In This Together - Chapter 12 (Hazel) (Patreon)

I wish I could say my day blew by as fast as Bo blew his load, but unfortunately, it didn’t. In fact, it was quite possibly the slowest day in existence. I felt like I did as a kid at Christmas, waiting all day on Christmas Eve to get to bed so that I could sleep and Santa could come. And while all I wanted today was to get into bed, it was hardly for something as innocent as waiting for Santa. I was desperate to get Bo’s premature training started.

But no, I had to do my dumb job in my dumb home office and have dumb meetings where we talked about dumb nothingness, and I was totally out of it. My find wandered all day, continuing to elaborate on fantasies of Bo’s premature potential. About commanding him to stare at my cleavage until he blows in his pants, or walking around with a super obvious cameltoe and making him cum at just the sight of my clothed puffy pussy lips.

However, the thought of cameltoes only made me aware of the clothing situation currently around my waist. I reached down and tried to make a cameltoe-like shape with my diaper, but it was obviously not my pretty pussy.

“Hazel, did you have anything to add to that report?” My boss caught my attention slipping, and I snapped back into the world of corporate zoom meetings.

“No, I think Troy’s covered everything I wanted to say,” I blushed and hoped that was the correct response. When they continued, I knew I was in the clear, but as I reached down to re-adjust the padding in my pants to appear more flush with my body, I felt a warmth spreading inside the diaper.

My face went from blush to pale, and I looked directly into the camera, hopeful no one could tell I was uncomfortable. I knew there would be no way for them to know I was currently peeing - diapers aside, I was only on camera from the shoulders up - but I still felt an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment as I stared into the eyes of seven of my co-workers while I uncontrollably wet myself. As the stream continued to trickle out of me, I attempted to stop it with my kegel exercises, but nothing was working to hold it back. Before long, my diaper was full and heavy under my pants, and I needed to change asap.

The meeting continued for another 30 minutes; all the while, I stood still, hoping not to shift the diaper so that the seams would burst and pee would leak into my pants. My legs were tired, and I contemplated lowering my rising desk to its sitting position, but I fought against the urge in favour of not sitting down and squishing the diaper underneath my petite weight.

Once the meeting finished, I covered my webcam and retreated to the bathroom to change my diaper. ‘Better than peeing your pants,’ I thought to myself, only to make the constant need for diapers feel better. I also knew it had literally only been a day, but I was hopeful the exercises would make a difference already. ‘Keep at it,” I thought to motivate myself. ‘One day, you’ll be back in control.’

I dropped my pants and pulled the diaper off carefully, doing my best not to drop it on the floor and have the unabsorbed pee splash everywhere. Once it was off and my bare skin could breathe, I eyed up the shower. ‘It’s just about my lunch break,’ I thought. ‘No one is going to be calling for me anyways.’

I stripped my top and bra and walked naked toward the shower. I turned on the water and waited for it to get hot while I closed my eyes and filled my brain with thoughts to let my core get hot as well.

All I could imagine was pathetic Bo, cumming in his pants, cumming as he entered me, and cumming before he could even enter me. It was my new obsession, a “Phazel,” as Bo and I called it sometimes. Only this wasn’t breadmaking or arts and crafts; this was a whole new kink and dominant mindset that I could not break my hyper fixation on.

As the water reached my preferred temperature (close to boiling), I stepped in and let the water flow over me. I was brought to total bliss and returned to my mind for more fantasies. As I imagined, I found myself whispering what I would say out loud. “You gonna cum in your pants?” “That was quick, wasn’t it?” “You just can’t help yourself around me, can you…”

It didn’t take me long to reach my orgasm as I played with my clit under the flowing hot water. After the climax trembled through my body in just a minute, I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m as bad as you are, Bo.”

Refreshed and temporarily sexually satisfied, I stepped out of the shower, dried off and put on a new diaper before re-dressing and returning to my desk. After that, the day seemed to roll along reasonably, and Bo was home from work before I knew it.

I could tell by the look on his face when he walked in that something had happened at work, and I wanted to ensure I investigated immediately.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” I asked.

“Fine. Uneventful, how about you?” He replied.

“Boring. So, did you keep your diaper on like I suggested?”

“Uh, yeah…I did,” Bo replied, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the odd way he spoke.

“And?”

“...and what?”

“Any accidents?”

“Nope! Not even one. Exactly like I told you would happen!” Bo replied, proud of himself. I needed to make sure, though. I rushed in towards him for a ‘kiss,’ planted my lips on his, then grabbed at his crotch, squeezing the padding around his dick.

“Hey!” He pulled back. “I told you I was clean; can’t you accept that?”

“Just making sure,” I smiled and winked at him, and he rolled his eyes.

“Well, regardless, I’m very curious about this training your doctor suggested,” Bo said.

“Oh? Why is that Mr. I-Don’t-Have-Accidents?” I teased.

“Well, I’m certain they’re behind me, but anything to better control my stamina is good. If it just means I can fuck you longer, then I’m in,” Bo smiled confidently.

“Good. Then we can start after dinner….”