Growing Into Diapers: Chapter 2

“Wow! You’ve completely soaked this!” 

Holding up the extremely damp pull-up for Edan to see, Rita was more than happy to help get the pants wetter into something more comfortable. “I don’t think we can send you out in pull-ups anymore after this. You stay right here. I’ll be back in a second,” she said, rushing out of the single-use bathroom and leaving Edan all alone. 

Lying on a large, rolled-out diaper mat with his lower half completely exposed, Edan was still at a loss for words as to how he ended up like this. Somehow, in the course of one workday, he’d gone from never having failed to make it to the toilet since he was in elementary school to someone who needed to be changed by his coworker. It was too surreal for his brain to process. Sadly, as he turned his head to the side and saw his urine-soaked khakis draped over the bathroom sink, he was reminded of just how real this all was. 

Before Edan had any more time to process the events that were unfolding, Rita returned holding a large pack of CrissBaby Super Soakers. Edan instantly moved to cover his crotch with his hands. “I asked if they had any smaller diapers, but Aubrey says we’re fresh out, so these will have to do for now,” said Rita, ripping open the package and pulling out one of the plump pampers for Edan to see. 

“Huh?! I-I have a pack of pull-ups at my desk. Can’t I just use those?” Edan pleaded, unaware of how submissive he was behaving. Of course, as an adult, he had every right to stand up and refuse to be diapered. That didn’t stop him from feeling powerless at this moment, leading to him asking for permission to be a big boy. 

Unfortunately, since he was placing his fate in Rita’s hands, she was more than happy to demote her silly male coworker back to diapers. “Mi hijo, just look at the state of your pants. Clearly, you need something bigger to help you stay dry on the off chance that this isn’t a one-off occurrence,” she said, appealing to Edan’s sense of reasoning, “You wouldn’t want to ruin another pair of slacks, would you?” 

Lowering his head, Edan couldn’t think of a way to argue against Rita’s valid points. Sure, he knew this wasn’t a common occurrence but from Rita’s perspective, neither she nor any of the other employees he worked with had the same reassurance. He begrudgingly accepted his new undies, “Just set them down. You didn’t happen to find any clean pants that would fit me, did you?” 

“Well, yes and no,” said Rita as she held up a pleated skirt that she had tucked behind the diaper package so that Edan couldn’t see it until the big reveal, “It’s all we had that would fit around your new diapers. Not even your old slacks could do the job. Also, what do you mean you want me to set them down? Lie back, sweetie, I’ve changed plenty of soiled diapers in my time.” 

Having already been caught off guard by being told he was wearing a skirt or nothing, Rita’s sudden insistence on changing Edan hit him like a big mac truck. “W-Woah! I can change myself,” he argued, trying to take command of the situation. If he let this go any further, Rita was likely to start treating him like some sort of office baby, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. 

However, as Edan tried to get up, Rita stepped over him and pushed him back down. “I highly doubt that. Have you ever even changed a diaper before, much less put one on yourself?” she asked, raising a furrowed eyebrow. 

“I…uh…” said Edan, at a loss for words. There was little he could do at this point to dissuade her. She was right that his current diapering experience was zero, something he found quite comical since he worked for a diaper manufacturer. Lying back in shame, he closed his eyes and turned his head away from Rita, “Just get it over with.” 

Smiling like an evil villain who just captured their greatest adversary, Rita responded, “With pleasure.” 

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“Look, just make sure you get everything lined up for the shoot. I’ll take care of the talent. It can’t be too hard to find a half-decent diaper model in this town,” said Aubrey, pacing back and forth in her private office as she spoke to her creative director on the phone. She pinched the bridge of her nose, regretting having outsourced to a small company to handle their upcoming Holiday photo shoot. 

KNOCK KNOCK! 

Standing in the doorway of Aubrey’s office, Malorie silently and frantically waved for Aubrey to hurry over. “Phase 2 is complete!” she whisper-yelled, causing a smug grin to crawl across Aubrey’s ruby-red lips. 

“I’ll call you back, I’ve got another call coming in,” said Aubrey, promptly hanging up the phone and rushing toward the door just in time to see little Edan trudging back to his desk with a very bulky diaper poking out from underneath his brand-new school girl skirt. Walking closely behind him was Rita, who looked across the room toward her allies and gave them a cheeky thumbs up. 

Reaching into her pocket, Aubrey handed off a small vial to Malorie before giving her a sly wink, “We’ve got him right where we want him. Now it’s time to make sure he starts enjoying it.” 

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CRINKLE 

Wincing in his office chair, Edan had not been able to focus on his work ever since his diaper change with Rita. The pull-up was bad enough but a full-on diaper was ridiculous. Even the slightest shift in his seat sounded like an avalanche. This issue was only exacerbated by the fact that she kept peeking her head into his cubicle and asking if he needed anything. 

