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Suraksha II: Changes

Aditya Johar woke up to the unfamiliar sound of nothing and the familiar feeling of a wet bulge between his legs. It was a Sunday, so he did not work. He stretched out his chocolate-furred arms and yawned a great yawn, his cute buck teeth pointing up almost to the ceiling. The bunny had no clock in his room save for his phone, but he had turned it off specifically for this moment: silence. No alarm summoning him back from dreamland or cacophony of text alerts screaming through his phone; mostly from his mother. Although he was in need of a change the lapine stayed curled up in the cozy embrace of his bedsheets, wanting to enjoy the moment for just a bit longer. He languidly melted his body into the warm mattress and tried desperately to surrender himself to sleep again, but he could not. He let a paw drop down to pat his diaper; he had definitely peed in the night and would have wet the bed were he not padded. Finally deciding that the day should be seized Adit flung the comforter off of his body and stood up. The bunny gave another long stretch and touched his toes, his padding gave a crinkle as he did so. He took the wet garment in his paws, slid it off expertly, and tossed it into the trashcan. Still half-awake the rabbit glanced at his phone and considered turning it on.

It can wait, he decided, and went to take his shower in the adjacent bathroom.

The rabbit reached behind the clear, plastic shower curtain and turned it on: he knew better than to be directly under the nozzle when it first came on. With a whoosh the nozzle awakened and shot a wide jet of searing water into the tub. After a few moments, he trepidatiously put his paw into the water to check the temperature before hopping inside the shower. He exhaled audibly, as if trying to eliminate all of the residual anxiety in his body as he tried to enjoy the shower. He lathered up his lithe paws with soap and began to cleanse himself from yesterday's filth and grime. Aditya liked to start with his ears, since they were long and required extra attention; they also added an extra foot to his otherwise mundane height of five-five. The rabbit placed both of his paws at either side of his left ear's base and slid upward, coating the large appendage in soapy remnants and pushing the brown fur aside with his sudsy fingertips. Once he reached the tip of his ear he slid it through the water to rise it, then repeated with the right ear. The hot water felt amazingly refreshing, creating cascades through his short, mocha-colored coat. It travelled in rivulets over his slender, long chest and along his navel before running between his thighs and running down into the drain. The rabbit was, visually, quite plain; simply a warm dark brown with only a palm-sized white circle between his shoulder blades, a mark which everyone in the Johar family had somewhere on their pelt.

The calming rush of the water make Aditya rather tranquil, and his body subconsciously responded to the attention by releasing a small stream of its own; remnants of his morning urine not previously dribbled into last night's diaper running freely out of his flaccid member and into the drain. The rabbit rubbed over his back and shoulders, legs and buttocks, and the important parts between his legs and finally his feet. With the constant pressures of his outside life, the few moments where he got to relieve any built-up tension inside of him (such as his Sunday showers) were greatly valued. Satisfied with his shower, Adit stepped out of the tub and grabbed the nearby towel to dry himself.

After putting his towel on the drying rack the buck walks to his underwear closet. Of course, for Aditya underwear meant diapers. Since he was going out today he would need a pull-up: something that would work until he could quickly find a restroom but discreet enough to not be noticed in public. He slid his dexterous paw into the stack of sleek disposables and soon had the discrete diaper up over his pelvis. There it was, the security of not having to worry about embarrassing himself in public today. It made him feel quite serene. Unfortunately, Aditya's comfort was past due to be interrupted and as if to get a head start on today's encroaching chaos, he retrieved his cell phone and pushed his thumb into the power button. The rabbit's device hummed and jingled to life, and was momentarily silent. Then, it hit. Half a dozen slightly off-time copies of the same generic tone surged from the phone's speakers as if they were all scrambling over one another to reach the lapine's long ears first. Text messages. From his mother, the only person who ever messages him about something other than work, and even then just sometimes. With a relenting, soft sigh he opened his messages:

Mom, 6:54am - "Adit, this is mom. Wanted to see if you were doing okay."

Mom, 6:57am - "Adit, did you sleep well last night? Are you getting enough rest with your job?"

