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Daily Free-Write June 14, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 7
🕑 Added 2022-06-15 07:54:26 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6
Harry rummaged through his bag, getting frustrated at the absence of jangling keys as he searched.
"Hold on... what's this? A note? I don't remember- whoa!"
The stack of diapers that Harry had been balancing on his hip went flying every which way as he lost his focus.
"Damn!"
Harry frantically went about gathering all the diapers, even getting on his hands and knees to fish a couple out from beneath the car.
"Ah, man, this isn't gonna work," he muttered to himself, as he nearly lost control of the stack again. He looked around nervously, wondering if anyone else would come out to see his embarrassing new uniform of shame. He shook his head. "I've gotta do it...I can't believe I'm doing this..."
With one more nervous glance, Harry placed his stack of diapers on top of his car and began searching through his pockets all over again.
"No, no no no no... unhhh..." he convulsed as he felt more wetness squirt into his diaper, blushing as he felt it swell up all the more under his pants. "Wh-why do these fell... unh... good?" he muttered to himself, more annoyed than ever. He didn't want to like them. He shouldn't have to wear them at all, much less enjoy wearing them, but the feel of the thick diaper pressing up between his legs felt so good.
He finally gave up, exasperated, and looked at the piece of paper again. "What about this note, then?" Harry read the note, eyes growing wider as he read it over again just to make sure he read it right.
"What is this shit?"
Somebody knew. Somebody knew about his... problem... but who?
"Crap."
He pulled out his phone. The battery was on one percent. Great. Things were just getting better and better for him.
He looked around again and nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw Larry leaning against the car across from him.
"Get locked out of your car, huh?"
"Okay, what gives? Did you leave this note in my bag?"
"I didn't touch your bag, kid. I just took you up in the elevator to get it."
"Yeah, I guess so." said Harry, eyeing the man suspiciously. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"Going home, what else? I was on my way here when you bumped into me begging to be let back into the building. You're welcome, by the way."
"Well, I'm sorry for wasting your time. I still don't have my keys so it looks like I'm stranded."
The man, sighed. "Alright, kid. Get in."
"What?"
"I said get in. I'll give you a ride." The man shook his head and unlocked the door. "Hurry before I change my mind."
"A-alright, fine. Thanks, I guess..."
As annoyed as he was at Larry for putting him back in diapers, he didn't want to be stuck in the parking garage all night either.
"Hold up," said Larry, holding out an arm as Harry made his way toward the passenger seat. "Let me check how wet you are..."
"H-hey!" said Harry, as the large mustachioed man reached his hands down the back of his pants to feel the wetness.
"Hmm... I dunno, I don't want you leaking on my back seat..."
"Come on, man, you already got me wearing this ridiculous thing..."
"It's called a diaper, buddy boy. And it's a good thing you're in it, too. Do you even know how wet you are right now?"
"What?! I- I don't..." Harry looked down at himself, as if he didn't quite believe it.
"Probably better that you don't drive anyway. I saw how you were spasming back there by your car... and in the hallway... you really should get that checked out by a doctor, you know?"
"L-look, I'll be fine, man. Just... are you gonna give me a ride or not?"
The man sighed again. "Alright, fine. But if you leak..."
"I'm not gonna leak," said Harry, making his way toward the back seat.
"Hold it," said hte man, holding up his arm to bar the way once more.
"What is it this time," asked Harry.
"Don't forget your diapers."
Harry looked over to his car where the diapers were stacked.
"Oh, crap! I forgot..."
He ran across to grab them and bring them back with him and setting them down inside the car. He had to ride all the way back home sitting next to this stack of diapers. It was so embarrassing he barely knew what to say. But that wasn't the worst of it, because when they got to his house he realized something.
"What's wrong, kid? You looked like you swallowed some castor oil."
"It's, uh... my keys," said Harry, barely able to choke out the sentence through his embarrassment.
"Your... oh... You've gotta be kidding me, kid..."
Harry shook his head. "I wish I was..."
Comments
Hehe oh it gets better than that
Bama6872
This story reads like an actual work stress nightmare, except kinkier! If at the end he simply woke up from a nightmare and “it was all a dream” I think for once that trope would have been earned and not a dodge.
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