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Why don’t you ask Skinner to change your diaper? The voice was back. He tried to ignore it and focus on the meeting, but the voice was insistent. You’d like someone to change your diaper for you, wouldn’t you? Mulder mentally told the voice to shut up. Six heads other than his own swiveled to look strangely at him and he froze.“Is there something you have against Agent Simmonds’s assessment report?” asked Skinner in a low voice. Mulder leaned forward over the table and smoothed his tie with one hand as he realized he must have spoken out loud the words he was telling the voice.“N-No.” Mulder shook his head. “I’m sorry, please continue,” he said quietly. Simmonds cast a nervous glance at Skinner and Skinner leaned back in his chair, one hand tapping his pen against the conference table.“On second thought, I think we’re done here, Simmonds. Thank you for your report,” said Skinner. Agent Simmonds nodded. Scully stared at Mulder and, as Skinner dismissed the rest of the meeting, she leaned in and asked in a whisper if he was okay.He didn’t look at her as he replied with an automatic, “I’m fine, Scully.”“Why did you tell Agent Simmonds to shut up?” she inquired.Mulder raised his head and turned toward her, still not meeting her eyes. Tell her you want her to change your diaper. Tell her you’re a messy boy who has just gone potty in his diaper. Mulder swallowed against the urge to do as the voice said and answered, “I wasn’t telling him to shut up. I…” He was about to say that he was half asleep because he hadn’t had a good night’s rest and must have just blurted out something without thinking, but Skinner interrupted.“Agent Scully, if you’ll please give me and Agent Mulder a few moments alone,” he said. She looked up at him and nodded then glanced worriedly at Mulder again before getting up and heading for the door. Skinner watched Mulder watch her go. Once the door was shut behind her, Skinner resumed his seat at the head of the conference table.Isn’t he big and strong? I bet he could easily wrestle that wet diaper off of you and put you in a new one before you had a chance to blink, whispered the voice. Mulder had to suppress a moan at the images it conjured for him. It was bad enough that he was addicted to wearing the seemingly enchanted diapers that wouldn’t come off no matter how he tried until they deemed themselves full enough. It was bad enough that he had to wear them to work and out in the field. He didn’t need to be sexualizing everyone he spoke with in a day in relation to who would best be able and most willing to change his dirty diapers for him.“Agent Mulder?” asked Skinner, snapping Mulder out of his trance.“I’m sorry, sir,” Mulder launched into an apology. “I’m just tired and didn’t know what I was saying. It won’t happen again.”Skinner didn’t say anything to this. He looked down at some papers on the conference table and then back at Mulder. “Are you sure there isn’t something you’d like to get off your chest?” he asked.TELL HIM! Beg him to change your diaper. Mulder squirmed. Urine leaked from his penis into the thick, padded diaper under his pants. He’d been sure to wear his tightest pair of boxer briefs over it to hide the crinkle and the bulge, but it seemed to him very obvious he was wearing an enormous diaper around his ass. No one, so far, not even Scully, had seemed to notice, though, and he’d been wearing them to work for a whole week.Seemingly of their own volition, Mulder’s hands reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small business card. He placed it on the conference table and slid it across the glossy surface toward Skinner who picked it up and read the website and advertizing line in the center. “I received that card with a package of two adult diapers outside my apartment less than a week ago. I tried one on and now I can’t stop wearing them,” Mulder blurted, his face turning bright red. He ducked his head. “They feel so good when I’m wearing them that I get anxious if I don’t. They arouse me, too. The tricky part is that they don’t come off. I-I mean I can’t take them off until they’re completely full.”“And you think this is an X-File?” asked Skinner, not even batting an eye. Mulder’s head shot up. His jaw flapped.“You don’t?” asked Mulder dubiously. Skinner set the business card aside with a shrug of one shoulder.“Diaper fetishism is a thing,” he said calmly.“But I’m not… I mean I don’t… The diapers did this to me! I wasn’t like this before I tried them on!” said Mulder, his voice rising.“Are you sure?”Mulder sat there, sputtering. Skinner glanced down, his eyes aiming at Mulder’s waistline below the conference table. Then he looked up again into Mulder’s pleading eyes.“You say the diapers don’t come off unless they deem themselves full. Have you tried asking someone else to remove them for you?”“Are you kidding? Who the hell would I ask that?!”Skinner again gave an unconcerned shrug. “Agent Scully, perhaps…?”Mulder scoffed and put one elbow on the table, his hand going to his mouth. The thought had occurred to him and so had the thought of asking Skinner. But they weren’t his thoughts.“There’s this… voice that encourages me to wear and use the diapers. It encourages me to seek out someone to change them for me,” said Mulder in monotone. “I noticed it from the very beginning when I first tried one on.”Skinner nodded and picked up the business card again, studying the inscription and web address. Finally, he set it down and slid it back to Mulder who tentatively picked it up and put it back in his pocket. “Let me ask you, Agent Mulder, if you did have someone willing to change your diapers for you, would you want to continue wearing them?”