Miyamoto and Madame Boss (A Diapered Team Rocket Romance)

A knock at the door caused the leader of Team Rocket to look up from the numerous documents and schematics laid out across her mahogany desk. Who would interrupt her at this hour?!


"There had better be a good reason for this intrusion!" The dark haired Boss of Team Rocket shouted at her door.


The door slowly creaked open as a loud crinkle pierced the tense, still air. A lone leg stuck out from behind the large dark door, seemingly teasing the matronly mother of Team Rocket. Then, once the leg withdrew behind the door, a large round bubble butt of plastic stuck out from behind the door.


The surprised look on Mrs. Boss' face gave way to small smile which slowly formed across the older woman's lips as she watched the bizarre spectacle take place from where she sat at her desk. She should have known that only one person would be so bold as to disrupt her during her evening hours of paperwork. She adjusted herself in her seat, causing a slight crinkle to echo from the leather of her chair.


"You know I'm busy right now."


The figure behind the door pretended not to hear her boss, opting instead to start gyrating her pampered ass up and down like a pop singer. Even from across the room, the impromtu diaper dance was effective and enticing to the older woman who watched with rapt amusement.


"I almost have trouble believing that you're doing this right here. Almost. You're lucky none of the grunts are around."


"Anything worth doing is always a bit risky." The figure from behind the door replied. "Besides, you deserve a little reward right now. We both do."


Before the leader of Team Rocket could respond, the purple haired vixen sporting a bulbous diaper, popped out from behind the door and started walking up to where her lover sat.


Mrs. Boss could now see her favorite operative approaching her desk in all of her infantile glory. Miyamoto wore an absurdly bulky and oversized diaper which hugged her hips and clung tightly to her shapely female form. A crinkle erupted from the round plastic pamper with each step the young woman took. However, the diaper wasn't where Mrs. Boss found her eyes wandering to. The bottom of of Miyamoto's big bust was peeking out from beneath the lacy framed Pokemon themed bib she wore.


Mrs. Boss drew in her breath, savoring the sight that was in front of her. Seeing Miyamoto waddle around in an oversized diaper while simultaneously wearing nothing but a bib( a bib that barely hid her bountiful breasts), was such a stark contrast to how she normally looked when out in the fields of Kanto. Such a sight drove Mrs. Boss wild.


The older woman in the red blazer bit her lip. 'Damn it. Miyamoto always knows how to push my buttons.' Mrs. Boss weighed the pros and cons of giving into to her lust filled desires before coming to a simple conclusion; 'Fuck it, this paperwork can wait.'


"Come on over here and get on your mommy's lap."


With that simple, yet odd phrase, Miyamoto's diapered butt was gently plopped across Mrs. Boss' lap. The only thing keeping their diapers from touching was the skirt that the criminal overlord wore. A mere thin layer of fabric separated the two big diapers from rubbing against each other. Still, that didn’t stop Miyamoto from twisting her padded ass, grinding her pamper around while simultaneously teasing her boss.  


Mrs. Boss knew that her favorite girl wanted to be the dominant one tonight, none of her other lovers could of boldly and confidently strolled into her office wearing nothing but a diaper and a bib. Normally, such a combination didn't scream dominant, nor was it what one would consider "sinfully seductive", but it was how Miyamoto carried herself that truly turned the criminal overlord on. It was such a rare trait in a woman, to be both dominant and yet so submissive when she wanted to be. After all, Miyamoto was one of her most successful and ruthless operatives. Even now, she was trying to control while in such a vulnerable position as sitting on her lap, but despite what she wore, Mrs. Boss knew that her little lady could easily go from baby to mommy in the blink of an eye. However, Madame Boss had to assert her dominance or else her diapered girl would get silly ideas of herself being the mommy.


"Now, now. I said I wanted you on my lap, young lady. Assume the position!" Madame Boss firmly, yet lovingly ordered.


Miyamoto gave her boss a slight pout, but gave in, adjusting her body until she was draped over her matronly lover's lap. Her head was staring at the plush carpeted floor as she awaited the first smack. 'There will be an opportunity to take control', the young woman told herself. 'Bide your time and you'll be the mommy tonight.'


*SWAT*


*SWAT*


*SWAT*


The contact of palm to stiff, starch like plastic echoed throughout the large office. Each spank hit the diaper firmly. Madame Boss knew that her favorite girl couldn't feel a thing, but it was always a good way to start things off. After all, she did interupt her work, demanding her attention like a spoiled brat and what better way to punish a brat than a good old fashioned spanking?


