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... they went down to breakfast, making plans for futher hot sessions and adventures in their dazzling shiny gear.

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As Josh's obedience settles, his dietary requirements are shifted. I've posted a new chapter @ https://subscribestar.art/posts/2519895 Here's a short preview: Daddy immediately scheduled two bottles to my calendar each day; for breakfast and lunch. I recoiled at the idea, but I came around to the thought of replacing some indulgent habits with lower calories and better nutrition. Knowing that any gaps in diaper usage would be highlighted, I didn’t feel like I had a choice anyway. At first, I thought I was right see this as an ‘upgrade’ to the fibre supplements. The drinks were unappealing with water, but went down easier with milk (at Daddy’s suggestion for my first breakfast). I drank two scoops of the powder easily in the morning, as an efficient breakfast before travelling to the office. Daddy’s insistence on it being for breakfast and lunch was tougher, however, as by the afternoon my body was feeling robbed of solid food and aching for something else. I hadn’t misjudged the calories, but a liquid-only diet proved to be a shock that wasn’t convincing my stomach I was eating, and I vowed to bring something else to bite down on the next day. By home time my stomach must have been affected in ways I never knew; I was ready and eager to push into my diaper moments after crossing the doorway. A full-seated diaper that Daddy praised, and then delayed me changing until closer to bedtime. For the only real meal of my day, I was cooking while standing around in a dirty diaper, and accepting the gross sensation of sitting down to eat. For the second day, I’d learned my lessons and brought snacks with me to the office. I hadn’t been told that I couldn’t eat alongside of it, and I felt a small relief that despite specifying the powder, they literally couldn’t track what food I put into my body. Like with the fibre, it would surely be happy so long as I was using my diapers regularly. As it turned out, the additional snacks didn’t matter. The effects of several scoops each day, combined with a liquidised intake, struck fast. Despite not using a toilet since the beta program had started, I had retained what felt like full control of my body. This diet made me think otherwise when the urges to poop came faster, and stronger than any other urges in a long time. Hurrying to the bathroom at the office to fill my diaper was embarrassing enough once, but it soon became a daily occurrence that first week with the new plan. My manager knowing that I wore diapers was the icing on the cake for this humiliation. He couldn’t know what exactly I needed to do, but the aching of my sphincter made me paranoid, which made me blush while quietly exiting the room with my change bag. My diaper usage was starting to feel unpredictable now, made me hope this would settle once my body adjusted to the new diet. I was barely locking the bathroom door before squatting and releasing, and the thought of this striking at a more inopportune time sent fear through me. I worried if nowhere was truly safe for me now, and before I could clean up I felt myself get hard as I pulled open the tapes of another ruined work-diaper.