You manage to hide behind the water cooler, waiting for the right time to run when suddenly you see Robert approaching.
You hate to admit it but you have a bit of a crush on Robert, he’s a 30 year old family man who works in the sales team. He plonks his bag down before sighing ‘Little Zack has been sent home from Nursery so I’m having to head home early, had plans to hit the gym
Tonight too’
You notice a strong smell coming from his bag, the zip partly open bag before spotting his gym clothing.
You knew it was dangerous but couldn’t resist, you squeezed through the gap before landing on his vest. The Lycra fabric made it hard to cling onto as you slipped around before finally coming to a stop, you inhaled as you realised you were on one of the arm holes, the essence of sweat coating the fabric.
As hot as the guy was, he did like to wear this top a lot and often just put it back in the bag ready for a new day.
You enjoyed the ride home, ignoring the fact you were now a hide away in a man’s bag. He made a stop before he got back in, you could hear him talking to his son, who just made baby noises back.
You felt the bag lift before being carried up stairs and dumped onto a table. You peeped out, seeing Robert stepping down to his underwear, heading towards the bag ‘ ah Meg is out of town for the night, who cares what I smell like before pulling the best out the bag, sending you flying onto a padded fabric’
You lay mesmerised looking at him struggle to pull the right fabric over his pecs. You zone out imagining being under the top before imagining what was under those Calvin Klein.
THUD!
Your thoughts were interrupted, something had just landed on the cushion supporting your body, as it wriggled around you gulped, You were in his sons nappy.
‘Poor Zacky, have you got a funny tummy’ he said while picking him up, you were unable to move, sandwiched between the fabric and his backside.
You then felt Zack get placed on Roberts knee as he bounced him up and down, rocking back and forth. You would have enjoyed it were you not in the blast zone.
As you lay there you realise Zack was now asleep, you too feel tired start to drift off before feeling a sudden warmth. You feel the walls expanding giving you more room to move, you let out a sigh of relief before realising he’s just released his bladder.
As you look for a sign of escape you hear a rumble, followed by several louder rumbles before an explosion happens. You are knocked flying by a mudslide of baby poo, plastering you on the wall of the nappy before Zack rolls over smushing you into the waste further.
After a couple of minutes of trying to understand the situation. You accept fate, this is going to be the way you die, smushed in a nappy.
Your ears suddenly ring, Zack has started crying and screaming for his dad. He is then picked up and put on the changing table, you see the light open as you swim through the waste, looking up you see…
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