Go and see my boss in my soaking clothes

I was heading towards my boss’s office, my clothes soaked in sweat. She greeted me with a big smile and said I might like to get changed, so she’d go and see what she had in stock. She brought me a long skirt and, for the top, just a tie. So I was quite surprised – was that really what I was going to wear? So there I was, bare-chested, wearing just a tie and a long skirt to hide my diaper. But my boss liked it; she thought I looked great like that.

She then got down to the reason she’d asked me to come: she wanted me to complete a few reports within the next two days so that she could then pass them on to her boss. She showed me the spreadsheets, leaning over her computer and moving closer to me. I could feel her breath on my cheek... She slowly stroked my back, now bare and exposed, whilst explaining what she needed to tell me. Without losing her focus, she wrapped her arms round me from behind, enjoying my broad shoulders. Once we’d finished talking about the task, we stood up, and she took the opportunity to slip her hands under my new skirt to gently caress my panties. I could feel the excitement rising within me very quickly; my cock was getting hard. She then kissed me tenderly and, breaking the spell of the moment, sent me back to my desk with a firm slap on the bum: ‘Come on, go and work, darling, get those big bums moving.’ And I went back to my desk feeling rather frustrated...

The day went on quietly and I was able to make progress on my reports. I think I’ll have finished the new task my boss has set me very soon. Then it was lunchtime and we all went to the canteen together. During the meal, the whole team was flirting with me, tapping my diapered bottom while we were queuing, rubbing their legs against my skirt under the table, and my boss even grab me by my tie to pull me towards her and make me eat with my fork. It seemed that my new, daring outfit interested them far more than my previous, more classic one. Before finishing my meal, I picked up a few biscuits labelled CC03, and as I now knew what that meant, I kept them for later.

A little later that afternoon, I took a break and went for a wander through the corridors. My skirt fluttered gently with my every movement, turning heads wherever I went. And while I was making myself a coffee, it gave me the chance to get to know some new faces – or rather, some wandering hands – who didn’t hesitate to stroke me, without taking things any further for the time being.

That marked the end of the working day (10 am to 3 pm is a good rhythm in this line of work), and Cerise came over to ask me if I would like to go for a workout with her.