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Chapter 8

Lock and Key

I'm not putting this thing on... Kazard thought to himself, as he inspected the cock cage he held in his paws closely and checking the box for the third time just to see if a key had been included with along with the cage.

The silver fox set his jaw, he was sick and tired of being bossed around by this alien box who had just appeared in his life with the apparent intent to ruin it. I may be incontinent, but I'm not going to deny myself sexual pleasure just because this thing isn't happy I got uppity with it.

He took the cage and a fresh diaper with him to the bathroom, and set it next to the soap on the sink before he began his familiar routine of cleaning the mess off of himself, showering and shampooing, and then rediapering himself with the full knowledge that he'd have to do the same thing again quite soon.

The fox found that weekend to be a rather nerve-wracking one, as he waited for a consequence to occur after his obvious refusal to use the cage. However, nothing seemed to have changed, except his messy diapers. He still experienced the vivid orgasms that he was beginning to hate whenever he messed, delivering a surprisingly large amount of stickies into the front of his diaper. Whenever it happened to leave his member feeling quite sore afterward too.

His anxiety climaxed that Monday, however, when in the morning he followed his routine of changing out of his wet diapers and into a fresh pair underneath his work clothes, he was feeling surprised that the box still had not given him any consequences to deal with.

That day was rather quiet, Aaron had called in sick which caused all the people working in the building that day to internally sigh with relief. Kaz was cheerily working away at his project, pleased to be able to finally have a day of concentration where perhaps only an orgasm and messing might briefly interrupt him when suddenly, he felt his stomach gurgle and his tails raise.

He braced himself for the wave of sexual fervor that he expected to grip him but was taken aback when he felt his mouth open as if it had a mind of its own and he exclaimed loudly and clearly.

"I'm making big stinkies in my diapers, mommy!"

His paws clamped over his mouth in shock as his rump obeyed the infantile prophecy he had just proclaimed.

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! He thought to himself in a panic, looking around fervently, praying that nobody had heard the incredibly embarrassing sentence that he had just loudly announced.

I have to leave before somebody walks in here and discovers that it was me who yelled that...

Shifting in his now messy seat he started throwing various tools and bits of his project into his bag, getting up he walked swiftly out of his work area and out the door, thankful that his boss seemed to be taking a break from sitting at the front desk.

He looked back briefly, and his heart sank when he saw Arya standing in his office, looking confusedly at his abandoned desk and then following her gaze to meet his.

He blushed and turned back around, quickly scurrying over to his car and throwing his bag before hopping in himself, turning the key in the ignition and speeding out of the parking lot towards his house.

Breathe Kaz... Breathe! His swirled in a panic as he replayed what he had just done over and over again.

Is this how the box is punishing me? Making me announce when I have to go in my pants?! This is ridiculous and it's even worse than the orgasms! How do I explain to furs that I can't help saying such incriminatingly embarrassing things like that? There's no way to hide anymore!

His mind went back to the cock cage, still sitting on his bathroom counter and something clicked in his head.

I'm going to have to put that thing on... If I don't, who knows what the box might do next. Hell, it might not even stop here, it could keep making things worse! No... I'm going to have to listen to it or I might lose my job... But chastity? Really?

Within a matter of minutes he had arrived at his house, the sun still no quite yet in the middle of the sky, he had left just before the afternoon.

There goes today's productivity... he thought glumly, as he hurried inside of the house, his mess still pressing up against his bottom.

Entering his house he immediately strode up the steps into his bathroom. Grabbing baby wipes and rash cream he set to work at cleaning himself up, showering quickly before stepping out naked and picking up the cage.

It seemed to be perfectly tailored for his member, and he found that placing himself in it held onto his parts firmly but not uncomfortably. Stealing himself, he closed his eyes in a grimace and clicked the lock into place, sealing his member within the plastic confines of the cage.

The fox frowned slightly, pondering. Was this some sort of power play that the box wanted to try on me? Am I still going to have to say aloud every time I'm going to go in my pants?

He shook his head and moved to grab a diaper from under his bathroom counter.

This is new...This feeling... I can't feel myself at all! God... communicating with this thing is worse than trying to tell Aaron to stop bothering you...

He grabbed the powder and lotion, in addition to the diaper and padded off to his bedroom still naked from his shower to diaper himself up. He squirmed around a little as he applied the powder around his cage, carefully rubbing lotion around his member as best he could.

