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This first chapter was once in the stories section. The sequels were not. I'll put one up from time to time. Hope you find it worth the read.

MONDAY

Chapter One

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Packrat

My Monday morning started just like most Mondays had started for the past several years, and my day was expected to be just another day at the office. I could not have known how my life would change, and it is only now, weeks later that I am allowed to describe the events.

I had finished my shower, finished my breakfast and gathered up my clean shirts, socks, suits and ties for the week of work that lie ahead. In the city I rented a small efficiency flat to avoid the punishing commute from my distant country home each day. Just before leaving for the two hour drive (on a good day with no traffic problems) I removed an adult diaper from my brief case, lowered my trousers and underwear, lay on the carpet and carefully completed the diapering of my middle aged bottom.

Since my youth, I had always liked the feeling of a diaper. It wasn’t a particularly sexual attraction, but it did give me occasional pleasure and a heightened sense of arousal being properly ensconced. The long drive to my current job simply required the use of protection. Traffic would often stop completely for long periods of time along the urban expressway. Few exits were available, nor were there any rest areas.

Most trips were uneventful, and the dry diaper was promptly removed when I arrived in my private office where I looked over an accounting department as a middle manager. I would time my trip to arrive slightly before the receptionist so she wouldn’t recognize the bulge in my slacks or hear the rustle of the plastic coating on the disposable diaper. For months, this was my Monday morning ritual.

Occasionally I would be very late or my arrival would be met with an important meeting or the need to be in an impromptu discussion. Diapered and in need of relief, I would need to balance the length of the meeting with my bladder control. Sometimes the pressure became unbearable and the chance to escape did not present itself. I would quietly and carefully relieve myself into my diaper; hoping it would not leak onto my suit pants. After the building opened, the restroom was always busy and a diaper change was difficult to hide. I would try to retire to my office and lock the door, hoping to remain uninterrupted long enough to remove the diaper and clean up.

This Monday would prove to be different, and my life would be forever changed.

The traffic was light and I arrived at my office a few minutes before the office opened. One of my subordinates, Carol, had a smaller office just next to mine. Carol was twenty years younger than I, and was unmarried. She had, just one year before, adopted an infant son from Guatemala. Carol was attractive and shapely, but our relationship was purely business. This morning, Carol met me as I arrived at my office door, carrying a small shopping bag. She had an unusual facial expression and walked into my office immediately behind me, closing the door and pushing the lock button in the door handle. It was not unusual for her to enter my office and close the door, but locking it seemed odd at that moment.

Before I could get myself situated, she sternly instructed me to come beside her at the front of my large desk. I complied. She reached into her shopping bag and removed a small envelope of photographs. I expected pictures of her son, but was horrified to see a number of photographs of me in my office alone, removing my diaper. And worse, she had several photographs of me at my computer visiting what was clearly a pornographic website. The images were clear and undeniable. Since viewing pornography at our company was a dischargeable event, with zero tolerance, I immediately felt weakness in my knees, became pale and nervous and wondered what her motive was. My uncertainty about the purpose of showing me these pictures became immediately clear.

I asked her where she got the photographs, and she replied;

“It doesn’t matter where I got them, it matters what happens next as to what I do with them. And, in case you get any ideas, I have already copied them into an email addressed to your boss, the division VP, and co-workers. The message is set up with a delayed sending command. If I don’t revise the date every few days, the email message goes out automatically.

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Tuesday

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Packrat

The pain was excruciating. The room was totally dark and I was beginning to understand the context of torture. I quickly removed the plastic pants and diaper to expose the diabolical plastic device that ensconced my private parts. The burning and throbbing, was so intense that any other purpose or thought was blocked from my mind; I had to do anything to make the pain stop. I had to do anything to get this contraption off my penis.

Within the darkness of the room, I could not see the device and attempted to evaluate its structure by feeling all surfaces and features. It would not pry apart and the several smooth shapes were not amenable to getting a grip for breaking. The liquid was slippery on the surface of the machine. A hacksaw would have been helpful. Then I remembered the pins in my diaper! “Brilliant,

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I thought I remembered the first part of this story, but this latest part is all new to me. And I love it! Thanks for posting. I look forward to the next chapter.

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Another chapter in the sequence.

Wednesday

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Packrat

I was fully awake. My legs were still feeling the effects of the injections and I could not put my full weight upon them. I did notice that some feeling was returning to the surface of my lower legs as I moved, crawling across the carpet. I was increasingly concerned about the day and how it would progress. Carol’s parting comments were replaying in my mind; what did she mean? Was she going to unleash another round of unpleasantness against me, or was she going to release me from this nightmare?

Ah, the stairs, the light switch, and then her hand twisting the door knob to my room. Carol was returning. The door opened. She stood there and barked an order at me with an emphasis that caused my bones to chill; “Get out here and come to the table!

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Sorry for pause, out of town for a while. More to come.

Thursday

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Packrat

I sat quietly on the sofa, sucking the cherry drink from the oversized bottle with the large nipple. But, I was deep in thought about my displeasure with the humiliation that I was subjected to during the day. I was mortified at being the visual entertainment during a shower and enema. I could not understand why this could ever be considered entertaining. Then, Dr. Quincy and the catheter; what the hell was that all about? I had resolved to escape from Carol’s grip at the earliest opportunity. I needed to find my car keys and my work clothing. Tomorrow I would leave.

Mustering up some degree of mental fortitude and strength, I blurted out; “Carol, tell me why you humiliated me today?

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Another installment. Nearing the end.

Friday

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Packrat

I would try to bring some normalcy to this day, aside from my continuously draining bladder and my perpetually wet diaper. I had completed my morning diapering, simply lying on the kitchen tile floor to help out with the positioning of the diaper. When I stood, it felt comfortable, better than my first attempt standing in front of the mirror. Pulling up the plastic pants, I finished with a pair of loose fitting slacks and a dress shirt and sweater. This would help hide the bulk of the diaper, and I had a couple of business meetings to attend. I was still a novice at the diaper application, but felt that I could handle it for the next ten days or so until the catheter came out.

My trip to the office excluded the normal stop for coffee. I wanted to minimize my fluid intake to keep the diaper problem limited to one change during the work day. The plastic pants did not make any appreciable noise when walking, and I guessed that if Lorna did not tell others of my situation, my condition would not be discovered. As usual I arrived at the office early and went straight to work. When Lorna arrived she came into my office, closed the door and sat down.

“You look rested today, much better than yesterday.

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final chapter; thanks for the positive comments.

Saturday

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Packrat

I awoke with a start. C.Z. was not in the bed and it was clearly morning, sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the spotlessly clean windows. I immediately smelled breakfast cooking; bacon and coffee for certain. As I arose, I could hear C.Z. humming in the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, I found her busy with the table setting. She was wearing only a very sheer night coat and no diaper. Clearly, she did not wish to cover anything from view.

I, on the other hand, was sporting a heavy 5 o’clock shadow, disheveled hair with missing bonnet, and a very, very wet diaper. C.Z. looked up and smiled brightly. “I wondered when my little boy would wake up.

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