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Growing Into Diapers: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-11-04 16:01:01 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, sissification, humiliation, forced drug use, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, anal play, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly
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“What the hell is this company thinking?”
Sitting at his desk, Edan couldn’t believe his eyes when he opened the new company email. It read: “Attention all CrissBaby Marketing Employees! Starting today, there will be a new dress code for all employees. Diapers and/or pull-ups must be worn at all times to ensure office safety and sanitation. Talk to your supervisor to receive your weekly package of complimentary padding.”
Working at a diaper company was one thing, but having to wear your company's product was something entirely different. Slumping back in his chair, Edan couldn’t believe this was real. However, as he watched his fellow employees get up one at a time to collect their padding from Aubrey, who was the head of the marketing department, it slowly dawned on him that this was far from a joke.
Begrudgingly, Edan stood up from his desk and made his way over to his boss's office. Since her door was already open, he knocked on the side of the door frame to announce his presence. “Um…hello?” he said, instantly capturing the attention of Aubrey, as well as her two best marketing employees who were both chilling in the guest chairs of Aubrey’s office.
Given any other circumstance, Edan wouldn’t have minded spending a bit of extra time with the lovely ladies that were gathered in this room. First, there was Rita, who was as sporty as they came. Her well-built physique eclipsed Edan’s male strength by a country mile, a fact that always gave him butterflies in his stomach when he talked to her.
Next to her was Malorie, a dark-haired vixen with the largest pair of boobs in the group who clearly had never fully grown out of her goth phase due to the several pounds of eyeliner and near-black lipstick that she went through on a daily basis. Not that Edan minded. Who didn’t want a big titty goth GF?
Last, but certainly not least, there was his boss, Aubrey, who had to be the living embodiment of womanhood. From the way she dressed herself to the decor of her office, she was a girl’s girl without a doubt. Despite the overt femininity she exuded, her voice was quite the opposite, possessing a sultry pitch that threatened to melt any man within earshot.
On their own, any one of these women would be Edan’s dream girl. In spite of their differences, they all had one thing in common. They were total MILFs! Tall, voluptuous, and domineering. If he was given the chance, he would do just about anything to spend a passionate evening with any one of them.
“Oh, if it isn’t Edan Roberts! I was wondering when I would catch you. Please, come in. We were just finishing up,” said Aubrey, waving Edan through her doorway, “Rita, Malorie, keep me updated on the Grow-With-Me Diaper marketing campaign. We’ll need to work double time if we want it ready by the holidays.”
Nodding to their boss and thanking her for her time, Rita and Malorie made a swift exit from Aubrey’s office, though not before giving Edan some serious bedroom eyes as they walked past him. Edan’s head whipped in their direction as he watched them return to their cubicles, wondering if what he saw was real or just his sex-riddled brain playing tricks on him.
Stifling a small chuckle, Aubrey allowed him to drool over her two best employees for a little while longer before deciding to pull him back to reality. “Edan? Was there something you needed?” she asked, delighting in Edan’s panicked behavior as he was made aware of his ogling.
“Oh! Yes! Sorry, I was lost in thought,” said Edan, a touch of pink filling his cheeks, “I’m here because of the email that corporate sent…about the uh…dress code?”
Casually standing up from behind her desk, Aubrey moved to a corner of her office where several cardboard boxes were neatly stacked. “Yes, of course. Such a silly rule to impose, isn’t it?” she said, as she looked Edan up and down before turning back toward the boxes, “You look to be about a medium. Would you prefer diapers or pull-ups?”
“Pull-ups!” blurted out Edan, unaware of how enthusiastic he sounded. It was already bad enough that he’d have to be padded while at work. He didn’t need to make his new underwear any thicker than it was going to be.
Scoffing lightheartedly at Edan’s bashfulness, Aubrey pulled the topmost cardboard box off of the stack and set it aside before digging into the next box down. “You’re in luck. We’ve got only a pack of medium pull-ups left,” she said, scooping the pack of nappies out of the box and presenting it to Edan, “And do let me know if you require anything bigger…or thicker.” She winked at her subby male employee, relishing in the way his knees wobbled as if he was about to keel over.
“Um…th-thank you,” stuttered Edan, his once pink cheeks now taking on a shiny, crimson hue. Without another word, he turned and rushed out of his boss's office with the pack of diapers tucked under his arm.
Observing as Edan dashed toward the men’s bathroom, presumably to change into his new “uniform”, Aubrey bit her lip with fervent excitement. With a smug smile and a narrowing glance, she muttered to herself, “Oh, girls, I never should’ve doubted you. He’ll be perfect.”
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*crinkle*
Shifting in his chair, Edan was finding it difficult to get used to his new undergarments, especially when he needed to focus on boring busy work. While he certainly didn’t hate his job, it was menial days like today that caused him to crave a life away from the stress of a corporate ladder. Attempting to shift the fact that he was wearing pull-ups out of the forefront of his mind, he put on his headphones and tried to drown out his embarrassing thoughts with music.
Edan’s mental peace wouldn’t last, however, as one of his fellow employees came up behind him. “Edan? Eeeeeedan?” said Malorie, unaware that he couldn’t hear her. She tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump in his seat, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you there.”
