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Warren paced back and forth in front of his boss's office. He was nervous; his boss had called him in for an early morning meeting. He had just gotten hired on full-time after a long internship. Warren had always tried to do a good job. Harley, his supervisor, hated early mornings. So it was odd to have him wanting to get up early as well. He couldn't help but think anxious thoughts as he paced.

Even though Warren was a brown bear, Harley came from Kodiak stock and towered over the smaller bear. Warren thought he was about as intimidating as a guy could get. Though, he had learned that he had nothing to fear. Despite being physically menacing, Harley was gentle and kind, if a bit serious.

The young bear was trying to retrace the last few days in his mind, figuring out why his boss would drag him into a meeting first thing in the morning. He couldn't come up with anything, though. After getting hired, he went out of his way to be a model employee. Warren plopped down in a chair and tried to wait quietly. He was one of the only people here this early, and it was eerily silent.

The sound of the elevator chime made Warren jump as it roused him from his worrying. He was surprised to see Harley in anything other than his usual suit. The big Kodiak was dressed down in just a maroon button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. He was all smiles as he greeted Warren. At least he didn't seem upset, the younger bear thought.

"Warren! You made it. Sorry for getting you up so early, but there was some rather unexpected news late last night, and things are changing quickly. Come into my office, and we can discuss it." Harley said, unlocking his office and ushering Warren in.

"You had me worried. I was figuring that I was in trouble or something." Warren admitted quietly as he sat in one of the big leather chairs Harley kept in his office. He felt a bit silly, like a guilty child getting worked up over nothing.

"Ha! Farthest thing from it, kid. I have a proposition for you. How would you like to spend three months out of the office with me? You know how we are opening the remote office on the west coast? It looks like they are screwing everything up in spectacular fashion. The guys upstairs are sending me there to supervise things until they can get their heads out of their asses. They said I could take someone with me as an assistant and I couldn't think of anyone better than you. So what do you say?" Harley asked, sitting on his desk. "We would probably have to share a suite, but it would all be on the company dime."

Warren caught himself glancing towards the bulge in his boss's tight jeans at first. He had never seen the Kodiak in something that tight. As his boss spoke, he felt his heart racing, not for any of the right reasons. While three months with Harley would be amazing for many reasons, a feeling of dismay swept over him, and he found himself shaking his head no.

"I really couldn't. I mean, I just got hired on. Isn't there someone more qualified?" He said, trying to wiggle out of the situation. The truth was he knew there was no way he could go, and the reason was so humiliating he could never tell his boss why.

The twenty-one-year-old bear had never quite quit wetting the bed. Sometimes it was better than others; Warren could go months without wetting, but it was nearly nightly when it was bad. When he was a teenager, he had managed to convince his exasperated parents it had stopped, but he had just gotten clever with washing his sheets and sleeping with towels under him. In college, he had just gotten plastic sheets and done laundry regularly. When it got really bad, he found that wearing heavy fabric training pants helped him know when he was wetting. There would be no way he could hide it for three months in a hotel.

"Well, truthfully, someone like Rudy or Sam would probably be more qualified, but I need them here while I am gone. You are smart and have a good head for things, but you have not been assigned a project yet, so I can't think of anyone better." Harley said, waving his hand dismissively as of batting away the objection.

"I - I can't really go. I have things here I can't leave." Warren said, grasping at straws.

"Warren, this is a big opportunity for you, career-wise. If you can prove yourself to the management, it will put you on a fast track to advancement. I told them you were the perfect candidate already. I would hate to have to revise that." The big bear said, frowning. "I can't make you go, but I would love to have you there."

The young brown bear's heart raced and thumped in his chest. He really liked his new job and couldn't do anything to jeopardize that. He had not wet for nearly a week. Maybe he could get lucky. If it only happened once or twice, I could probably hide it. He thought, trying to reassure himself. "I guess I could clear things up. You said we would have to share a suite? Separate rooms, by any chance?"

"I am sure we could get an office suite with two rooms if you are shy about it. Now here is the catch. We leave on a red-eye tonight. So get home and get packed. That is why I wanted you in so early. As I said, there was very little notice. I will be by to pick you up around eight." Harley said with a grin patting Warren on the back. "Glad to have you aboard."

