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  1. Chapter 14 Office Pet After Arya had decided to command Kaz to strike several more poses for her to photograph, she had sent him home with a brief wave of her hand saying. “Alright, that’s enough now. You can go home now.” Kazard had had difficulty climbing into the driver’s seat of his car with the now exaggerated size of his pants seat clinging to his waist. He had sat down gingerly, wincing instinctively as the marshmallow mess spread throughout his diaper as he put weight on it. The drive home was done in complete silence, he felt were he to move to turn on the radio he would disrupt some hidden entity hanging in the air. Kazard had turned into his driveway, glumly slammed the front door of his house shut behind him, and was halfway through his automatic undressing and showering regime when the tapes to his diaper refused to come off. Right… I already took them off today… Resigned to the fact that he would have to endure the sticky, marshmallow covered behind until shower time tomorrow during which it would most likely be an absurd pain to scrub out, Kazard had collapsed onto his bed. It took several hours before he was able to properly fall asleep, his still uncaged cock was continuously standing erect in the sodden mess in his diapers. He had pleasured himself multiple times, feeling a mixture of shame and dirty pleasure at having an opportunity to relieve himself sexually at least. The decrepit state of the inside of his diapers in combination with the fact that it had been a couple weeks since he was last able to masturbate had him whimpering into his pillow about just how much he loved his diapers every time he finished. Feeling exhausted, unhappy, and more than a little gross, Kazard had drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. As he finished one last time, feeling his eyelids grow heavy a singular thought emerged to the surface of his consciousness. This is almost beginning to feel like normal… I hate that… * * * * * Kazard awoke feeling severely under-rested. The bulk between his legs did little to brighten his sour mood, and he struggled to pull on his work clothes over the ballooning rear end that still clung to his butt. Blearily, he remembered Arya mentioning something about needing extra help with a project at work today. AKazard knew that her blackmailing abilities were quite strong and she had him quite literally by the balls. Still, his mood was almost low enough to muster some resentment towards her even to the point of refusing to cooperate. Seriously… Why am I putting up with this shit, it’s making me miserable. He thought to himself, as he faked a cheery hello to his boss, who merely grunted in response. Shuffling over to his work station, Kazard did his best to attempt to focus on the tasks he had to do that day. Fiddling with wires, he found that his concentration was sorely lacking. The absence of sleep seemed to be seriously impeding him that day. “Buck up short stack, you think the boss is going to sign your paycheck this month with you looking like you’re at death’s doorstep?” Laughing at his own joke, Aaron rounded the corner over to Kazard’s workspace without knocking and sauntered over. He placed a muscular hoof on his worktable, examining the fox’s work with the guise of a professional inspection he most certainly did not have. “Didn’t sleep well last night, I’d appreciate a low volume locker talk today if you don’t mind.” The glib comment sailed over the horse's head as he chuckled, a whinnying noise coming from his throat as he shook his head. Resuming his previous volume and tone of voice, the horse continued to poke at the fox’s temper. “You really ought to keep your workstation in better condition, you might end up tripping over some wire and really hurting yourself. You know what…” The horse continued to speak about himself and an obscure role model he had back in high school as the fox continued to work on his project, politely ignoring the equine but finding a fresh deposit from his bowels into the back of his diapers. Sweat formed on his forehead as he realized what was coming, the pleasant sensation of his rear end getting covered with an additional amount of mess aroused him immensely. He felt the tip of his cock convulse and gasped as he began to cum, feeling the instinct to buck his hips as he forced his muzzle into the crook of his elbow. Thankfully, he was able to muffle the sound of him lauding how much he loved using his diapers. In an attempt to mask what was happening to him, he repeated the action once more, this time sounding more like a sneeze than a horny exclamation. He sniffed, shaking his head and readjusting his glasses as Aaron stared at him, a look of genuine concern on his face as this outburst had interrupted his story. The bulk between Kaz’s legs had expanded so much now that he stood at a power stance, no longer able to bring his knees within 6 inches of each other as he felt his legs quiver in his post nut haze, blinking hard several times. “Are… Are you good Kazzo? That looked like quite violent… sneeze.” The way he pronounced the last word indicated that he had not quite bought Kazard’s attempt at masking his sexually aroused shout. Before Kazard had an opportunity to think of an explanation, the cool voice of a certain white fox announced itself behind them. “Hey Kazzie, could you come over to my workstation for a bit? I need help with a certain project if you know what I mean.” Kazard sighed, dropping his tools onto the table and turning to face Arya as he caught a glimpse of the envious glare Aaron gave the three tailed fox. If only you knew… Kazard thought to himself, as he trudged behind Arya towards her workstation. * * * * * Kazard labored for several hours at Arya’s workstation, essentially doing her job for her while she had gone over to the breakroom. She had employed him on a particularly nasty refurbishment, which included an array of rusted parts and broken plastic he had to painstakingly polish and reglue together, some of which still ending up having to be thrown away and replaced. His bowels had caught up to him from that morning’s scarfed down breakfast, and he had looked around pensively as a barely restrained, “Foxie made a big stinky!” managed to escape from his maw. About an hour into his work, Arya had come by and commanded him to take off his pants. He had attempted to complain, a hint of a whine present in his voice as his level of exhaustion and frustration broke through any attempts at maintaining his cool. Arya had simply replied that it was alright if he did not want to pull his pants down, but that she would be sending the drafted email she had in her inbox containing the previous evening’s photographic exploits to the entire office. Kazard now stood, his pants around his ankles with the drooping diaper on full display to anyone who might come into the work station. He had been quite nervous, as Arya’s corner of the establishment was quite a popular place to frequent for the majority of the staff. The pleasant perkiness of the white fox was considered to be a highlight of the work day, as the fox never failed to leave a conversation without a complimentary statement. Aaron was particularly fond of practicing his blunt flirtatious skills on the fox, and Kazard had been mentally rehearsing what he could possibly say to explain why he was working on Arya’s project wearing nothing but his dress shirt and a very soiled adult diaper. He had almost hoped that the first person to walk in would be the badger, and that he would be fired on the spot and free of the threat of unemployment looming above his head. As he shifted his legs, the weight of the diaper now a significant hamperance on his movements, Arya’s voice appeared once again behind him causing him to jump a little. “Alright pet, that’s enough fiddling away at my project. Come over here to my desk now.” A feeling of growing dread forced a knot to form in his stomach as the fox moved forward to stand next to the white fox, the sound of his belt buckle clanging against the floor as he shuffled awkwardly forward. Arya pointed to the chair that was pushed into her desk, and Kazard got a feeling he knew what was going to happen next. “Get under there on your hands and knees, there’s no need for you to put your pants back on by the way.” Kazard heaved in a breath, preparing himself before he obeyed. Arya pulled back the chair allowing the fox to crawl underneath the desk, the opening of which faced the doorway into Arya’s room. “Now place your head on your hands like you’re bowing down before a queen, ass up in the air. He heard the fox settle into her chair as he obeyed, feeling the messy insides of his diaper shifting more towards his front. Wincing, he felt a weight suddenly appear on top of his padded rear as Arya placed her feet on top of his thoroughly used diaper. As he posed as a footrest, he felt his stomach grumble as his erection returned once again. With little to no warning his bottom pushed out another mess into his now absurdly large diapered rear end. “Somebody has difficulty holding, huh? You really are just a pathetic little baby who needs his diapers.” As Kazard crammed his fist into his muzzle, a string of unintelligible words escaping his mouth he heard the sound of approaching footsteps marching towards the door. His heart dropped to his freshly vacated stomach as he waited apprehensively for the door to open, revealing the humiliating scene of the female white fox using his messy diaper as an ottoman. The footsteps started to grow fainter, and Kazard let out a sigh of relief as he realized that the owner’s destination was not Arya’s office but Aaron’s. Muffled sounds of laughter could be heard coming from the hallway as Kazard felt the dread that had been building up in him, to be replaced by the continual feeling of helplessness. “Pity,” said Arya, as the clacking sound of wires tools being used on a motherboard could be heard from above him, “I was hoping to show off my newest furniture installation equipped with sporadic vibration.” The jab at his active bowels did not fly past the fox’s awareness, and he felt his cheeks turning red as he continued to do his best not to shift around too much as not to disturb the contents of his diaper. After a few more minutes of the humiliating stance, Arya yawned. She smacked her lips, clucking her tongue dramatically as a droll voice escaped out of her, as if she were too lazy even to speak. “Hmm, I think I’m feeling a little bit parched. Run along into the breakroom for me now and fetch me a cup of water.” She removed her feet from his diaper bottom which Kazard took as an indication to stand up. He shuffled forward, feeling his knees complaining as he pulled himself up to his feet. He moved over to pick up his pants with the intention of rebuckling them on, but Arya snapped before he could reach them. “No, no, no time for that. I’m thirsty now, you can just go in your stinky diapers Mr. Poops-A-Lot.” Kazard felt a sense of desperation, knowing full well that the chance of discovery moving from one end of the building to the other to get to the break room was very high. He opened his muzzle to protest, but without evening looking up Arya flipped open her phone. She faced the screen towards him as she continued to pick away at her work uninterrupted, the interface of her phone displaying the loading screen of their work’s email application. Kazard harrumphed, swallowing the lump that had been growing in his throat as he waddled over to the door. He opened it gingerly, looking up and down the hallway apprehensively as if on the lookout for enemy troops. “Today, please.” Snapped Arya, causing him to jump. Seeing that nobody was in the hallway, the fox shuffle walked as quickly as he could pass the various doors towards the break room. His heart pounding, he was just able to reach the door when he heard Aaron’s voice coming down the hallway, laughing as usual. The fox darted inside of the breakroom without even peering inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. He whirled around, and found to his great relief that the room was empty of other furs. Shuffling hastily, the diaper fox waddled over to the water cooler and grabbed a cup, spilling a stack of them as he did so in his haste. The sound of clattering plastic reverberated throughout the room, and Kazard began filling up the cup without bothering to clean up his mess. His mission half finished, he snuck over to the door and cracked it open slightly peering outside. The bulk of Aaron’s back met his gaze, as the horse’s chest heaved during a hearty guffaw. “Oh boss, you always know how to crack me up.” He saw a smug expression on the badger's face, who continued to talk about his latest golfing adventures to the horse’s most likely deafened ears. Crap… It’s just after lunch, Aaron’s probably going to make his protein shake or something… Kazard edged away from the door, looking around the room to find a place to hide and cover himself. Just as he decided on the couch being the largest object that could safely obscure him, he heard the door creak open behind him. As fast as the loaded diaper around his waist would allow him, the fox darted behind the couch and sat in a crouch. His ears perked up, the fox listened to the horse shuffle around with his protein bottle. “Man, who left all these cups scattered? I bet it was that clumsy dork fox Kazzo Wazzo.” Normally, upon hearing ‘Kazzo Wazzo,’ Kazard would raise his voice in protest Aaron was being unprofessional, but now the heart beating madly in his chest was causing him to swallow his pride. He waited another minute, feeling as if his cardiovascular system might explode in a flash of blood and guts with how stressed he felt. At last, the fox heard the heavy hoofbeats of the horse exiting the breakroom, humming the melody of a pop song quite badly under his breath. Kazard waited a few seconds, sweat now streaming from his head and beginning to soak his shirt until he steeled himself and darted out the break room. Glancing frantically in front and behind him the fox darted as quietly and quickly as he could back over to Arya’s office. Upon reaching it, he slid inside and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it with his breaths coming in heaves. “Took you long enough, give me my water now.” Feeling quite parched himself, Kaz shakily handed the cup of water over to Arya who sipped at it delicately. “Hmmf, lukewarm.” The fox continued to pant, sliding down onto his messy bottom and cringing slightly as the contents squelched against him. He glanced up at the clock hanging in Arya’s office, wondering when his working hours would finally be over. To his chagrin, he saw that he had a whole three hours until he would be able to clock out.