Yanking the headphones from his ears, Edan took a deep breath to calm down before addressing his co-worker, “Malorie, hey! No worries. What can I help you with?” He placed a hand on his heart as his rapid pulse began to subside.
“I was wondering if you could look over this proposal for me. As much as I trust Rita, I was hoping for a male perspective, ya know?” Malorie said with the same peppy, upbeat attitude that a cheerleader would possess. She handed off a small stack of papers for Edan to pursue.
Taking a quick glance at her proposal, Edan was more than happy to help a fellow coworker in need. “Sure, I’ll take a look and get back to you in a bit,” he said, moving to set the papers down on the side of his desk.
“Actually, I was hoping to get your opinion sooner rather than later, if you wouldn’t mind,” said Malorie, making sure to lean forward over Edan’s chair so that he got a good look at her cleavage. All the while, she kept an eye on her partner in crime, Rita, as she stealthily snatched the water bottle off of his desk.
Lost in the chasm of Malorie’s bountiful bosom, Edan’s brain scrambled to find the words to merely agree to help her. “Um…yes, I’ll do my breast-BEST! I-I mean…I’ll do my…best,” he said, burying his face in the papers Malorie had handed him.
Meanwhile, Rita went to work on prepping Edan’s water bottle. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small, cylindrical container with the words, “CrissBaby Baby Brain Mix,” written in bold on the side. “Now both odorless and tasteless,” she whispered to herself, snickering as she poured in the recommended amount. There was no need to overdose him on the stuff, at least not yet.
Peeking her head back up over Edan’s cubicle wall, she noticed she still had plenty of time to get the bottle back into position. Feeling cheeky, she ran her tongue along the mouthpiece of the water bottle in the most seductive way possible, leaving her bestie, Malorie, to helplessly watch as she tried to remain stone-faced. After a few seconds of taunting, she wiped off the excess spit so it wasn’t too noticeable and set the bottle back in the same spot on Edan’s desk.
“Hmmm…everything’s looking good as far as I can tell, though I must admit that I’m not really the target audience for this,” said Edan, passing the papers back to Malorie, “The design looks aesthetically pleasing and it should attract both men and women. At least that’s my perspective.”
Presenting Edan with a warm smile, Malorie tucked the papers under her arm and leaned in toward him, planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Thanks a bunch, Edan! I knew I could count on you,” she said before skipping back to her desk.
Edan remained frozen, his brain refusing to process what the hell had just happened. He raised his hand to his cheek, feeling the embers of her smooch still burning. Shaking his head, he rotated in his chair to face his computer once again, breathing a bit heavier than usual. As the dry air filled his lungs, he instinctively reached for his bottle, taking a large swig of the refreshing liquid it contained.
Within the hour, Edan had fully drained his water bottle and was back at work, having successfully put his shamefully new underwear in the back of his mind. It wasn’t until he felt a small ping in his bladder that his attention hyperfocus on work broke. Usually, he had no issue holding in his pee until he found a good stopping point in his work but today, for some reason, the need to urinate came on fast and strong.
Hopping to his feet, Edan fast walked over to the uni-sex bathroom since, as luck would have it, the men’s restrooms had been out of order for days, forcing all male employees to share the single-use toilet. Sadly, as he arrived at the bathroom door, he found it was occupied.
*KNOCK KNOCK!*
“Is anyone in there?” said Edan, trying his best not to sound at all panicked as he pressed his hands to his aching crotch. After a moment of silence, he tried the door handle again, this time wiggling it up and down frantically.
“Ocupado! I’ll be out in a sec,” said a female voice that Edan instantly recognized as Rita’s. No one else would casually drop Spanish words like that. The fact that she was taking up the only bathroom the men could use when there was a perfectly good women’s bathroom was a tad frustrating, to say the least. He began to hop back and forth as his patience wore thin.
*FLUUUUUUSH!*
Hearing the whirring of a toilet was like sweet music in Edan’s ears. Soon, his coworker would be out of the bathroom. While the sound of swirling toilet water, which was quickly followed up by the whooshing of water coming out of the bathroom sink, did little to curb his need to pee, it was still relieving to know that his pain would be over soon. His bouncing halted as his body started to relax, feeling a lot less strain on his bladder than he did before.
Seconds later, the bathroom door opened and Rita stepped out, still drying her hands off with a bunch of paper towels. “All yours Edan,” she said, before stopping dead in her tracks and looking Edan up and down, “-er, well, I guess you don’t really need it anymore, do you?”
Confused, Edan cocked his head to the side, failing to understand what Rita meant. It was only when he felt a strange warmth trickling down his leg that he realized what was going on.
*GASP!*
Edan’s hands quickly shot down to the crotch of his pull-up yet again as steaks of liquid ran down his khakis, soaking the front of his pants in fresh urine. The pull-up he had on posed a minuscule threat to the sheer amount of piss that was rushing out of his penis, drenching the thin padding and leaking out in all directions. “I…I…” was all Edan could muster the strength to say, feeling as though he might pass out at any second.
Rushing to his aid, Rita placed a hand on Edan’s back and grabbed onto one of his arms, pulling him in close to her. “Oh my, you poor thing!” she said, doing her darndest not to appear thrilled by his predicament. Everything that she, Malorie, and Aubrey had planned was beginning to fall into place, “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, sweetie?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