“I’d continue regardless,” said Mulder. “I can’t help it. It’s a compulsion. They feel…”Mulder paused and Skinner waited.“They feel amazing,” whispered Mulder with awe. “They’re bulky, thick. The padding is so comfortable. It feels good against my skin. And when I wet or mess, the feeling is practically… Oh my god, I shouldn’t be telling you all this.” Mulder bent forward and put his head in his hands. After a moment of silence, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up.“Is your diaper full now?” asked Skinner, his brown eyes piercing Mulder with an intensity that Mulder had heretofore not experienced from him or anyone. He shuddered and shook his head once. “Did you bring a change with you to work?” Mulder nodded. “Go and get it and bring it back here.”“Sir?” Mulder asked, confused. He wants to change your diaper for you. “Y-You can’t. Not here. Not…”“Agent Mulder,” Skinner broke through Mulder’s incoherent protest. “Go and get a clean diaper and bring it back up here.”Mulder hesitated only a fraction of a second before nodding, saying, “Yes, sir,” and getting up to go do as Skinner had told him. His travel to and from his basement office was like a dream sequence. He went down there on automatic, picked up the diaper bag he had gotten for himself from beside his desk, told a questioning Scully that he’d be back down in a little bit, and then took the elevator back up to the fifth floor. Skinner was waiting. He gestured Mulder inside his office, told his secretary he didn’t want to be disturbed, and then shut and locked the door.“I have it here, sir,” said Mulder quietly and patted the bag over his shoulder.“Set it on the table,” instructed Skinner and Mulder did as he’d been asked. Skinner walked over to the bag, opened it, and examined its contents. Inside were some plastic bags for disposal, some barrier cream, some latex gloves, some wet wipes, and three large adult diapers in frosty white. His fingers lingered over the diapers, caressing the smooth plastic. He looked sideways at Mulder and asked, “Are these the only diapers you’ve tried, no other brands?”Mulder fidgeted and blinked. It hadn’t occurred to him to try any other diaper brands. He had only wanted the ones advertized on the paddednpersonal website. He shook his head. Skinner nodded and looked down at the diapers again. He slid one out of the bag and looked at the rectangular, folded shape then he looked at Mulder again and said, “I’m going to change your diaper, Agent Mulder. We’ll start with this brand, but I want you to try other brands. We need to see if you have the same problem with those that you do with these.” He held up the diaper. Butterflies collected and flapped their wings rapidly inside Mulder’s stomach. Skinner was going to change him here, now?Despite his trepidation, Mulder found himself taking off his suit jacket and beginning to undo his pants. His hands shook so much on his belt buckle that Skinner set aside the diaper and helped him unbuckle and unzip. Mulder hooked his thumbs in his pants and underpants, took a deep breath, and pulled them down to his ankles then righted himself and waited.Skinner’s eyes combed him from head to toe and then fixated on the covered mound of his padded genitals. Mulder felt his cock start to rise.“On the conference table,” said Skinner huskily and Mulder shuffled over to it, hopped on, and lay back, one arm under his head for a cushion. He nearly jumped when Skinner put a hand on either side of his hips. “Sh, easy. I’m not going to do anything just yet,” crooned Skinner and Mulder immediately relaxed. Skinner’s hands stayed on his hips, splayed out nicely against the white plastic that wrapped around them. Skinner examined the tabs of the diaper and the way it made Mulder’s crotch bulge. Mulder exhaled sharply when the tips of Skinner’s fingers touched down in the center of the padding and pressed lightly. “You are wet,” he observed.“A little. I put a clean diaper on just before I left for work,” explained Mulder. “Haven’t had a chance to piss much but…”“But?” Skinner’s eyes met his and Mulder looked down, embarrassed.“I’m finding it harder and harder to maintain control,” Mulder admitted. “I’ve been diapered for a week in these things and… it’s changing me, if you’ll pardon the pun.”Skinner’s whole hand lowered, resting against Mulder’s diapered crotch and Mulder let out a soft grunt.“Changing you how?” queried Skinner. He palpated Mulder through the diaper and Mulder’s hips shot up, pressing his cock, which was now rock hard but bound by the diaper, into the stimulation.“Oh! Mm, sir!” gasped Mulder but Skinner repeated his question and Mulder had to think. What were they talking about? Oh yeah. “I think the diapers are m-making me incontinent,” breathed Mulder and Skinner shifted his hand, rubbing Mulder’s erection rhythmically. Mulder put his head back on the table and made needy little noises in the back of his throat.“You piss and shit uncontrollably?” asked Skinner, his voice deepening.“Yes!” Mulder writhed on the table. “Well, n-not entirely. I can hold it when I really concentrate but…”“Then we’ll just have to change that, won’t we?” asked Skinner and Mulder looked at the man who was massaging his cock through his thick, moist diaper.