  2. Chapter 5 Scrolling through the options for the naughtier settings Scott squirmed and pressed a paw to the front of his still wet diaper. Whoever had programmed the nanny bot really knew what audience he was creating the product for. Everything Scott could possibly imagine was listed in the settings panel, from locking plastic panties, to sissification, cock cages, butt plugs, mittens and booties, straight jackets, locking onesies and pajamas, and a few other things that Scott didn’t even know existed such as punishment for using one’s diaper without asking permission or help from the nanny, as well as forcing the subject to “pleasure” the bot itself. Scott’s head whirled with possibilities. He decided that he’d leave these settings for later and first allow himself to simply be pampered as the proper baby he was. Completing the settings, he clicked confirm, detached the remote from the bot’s back, and clicked the activate button once again. For the first time the nanny bot moved from her previous motionless position. She turned around and smiled at Scott, standing just a little bit taller than he did (as he requested when designing her) she walked over to him and cupped his chin in her paw, her motions impressively fluid and natural. “And what’s your name, little one?” she asked, her voice warm, an incredible sense of motherly tenderness emanating from her posture and tone. “Scotty” he replied, smiling shyly at her. She smiled at him, the warmth of her facial expression perfectly proportional across her entire face, Scott marveled at how incredibly life-like she looked. If he hadn’t known she was a robot and that he had just removed several wires from a metallic panel in her back, he would have sworn she was a real person. “What a cute name for such a cute, little baby leopard.” she said, she glanced down and extended a paw downwards towards the leopard’s soaked diaper. Instinctively he moved away, the nanny looked up and saw that the leopard looked a little bit uncomfortable, after all, it must have been very difficult to be completely comfortable sharing such an intimate secret with another person, even if that person was synthetic. Taking the leopard’s paws in her own, Scott looked up into her calm, brown eyes, and her loving facial expression. “It’s okay baby” she said in a soft, reassuring tone, “Babies wet their diapers sometimes, it’s only natural. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” This time when she extended her paw to slide it underneath the plastic leak protection in his diaper, Scott did not withdraw. A deep sense of calm, yet melancholy swept over him. And with a sob, he allowed himself to be caught up in the rabbit's warm, loving embrace. The nanny knew exactly what was going on, as expected, revealing one of one’s deepest desires to another person, even synthetic, was a little too emotionally overwhelming even for someone as talented and hardworking as Scott. She patted his padded bottom reassuringly as she lifted him up and cradled him in her arms, lifting him up as if he weighed no more than an actual infant. “It’s okay, little one, I’m here to take care of you” she whispered in his ears. Scott sniffled as he pushed his muzzle into the rabbit’s soft chest fur. He couldn’t believe himself, he was crying like an actual baby. But at the same time, an enormous wave of relief and calmness swept over him as he felt just like a child again, cradled in his mother’s arms as he fussed. After he had cried himself out to the rabbit’s soft humming noise, Scott found that he was actually quite tired. He looked up at the rabbit and yawned, unable to contain it. “Awww, looks like our little one has tired himself out a bit” then the rabbit announced, her motherly tone covering Scott like a warm, fuzzy blanket. He closed his eyes, and felt the rabbit’s warmth and heartbeat as she carried upstairs into his room. She laid him down gently into his bed and tucked him in. Gently caressing his head, she kissed him on the forehead. Just before she shut the door, she turned off the lights and quietly whispered, “Goodnight sweetie.” That was the last thing Scott remembered as he faded into a deep, and exhausted slumber. Scott, at that moment, felt a feeling of incredible content that he hadn’t felt since he’d been an actual child, getting tucked in by his mother at his old home. Scott, engineer and tech at Sky-TECH industries, felt loved.
  3. Chapter 4 Scott’s bottle dropped to the ground as he yelled in surprise. Awaiting him at the top of the stairs was a kindly looking blonde, grey rabbit wearing a long plain dress with an apron at the front with her paws cupped in front of her. It took a second to realize that the robotic nanny he had purchased was standing right in front of him. “How on earth did you get out of your box?” he said aloud, to nobody in particular. And once again he started, because a voice came from the direction of the figure, while the figure’s lips remained still, “I have been animated because you have pressed the activation button on my remote.” Scott furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and then a realization dawned on him. He went down into the den again and quickly returned with the remote. The nanny still hadn’t moved from the original spot it had been, it stood completely still, yet still looked incredibly lifelike. Like she might scoop me up into her arms at any instant and begin feeding me with a bottle, Scott thought to himself, as his insides squirmed in happy excitement at the idea. Pressing the start button on the remote, he watched as the voice came from the nanny once again, this time stating, “Rebooting in progress. . . process complete.” Scott chuckled to himself, whoever had designed the robot to work on the same frequency as your common TV remote must really have an interesting sense of humor. Scott hadn’t even gone through the manual of the robot, so he decided that he better read up on her before he went any further. Walking into the living, he raised his eyebrows in dry amusement as he said that the nanny had somehow ripped through the plastic of the box and escaped her brown, cardboard prison. “I certainly hope she isn’t that crude with her users” he said quietly to himself. Reaching into the large brown box he retrieved a plastic bag containing a complicated looking remote, some wires, and a manual. Ripping the plastic open he realized that the remote had a small display and ports on it allowing it to be plugged into the robot for calibration. He opened the manual and was blown away by how incredibly intricate the bot’s programming actually was. Inside the manual was a long list of things that were able to be precisely calibrated, ranging from whether the automaton served as a nanny, mother (or mommy), mistress, girlfriend, dominatrix, and it could even play the role of baby sister or just plain baby. Not only were there various roles to choose from, but there were options on how to calibrate the extremes to which the nanny played out its roles, from being exceptionally strict and maintaining incredible lengths of bondage (Scott could already see several buttons of his that he could calibrate the robot to push) as well as whether the nanny saw the subject she was interacting with as an adult baby, an actual oversized baby, the gender that the nanny was to see the subject as, and the relative things the subject was comfortable with as well as a safeword. Scott saw that he could calibrate the robot to use a variety of bondage items and that the robot even had several options on putting certain attributes to change, such as having the robot learn through trial and error what caused the subject the most amount of pain or pleasure (or both at the same time) as well as probabilities as to what it would do. Such as whether it would treat the subject a certain gender, age, or to a level of bondage on a particular day. Scott could program the robot to interact with him on a certain schedule (i.e. 3:00 snack time, 5:00 P.M. naptime). And to his surprise and sheer delight the robot was able to breastfeed the subject and lase the milk with various chemicals that would make the subject sleepy, incontinent, and even cause moderate to extreme muscle weakness reducing the mobility and control of the subject’s body to the robot’s mercy. In addition to all those settings, there were a few much more intimate settings available that were possible with the bot. These settings however, Scott decided to experiment perhaps after he had fully experienced the nanny bot’s ability to take care of him as an infant. Scott grew more and more in excitement as he read through the intricate possibilities in programming this bot into the perfect caretaker, he looked down at his diaper and blushed as he saw his excitement was quite visible to anyone that might have seen him at that moment. But nobody can see you, or even know this is happening right now, he thought to himself, nobody, except… mommy. He glanced over at the robot still standing in the main hall, her back to Scott as he stared at the closed basement door. Scott smiled to himself, perhaps he wouldn’t go as slowly as he had originally planned. After all, he had all the time in the world. Might as well try out what the nanny bot could do. He walked over to the nanny bot and inserted the wires that had come with the manual and remote into a panel in the small of the nanny’s back. The logo of a baby bunny grinning around a pacifier with its eyes closed in glee briefly appeared on the screen of the remote as the device registered being connected with the nanny bot. He decided that he’d start with the nanny bot setting, scrolling through the various calibrations he decided that the nanny bot would know that he was an adult baby but would treat him and interact with him as if he were a normal baby. In addition to that she would perform various unannounced diaper checks, have feeding times at 8 A.M. 12 P.M. and 5 P.M. Nap Times would be between 11 A.M.-12 P.M. and 3 P.M. to 4 P.M. Before naptime there would be bottle/breast feedings with a 10% probability of there being breastfeeding. If there was a bottle feeding, a small dosage of a sleep drug would be administered into the bottle. If there was breastfeeding, a significantly stronger dose of a sleeping drug would be mixed in the mixture. Within all feedings there would be moderate doses of diuretics. He decided to hold back on the muscle relaxants just in case he decided he wanted to have full control of his body. He came across an option that dictated her intelligence, he thought a moment before selecting the option that allowed her to have the full intellect of a person. Next, he went through various clothing options. Seeing how the boxes were stocked with a large assortment of baby furniture and baby clothes, he saw fit to program them into the nanny bot as well. He selected the option of being changed out of his diapers in the morning, after lunch, and before bedtime into much thicker, nighttime diapers. He left a few settings on the default nanny settings, such as her interactions with him when playing with him and allowing him to watch TV and the like. He then came to the category of settings called, ”Bondage, Restriction, and Punishment.” Scott grinned, this is where the fun would start.
  4. Chapter 13 Under New Management Kazard flopped down onto his bed feeling exhausted. He had not had an easy time dealing with Arya. He felt that at any given moment her eyes were on him, plotting some new scheme to take advantage of his subservience. The fox whimpered into his pillow, burying his muzzle into his soft bedding as he squirmed, feeling the weight of the used padding between his legs pressing down on him. He had not bothered to change yet, normally his level of disgust would have caused him to make a beeline for the bathroom every time he got home but today he just wanted to lay in bed for a few minutes. His phone beeped. Groaning, he moved pawed blindly in the direction of his bedside table before grabbing the phone, opening a single eye to peer at the message he had received. Don’t forget, next week you’ve got all of the lunches covered, oh and I’m requesting some assistance with the next project that’s coming up. You’ll get to enjoy a whole hour extra after work with me, I’m looking forward to working with you. Cheers! So I get to waddle around every single day in the middle of work in my big poofy diapers and then have to endure after-work detention with none other than the person currently running my life for me… The fox whimpered a few times into his bedding, as he felt the front of his diaper grow just a little bit bigger as he wet himself. Pushing himself off of the bed he toddled over to the bathroom, making sure to run the shower as hot as it could possibly go. Unbuckling the belt holding up his pants he gazed down at the snuggly fitting diaper that hugged his waist, the weight of its contents causing the tapes to cling to the landing zone with a stretched desperation. A rumble ran through his lower abdomen, and he only had a few seconds of warning before he felt the first few cramps hit and cause him to bend forwards reflexively, his handpaws gripping the edges of his bathroom sink as he felt his bowels void themselves into his already caked rear. The slight sag of his diapers now turned into a quite noticeable droop, and he silently thanked the gods above him that this time at least his uncontrolled bodily excretions had come at a convenient time. Reaching down beneath the sink for the container that held all of his cleaning supplies, he opened a trash bag and began the delicate process of scrubbing as much of the mess and smell of ammonia from his fur before his shower. Kazard sneezed a few times as the scent bombarded his nostrils, reaching over he turned on the bathroom fan before returning the attention to his furry backside. Satisfied that he had cleaned most of what he had access to, the fox discarded the last wipe into the trash bag before entering into the awaiting stream of water. The fox felt the muscles in his back and shoulders relax, his eyelids drooping half closed as the tension left his body. For a few minutes he simply stood there, letting the tension and anxiety of the day become washed away with the slightly brown water draining away at his feet. I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this… No matter how long I’m prey to the whim of Arya or the stupid box... Reaching for the industrial sized bottle of shampoo labeled, “Shampooch! Head-to-toe Shampoo!” he squirted a generous amount of it into his handpaw before beginning to rigorously scrub it into his fur. At first he had loathed the amount of time he had to spend cleaning his diaper area everyday to the point of ideal hygienic standards, but after weeks of sitting in messy diapers with no choice other than to endure his own accident in his pants he felt grateful at this one opportunity of taking back some measure of control. Just as he was leaning forward, his three tails lifting and pressing against his back in order to allow the shower head to wash away all the bubbles, his phone began to ring in his bedroom. Earlier that week Arya had requested Kazard hand over his unlocked phone, “to tweak a few settings.” These changes, fully against Kazard’s will, included a parental lock on any explicit content, the ability to adjust any settings in his phone related to parental controls, and as a final touch she had changed the ringtone for her number to the ABC’s theme dubbing it as, “A more appropriate jingle for someone like you.” After helplessly standing there and watching her tap through his phone like it was her own, during which the front of his padding had grown a little bit tighter in his pants from a poorly timed wetting, she had handed the device back with a smirk. “Oh, and one more thing, if you don’t pick up within the first few rings when I call you, you’ll regret it.” Now as the first few chimes of the xylophone sung merrily in his empty bedroom, Kazard swung back his shower curtain in a sweeping motion and bolted for his bedroom door. Soap suds and water dripping from his damp fur he rushed over to his phone, ensuring that he clicked the green answer button. As his still damp finger pads desperately tapped the phone screen, he opened the call. “Hello?” “Hello Kazzie, I’ve got a little errand for you to run for me. Run to the store and pick up a bag of marshmallows and be in my house in, let’s say, 20 minutes. Don’t be late, unless you want the boss tomorrow to get a particularly detailed insight on what kind of underwear you’re wearing these days. My address will be in your text messages, see you soon, hun!” “But what about…” Before Kaz had a chance to properly respond, Arya had hung up the phone. The fox groaned, staring dejectedly at how now black phone screen. A small hissing noise caught his attention, and he glanced down to his utter horror that he was currently peeing on the carpet of his bedroom. And of course, he only had twenty minutes to dry, put on a fresh diaper, clothes, drive to the store, buy marshmallows, and drive over to Aryas giving him no time to clean up the