Mom, 7:01am - "Your Auntie Sarah is flying in from India today, be sure to come over and say hello. You're such a good boy E:-)"

Mom, 7:07am - "Hello? Are you sleeping? You should make sure you're getting enough rest. You should eat more, Adit. You are so skinny."

Mom, 7:08am - "Aditya I'm sorry you aren't eating well. When you come over to see Auntie Sarah I'll make you some of Nani's flatbread, with garlic. Love you Adit x"

Mom, 7:41am "OK Adit I'm heading to work make sure to text me back, and don't forget about Auntie Sarah today. Love you Aditya xxX"

The cocoa lapine let out an annoyed breath and rubbed the bridge of his twitching nose, yet he couldn't help but smile a little bit; he knew that he should be grateful to have such loving family. Even if they couldn't help but fill his inbox every other week. Aditya stood up straight and gave one more big stretch, then committed to actually getting dressed for the day. First, the deceptive underwear: these were actual ocean-blue boxer-briefs that would maybe give him some kind of minor bulge were he not padded. As it stood, they were only meant to serve as a disguise for his mandatory pull-up. He had experienced very awkward situations before with strangers who were unaware of his condition, and preferred for no more people than was necessary to know about his incontinence. He then finished getting dressed into his comfortable jeans and button-up shirt before leaving his room.

After whipping up a very quick breakfast of toast and marmalade, Aditya gathered his things and unhooked his backpack in preparation to leave the house. He checked inside his backpack, which was mostly empty save for some stationary, a clear plastic sack, and a spare pair of dark jeans. As any diaper-clad adult would agree, it was important for Adit to be prepared to have to change in a public restroom and be able to take the evidence away if necessary. Tucked into a separate inside pocket were a couple of folded pull-ups, thin enough to not be noticeable in the bag. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for the road. He had to go on a couple of errands today, and didn't mind the walk; as sylphlike as he was, the rabbit didn't starve himself or exercise constantly: he was simply a naturally slender male.

Of course, before Adit could leave he had to make sure that the stove and toaster were off and unplugged respectively. They were, of course. Then again, they weren't; not truly. Adit took up the disconnected wire and rolled it in his palm: definitely unplugged. He placed it upon the counter and turned to check the stove, flattening his paw against the burners and checking to ensure the dials aligned with the OFF part exactly. They never did, of course. Stubborn things were always threatening his home. The anxious rabbit repeated this cycle of toaster and stove checking for a good five minutes before he had finally managed to convince himself that they were, in fact, not a danger. He passed through his front door and closed it behind him, slipping his key easily into the lock and turning it. The door responded with an affirmative click, as if to say "OK boss, I'm all locked up!". Except, it didn't. Even if it could Adit would not, could not, believe it. He tested the doorknob, twisting it as if to open it. A futile attempt: the door was locked. Yet, Aditya tried to open the portal again to get into his abode. Failure, just as before. No matter how he tugged and pulled, the sturdy wooden door stuck fast in the doorway; unmoving and unrelenting it its efforts to keep out trespassers and OCD-suffering rabbits alike. Finally, out a combination of frustration and mental exertion, Aditya released the doorknob for the last time and stroke out of his apartment building fueled by a spur of self-confidence that everything was fine.

First on the agenda; the rabbit needed more pull-ups for work. Unlike some furs he knew online, he didn't feel the need to discreetly order them on the internet and have them left in a non-descriptive box. At least he worked in another part of town, so no one he regularly interacted with who wasn't family would find out. Of course, the rabbit had occasionally indulged himself in a more extravagant purchase of patterned padding: for a little extra fun, he was willing to pay a premium.

However, upon reaching the crossing to get to his local pharmacy Aditya was forced to stop. He had almost walked straight into road work, being so lost in his own thoughts as he was. The lapine gave a small, muted exhalation: he hated change and being forcibly redirected on his course definitely qualified as such. Resigned, he took a swig from his water bottle and diverted himself towards slightly long and less-convenient way around to the local pharmacy. He arrived at his local drugstore, but just as he reached for the door a flustered-looking silver ram came bustling out; he looked like he was desperately trying to hide a bag of thick overnight diapers. The rabbit had seen this caprine a few times lately; perhaps he was recovering from some kind of accident and now needed protective wear.

