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Chapter 6:

The Bargain

Kazard opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm blaring through his bedroom, almost immediately he reached a paw down to inspect the front of his padding. Dismayed but not surprised, he found the front of his diapers to be significantly squisher between his paw fingers and against his front.

Internally he rolled his eyes and then threw the covers off of himself, stopping his alarm with a tap on its cease button and padding over to his bathroom to change and quickly shower away the smell of urine from his fur.

Shortly afterwards he returned to his bedroom, withdrew his newly slimmed down diapers and rediapered himself slightly quicker than usual. Opening his wardrobe he put on a pair of baggier jeans and examined himself in the mirror.

Unless one was looking particularly closely, he saw to his relief that it proved to be as the box had said, he no longer had to worry about being discovered visually. He shifting around, wriggling around in his diaper and jeans to see if excessive movement might produce any incriminating noise.

Not a sound, whatever the box had done to his diapers it had ensured that their discretion in both appearance and noise was sound. He smiled, maybe I might actually be able to get used to this routine sooner than anticipated he thought to himself, as he gathered his things together for the day's work.

He hopped into his car and arrived without a second thought about his newly convenient made plastic pants, even managing a cheerily wave at his boss who merely grunted back in response, which was his usual response to any attempts at small talk the fox made when the occasion struck.

Sighing contentedly to himself he sat himself down at his workstation and set to work, humming absent-mindedly to himself.

Soon enough however Aaron was making his rounds bothering all of his coworkers that day and he rolled on by over to Kaz's little corner, shattering his concentration entirely as he did best.

"What's going on with you today buckeroo, you found yourself a new crush or something?" He laughed obnoxiously at his own joke as if he'd made the wittiest crack he'd ever heard.

Kazard rolled his eyes but didn't take his eyes off of the screwdriver he was attempting to delicately fit into a particularly small and stubborn screw.

"Sure, Aaron. I found the loveliest girl in the world and tomorrow she's whisking me away into a magical land where I'll never have to perform a day's work again."

Aaron tilted his head to the side, nostrils flaring and his eyebrows raising in surprise, "Wait... Really? You found someone and you're leaving? Damn... I didn't think somebody like you would actually find someo-."

He was abruptly interrupted by Kaz looking up his own eyes wide with annoyance and his jaw set in a grimace, "No, Aaron. I was kidding, I didn't find anyone, I just happened to be in a better mood this morning. That's until I met a certain person that is..."

Aaron's confusion did not dissipate as he frowned and looked around, attempting to apparently figure out who this unpleasant sounding person was.

"Uhh... Who did you meet, Kazzo?"

"Nevermind Aaron, now I need to concentrate now because I've got a lot to get finished tod-AHHH!"

A sharp, intense feeling of pleasure reverberated through the grey fox's body and his member sprang to attention inside of his diapers. He felt his stomach gurgle before his bottom began to heavily deposit into the seat of his diapers in a now more familiar fashion.

He gasped and gripped the edge of his desk, shivering as the feeling of intense orgasmic pleasure rocketed through his body and mind and he came into the front of his absorbent underwear. He panted, feeling a string of saliva leave his lips as he felt a cold sweat suddenly against his back and pressing against his clothes.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! He thought to himself panicked, he looked up to find an absolutely flabbergasted looking horse. His normally jovial, cocky persona had disappeared and the horse appeared to look slightly terrified at what he had just witnessed.

"Kaz... What was..."

"A seizure!"

Kazard thought quickly, his mind whirling in its post-climaxed state to quickly recover from the humiliating situation, his cheeks flared red as he continued, "That was a seizure, I'm sorry I guess I never told you. I have this rare condition where sometimes I thrash around a little bit and can't control myself completely and act adversely sometimes. It usually happens when I'm stressed out."

Aaron nodded slowly, appearing to at least understand a little bit but his disturbed facial expression did not leave his muzzle as he backed away slowly, retreating back into his own work area as he said, "Uh... I see... Well uh... I hope you're okay Kazzie... I'll talk to you later..."

Kazard placed his face in his hands as the horse fled, and he let out a deep, frustrated sigh. Can I seriously not get a break? I bet that stupid box did this to me! GOD! I knew it talking about pleasure and all that crap wouldn't bode well. Seriously what do I have to do to just live normally again without all these horribly humiliating experiences! Now Aaron is going to tell the entire office I had a freakout at my work desk... At least they'll probably think he's exaggerating what happened but still, that was so embarrassing!

He shifted around in his diapers, grimacing as not only his backside felt sticky as he realized he had deposited a fair amount of seed into the front of his diapers, which now felt wet and sticky as though he had already wet them.

