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I hate my boss. He's a massive fucking asshole, he makes me wear this diaper around the office. One time... one time it leaked. Just a little bit of pee had seeped out onto the chair. You'd think it wouldn't be a big deal, given the whole situation, but he was furious. He dragged me into his office by my arm, his fingers digging in so hard I knew there would be bruises. He slammed the door and pointed at the floor. "Take it off," he snarled. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely undo the tapes on the plastic-backed diaper. I had to step out of it, standing there completely exposed from the waist down in front of him. "Put it on the floor." His voice was cold and flat. I did what I was told, placing the wet, heavy diaper right in the middle of his expensive rug. "Get on your knees." My legs gave way and I knelt before him and my own mess. "Now put your face in it." I hesitated for just a second, a stupid flicker of pride, and that’s all it took. He walked over to me, towering above me, then got down on one knee himself. He put his hand on the back of my head, his grip firm and unyielding. "All the way," he said softly, and then he pushed. My face went into the damp padding. It was still warm from my body heat. The smell of stale urine filled my nose first, sharp and acidic. Then came the feeling, the wetness soaking into my skin instantly. It wasn't just a spot; my entire nose and cheek were pressed into the sodden pulp inside. The plastic backing crinkled against my forehead as he ground my face down further, rubbing it back and forth like you would with a dog that just pissed on the carpet. "You will not piss through again" he hissed in my ear as he held me there, my tears mixing with the piss already on my face.