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Daily Free-Write June 12, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 6
🕑 Added 2022-06-13 06:18:21 +0000 UTC"Cripes! I gotta get outta here! Time's almost up!" Harry hurried to his office and saw his bag sitting there. He didn't even bother checking inside for his keys, just grabbed the bag and headed out.Then he heard a sound that froze his blood.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
It sounded like it was coming from another one of the offices. Harry didn't stop to answer, just hurried as fast as his legs would carry from him, crinkling with each step. He was in just a diaper and shoes from the waist down. No way he was going to stop and wait for someone to catch him like that. He pushed his way out in to the hall again and saw the elevator with Larry standing there, arms crossed and looking at his watch. Larry looked up to see Harry. Larry's moustache twitched and he raised his eyebrows as the doors began to close.
"No! Wait!" yelled Harry, sprinting even harder, the loud crinkles and the jangling of his bag strap following along as the air whipped past his bare legs. Just then, another orgasm hit him, and he could feel his cum spurting out into the soft confines of his puffy diaper. His knees went week, and he almost tripped over himself, but he used his forward momentum to keep pushing forward. There was no time to lose. The doors were closing, and he was running as hard as his could, his hand outstretched.
But just as he reached the elevator, the doors closed, and his hand met cold metal.
"NO! Nononono..." Harry looked around frantically, his heart beating hard in his chest. Then he saw the elevator button lit up. He hit it, and the doors opened back up.
"So you made it after all," said Harry, as Larry ducked inside, making sure to hide himself from the view of the office he had just left. Larry looked at Harry, his moustache tilting up in an amused smirk, then he looked out into the hall, waving at an unseen person.
"Huh... didn't know anyone else was in here..."
"I... *huff* didn't... *huff* either..." said Harry, between breaths, as he sunk down to his knees. "Please... close... door..."
The doors dinged shut of their own accord, and soon Harry felt the car shift as it began its descent toward the ground floor.
"You almost ran out of time in there, didn't you?" said Harry. "So easy for crinkle butts to get distracted in there, I'm sure. You sure you work there and weren't meant to go to daycare?"
"Ha ha," said Harry, with a scowl. "You're the one who made me wear these!" he said, pointing toward his cum-soaked diaper.
"And you're the one who made them necessary, leaving a mess all over the bathroom like that. You should know better." Larry crossed his arms and glared at Harry.
Harry frowned. "It's not my fault, alright? I just-" He stopped and sighed, still sitting on the floor. "Look, would you just give me my pants back?"
"You sure you want them back, but?" asked Larry. "I'd say they're pretty well ruined. They're wet, sticky, and I'm not sure you'll ever get those stains out..."
"Just give 'em back, okay?"
"Here, ya go, bud," said Larry, shaking his head and tossing Harry the pants off his cart.
Harry winced as he shucked on the cold, slimy pants. They were anything but presentable, but it was at least better than a diaper out in the open. When the elevator dinged at the first floor and the doors open, Larry turned to Harry.
"You good to go, then?"
"Yeah," said Harry, keen to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Me too, I was on my way out when you found me."
"Cool story, bro," said Harry, already making his way out of the elevator. He was stopped, however, by the iron grip of Larry's large rough hand on his bicep.
"One last thing," said Larry, looking down at Harry.
"Huh? W-what's that?" asked Harry, afraid at what he would be told to do next by the towering custodian.
"You'll need these." Larry pulled a stack of diapers much like the ones Harry was wearing now from his cart and handed them to Harry. Harry just looked at them, astounded, so Larry continued. "So you don't run out before you show up to work tomorrow. You better keep two in your bag at all times in case you need a change. And you better be wearing when you come in tomorrow, or else."
"And what if I don't want to?" asked Harry.
"Play nice and this stays between us. Otherwise..."
Harry gulped. Larry had seen a lot. He didn't want to think what the custodian could do with that information.
"You can come to my office in the basement if you need more diapers, or help changing. I'll make sure we stock up the bathroom as well."
"Oh, joy," said Harry, scowling. This blew, but he wasn't going to stick around for the Custodian to pile on any more conditions. He instead hurried to the parking garage, stack of diapers in hand and shifted them onto his hip so he could free up a hand to dig through his bag.
"Let's see, let's see... where are those damned keys?"
