By morning, the haze of those digital confessions lingered like a drug, propelling Alex back to the office in a fog of anticipation and dread. Seated in the conference room, the cool leather chair pressed against his diaper, he struggled to focus on the project update, his mind fixated on the subtle warmth building between his legs. Then it happened—a sudden, uncontrollable surge, his weakened sphincter betraying him mid-sentence, a hot rush soaking the padding as his cock twitched in humiliated ecstasy. The room's sterile air carried the faint, unmistakable scent of his accident, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, the erotic thrill of exposure clashing with the flush of shame across his skin. Mike's eyes narrowed from across the table, his straightforward gaze cutting through the pretense, but Alex forced a nod, pretending to engage while secretly reveling in the slick, clinging mess that symbolized his unraveling.

As the meeting adjourned, Mike pulled him aside, his voice a mix of concern and frustration. "Alex, you're missing deadlines left and right—your code's slipping, man. Get it together, or we might have to talk about formal warnings." The words hit like a cold wave, yet beneath his feigned apology, Alex felt a perverse thrill, his incontinence progressing just as he'd craved, turning even this confrontation into fuel for his obsession. Back at his desk, he adjusted the diaper discreetly, the wet heat a constant, intoxicating reminder of the path he was hurtling down, consequences be damned.

As Alex sat at his desk, the wet heat from the diaper pressed insistently against his skin, a slick, warm reminder that refused to fade, his cock twitching faintly within the sodden confines as another involuntary trickle escaped, seeping through the already saturated padding and sending a shiver of illicit pleasure up his spine. The sensation was maddeningly erotic—the hot, uncontrolled flow caressing his sensitive flesh, each drop a testament to the catheter's lingering effects, weakening his body in ways that made his breath catch and his pulse quicken. Unable to resist, he minimized his work window and reopened the forum on his laptop, the screen illuminating his flushed face as he scrolled through the explicit posts, his free hand subtly adjusting the diaper to feel the full weight of his mess. Messages poured in from his online companions, their words like fuel to his fire: "Let it leak freely, embrace the rush as it claims you," one wrote, describing their own catheter-induced surrenders with graphic detail, evoking images of straining cocks and overflowing diapers that mirrored his reality. Alex typed back frantically, his arousal building as he confessed the fresh leak at work, the thrill of potential exposure heightening his desire, his fingers brushing against the hard outline of his erection through his pants as he lost himself in the virtual encouragement, the office's hum fading into a distant blur.

The digital escape only deepened his haze, but it couldn't shield him from the mounting pressures of his professional life; as the afternoon wore on, another wave of warmth flooded his diaper mid-email, the unmistakable crinkle and shift drawing a suppressed groan from his lips, his body betraying him in the most humiliating way. He shifted in his chair, the wet padding clinging to his thighs and groin, the scent subtly permeating the air around him, a constant erotic undercurrent that made his cock throb with a mix of shame and ecstasy. It was then that Mike appeared at his cubicle, his expression stern and unyielding, the pragmatic supervisor crossing his arms as he leaned in. "Alex, we need to talk—now," Mike said, his voice low but firm, guiding him to a private office where the door clicked shut, amplifying the isolation. Seated across from him, Mike laid out the facts: missed deadlines, sloppy code, and now this apparent distraction that was tanking his performance. "I'm putting you on a formal warning," Mike continued, his eyes searching Alex's face for some sign of remorse, but all Alex could focus on was the persistent leak, the warm trickle teasing his senses, turning the reprimand into an unintended aphrodisiac. The words hit hard, a cold slap of reality against his fevered obsession, yet beneath it all, a perverse thrill coursed through him, his incontinence advancing as desired, even as Mike's concern hinted at the unraveling web of consequences he was weaving.

Yet beneath it all, a perverse thrill coursed through him, his incontinence advancing as desired, even as Mike's concern hinted at the unraveling web of consequences he was weaving. Seated in that sterile office, the pressure in his lower abdomen built relentlessly, the catheter's lingering aftereffects turning every breath into a teasing prelude to surrender; suddenly, without warning, another warm rush breached the weakened barrier, spilling out in a slow, unstoppable flow that soaked through the already strained diaper and seeped into the fabric of his pants, a hot, sticky betrayal that spread across his thighs like liquid fire. Alex gripped the edge of the chair, his knuckles whitening as the sensation overwhelmed him—the slick heat caressing his cock, which throbbed against the drenched padding, every pulse of arousal amplified by the humiliation of the moment, the faint crinkle and squelch audible only to his own ears, yet imagining Mike's unknowing gaze on him made his breath hitch in a mix of terror and ecstasy, the scent of his accident mingling with the room's recycled air, a secret symphony of defeat that left him lightheaded and yearning for more.

As the leak subsided into a persistent, damp cling that chilled his skin in the air-conditioned office, Alex forced himself to nod along to Mike's final words of caution, his mind fracturing between the professional fallout and the intoxicating rush of his body's rebellion; his cock, still half-erect and pulsing with residual pleasure, strained against the wet confines, each subtle shift in his seat sending jolts of erotic friction through his groin, a reminder that this wasn't just a setback—it was progress, a step deeper into the abyss he'd chosen. Mike's voice faded into the background as Alex envisioned the online forum's encouragements echoing in his thoughts, urging him to embrace the chaos, but the weight of the warning gnawed at him, planting seeds of doubt that twisted his triumph into a darker shade of isolation. With a muttered excuse, he escaped the office, the sodden diaper chafing against his skin with every step, driving him toward the promise of solitude where he could indulge further, perhaps contacting Dr. Reyes under some fabricated pretense, his obsession pulling him inexorably toward the next chapter of irreversible surrender.

By the time he reached his car, the day's events had solidified into a burning resolve, the leaked mess a tangible marker of his transformation, yet the road ahead loomed with unspoken dangers—conversations with the empathetic Dr. Reyes that might unravel his lies, or deeper dives into the online shadows that fed his cravings. As the engine roared to life, Alex's hand drifted to his lap, tracing the outline of his still-sensitive cock through the damp fabric, the thrill of his leaking body igniting a fresh wave of desire that blurred the line between freedom and folly, propelling him homeward where the next experiment awaited, a siren call he could no longer ignore.

Permanent Surrender