Maybe he'll learn to love them, mused Aditya, internally. Did I lock the door? interjected his brain, forcing him to re-imagine his repetitive actions in order to stem the flow of dread slowly seeping into him.

It was not terribly busy, for it was a Sunday. A minor wave of relief came over the usually-nervous rabbit as he noticed the cashier today was a female weasel: she always seemed the most understanding of his condition. He walked through the isles of anti-aging cream and birth control to reach the adult incontinence section. For a fleeting instant he felt an icy knife imbed within his heart: what if they were out of his usual brand? Fortunately, the ice melted as they were there. It was almost odd how his diaper usage, mandatory as it was, could give him such peace of mind. The bunny retrieved the package, turning it over in his paws. Not wanting to waste too much time, he approached the register where the mustelid employee awaited him. Her face lit up at his friendly, familiar face.

"Morning, Adit! How's it going today?" asked the weasel, her professionally-rehearsed smalltalk accented with just a tad more genuine concern than was usual.

The rabbit smiled back at the employee "It's going well, thanks. Yourself?"

"Oh, I'm just fine." she responded, dutifully scanning and bagging up the packet of disposables. "Hey, thank you so much for managing to unlock my computer the other day; I really couldn't have afforded to lose that essay for English".

"You're quite welcome. It's my job, after all: it was no trouble" the lapine informed her, a little air of pride in his voice. He was really quite good at his job, after all. He paid for his item and took the bag that was now being offered toward him. "Have a nice day!" he wished.

"You too!" replied the cashier, giving a wave as she returned to browsing social media on her cellphone while waiting for another customer to appear.

Once outside of the store, Adit stowed the adult pull-ups in his backpack and then conservatively checked the status of his currently in-use disposable by stretching out his waistband and taking a furtive peek towards his groin, even slipping a quick paw down to feel the front of his crotch.. Still dry. Happy that he had yet to have an accident, the pleased bunny sauntered off to the mall to get tea.

The local mall was pretty much dead, on account of the early time of day. Regardless, the same old regulars were there; emphasis on old. The elderly were always here before any actual customers, walking their usual patrols around the perimeter of the stores in an effort to get some exercise and company before the collective rabble arrived in a couple of hours. The tea store, and the cafés, were of course open at this time: people will need their caffeine after all. Aditya was running low on tea and therefore hustled over the tea store to get some more of his usual blend; black ethically-sourced Darjeeling. When he got to the store however, he was mortified to find that the store was bustling: apparently there was some kind of sale that enough people cared about to warrant crowding into a relatively small establishment. The lapine was not afraid of crowds, or even people in general, but this mass of furs was not usual for this time on this day: the unexpected surge gave his stomach a little turn as he managed to work his way into the store. The rabbit finished off his water bottle and placed it into the plastic recycling receptacle before attempting to breach the front door.

Once he had finally managed to wriggle his way into the shop proper, he realized the source of the flash mob: it was the Tea Lover's monthly meeting today! Furs of every species and pattern were sitting and standing around with cups of the fragrant drink, chatting excitedly about other times they had enjoyed the very beverage they currently supped. This was different; different was strange and strange was anathema to Adit.

I'll just get my tea and leave, thought the flustered bunny.

Unfortunately for Adit, the chaos wasn't done with him yet as he stared with dismay at the blank spot on the shelf labelled as Black Darjeeling (E.S.). He could feel his ears droop: surely things couldn't get worse.

The employee that was available was actually the manager of the store: an American red fox starting to get a few streaks of silver in his fur, but would still be quite the catch if Aditya liked the idea of older males as romantic partners, not that the lapine would know anything about that. The vulpine readjusted his glasses to sit more firmly on his long snoot and gave the rabbit a wave of salutation.

"Morning Adit! Here for the meeting?" he inquired, nodding to the haphazard semi-circle of conversing anthros amid a perfumed haze not unlike a hookah lounge.

The brown buck shook his head "No, Vince: I just need the usual if you've got it. And a hot yerba maté to go please." he implored, hoping that they might have what he needed in storage.

