Published: November 19th 2020, 5:29:43 pm
Tony looked in his underwear drawer. Boxers. He looked over toward his closet. Diapers. The words from the diaper chat ran through his head over and over. Why not today?
He took a deep breath and sighed. He pulled out a pair of boxers. He wasn't ready yet.
He threw on a shirt and combed his messy hair with his fingers. He didn't bother with pants. The morning sun streamed in the window, and he shook his fist at it. The sun was what had woken him up in time for his meeting.
"I'll get you back for this. One of these days!"
He walked down to the kitchen and made himself a quick cup of coffee, then sat down at his computer.
"Work meeting. Work meeting. Yes, here we go." He opened up his work email and scrolled past the open tickets before clicking over on the meeting link. Just in time.
The faces of his colleagues popped up, as he fitted his earpiece in, and his boss greeted everyone before launching into a long diatribe about an important client who hadn't heard back from IT yet. He stifled a yawn and clicked over to his messages. The diaper chat popped up. He began scrolling through the messages.
He came across a nice picture of a guy with a nice belly rubbing the front of his soaked diaper and clicked on it. Then, he clicked hte right arrow, and suddenly a video of the same scene began to play. Crinkles and all.
"Oh, shi-" he stopped just in time as he fumbled to click off of it. Had he muted his computer sounds? Had he muted himself?
"Uh.. sorry, coffee spilled." he said, clicking back over to the meeting window. The boss continued his diatribe, unperturbed and apparently unaware of his interjection.
He clicked back over to the diaper chat and began to scroll through again. He couldn't help it. It was like people who texted while driving. He knew it was risky, but whenever he was bored, or just sitting still even for a moment, his mind would wander back to diapers. He scrolled down further and saw a video of someone wetting their diapers until they leaked. He took another sip of his coffee. He had almost finished the whole cup without noticing and he could probably wet his diapers as well. He began to rub himself through his boxers as he imagined it. Wearing full time. No one would know that he was always padded down there. His breathing became heavier as he imagined himself stuck in diapers full time for good. He could do it today. He could toss out all his boxers and go full time. He let out an involuntary groan.
"Who is that? Whose making all those noises?"
Shit. He quickly muted himself. He was sweating as he suddenly felt panic.
"Tony? Is that you?"
He unmuted himself.
"S-sorry, sir. Bathroom emergency!"
He got up and ran to the bathroom to catch his breath. He really did have to pee, so he sat down and did it, taking the opportunity to check his phone again. A text popped up.
"If you can't make it through a meeting without pooping your pants, you'd better start wearing diapers. No bathroom breaks during meetings!"
Tony blushed and huffed harder. He didn't have any interest in his boss knowing about his fetish, but he sure as hell loved the ideas of being forced to wear to work. He didn't feel like he had time to put one on just yet. He had to get back to the meeting.
As he sat down, a coworker sent him a private message in the meeting chat.
"Nice boxers, dude."
Tony's mouth went dry. He'd accidentally flashed everyone in the meeting. Could today get any worse?
"Ahem. Those don't look like diapers to me."
He shook his head. Was he hearing that right?
"The next person who has a 'bathroom emergency' during a meeting is going to have to wear only diapers below the waist for all remote meetings, is that clear?"
Tony nodded. Everyone nodded. Then he came to. He had fallen asleep at his computer. The boss still droned on. Thank goodness it had just been a daydream. He went to take another sip of his coffee and found the cup empty. That was strange. He didn't feel like he had to...
He looked down. His boxers were soaked. He had to sit through the rest of the meeting in wet boxers.
By the time it was over, he was so stressed out that he immediately ran upstairs and put on a diaper to calm down. He instantly felt better. He would take a shower after work when he had the time but for now this would have to do. Before he left the room he stopped and looked over at his drawer. Why not today? He had an instant tent in his diapers as the thought about wearing nothing but diapers below the waist for the rest of the day, and every day after that.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes. When he opened them he was ready.
"Bye bye big boy undies," he said. He gathered them all up, put them in a trash bag, and set it aside. The only thing that would be in his underwear drawer from now on was more diapers.
Of course knew he would chicken out like he did every time, but who knew, maybe he would really toss them this time.
Meanwhile his boss put a note in his file. Unbeknownst to him, he had failed to log out of the meeting properly and everyone had caught a glimpse of Tony's wet boxers as he left, cursing himself for not wearing diapers.
*File Entry. Tony B. Notes. Medical. Incontinent. Requires diapers at all time.*
He then began his email to the employees.
"Good morning. There was an incident of wet pants this morning at the meeting. I'm not going to name names, but company policy dictates a certain level of professional dress. In the case of incontinence, that includes diapers. This is not an option. Said person will be contacted shortly and checked in on to make sure they comply with the rules. And if they don't, I will personally drive over there myself and throw out every pair of boxers I can find. Have a nice day."
Tony's inbox flashed. Important message. Now what could that be about? He clicked on the subject line.