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Daily Free-Write June 10, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 5
🕑 Added 2022-06-11 07:11:30 +0000 UTC"You've gotta wear a diaper to work, man. We can't be cleaning up messes like that all day."
Harry's jaw dropped as the man casually pulled a cute diaper adorned with cartoon animals and stars.
"W-w-where did you even get that?" Harry asked.
"Got plenty more where these came from," grunted the man, nodding over to the cleaning cart. "I'll make sure your bathroom is well stocked with 'em for when you need a change."
Harry's eyes bugged out, but he could bet on one thing. There was no way he was getting home without agreeing to what he said.
"Well, go on. Take it," said the man, shaking the diaper at Harry. "Do you need help getting it on?"
"Put it on? Here? Now!?!"
Harry was fairly humiliated, but what could he do? The man handed him the diaper, and when Harry didn't take it, he pressed it into Harry's hand, insisting. Then he stepped back and crossed his arms.
Harry looked at it like he didn't know what to do with it. The man uncrossed his arms, looking less sure.
"You need help?"
"N-No, I don't need help!" said Harry, defensively. He looked back down at the diaper and whimpered, completely inexperienced with this type of thing. The man snorted and lifted Harry up, much to his consternation.
"Hey! Wha? Put me down!"
"Upsie daisie, and down you go," said the man, laying Harry out on top of the cleaning cart. Before Harry knew what was happening, his pants and undies were around his ankles, and his ankles were being pulled up above his head.
Oh, this man was good. He grabbed the bunched-up cum-crusted pants between Harry's ankles and held them high. Harry couldn't kick or do much at all while the big man took complete charge of the situation, sliding the diaper between Harry's legs in the nick of time. Harry felt another spasm, and shuddered, squirting cum into the air. The man quickly dodged, pulling his head to the right, but the cum kept coming, spurting Harry's Pants, his own tummy all the way up to his face, and finally, into the diaper, when the man quickly folded it up between Harry's legs to contain the mess.
"Man, you're a little fire hose, arentcha?"
Harry blushed and covered his face.
"Oh god, I can't believe this is huh--unhhh- h-happening..."
Harry's mind wanted to fuzz out in pleasure as he felt that wonderful feeling of release between his legs. The thick diaper's crinkles brought him out of it, though, as he was quite aware of what was being done to him.
"I'm not a baby," he said, defensively.
"Nobdy said you were," came the man's reply, smooth and soft as butter. Harry felt himself getting hard despite himself, but the man was already taping up the sides of the diaper, making it impossible for Harry's erection to reach full mast.
Harry reached up when he finally recovered.
"Ah ah ah," said the man, whipping Harry's pants away. "No more of these."
"What?! B-but..."
"No buts, diaper butt. I want to know that you're padded while you're in there. You have five minutes to get your things and maybe I'll give you these back. And if you ever come into this building without a diaper again, you'll be going pantsless during working hours too.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to Harry's floor.
"Five minutes," said the man.
"Wait, that's not enough time! I- I don't even know your name!"
"It's Larry!" called the man, as the elevator doors closed. "Now hurry your diaper butt up!"
"Geez," said Harry to himself, as he rushed into the office to grab his things. "At least no one else is here."
It was true, the lights were all off in the office, though they were coming back on as he walked through. That was the creepiest part about him staying late. It always felt so empty and... wait a second... did he hear something? What time was it, anyway?
Harry checked his watch.
