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Daily Freewrite July 8, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 11
🕑 Added 2022-07-09 07:23:02 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10
That morning, Harry woke up bright and early. His daily schedule of getting up at 6am so he could be at the office before 8 made it automatic for him to just wake up with or without an alarm. The problem was that he could wake up, but locked in his sleeper, and locked in his crib, that was about all he could do.
"Oh, gosh, w-what time is it? I- ungh- o-ohhhh shit..." Harry hunched over as he had his first big cum of the day, squirting into his pamps, and then his morning wood and his full bladder decided to unleash all his piss into his diaper, filling it with warmth, flooding it so it grew thick and heavy between his legs.
"Noooo," he said, rubbing his forehead. These involuntary orgasms were getting worse... now he wasn't just cumming in his pants, he was pissing them too. "Why is this- unh- happening?!"
The more he fussed, the more he seemed to spasm and splatter his diaper with involuntary orgasm after involuntary orgasm. It was about on his fifth orgasm that Larry finally strode into the room.
"Oh! You're up early! I thought I heard you moving around in here. H-hey are you okay, little man? What's wrong?"
"That's what I was gonna ask you!" said Harry. "I have to get to work... I need to- unh- go... I- hnnngghhhhh..." Harry hunched over, out of breath and weak at the knees as his pelvic muscles spasmed involuntarily and his cock throbbed in the thick, warm, pressing confines of his diaper. Unable to remove it with his secure sleeper on, he could only just stay there on all fours trying to catch his breath. "Why is this happening to me?!"
"It's stress," said Larry. "Pure and simple. I could say it was because you were a baby, which I could be forgiven for thinking based on how you look now, but simply put, you need to relax, buddy."
"But I can't relax!" said Harry, gripping the bars of his crib and supporting himself as he stood up. "I have to go to work! I have a job to do!"
"You aren't going anywhere, buddy boy," said Larry, crossing his arms. "Except maybe the changing table."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I called in for you. You're out sick."
"W-what?!" said Harry, his jaw dropping in shock. "You can't do that! I could lose my job if I don't show up, I could- hnnghhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhh godsss..." His knees buckled and he held onto the railing of the crib for dear life as the pleasurable orgasm ran through his body.
Larry sighed and shook his head. "Alright, fine. I'll call your boss and you can talk to him."
Before Harry could recover and say know, Larry had Mr. Daily on the line on speaker phone.
"Bob, I have Harry here. He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of sick day. You wanna tell him?"
Bob? Was Larry really on a first name basis with Mr. Daily?
"Harry, my boy. Take the day off. That's an order. You need to get your rest in or you won't be good for anybody. Now you be a good boy and do as Larry says, Okay?"
"Y-yes sir," stammered Harry, hardly believing his ears.
"Good, boy," said Mr. Daily. Then he spoke to Larry. "You got everything you need, Larry? You think you can handle him for the day?"
"My pleasure, Mr. Styles. We can always take him to the rec room if I need to come in."
"Thanks, Larry. But you better not come in today, or I won't be happy. You've got your hands full as it is, I'm sure. Just take good care of our boy, and bring him in when you think he's ready to come back to work..."
"You got it, Bob."
The two of them ended the call without any further input from Harry. Harry was shocked. This didn't make any sense at all. But he was soon distracted from that thought as he was lifted out of his crib by the big mustached man and deposited on the changing table. He lay there as Larry undid his sleeper and pulled down his thoroughly soaked diaper.
"I can do it my-"
"Yeah, yeah, you can do it yourself. Sure. And I'll teach you how, soon enough, since you may be stuck this way for quite a while. But for now, all you are going to do today is rest, and I'll take care of the diapers. Capeesh?"
Harry just shut up and nodded. Mr. Daily had said to do whatever Larry said, after all, and he wanted to make a good impression. He certainly didn't want ot piss someone off who was on a first name basis with his boss. He just hoped this was a temporary problem and that they were right - if this is what it took to make his little problem go away, it would be worth it, but he wasn't so sure. Looking down between his legs to see the soggy padding coming off, the wipes, the stacks of diapers waiting to be worn by him... it all seemed a little too crazy to him.
"Alright, kiddo. Out with the new..." Larry balled up the heavy diaper and tossed it in the pail. "In with the new!" Larry quickly fluffed out and placed a fresh dry diaper under Harry's butt, and began to oil and powder the man.
Harry bit his lip as the sweet smells and the sensation of being touched down there overtook him. It felt so good... he didn't want it to feel so good, but it did. The smells were a comfort. The touch... felt so good he had to bite his lip and hope he didn't spurt. And the thick diaper that was being pulled up between his legs... felt safe... snugly securing what was between his legs so he knew no accidents would get past that barrier.
"There you go, bud. All safe and sound in your diaper. Now let's get you some brekky, and put on some cartoons. You just relax and let ol' uncle Larry do the thinkin' today."
Harry whimpered and nodded. Let Larry take care of it. It seemed the sensible thing to do. Just relax. Yeah. He could do that... couldn't he?
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Awww harry is such a cutie when he's not fussy
