Published: July 26th 2022, 6:28:12 pm
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14
After a week of baby brained babbling, Harry had a hard time getting back into the flow of things at work. He could barely remember where the keys were on his keyboard, having to hunt and peck to make even the simplest sentences, but he did his best to focus on his work that day, only guiltily sneaking peeks at his phone every so often to catch some Blarney or Muppet Avenue action on BabyTube, and furtively rub his diapers. A couple hours into his work day, they were finally getting to that soft and squishy consistency he loved. Then he realized he was leaning back in his chair, tongue out, rubbing in earnest.
"Oh gosh no," Harry said, turning quickly back to his work. He looked over to see if anyone was watching though the totally transparent wall that separated him from the cubicles at the center of the office. Harry scolded himself. He to stop rubbing his diapers. That was completely inappropriate for the workplace. And yet every few seconds he would look down at his computer keyboard to try and remember where the letters were to type, only to see his dress pants totally bulging from his thick diaper. And that just made his thingy hard, which made the thick warm soft diaper even more exciting.
Harry shook his head. This had to stop. He was supposed to be doing things. Important things. What things? He sat there, trying to think.
"Oh my gosh, the TPS reports!"
He pulled up the Work Chat messenger app in case anyone from the office wanted to contact him quickly.
"So sorry I'm late on those reports," said Harry, in a message to his boss. "I’ll send them over right away!"
“Sounds good! :-)" came the response. That was odd. Since when did Mr. Daily send him smiley faces?
But there was no time to dwell on it, there was important work to be done! Harry managed to make a new report, starting at the top of the page and carefully typing 1. Then a new line. 2. Another 3. He knitted his brow in concentration, and eventually made it all the way to 10.
"There," he said, sitting back and admiring his work. "A job well done."
He had nearly forgotten the strange message from his boss, but when he sent the report off to Mr. Daily and the managers and VPs who all requested to be copied on it, he got another response from his manager Veela in the Work Chat messenger app.
"Great job! ;-)"
Harry was left scratching his head. Since when had his bosses been so encouraging?
he felt an odd tugging at the sides of his face and realized he was smiling. All that encouragement made him feel good, he realized. It made him feel… little.
"I sure wish I had a pacifier to make me feel even more little," he said to himself. Then Harry's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth. "What the heck am I thinking? It's not like I enjoy being a big baby..."
Then his other manager Kathi came into the room, totally frazzled. "Oh my gosh, Harry, do you have a moment? I need your help."
"Yeah, of course!" he said, standing up, then covering the front of his pants self-consciously as he realized his diaper bulge was showing.
Kathi didn't even seem to notice as she handed him a handful of crayon boxes.
"The crayons in these boxes are all mixed up! Someone put the blues with the blues and the reds with the reds and- well, I just need them all sorted. Do you think you can do it?"
No problem," said Harry, making his serious face. This was serious business.
"Oh, thank you! And I brought you some coffee to help you through the morning since I saw you didn't have anything to drink."
Kathi set a huge thermos on Harry's Desk and wiped her brow.
"Whew, thanks so much, Harry. I owe you one. Let me know when you're done - with the crayons and the coffee, kay?"
"You got it!" said Harry, shooting her a thumbs up.
He knew his colors. He had just learned those the other day, he was pretty sure. They were a lot like numbers!
Harry drank at his coffee and worked away at the boxes, and even though he got his colors mixed up a few times, he thought he did a pretty good job.
"Al dun!" Harry managed to type, hunting out each letter before sending it off to Kathi via Work Chat.
"Really? And the coffee too?"
"Ya"
"Amazing! Great job, buddy! :-D" Harry giggled at the big smiley face, but when Kathi showed up with a gold star sticker and placed it on his shirt pocket, he was beaming.
"Thanks for doing this," she said, gathering up the crayon boxes. "You're really something, Harry. You're going to get a great review from me later!"
Harry barely had time to wave goodbye because just as Kathi was leaving, Beth came by with the tea cart.
"Can I offer you a big drink of Tea, buddy? You look thirsty!"
Harry didn't remember there being a tea service, but he thought it sounded lovely, and after all, his thermos of coffee was pretty empty.
"I'll take that," said Beth, happily handing Harry an even bigger thermos of black tea. Harry dimly realized that all that liquid meant he probably needed to do something soon, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what. When he sat down, he noticed just how wet and squishy his diapers had become.
"Oh!" he said, as if he had just remembered something. "This is perfect! I love it when my diapees get like this!"
He gruntig in frustration, knitting his brow in consernation as his pants got in the way of all the rubbing he wanted to do, so he did the thing any sensible diaper rubber would do and tugged down on the front of his pants to reveal the front of his waterlogged diapers.
He smiled in delight as he began to play with the diaper, rubbing it felt so good. So amazing, that he totally lost himself in the feeling. The feeling kept building and building getting better and better, and he looked at the smiling face of Blarney on the front of his shirt. Yes, that's right, Blarney was encouraging him to rub his diapees like a good crinklebutt!
"Unh!!!" he cried out, shuddering as his balls and prostate contracted, unleashing a torrent of cum into the front of his diaper and causing a complete blowout that took out half his desk as well as the chair that he was sitting on. Cum flew out over his leg guards instantly soaking his pants, and it soaked the belly of his shirt as well. He lay back in his chair, sitting in a puddle of his own cum, totally relaxed, his tongue lolling out. He lolled his head to the side and caught sight of someone in the doorway. Then he froze. He went pale. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be! But it was...
"Mister Styles!" boomed Mr. Daily, staring at Harry with wide eyes. "To my office! Now!"