The fox set about mixing the relatively simple drink as he responded "Sorry Adit, we got shorted a bunch of teas yesterday and that was one of them. We won't have any until tomorrow I'm afraid. Would you like something else?" he offered, setting the water to boil.

The rabbit groaned under his breath; it was beginning to be one of those days. His big, brown eyes looked around the products. He wished that things could just be as they were before, as they should have been. Aditya felt his heart rate quicken at the prospect of having to purposefully alter from his predetermined preference. He glanced over the other many, varied labels of tea: he would either have to do without (an unfortunately alluring option) or bite the bullet and make a different choice.

The unnerved lapine tried to rationalize stepping away from his regular blend. I should try to pick something that is as close to the tea I want, or I won't have any at all. Early Grey is similar enough, he thought it's black, it's best hot, and it has cloves and citrus in it. They are almost the same tea. Probably come from the same place, he considered, doing his utmost to convince himself that this minor change would likely not result in disaster. "I'll take 12 ounces of Earl Grey, please." he offered, resigning himself to the counter until his order was ready.

With his teas purchased, Aditya wanted to find someplace quiet to relax for a bit. Although his maté was freshly poured, the rabbit had zero qualms about imbibing the scalding liquid; relishing the fresh-scented liquid warming his throat and chest. He sat on a bench and closed his eyes: it was still mostly silent at the mall save for the gentle (if generic) jazzy muzak that reverberated throughout the hallways. He closed his eyes and relaxed as best he could, enjoying his new beverage as a suitable replacement to the water he brought with him earlier. It was at this moment that something very strange happened that almost made the poor bunny moan in frustration. He heard a loud, agitated-sounding fur talking into his cellphone; the bunny's large ears made it almost impossible to not hear the conversation. Relinquishing his peace (he wasn't home of course, and couldn't enforce such an environment) he opened his eyes and looked at the source of the irritation.

The source was a smaller anthro, a mouse, pacing back and forth along the same few square feet of the floor. Aditya figured him to be no more than four foot six inches tall and was, like himself, relatively slight. His long, lightly-furred tail swished erratically about his legs; what wasn't covered by clothing revealed the fur pattern to be a mixture of black splotches on a light gray base coat. His ears and paws sported the same amount of fur as his tail; thin but not entirely hairless like a rat. His triangular snout twitched, normal for a rodent but in this case it was just another symptom of the murine's shot nerves. His smart, crisp white shirt was ruffled and partially untucked; he looked like he was very distraught. Aditya didn't realize it, but he was no longer seeking to identify the source of the noise: he was staring at the adorable young (albeit disheveled) adult male. He simply felt compelled to gaze at the cute critter, his large chocolate eyes taking in as much of the sight as he could. For a moment, as long as it was, he forgot all of his stressors: work, family, and anxiety and just enjoyed the muted calm of enjoying the view of this pretty, panicky rodent.

"...Yes, this is he. Thank you for calling, how can I...I don't understand, I paid on time the same way I do every year why wou...yes, Sir, but I..." the mottled murine stammered, clearly flustered by whoever was on the other side of that call. "You're saying that there's an arrest warrant for...I see. Well, c-can we find a way to pay back the taxes I missed? I don't want to get into any more trouble, Sir..."

That snapped Aditya back into reality. He recognized the call immediately. Although he didn't know who specifically was on the line, he identified the caller's purpose at once: a scammer. There were many telephone scams in the world, from claiming that a student loan had been forgiven, to offering a reward for being a good US citizen. Some, however, preferred the stick to the carrot and threatened to throw you in jail for some imagined infraction or non-existent tax evasion. The lapine had dealt with this at work, people who'd lost their money to scam artists or who simply wanted advice in dealing with them. Aditya recognized that he had not been noticed, and he was a stranger to this random mouse that was clearly in a bind. Interrupting would add more complications to his life, more disarray to his already chaotic day.

Yet, wasn't this my job? I should probably help this guy...it's not like today could be worse, and I'd hate for this to happen to a client, he considered, putting his paw on his knee and raising himself up off of the bench to approach the rodent.

