“Remote work Bullying : Part 2”
"...and did the customer give a timeline of when they expected that by?" I asked, trying to keep my face neutral.
Discreetly, I checked my watch. My team's zoom meeting had been dragging on for 26 minutes now, and counting. The pain in my bladder was sharp and intense, and I was desperately hoping we would finish soon.
"No, I wasn't able to get a clear response from them," said my colleague. "David said they're trying to have this upgrade released by April, but I was talking to him the other day and apparently they're expecting some delays, because his boss thinks they have some significant defects that need to be worked out before the release their next version, and in terms of prioritization..."
I tried to pay attention to the story about our customer's QA process. Or at least, I tried to look like I wasn't struggling not to piss myself in front of my camera. Part of me was already wondering whether I should just give up, but we were already almost halfway through the scheduled meeting hour. Maybe I could hold it for another half an hour... surely? That couldn't be so hard, could it?
Another spasm of pain went through my lower abdomen. Almost involuntarily, my hand went to my crotch, and pressed against the front of my double diaper, like I was trying to physically hold it in. The diaper bulge was already so huge, surely it must be getting close to capacity? I pressed my hand into the huge thickness and gave it a squeeze. The outer diaper was finally softening up and getting a bit of squishiness, like my dom had said he wanted, but it was clearly nowhere near its limit yet.
Frustrated, I turned my attention back to the meeting as best as I could.
"...then just two days ago, he called me up again, and he said that the cooling fans weren't able to handle the excess load, and that they probably were going to miss the deadline... and even worse, it sounds like when it's left idle for more than half an hour, there's a buildup of water in the system, and it gets discharged after you turn it off, and you get a puddle of water at the bottom! He said that they don't really know what to do about that, yet..." he droned on and on.
A buildup of water in the system, indeed! I shook my head to myself, trying to distract myself from the pressure in my bladder. I didn't need to be thinking about water or puddles right now.
My already weak focus was shattered completely by my phone buzzing again. "Another glass of water," said the text message from my dom, followed by a laughing emoji. "Keep that wetting going, you'll get there eventually"
As innocuously as I could, I picked up my phone and quickly typed, "I'm in a meeting right now. I don't want to piss myself in fromt of my co-workers."
"WTF," came the angry reply. "I told you to wet yourself every 10 minutes, I don't care what you're doing!"
I tried to focus on the meeting. My teammate was waiting for a response from me. "Yeah, that doesn't sound great," I floundered, trying to think of something relevant to say. "Do you think we should aim for April anyway, or--"
My phone buzzed again, cutting off my train of thought. "Pee your diaper, right the fuck now," my dom ordered. "Pee your diaper, or else I'll fucking send those pics to everyone. Your choice, B*ITCH."
A surge of helplessness went through me. "Yes, sir," I typed back.
John? Did you hear me?" I heard suddenly, bringing me back to reality in a panic. I was still wetting myself. Frantically I tried to remember what I had been asked.
"Sorry, what was that?" I squeaked, embarrassment flooding into my face. Even through my camera, I could see I had gone bright red.
"I said, did you finish the report on our phase 2 rollout yet?" repeated my colleague.
"Oh... umm, uhh... I, uh," I stammered, still soaking my diaper. "Uh, no, I uh, no, I haven't finished it yet. Um, there's, uh, there's still something I'm waiting on from uh, from compliance, before I uh, before I do that. I mean, it's almost finished, but compliance has to, uh, sign off. So yeah, it's basically done, um, I can send you it after we're done here, if you want..."
I desperately tried to form a coherent answer as I pissed my diaper. The feeling of it flowing around my crotch prevented me from speaking in full sentences. Finally it slowed and stopped, leaving me feeling incredibly humiliated as I realized what I had just done. A few of my teammates gave me a strange look, but the discussion had moved on to other topics, and I sat there with my cheeks flushed and a thick heavy warmth between my legs.
Fifteen minutes later, it happened again. I had to go again, and I thought to myself, what the hell-- I already peed in a diaper while on camera with my co-workers. Who cares if I do it again? And so I did. The feeling of wetting was starting to become automatic; my diaper was so thick and heavy, I could barely even feel myself wetting at this point.
Once again luck was not with me; just as I started to wet, I was asked another question. I tried to keep my voice steady as I peed and answered simultaneously. My voice wavered a bit at the start, but I turned it into a throat clearing, and continued as evenly as I could. Probably nobody noticed, I reassured myself. Everybody tunes out a bit at meetings sometimes, don't they?
Finally the meeting wrapped up. I clicked to close the video chat window and stand up... and missed, pressing "minimize". I quickly sat back down, horrified at the idea that I almost just flashed my soaked double diaper to my whole team. Carefully, I pressed "close", then stood up to examine my diaper. It was sagging heavily around my waist, and the tapes were straining to keep the squishy padding wrapped tightly around my junk.
My phone buzzed with another message from my dom. "Diaper check, diaper F*GGOT", it said.
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