***

The rest of the day was a blur of packing and shopping. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It would be a disaster, but he couldn't back out now. Once he packed all his clothing and toiletries, he thought about what else he might need. He discretely stowed some of his personal items as best he could, burying them under the rest of his clothing. The last thing he wanted was airport security to pull out a pair of his cloth training pants where someone could see, or worse yet, the small vibrator he somehow dared to pack. Even though he would be sharing a suite with Harley, he hoped he would have at least enough privacy to paw off now and then. Worst case scenario, he could always just do it in the shower like when he had lived in the dorms.

At eight, he was waiting in front of his apartment when Harley rolled up in an SUV. A fur he didn't know was driving. "My friend Troy agreed to give us a ride."

The canine gave a friendly wave as Harley helped him load his suitcases into the back. Something caught Warren's eye. There was an equality sticker on the back of the vehicle. He idly wondered if the wolf was gay but didn't want to pry. The younger bear had been out with his friends and family for about a year and was still unsure how he felt about being out at work. He decided to not say anything for now.

It was a quick drive to the airport, and he barely had time to talk with Troy. It wasn't long into the ride that he decided that the older wolf was gay, and his suspicion was confirmed when the wolf picked up a phone call from his boyfriend. Harley snatched the phone and jumped on the line to tease the wolf's boyfriend.

"Yup, it's just me, Troy, and a 21-year-old; running away to the airport." The bear said with a chuckle. "No, you can have him back in three months." The wolf was laughing as Harley turned to him. "He says we can't run away with you."

"He never lets me run away with strange men to far-away places." The wolf mockingly complained.

Warren felt some of his nervousness melt away when he realized that Harley clearly must not be homophobic. The subject had just never come up at work, and he didn't really know his boss's feelings on stuff like that. He had been at least a little worried he would be cooped up for three months with a homophobic jerk.

It was a quick drive to the airport, and the two bears soon said their goodbyes to the wolf. Their flight was not leaving until after ten pm, but it took nearly all free time just to get through airport security.

They made small talk until they boarded the plane. Warren was shocked to find out Harley had gotten management to spring for first-class seats. The younger bear was thankful for this because he was exhausted from getting up early. He was looking forward to just laying back and napping. It would be around two in the morning when they arrived on the west coast. Harley seemed to have the same idea, and once they were in the air, the drink cart had made the rounds, and both settled in to sleep. Harley had insisted on buying Warren a drink, and he eventually just went with a gin and tonic. Warren had only sipped on it a little before Harley drifted off. He knocked back the rest and made himself comfortable, hoping it would help him relax and drift off.

Warren thought nothing of sleeping on the plane. He had slept on them before. He had never wet the bed if he was just lightly sleeping, and he couldn't imagine falling into a deep sleep on the plane. The first-class seats proved to be more comfortable than he expected, and he soon snored softly in his seat. His head flopped to the side and rested on Harley's shoulder.

A gentle paw on his arm shook him awake as Harley whispered into his ear, trying not to wake up the other passengers. "Looks like you should have finished your drink. It appears that you knocked it into your lap."

Suddenly very awake, Warren sat up and looked down at the front of his pants. Sure enough, his empty drink was lying in his lap, and the front of his pants had a big wet spot. His ears were tucked, and a shameful look spread across his face. The spot was far too warm to be his drink. Besides, he knew that he had finished it.

"Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean...." Warren said, trying to stay quiet.

"Don't need to say sorry to me. You're the one that looks like he pissed himself." Harley said jokingly, giving Warren a playful shot to the ribs with his elbow.

Speechless, Warren disparately tried to dry the spot with the little cocktail napkin the flight attendant had given him. Of course, he had worn his khaki cargo pants. It would be painfully obvious to anyone looking. He couldn't even hope that it would dry before they landed. They were going to start descending in less than half an hour.

"Got any spare pants in your carry-on?" The Kodiak asked helpfully after realizing how worried his employee looked.

"I checked everything.... All I brought in my carry-on was my laptop." Warren said, trying not to whimper.

"Well, I guess we'll figure out something when we land. The airport shouldn't be too busy." Harley said, trying to put the younger bear's worries to rest.

For the rest of the flight, Warren squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. The acrid scent of his urine kept twinging his nose. At least to him, it was painfully apparent what had happened. He was just glad that Harley seemed convinced that it was just his drink that got spilled. He was still wet when the plane landed. He tried to hide the spot with his laptop case, but it made him look even more awkward as they de-boarded.

In the terminal, Harley stopped him and peeled off his big jacket. He tied it quickly around Warren's waist and grinned at his handiwork. "There, much better."

With blazing cheeks, Warren nodded. "T-thanks." He had never felt so humiliated since he was a cub when his parents would do the same thing if he wet his pants in public.

