Diapers aren’t Office Supplies

by Cowkites
Source: cowkites.deviantart.com

Michael stared in disbelief at what his coworker held. The two of them had snuck off around 2 p.m. as they usually did every day for a quick smoke or chat; only this time Cassandra had led him to one of the storage closets on one of the less populated floors. This particular one held unmarked boxes from floor to ceiling and Cassandra had just finished pulling down and opening one of them.

“Cass, what is that?” She hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights if she knew where the switch was, and Michael had been too busy being confused to pay much attention to the lighting.

“Here, hold it. I’ll let you figure it out.” Cass handed off the thick rectangle. In Michael’s hands it made a soft crinkling sound as he moved it around. He felt folds and began to unfold it.

“What is this, Cass? Did you bring me here to weird me out?”

Cass moved closer to him. He had to admit, despite his confusion, this was one of their more arousing encounters. Michael had always hoped to pique her interest, but Cass always seemed the type of girl that needed a bit more than he could offer. Handling the object a bit more roughly, Michael determined that he had finally opened fully whatever he was holding. It felt like it had an hourglass shape but was more rounded toward the thin part.

“Cass…is this…” Michael suddenly felt a hand groping his cock through his slacks.

“A diaper? Yeah; isn’t it neat? Originally only our health care department manufactured them, but these particular ones were made by our intimacy and technology divisions.”

Michael found himself more confused now than when he didn’t know what he was holding, but the hand gently rubbing his crotch kept him quiet. As she talked, her hand moved gently up and down the front of his pants, her thumb teasing the head of his cock through his underwear. Michael breathed in deeply as her hand slipped into his underwear and she began to tease his member.

“Don’t you want to know what makes them special?” He could feel her breath on his neck, the loose hairs from her ponytail gently tickling him as she began to stroke him. Cass pulled him back into her, her lips lightly touching his neck, her teeth tugging at his shirt collar. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back and he desperately wanted to hold them. He tried to turn, but she would have none of it; instead she removed her hand from his underwear and began to lightly tease the skin just above his crotch with her fingernail. “You should ask me, Mikey.”

“W-what’s so special about them?”

When Cass next spoke, she whispered directly into his ear, one hand circling his belly button the other with a firm grip on his ass.

“They heighten the effects of orgasms,” as she talked she returned to stroking Michael through his underwear, “Can you imagine all those adult babies that ordered these; sucking their thumbs and cumming like they’ve never done it before?”

For a while Cass simply kissed and teased Michael while he squirmed in her grasp.

“Do you know why I brought you here?”

Michael found it difficult to answer in his current state, but a quick squeeze to his dick brought him back to reality.

“Mm- No…” At this Cass laughed and stroked slower. Eventually she had stopped stroking at all and she pushed Michael into the boxes in front of him. He tripped and landed on the floor in front of Cass, his back was against the diaper boxes, and he still clutched the unfolded diaper Cass had given him.

“You’re going to wear one.” Cass crouched down, her weight pressing on her knees and ankles; she ran her finger across his obvious erection, “Take your pants off, Mikey.” Michael sat still for a moment; unsure of whether or not wearing a diaper at his place of work in front of his crush was really worth what he assumed would be an intense orgasm.

Cass didn’t give him time to decide. With one hand she snatched the diaper out of his hands and with the other she deftly unbuttoned and began to pull down his pants. While he hadn’t given an answer as to ‘yea’ or ‘nay,’ Michael none-the-less found himself assisting with his own undressing. Eventually he lay naked on the floor at Cass’s feet; the diaper lay unfolded underneath his bottom, her foot firmly keeping his erection down.

“Can you tape the diaper up, or do you need help, Mikey?” Michael was unsure about how he felt about the sudden influx of ‘Mikey’s into Cass’s vernacular. His eyes lingered on her shapely form. The light from the cracks of the doorway ran up the length of her leg, from his stepped on crotch, to the hem of her short skirt. Michael could feel his dick getting harder just thinking about what Cass might do once he did what she said; and so, with a bit of effort, Michael taped the diaper in place.

“You look really cute in those, Mikey. I might just have to give you a treat!”

As Michael’s thoughts drifted from the diapers forcing his legs apart to Cass’s foot pressed into his crotch he began to feel a strange sensation drifting all over his body. His body felt as if it was heating up, not to uncomfortable levels, but just enough that he didn’t feel uncomfortable being nearly naked on a closet floor. His cock felt more flaccid, but he felt closer to orgasm than he had before. What was most apparent to Michael was that Cass was even more attractive to him than before. It felt silly to him, but he was actually drooling over her.

Cass’s smile grew even bigger. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mikey? Here, this will make it even better.” In the darkness, Michael couldn’t see, but he felt something find its way into his open mouth. Michael immediately knew that he had been pacified, but before he could even think about spitting it out and questioning Cass, his mind had already accepted it and he sucked happily.

Soon the only sound in the room was Michael’s pacifier and the crinkling of Cass stroking his padded crotch with her foot.

