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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.