"Come on, let's go get our luggage. You can change in the bathroom." Harley said, leading the way to the baggage claim.

Unfortunately, it was more than just a quick stroll. They had to hike all the way across the airport. It even required a tram ride to get there. Warren couldn't help but notice people staring at him along the way. The coat wrapped around his waist did little to hide what had happened. Since it was clearly made for a bigger bear in a way, it even drew more attention to the situation.

Even though he was a grown bear at twenty-one, he was nearly in tears when they got to the baggage claim. Standing there was painful while the luggage went round and round on the belt, waiting to see his suitcase. Harley had already grabbed his bags by the time his finally came around. Warren grabbed it, and it made a b-line straight to the bathroom with Harley following behind. He stopped outside to dig through his luggage. Grabbing a pair of clean pants, Warren started into the bathroom to get changed. A big paw on his shoulder stopped him. The younger bear was mortified to see Harley with a pair of his briefs hanging off his finger. He nearly died at first, thinking they were a pair of his training pants.

"Don't forget clean drawers." The Kodiak said with a big grin on his face. He couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. "Your britches are probably just as soaked."

"Yes sir..." Warren said as he felt his face flush. Despite sounding overly formal, he had always referred to older men as sir. His parents had drilled it into him as a cub. Now that he was an adult, it was a hard habit to break.

Harley had never done anything to dissuade him from it either. Being called sir by a young man had always given him a bit of a thrill.

Warren snatched the underwear from Harley and bolted into the bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and stripped down. He dried himself as best he could and tried to clean his fur. His underwear was totally soaked compared to his only damp pants. After getting changed, he swiped an empty garbage bag for the wet clothing and tied it off. Warren hoped that the scent of piss was not too overwhelming. The last thing he wanted was for Harley to know he peed himself like a little cub.

Sheepishly, he stuffed his dirty clothes into his luggage, and they headed out to pick up their rental car. Warren was tired and jetlagged, so he waited quietly while Harley brought the car around. The hotel they were staying at was not too far away. It was about three in the morning when they arrived, but closer to seven in their home time zone.

When they found their room, there was clearly an error. They had booked a two-bedroom suite, but there was only one bed and a big sofa. Warren sighed and collapsed onto the couch while his boss called the front desk. After a quick discussion, he hung up the phone angrily.

"Well crap, they overbooked. This is the only suite they have right now. They will have one free up in a few days. I guess we can take turns on the sofa." The older bear said glumly.

"Don't be stupid. There is no way you could fit on the sofa. I will take it until the room frees up." Warren said, shaking his head.

"Up to you, kid. I really don't mind. We could even share the bed if you aren't too shy." Harley said wearily as he started to unpack.

"Nah, it is no biggie, I promise. I got the sofa." The young bear said, feeling his face flush again. The thought of sharing the bed filled him with fear and delight. His older boss was handsome, and he wouldn't mind snuggling up to him. The idea of accidentally wetting the bed with someone else in it; kept him from even considering it.

Once unpacked, the two bears went to bed, trying to get a few more hours of sleep before they had to tour the new facility. Warren slept fretfully, fearful that he would once again wet himself.

****

Over the next few days, the two bears slowly got to know each other as they worked in close quarters. The office was in shambles, and they were left to pick up the pieces. Outside of meals, they tended to take together. They tried to give each other as much space as possible in their cramped hotel suite. Warren spent the first few evenings fretting and worrying about wetting the bed, but his bladder seemed to be cooperating for once. Nerves tended to set him off, which was probably why he had had the accident on the plane.

The younger bear was very happy he would be getting his own bed soon. Sleeping on the sofa left him with little privacy to relieve his tensions. It was also keeping him from wearing the training pants that truthfully, would have helped him sleep a little more securely.

Warren woke slowly and was happy to find that he was mercifully dry. Harley was already up and getting ready to hop in the shower. He was unpacking his toiletries and wearing only a pair of white briefs. Warren lay very still on the sofa, enjoying the view. He felt guilt sneaking a peak, but he couldn't help himself. His boss looked damn good in that tight underwear. They did a very nice job of showing off his package. On a second glance, he noticed the brand; Bulge, they were notorious in the gay scene.

Warren was more and more convinced that his boss was gay. Stirring a little on the couch, Warren adjusted himself as he started to get painfully erect.

Hearing Warren moving, Harley turned to him and put a towel in front of him. "Oh shoot, sorry. I thought you were still asleep. I guess I should have shut the door."

