Although not providing the same amount of forceful feelings as his mess, he felt jittery and excited every time he peed into his diaper, as if a slight, erotic electric current were running through his veins.

Not to mention during each episode of urination he was unable to concentrate on his work, but thankfully no one else came to chat with him, and he was able to just barely finish his day’s projects before 5 o’clock struck.

He stood up, having not done so since he had arrived that morning and stretched. The back of his messy diaper was practically glued to his behind, and he realized with dismay that he would have to repeat the same process as yesterday and completely scrub himself down in the shower.