Daren, said Sara “I've been seeing to the final details and everything is in place. I'm sure they'll be no problems”. Daren Stevens looked at his star executive with approval. She was young, but she had what it took to get ahead.

He noticed her rounded curves and the lines of her underpants as she moved in her clothing. At this moment, Mary Hatch came in, followed by Alex Keaton, Sara's boyfriend from Human Resources.

She looked at Sara with a frown on her face, noticing the girls trim figure and fashionable clothes.

“Sara,” she said, “A UPS delivery just came for you, its' on your desk”. Sara looked at the older women and thought that for a smart lady, Mary could be awfully dumb. She's never going to get ahead with her dour clothes and stern appearance. Sara nodded at Mary and said, “Mary, I've decided not to go with your recommendation on the Johnson project. I'll make the presentation myself”. Mary fumed but said nothing. Six weeks of work had just went down the drain due to a whim from this arrogant girl.

“I think you should reconsider, Sara,” Mary said “I.....” Mary was suddenly cut off.

“I think that will be all, Mary,” smiled Sara. “I've made an executive decision on this and the matter is closed”. Daren Stevens smiled to himself. The phrase “Executive Decision” was one of his favorites, and everyone knew that when he uttered it all discussion ceased...or else. Sara turned to Mr. Stevens who said, “I'll open the meeting with some general remarks and then turn the presentation over to you, Sara. They'll be some very important people here today with influence all over the country.  This will be a golden opportunity to get yourself noticed”. Sara beamed happily, thinking along similar lines herself. Mary and Mr. Steven's left the room, and Alex approached her. He took the beautiful girl in his arms, his hands going to her firm ass.

“OH!!” said Sara. “Alex, you stop that right now!! I'm not one of your play dolls form the secretarial pool!” Alex removed his hands with regret. Sara truly did have a wonderful figure. He was a bit tired of being put off by her, however. She was playing hard to get, and that was fine, but his patience was wearing a little thin.

“Oh, all right Sara!!” he said with a sigh in his voice.  “Are we still on for tonight?”

Sara smiled at the large man and with a teasing smile, and simply said, “Maybe” and left the boardroom. Alex looked after the departing girl, noting the shapely legs encased in the sleek pantyhose. He also noticed the lines of her silken briefs. He would tease her about that later, he decided.

Sara went to her office, first stopping at Julie's desk.

“Did you get that report cleaned up for me?” she asked in a demanding tone. Julie looked up and said with a note of apprehension, “I've finished the revisions, Ms. Hastings, but am waiting for marketing to finish up with the graphics. They tell me it should be done this afternoon”. Sara put both hands on her trim hips and said, “Damn it Julie, I don't want to hear your lame excuses! I'm tired of putting up with this kind of nonsense. Don't blame marketing; you have to go aggressively after what you want or nothing will happen! If you can't find it in yourself to do what it takes to get the job done, maybe I'll find someone who can!!!” Sara turned on her high heels and stormed off, leaving Julie red faced in front of her co-workers. She knew the others sympathized with her, and knew that Sara could be a true bitch when she wanted to. Well, getting bawled out in front of everyone was still humiliating, and she prayed for the day when she could give some back to her arrogant, demanding boss.

Sara walked briskly into her office, closing the door behind her. Soft classical music flowed from hidden speakers. A large sealed box rested on her desk. She opened the box and was surprised to find only baby clothes!! What was going here? She went through the box and found a package of adult disposable diapers and several pairs of clear plastic pants. There were white ankle socks and several pairs of Mary Jane shoes. Sara was puzzled to notice that they were sized for an adult. Who would want to wear such things? She tried to imagine herself skipping around in just diapers and plastic pants, but the thought was just too ludicrous to entertain for very long. Imagine, she thought, me in a diaper, sucking my thumb, crawling around on the floor! As these thoughts went through her pretty head, her hands went to her hips and ass. She felt her smooth skirt hugging her curves, the sleek nylon of her pantyhose reminding her of her adult status. As she looked at the baby doll nightgowns, thick cotton training panties, and the several pairs of childish tights that completed the collection of infantile clothing, Sara became angry. Mary!!! It had to be Mary!! This was some sick joke on her part for trying to stop her from bringing her son to the office!!