now growing puddle. Swearing, he rushed back into the bathroom, clumsily rubbing the soap out of his fur and frantically unfolding a diaper and laying it down on the tiled floor. As the lock symbols appeared on the sloppy tape job, securing his diaper for the next 24 hour period he half waddled half sprinted over to his bedroom to put on some clothes. About 7 minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of his local gas station, praying that there would still be some s’more making supplies on sale inside. The ding of the front door ringer met his ears as he strode with purpose over to the snack eye, his eyes landing on the cheerful coloration of a package of marshmallows as he felt a slight sense of relief. Grabbing it, he thrust his other paw into his pocket to take out his wallet. “Hi there, just this please.” He fidgeted, idly glancing at the row of candy bars as he waited for the cashier to scan his item. He was greeted with silence. Curious, he glanced up to gaze at the cashier’s face to see what was wrong. The teenage raccoon behind the register wearing a shirt with a name tag displaying the name, “Ray” was staring dumbly at Kazards’ crotch. The fox glanced down, only to find his cheeks burning as he realized he had failed to properly zip up his pants. The top of the diaper was exposed for all to see, the thickness of his underwear holding his pants up regardless of his open fly. Hastily, Kazard stuffed the front of his shirt into the front of his pants, zipping them up clumsily as he managed to stutter out. “S-sorry… Check me out please, I’m in a hurry.” The raccoon reached for the marshmallows, scanning the barcode and Kazard shoved his card into the reader without waiting to be prompted. On the way out, he glanced up at the television screen displaying the security camera footage from the perspective of the cashier. A few minutes later, his cheeks were still burning as he felt utterly humiliated. He tried to just focus on stepping on the gas pedal. Nervously glancing at from his GPS to the clock on his phone. After almost blowing through several stop signs, the fox pulled into the driveway of Arya’s residence. He hurried to the front door, knocking and kneading the packaging of the marshmallows in his paws nervously as he waited for Arya to answer the door. The door opened slowly, Arya standing in front of it wearing a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt. Kazard could tell with just a quick glance at her that she was not wearing a bra, and for the first time since his ordeal with the box had started to feel grateful for the thick cushioning pressing down on his crotch as he thought of what she was wearing. Lazily, Arya glanced down at her watch and noted the time, her eyes locking with Kazard as she commented dryly. “You’re a minute early, I said be here in twenty minutes, not nineteen, didn’t I?” Kazard felt sweat prick at the back of his neck as his thoughts raced, wondering whether to laugh at the absurdity of her comment or apologize. She had caught him off guard with her sudden domineering gaze, so he went with the latter. “I-I’m sorry… I’ll… I’ll try to be more on time… next time…” Arya cocked an eyebrow at him, opening her palm and indicating that he handed the marshmallows over. He complied, gently placed them in her palm. After he did, Arya spun around her white tail swishing elegantly behind her. She called behind her back. “Shut the door behind you and follow me, make sure to lock it.” Kazard complied, turning and making sure to flick the lock into position as he turned around to follow the white fox up the stairs. His heart beating in his chest as he began to slowly put together what the fox had in store for him. A few seconds later they entered Arya’s bedroom, a cleanly looking bedroom with a vase of roses sitting on her bedside table. “Strip.” Kazard looked at her, his jaw slightly agape as he hesitated. “I said, strip.” The fox fiddled with his zipper, pulling off his pants and allowing it to bunch around his ankles as he pulled off his shirt. He stood there, one arm gripping the other in a nervous posture as the white fox looked up at him and down. Once again, for the prevention of his embarrassment he felt grateful that the ample thickness between his legs hid the sense of attraction he felt towards the fox’s figure. Striding forward she pushed him onto her bed, his arms sprawling above him as he looked at her apprehensively. Kneeling down on the bed, she rummaged around in her shirt until she withdrew a key, using her free paw she undid the locked tapes on Kazard’s diaper. The lock symbols faded away as she did so, a pang of envy went through the white fox at the ease with which Arya took off the diaper he was cursed to be trapped in. Revealing the cage hidden underneath the bulge of his padding, Arya expertly unlocked it, a rush of cool air soothing his slightly sore penis. “Now then, this will have you chirping a little bit more cheerily during our little session. Now stand up.” The fox did as he was told, sheepishly pushing himself off of the bed and standing up once more. With an almost menacing glint in her eye Arya ripped open the bag of marshmallows with her teeth, pointing a finger at him and commanding once more. “Alright, now turn around.” His three tails bunching up nervously around his thighs, he complied. Kazard felt apprehensive as he turned his naked bottom towards her, knowing full well what was about to happen. “Bend over.” Kazard whimpered, looking back at her as if to ask for mercy. The fox’s icy gaze stared back at him expectantly as he stood, unwavering. Taking in a shaky breath, Kazard bent over and closed his eyes. He felt the female fox probing his behind, at first gently prodding and poking until she began to drive the marshmallows against his sphincter. He gasped, grimacing as the sweat began to gather on his brow as she continued to plunge marshmallow after marshmallow into his rear end. “Please… oh God… it feels… Ah…” Kaz continued to let loose little whimpers and cries as marshmallow after marshmallow went into him, feeling surprisingly unphased as Arya continued the ritual. “Hold still, or do you want me to add a spanking in addition to this?” The fox bit his lip, shaking his head side to side as his fists clenched the sheets on Arya’s bed. At last, Arya tossed the empty bag onto the bed. Kaz stared at it bug eyed, unable to believe that she had actually managed to shove an entire bag’s worth of marshmallows into his asshole. He felt a dull ache in his lower abdominal region, yet besides a feeling of bloatedness near his stomach he could not feel any desperation to release that his bottom undoubtedly needed to go through. Man… This might be the only time the curse has come in handy, I don’t actually feel the need to go… “Now then, let’s get the baby all diapered up again so he can fill his pants, shall we?” In a brutally teasing tone, Arya pulled the diaper up against his bottom, leaning around him to fasten up the tapes. The locked symbols appeared once more, indicating that only Arya would be able to take them off again before the 24 hour period was up. Arya continued to command him with impunity. “Now then, I want you to squat down and tell me what a pathetic little baby you are and how much you need your diapers to protect you from accidents. Now.” Kazard shakily bent his knees, feeling apprehensive as he began to feel a passion grow in the front of his pants. He could not help but feel slightly aroused by the situation he was in, as much as he disliked being at Arya’s complete and utter mercy. Like the little bitch that Arya now considered him to be, he knelt down in front of the bed and squatted. He whimpered, his cheeks flushed with red as he managed to stutter. “I’m… I-I’m a pathetic little… baby.. And I need my diapers to protec-” He was cut off by his rear end letting out a large ‘splort!’ as the shifting in his position caused his bottom to release all of the stuffing Arya had put into him. He felt the coagulated sugar thunder out into the seat of his diapers, ballooning the diaper out to a near comical extent as he continued to vacate his large intestine. His regular inability to feel any warning of the need to go number two was still at play as his cheeks burned, feeling as though he would not be able to live down the moment of pooping out marshmallows in front of his former workplace crush. “I’m… I-I’m…” He continued to speak, his mind in a haze of relief and exhaustion as he slumped forward on the bed, suddenly feeling tired from the ordeal. He could feel his behind completely caked in the marshmallow enema, most likely giving his behind the appearance of surgical augmentation. “You look like an oversized toddler who's determined to fail potty training, how pathetic. And I got it all on camera too!” Feeling weak, Kazard turned his head around to look at Arya. Her phone was held up in one paw, as the other was held against her cheek. Arya grinned, a sadistic smile that did not reach her eyes as she zoomed in on Kaz’s face, switching the camera view between that and his swollen behind. “What a messy little kit we have on our hands, this will ensure that you continue to do each and everything single thing I say down to the letter. We would not want this circulating back at the workshop now, would we?” Kazard let his head fall onto the mattress face first, heaving a sigh of exhaustion and frustration. He felt utterly helpless, pathetic, and almost angry enough to start crying. This just keeps getting better and better… doesn’t it…
  5. Chapter 4: Intern Training Bolt was beginning to grow restless. The smells of the fried food continued to waft into his nose even as the felines in front of him began to finish off the helpings on their plates. After the first ten minutes of dining or so, the two felines had lapsed into casual conversation that conveniently excluded Bolt’s presence entirely. In fact, after they had grown off work-related small talk, they had changed their topic of conversation to the pup. Much like an actual puppy, too young to fully comprehend the depths of adult conversation, they spoke of him as if he was not there to hear every word. Not that he could have added much to the conversation to begin with, as the pacifier gag was still firmly lodged in his muzzle. After catching himself instinctively suckling on it for comfort, as being spoken of without any ability to input your own opinion was a chastening experience, he realized that he was actually beginning to gain some comfort from the bulbous object in his mouth. The plans of the felines were working to its fullest effect. Bolt was beginning to feel as if he was the baby of the family with an increasing sense of dependency on the cats in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, however, they had not even started. “Well, I’m stuffed.” Yuri patted his belly lethargically, raising a balled paw up to his muzzle and stifling a belch. Cinder appeared to catch his yawn, flashing an impressive array of sharp teeth before smacking his lips together in a self-satisfied manner. “Likewise.” Pushing himself away from the table, Yuri began to gather the various dishes into his large, impressive arms as Cinder followed suit. Bolt watched their movements carefully, beginning to grow curious about what the cats had planned for him next. As Yuri and Cinder padded to the kitchen and back, ferrying the dishes and cutlery, Yuri spoke matter-of-factly while he was stacking plates. “Check the puppy’s diaper, would you?” Cinder in the same casual tone as Yuri, nodding as he put down the casserole dish he had picked up. “Mhmmm…” Striding over to Bolt, who had squirmed in a mixture of excitement and discomfort at still having his arms pinned down against his torso, he watched as Cinder’s eyes alighted on the front of his padding. Kneeling down, now out of the husky’s sight as he examined the front of his diaper from underneath the tray table, Bolt felt his heart skip a beat as he felt the caracal’s paw gently squeezing the front of his padding. The examination did not stop there, an electric feeling of excitement ran up the dog’s spine as he felt the cat’s soft paws caress the inner part of his thigh, before slipping in two fingers inside of the diaper’s lining to check for dampness. Bolt could not help himself, he whimpered softly at being so personally examined. The entire act was performed as if it were routine and completely ordinary. But to Bolt, the sensation of having his diaper checked without a moment’s consideration of how he would feel about it made him feel even more little than when he had been strung up in the baby bouncer. “Still dry, surprisingly.” Cinder called out, straightening and reaching over to gently ruffle Bolt between his ears. Cheeks still burning from having the regal feline examine the state of his protective padding, Bolt bowed his head slightly and leaned into the head pats. Yuri called out from the kitchen, amidst a clamor of ceramic and the sound of running water. “That won’t last long!” Chuckling, Cinder turned away and strode into the kitchen to join in the post-lunch cleaning up, leaving Bolt still feeling as if his insides were filled with so many fluttering butterflies. It took a minute for Bolt to realize that it was not just his feelings that were causing him a measure of discomfort, but he could feel the beginnings of cramps in his lower abdomen indicating to him that he was going to need to pee soon. Although it was not intense enough for him to merit the need to go immediately, he knew that he would end up having no choice but to use his diaper for its intended purpose. He huffed out a breath into his pacifier, beginning to feel slightly fussy at having been left incapacitated in his high chair only to struggle with the increasingly urgent need to relieve himself. Just as he was considering whether or not to go now rather than later, Yuri strode back into the dining room holding a large cylindrical object in his right paw. Bolt’s eyes widened, as he recognized what the item was. The largest baby bottle he had ever seen was clutched firmly in the tiger’s paw, filled with a milky substance that Bolt guessed to be at least 64 ounces of whole milk. “Come on up, runt. Let’s get this in you.” Feeling abashed at having been called a runt, despite the fact that he was now a fully grown adult fur, Bolt found that his will to resist had been thoroughly suppressed by the admonishing comment. The impression that disobedience was an option that was fully out of reach ingrained in his mind, he waited patiently for the tiger to slide out the tray and unlock him from his harness. As the pressure on the front of his padding lifted, Yuri tucked the oversized bottle under his arm and lifted the dog up by the armpits. Depositing him on his hip, the tiger placed a firm paw on the bottom part of Bolt’s diaper and held it firmly against him. The placement of his paw had a possessive undertone to it, as if the tiger were silently saying that the husky’s butt belonged to him and only him. It might as well have belonged to him, as Bolt instinctively clung to the tiger as he maneuvered their way over to what appeared to be the ground floor living room. Comfortable couch cushions, a recliner, a pristine coffee table, and a large television appeared to be the main attraction in terms of furnishing. Several paintings hung from the walls, displaying pleasant natural scenery of pine tree forests, bubbling brooks, and snow-covered mountains. The room gave off a quiet, comfortable atmosphere that Bolt immediately picked up on. This manifested itself by the fact that Bolt did not complain when Yuri sat down and laid the large puppy over his lap. Naked, except for the diaper around his waist and pacifier gag in his mouth, Bolt felt particularly exposed, facing belly up into the noble face of the much larger tiger. Yuri grinned down at Bolt, a measure of satisfaction in his face as he looked down at his charge. Bolt’s paws were folded over his chest in a begging position, staring up woefully into the tiger’s face before looking down at the nipple of the bottle which was slowly approaching his muzzle. Even as it did so, Bolt felt the back buckles of his pacifier gag being undone. Grasping the pacifier ring with his pinky, Yuri guided the pacifier out of his muzzle and set it aside. “Drink up, pup.” Bolt realized that he had become quite thirsty since he had finished off his last cup of yogurt, most likely by the intention of both felines as he accepted the nipple without fuss. At first, Bolt was unsure of how to proceed. He had not nursed from a baby bottle since he had been an actual pup, so he took a few experimental suckles on the teat to gauge the rate of flow. Finding that the amount of liquid that came out was much smaller than he anticipated, he began to suckle in earnest in order to suck more of the warm milk out of the bottle. This resulted in a loud, suckling noise combined with his measured breathing between swallows. It took a moment for Bolt to shift his focus away from feeding on the bottle to realize just how much noise he was generating. His cheeks reddened, ears