“Bet you thought you’d never like this, huh? It never occurred to you that today you’d find yourself diapered and pacified in a closet getting your dick rubbed. Well, enjoy it; I certainly am.”

Cass pressed deeper with her foot, and Michael’s pleasure skyrocketed. He could barely keep the pacifier in his mouth he was in so much bliss. As he neared climax, images of Cass and himself together began to enter his head. Not the usual ones that he had while masturbating, different ones that Michael would have never had before.

He sat in Cass’s lap facing her. She was topless, and she held him close. He was wearing a footed sleeper, and judging from the size of his bottom, he was diapered. Michael suckled on her nipples and his raging erection was evident from the bulge in his padding. It was clear that he wanted attention there, but Cass would have none of it. “Not now sweetie, be a good baby.” She would stroke his hair and milk would dribble out the side of lips onto a bib that read: ‘Mommy’s Little Cutie.” Once he was done drinking, Cass would let him grind his diapered crotch against a large teddy bear that was kept in a crib labeled: ‘Mikey.’

Michael was amazed by how pathetic he looked in his fantasy, but he was even more amazed by how much it turned him on. With each hump of the teddy bear he felt himself get closer and closer to orgasm until the image of his dream self climaxed and yelled ‘Mommy!’ through his pacifier.

“Whoa! Keep it down Mikey!”

Michael’s eyes opened. Cass stood over him, her foot still softly massaging his diapered crotch though he was certain he just came a moment ago.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself! Although I don’t know if I like the title ‘Mommy.’”

“I cawled you Mawmy?”

Cass laughed and bent down. She pulled the pacifier out of Michael’s mouth and wiped the drool off his chin, “Yep! Right as your little cock exploded in your diapers too.”

“Don’t call it little! And don’t tell anyone about this, or the diapers, or anything!”

“Oh, right back to big bad man as soon as you’re done with your cummies. I’ll have you know that you looked pretty comical sucking on your paci and grabbing Mommy’s leg. You don’t want anyone finding out then that’s on you.” Cass flicked on the lights and watched Michael with her hands on her hips.

With the lights on everything looked different. He had drooled a lot more than he thought and the diapers he wore were a lot thicker looking than he felt. The diapers also didn’t look as plain as he thought they would, instead they were covered in a cute teddy bear print with pink stripes going down the center.

“That’s odd…” Cass leaned down and ran her hands along Michael’s crotch. She stood and pulled another diaper down from one of the boxes before returning.

“Mikey, sweetheart, you either had a really big load or…” Michael watched as she removed the tapes and began to pull the diaper down. Michael was greeted by the familiar sight of his own cum covered cock. It looked a bit smaller, but he was certain that was due to the temperature of the room. He studied Cass’s eyes to try and get a glimpse of what her reaction to first seeing his cock would be.

Cass looked as if she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

“What are you laughing at?! I’m definitely average! I checked several times!”

“No, sweetie, your dick is…cute-it’s fine-really…it’s just that…uh…you had a widdle accident.” Cass could barely get through the last bit without laughing. Michael looked down and was shocked to see that he had in fact wet himself. He wasn’t sure when or how, but the yellow, sagging insides of the diaper made it certain that he had in fact wet himself.

“Yeah, you see,” she held the front end of the diaper back up, “these pink stripes are wetness indicators.”

“…you can’t tell anyone Cass.”

“I already couldn’t tell anyone, Mikey. You know how weird this whole situation is? Me, Cassandra giving a foot job to some adult baby?”

“That’s not what happened and you know it!”

“Maybe. Either way, we need to change you into a fresh one and get you back to work.”

“What?”

“You wet yourself, Mikey. There’s no telling if you’ll do it again! I mean these things were discontinued for a reason.”

Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He lay back on the floor and stared up at Cass.

“Why didn’t you tell me this? Of all important things to do, why did you not do that?!”

“Listen mister, I don’t like your tone. If you want to get done with today without everyone knowing about your fetish or you ‘accidently peeing’ yourself again, then just shut up and do what I say.”

Michael felt like hitting her. He felt like hitting himself. In the end he laid still and watched as Cass changed his diaper. He dealt with her teasing. He even sucked on the pacifier when she told him too. Eventually they stood looking exactly as they had when they entered; the only difference being that Michael’s underwear had been replaced by a thick diaper that now forced him to waddle slightly.

“Can I at least have my underwear back? What happens if I get horny again?”

“No. I can’t trust you with the way you’ve been acting. I don’t want someone seeing you poop yourself and then start asking questions. And don’t get horny. If you have any problems come see me, I’ll help you out.”

“Thanks Cass…but wait! I’ll poop myself? When did that become a thing?!”

Cass just smiled as she reached the elevator and walked inside. Michael watched as she lightly pushed him out and the doors closed.

As he walked down the stairs back to his office he was thankful that no one was around to hear the loud crinkling of his diapers.

I should’ve never told her I liked her…