Well, we'll see who laughs last when Mr. Stevens finds out about this! She angrily tossed a pair of plastic pants on her desk and started for the door. She caught sight of herself in profile from a mirror on the wall. She noticed the lines of her underpants showing from under her tight skirt and her frown deepened. She turned on her heels as the intercom on her phone beeped. Before Sara could take another step, she heard a voice come from the speaker.

“Baby Rattle!” was all she heard, and then there was nothing, nothing at all.

********** .

Sara blinked. What had happened? Somehow, she didn't feel right. She glanced at the clock on her desk and noticed that almost twenty minutes had gone by!! She was still standing halfway between the door and her desk. She noticed in amazement that the package of disposable diapers was open!! It took barely a second to take all this in when Sara became aware that her ass felt hot and clammy. For some reason, she couldn't quite keep her legs closed. She glanced in the mirror even as her hands went to her bottom. Instead of a smooth, sleek reflection, the mirror showed a diapered baby girl!! An instant later, her hands were on her ass, feeling the bulky disposable diaper and plastic pants! She was wearing diapers!!! She glanced down in shocked surprise and noticed that her pantyhose were gone! Over her diapers she was wearing what looked like a pair of the childish white tights!! She was barefoot, and her pumps were no where to be seen! It felt like the diaper was kissing her, claiming her, the plastic pants forming a grim seal on the bargain. Sara's face burned with shame and humiliation. Who had done this to her? Why was diapered!!? Her hair was in pigtails and the short baby doll she was wearing didn't even come to the waistband of her childish tights “Oh, diapers are so uncomfortable!!!” she said aloud, pulling at her plastic pants. With a waddle, she went to her desk, her plastic pants making an audible cracking sound. As she came around the desk, she spotted her grown up underwear!! They were lying in a small pile, seemingly abandoned by their owner.

Sara looked down in shock. Her silken underpants, her lace bra, and her pantyhose were ruined! It looked like someone had taken a large pair of scissors and simply went crazy. Her expensive pantyhose had been cut in half at the crotch, as well as her panties. Her bra had received similar treatment, and all the ruined garments had been tied and knotted together!! Sara moaned in her uncomfortable diapers and fell into her chair, her hand clutching the twisted and tangled silky material. She could feel the stiff waistband of the plastic pants as they cut into her trim stomach. The disposable diaper chaffed at her ass, and she felt as if gripped by steel. Her middle was hot and sweaty, the plastic pants creating a mini sauna bath with the trapped humidity. Sara felt a bead of sweat form inside her inner thigh.

She stood and reached around her back, trying to adjust her new underwear. The leg openings of her plastic pants rode sharply at the point where her shapely legs met her firm, rounded bottom.

She tried to adjust them to ease the soreness, but they simply snapped back into their original position. She noticed that the window in her office was slightly ajar. She went to it and looked down 9 floors into the small plaza below. There on the ground were her clothes!! Her sleek conservative business suit, blouse, and pumps were scattered about, looking strangely empty without their owner to fill them out. Sara felt a flash of anger, followed by a sense of deep humiliation. She would make whoever did this pay!!

She was startled by the beep of the intercom.

“Ms. Hastings,” said Julie, “Mr. Stevens and Ms. Hatch are on their way to your office for the 10:00 meeting. Shall I prepare fresh coffee?” Sara listened to this in panic. Her boss and Mary were coming!! They could not be allowed to see her like this! It was too late to do anything about it, though! In a shaky voice she replied to Julie. She had perhaps two minutes before her boss and that bitch from marketing arrived. How could she explain her diapered condition? Sara hurriedly gathered up the box and baby clothes and threw them into her office closet. She picked up her ruined big girl underwear and fled to the window and looked out.

She could see the bay. Looking to her left, she noticed the wide ledge which hugged the building. The wind coming in off the bay today was slight, and blew against the building. A plan formed in the diapered executives mind. It just might work!!

