"YO JACK!!!" one of your co-workers barges in and instinctively you stand straight as a board accidently throwing the remote as you try and hide it "Whoa what's that butter fingers?" asked your coworker Damian, realizing what you did you quickly ran to the remote, soon horrified by the state of the device. Wither through your strength or its fragility the remote had been damaged, a glowing crack shown on its left side, when the remote suddenly sparked with energy scrambling the buttons into illegible geberish.
A slow horror filled your mind as you realized that you might be stuck in this diapered hell "No, no, nonononONONONO..." panic gripping your mind you started pressing the buttons randomly and repeatedly, each press scrambling the buttons again and again. Stress and panic fully replacing sense and logic your brought nearly to tears when suddenly the forgotten Damian places his hand on your diapered rump "There, there Jacky, its okay, its okay." he said as he rubbed you rear, rocking you back and forth as he put your pacifier in your mouth.
Bit by bit the rocking and your paci calmed you down, relaxing you mind and body so much so you began to soil yourself, logs of shit filled your diaper accompanied by a steady stream of urine 'I always feel better after a soiling.' you thought to yourself "Better?" Damian asked as he helped you stand up "Yeah, thanks babe." you said removing the pacifier and kissing your boyfriend, tongues dancing against each other as the two of you rubbed your hands against the others diaper crotch.
You could feel your lovers cunt through the diaper as it slowly grew wit when Damian parted away to ask "Hey, what were you so stressed over?" concern clear on his face even as he filled his padded butt "Oh yeah, this remote changes stuff and I was trying to make things normal again." you replied "Whoa really?" Damian responded not a hint of distrust for your words, "So what's it change?" he asked with excitement "Yeah it changes... um it..." no matter how hard you tried you couldn't remember what the remote changed, or what you changed.
You and your cuntboy boyfriend are dressed in soiled diapers and sleeveless besparkled black vests and red bow ties, working at a stripe club catering to the diaper wearing majority rather than something niche like the punk-diaper scene or nudism. No matter how hard you thought about it its just all normal, things have always been this way "I don't know. I think I changed something but... I can't remember." "Oh..." Damian replied slightly deflated "Maybe you just thought you changed things when you got a magic remote." 'That makes sense.' you thought when something else occurred to you.
"Hey, Babe its not time for your break right? What're you doing here?" You asked "Oh yeah, listen Jakob went into labor before getting to work so boss was hoping you could fill in." Damian answered "Really? I've barely started my break." you whined "Yeah but you love the stage." Damian replied "And he said he'd let you go home early." he added "What's the point if I don't get to stuff that cunt of yours when I get back home." you responded "Oh I'm sure you could think of someway to have fun without me for half an hour. Plus he really needs this."
"Yeah okay I'll do it. On one condition..." you answered cock growing hard as a lewd smile spread upon "Since I need to change my diapy, I'm gonna need you to wear it for me." An equally lewd expression on his face Damian proclaimed "Yes sir." as he slowly lowered the formerly white garment "Come on baby, I need a new diap and yours looks pretty good." he added. It wasn't long before you were similarly stripped, hard cock and filthy ass fully exposed to the world, unashamed. Stepping out of your soiled diaper and passing it to Damian who slowly, sensuously placed the filthy garments onto his similarly filthy butt.
Stepping over to your lover and mashing the front "Make sure to stay in sight while I'm up on stage." you stated as you began prepping for the stage. Damian helped, whipping your ass clean, powder, and finally a new white diaper graced your ass, destined to be soiled in front of a crowed of horny diapered patrons as you dance on a pole. "Your going to look great." Damian stated as he kissed you. Parting briefly you stated "I'll make sure to give you something back home. Until then..." leaving for the stage, forgetting the remote entirely.