"No, no, it is no big deal... really," Warren said, feeling flushed.

"I was just about to hop in the shower. You almost got an eyeful." Harley said, laughing as he closed the door and started the shower.

Warren would not have been upset if he had gotten a glimpse of what was under the Bulge briefs. In fact, he was still trying to make his stiff cock go down as his boss showered. Giving up on simply willing it soft again, he laid back and covered himself with a blanket. The frisky young bear slipped a paw under the blanket and quickly jerked one out. He ended up shooting his load into his foreskin, forgetting that he had nothing to cum into. He scrambled for something to clean up with, eventually resorting to one of his socks. He had not had to use a sock as a cum rag in a long time. He felt like a teenager trying to hide his jerking from his parents.

Once the older bear was dried off and mostly dressed, he gave up the bathroom to Warren, who dashed in with a pile of clothing covering his front. Harley knew that awkward waddle well from living in an all-male college dormitory. Trying to hide an erection or cum stained underwear as you made the walk to shame to the bathroom was something he had done more than his fair share of times. Harley didn't say anything, of course, but he couldn't help but take a peek at the sofa as he walked past.

When he saw the half-hidden, cum soaked sock sticking out from beneath the blankets, the older bear had half a mind to chew out Warren for doing that to his socks. When Harley realized it was one of his own socks, he thought about putting the young bear over his knee

The thought was more paternal than anything, and it felt strange to feel that way about a grown man. He stormed over to the bathroom door, intending to give Warren a tongue-lashing. He paused, thinking better of it, and settled on the sofa waiting for Warren to get out of the bathroom.

Cleaned and dressed, Warren came back out with a grin on his face. It quickly evaporated when he saw the sock in Harley's paw. Then, with sudden horror, he realized it wasn't even one of his socks... He has used one of Harley's as his cum rag. The old bear must have tossed it off towards his luggage the night before.

"What happened to my sock?" The big older bear growled questioningly.

The young bear yelped in surprise and nearly locked himself back in the bathroom. He didn't want to even think about what his boss must think of him.

"I-I um...." The words were caught in his throat. He was unable to finish the sentence.

"I'm waiting for an explanation...." Harley said, frowning.

"I-I just grabbed the first thing nearby. I didn't mean to. I mean, I thought it was mine?" Warren said, grasping at straws.

"So you make a habit of ruining perfectly good socks because you can't be bothered to find a tissue?" The chubby older bear asked.

"No! I don't. You were in the bathroom, and I usually use a...." He forced himself to shut up. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his boss.

"Now I am going to forget this ever happened, but this will not happen again... am I understood? We will be living together for three months, and I can't seriously expect you not to take care of your urges but try not to ruin my wardrobe. And try to be a bit more discreet."

Warren nodded, saying. "Yes, sir." He was too humiliated to say anything else.

"Now get ready. We have to get to work." Harley said gruffly.

It was a short ride to the new site and the rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity. It was clear to even Warren's untrained eye that the people in charge were not effectively managing things. Harley said little but seemed to have him take a lot of notes as they were shown the new center.

The days seemed to pass quickly as they worked their tails off, trying to get everything operational. It took a few days, but eventually, Warren got over his humiliation over making a mess in his boss's sock. Harley did not bring it up again as he had promised.

Friday night, four days after they arrived, the two bears were both tired and hungry after a late night of working. The site manager offered to take them to dinner, but Harley deflected the offer politely. He preferred to just go somewhere quiet with Warren for dinner. They found a small all-you-can-eat sushi joint and eagerly sat down for dinner.

"Tell me about yourself," Harley said as he popped a piece of salmon in his muzzle. "We have been together for how many days now, and I still do not know much about you.

"Not much to tell, I guess. I got hired on after interning in college. I've been working for the company ever since." Warren said, still feeling shy around his boss after that dreadful morning.

"That isn't what I meant. Where did you grow up? What do you like to do in your downtime? That sort of thing." The big bear said with a chuckle.

"Well, um... I grew up out on my family's farm in Stonebridge. I moved out when I went to college and haven't been back to the farm. Been too busy with work and things. I am kind of boring, I guess; mostly just read and play video games, sometimes I go out to the bars." He said with a shrug.

"Oh, what bars do you like? I am actually from the west coast. I don't know Port Layden very well, though." Harley asked cheerfully.

"Mostly, I go to a place called Chop or The Dock." Warren said without thinking, he had been trying not to give anything away, but he realized that he had given the name of two of the biggest "Bear and Chubby" bars in Port Layden. Of course, they were not bear-exclusive, but they attracted a crowd of mostly bear-shaped and beefy gay men.