flattening against his head as he looked up to give Yuri a sheepish look. The tiger had witnessed it all, noting that the husky had taken eagerly to the bottle the moment it was presented to him. He’s taking to the role much quicker than expected… He thought to himself, even as he responded to Bolt’s embarrassed expression with a raised eyebrow. Deciding to break character momentarily, he inquired softly even as he raised the bottle up higher to allow for a steadier flow. “Enjoying ourselves, are we?” Bolt felt his insides twist yet again, his cheeks burning brighter as he nodded slowly. Despite how quickly the two had descended on him, he could not help but relish slightly in the feelings of helplessness and freedom he had in not being able to make any decisions for himself. He had now consumed about a fourth of the contents of the bottle, his cheeks becoming tired from the effort of having to suckle with effort in order to get at the milk. To his pleasant surprise, Bolt found an aftertaste of cinnamon lingering across his tongue. Whatever the concoction that was now being poured into him had, it certainly was no ordinary milk. Lapsing into a steady pace, Bolt allowed himself to relax as he fell into a steady rhythm of nursing. His shoulders relaxed, his legs spread out over Yuri’s lap, and his eyelids remained half open as he began to enjoy the attention. The tiger, too, relaxed. This was the part that he always enjoyed, as it was usually during bottle feeding that the majority of littles he spoiled were able to relax and fully embrace an infantile mindset. Padding in quietly, Cinder sat himself down next to the tiger and watched as Bolt closed his eyes and continued to nurse in earnest. Yuri and Cinder, genuine smiles dancing upon their muzzle, exchanged appreciative glances with each other. The husky appeared downright adorable, milk gathering at the corners of his muzzle. The three sat in relative silence, the only noise pervading the air being the nuk-nuk of the baby bottle. Eyes still closed, as Bolt began to float in a blissful state focused only on the warm milk now giving him a cozy sensation in his belly, the pup felt a twinge in his bladder. The husky did not give it much thought at first, wanting more to focus on the supple milk pouring down his throat. But as the thought of liquids flooding took center stage in his mind, he realized that he could ignore it no longer. The natural reflex to hold it until a toilet was available took over, but Bolt quickly regarded this incline with skepticism. What if… Bolt was then reminded of the fact that there were two of his coworkers sitting with him on the couch as he nursed; although his eyes did not open, he felt the familiar sensation of his cheeks beginning to blush once more. Still… A sleepy feeling came over the husky, one that he found he could not bring himself to resist. Relapsing back into his pacified state, he was only a little taken aback when he felt the dam break with surprisingly little resistance. A familiar feeling of warmth began to spread throughout the front of his thick padding, first appearing as a small dark spot before growing and spreading throughout the front of his diaper. Underneath the landing zone of the padding, Yuri’s eyes drifted down as the telltale, softened hiss of a diaper being peed into filled the air. Cinder’s nostrils flared, the scent of urine and baby powder now filling the air in a particularly nostalgic combination. Silently, the two two cats watched keenly as the husky appeared to utterly flood his pants. Still in the depths of little space, Bolt only registered the feeling of relief that came with emptying one’s bladder. The warmth had now spread throughout the front of the diaper, weighing down with a reassuring weight on the husky’s bits. With the expansion of the absorbent material inside of the padding, the diaper was now a snug fit around his waist. While previously it had been a pleasant, fluffy pillow gently hugging his mid-section, it had now become a bit more intimate as the sodden padding now pressed up closely against him. The feeling only added further to the husky’s feelings of infantile bliss. He found that once he had finished the bottle at last, that his breathing had slowed to a much calmer, somber rate. His muzzle detached from the bottle with a soft squeak, a contented sigh leaving his muzzle as he nestled further into the tiger’s arms. The initial shyness and unwilling cooperation had now been forgotten, as the warmth and comfort that came from being in the tiger’s arms overrode any inclination to resist. Yuri and Cinder waited a few minutes, ensuring that Bolt had successfully sunken into a peaceful slumber. The tiger then gave Cinder a meaningful, sideways glance nodding once. Nodding in response, Cinder got up and quietly tiptoed out of the room and turned to pad up the stairs as Yuri gingerly stood up. The tiger’s square jaw bobbed downwards once, checking to see that the upwards movement had not woken up Bolt. The husky did not stir, as the contents of the bottle he had just ingested appeared to be coming into effect. Experimentally, Yuri gently shook the husky from side to side watching as his ears flopped about. Nothing. The husky was out cold, his chest rising and falling slowly with the methodical rhythm that came with a drug induced trance. A smile slowly spread across Yuri’s muzzle as he looked the husky up and down, his gaze lingering on the puppy’s soaked padding. “We’ll give you a change, little pup. But only after you’ve properly used your padding.” He remarked out loud, to nobody in particular. He hoisted the dog up, gently resting his head against his powerful shoulder as he placed a paw on the dog’s now slightly soggy bottom yet again. Turning, he made his way towards the flight of stairs, following the caracal while Bolt’s tail began a faint wagging movement. Whatever the dog was dreaming of, it was eliciting feelings of content.
  6. Chapter 12 Back to work Kazard pulled the last of the four tapes into place, his skill at diapering himself in the morning had improved significantly. Now the padding around his crotch and adorning his behind felt snug and secure, and he realized he was slowly becoming used to the bulk around his midsection and between his legs now to the point where he hardly noticed it when he put a fresh one on. It would become significantly more noticeable as the day would progress, he thought to himself annoyedly, as he found himself wetting more and more often throughout the day, making a dry diaper a rare sight in his life. In fact, the moment he placed one of the tapes back into place, he could feel the front of the absorbent undergarment growing warm, and he clicked his tongue in disgust as he started to adorn his work clothes. One of these days I’m going to start wetting in the middle of a change! At least that hasn’t happened yet… I have better things to do than to scrub my own urine out of my carpet or have to do extra wash cycles… The previous evening’s happenings came flooding back to him as he clambered into his car, and instinctively his ears pinned tightly against his head, tails wrapping themselves around his thighs. He hoped nobody could see him putting on such an obvious display of anxiety and fear, and he tried to shake himself awake and out of his reverie as he sat in the car, elevated slightly due to the padding underneath his bottom. Time to face the music… He thought to himself, almost gloomily, as he started the engine in his car and pulled out of his driveway before merging into his lane. Work felt tense that week. Kazard had arrived that Tuesday morning and didn’t quite know what to expect from Arya. Was she going to be hiding behind the dumpsters, beckoning him to come over? Was she going to confront him at his workstation and gloat over him? Had she already outed his secret, and were his fellow employees already inside waiting to mock him? His worried thoughts chased themselves around his head as he strode into the front door of his work building, nodding curtly to his boss at the front desk who didn’t seem to be paying him any attention. He either knows and is too disgusted to respond to me, or he doesn’t know at all. God that fur is hard to read… Within a few moments he had reached his work station and opened up his bag and set to work on his projects, hoping to get out of work a little early that day for fear of interacting with or even seeing Arya. He had expected Arya to approach him as soon as he walked in the door with some ridiculous request or question, but he received no such thing. The entire morning went by uneventfully, and she even deposited his sandwich on his desk with a sweet smile, her face revealing nothing of what had transpired between them the previous evening. Did… Did I dream that up yesterday? No no that definitely happened. Then… Why is she acting all… normal? Kazard was so occupied for the rest of the afternoon wondering what was real and what wasn’t that he was very much surprised when his boss rapped his knuckles against his desk. “It’s six o’clock and I’m not paying you for overtime, go home Kazard.” Kazard let out a sharp yelp, and felt his diaper growing warmer and thicker as he wet himself. His cheeks flushed as he realized what he’d done, and the raccoon who was walking away from him suddenly stopped, noticing the fox’s expression. “Everything alright?” Kazard floundered in his own head, yelling at himself, “DID YOU REALLY JUST PISS YOURSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR BOSS OUT OF FRIGHT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” He cleared his throat, and then adopted what he hoped looked to be a nonchalant, slightly tired smile. “Yes boss, just a little bit tired from last night still…” His boss raised an eyebrow. A gesture that Kazard had only seen him do a few times before, and it usually was the equivalent of a normal person jumping up and down and yelling, “Tell me what you did! Tell me what happened! Tell me all about it!” “Oh? Busy night Kazard? Who’s the lucky lady.” Alarm bells rang in Kazard’s head as he thought quickly for an answer, knowing that telling his boss the truth, even just about the identity of the person, would not bode well for his future at the company. “O-Oh you don’t know her… I met her on Howlr and we just spent some time with each other…” To his immense relief, this seemed to satisfy the raccoon, who nodded curtly and turned around, leaving Kazard to his anxious thoughts and a very, very thoroughly used diaper. For the rest of the week, Kazard was on edge. His close run-in with the boss’s rare interest with his personal life and the fact that Arya was behaving normally around him, if not talking to him as much as she usually did. She hadn’t spoken a single word with him the entire week. And when, on Friday, Kazard had finally worked up the courage to say something she had looked back and simply smiled at him, walking out of the room and away from his questions. What is she doing? Why won’t she speak to me? Did I actually imagine what happened? Has the crate gotten to my head? Does the crate even exist? Maybe I need to go get checked out… On Sunday night his questions were answered to a degree, and he felt a mixed sense of relief and renewed anxiety when he opened his smart phone and saw that Arya had sent him a message. A sinking sensation occurred in his stomach as he opened the message, cold sweat already pricking him in the back of his t-shirt as he read the message. Hi Kazzy! Hey hun, I was wondering whether you would be able to handle the lunch orders for the next week, it’s been my turn to do it for quite a long time now, and I’d like to be able to get that time back to work on my projects! Also, speaking of my projects. I was wondering whether you would be able to help me out with a few little things~ I’ve got a question or two that I have a feeling you would be the perfect furson to ask! See you on Monday! The message is loud and clear, Kazard thought to himself. From now on, I’m on lunch duty. And most likely, I’m going to be picking up her projects and getting zero credit for it… Great… Out of frustration Kazard threw his phone onto the bed, which bounced off and landed with an unpleasant noise on top of the wooden crate which was sticking out slightly from underneath his bed. He realized he must have failed to push it back under entirely, and with dismay he picked up his smartphone to assess the damage. He tapped the screen a few times, and saw that it had cracked brutally. To his slight relief, it still worked, but he knew his recklessness had just cost him around $50.00 in replacement fees. God.. fucking… damn it... At work on Monday, Kazard found himself sneaking apprehensive glances over to Arya, who was either ignoring him quite well, or wasn’t even picking up on his nervousness. His phone buzzed, and he looked down to see the reminder notification he had set for himself to grab lunch for everyone. At least I get a two hour lunch period because I’m doing this… Although that’s only cutting into the time that Arya will probably take from me to help her with her projects… When will she pipe up about that, anyway? Kazard gingerly raised himself off of his seat, feeling his backside caked with his own mess in his diapers. He prayed that the smell wouldn’t slip out, and he felt his front only grow thicker as he further wet himself while moving towards the exit of the building, feeling as if his messy behind were on display to everyone in the workshop. Thankfully, everyone had their lunch favorites posted in a group email that had been sent out a week ago, so Kazard was able to grab everything using the company credit card without too much of a hitch. At least I don’t have to pay for my own lunch since I’m delivering… and that’s right! I forgot! They pay for your gas too! Wow… 5 days a week you get free lunch AND they fill up your tank? Why is Arya making me do this now… She must have loved this arrangement! That all became too clear when he realized that, in his now very sodden and messy diapers, he’d have to personally deliver all the lunches to all of his colleagues while clad in an infant’s undergarment and hoping that they didn’t notice. Most of his colleagues to his relief ignored him. Aaron made a few stupid comments about how he was the lunch girl now, his sexist manner of speaking causing one of Kazard’s ears to flick in annoyance, which the horse pick up on and laughed. As he left Aaron behind him, who was now singing in a raspy voice something about a white knight, Kaz went to deliver to the last person on his last, which he also dreaded the most. Arya smiled up at him, the attractive fox’s looks were not lost on Kazard and he blushed vividly as he realized that his member was beginning to fill with blood at the sight of her. Arya graciously accepted her brown bag filled with her afternoon meal, and cocked an eyebrow at Kazard who stood awkwardly beside her workbench, unconsciously waiting for instruction. “What are you waiting for foxo? I got what I wanted, you better get back to work, shouldn’t you?” A small meep of surprise escaped his throat, and he nodded shortly before exiting the room. He could feel the fox’s eyes staring at his behind as he left. She didn’t give me any instructions? I thought she wanted help with her work? Did I misread her text message somehow? Kazard found his mind occupied with how Arya was seemingly finding every possible way to avoid talking to him or even interacting with him when a flash of reddish-orange fur flashed in his peripheral vision. Knowing full well who was by his desk, Kazard looked up to gaze into Arya’s eyes, which he could not help but find striking. “Hey Kazard, I’ve got a circuit here I’ve been trying to fix but with no luck as well as another few at my workstation. You’re not too busy to help me out are you?” His mixed feelings of revulsion, fear, attraction, anger, and unwilling complacency battled each other in his head as he got up, nodding silently and packing together a small tool kit to bring with him. I’ll play this game for now, Vixen. But if you push it too far I’ll take this to the police and I might even call up some family to see what our lawyer connections are. If you want me to fetch lunch and do some extra work for you, that’s fine. But this isn’t over. He comforted himself with these thoughts of rebellion as he padded dutifully behind her, noticing to his chagrin that his diapers had swollen to such a size now that he was unable to help the slight waddle that accompanied him as he walked behind Arya. Fetching a rather uncomfortable looking stool, Arya looked at him and gave him a half grin. “Sorry, I’ve only got this wooden stool here with me. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but I have a feeling that you of all people won’t mind that too much, huh Kazzy?” The fox gulped, but nodded slowly, accepting the stool and setting himself on top of it, feeling the mess press against and into his fur further. Kazard didn’t know whether he was going to be able to make it to his evening shower and cleanse tonight without blowing a fuse, literally or figuratively, he didn’t know.