Sara climbed up and out the window onto the ledge. She felt the cool concrete under her cotton-tighted feet. This was crazy, her mind screamed. But what choice did she have? The light wind braced her against the building and the ledge was really quite wide, so there was little danger of falling. However, Sara did not look down as she made her way along. Her hand clutched her grown up undies and was a constant reminder to her of her diapered condition. She had taken such garments for granted, her natural right as a beautiful, attractive young women. Now however, things were different. She was making good progress, and came to the boardroom window. Fortunately, the room was empty. It was fully set up for the unveiling ceremony, the lights and TV camera's silently waiting. The reporters and dignitaries were probably downstairs in the lobby, waiting for the ceremony to begin at 10:30. Sara pushed against the window and was in luck-- the double glass doors swung easily inward. She stepped down in the empty boardroom, looking a strange sight in her baby-doll, tights, and diapers. How many times had she given a presentation in this room in her stylish and fashionable business clothes, knowing that every male eye was on her, appreciating her rounded curves? Those same men would find very little resemblance between that aggressive young woman and the diapered girl with her hair in pigtails who now stood in her place! Her plan was simple-- she would slip out the side door of the boardroom opposite the presentation platform. From there, a small hallway led to the main office floor. A small coat closet was there, and she was sure she could find a rain coat to cover her shameful diapers.

She would make some hurried excuse and go home and change. She'd figure the rest out later, and if what she suspected of Mary Hatch was true, than god help her when she got back!!

Sara was about to start for the side door when she heard voices!! Oh no, she thought, the meeting is starting!!! In a panic she looked around. There was no way she could make the side door in time now, and besides, someone might be in the hallway beyond!! In desperation, she dove under the large boardroom table just as the door opened. Scrambling quickly, she made her way on her knees to the center of the large, oval oak table. Sitting on her thickly diapered ass, her hands clutching her ruined underpants, she listened in horror as the room filled up with co- workers, the press, her boss, and city officials. From her vantage point under the table, she saw chairs being pulled back and people being seated. The room was buzzing with noise, and Sara Hastings, 26 year old Vice President of Operations was trapped under the table dressed and diapered like a two year old!

How had this happened? she wondered. She looked with envy at the pumps and pantyhose of several seated female guests. It wasn't fair! She wasn't a baby! She heard Mr. Stevens making his speech about civic pride and responsibility. She then heard him make an excuse about her absence! She listened in horror as Mary Hatch was introduced and started to give the presentation that Sara was supposed to give. That bitch! thought Sara. She's stealing the attention and my limelight! A part of her whispered that turn about was fair play, but she quickly pushed that thought down.

Damn Mary! She was up in front of everyone, taking credit for my work. She was dressed in her adult clothes while I'm sitting here, trapped in these uncomfortable diapers, my hair in pigtails! Sara listened to the applause that Mary was receiving and then heard that a brief break was to be held before the unveiling. She heard the whir of pictures being taken and then saw the chairs pushed back as people began to leave the room. In seconds, the room was empty. Now was her chance! She crawled on all fours like a baby to the edge of the table, her plastic pants crackling with every movement. Sara peered out and saw no one.

She crawled out from under the table and stood up. She had to make a break fast-- any minute someone could come back in!! As if that thought was a charm, she heard voices approaching the door.

She stopped and turned, ready to retreat to her hiding place under the table. There was not enough time!! In a complete panic, Sara dashed to the curtained platform and darted behind its protective cover. Barely two seconds later, the door opened and several people filed in. Sara was trapped!! There was no cover on the small platform, and no place to hide. She heard numerous voices as the boardroom filled up. The lights of the T.V. cameras went on and the mayor was in front of the closed platform, making a speech-- he was only inches away! Sara was utterly helpless to do anything except squirm silently. Her hot diapers were becoming unbearable and she was sweating in the confining darkness. Her hair became matted to her head and her impeccable make-up had become smudged. Mary was now making a speech. Sara listened, and her eyes grew wide.

“And now ladies and gentleman, Mr. Mayor... It gives me great pleasure to unveil this new treasure for everyone to enjoy!! Sara heard Mary push a button and the curtain started to rise! Before she could move, the curtain rose up and away, leaving Sara standing there before her co-workers, her boss, and the city officials in just diapers and plastic pants!! The crowd gasped in astonishment, and Sara could hear the whir of television cameras. Her eyes blinked at the brightness of the popping flashbulbs. Sara moaned in complete shame. She was being seen in her diapers!! Her face was beat red, and she turned to the side, her hands trying to yank down the short baby-doll nightgown.

“Sara!!!!” cried Mary in delight.

