John Gets an Office Babysitter (Part 1)

 John’s cheeks burned as he tried to discreetly adjust the diaper beneath his work trousers. He glanced around the office, hoping no one noticed the subtle crinkling sound accompanying his movements. His wife fed up with his frequent accidents and skid marks in his underwear, had insisted on this humiliating solution: a babysitter to monitor him during work hours.
“Hey, John, you okay?” Sarah, his coworker, asked, eyeing him curiously.
“Yeah, just… a bit warm in here,” John stammered, trying to maintain a normal tone.
Sarah nodded, turning back to her computer. John breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. The door opened, and Mrs. Thompson, the babysitter his wife had hired, walked in. She was discreet, dressed in plain clothes, but her presence reminded him of his infantilization.
“Good morning, Mr. Smith,” Mrs. Thompson greeted him, her voice low enough not to draw attention.
“Morning,” John muttered, avoiding eye contact.
As the day progressed, John became increasingly distracted by the crinkling of his diaper every time he moved. He tried to focus on his reports, but the rustling sounds drove him crazy. He occasionally felt Mrs. Thompson’s eyes on him, ensuring he stayed put.
Lunchtime arrived, and John decided to brave the cafeteria. He knew the walk would be noisy, but he needed a break from his desk. As he stood, the crinkling intensified, echoing through the quiet office. Several heads turned, and John froze, his face flushing red.
“Everything alright, John?” Mr. Harris, his boss, inquired, frowning slightly.
“Yes, sir. Just… forgot something in my car,” John lied, desperate to escape the awkward situation.
He rushed out, Mrs. Thompson following close behind. Once outside, she pulled him aside.
“Mr. Smith, your diaper is quite full. We should take care of that before you return to work,” she stated matter-of-factly.
John groaned inwardly. “Can’t we just do it later?” he pleaded.
“Your comfort and hygiene are important. We can use the restroom over there,” she suggested, pointing to a small, secluded restroom.
Reluctantly, John followed her inside. The cramped space felt oppressive as she closed the door. She motioned for him to stand still, and with practiced efficiency, she unfastened his pants, exposing the bulging diaper.
“This is very wet,” she commented, her hands gentle yet firm as she removed it.
John averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed and strangely aroused by the humiliating situation. The cool air hit his skin, making him shiver. Mrs. Thompson didn’t waste time; she cleaned him thoroughly, her fingers still warm through the baby wipe, brushing against his sensitive areas.
“There, all clean,” she announced, patting him dry.
She then proceeded to tape a fresh, snug, secure diaper onto him. The rustling sound returned and seemed even more pronounced than before. John’s face burned, knowing he’d have to walk back into the office like this.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, standing up shakily.
Mrs. Thompson smiled reassuringly. “You’re welcome. Let’s get you back to work.”

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