A thin smile spread across Harley's muzzle. "The Dock, huh? I wouldn't have guessed."

Warren's heart skipped a beat for a second. "What do you mean?" He said, trying to play dumb.

The older bear let him squirm a bit. "Just surprised I haven't seen you there." He said eventually, as he tossed another piece of sushi roll in his muzzle.

"You go to the Dock?" Warren asked, sounding surprised. He had never seen his boss there. It was less of a shock that he was gay and more that they had never seen each other. The Dock was not small by any means, but it was pretty close-knit.

"Not a lot but every now and then, just to blow off steam," Harley replied. "We've got some free time tonight. Do you want to go out to a bar tonight? If it is still in business, there used to be a great bar called Molly's not too far from our hotel."

The younger bear gulped and tried not to feel intimidated, but the prospect of going out to a gay bar with his boss was putting him on edge. "S-sure. That could be fun? What kind of place is it?"

"Mostly just a bear bar," Harley said, testing the waters. He was enjoying watching Warren look so embarrassed. He had to admit he found the kid cute.

Shaking his head no, Warren felt his ear tips burn. "Sure, let's go."

******

Warren was having trouble stumbling back to the hotel with Harley. They were both pretty drunk and had already gotten lost once, already. Both were relieved when they found their hotel and made their way through the lobby. Harley pulled Warren against him and held him tightly to keep him from falling over as they poured themselves into the elevator.

Things had gotten pretty exciting at Molly's, neither would remember it the next morning, but they had spent the night ogling and drinking with a threesome, another bear, and his tiger and his pup. Clothes had stayed on but just barely.

They found their room, and Warren collapsed onto the sofa, still fully dressed. Harley managed to strip out of his clothing and get under the bed's covers. Both were asleep in moments.

Warren woke the next with his head pounding and still a little drunk. Harley was gently shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up, Warren, come on. It's time to get up." The big bear said kindly.

The young bear felt oddly cold and wet. At first, Warren thought he had been sweating, but he knew better than that. His paws groped for his crotch and found it soaked through his pants.

"Oh no... I didn't... did I?" He asked with a whimper. He tried to get up, but Harley was still standing over him, and as hungover as he was, he didn't have the balance to manage it.

"Yes, I think you did. Looks like you had a bit too much to drink before bed." Harley said, helping him get to his feet.

Suddenly feeling very queasy, Warren stumbled and nearly tipped over. Only Harley's big paws kept him upright. "I didn't mean to...." He said weakly as the older bear led him into the bathroom.

"No one means to pee themselves in their sleep. With as much as we drank last night, let's just be thankful that is all that happened." Harley said, starting to undress Warren.

He was nowhere near as hungover and felt more than a little responsible for what happened. He had nearly a hundred pounds on the younger bear, and they had matched drinks, shot for shot all night. He had encouraged it, and now he felt terrible.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" Warren said, protesting a little as he was stripped out of his shirt like a cub.

"We need to get you cleaned up. I doubt you could stand long enough to undress without falling over and cracking your head open." Harley said sternly.

The young bear was going to protest more, but he knew that Harley was right. He stood there feeling humiliated as the chubby older bear of his dreams stripped him out of wet piss stained clothing. He should have felt even more embarrassed, but how Harley was undressing him felt fatherly and caring.

Warren stumbled and yipped loudly when Harley pulled down his underwear without warning, leaving him totally naked. He tried to cover himself, his little uncut cock looked damp, and the tip's overhang puckered to a point.

"Hey, don't be shy. It isn't anything I haven't seen before. I've got one, too, after all." Harley said with a chuckle as he guided the younger bear into the shower. "Do you think you can stand long enough to wash up, or do you need help?"

Grabbing at the railing in the shower, Warren tested his balance. He nearly slipped and fell over.

"I guess that answers that. Here sit down, and I will get in with you." Harley said, helping him sit down on the edge of the tub. Next, the big older bear started to strip as Warren tried not to watch.

He didn't do a very good job and caught more than one peek. Harley's cock was uncut like his but more impressively sized. Unlike his, the hood did not fully cover his tip when soft. As full and plump as it looked, Warren had a hard time believing it wasn't at least a little hard.

Once completely naked, Harley slipped into the shower behind Warren and helped him up. The older bear was all business as he got the shower going and helped Warren wash up his fur. Harley avoided his privates and rump but soaped up and washed everywhere else.