“Mary....” said Sara utter humiliation. The mayor looked at Mr. Stevens and said, “Darren, what's going on? Isn't that your V.P.? Is this some sort of joke? Good lord, she's wearing diapers!!!” Alex Keaton looked at his girlfriend in shock-- where was the prim and proper lady executive? He felt himself grow huge as he looked at his diapered girlfriend. Sara froze on the platform, her eyes wide open in shock. This can't be happening, she thought. She tried to convince herself that this was all a nightmare, but when she looked again, nothing had changed. She was ruined!! How could she ever face anyone again? People were pointing and laughing at the diapered executive, and suddenly, Sara felt her bladder let go.

In complete horror, she listened as all sound in the room died away. The sound of her urine striking the tight plastic pads of her diapers was very loud. Sara felt them grow cold and wet. As the cameras whirred, the former arrogant executive fell to the floor on her stomach, kicking her legs and pounding the floor, crying loudly.

***************

Sara felt a firm arm lift her to her feet. It was Mary!!!

“Come on baby girl,” Mary was saying, “let's go get you cleaned up!!!” Sara hid her head in shame as she was led out of the room. Julie Cooper and Alex followed them out of the room.

Mr. Stevens went to the front and tried to salvage the situation.

Outside, Sara was paraded in front of the other office staff in her diapers. People were laughing and pointing. Sara heard a voice say loudly, “Qoochie qoochie goo-- someone should change the little girl's diaper!!” Sara hid her head on Mary's shoulder. She was led to Mary's sons' nursery. Seated on the changing table, Sara sobbed, “I don't know what happened!!!” the girl could only repeat over and over again. Finally, Mary looked over at Julie who was enjoying herself immensely and smiled.

“What happened, you ask, I'll tell you. Those classical music tapes you listen to were switched!! Oh, they still played the compositions, however embedded in the background were some very strong hypnotic commands and suggestions. Over a period of weeks, you subconscious gradually absorbed these commands. All it took was the code word followed by a command to get you to remove your clothes and put on diapers!  I'll admit though, that this worked out better than I planned. I can't wait to see Sara Hastings diapered on the 6 o'clock news!!” Sara looked up at the grinning Mary.

“But why?” was all she could say.

“Why?” said Mary, “I'll tell you why. You’re a spoiled girl who has no regard for others. You treat people under you like dirt.  You steal other people's ideas and then take the credit. You tried to get Mr. Steven's to stop allowing me to bring my baby to the office-- and that was the final straw. I felt you should look like you were behaving. You might say I made an Executive Decision!!!” Mary laughed as she said this.

Sara could only hang her head in shame, listening to her own words. Mary looked at the crying girl and continued, “You might be interested to know that we've paid a visit to your house”. She nodded to Julie, who pulled a large metal trash can out of the closet. Sara looked in, and was surprised to see what looked like her entire wardrobe piled inside!! She could see her business suits, shoes, panties, pantyhose, and dozens of other garments. The door was opened and dozens of employees crowded in. Several had camcorders. Sara started to struggle, but Mary simply said, “Baby Rattle, command 5!!” Sara felt herself stop struggling and sit passively on the changing table. She didn't know why, but she felt she must co-operate!! She didn't want to, but it seemed she had no choice!! She blushed in shame as Mary stood her up in front of everyone and yanked her tights and plastic pants down.

Her wet diaper was then untaped and thrown into the changing pail. Her baby-doll was whisked off and she was left standing there naked in front of everyone!!! She tried to cover herself, but somehow, her arms would not obey her commands.

“There baby girl,” Mary cooed, “That's better, isn't it?” Sara could only blush beat red in shame. Alex looked at this naked girlfriend and said, “Gee Sara, you sure have a pretty body-- you always kept me on a string, teasing me, but now I have all the views I want!!” Other men present nodded in approval as Sara was taken over Mary's knee.

“And now little girl,” Mary said, “You're going to get what you deserve!!!” Mary started spanking the wayward girl, her hands slapping loudly on the former executives sore and chaffed buttocks. Soon, Sara was crying loudly.

“Oh please stop!!!!! I'm sorry I was a bad little girl!!  I'll change!!!” the sound of the spanking continued.

Whap Whap Whap Whap!!!!! again and again, Mary's hand came down. Sara, to her horror, found herself growing excited. The spanking hurt, but it felt good as well. Each stinging slap brought her closer to orgasm until she finally came!!! Completely humiliated, Sara broke down in huge, racking sobs.

“There there, my child,” said Mary, “was that good?” Sara looked up and saw Mr. Stevens standing there. She could not meet his eyes. He looked angry at her earlier display and her little performance was going to cost the firm plenty to put right. Julie was starting to pour lighter fluid on the clothing in the metal trash container. With glee, she lit a match and set the garments on fire!!!