A few good swats later and Miyamoto was told that she could sit back on her "mommy's" lap like a "good girl." At least, that was what Madame Boss had in mind. Miyamoto had different plans.

Once on her bootie clad feet, Miyamoto wasted no time jumping onto her "mommy's" lap and catching her completely off guard. The two women found themselves staring at one and another, face to face, until Miyamoto broke the awkward silence by asking her boss a rather odd question.


"Aww, is the little girl weaing her diapur? Is it wet?" Miyamoto asked in a sickeningly sweet voice as her hand snaked down and grabbed at her boss' hidden diaper.


Miyamoto could tell by the look in her lover's eyes that Mrs. Boss was thoroughly enjoying this. Still, this wasn't enough. She wanted to get the upper hand completely and, even though she loved wearing wet diapers, that didn’t mean that she was above talking down to her boss about the state of her diaper. Just because she was wearing a diaper and bib didn't mean she couldn't be dominant and check her lover's diaper in a commanding manner. No matter what, be it in the field or bedroom, she always got whatever she had set her sights on. And, right now, she had her boss right in her crosshairs.


So, Miyamoto made her move while teasingly touching her boss' diaper. The purple haired operative leaned into her boss and gave her a tender yet forceful kiss that caught the boss of Team Rocket off guard.


The matronly leader of Team Rocket moaned in response at the unexpected kiss. She allowed her little love muffin to think that she was in control, letting her continue to explore her mouth until Mrs. Boss took over. She quickly reversed things, using her teeth to gently bite at MIyamoto's lushous, swollen lips. She'd then ran her tongue over Miyamoto's lips, in an effort to soothe them before giving her favorite disciple a nice tongue kiss. Miyamoto happily accepted her Bosses' tongue, sucking on it like it was a pacifier.


Madame Boss shuddered slightly as Miyamoto worked on her tongue, both women moaning softly into each other's mouths. It didn't take long for the powerful woman, one of the most respected and feared in the criminal world of Pokemon, to feel a throbbing ache begin to stir inside her cunt as her slit dripped precum into her diaper .



Miyamoto could tell by the sudden shudder that rocked her boss' body that she was getting somewhere fast. She knew that she had to go slowly and not rush things along or the magic would be lost. Still, she was getting so hot just from feeling how her lover responsed to her advances. It was hard to hold back and, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but worry that if she give even an inch to her boss that it would signal a surrender. The last time she made a miscalculation like that, the love making was preempted to allow her to suck from Mrs. Boss' tits! She recalled it vividly, her laying over Mrs. Boss' lap, suckling from her big tits for almost a half hour. 'No, not tonight!' Miyamoto wouldn't submit! Mrs. Boss would be the one who was going to end up getting breastfed after the fireworks went off!


Madame Boss used Miyamoto's pause in the action to slowly pull away. She looked into Miyamoto's eyes and smiled as she noticed her handiwork. The girl's mouth was slightly open, her lips swollen and pink. She knew the game that her little pamper packer was playing which was why she pulled away. Sure, the illustrious woman had once been driven to climax before, thoroughly soaking her diaper with the cascade of sexual euphoria that Miyamoto had drawn out of her. That in itself wasn't the bad part. No, the part where  Miyamoto forced her to submit to a humiliating diaper change on her table, a few weeks ago, definitely was the most submissive thing Mrs. Boss had ever experienced. However, the leader of Team Rocket wasn't about to let that happen again. This time the playing field was even; they were both wearing diapers this time!


Or so the matronly woman thought. While she was staring at her diaper girl, Miyamoto had snuck her petite hands to the front of Mrs. Boss' blouse. She started to skillfully and quietly unbutton the garment. By the time Madame Boss had pushed Miyamoto's hands to her sides the damage was already done. Her eyes widened when she realized that her bra encased breasts were thoroughly on display. Just a few seconds sooner and she would've been able to stop her operative from getting this much of an advantage on her.


Miyamoto grinned when she saw that sexy red lace demi-bra that had once been hidden under Mrs. Boss' conservative business blouse. It turned her on even more to know that this was what was hiding under all that professionalism during the course of the day. Mrs. Boss' breasts were straining against the lace fabric as Miyamoto ran her hands across the front of her boss's chest, exploring the bountiful cleavage, taking control. All Mrs. Boss could do in response was to close her eyes and savor the sinful sensations that Miyamoto's hands caused during her exploration. A lustful moan escaped from the matriarch's mouth as Miyamoto ran her fingertips over the tight buds of her boss' erect nipples. With a skill honed from many months of traversing this tantalizing tango, Miyamoto flicked open the front clasp of the bra, releasing her boss' large breasts.