Or perhaps he had, the fox realized that he was having a seriously difficult time noticing when and where he was peeing, he presumed that the box's conditioning of his incontinence was settling in further, not a fact that he was happy with.

Just as he looked up from his paws, wearing an emphatically dejected face Arya appeared around the corner and rushed over to his work desk, a look of serious concern on his muzzle as she half cried, "Kaz! Are you alright? That stupid oaf Aaron was telling us around the water cooler what happened and he said he didn't even try and see if you need help!"

Kazard's ears flattened at her distress and he raised his paws up, the redness from his cheeks remaining as he felt touched if not distraught himself at her concern.

"No no! I'm quite alright, it's a condition I've been living for a long time I guess, nothing serious happened at all just a bit of a spasm!"

By now the vixen was by his side, a fact that made him especially apprehensive about the smell of his freshly soiled diapers potentially reaching her muzzle, but thankfully she didn't seem to notice his messy state.

She half-grinned, and laughed awkwardly, "Oh thank goodness you're alright, I thought I'd have to call the ambulance for you! You had me worried!"

Kaz smiled, sheepishly scratching the back of his head and he responded in kind, "No it's my bad, I should have been more transparent about my condition so it didn't come off as such a shock. If anything, I owe you an apology!"

The vixen shook her head, visibly relieved that there apparently was no fire to put out, but she still looked slightly concerned as she asked, "Don't you want to go home early today? I don't think anybody would blame you and I could explain to the boss!"

Kazard hastily shook his head and grinned nervously, "No no! I'm very much fine now, I'd just like to get back to work that's all, really I'm fine."

She nodded, understanding, "Well... if you change your mind just tell me, I can talk to Rick better than most of our fellow employees... Certainly better than Aaron can when he's not licking his boots."

The two shared a smile, and the vixen winked at him slyly as she padding away, leaving Kazard with a dry feeling in his mouth and his heart pounding.

Arya... Gosh, what a fox... If only I were in a state to actually have the confidence to make a move on her, but how on earth can I do anything remotely related to something like that when I just literally got off to pooping my pants?!

Such unpleasant thoughts tormented the poor fox until the end of his day of work arrived, during which he had wet several times. Although not providing the same amount of forceful feelings as his mess, he felt jittery and excited every time he peed into his diaper, as if a slight, erotic electric current were running through his veins.

Not to mention during each episode of urination he was unable to concentrate on his work, but thankfully no one else came to chat with him, and he was able to just barely finish his day's projects before 5 o'clock struck.

He stood up, having not done so since he had arrived that morning and stretched. The back of his messy diaper was practically glued to his behind, and he realized with dismay that he would have to repeat the same process as yesterday and completely scrub himself down in the shower.

He grabbed the front of his pants and squeezed, feeling the soaked material squelch and press against him. It took all his will power not to let out a loud whimper there and then. He couldn't help but feel a little helpless being unable to control when and where he relieved himself. He realized just how incredibly dependent on the diapers he was.

Had he not put one on that morning he would have thoroughly destroyed the jeans he wore over them today. God, I hope I'm not driving when I have to go number two next time were the thoughts that accompanied him glumly as he padded over to his car, unlocking it and sitting down once more in his own mess as he entered on the driver's side.

After a thankfully uneventful drive home, he once more dropped off his bag and locked his front door before immediately proceeding into his bathroom to shower and clean himself off.

There goes another roll of toilet paper... God this is disgusting, I'm really hoping those baby wipes are going to be more effective. Hell, am I going to have to get a diaper pail too? I can't just keep cleaning out my bathroom trash bin literally every day... I'm beginning to feel like I live with an actual baby in this house.

The scrubbing this time took longer than previously as if his fur was refusing to be clean. But at last, he turned off the shower and toweled himself off, feeling glad that he was at last free from his mess.

As he placed the last tape of the new, fresh diaper into place on the landing area, the shiver from earlier that today returned to him in an unexpected rush. His three tails raised up into the air and he bent over onto his bed, inadvertently and passionately bucking his front onto his mattress as the seat of his new diaper bulged out from the mess he pushed into it.

Yet again he climaxed, panting loudly and his eyes crossing from the pleasurable experiences flowing through his mind. After a minute his sensual euphoria drained out of him, and he was left once more in thoroughly messed and wet diapers.

Kazard let out an angry groan, ending on an angry yell and pounding his fist into his bedding repeatedly. He couldn't think of anything else that could put him in a fouler mood than having to clean off his mess from his backside for the second time in a day, just after he had finished doing so.