“NO NO NO!!!!, cried Sara, watching her adult clothes and adulthood go up in flames. “My clothes! My underwear!!! Don't burn them!!!” In minutes it was all over. Her fancy clothes and silky undies were reduced to ashes. Julie put the fire out with an extinguisher. Mr. Stevens left the room in disgust.

“Don't take on so my dear,” said Mary. “Little girls have no need for grown up business suits and silken underpants and pantyhose? Babies don't wear pantyhose!” The on-lookers laughed at this. Mary undid Sara's hair from the childish pigtails and let her long locks fall free. Julie approached the crying girl and took out a pair of battery operated clipping shears. Sara's eyes grew large with fresh shock.

“Oh no! Don't cut off my beautiful hair!!!” She tried to get up but Mary repeated the hypnotic command. Sara could only sit still and watch.

“Please Julie, don't do this,” Sara cried. “I'm sorry I was mean to you!”

Julie looked at her former boss and said, “It's a little to late for that, baby!!!” She then started to cut and trim the girl’s long locks, and soon Sara was bald as a chicken. A mirror was held up in front of her. Sara looked at a complete stranger.

“It's not me, it's not me!!” she cried. Mary looked on in deep satisfaction. The brat was finally getting her due!! Mary made Sara lay down on the table and began to lotion the sobbing girl. She made Sara roll over on her back and sprayed a liberal amount of baby powder on her loins.

“Diaper time!” yelled Mary, and the gathered crowd roared with approval. Sara saw the disposable diaper come into view. The overhead florescent lights gleamed off her bald head.

“I won't wear diapers,” she cried.  “I'm not a baby, no matter what you say!” Julie stuffed a pacifier in her mouth and Sara was silent. She burned with shame. She had been made to change into diapers and destroy her adult undies. She had been seen in public in her diapers in front of everyone! She had watched her adult clothes being burned in front her and had been spanked naked over the lap of her rival. Her beautiful hair had been shaved off!  Her co-workers were laughing at her. How much more of this humiliation could she stand?

She was forced to lift her hips as Mary slid the disposable diaper under her. Sara squealed as her ass came into contact with the waiting pads. Mary stepped aside and said to Julie, “Would you like to do the honors?” Julie nodded yes and walked over. She brought the diaper up and taped the sides shut, diapering her former boss. She said, “This is for all the times I've had to put up with you're bullying!!” Sara felt the uncomfortable diaper kissing her loins and could only moan. Plastic pants and rubber bra followed, and then a pink footed sleeper was put on her.

“Bedtime!” said Mary. Sara was forced into the crib on her back, blanket pins put in place to keep her still. Her ruined adult underwear that she had worn earlier was placed on a mobile, as a reminder of the adulthood and freedom that she had lost. The mobile was wound up and the undies started spinning, teasing Sara from every angle. Her diapers were hot, and the girl longed for the comfort of her grown up clothes. She squirmed, unable to find relief from her baby prison. People from the office were looking down at her, making baby noises and cooing as they filed by. Alex came up with his arm around Mary and Julie.

“Sorry babe,” he said. “But it looks like you won't be able to make it tonight... don't worry, I've found some other company!” Sara looked angrily up at them, making fun of her.

“You bastards!! I'll get.....” she never finished. Mary interrupted her and said, “Baby Rattle, command 7!” Instantly, Sara began talking baby talk. She tried to speak normally, but what came out was, “Goo goo da da!”...

“There,” said Mary, “now we won’t have to listen to her filthy mouth!” She looked down at the bald, baby girl lying diapered in the crib.

“You've gotten what you deserve, little girl. I think I can persuade Mr. Stevens to prevail on his influential friends to have you committed to a special hospital. Any doctor that examines you will sign the papers after 5 minutes! Don't worry, I'll look after things here-- Alex won't be lonely. As for your car, house, and other things, I think we can take care of those as well. Why don't you try to get some sleep...it's going to be a long day tomorrow!” with that, everyone filed out of the nursery.

It was just 12:00 noon and Sara was left confined in the darkened nursery. Her life had been taken away! They couldn't do this to her! She was an adult!!! Suddenly, she felt her urine flood her waiting diapers. Sara could only lay there and cry, the victim of an executive decision.