  7. Chapter 3: Lunch Break As the sound of kitchen preparations continued to fill the silence between the three furs, Cinder glanced over at Yuri raising his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. In his paws, he held two jars of baby food. One of them contained pureed peas and carrots and the other contained apple strawberry banana flavoring. Wordlessly, Yuri shook his head and nodded towards the fridge. Understanding in Cinder’s sharp eyes he reached up to put the containers away before reaching for a brightly colored bowl and spoon, perfect for a literal babyfur. The smell of breaded chicken, fries, and other such kid fur delicacies now pervaded the air, having a mouth water effect on the still steadily bouncing pup. A thin line of drool now hung from the bottom of Bolt’s pacifier guard, a visual display of how eagerly his stomach was urging him to get to filling it as soon as he could. He was, however, unable to do so. Ears still lowered in resignation, he listened to his tummy gurgle for the second time within a minute’s time. Cinder and Yuri bustled about, putting out plates, forks, and napkins on the dining room table in the next room over. Twisting, Bolt was just able to glance into the dining room out of the corner of their eye and see them making the last few preparations before lunch would commence. Unseen by him, a large, white high chair had been placed at the head of the table. A clean white plastic, with a multi-colored paw patterning on the insulation lining the back, it appeared for all intents and purposes to be designed for a three-year-old just learning how to spoon feed themself for the first time. There were, however, two stark differences. One was the size, as the highchair stood up to the center of Yuri’s chest making it so that were he placed in it even he would be able to barely brush the bottom of the floor with his robust paws. Second, the harness and lock placed in the center of the harness appeared to be much more robust than would be necessary to contain a babyfur. Thick nylon straps, attached to stainless steel buckles would have a strap running over the shoulders, against the waist, and up between the legs of the high chair’s inhabitant ensuring that escape would by near impossible. A screen, similar to that of the car seat Bolt had been strapped into, was placed in the center which functioned via a paw pad scan to alternate between locked and unlocked states. The infantile throne was being prepared by Yuri as Cinder began to carry plates of chicken fingers, nuggets, mac and cheese, crinkle fries, and bowls of fruit into the center of the dining room table. They had gone all out, as was their plan, to fully encompass many chosen childhood favorites. Yuri slid out the high chair table tray, pulling apart the straps in preparation to put the padded pup inside of them. At last, lunch was ready to be served. Silently, Yuri retreated back into the kitchen and approached Bolt’s bouncer from behind. Despite the husky’s sensitive hearing, he was unable to detect the tiger’s presence until he stood right behind him. Leaning in, the tiger’s hot breath struck at the back of Bolt’s neck as he whispered into his ear. “Hungry, puppy?” The two words held a resonant power in them that sent an excited shiver down Bolt’s spine. Despite himself, he nodded eagerly and suckled audable on the pacifier bulb in his mouth. As to speak up in affirmation, his stomach let out a loud grumble that even reached Cinder’s ears from a room over. As the last round of borborygmus tapered off with a low growl, Yuri began to unbuckle the straps that kept the husky secured, saving the cuffs suspending his wrists into the air last. A moment later, he stepped around in front of Bolt and grabbed him underneath the armpits and lifted him up into the air. Cheeks reddening from being dog-handled so easily, he clung instinctively to the tiger as he was carried over to the high chair. His eyes became wide with awe when they entered the dining room, zeroing in on the high chair that was waiting for him. Before he was fully able to grasp the large size of the infantile furniture, he was being secured inside of it by the five-point harness. As the last buckle clicked, a small whirring noise came from the lock nexus in the center and he felt all of the buckles tighten. Having been properly restrained, he pawed experimentally at the screen which now displayed a white lock symbol against a green background. Mumbling into his pacifier, he watched as the green turned to red, denying him access from unlocking the harness. “Good puppies don’t unbuckle themselves, silly.” Yuri chided softly, causing Bolt to actually experience a brief sensation of shame and embarrassment at having acted briefly disobedient. Thus, he did not pull his paws away when Yuri pulled his wrists down underneath the trey table which he slid into place. The table pressed up against the husky’s chest, causing him to realise only after it was too late that he was unable to pull his arms up from underneath it. Strapped in and without the use of his arms, Bolt put two and two together to recognize that the two felines intended to feed him. His eyes locked onto the many childhood treats that were arrayed before him on the table, his salivary glands now working double time with food now present almost within arm’s reach. As Yuri stepped away, Cinder stepped forward and started stacking several cylinders onto the highchair tray table. Bolt glanced down briefly to see what the caracal was placing before him, and then did a double take. In front of him tupperware containers with various contents inside being placed before him. Judging from the appearance, the cat had placed some apple sauce, mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, and Greek yogurt in front of him. His eyes widened, and he glanced furtively between Yuri and Cinder. As Cinder placed the last jar, the sixth to be exact, in front of the husky he stepped back and gave the pacified pup and wide, toothy grin. Yuri spoke. “There we are, a luxurious lunchtime mix appropriate for a puppy your age. We’re going to take your pacifier out now. If I hear even a single word come out of your muzzle, it’ll be a spanking instead, understand?” Bolt gulped. He understood just fine. Even as a tremendous feeling of disappointment washed over him at the daunting prospect of having to consume much more boring food, he knew that the two cats had full capacity to make it worse. Regardless, at least he would be fed. The mixed feeling of wanting to rebel yet deeply enjoying the experience resonated inside of him, a feeling of turmoil that risked breaking free at any moment. Still, he remained obedient if only out of curiosity for what would happen next. That did not mean, however, that he was going to enjoy the meal in front of him any less. As Yuri moved to unfasten the buckle keeping the pacifier bulb in his muzzle, Bolt watched Cinder with trepidation in his eyes as the caracal opened up a container of applesauce. The faint smell of sugar and pureed apples wafted through the air into Bolt’s flared nostrils. The pacifier bulb was removed from his muzzle, causing Bolt to open and close his muzzle in order to stretch it out even after spending little time having been gagged. But as Cinder picked up a spoonful of apple sauce, which had a pleasant red orange hue to it, Bolt clamped his muzzle shut despite his initial urge to obey. Cinder looked at Yuri expectantly, but appeared to not be surprised by Bolt’s refusal to cooperate. Even as Bolt watched with wide eyes, curious as to what the cats would do, it was followed by yet another round of stomach grumbling, Yuri calmly reached over and firmly pinched the husky’s nostrils closed. Bolt understood immediately what the tiger was trying to do. Try as he might, he could not hold his breath for longer than a minute. Choosing not to struggle, he opened his mouth out of reflex as soon as his nasal passages were blocked. He was rewarded with a large spoonful of fruity sweetness, which did not taste as bad as he had expected. Grimacing, he looked up at the tiger still pinching his nose closed. A stern glare told him that he had better swallow the portion of food he was given, or else. After moving the food around in his muzzle a little bit, he swallowed effortlessly. Now the spoonfuls were coming in rapid success, which he entertained obediently. The texture wasn’t too bad, shapeless and mushy; the food required almost no chewing and could essentially be swallowed as quickly as it was fed. This, Bolt realised, turned out to be an effective strategy as the sooner he swallowed the food the sooner, he hoped, he would get to eat some of the chicken nuggets. Cinder and Bolt fell into a steady routine of spoon feeding, swallowing, and repeating. Yuri took his paw away from Bolt’s muzzle after a few successive spoonfuls as the husky demonstrated he was now quite willing to cooperate. He stepped back, serving as a silent sentinel witnessing the adult husky being fed like he was no older than a toddler. Even as Bolt did his best to swallow the contents of the containers as quickly as he could, the mush still clung to his teeth, muzzle, and coated his tongue. He was now hoping for something to wash it down with. Although he was beginning to go at a relatively brisk pace, he was still feeling hungry for the fries that still tinged the air with their salty, tater smell. Bolt whimpered, still feeling hungry for the more adult food that the two felines had been preparing all this time. Reluctantly, knowing that his cooperation would most likely be rewarded, he slowly accepted the next spoon full. They had arrived at the mashed potatoes, which was decidedly the most flavorful food item he had tasted so far. Even though at times he felt as if he were close to choking, he continued to dutifully ingest the food. Hoping that at the end they would at least allow him a few sips of water or maybe sneak him a spoonful of mac and cheese. After the third and fourth container, Bolt watched with anguish in his eyes as Cinder opened up a container of vanilla yogurt. The husky had hit his limit, even as Cinder teased the spoon full of vanilla flavored goop. Bolt twisted his head this way and that doing his best as a desperate feeling overwhelmed him to not eat any more of the boring food. As Cinder tried in vain to sneak the spoonful in, Yuri placed an assuring paw on the caracal’s shoulder. Cinder stopped, looking up at the tiger inquisitively as Yuri’s eyes met with Bolt’s. He spoke softly. “Is the puppy not hungry anymore?” The truth was, Bolt felt hungry as ever. Despite the fact that the puppy food was beginning to feel quite filling, his palette yearned for something more stimulating and delicious. Still, the adult part of his mind told him that the vanilla yogurt wasn’t all bad. Still, he felt like he had earned a little bit of leeway for childish misbehavior. His tail wagging behind him, he allowed himself a small yip off affirmation, staring pointedly at the fried food on the dining room table in front of him. He knew, however, that this might be his only way out of having to no longer endure any more containers of plain puppy food. Yuri nodded, looking over to Cinder to give him a singular nod as well. Placing the spoon down on the tray table, Cinder meandered over to the table full of food as Yuri reached up to rebuckle the pacifier gag into Bolt’s muzzle. To his chagrin, Bolt saw that the two felines had decided that it was not necessary to give him the kid fur food just yet. Even as the bulb once more pressed down on his tongue, rendering any complaints he might have had into faint muffles, the flavor of vanilla was the closest he would get to getting to eat something particularly yummy. Settling himself down in front of Cinder, the two began to spoon generous helpings of the food in front of them onto their own plates. Bolt watched helplessly as they took their time, selecting their food of choice with great exaggeration before finally placing a cloth napkin into their respective laps. “Bon appetit.” Yuri stated cheerfully, before picking up a chicken tender and making a big show out of taking a bite out of it. “Mmmm…” He was helpless, whining loudly he kicked his legs against the bottom guard of the high chair as he tried in vain to pull his arms out from under the tray table. The two cats paid him no mind, as if what Bolt was doing was nothing more than a little puppy acting fussy at the dining table. They chatted idly with one another between mouthfuls of mac and cheese and crinkles fries dipped in ketchup, discussing first the weather and then their day at work. Bolt felt pathetic, helpless and completely ignored by the other two felines he eventually gave up on struggling and hung his head in resignation. Despite ignoring him, Cinder and Yuri cast the occasional satisfied glance towards the puppy who was now staring sadly down at the spoon in front of him, which still had a helping of yogurt on top of him. The two cats looked at each other once more, appearing very pleased with themselves. Silently, the two saw in each other that they were having even more fun with their padded pup than they had originally expected. Bolt had already successfully adopted the mentality and behavior of a little, fussy puppy wanting food that was just a bit too out of reach.
  8. Hey, thanks for the head's up! I've gone ahead and edited all of my recent posts to reflect this. All future posts will be tailored with this in mind from now on.