Warren still felt so hungover that he couldn't even really enjoy being in the shower with Harley. Jerking off to the idea the other day got him in trouble with his boss after all.

"You ok to get your unmentionables, kid? I doubt you want me scrubbing those." Harley said with a chuckle.

Still feeling woozy, Warren unsteadily picked up the bottle of liquid soap only to have the slippery bottle tumble out of his paws. The brown bear let out a defeated whine and let his arms fall. He couldn't ever remember being this hungover. Feeling humiliated that he needed this boss to wash him, Warren couldn't bring himself to say the words. "I think you did that on purpose, naughty cub." Harley playfully chastised as he bent down to pick up the bottle. The older bear had to admit he didn't mind getting a closer look at Warren's rump.

The small bear whimpered, "I'm not a cub. I can do it." He tried to reach for the soap again, but Harley brushed his paws away. He protested weakly, but it got him nowhere.

"If you hadn't pissed yourself, I would just let it go. Now hold still." With quick paws, he soaped Warren's rump and bits giving them thorough scrubbing.

"But I am not a cub," Warren said, trying to focus on not getting hard. Luckily the hangover was doing a great job helping.

"You are half my age, and you wet yourself. I reserve the right to call you cub." Harley said playfully.

Warren tried to act offended. It had been so long since someone had scolded him for wetting the bed. It shut him up like his parents did when he was a cub.

Despite feeling bad about getting the cub so drunk, Harley was slightly amused by the situation. He had put himself through college as a nursing assistant at a hospital so washing someone up like this was not totally unfamiliar. He didn't mind providing drunk care, especially when a good deal of it was his fault.

Clearly, Warren was uncomfortable, but he couldn't just let him lay there in his own piss. He was in no condition to clean himself up.

Once the smaller bear was clean, Harley helped him out of the shower and sat him down on the big bed. "Think you can hold on if I head down to the gym?" He said, making sure to keep his own manhood hidden behind a towel.

Warren nodded slowly. His head felt foggy thinking of the older bear in a gym locker room. His eyes wandered down to the towel and what it was hiding.

"Mind looking away while I get changed into my workout clothes? I want you to still be able to respect me." Harley said with a chuckle.

Trying to bite back a lewd comment about his respectable size, Warren settled on. "I don't see how that is fair after what you did for me. Besides, I-I don't mind. I see guys in less than that in the gym all the time. I wouldn't have taken you for shy."

"As I said, it is different when you are in charge. I couldn't well keep you like that. I didn't have much of a choice. I would have done it for any of my employees." Harley said with a chuckle, but he dropped the towel and strutted across the room to find a t-shirt and shorts.

"So you plan to get naked and grope all your workers?" Warren asked, trying to look serious but failing. He couldn't pry his eyes off of his boss's thick naked body as he got dressed. His soft meat swung around as he moved, giving Warren shivers.

"Only little bedwetters who can't keep dry," Harley replied quickly. He only meant to tease him as he pulled up his shorts. When Harley saw Warren's sad expression, his heart melted a little, and he instantly regretted his words. Sitting down on the bed, he put an arm around Warren.

"I didn't mean to...." The younger bear said barely above a whimper.

"Oh, I am so sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean it like that." Harley said, pulling him into a hug. "I was just teasing, but I know you feel bad about it. Don't worry. I am not mad. It was just an accident. Your secret is safe with me."

Warren sniffed, almost in tears. "Are you going to keep teasing me about it?"

"No, I won't, scouts honor." He said, giving the salute jokingly.

"It won't happen again, I promise." The young bear said, still looking down.

"Now, now. No point in making a promise about that. If another accident happens, it happens. We will deal with it when it does. You are going to stay here today. You are in no condition to go to work. Just relax and sleep off that hangover. I shouldn't need your help." Harley said, rubbing him between his little round ears.

"T-thank you," Warren said, still naked, working his way under the bed's covers.

"And put on some britches. I don't want you lying around naked all day." Harley chastised.

"You aren't wearing any...." Warren teased as he admired the outline of the older bear's cock under the light fabric of his shorts. Harley had not put anything on under them.

"No arguments, cub. You are not too big to put over my knee." The chubby older bear said with a hearty laugh. "Now, you better have something on when I come back with breakfast."

Warren felt his cock stiffen slightly as Harley turned and left. He wasn't sure if the big bear's butt or how he ordered him around that did it.

****

Harley pushed himself hard as he worked out. He had a lot on his mind. Thinking back on what he just did with Warren, he couldn't believe he actually went through with it. It would be his job if HR ever found out he had done something like that.

