diapydimension: Amy had her own kind of meditation. She simply called it, ‘diaper time.’ Crawling ar
diapydimension: Amy had her own kind of meditation. She simply called it, ‘diaper time.’ Crawling around her office in nothing but her underwear and thick diaper with two inserts was how she relieved stress and ran a successful real estate firm. Whenever work was piling up combined with a need to pee. She would often crouch on the carpet, confidently spread her legs, suck on her thumb, and piss her diaper. Not that this surprised anyone. Most all of business owners wore them. Diapers were the ultimate stress reliever and non-addictive alternative to xanax or other drugs taken by bosses with fast lives. Every time Amy got into a blank state of diapered bliss she came out of her reverie with a clear head. Plus they were a complete turn on. She would never date a boy who wasn’t padded 24/7. That was unthinkable. The thought of rubbing her diaper against another boy’s diaper made her heart throb. But she was at work and play would have to wait for later. Now she felt the urge to go. With today being a relatively easy Friday workload she wanted to really get into diaper space. Stripping off her grey skirt and blue top she revealed what the bulge in her skirt had hinted at, she was wearing a perfect, white diaper; a black strap attached to an ornate piece of lingerie hugging its sides. As Amy knelt down, her bladder instantly gave way (it was very weak these days) and Amy filled her diaper up and it sagged even more under the weight of the pad inside. Wetting her diaper made her feel sexy. Looking reproachfully at the pile of paper on her desk she decided that today was too nice to stay in the office. “Holly, I’m taking off for the day. Have a good weekend!” “Ms. Weiss your diaper is showing.” “It looks good, doesn’t it?” Amy replied smiling. Holly looked down and realized she may have been too critical and she hastily tucked the top of her diaper under her shirt. -- source link