Analyst, and staying in my role as a man

While waiting to start my first day the following day, I went to a clothes shop where I could buy a smart outfit. I bought some shirts and a tie, and some trousers that were quite loose at the top – in the style of this world – so as not to cause any discomfort in the event of a full nappy. Of course, I don’t have enough credits to pay yet, so I’m just waiting to see what happens next. I walk over to the sales assistant and, before long, the two of us end up alone in a fitting room. I round off the day by having the nurse change my diaper, doing a bit of shopping and looking forward to tomorrow in a wet dream

The next morning, wearing my shirt, tie and trousers fastened with a suede belt, I headed to work, where I was greeted by the HR representative from the previous day. She introduced me to my team: four beautiful women, all dressed in very sexy business attire – that is to say, leather miniskirts and jackets open enough to reveal their breasts. One of the women even took advantage of the introductions to pull her jacket open slightly, revealing her nipple for a few moments. Rather than shaking hands, they finds it more friendly to kiss each other on the cheek. But one of the four women takes the opportunity to lick my cheek a little, without anyone noticing.

My new boss, a rather voluptuous redhead, explains my job to me, and I start reading and understanding my reports. She tells me that my first task should take me two or three hours, just to get a proper grasp of what needs to be done. So I get on with it at a relaxed pace and… I soon realise that it’s going to be fairly straightforward. I take the opportunity to check the figures on my computer, cross-referencing them with the data from the previous report, but I don’t see much else that needs correcting. I’m quite surprised. The report took me 30 minutes, even though it was my first time. My boss happened to be passing by and thought I’d done a great job, so she explained the next report to me, telling me it would probably take me the rest of the day. It’s 11.00 am now. Yet, just one hour later, I’d finished… The maths and calculations are fairly basic, and I reckon a high school student could manage it. But before I tell my boss I’ve finished, it’s time for lunch.

So the five of us head to the canteen, and the four girls on the team spend the meal flirting with me or amongst themselves.What’s more, I’ve noticed several times when one of the women tenses up slightly as if she’s wetting herself – which is actually the case, because I clearly saw, whilst walking up the stairs and passing behind them, that their diapers had bulged out. Their leather skirts simply can’t contain the diapers any longer, and they’re clearly visible.

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Whilst we were at the coffee machine, as I was drinking mine, my boss asked me how I was getting on, and I replied that I’d finished my report. She was surprised and asked me to show it to her in her office. So I went to fetch my laptop and joined her in her office. She asked me to close the door, and then I went over to her. She looked at my figures for a few minutes and noted that everything was correct. Then she says to me, in a charming tone:

"Harley, for your first day, that’s really impressive. I’m glad we’ve got such a great new recruit amongst us. I think you deserve a reward...

So she stands up and comes over to me, takes my hands and raises them above my head. She straddles me and starts kissing my neck. She undoes my shirt, one button at a time, sensually, delicately… And she kisses the parts of my body that she gradually reveals. I do the same with her blouse and start sucking her nipples, which harden at my touch. As I gently suck her breasts, she starts to pant, but that doesn’t stop her from continuing to kiss my neck with even greater passion. I grab her bottom and knead her thick diaper, pressing as hard as I can, as if I were trying to become one with her. She arches her back and exposes her stomach; I grip her ribs to increase the pressure between our diapers. I’d realised that we could reach orgasm very easily by rubbing our bodies together in this world. So I say to her, “Boss, take off your clothes” and she replies, “Yes, Mr Harley, with pleasure.” She takes off her leather skirt and her shirt, revealing a voluptuous body with thick thighs that make you want nothing more than to take them. Also, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which is why I was able to suck her breasts.

She lies down on her desk, knocking pencils and papers to the floor, and I lie down on top of her, my legs on either side of the desk. Our movements against each other grow increasingly intense. And as I kiss her passionately – whilst she grips my bottom with one hand and my hair with the other – our bodies gradually arch, and we eventually reach an intense orgasm.

We stayed pressed up against each other for a few minutes, sharing the occasional kiss. And as we stood up, I realised that the glass in her office wasn’t completely frosted over. In the distance, I could see her colleagues pretending nothing was happening, but I’m sure they’d been enjoying the show. After one last kiss, I head back to my desk. It’s nearly 3 pm and, in this world, that’s the end of the working day – after all, you’ve got to make the most of life, haven’t you? One of my colleagues gives me a pat on the bum and compliments me on my… performance.

The shyest colleague in the team comes over to me once the others have left. She asks me if I’d like to go for a coffee with her at teatime so we can get to know each other better as colleagues