"Yes, Sir; of course. I think that can be..." the rodent stopped pacing and looked at the rabbit, giving him a glance up and down. "Hey, Sir can you go on hold for just one second please?" he asked into the plastic and silicon object. When it apparently acquiesced, the twitchy mouse raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the mocha-shaded anthro. "Can I help you, Sir?"

Aditya cleared his throat and put on his professional voice from work "Sir, I need to warn you that the person you are talking to is not a genuine member of the IRS," he explained. "They are a scam artist, trying to steal your money."

"No, they're real. They called and identified themselves as Agent Dan Smith of the FBI, calling on behalf of the IRS. I can't go to jail over unpaid taxes" responded the shaking rodent, clearly not confident in his testimony.

"The IRS will never call you, Sir. It says so on their website that they explicitly don't do that. Tell me, how did they tell you that you could repay the money? Through gift cards, from either grocery stores or online marketplaces?" the rabbit guessed. He'd not heard the other half of the conversation of course, but he'd heard enough of them.

The mouse looked dumbfounded: who was this guy, and how did he know which method of payment he had been told to pursue? Was he right? Was he being scammed? Wrestling with his perceptions, he almost didn't notice a brown-furred paw reaching out towards him.

The brown bunny looked straight into the black and white mouse's eyes, holding his gaze with sincere conviction in his cause. "Sir, may I speak to this 'Dan Smith'?"

The mouse didn't know how to feel. Was he about to hand his phone to a complete stranger, and trust him over a certified federal agent? This seemed like lunacy, and yet...the mouse couldn't help but feel that this was right. He was pretty sure that his taxes were paid, and why would there already be an arrest warrant so early on? Without saying another word, the trembling rodent passed the small device to the strange lapine and watch him closely.

Adit felt a tiny smirk creeping into the corner of his short muzzle: like his video games, this was a game off strategy. Sometimes you needed grace, and tactful mastery of your resources to be successful. Sometimes however, you needed to simply be blunt. He was in his element, and decided to have a little fun. He began by putting the phone on loudspeaker so that the mouse could hear.

"Dan Smith, right?" scoffed the rabbit "You couldn't come up with a less fake-sounding name? Let me guess, you're calling from New Jersey?"

For several tense seconds there was silence, before the phone answered "Yes, that's right. Who is this?"

Aditya quickly calculated the local time in New Jersey based on the local time in his own state "What time is it where you are?" he demanded, not wanting to be distracted. On his computer at work, he would be able to locate the caller's true IP address and send it along with the call to the local authorities, but here his goal was just to dissuade future callers.

Again, the phone made no sound for what appeared to be an eternity before finally giving an answer: apparently Aditya's identity was no longer as relevant as proving themselves to be genuine "Sir, it is 10:24am." The rabbit shared a glance with the young mouse.

"Why did you take so long to answer? Did you have to look up the time online?"

"Sir, we are trying to fix the problem wi-"

"This is a scam. If you are genuine and you want to resolve an issue you'd send a letter. Besides, I can hear people chatting on your end and none of it is in English."

"Sir, if you let me expl-"

Aditya had finally had enough, and spoke quietly and clearly into the speaker some of the phrases that he'd heard his Nani say in her native tongue when she was angry at someone. Suffice to say, they were not words one uses in polite conversations with genuine tax officials. What followed next made the mouse gasp as a torrent of likely-abused spewed forth from the mobile phone in what was clearly an Indian language, most likely Hindi or Bengali depending on the location before the jingled slam of a receiver punctuated the verbal onslaught. Aditya grinned and handed back the rodent's phone. "He shouldn't bother you again."

The mouse didn't know what to say, but he tried anyway to thank the lapine. "I...wow, thanks, dude- I mean, I was sure y'know...it's just- I moved recently for work and I start Monday which is tomorrow and I just came here to check out the local mall before it got busy and then I get this call that says it's the FBI and I'm like oh crap oh crap what do I do and then they said they would take my house and my property because they had a warrant and I was so scared and then you showed up and I'm like oh my God what now..." the murine stopped to take a deep breath, but before he could continue his less-than-eloquently structured ramble he was interrupted by the rabbit.

