Brenda Discovers Eric’s Diaper Secret! (Part 1)

Eric wore blue button-ups and beige khaki pants to work today, his bottom and crotch areas bulgy and slightly disproportional to the rest of his outfit. His coworker, Brenda, had a sneaking suspicion that he’d also been wearing diapers underneath for the past week. Still, there was no way of knowing for sure. She’d resorted to subtle jibes and raunchy name-calling, as was common practice for most of their day-to-day interaction. When Brenda had sauntered by two days ago, Eric had been stacking supply boxes in the back of the storeroom.

“Anyone smell a dirty diaper?” She’d teased, smacking Eric’s voluptuous bum as she passed. “Serious bubble-butt action there, Eric. Too bad you don’t wear something a lot tighter.”

“Quit it,” he’d jerked, deflecting her fingers, “or I’ll report you to Human Resources.”

“It’s best you take off those baby diapers if you want Helen to take you seriously.” Brenda had laughed derisively before stalking off.

“I’m not wearing diapers!” He’d shouted after her, but she just waved him off as she kept going. A little after ten, Brenda was behind the checkout counter, counting down her drawer, the last customer leaving the parking lot. She decided to use the bathroom before she left and headed to the restroom, but sucked her teeth in annoyance when she saw someone in there, the door slightly open with light from inside spilling out across the floor. Brenda knew her manager was directly in front, waiting for everything to get locked down. This left Eric alone, and Brenda could hear some rustling plastic now, so she assumed he was taking out the trash. She walked up to push the door open. “Eric, I’ve got to use the bathroom. Are you–?” Shock had her jaw drop to the floor.

“Brenda!” Eric snapped; his tone of voice was unusually high-pitched and agitated. “No! Don’t come in here!”

“What are you doing?” she gasped, unable to look away as he stood there in nothing but his uniform shirt and a pair of socks, with a clean diaper in his hand and a swollen yellow one wrapped up on the floor! That was bad enough, but what really got her attention was what the diaper would cover up.

“Eric, is that your cock?” He quickly brought both hands over his groin. “Um, it’s er…” he murmured incoherently, then trailed off when she giggled. “Oh, my gosh, it’s so tiny,” Brenda said as she entered the restroom and closed the door, in the same tone she’d use if she saw a baby or small puppy. “Let me see.”

“No!” Eric turned, shying away from her advance. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Oops, too late,” Brenda giggled. Her eyes fell on the diapers atop the trashcan, next to his folded pile of clothes. “Those are yours, right?”

“Yes,” he said tentatively. “Go away.” Brenda shook her head and crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving until I see your teeny, tiny cock again.” Jim furrowed his brows as if in thought. “Okay, okay. But just this once, alright?”

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Aunt Brenda

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