The younger bear seemed thankful, and Harley doubted he would tell anyone what happened. Especially since he would have to explain why he needed a shower in the first place.

He was very conflicted; on the one hand, he was a little disappointed the younger bear had not gotten hard as he washed him. On the other, he was kind of glad the kid had not made a move on him because he was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing something stupid if he did.

Harley had caught Warren wetting himself twice now. Oddly that didn't seem to bother him too much. Warren was young, smart, and promising. The fact that he was a cute chubby little bear may have helped his attraction a little as well. In the end, the whole wetting thing seemed minor.

When he finished his workout, he headed to the locker room. Harley slipped into one of the shower stalls and turned on the water, not bothering to close the curtain as no one else was around. He felt his muscles start to unknot as he relaxed under the stream.

He sighed, and his mind wandered back to his cute assistant, unable to get him out of his mind. The kid was cute, but he was a lot younger. Besides, he was his boss. It wouldn't be right for him to make a move on him.

He painted the shower wall with cum, barely realizing he had been pawing off. He felt ashamed of himself as he washed away the evidence. It just couldn't work between them. Could it?

****

The older bear took his time after his workout before returning to the room. He wanted Warren to sleep more, hoping his hangover would quiet a little. He even took some time out to do a little research on his smartphone about adult incontinence. All he found that was useful was a few stores that might carry some supplies if needed. He stopped at a convenience store around the corner and bought some orange juice and other essentials for their room.

Harley grabbed some breakfast in the lobby and brought it up to the room with him on his way back. If Warren could keep it down, it would be good for the kid's stomach. He nearly dropped it all when he came back into the room. Warren was spread out on top of the bed in nothing but a pair of briefs. It looked like the young bear had kicked off the covers in his sleep. He was sound asleep and snoring loudly. There was a tent in the underwear's pouch. It was somewhat hard to spot at first for several reasons. First off, Warren was not particularly well endowed. He was not tiny but smaller than what you would expect from a bear his size. Secondly, his briefs were made of thick fabric with what looked like little race cars.

Stunned, Harley forgot about the door, which promptly slammed shut behind him. Warren shot up like a bolt and yelped when he realized what he was wearing. He gathered up the sheets around him to hide it.

"It isn't what it looks like!" He whimpered softly.

Harley couldn't keep himself from laughing at Warren's reaction. "Oh, just what does it look like then?"

"I um...." Warren just let the thought just trail off.

"You know what, don't worry about it," Harley said, clearly unconvinced, but he let it slide for now. "Not my place to pry."

Harley sat down on the bed and handed Warren the breakfast he had poached from the lobby. He felt that the younger bear was not telling him the truth. He wasn't about to force it out of the young bear, though. His day had already been pretty traumatic.

"Eat up. It will help you feel better."

"Thanks. I still don't feel very hungry, though."

"Trust me on this, a full belly and some orange juice will do you wonders," Harley said with a concerned look.

Warren just nodded and tried to force himself to eat despite his rebelling stomach. There was an awkward silence for a long while, both unsure of their footing after this morning. Harley finally broke the silence.

"This isn't the first time this has happened, is it? I am not just talking about on the plane either."

"Y-you knew about the plane?" Warren stammered.

"Kind of hard to miss, kid, but I wasn't going to humiliate you in front of everyone. Now tell me, has this happened before?

Warren nodded slowly as he was painfully mulling over how much of his secret he should trust his boss with. He liked Harley a lot, and it all just started tumbling out. "It only happens a few times a month normally. Usually, only when I am asleep."

"You know, it isn't unusual for people to wet the bed occasionally, though a few times a month seems a bit much." The older bear said, looking concerned. "Have you ever talked to a doctor about it?"

"Yeah, they said there really isn't anything wrong with me, that it is probably all in my head. They ran all the tests they could." Warren said, leaning into the older bear, needing to feel comforted.

"What do you normally do for it? I used to work in a hospital. Trust me. I have heard and seen it all. You don't have to feel ashamed." Harley said, giving him a hug.

"I-I normally just have a waterproof pad and change the sheets," Warren said, feeling his ears burn with embarrassment.

"Is that all?" Harley asked, nodding to what was hidden under the covers.

"The training pants help, too," Warren admitted quietly.

"I don't think that will work very well in a hotel. Have you ever tried wearing anything to bed... other than the training pants?" Harley said, trying to avoid the word diaper.

