Second day at the office

I went home with my big diaper full – so full that I couldn’t walk any more… So I rang for a taxi. I waited for it sitting on the floor, enjoying the gentle warmth of my thick nappies, and I felt a bit frustrated because I’d have liked to finish the evening in bed with Cerise… At last, the taxi arrived. I crawled into it, then gave the driver my address. She was wearing nothing but a jacket, revealing her breasts below the waistband, and her big apple-green diaper, in which she’d done a lot of poo several times. During the ride, sitting behind her, I amused myself by fondling her breasts, and she didn’t seem to mind... At a traffic light, I slip to the front and, while she was driving, standing over her thick diaper, I started licking it, overcome by a intense, perverse arousal. Once we’d got back to my place, she asked me, with a wink, whether I wanted to pay in credits or in "nature". And so I mounted her, making love to her violently and passionately, until I reached orgasm.

I crawled up the stairs on all fours, taking a guilty and perverse pleasure in moving like an animal. As I couldn’t take my diaper off, I had to have a shower in it, but I discovered that it was also waterproof, so no issues. Then I’d fall asleep, feeling frustrated that Cerise wasn’t in my bed.

I woke up the next morning to find my diaper had swollen again: I must have wet myself in my sleep. growing so large that I can no longer walk. I grab hold of it and moan, part out of frustration and part out of pleasure, with only one desire: to rub myself against someone. I got dressed in a work shirt and pants, but the pants were too tight because of my bulky nappy. So, after having a coffee, I set off for the nurses’ station so she could change me. There, she took me by the hand to the changing room, but I suddenly stopped as the coffee’s diuretic effects kicked in: I dropped to all fours and did another runny poo in my already full, very full, diaper. I began to cry a little as the tension melted away with that liberating bowel move. Then the nurse, full of love, cuddled me, gently rubbed my nappy – which turned me on – and took me by the hand over to the changing table. I chose a purple nappy today.

I then set off for work. I joined my team, feeling a bit nervous about seeing Cerise again. There she was, in the corridor with a coffee in her hand, laughing shyly at a colleague’s jokes. As I walked past her, she pinched the back of my dipaer, which took me by surprise, but I saw she was smiling maliciously at me, so I figured everything was fine. As I walked away, she said to me, “See you later, Harley !”

I sit down at my desk, and the soft squeak of my soft fresh nappy against the chair is very pleasant. I start work at a relaxed pace, for about an hour, but I find myself daydreaming about my colleague Cerise, which stops me from concentrating… I can see her a little way off, at her desk, and when she catches my eye, she smiles at me...

Unable to resist any longer, I move closer to her. She lies back against the back of her armchair, legs spread, inviting me to take the lead. So, I pull down my pants – my diaper now visible to everyone – then I lift Cerise’s skirt, exposing her diaper, wet by the way, and climb on her. I kiss her passionately, cupping her hips and pinching her breasts. They’re soft and tender – mmm – so I nibble on them and use my tongue to get a little cry of pleasure from Cerise. She fights back by biting my neck and sucking my sweat dripping down. So I grip her hips firmly with my hands, rubbing my diaper against hers in a sweeping back-and-forth motion, the plastic of our nappies squeaking in the open-plan office for all to hear, and to see.

In a sudden burst of passion, she raises her hands in the air and shouts, “Oh yes, Harley ! Go on, come ! Come, COME with me ! Yeeess” and, unable to hold back any longer, I come in unison with Cerise. Her body relaxes as she gently grips my hips to pull me close to her.

Our shirts are soaked through with sweat, and we’re dripping with it, though that doesn’t seem to bother her. In the open office, several women look at us as if nothing were amiss, silently supporting us in our efforts. After a few minutes with Cerise in her arms, our boss came by and asked me to pop into her office in 15 minutes. It would be nice if I could get changed, but I’ve got nothing else to wear...