  9. Chapter 2: Suspended Although it could not have been more than a quarter of an hour, it felt much longer to Bolt. His sense of panic had still not abated, even when they pulled into what looked to be quite a comfortable looking suburb causing Cinder to begin to drive in a much more leisurely fashion. Soon enough, he had pulled in a driveway connected to a two-story house. “You remembered how to get to my place without a GPS, I see.” The tiger commented. Judging from the slight hesitance in Cinder’s response, this caused him some amount of discomfort. “Well… It’s practically a straight shot from work anyway.” Bolt looked to Yuri, whose face was turned to face Cinder head on. The tiger smirked, but decided not to push the subject. Getting out of the car, Bolt watched with a sense of trepidation forming in his gut as the tiger opened the car door next to the husky. Yuri leaned in, his facing filling the oversized pup’s view as he spoke softly in an intimidating growl. “Now then, you have two choices. Cooperate, and you might just get some enjoyment out of this, or struggle, and I’ll make it a publicly humiliating ordeal, get it?” Bolt gulped. Hastily, he nodded his head several times to indicate that he had understood, the pacifier ring flopping up and down comically and emitting a soft clicking sound as he did so. The tiger smiled, appearing both pleased and amused by the impression he was pressing upon the husky. As Cinder made his way into the house, the tiger placed a singular paw pad on the front of the screen that served as the harness focal point. A small green light flashed on the screen, and all five of the buckles detached simultaneously. Now was the opportunity to escape, but despite this, Bolt hesitated. He had been forcibly taken against his will by the two, but had not been harmed. Additionally, instead of being disgusted and taken aback by his choice of underwear, oddly enough they appeared to be celebrating it. He knew that the tiger would likely overpower him if he did try to wriggle free, but at least that would stand testament to his dignity. Feeling his stomach twisting in knots inside of him, he was surprised to find that he did not resist in the slightest when the tiger undid his wrist and ankle restraints and gently scooped him out of the carseat. “There we go, heavy little guy aren’t we?” Yuri stated, despite carrying him with apparent ease. One massive tiger paw rested possessively underneath the husky’s diapered, furry bottom furthered the sensation of being under the tiger’s control. The muscular frame of the big cat intimidated him as much as it gave him an odd sense of assurance. Another paw was placed on his upper back, which patted it gently as the tiger rumbled into his ear after shutting the car door. “Wise choice, there’s a good little puppy.” Blushing profusely, the husky glanced back and forth down the street of the slice of suburbia that he had been brought to. To his immense sense of relief, it appeared that no fur was around to witness what was happening to him. Still facing backwards, he was brought inside and watched as the door was shut behind him. As he heard the lock click into place, an uneasy sensation came over his stomach as he felt his heart drop to his knees. “Cinder, why don’t we make our guest a bit more comfortable while we prepare lunch, hmm?” Bolt still clung to the tiger, his feelings of apprehension now manifesting into a visible sweat on his brow as he listened to the tiger’s cryptic request. He could hear the smile on Cinder’s muzzle as the desert cat responded, sounding very pleased with himself. “I think that’s a splendid idea, why don’t we add him to the decor?” The husky’s legs were quivering, the tiger could feel the tense manner with which the husky was now clinging to him. He smiled, satisfied that his charge appeared to be equally excited as he was terrified. Something about instilling a mixture of turbulent emotions into the hearts of his subordinates made the tiger feel invigorated with predatory energy. The malicious grin still plastered across his muzzle, he stepped further inside of the home headed towards an unknown direction. Bolt tried twisting his head around to see, desperate to know what was going to happen next but was corrected as Yuri’s paw was removed from his back and placed on the back of his head stopping him. The canine whimpered softly into the pacifier still firmly lodged in his muzzle, beginning to suckle on it reflexively for comfort. It took a moment for him to realise what he had started doing, gaining comfort from his dummy like an actual puppy, before the color once more flushed his cheeks. Thus he was moved forward, his legs looped holes in fabric while appearing to be the spitting image of embarrassment. He looked down, then glanced up nervously to see that he was being fitted into some kind of onesie that was attached to the ceiling above him in the middle of a doorway. A second later he understood. They’re putting me in a baby bouncer! Looking around, feeling a slight sense of panic wash over him, he was able to catch a glimpse of a comfortable looking living room to his right and a closed door on the left side of the hallway he was facing. As his legs were looped through, he felt a pair of hands firmly grab his paws and lead them up and above his head. Cuffs, similar to those he had been restrained by in the car, were attached high above his head to the straps of the bouncer. Helpless, he could only watch as his paws were guided through and securely restrained into place rendering them useless. He looked down to see Yuri buckling the bouncer straps into place, securing him in the contraption with buckles at his crotch, waist, and chest. His legs lashed out frantically, instinctively trying to get a pawhold on the ground but those too were wrenched from his grasp. Cinder’s nimble paws had snagged them out of the air, holding him by the ankles; another pair of cuffs were brought over his paws and fastened snugly around his ankles. This forced the entirety of his weight to be focused on his padded bottom, as his arms were suspended above him and his ankles now hug a few inches from his padded rear making it look like he was kneeling in midair. He struggled pathetically, attempting to pull at his restraints only to find that he was completely incapacitated. His gaze met with Yuri’s, who stepped back to take in the scene before him, his hands on his hips. “That’s much better, I always thought we should invite more guests to hang out.” The last two words were strongly accented, as if the punchline of a particularly grueling pun. Behind him, Bolt heard the caracal groan audibly. “You say that every time Yuri…” He said dryly, although his tone of voice betrayed the fact that he was nevertheless amused by the dry pun. “Hmm, do you think we should check if our guest is truly comfortable, Yuri?” The tiger looked up from his appraising gaze, making eye contact with the cat and giving him a knowing smile. “Yes, my dear friend. I think that’s a splendid idea. Just to make sure.” Suddenly, Bolt could feel the warm breath of the caracal alighting upon the fur on the back of his neck. His fur tingled, standing slightly on end in response to the sudden proximity of the orange furred cat as he felt arms wrapped around his midsection. His right ear flicked, the hot breath becoming more distinct as he felt small pin pricks of mild pain register on his ear. Bolt gasped into his pacifier, his gaze leading up to the tiger who had also stepped close and placed a large paw underneath his chin, bringing his head up to gaze up into the tiger’s golden eyes. Yuri’s other paw reached around, and began to gently pat the husky’s thickly diapered bottom reassuringly. As Cinder began to squeeze and massage the padded front of the husky’s padding, eliciting an excited reaction from his member Yuri began to gently scratch him underneath the chin. The overwhelming amount of physical affection he was experiencing almost short-circuited the poor husky’s brain. His tail began to wag madly, an uncontrollable sign that he was deeply pleasured by the attention being paid to his body. The pacifier bobbed back and forth in his muzzle as he began to suckle on it in earnest, his heart pounding in his chest as his stomach continued to twist inside of him. He felt himself growing harder, unable to stop himself; he let out a loud whine of pleasure and desperation as the weight placed on his padding made the confines inside of his diapered front even more resistant against his growing erection. He began to pant, his right leg twitching in what would have been a series of gentle kicks had it not been suspended underneath his round bottom. Yuri half-grinned at him, a low growl emanating from deep in his chest as the great cat began to purr softly. It came out in his voice as he spoke, giving him a slight vibrato that only further accented the raw power that emanated from the noble beast. “There we go, just a little puppy yearning for attention, right? Wanting nothing more than to have all the attention possible brought to the front of his puppy padding. You’re just a huffy little strapped up puppy, isn’t that right?” Bolt was now exerting significant effort to keep himself under control. The bombardment of sensations that the two were indulging him with made him feel desperate for release and utterly at their mercy. The gentle, possessive patting of his bottom, the arms wrapped around him ending in a gentle massage just a mere inch away from his throbbing member, the powerful gaze of the tiger combined with the scritching underneath the chin, and the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that came from having his ear bitten were all a little bit too much for the husky. The dog panted. Breathing in and out and closing one of his eyes in the effort to remain in control, but he could not. Just as he thought he was going to burst, the patting on his bottom stopped and the tiger snapped his fingers. As soon as it began, it ceased. The patting, the groping, the massaging, the scratching, and the biting all stopped at once. The lack of closure and interruption to the overwhelming amount of affection was abrupt and unpleasant. Bolt whimpered loudly, wriggling and straining against his restraints in what appeared to be a small temper tantrum as he felt the maddening combination of pleasant sensations suddenly torn from him like a rotten tooth pulled out with a pair of rusty pliers. It was almost as maddening as the experience itself. Yuri paid him no mind. In fact, he practically ignored him as he looked over his head to speak with Cinder. “I’m feeling like chicken this afternoon, maybe with pasta?” Behind him, unseen by the husky, Cinder nodded and turned tail to head into the kitchen. “I handle the meat, you get the pasta going?” He asked, matter-a-factly as the sound of cupboards opening and post clanging reverberated behind the suspended husky. “Sounds like a plan.” The tiger replied, nimbly stepping around the husky and continuing to act as if he was only a piece of inanimate furniture to be circumnavigated. Bolt was feeling practically furious. He had been edged to the point of what might have been one of the best climaxes he had ever experienced only to be emphatically denied an end to his pleasuring. He bowed his head, ears flattening against his skull as his tail came between his legs in an express of complete defeat. Gently, he bounced up and down unable to even get a good rhythm going as his suspended ankles prevented him from even gently brushing against the floor beneath him. The previous indulgence that his crotch had had now gone, leaving behind only the possibility of pathetically bucking his hips to derive any small amount of resistance he could manage. He twisted, trying to crane his neck to see into the kitchen behind him but was unable to catch even a glimpse. Sighing into his pacifier, he suckled on it in earnest feeling so desperate for assurance that he now even began to feel grateful for the gag preventing him from being able to speak. Behind him, the two cats continued to behave as if he was not there at all. That was not entirely true, however. Although they made sure to not speak a word of acknowledgement that they had a full grown husky suspended into an adult baby bouncer wearing highly visible padding in their kitchen door, they continuously glanced and took moments to simply stare and admire their charge. Several times they exchanged knowing glances, their suspicions having been confirmed. Not only did the husky like to wear diapers. Bolt was thoroughly turned on by the attention they gave them. Soon enough, the kitchen was filled with a series of delicious smells causing the husky’s mouth to water around his pacifier. His stomach growled audibly, forcing Cinder to have to stifle a giggle which elicited a warning glance from the tiger so that the caracal would not break the spell. Thankfully, Bolt was unable to hear it and continued to undergo the strange sensation of feeling like an object unworthy of recognition or attention. He had never felt so subordinate to anyone before in his entire life.
  10. Chapter 11 Message from Arya! The world around Kazard seemed to slow down, and he fumbled for the mattress of his bed. He eased himself down on top of it, his diapered butt serving as further cushioning as he allowed himself to rest for a moment, his heart still pounding. How… How had she… When did she… Why had… Will she tell… Shit, fuck fuck fuck… The past five minutes slowly replayed in his mind as he sat there, trying to calm himself down. His coworker, Arya, had somehow gotten into his house, she had seen him in his diapers, maybe she’d even seen him changing and cleaning himself up. For all he knew, she could have recorded it happening as well. He shook his head slowly, feeling as if the world were spinning around him a mile a minute. Then she had revealed herself to him, letting him know quite obviously that she knew his secret. She’d crept forward, until she was in front of Kazard and leaned in close to his ear, and had whispered seductively to him, “Wouldn’t it be a funny thing If people around the workshop found out that you were a big baby who used his diapers during the day, while at work, hmm?” He’d lost all the color in his face, paling at hearing those words. Letting loose a giggle, she had smacked him playfully on his padded behind, eliciting an embarassed whimper from out of Kazard’s lips, which quickly brought the red color back into his cheeks. She proceeded to then turn around, allowing her tail to run over and gently caress his muzzle as she walked away from him and out of the bedroom. Sarcasm dripped from her words as she called over her shoulder, “It’s a good thing that I’m not much of a blabber mouth, isn’t it Kazzy?” And that’s where she left him, standing and blushing pathetically wearing nothing except the almost comically white diapers around his waist, his pink-tinted glasses slightly askew on his muzzle. His phone buzzed, and he groped for it on the nightstand. Lethargically, he brought the screen up to his face and gazed down on it, still feeling dazed. To his slight trepidation, he saw Arya’s name pop up along with a message notification. Shaking slightly, he opened it and began to hastily read the message. Hello Kazard, it would seem like I discovered a little secret of yours. Now if you’d like to keep it that way, you’re going to be doing exactly what I say from now on. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your money or your possessions. I’m interested in you. I want you to obey me and follow through with my commands. I don’t think you’ll be disagreeing with that particular rule, after all somebody who can’t even keep his pants dry and clean probably doesn’t have enough authority to make his own decisions anyway. Or perhaps should I say, her decisions? I’ll keep in touch, for now just keep going about your life normally until I contact you again by the end of the work week. Stay dry piddle-pants~ Kazard read the message over and over again. She wants me to obey her commands? What is she going to want me to do, her share of projects at work? Do chores for her at home? And what does she mean by ‘her decisions.’ Is she referencing herself there or what? A frown formed on his face, and he shook his head lost in reverence. Her statement about not wanting his money or possessions brought him a bigger sense of relief than he imagined he would feel, but he still did not know whether he should believe her. He checked his phone once again, it was a Monday evening. 4 more days of work where I’m going to have to face her until the weekend… What is she going to want? And how come she believed him so readily about the box and its magic? He had blubbered out pretty much every letter and exchange he’d had with the strange container to the intruding vixen, who seemed to eat up every single word with glee. Kazard suspected that she probably didn’t believe him, but understood enough that his situation with the diapers was complete and utter dependence. Great… She knows all about the embarrassing details but doesn’t realize that apparently magic actually exists… Well if she keeps letting herself into the house she’s going to find out sooner than later. Having completed wallowing in self pity, he got up, only to find that the padding around his waist seemed to be sagging much heavier than it tended to start out. Once again the fox was in shock, Oh no… Did I wet and mess myself in front of her and not even notice? When did this happen?! He let out an exasperated sigh, not only had he endured his secret being revealed but he had only gotten to enjoy a mere few minutes of dryness and cleanliness. Knowing that he would only get to change the next morning since his allotted changes had been used up for the day, he waddled out of his bedroom and down the stairs to lock and shut his front door, shuddering at the thought of furs, even if it was Arya, sneaking into his house. Of all the people to sneak into my house it has to be my crush from work… After he had locked and deadlocked his front door, Kazard padded over to the kitchen. He bent over to rummage through the refrigerator. A great way to display my messy backside, Kazard thought to himself as he retrieved a bottle of liquor and container of apple juice. Grimacing at the infantile choice of juiced fruit he poured himself a drink, gulped it down, and then poured himself another. He considered briefly whether to call in sick for work tomorrow, and spend the rest of the evening drinking his sorrows away. He shook his head, No… this isn’t a valid way of dealing with this. Arya might be blackmailing me, but if this gets too out of hand I could call the police… But then my life will get turned upside down and I’ll still probably end up losing my job… I think I’m just going to have to wait this out...
