My phone dinged. "Diaper check time," it said.
Working from home, I was enjoying the mixed freedom that came with that. There was no need to wear pants at home, because nobody could see anything below my belly button. Mixed, of course, because, well... There was one person who could see below my belly button, and he was taking full advantage of my ability to work remotely.
Obediently, I raised my phone and snapped a picture for my dom.
"You've got a long ways to go, buddy," came the reply.
I groaned internally. "Yes, sir," I texted submissively.
This was my first experience with this brand of diapers, and I was amazed at their absorbent capacity. Due to some "smart" comments I had made earlier (well, at least they had seemed clever at the time), I was wearing not one, but two of these monsters between my legs. This by itself wasn't unusual for me, as my previous dom loved putting me in thick diapers with multiple layers. However, this new, younger guy was making me actually *use* them-- and not just a little bit, he wanted them soaked all the way through until I was practically leaking.
"Drink up," he said. "You should be wetting yourself every 10 minutes, if not more often than that. If you can hold it longer than that, you're not drinking enough."
Reluctantly, I took another gulp of water. He had been making me drink nonstop the entire morning, and I felt like I was going to burst. "Look, sir," I said, "I think it's getting pretty full, isn't it?"
"Not even close," responded my dom, and I could imagine him guffawing as I read it. "You'll know you're getting there when your diaper gets so soft and squishy, you can push your hand into it and make a handprint. You're not even halfway there yet."
My embarrassment increased another notch. Wearing diapers was bad enough, but pissing in them, let alone filling them to capacity, was on another level. It seemed that my dom wanted me waddling around with a soggy diaper squishing between my legs, and pissing myself in a diaper during work meetings. I checked the clock-- I had my next meeting coming up in 15 minutes. There was no way I'd be able to hold my bladder for the whole hour-long meeting, so it seemed like he would be getting his wish.
I felt the pressure building again, and since there was no point in holding it, I relaxed and let my piss slowly flow out into the thirsty diaper. It felt like it went on forever. I felt the tapes around my waist tightening ever so slightly, as the diaper eagerly soaked up all of it. The relief of letting go was pleasant, and I found my butt briefly sitting in a warm pool of wetness, before it was all quickly absorbed. I sighed in pleasure. Finally, the flow trickled off, and I felt the tension go out of me. From the outside, nothing had changed, except that my diaper was a little bit heavier, and hugged my crotch a little bit tighter... and felt a little bit squishier.
The bladder urgency had been coming more and more frequently, with the amount of water I was being forced to drink. There really was no reason to hold it, I found myself thinking. I *could* just let go and piss myself every 15 minutes or whatever, like my dom had said... The embarrassment of that thought went through me, and I blushed a little bit. Well, it seemed unlikely that I would make it through the next meeting anyway, so why bother? Mentally I began to steel myself to pee my diaper while on camera with my colleagues from work. I just hoped my facial expressions wouldn't give me away when it inevitably happened.
My phone buzzed again. "A whole glass, bitch," texted my dom. "Take a video of you drinking it, right now, and send it to me as proof."
I pressed my hand to the front of my diaper to test if it was getting soggy enough yet to satisfy him. Inside, I felt the inner layer squishing around my junk, but the second layer was still mostly solid and dense. But it felt so heavy already!
With another groan, I set up my phone camera, poured another glass of water, and began recording.
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