To top it all off, finding a way to sit in his chair without his skirt riding up was proving to be quite difficult. “How in the hell do girls sit in these things all day,” he pondered, frustrated by such a terrible day. The only saving grace he had was that he was an hour from the end of the workday. If he could hold on for a bit longer, then he could go home and shed all this nonsense off. After that, so long as he proved to his colleagues that he could manage his bladder without diapers, he could work his way back to at least pull-ups. 

Even better was the fact that Edan’s new proposal draft for the Grow-With-Me diaper campaign was finally finished. All he needed to do was run it by his team and Aubrey’s approval, and this project was in the bag. Printing off his documents, he grabbed his newly-filled water bottle off of the desk and took a big swig as he made his way over to the copier. 

Standing by the printer, Edan took another sip from his bottle and set it down on a nearby table as he watched the fruits of his labor being put to paper. In the midst of his mini-celebration, he reached back and tugged on his skirt, making sure the diaper wasn’t visible. 

“Wow, Edan, that is quite the look you’ve got going on there,” said Malorie as she approached Edan and picked up the first page on the stack of freshly printed paper, “Not that I mind. Pants can get so stuffy, can’t they?” 

Blushing at the odd line of questioning, Edan let out a nervous laugh and said, “Uh-huh, totally. I rarely wear pants at home,” he said, biting his tongue just a hair too late. If his face wasn’t noticeably red before, it certainly was now. 

“Mmm, I see. So, how long have you been wearing skirts at home?” she asked, intentionally misunderstanding his response as a way of twisting the knife. 

Shaking his head, Edan fumbled to come up with a way to clear all the “confusion” up. “N-No! I…I do NOT wear skirts at home. It’s just my…uh…” he stuttered, struggling to come up with a clear explanation that didn’t out his accident, “...I got some liquid on my pants and didn’t have anything else to wear.”  

Suppressing her amusement, Malorie did her best to feign surprise. “Oh no! I hope it wasn’t coffee. Hot beverage burns can be serious,” she said, moving in close and pulling Edan into a hug, “And ya know, it isn’t just any guy who can feel comfortable wearing a skirt. Good on you for being so progressive.” 

Mashed against Malorie’s massive mammaries, Edan didn’t know if he should pull away from her embrace or allow her to swallow his head with her boobs. It was days like today when he thanked his lucky stars that he wasn’t a tall man. 

Meanwhile, as Edan let Malorie have her way with him, Rita snuck up behind him with the vial Aubrey had given them in hand. She quickly snatched his water bottle, preparing to open it and pour a few drops into the bottle. However, as she tried to untwist the top, she found it to be a bit too tightly screwed on. She struggled for a few seconds as Malorie watched and tried to hold Edan in her arms for as long as possible. Eventually, she had no choice but to run off with Edan’s bottle as Malorie finally released him. 

“Thank you, Malorie. It was just some water, so no harm done,” lied Edan, unable to make eye contact with the milfy, goth Goddess. Gathering up his papers, he quickly turned tail and rushed back to his desk. Though, not before Malorie could sneak in a speedy swat on this padded rump, causing him to yelp involuntarily. He didn’t even bother to look back, far too embarrassed to stand in her presence. 

Arriving back at his desk, Edan tossed the stack of warm papers aside and allowed himself to decompress as he reclined in his desk chair. This day could not possibly get any stranger. Spotting his water bottle on his desk, he leaned forward and swallowed several large gulps, parched from the sudden sprint back to his cubicle.  

Edan soon returned to his work after catching his breath, resuming his standard hunched-over position as he typed away at his desk. However, his efforts didn’t last long as his eyesight began to get increasingly blurry. It was as though an invading fogginess was disturbing his vision. He tried to rub his eyes, assuming he was just tired after a long and stressful day. Unfortunately, this only made his situation worse. 

“I think my eyes are done looking at computers for today,” Edan said to himself, his desperation to clock out early growing stronger. Based on the day he’d had, there wasn’t a person at this office that would argue he didn’t deserve to head out a little early.  

However, as Edan went to stand, the diaper he was concealing shifted, its soft-cotton interior rubbing against his manhood. In an instant, his legs buckled, sending him flying backward into his seat with his mouth hanging open. “What the fuck was that?!” he thought as he pulled up his skirt and unveiled the prominent tent he was pitching in his diaper.  

While Edan had chosen to work at a fetish diaper company for over a year now, he was not one of the staff members who chose to partake in this particular kink. Not that he had anything against it. It just wasn’t his bag. So, as he stared down at his throbbing hard-on, his mind was racing to try and explain what was happening with no good explanation entering his head. 

Curiously and fearfully, Edan reached down and poked at his diaper-covered dick, moaning as merely a slight prodding was enough to send ripples of pleasure all throughout his body. Regrettably, that wasn’t the only reaction his cock felt as a wealth of pressure suddenly built up in his lower abdomen and not in the way he’d expected. A searing pain shot through his urethra as his body was toppled by a yellow wave crashing down on him. Before he even had time to comprehend what was happening. It was already too late. 

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TO BE CONTINUED…