"My name's Aditya," he said "Aditya Johar, but most people just call me Adit" explained the bunny. Besides wanting to quiet down the panicked monologue, Aditya had found out in the past that it was always better to introduce himself first; that way furs would here him pronounced his name correctly as 'ah-deet-ya joe-harr' and not in the dozen incorrect ways he's heard up to this point. "You said that you moved here for work?" he asked. The bunny didn't know exactly, but he found himself drawn to this cute motormouth rodent. He'd always known that he was physically and romantically attracted to males, but until now no one in real life had ever appealed to him. This was new, and not entirely unwanted.

The mouse, having visibly calmed almost entirely, wiped a lightly-furred gray paw on his khakis before offering his paw. "Yeah, I'm John Vestaga" said the mouse, making sure to add the right amount of emphasis on the first 'a' so that his name came off as 'vess-tay-gah'. "And I'm in marketing. At least, I will be tomorrow." The mouse shook paws with Adit, the pair of males perhaps holding both paws and eye contact for just a tad too long.

Suddenly John's whiskers twitched about his wrinkled nose at the arrival of a new scent. The dark chestnut fur, dreading his revelation, also sniffed the air. Not that he had to, for he could already feel his thin padding begin to swell with liquid.

Adit's heart sank "I have to go. Have a nice day!" he said curtly before taking his swift leave with conspicuous strides as fast as he could go. He could already feel his disposable giving way to this morning's water bottle, his face hot with embarrassment as he hurried to the nearest restroom as fast as he could. Other furs in this situation could hold their urine, and sometimes Aditya felt that he'd do anything for the privilege. Right now all he could do was try and minimize the damage that his bladder was set on doing to his pants. He made it to the males' bathroom just as he felt a moist warmth begin to spread across the front of his jeans; this meant that the pull-up had been completely saturated. Bursting into the first stall he dropped his pants, pissing over the waistband as his twitching member flopped out of his zipper and proceeded to fill the ceramic bowl with the rabbit's pee. The satisfying sloshing of his waste into the receptacle designed for such things did little to calm the now-flustered lapine: he had soaked the front of his jeans and his underwear in his relentless flow of (thankfully mostly-clear) urine. The rabbit felt his cheeks burn, and a single tiny tear dropped out of the corner of his eye. Most times he could handle having to be on guard to use the bathroom, but the distraction by the handsome mouse made him drop his usual vigilance. The poor bunny shut his eyes as he concentrated on relieving himself as much as he felt that he was able; he would have to change in the stall before he left.

As if I could ever be with anyone as cute as that, thought the rabbit sadly. The seconds he finds out that I still have to wear diapers he'll never want to know me. I can only hope I never see him again.

Eventually, Aditya changed his pants and pull-up diaper, stowing the used one into his backpack. He hated the humiliation he felt every time this happened. Even though the mall was mostly empty, Adit could feel the stares and jeers at him as he was clearly leaving the restroom after taking care of his accident: the front of his crotch had shrunk and his pants were completely different to when he went in. Out of everything in his life, this was one major issue that he could never control and he hated that fact. He then made his way home swiftly, eager to get back to the comfort of his home and put on some proper padding; the only thing that made him feel less terrible. Most days he was fine, but today had not been a fine day. With all of the changes to his routine and now wetting himself in front of a mouse that might possibly have been at least his friend, the rabbit resigned himself to staying home for the rest of the day. The world outside was chaotic and disordered but here, in his home, Aditya controlled everything. Suraksha. He passed the time playing his online games and making food for the next few days, and then had to spend an infuriating amount of time checking the various appliances of the apartment: the stress from today did not help to quell the beast that was his anxiety, and in fact aggravated the disorder further.

Crawling into his bed after applying a fresh diaper to his tush, Adit couldn't help but relive the events of today and cringe internally. Especially at the mouse, whose name he vaguely recalled as John: the rabbit forgot the rodent's last name already. Still flustered and shaken from this morning, his planned day to relax had been ruined and all he wanted to do now was sleep and hope tomorrow would be better.

And Aditya was frustrated.