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Chapter 3

The First Day

Kazard nervously pulled down on the fabric of his pants near his inner thigh, feeling highly paranoid about his current, crinkly predicament. He had woken up that morning feeling refreshed, albeit having fallen asleep on his couch with a myriad of snack containers and bags of chips strewn around him. It was the dampness around his crotch that had ruined his morning, the memory of the the progression of events from last evening flooding back in his mind.

Although his memories were not the only thing that had been flooding apparently, as he squeezed the front of his diaper with his paw. He grimaced as he noticed that they were quite thoroughly soaked. He had pressed his legs together, or at least tried to but found that it was difficult with the large, soggy padding serving as his new underwear.

He had sighed, disappointed that it all had not been a dream and walked, or more accurately waddled, over to the box which still lay still in the same place he had discovered it the previous evening. With an annoyed expression on his face, he had opened up the box to reveal once more the neatly stacked, fresh looking diapers and retrieved one.

Waddling over to the stairs of his house and up into his bedroom he had lain across his bed; his tail twitching and a little embarrassed he had changed himself out of his wet diaper and into a dry one. A little awkwardly, he untaped the wet padding and raised himself onto the fresh diaper, having to turn around the diaper a second time after he realized he placed it under himself backward.

Fiddling with the tapes for a minute, he rediapered himself to his satisfaction. He stood up and walked in front of a mirror. To his dismay, the diapers seemed to be much poofier and obvious that he had not noted the previous evening. He began to seriously worry if even his loosest work pants would be able to properly conceal them.

Pulling said work pants on, he was greatly perturbed to find that he had difficulty pulling them up and over his padding. Finally, he had completed the task, and saw a quite significant bulge from his front and, as he turned around, his behind giving away his situation.

For added measure, he pulled a windbreaker around his waist and tied it around with its sleeves, which seemed to better hide the noise component of his new underwear. Putting on his coat and grabbing his bag he considered stopping by the pharmaceutical store to perhaps purchase some thinner, more practical diapers.

Checking his watch, he saw that he was already running late for work. Drat! Of all the days... he had thought to himself, as he ran from his front porch after locking the front door to his car.

His boss had not been happy at his untimely arrival, the surly raccoon had raised an irritated eyebrow as the fox burst through the front door, and to the fox's humiliation his eyes almost immediately drifted down to his waist, noting the awkwardly tied windbreaker but not seeming to make any conclusions besides it being an odd choice of apparel for such a pleasant day.

Nevertheless, it left Kaz wondering whether he had noticed that his awkward gait as he shuffled awkwardly past him was now subtly hindered by his padding.

His cheeks flushed from running and slightly from embarrassment, he had stuttered out an apology before checking in at a computer terminal and swiftly walking towards the back of the facility to resume his work on his projects, not wanting to meet anyone else while his slightly crinkly movements and bulging behind would betray his current incontinent state.

He had not seen any of his other colleagues. He was especially thankful for not seeing Aaron, an almost overly muscular horse that always seemed to tone all of his comments and sentences to him as belittling. As if the fox and he were nowhere near the same level of competency even though the fox usually ended up fixing up the horse's sloppy work.

But now, as he sat on his stool fiddling with a particularly tricky circuit he saw out of the corner of his eye the same equine that he loathed interacting with so much sauntering over to his little corner.

Smirking, the horse leaned over his project and inspected it with a feigned, well-trained eye. He looked to Kazard, giving him his toothy grin as he spoke, "Heya Kazzy! Looks like you got your work cut out for ya with this particular job! Need any help or tips from Mr. Aaron?"

Reflexively Kazard brought the circuit board down and over his padded crotch, shaking his head and not looking up at the horse, replying curtly, "No thanks, I think I've got this one under control."

The horse's eyes wandered downwards, but his annoying grin didn't leave his face as he seemed to pick up on the nervous movements near the fox's waist.

"Are you sure? It looks like that you'll need to reboot the motherboard on this one, I could definitely spare a little of my busy work schedule to giving my little fox a hoof with that."

Kazard was about to report with a withering reply that he, in fact, did not need the horse's expertise or lack therefore at all. He was perfectly fine with performing the job he trained for all by himself just fine when the gates to his bladder blew open right at that moment.

He heard a small, but distinct hissing sound come from the front of his thick padding, and his cheeks flushed as he realized he was uncontrollably wetting himself in front of the last person on earth he would want aware of his current situation.

The horse's ears flicked and started to rotate towards the direction of the fox, a curious expression crossing onto his long face. Panicked and mind racing Kazard raised his voice and gesticulated with his arms to draw attention away from his crotch. "Don't you have work to be doing too? Or did you just come over here to distract me?" he accused loudly trying to cover the noise.

The dumb animal had a bemused expression on his muzzle at the little fox's visual tirade but the distraction had clearly worked, he shrugged his shoulders casually, "I'm just trying to help out those who need it! You know, get my good deed for the day in and all."

As if you've ever cared about good deeds in your entire life, thought Kaz annoyedly, as he responded curtly, "I"m just fine, thank you. But I really need to concentrate on this project and would appreciate if we could save this conversation for later, thank you."

Kaz's voice was strained but serious as he looked down again at his work,

"Okay then, Kazzo! I'll see you around I guess."

Mercifully, thought Kazard, the dumb hunk had then turned around and strode away from him, probably to find somebody else to bother, and left the poor fox to his work and a now very soaked diaper. One that he realized he was stuck in until his work ended. Looking up at the clock that hung near him, that would not be for another six hours. It was going to be a very long day.