At this point, Mrs. Boss found herself smiling. She knew that this was always where she could get the upper hand in this whimsical waltz if she so pleased. It seemed that whenever Miyamoto started to play with her breasts that things enevitably led to suckling. Mrs. Boss didn't know why this was. Maybe Miyamoto had an oral fixation?


Even though it was expected, Madame Boss couldn't help but gasp as Miyamoto started to forcefully suck on her nipple. She did this for about thirty seconds before moving onto the next rock hard nipple. Mrs. Boss laid back into her chair, letting Miyamoto alternate between suckling and licking her nipples. The diapered girl happily moved from one hard nub to the next.


However, unlike previous sessions on her boss' lap, Miyamoto had a plan. She knew that she had already lulled her boss into a false victory of sorts by going right for her breasts. After all, how many times had she ended up suckling at her breasts like a hungry newborn? Far too many. But this time it was all going according to plan. Miyamoto kept sucking and then started tugging on Mrs. Boss' nipples with her teeth. This sudden change of pace sent ripples of exquisite pleasure bursting through Mrs. Boss' body, causing the leader of Team Rocket to arch her back as a stream of hot urine shot out into her hidden diaper. It took almost all of her willpower to not cry out in shock, but it didn't matter if the criminal mastermind cried or didn't because Miyamoto could hear the faint hiss of pee filling her boss' disposable.


"I think someone went tinkle in her diapee." Miyamoto cooed.


The fact that she had been "caught" caused Madame Boss to suddenly sit up, but this gave Miyamoto the perfect opportunity to further undress her boss. With the speed of a Pidgeot, Miyamoto pulled at the sides of Madame Boss' blazer, quickly forcing her boss' arms back until the diapered girl was able to remove the fancy garment. Not giving Madame Boss a moment of reprive, Miyamoto went in for the blouse and easily stripped it off, leaving Mrs. Boss nude from the waist up. Speaking of waist, it was at that moment that the purple haired operative noticed the waistband of her boss' disposable diaper peeking out from the top of her skirt.


"This won't do. I have to be able to access your diaper if I'm going to change you."


Madame Boss felt that things were moving much too fast. 'One moment I was spanking Miyamoto and now I'm was on the verge of being diapered on her desk again?!' The leader of Team Rocket could feel Miyamoto already fiddling with her skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down. Still, she remained calm. 'Do it now!'


Despite being in just a diaper and high heels, Madame Boss easily managed to catch Miyamoto off guard, scooping her up and laying her down onto the mahogany desk. If only she could've made Miyamoto piss herself, but that could wait until after she had her way with the girl. Maybe then she woild change Miyamoto's pampers. Right now, she was going to show her little diaper girl just who the "mommy" was in this relationship!


Madame Boss was delighted to see the look of shock on Miyamoto's face, it turned her on greatly and fueled her lust. The older woman began moving her hand down Miyamoto's body, going over her bib lightly before tickling the bottoms of her boobs with the tips of her manicured finger nails. Miyamoto was like a Koffing that had been hit by a "confuse ray". She merely laid back and allowed her boss to slide her fingertips down her belly until they stopped right at her thighs. Madame Boss brushed her tentative fingers up from the bottom of Miyamoto's plastic, diaper covered pussy until she reached the top of her waistband. However, her fingers didn't linger there long, with a move as fast as an Ekans, Madame slipped her hand down into the depths of Miyamoto's thirsty padding, not stopping until she found the girl's shaved cunt. She ran the tip of her index finger over the contours of Miyamoto's slit.


"A little wet down here." Madame Boss cooed.


Miyamoto could only moan out loud as she felt her boss' silky hands touch her delicate slit. The poor girl was utterly clueless about just how wet the inner fabric of her oversized pamper had become.  Madame Boss wasted no time and slipped her two fingers into the silky warm wetness of Miyamoto's pussy. The Team Rocket operative gasped out loud and pulled her legs up off of the table, sending documents flying to ground. Her boss paid no mind to the various papers being kicked around as her finger found Miyamoto's g-spot, causing the girl to squirm and fidget. This was right where she wanted her diaper girl, on her desk turned changing table. She kept stroking the hot button of Miyamoto's sex, watching the girl's face as she gasped and sighed. Things couldn't have been going better until Miyamoto gurgled and cooed, babbing out fully. Such a reaction caused Mrs. Boss to cease her fingering which played right into Miyamoto's hand.