“You’ll help me get control back?” whispered Mulder.Skinner shook his head. “No. I’m going to help you lose all control,” he answered and, to Mulder’s shock, easily ripped open one of the diaper tapes. “You see, Agent Mulder,” Skinner continued as Mulder’s mouth hung open in surprise and wonder. “I’ve always had a diaper fetish.” He popped another tape. The sound was loud in Skinner’s office. Mulder whimpered. “There’s nothing I love more than seeing someone in a big, bulky diaper.” He tore another tape open. “There’s nothing I love more… than changing a big, messy boy or girl out of their big, messy diaper.” Skinner removed the last tape and peeled the used diaper away from Mulder’s crotch. A groan of epic proportions left Mulder’s throat as his cock sprang free and pointed toward his belly. “And you,” continued Skinner as he wrapped one of his large hands around Mulder’s velvet shaft and gave it a couple of strokes, “are going to be my good, or naughty, diapered boy. Aren’t you, Agent Mulder?”Mulder was struggling not to scream, to shout down the whole fifth and six floors onto their heads. He bit on his fingers to muffle the sounds of arousal that tried to pour from him. Skinner watched Mulder’s suffering even while making it more difficult for Mulder to stay silent. Mulder ended up biting on his own tie to keep from hollering as he shot a huge load onto his stomach and chest, his spunk leaving a wet trail over his shirt. Skinner squeezed the last drops out of him as he bucked on the table and then lay still. After a moment, Skinner let go. Mulder stared at the ceiling tiles, trying to process what had just happened. He heard the snap of latex gloves and then Skinner was telling him to lift his hips. Mulder obeyed. The dirty diaper slid out from under him. Skinner unfolded a clean one and slipped it under Mulder’s butt, wiped him down with a few wet wipes from his diaper bag, then squirted out a little barrier cream onto his gloved hands and spread it around before applying it all over Mulder’s ass, crotch, and the join between Mulder’s thighs.A sigh of relief exited Mulder as Skinner brought the front of the diaper up between his legs, positioned it just so, and fastened the tapes. Skinner gently patted his diapered crotch and told him to get up, put his pants back on, and clean himself up. Mulder used some more wet wipes to try to get the cum stain off his shirt. He decided it would be best if he just kept his suit jacket on and buttoned over it. Skinner, meanwhile, removed the soiled gloves, wrapped those and the used wipes in the wet diaper and balled it all up, putting it in one of the disposal bags Mulder had brought. He put the used diaper in the trash in the private bathroom adjoining his office and returned to stand in front of Mulder who was just finishing straightening his clothing and hair.Skinner’s left hand gravitated toward Mulder’s padded ass and Mulder stiffened briefly before relaxing, letting out a breath, and moving closer. He looked at Skinner who studied him. “Come see me when you need your diaper changed,” said Skinner.“That won’t always work,” said Mulder. Skinner squeezed his ass lightly and his diaper crinkled.“True, but I want to see how you’re getting on with your un-potty training,” replied Skinner and Mulder sucked in a breath. The idea was so erotic. He couldn’t help feeling a stirring of arousal at the thought of not being able to hold his urine or feces. What’s more, he couldn’t help feeling a huge leap of arousal at the thought of his boss not only knowing about it but approving it and encouraging it because he, too, had certain desires. Skinner’s hand released Mulder’s butt with a gentle pat. “Go ahead and pack up your diaper bag. You can go,” said Skinner warmly. Mulder nodded and turned to the conference table where his diaper bag waited. The moment his back was turned, Skinner pressed up against him and pinned him in place with a hand on either side of him, palms flat on the table. Skinner rubbed his face against the side of Mulder’s and murmured in his ear, “Don’t hold back, Agent Mulder. I want to see that diaper full next time you come to me to have it changed.” Mulder felt the thick outline of Skinner’s cock pressing against his buttock and he suppressed a moan. “Understand?”“Yes,” Mulder whispered and Skinner left him to finish packing up his bag. Skinner sat back in his executive chair as Mulder hurriedly packed. Mulder stole covert glances at him and saw that Skinner’s cock bulged obscenely in his navy blue trousers. The man’s large hand framed his cock and he adjusted his balls as he watched a freshly diapered Mulder fiddle with the straps on his bag. Mulder cleared his throat and said a quick, “Thank you, sir,” before heading to the door.“Agent Mulder?” said Skinner just as Mulder was turning the knob.Mulder turned back to look at him. “Yes, sir?”“Try other brands. I think you’ll find some out there that are a lot thicker, a lot more absorbent for your new needs,” said Skinner.“I will, sir,” said Mulder with a grin. Skinner’s own parting smile gave Mulder the butterflies again. Could he? Should they?“Where the hell were you?” Scully demanded as he walked with a distinct diaper rustle through their basement office door.“Skinner was just changing my diaper for me,” said Mulder casually and slung his diaper bag down on the floor by his desk. He sat in his chair, his diaper making a loud, poofy crinkle, and looked up at his partner. She gaped at him, blinked a couple of times, muttered, “Oookay, I don’t wanna know,” and went back to work.Mulder smiled.