  11. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  12. Chapter 3 The tip of Scott’s tail happily twitched as he descended downstairs into the den. Plopping himself down on an oversized bean bag with bottle in paw he leaned over to grab the remote and began flipping through his collection of children’s tv shows. Finally settling on a personal favorite of his childhood, Dexter’s Laboratory (unsurprisingly), he happily settled down in his comfy seat. He lifted the tip of the bottle to his lips and closed his eyes, as he began to suckle on the bottle. As any other feline, he loved to spoil himself with whole milk. The warmth of the liquid along with the additive he had put in caused his body to tingle as the warmth of the liquid seeped into his insides, making his belly feel nice and comfortable. Padding the front of his diaper, he grinned around the nipple of the bottle as he sucked, knowing that all too soon he’d be putting the fluffy underpants around his waist to good use. After finishing a little over three quarters of the bottle he began to feel full, but he continued until he had finished the entire bottle. Scott wanted to be sure that his padding would be used as intended after all. Placing the bottle next to him on the floor, Scott settled back down onto the beanbag and began to doze lightly as he barely paid attention to what was occurring on the television. He began to think about how brilliant the remote design he had found was. It worked on a very basic algorithm based on Newton’s law of inertia, essentially setting the inertia of all objects on the planet to zero while still maintaining proper ratios of molecular vibration, that being the emission of heat. After around twenty minutes however, his thoughts were brought to a more pressing matter, that pressing matter being his bladder. He decided that he’d try and ride it out as long as he possibly could instead of just letting go. After all, he thought to himself, I need to know if Dexter will be able to get himself out of the predicament he had gotten himself into. The reflexive thought of needing to go to the bathroom crossed his mind, but he shook his head with a mischievous grin on his muzzle. I’m too busy to go to the potty, he thought, TV is so much more important than silly things like potty training, after all what would my diaper be for if I didn’t need to use it? Slowly but surely the pressure began to build. Finally he decided that it was time to release once the pressure was beginning to get uncomfortable. Scott let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed completely. At first his body resisted, unused to being allowed to release in a situation where normally he would be concerned with wetting the chair. But incrementally, he was able to relax completely, and he could see a warmth spreading throughout the front of his diaper. He slid down a little bit, forcing the absorbent insides of the diaper against himself as an incredibly vulnerable feeling washed over him. He let out his breath in huffs and grabbed the front of his diaper as his stream began to relax. He looked down to see that he had quite thoroughly soaked the padding around his legs. But even as he watched the yellow faded from the front, indicating that the diaper had much more potential. He could still feel the warm wetness in the front of his crotch. He moaned in ecstasy and happiness. Scott had finally done what he’d spent his entire life dreaming of since he had been a child. He had returned to being a helpless baby who could do little else than sit and diddle in his diapers. He pushed his legs together, wanting to fully experience the feeling of having a warm, wet diaper. He rubbed his chest fur gently as he slid a paw down and onto the front of his padding, gently squeezing it around himself. Letting out a sigh the leopard leaned back and dozed for what he imagined couldn’t have been more than an hour, for as he awoke he looked at the time on the television to see that it was 5:00 P.M. He yawned and stretched, moving around to allow himself to feel the slightly colder and heavier diaper around his waist. As he did so he inadvertently let out yet another warm stream of urine. “Wow” Scott said aloud, “those pills are pretty darn effective to be causing me to wet almost uncontrollably. Good thing I had my diaper on!” Once he had finished he squeezed the front of his diaper again, noticing that it had grown to a much larger size, now slightly hindering his ability to walk without a waddle. Grabbing his bottle, he decided that he’d make his ways upstairs in a much more fitting fashion than simply walking. Holding the nipple of the bottle in his teeth, Scott crawled towards the stairs and started to walk up them on all fours, waving his wet and padded tush in the air as he did. He giggled to himself, feeling incredibly childish for doing such a thing. As he reached the top of the stairs, he reached up and opened the door. He almost fell back down the stairs as he saw what waited at the top of them.
  13. Chapter 10 Arya! Arya had noticed the light silver furred fox with the cute pink-tinted glasses the moment he had walked in on his first day, appearing slightly apprehensive during his first day of work. She’d quickly picked up on his existence, and from how flustered he acted during their first conversation and the flush that rushed to his cheeks she knew that he found her attractive. This greatly pleased the orange fox, for Arya loved indulging herself in domination of others. Her outward appearance gave little hint as to what her true pleasures were, as she was always perky, attentive, and ready to help those around her. Although caring and generous on the outside, her lust for the subordination of others often crept into the fantasies crowding her mind when alone by herself, able to indulge in her wildest fantasies. That’s why when that cute little helpless fluff ball of a fox started working there, she set her sights on him early. She’d always made sure to sneak up on him, always keep him second guessing himself and perhaps even allow him to gaslight his own senses whenever she caught him while he was distracted. However, things started taking a turn that even she didn’t expect. During the week where she had decided to approach the fox about potentially inviting him over to her place or going out for lunch sometime, she had noticed some odd behavior. After first, after Kazard had explained his medical malady, she was greatly concerned for the fox. She had begun to wonder whether all of the kinky ideas she had in store for him, were he to be willing, were really the best idea for him to experience. She didn’t want something that was fun for her and hopefully humiliating for him escalated into something serious. But things continued to get stranger and stranger as she observed him more and more. For about a week she noticed that he seemed to make a particularly uncomfortable looking face when sitting down, as if the chair he were about to recline on had thumbtacks glued to its surface. But almost as suddenly as she started to notice this weird mannerism it disappeared, but she found out later that it was to be replaced with an even stranger one. After she had checked herself in to work that following week, she padded up quietly to his work station, finding that he was already quite occupied with the circuits that he was attempting to fix. She stood in the doorway, watching him unnoticed by the silver fox as he let out a small growl of frustration as his project seemed to behave in a manner unsatisfactory to him. She watched with curiosity as he raised one of his paws to his mouth, and then to her confusion she saw his frustration suddenly disappear from his face almost immediately as he slipped his thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it in earnest, a small whimper coming from his throat as his eyelids drooped. Baffled, she walked up to him and asked pointedly, “Hi Kaz! What are you doing?” The fox looked up at her, still dazed, then down at his thumb lodged in his mouth. His eyes widened with realization and fear and he quickly pulled his thumb out of his maw with a small popping noise, looking thoroughly embarrassed. He sputtered out an excuse. “I-I uhh nicked my thumb on the motherboard so uh… I was just getting some saliva on it that’s all.. It hurt…” Arya smirked, and in a joking tone replied, “Awww poor baby, here let me see how bad it is.” The fox stiffly shook his head now, a nervous laugh coming out choked out of his throat as he replied shakily,”N-No no I’m fine! Really I was just kind of half lost in thought about my project anyway and I just was biting my thumb as a nervous habit as well… I really am totally fine!” Curiouser and curiouser… thought Arya, as she smiled and shook her head in amusement at his nervousness. He seems to be pretty intent on being left alone these days… In fact I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed it earlier… But what on earth could this total twig of a fox be hiding? Out of the corner of her eye that following week she had caught him suckling his thumb several times, but decided not to approach him directly about it again. I don’t want to scare the poor thing after all… Plus I have a feeling if I come on too strong he wouldn’t like that anyway… Still… The following week she caught the fox in the break room, reaching up on a higher shelf to grab a bowl. She padded past him, bumping into him in a friendly manner and reaching up next to him to help him acquire the bowl. She had expected to feel the stiffness of his thighs and perhaps the firm softness of his buttocks as she bumped closely against him. But instead she felt a distinct squish of some sort of material that was on top of his behind. What on earth was that? What is he smuggling mashed potatoes into his pants or something? And why did his underwear feel so thick… Does he get cold down there easily or something? It’s not even that cold in here… A few days later she arrived at work to hear Aaron’s obnoxious laughter echoing down the halls and through the rooms. After signing in she had come to investigate after realizing that the laughter was coming from Kaz’s workstation. She walked in as the horse let out a guffaw. “You mean to tell me that you weren’t sucking your thumb? Nervous habit, schmervous habit that’s still the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever heard about Kazo!” Seeing Arya in the room Aaron walked over and placed a hoof on her shoulder, supporting himself as he continued to laugh boisterously. Arya grimaced, and picked the horse’s hoof off of her shoulder with her finger and her thumb, like she were handling a particularly nasty looking banana peel. She glanced over at Kazard, who as usual sat stiffly in his work station chair, trying to keep himself composed. Upon seeing her in the room as well he had blushed profusely, doing little to steady his voice as he replied,”L-look Aaron I don’t come over to your corner and bother you about your own work quirks so stop getting off at mine! And… Hi Arya…” She smiled back at him cooly, giving him a wink and turning over her shoulder to tell Aaron, “Hey by the way, the boss needs you. He told me nobody’s sucked up to him in the past ten minutes and he was getting antsy, that sounds like something you could help with.” Aaron shook his head, and staggered out the door, still laughing loudly. Ironically though, as Arya heard his hoofbeats fade away as he drew further away, he did seem to be headed in the direction of their boss’ office. Turning back to Kaz, she smiled at him knowingly, before walking off in the direction of her own workstation. The look of slight panic and desperation on the fox’s face as she had turned to face him amused her greatly. She knew he was afraid that she would ask why he suddenly became so fixated with sucking his thumb, but she knew better than to ask so directly. Even if it took every ounce of her self-restraint, for she was emphatically curious as to why he had so suddenly picked up this habit. That afternoon though, a plan started to formulate in her mind. She had finally decided that she would have to do a little bit of investigation herself, feeling as though any direct approach would only warrant the fox more discomfort and awkward feelings between the two, something she didn’t want to happen quite yet. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted, did she want him as a boyfriend? A friend? Just a coworker? A sex slave? Fuck buddy? She didn’t know. The burning curiosity inside of her as to why the fox had suddenly begun behaving so suspiciously prevented her from seeing her desires clearly. By the third Friday since the thumb sucking had first been noticed, she had made up her mind. She had clocked out about 15 minutes early that day, and sat waiting in her car like a bird of prey, unmoving and waiting to see her shy silver furred fox come out of the building and into his car. His gait seemed awkward, as if he were… Is he… waddling? It was true that his head and shoulders seemed to shift from side to side as he walked, as if he were carrying something particularly unpleasant between his legs. Is this about that strange thing I felt when I bumped into him the other day? Is he smuggling drugs to work in his underwear or something? What if he’s doing something illegal… Arya started up her engine, and following just far enough away from Kazard’s car followed him home that way, her heart racing every time she lost vision of him through the sea of traffer. Her luck won out however, and she was able to stay far enough away from him to prevent suspicion yet close enough to be able to see what turns he made. She circled around his block once, twice before parking it a ways down the street and sprinting silently up to his front door. Her tail swished excitedly behind her, the only bit of movement her body displayed as she crept around the front and peeked her head over the window sill, kneeling behind the bushes underneath his living room window. What met her eyes widened them like dinner plates. Standing there in the living room stood the silver fox, carelessly stripping his clothes off and dumping them on his couch unceremoniously. He leaned forward, pulling his pants down and shamelessly displayed what appeared to be a thoroughly used white diaper. Arya crouched down once again and turned her back against the wall, leaning on it and sliding down until she landed on her bottom, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly ajar. Of course! She thought excitedly to herself, That’s why it felt like he had mashed potatoes in his pants! She drew a paw over her muzzle, and giggled to herself silently. Ewwwww… she thought, grinning widely, no wonder the poor thing always seems to be so on edge… he’s obviously severely incontinent! But wait… she thought further, her eyebrows furrowing as her mind raced, He never used to be this awkward before… His incontinence must be a recent occurrence… Maybe that condition he was talking about also included incontinence and he just didn’t tell me the full details? She got off of her behind and brushed a few bits of dirt and leaves off of her pants and crept over to the door again, peeking around the corner of the front porch. She now saw that his living room was now empty along with the clothes he had flung on top of his couch. Experimentally, she wrapped her paw around his front door knob and tried turning it. To her surprise, the door silently swung open. She caught her breath, mentally steadied herself and entered his house. Hearing noises from upstairs she silently crept up to the second floor, soft paw pads landing delicately on each step as she turned her ears from side to side, trying to figure out in what room Kaz was in. Come on fox… I know you’re in here… Show me your secrets! She thought to herself, and rounding a corner once up the stairs, she slowly pushed open the door to what she discovered to be his bedroom. The silver fox sat kneeling next to his bed wearing nothing but a large, white diaper as he scribbled away on a notepad set atop an old looking wooden box. Arya licked her lips and then, in a clear, no nonsense voice asked, ”Kazzy, why didn’t you tell me that you were such a big baby?” The fox practically shrieked as he turned around, dropping his pen and pad of paper as he scrambled backwards away from the orange fox, bumping his head hard on his bedside table. The fox stood in the doorway at her full height, a good three inches taller than Kazard, her arms on her hips and a stern expression on her face, with just the hint of a sly smile pulling at her lips. The fox grabbed his head and grimaced in pain at the impact, breathing quickly. It poured out of him, all of it. He spluttered how it wasn’t his fault, how one day he just found the box in his living room, how he didn’t know he was agreeing to anything but opening the box, how he had tried to reason and bargain with it, and how no matter how he tried to play his cards the box always seemed to get the better end of the deals and further humiliated him, one way or another. The orange fox’s mind whirled. Magic? Diapers? A sentient box? Did the silver fox go mad? Strangely enough though, she believed him. His odd behavior, his aversion towards placing his paws anywhere near his crotch, that one time she caught him when he thought no one was looking pawing at his crotch, how he had rushed home early that one time, and how at times he seemed to have a slight waddle when moving from place to place. The orange fox grinned, and gears began turning in her head. Even if he’s just trying to make up silly stories about the box, I’ve got him where I want him now. Whatever the truth is he definitely has some sort of fixation with this situation. And now I’ve got all the cards in my deck!