"Uggh"


Miyamoto had used both her arms to pull her boss onto the table. In the confusion, the operative had managed to roll over and actually get on top of Madame Boss, pinning her in place beneath her.


"Naughty girl. Trying to make mommy cum." Miyamoto waggled her finger in her boss' face. "I think it's time to make that diaper of yours even wetter!"


"But I'm the mom-eee!"


Madame Boss' pout was interupted as Miyamoto snaked her hand down into the leader of Team Rocket's pamper. She pushed her fingers deep into the woman's clit and eagerly explored until she found the "Man in the boat". Madame Boss began to whine as her sex was played with. It wasn't fair! She wanted to be in control!


"I wanna- aghhh- be teh mommy!"


Miyamoto ceased her sensual assualt and opted for a different plan of attack as she pulled her wet piss and cum covered hand from Mrs. Boss' pamper.


"Only big girls get to be the mommy. Let me show you a game we big girls play."


Miyamoto straddled her boss' waist, pushing her well covered crotch against Madame Boss' big diaper. Still listing for release, Madame Boss started to move her hips back and forth, pushing and grinding her engorged cunt into her plastic piss soaked prison. By the five minute mark, the criminal overlord was outright gasping and moaning, telling Miyamoto just what was about to come.


"Is baby going to wet her diaper for mommy?"


Miyamoto rhetorically asked, never stopping her rhythm.


Madame Boss leaned back, her head staring at the wall. Her orgasm was starting to build, she could feel the warmth radiate from the tips of her toes and fingers, rushing through her entire being. She was moving her hips, her ass lifted up off the hard surface of the desk as Miyamoto countinued to grind into her. If she didn't know any better, the girl had picked up the pace, grinding faster and faster into her pamper encased, throbbing clit. She jerked violently, convulsing in pure euporhia as her orgasm blasted into her diaper and across her nervous system. Waves of electric sensations rippled throughout her nerve endings like a rock dropped into a pond. Miyamoto grinned down at her boss, enjoying her loud scream that overpowered the symphony of crinkles that the two produced. From past experiences, Miyamoto knew that her boss was thoroughly filling her diaper, but she didn't wabt to be left out!


Miyamoto rolled Madame Boss onto her side and started to scissor her fiercely. She had already proven just who was the mommy, but she didn't want to miss out on an orgasm. Coming out of her sex induced stupor, the leader of a team Rocket started to return the favor, pushing her padded pussy into Miyamoto's. The two women gyrated wildly atop the professional business woman's desk, clad in only their diapers. It didn't take long for Miyamoto to feel the blissfully intense shock waves of pleasure pulse through her body. She cried out in sheer Joy as her pampers filled with her cum.


As Miyamoto enjoyed her afterglow, Madame Boss snuggled up beside her, bringing her body up next to hers. The poor girl's eyes were closed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Madame Boss ran her hand through Miyamoto's purple hair, bringing her hair away from her face before she kissed her gently on the mouth.



"I'm going to miss seeing you like this."


Miyamoto opened her eyes.


"What do you mean?"


"There's this rare Pokemon that I've been getting reports about  on the other side of the world." Madame Boss explained as she kissed her favorite girl on the lips.


"I see." Miyamoto looked a bit sad.


"I've been meaning to bring it up to you, but things have been hectic due to the nature of this mythical Pokemon. However, if there's one person who I know can captured this creature for Team Rocket, it is you! Mommy's precious little baby." Madame Boss winked.


"Hey!" Miyamoto pouted. "I wasn't the baby tonight!"


"Such a fussy girl." Madame Boss chuckled. "Let's go to bed."


Before Miyamoto could reply, Madame Boss clapped her hands and suddenly a pair of Machoke's entered her office. Each woman was lifted up from the desk and carried by the Pokemon over to Madame Boss' private quarters. Both Miyamoto and the leader of Team Rocket were given diaper changes by the Pokemon and laid into a giant crib with a letter "R" painted onto the backboard.


"I'll capture this rare Pokemon and have it personally delivered to you before the year is out." Miyamoto declared as she snuggled into her boss' bosom.


"I'm sure you will, baby girl." Madame Boss yawned. "Let's talk about this in the morning."


Both women drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Legs intertwined, diapers pressed against one and another while their breasts gently touched.



The End