Welldressedtosweat - Unbetitelt

the warehouse

i took a job at a special warehouse. this is the place where they keep all the worst stuff. stuff that will kill you and everyone else instantly if it gets out. at the start of each shift, i file into the locker room with the rest of the warehouse workers. there we strip naked and are fitted with the thick diapers before we don our full body spacesuits. we'll wear these suits for the entire twelve-hour shift. that's assuming the foreman lets us off after twelve hours. sometimes there needs to be overtime. the diapers and air tanks are both good for more than 48 hours. sometimes we can stay sealed up in their suits for days at a time.

once we're sealed up in our suits, the workers head over to the office complex to get the days assignments. the office workers are kept at a safe distance from the warehouse ... they don't have to wear heavy spaesuits all day. the boss lady gives me my assigned tasks. i'm pissing into my diaper already as she speaks to me.

now it's on to the warehouse. we spend the day checking crates. sometimes the crates need to be hosed down with special sealants to keep them contained. there's no breathable air in the warehouse, and it's super cold. if a worker ever unsealed his spacesuit, he'd die quickly.

halfway through the day it's lunchtime. the warehouse workers aren't allowed to remove their spacesuits for any reason, not even meals. we have to stay sealed up in our spacesuits. we can nibble on protien bars in our helmets, and we have a supply of fresh water in our backpacks. still, sometimes it's nice to head over to the caffeteria to be with the normal workers, even if we're not allowed to unseal our spacesuits. first they have to decomtaminate, and then they can take a short break from the warehouse.

after lunch it's time to inspect the new arrivals and move them into position. sometimes by hand, and sometimes with the forklift.

just because you're stuck in a spacesuit doesn't mean you can't have some fun though. sometimes there's time for a trolley race.

wasn't there something on this pallet a few minutes ago?

after lunch i knew right away that i wasn't going to make it to the end of the day without defecating in my suit. i was really hoping i would, but the diaper can handle it anyway. it's well known that when a worker "assumes the position" that he's pooping in his spacesuit. it's not like there's a bathroom stall, so we just squat down whereever we happen to be in the warehouse.

toward the end of the shift it's time to disenfect the loading dock and vehicles that brought the deliveries. not too many workers make it this far in the day with a dry diaper, but the sound of the gushing water and the warm wetness splashing their spacesuits makes even the hardiest worker lose control. as they flood the parking garage with disenfectant, they flood their diapers with warm pee too.

the shift lasts sixteen hours this time. there's an usually long lineup for the showers, so I decide to just clean up at home. i add more pee to my diaper as i ride the bus home. i can't remove the spacesuit without help, but my roommate will be around, and i have some diapers at home so he can help me suit-up in the morning too. i stop at a local grocer and grab some supper from the deli before walking the rest of the way home.

i see my house ahead. it's gonna feel so great to get out of this heavy spacesuit and have a long shower. when i get home though, the house is dark. my roommate isn't home. i can't take this spacesuit off by myself. i'm stuck in this suit until i go back to work tomorrow. i watch some tv. i've long since lost count of how often i've peed into this diaper. i add some more while watching the tv.

it's time for bed. need to get to bed early so i can get up early and get to the warehouse for a fresh diaper before starting my next shift. with nothing else to do i go into the bathroom, but it's kind of pointless. i'm forced to squat down and empty my bowels into my spacesuit again.