  14. Chapter 9 Arousing Suspicion The next work day started off and felt off, at least to the well-diapered silver furred fox who rolled up to work wearing a pair of diapers with no keys on the top two tapes the following Wednesday. He had discovered through experimentation over that Tuesday which he had called in sick on, that once the diaper was completely untapped, one of the keys from the tabs disappeared. This comforted him only slightly, as he realized that he could at least readjust tapes and modify his diaper slightly. Still… Once I put one on… I can only change twice, and of course the reset time comes at midnight... During his day off he had decided to exhaust the number of changes quickly as an experiment to see how the twice every day rule worked. Once he had exhausted the number of changes, he found that he couldn’t pull off the tapes or tug the diaper down his legs no matter how hard he tried. Whatever magic is in that box it really doesn’t like to budge at all… As he walked into his work building and settled down at his workstation, he ran a paw absentmindedly over the front of his padding, squeezing it gently. He had picked up this habit over the days of wearing the chastity cage, still unfamiliar with the lack of feeling and stimulation he experienced when touching himself. He started as a voice shook him out of his reverie. “Hiya Kaz! I’m glad you’re looking better at least, did you do anything fun on your day off?” Kazard looked up to meet the gaze of Arya, who stood leaning against the wall close to the corner. She stared at him, her usual expression of kindness and concern painted across her face. Something nagged in the back of Kazard’s mind, a sneaking suspicion perhaps? He wasn’t quite sure what the emotion was. Quite smoothly he replied, ”U-Uhh n-no nothing interesting in particular… J-just did some shopping and stayed at home mostly…” Damn it… I didn’t even bargain the box for anything for it to inhibit the way I talk but I’m so damn nervous about this whole diaper situation I can’t even speak straight! Arya’s brow furrowed slightly, a small smile forming on her muzzle. Was that a look of confusion or bemusement? Kazard was not sure whether he read the expression correctly. He watched her tail swish behind her almost flirtatiously as she padded away from him, leaving his head in a swirl of turned on emotions of confusion. Naturally, Aaron decided to enter the scene at that point along with his boss, and Kazard got to enjoy a ten minute session of being chewed out for leaving work early the previous day and calling in sick the following. He was only able to stammer out a few pathetic excuses about feeling extremely ill which his boss thoroughly ignored, much to the apparent amusement of the horse standing next to him. The rest of the week was hardly smooth sailing from there, Arya always seemed to be hovering around Kaz when he least expected it, she had dropped by while he was messing twice, unbeknownst to her he hoped. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, but he could swear her eyes wandered to his oddly raised tails and fixated on his slight grimace the second time. It didn’t help that his voice was often rather squeaky when his body took him by surprise and emptied his bowels into the seat of his diapers. Still, her face didn’t betray any realizations which was the only thing that comforted the silver fox. One day he had used his diapers so much he had to consciously remind himself not to waddle out of the door at the end of the work day as to not give himself away. This further pressed the mess against his fur, making the clean up after work an incredibly annoying ordeal. He was pretty sure that Arya had caught him absentmindedly waddling at one point when he went to the break room. He had caught her eye, a bagel in his mouth, and turned his face completely crimson which was poorly hidden by his pink tinted glasses. Why is she suddenly everywhere? I understand that she was concerned before about my lies about my health but now… I know I like her back too but can I really handle getting her attention in the current situation I’m in? What if she finds out I’m being forced to wear diapers… God… I’d never be able to live it down… That Friday things seemed to reach a climax when Arya had strolled into his work space on her round of grabbing lunch for everybody and he had had a paw on his diapered front, squeezing it slightly as he was attempting to feel himself through his cage while nobody, in his mind, was looking. He had gasped in surprise and quickly drew his paw away, but he feared the damage was done. Although he believed that she didn’t see him groping himself, her eyes did seem to wander to and linger the faint outline of the diaper underneath his work clothes. Her eyes had narrowed briefly, but only for an instant. She spoke of nothing out of sorts and deposited his sandwich on the top of a desk with a sweet smile. She had even winked at him, causing him to visibly gulp. Once more red in the face with shame and filled with embarrassment, excitement, and not a small degree of frustration he could barely focus on his work and had sat down in his car against a very mushy diaper seat with his thoughts chasing themselves. Does she know? Why did she stare down at my crotch like that? Did she smell anything? GOD WHY AM I SO FLUSTERED!? Do I want her to know? Would she be okay with knowing that and still interested in seeing me? Can I even had sex anymore with this box controlling me? God what if I messed during sex! What if she finds me repulsive? After almost running through several red lights, and blowing quite a few stop signs, he arrived home and threw his bag aside after shutting and locking the door. He stormed upstairs, and spent the next half hour cleaning himself up. Before putting on his fresh diaper, the silver fox picked at the cage around his cock, examining it closely. Eyebrows furrowed, he peered at it through his glasses. With a claw he raised up a latch, and to his utter confusion the cage dropped off of his penis, freeing him from its stiff confines. IT DIDN’T LOCK?! He looked around in complete confusion, feeling a little sheepish at not thinking to try and take it off sooner. The device that prevented him from cumming during his messes could actually come off for him to be able to pleasure himself? At least now I know I have to wear it for work... Instinctively he picked up a diaper before he peed on his own bathroom floor. Once more, however, a change came over his diapers. Not only were there keys on the tapes, but now right on the front of the crotch area of the diaper was a pink heart with a keyhole on its front. More magical pictures on these things? But… What does this one mean? He glanced down at his member, completely flaccid and hanging rather pathetically after being confined for almost over a week. He tried playing around with it, filling his mind with erotic thoughts and ideas. Nothing. He reached over to pick up his phone and quickly brought up some of his most visited pornographic content. Still nothing. That’s odd… I’d think after such a long period of nothing I’d be stiff almost immediately… With a degree of suspicion he rediapered himself. As soon as the last diaper tape had landed, and the second key symbol vanished for today, he felt the blood rush into his penis, within seconds he had a raging boner. GREAT. He exited the bathroom, sat down in front of his computer and booted up a web browser. Soon the fox was staring transfixed at the pornographic imagery displayed on his monitor. He looked down, and tried to grope himself a little bit more aggressively than he had previously. He felt his cock throb. “Oh you can’t be serious!” the fox yelled out loud, as he finally figured out what the box’s intentions had been with the cage. The damned thing hadn’t actually decided to have him live chastely, it had determined that his only option to get pleasure would be through his diapers. The fox harrumphed and began to paw at his now stiffened member anxiously, staring at the images on his computer and occasionally moving down to gaze at others further down the page. He clicked through several categories of fetishes on the website, eager for something particularly exotic that afternoon to allow him to finish in front of his diapers, something that he worried might even be impossible for him to do. His mind became lost in the lustful imagery and he found himself approaching climax. Click. Click. Click. His mouse perusing the website, looking at various female furs in bondage, being used in various subordinate positions, and to his slight surprise he found a tab dedicated towards diapered furs. This is an actual fetish? He thought to himself, as his curiosity got the best of him. He didn’t cease groping and stroking the front of his diapers as his eyes scanned the various infantilized adult foxes, cats, and canines. With a sudden throb he gasped and found himself finishing overwhelmingly forcefully into the front of his diapers, his hips instinctively bucking forwards as his eyes fluttered before he slumped in his chair. Faintly, his mind formed the words, what is this box doing to me? I just came across pictures of furs in diapers! It’s almost as if it's getting into my head… He stood up, feeling slightly guilty at what pleasures he had just indulged in and walked over to his bedroom. I just need to sleep this off I think… Today… is not a good day… As he fell into bed, wearing nothing but his now slightly stickier diapers, his mind went back to Arya’s look as she had been standing by his desk. He suspected that she might have suspected his odd behavior wasn’t all that he had told her and had come to investigate. I haven’t been caught directly just yet… But still… What if she asks me about it next week? What if she asks me if I wear diapers? What if… What if… His mind drifted, and he felt himself sinking into sleep. The front of his diapers swelled and grew warmer as he helplessly wet into his diapers. His mind remained uneasy in his dreams as he saw himself standing in his office, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and his diapers. Aaron was grimacing and nudging his colleagues and pointing at him, while Arya stood in front of him as well, holding a paw in front of her face to hide an obvious amused smile. He whimpered, and looked down to realize what they were all snickering about. He had soaked the front of his diapers, and to his horror, was leaking out of the sides. He tried to cover himself with his paws, even trying to pull his shirt down over his padding but found that no matter what he did he couldn’t properly hide himself from those who stared at him. He woke up in a cold sweat, the day’s occurrences flooding back into his mind, before he sighed wearily and slumped back down into his pillows. This time, he wasn’t bothered by dreams, and allowed himself to rest properly.
  15. Chapter 2 Scott grinned to himself, his tail twitched in excited anticipation. He decided that he would start slow, after all, he first had to figure out how things felt as well as his tolerance before he would see if any of his other inventions could become potentially useful in making his weekend just that more relaxing. He took out a package of diapers labeled, "playtime diapers" ripping the packaging open and inhaling the smell of baby powder, he slipped a paw inside the package and extracted a diaper unfolding it. Sliding his paw pads through the soft, absorbent interior of the diaper, he took a moment to admire the craftsmanship. He imagined in his head how comfortable and secure his jewels and behind will feel when he'd allow himself to put it on. He thought about how his movement would be just slightly hindered and how the diaper would constantly remind him of its presence as it pressed up against him with every small and subtle movement he made. Scott had read many stories about this exact feeling on the internet, he had seen many pictures and videos of others just like him indulging in their secret pleasures. The only difference was that Scott now had an opportunity to actually experience it himself. Scott turned and walked up the stairs, taking two at a time, and opened the door to his bedroom. Diaper still in paw, he closed the door behind him, grabbed a towel from his bathroom and placed it on his bed to make a makeshift changing table. He quickly stripped from his work clothes, hanging his shirt and tie on a clothes hanger and throwing his pants and buckle on a chair. Finally, he took off his underwear, and stood completely naked in the middle of the room. He looked over into a mirror, admiring his feline body. Although a little on the scrawny side, Scott was pretty happy with the way he looked. Not crazily attractive, but attractive enough to get the occasional appraising look from the men and women at his workplace. He brought his mind back to the task at paw, he let his soft bottom drop onto the towel, and rolled onto his back. His excitement could hardly be contained, and anybody looking into the room would have seen it as Scott unfolded the diaper. Expertly lifting his bottom up he slid the backseat of the diaper underneath himself. Then, he deftly pulled the diaper over himself, pushing down on his crotch to get a comfortable fit and then taping himself up snug on both sides. Scott grinned and groped the front of his diaper, relishing the feeling between his legs. The soft, tender touch of the absorbent, almost thirsty lining of his diaper made him feel incredibly comfortable. The tension caused by work and adult responsibility in his brain slowly eased and melted away as he knew that he could relax his body completely and not worry about a single thing, not even having to get up and use the bathroom. Why would he have to? His bathroom was right where he was, he didn't have to go anywhere or do anything. Scott pushed himself off the bed and drew himself up, looking at himself in the mirror and testing the flexibility of his padding and admiring how the diaper wrapped itself around his midsection, giving perfect security to any accidents the leopard might have now that he was in a more infantile mind-set. Grabbing the front of the diaper again the cat groaned in pleasure, he turned around and admired his now much cushier, pattern backside. He gave it a slap, and giggled in pleasure as the slap made a plastic, crinkly noise against his paw. The cat exited his bedroom, shutting the door as the sun moved down the horizon amidst frozen clouds in the sky. As he descended he listened with glee to the swish and crinkle of his new under garments. They're much more suitable for me, he thought to himself, a baby needs his diapers just in case he might have an accident! As he spoiled himself with babyish thoughts, he glanced at the boxes still in the living room. “I think I'll take it slow,” he said aloud to himself, "One thing at a time." He padded over to his kitchen, his tail floating smoothly in the air as light as a feather, protruding from his well padded behind. He walked over to a cabinet, making sure to push his cushioned crotch against the bottom drawers as a reminder to his current state and opened up a cabinet door. Behind several bottles of cooking wine he had stashed some pharmaceutical grade diuretics. "Hydrochlorothiazide is a chemical substance that causes your body to increase production of urine in order to rid itself of excess dihydrogen monoxide and various salts," Scott mused aloud, "Or in cases like me make sure that little babies make proper use of their special underpants.” Putting the jar of diuretic pills and a jug of milk on the kitchen counter, Scott padded back over to the living room to fetch one of the oversized baby bottles and nipples in the big brown boxes. Returning to the kitchen, he poured the milk into several glasses and put them in the microwave to warm up. "After all," Scott announced to nobody but himself, "Little babies like me couldn't drink cold milk straight from the jug, could they?" Shortly after, the microwave dinged, and Scott extracted the glasses of milk, absentmindedly taking a sip from one of them to test its temperature. Scott grabbed the jar of diuretics and shook out a few pills. He took out four of the pills and plopped one neatly into the tall glasses of milk, after stirring each with a spoon he poured them into the large baby bottle, and snapped the lid on. Shaking some out onto his wrist just to check the temperature again, Scott licked up the drops off of himself and smiled broadly. "I think" he said aloud once more, "That this will be one of the most memorable weekends of my life!"
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