Kazard went to prepare some food, wanting to hydrate and snack up to see what would happen were he to mess again that day. I hope now that I'm apparently going to get absolutely no sexual relief I can at least stop announcing myself... he mused to himself grumpily.

His thoughts were grim as he flopped in front of the couch, flicking the television on and digging into the chips and dip he had prepared, guzzling down an entire liter of soda in almost one go.

He had been drifting off a few hours later, when a familiar feeling entered his mind. A second later he sprang upright, his tails lifting behind him and loudly he proclaimed with great confidence in his voice.

"I'm making very big poopies in my baby diapers right now!"

And with a grunt, he followed through with his exclamation, depositing a large amount of mess into the seat of his diapers, the white front darkening slightly as he wet himself helplessly.

IT DIDN'T WORK?! He thought to himself, shocked as he felt the last bits of mess plopped into the backseat of diapers.

With a disgusted expression on his face, he walked gingerly over to his bathroom and swiftly cleaned himself up, glad that little of his mess had gotten a chance to cling to his fur after his accident.

Once cleaned up he sat down on his bed, grabbing a pen and paper off of his bedside table. He sat there, his back against his pillows and thought for a few minutes, mulling over exactly what he wanted to say to the box.

Dear Box,

I would like to apologize for my outburst earlier and wish to request a more humble bargain to be able to stop the vocal punishment that you have me under. I would like to trade the vocal outbursts with something else. I would like to make it that I cannot change out of my diapers for 30 minutes after I defecate in them as the trade-off. Thank you, and I'm sorry once again for uncontrolled anger, I hope that you can forgive me and please release me from this punishment.

Yours,

Kazard

Slipping off of his sheets, and kneeling he pulled the box from underneath his bed before opening the lid. Gently, he laid the note inside it and closed the lid before immediately opening it again. To his immense relief, he found that the box had responded promptly.

Your apologies have been accepted and released,

For you have behaved better and the box you have pleased,

Find you now your diapers locked,

But not too much should you be shocked,

They'll keep you nice and dry throughout your play,

For now, you may only change them twice a day!

Kazard sat back down forcefully onto his behind, cushioned he knew by his diapers he cared little for the slight shock as he let himself plop onto his padded behind.

Only twice a day? Does that mean I'm going to have to spend HOURS in messy diapers? God... If this box's goal wasn't to make me feel like a baby then it certainly has decided now that it is... Still, I guess I got what I wanted...

He looked down to give his diaper a withering stare, only to find to his surprise that there were large markings now on the two top tapes of his padding.

Examining them closely he saw now a key symbol on each tape, perplexed he placed his paws over his face, and let out an exasperated groan.

I swear as a kid I always thought finding out that magic was real would be the coolest thing but this genuinely SUCKS.

As if to further darken his mood, he felt a warmth spreading around the front of his diaper, now slightly harder to detect through his caged member but still distinct enough to tell him that he had just proceeded to flood his diaper.

This cannot possibly get any worse...

Sliding the box back underneath his bed after he checked to see that the other diapers in the box now too sported the same key symbols on their top two tapes like the one he was wearing currently, he got up and sat down in front of his computer with an almost audible squish.

Deciding to ignore his wet diapers he began to look up the logistics of long-term diaper wear as well as any health risks that he might be concerned about.

Shifting around in his chair, he glanced down at his padded crotch once again. At least these things absorb more than you expect them too... Still... I might have to work on thoroughly powdering myself down there... God, I'm going to get sick of the smell in the mornings...

After a few hours of idle browsing, he got up and readied himself for bed. The silver fox climbed into his sheets, already having wet and messed his pants again. As he shut off the lights and buried himself further into his blankets and pillows, he allowed himself one small whimper.

How can I fall asleep knowing that I won't be able to change more than once during the night? Spending 12 hours in used diapers... God that prospect is so daunting I almost wish I just invested in a gag to cram in my mouth and just pray I can get it in there in time before I say something stupid again.

Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, awakening only once during a particularly large round of depositing into the seat of his diapers.

I shouldn't have eaten so much...

In the dark, he crept a hand down to feel the state of his diapers. He groped his front and was dryly reminded of the cage still securely holding him chaste in his absorbent underwear. He was soaked, and the diaper was bulging in the front and back quite significantly.

Knowing he could do nothing about it but wait until morning, he shook his head and once again laid on his pillow before drifting off to sleep once more.