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It's your first day at this branch of the coffee shop; you just transferred here from uptown. As you arrive you're introduced to Robin, the girl you'll be sharing your shift with. She seems nice. Redhead, cute dimples, seems kinda distracted by something but it's a busy morning so you don't sweat it.
About an hour goes by and you're in the swing of it. You're making drinks whilst she takes orders and serves people. Time is going by fast.
You ask her what the next order is, but she doesn't respond. You step closer and see she's stood at the register with her eyes scrunched closed, gripping the counter. Is she hurt? After a second she breathes out and regains her composure, telling you the order and carrying on like nothing happened. Weird, but you move past it.
As the morning rush dies down the shop gets quieter. Whilst Robin cleans the nozzles of the coffee machine, you notice a curious crinkle coming from her, like she has a candy bar wrapper in her pocket. You make small talk, and as she's telling you that she's worked here almost a year, her eyes roll back in her head. She pants for a moment but just like before she quickly snaps back to normal. You give her a quizzical look but she just shrugs it off with a smirk and goes over to serve a customer.
There's a funny smell behind the counter, and it's not the coffee. Every time your coworker walks past, you get a waft of a kind of natural musty smell that you can't put your finger on. It must be some strange natural perfume.
A bit later, you go for a bathroom break and when you get back, you tell Robin that you can man the register if she needs to go too. She chuckles and says she doesn't need to use the bathroom. You could have sworn she'd had two large iced lattes.
You're about to take your lunch break when you hear the redhead gasp loudly. You spin around quickly, expecting to see that she's spilled a drink but instead see her biting her lip, rocking her hips back and forth against nothing. What is going on?! You take her into the storage closet and ask her to explain.
She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and tells you almost dismissively that she's prone to accidental orgasms. She explains she's cum three times already on shift this morning and chuckles as she tells you she's surprised you hadn't noticed. Pulling her apron back, she undoes her pants and shows you that she is wearing an adult diaper. You stare in stunned silence at the sodden padding between her legs as she elaborates on how it's just the most convenient way to soak up multiple thick uncontrollable cumshots, and that by nonchalantly orgasming into her diaper she can go about her work day without interruptions. You can tell that her flippant attitude is masking a twinge of embarrassment.
As she pulls her pants back up, she insists that her diapers are only for her cum. She doesn't pee in them - that's just gross. Judging by how wet the pamp between her legs looked, you suspect she had already broken her rule that morning.
Now that you know her secret, it seems so obvious. You wonder how you had failed to notice the thick and crinkly plastic underwear that is now blatantly hugging her butt beneath her uniform.
When you get back from your break, you catch her sat at the register. With her eyes closed, the girls seems miles away until you realise her expression is one of deep focus. Shocked, you notice she has one hand stuffed down the front of her pamp, and she is stroking herself under the counter. You are in awe of how close she's coming to exposing her embarrassing secret to the whole coffee shop, and how little she seems to care. If you didn't know you were watching her climax, you wouldn't be able to tell - she just shudders ever so slightly and pulls her hand back out of her pants. You wonder how often this must happen for her to have gotten so good at slyly nutting in such a public place.
You are hyper aware of her every movement for the rest of the shift. During the five o clock rush, you see her stance widen ever so slightly and she buckles her knees as she takes a man's order. You are sure she must be peeing herself. It's been nearly seven hours and she hasn't been to the bathroom once. Plus, she unmistakably smells of pee and cum. You should find it gross, and yet...
The end of the day rolls around and you begin to close up. You stack chairs whilst Robin unloads the dishwasher. Curiosity getting the better of you, you ask her how many orgasms she had whilst at work today. She blushes a little but tells you straight up: shes cum six times. You're a little surprised as that's more than you expected, but she shrugs saying that's less than average. She seems open to answering questions, so you ask how it feels to cum in a diaper and how many accidents it can hold. Grinning, she tells you that pumping cum into a diaper whilst being as nonchalant about it as possible really gets her off, and walking around with multiple loads coating her crotch whilst no one else knows about it is one of the biggest thrills she can imagine. You can tell she's getting worked up, and as she continues to rave about her cummy pampers, she buckles over, moaning loudly and instinctually humping at the floor. It's the biggest, or at least most obvious, involuntary orgasm you've seen her have. She shoots yet another load and now you can see how much she's been hiding her pleasure every other time. She basks in this one, panting and groaning on the tiles as the last waves of pleasure pass. Looking up at you with her hair messed up, she answers your second question about how many accidents her diaper can hold: this one is full.
With the shutters up, no one can see into the shop. The cummy girl pulls off her pants and apron and lays on a table. Standing over her, you behold her spread legs and the pamp that sags between them. The smell is strong. Robin is blushing. You reach down and undo the top tapes, then the bottom tapes. You open her diaper. Strings of cum pull from crotch to diaper like cheese on a pizza. The amount is astounding; her whole front is glazed with semen which even now is trickling from her semi-hard cock onto her smooth thighs.
'I thought you didn't pee yourself?' you ask her as you observe the obvious yellow stain on the inside of the pamp. She hastily and defensively explains that it was a busy shift, and that her diaper is just sooo convenient. You don't mind at all, what's a little piss on top of all this cum? She must have been relieved to hear that, as she breathes out and almost immediately begins peeing. Warm golden nectar flows from her dick and into the saturated diaper she's laying on. She mumbles about how good it feels to let go as her urine pools on the padding around her butt cheeks before absorbing in.
Bladder now empty, the naked redhead lifts her legs and you watch as trickles of cum glaze over her balls down to her crack and into her little pink butthole, which she presents to you delicately. Not even thinking, you bury your face into it. Your nose squishes into her glossy taint as you lap the cum from the girls puckered hole. She groans loud and grabs you by the hair, forcing you deeper into her musty crack. She reeks of sweat and piss and semen, a mixture you lap up as your tongue explores deep into her ass.
She's growling as you start jerking her off, still licking her hole. You try to stroke her slowly but she pumps her cock into your hand eagerly and quickly, rutting back and forth using her thick glazing of cum for lube.
'Can I fuck you?' She asks in a needy whine, and before you know it your pants are off and you're sat on top of the pissy cum girl, sinking down onto her insatiable cock. She pounds into you urgently, in a frenzy. You feel her stretching you out as she desperately uses you to get off. After only a few seconds she's writhing and shaking, face scrunched as you feel her unleash a fresh, hot load inside you. Her buckling hips make sure the cum coats your insides nice and deep. You both pant and moan as you recovers. Still inside you, Robin's dick twitches as she tells you that was such a big load that she won't need to cum again for hours!
You both get properly cleaned up, and you help her to put her change of diaper. She doesn't bother pulling her pants back over the top, explaining that she's not embarrassed if people see her wearing an adult diaper, just so long as its clean. You wonder how long it'll stay clean for, and smirk to yourself. Before she leaves, she asks you not to tell anyone that she wet herself today. You agree, but wonder why she seems so much more so concerned about people knowing she had a little wet pants accident than knowing that she had half a dozen accidental orgasms. Regardless, she's happy you agree, and kisses you on the cheek before skipping out the door in her t shirt and diaper. 'I'll see you at 9am,' she says, and tells you that tomorrow the two of you can try and double her number of orgasms!