"N-no! I am not a cub! I don't need diapers...." The smaller bear protested loudly, then grabbed his throbbing head.

"Ok then, do you think you can stay dry? The booze last night probably didn't help. Let's try keeping you away from that and see if it helps. If you keep wetting, though, we will have to do something. I doubt you want to write up the expense report if the hotel charges us for replacing a mattress."

Warren just nodded and whimpered, too humiliated to say anything. He couldn't believe his boss was threatening him with diapers. A strange part of him couldn't help but think he might deserve them.

"Why do you treat me like a cub?" Warren asked, hoping Harley wouldn't poke fun at the bedwetting again.

"Want the truth?"

"Yes."

Warren could see Harley chewing over his response. He was on pins and needles as he waited.

"Because you are cute, and I care for you. I can't really help it. It doesn't help that I am attracted to you in ways a boss probably shouldn't be. I have never wanted to take care of someone like this before." He stopped and gave Warren a pained look. "I shouldn't have said anything. I am sorry. I will if you want me to stop treating you like that."

The younger bear gulped and shivered a little "No, it is ok. I asked. I don't want you to stop. It feels kind of funny, but I kind of like it. Why didn't you say anything earlier? I have liked you since my internship." Warren took a long time before he finished his thought. He gave Harley an ashamed look. "You really don't mind my problem?"

Harley sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged Warren. "Of course, I don't mind your little problem, I hope this does not sound bad, but I think it is kind of cute, especially when you wear those cute little training pants." He said, tugging back the blankets to steal a peek. "Why race cars, though? Aren't you a little old for that?"

"T-the only place I found that makes them this size is for adult babies." He replied, giving a half-truth.

He had learned about ABDL stuff in the past few years through his incontinence. While it was true that getting supplies through ABDL sites was much easier, it was hardly his only option. He didn't consider himself part of the scene, he had never really explored the fetish much further than wearing the training pants, but it made the reality of his adult bedwetting less terrible if he fetishized it. He had always secretly wanted a Daddy but simply brushed off the idea as too crazy or unrealistic.

"Adult babies?" Harley asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, um... it is a fetish. Some people dress up like they are younger and wear diapers and stuff. I am not into it. These just help me know if I am wetting." Warren said, flush with embarrassment. "

One of the medical supply stores he researched this morning mentioned that they were ABDL-friendly but had given no explanation. He had poked around some of the sites until he came across a blog called Diaper-tails, filled with pictures of grown men in diapers. He had not thought much of it. He wouldn't have guessed Warren was into it and dismissed it with a laugh. Now it had a bit more of his attention. He had to admit Warren looked cute in the training pants.

"Are you fibbing to me?" Harley asked with a raised eyebrow, sounding skeptical. The older bear felt his cock stirring in the loose gym shorts.

"About what?" Warren asked worriedly.

"Wanting to be a little cub," Harley replied, trying not to sound harsh.

"No! I just wear them to stay dry!" Warren cried out, panicked.

Harley reached up and rubbed the younger bear's head fur. "I wouldn't care, you know. I have a few kinks of my own. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Y-you wouldn't?" The young bear asked dubiously.

"Nope. It is just a kink. It doesn't hurt anyone, does it?" Harley said with a kind laugh.

"I-I guess not."

"Then tell me. Is this something you like?" Harley asked, tugging on the trainers.

"Maybe... I have never really met anyone else into it."

"I might not mind it, you know," Harley said with a grin. "It could be fun to explore."

"Do you mean just the um... cubby stuff?"

"I could mean more if you wanted. I didn't think it would be right to say anything earlier because I'm your boss. I shouldn't be putting the moves on you. Besides, you are so much younger than I am. I didn't think you would be interested. "

Warren fidgeted, feeling suddenly flush. "I really am interested; I've just never done anything like this before.... at all..."

It took Harley a second to process what Warren was saying. His heart was pounding in his chest; he never thought Warren would actually take an interest in him. Warren's last statement slowly bubbled up into his mind, though. When he realized what it meant couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait, are you a virgin?"

"Yes..." Warren replied quietly.

"You said that you go to the clubs? You have never hooked up with someone?" Harley asked, genuinely surprised.

"I um... Just look. I have always been too afraid to go home with someone, with my problem and all." Warren replied after agonizing about how much to tell.

"Oh, sweetie." The older bear said with a smile putting his big arm around Warren's back, heartbroken for him. It must have been hard trusting people with his secret.

"Did I say something wrong?" Warren answered, a little panicked.

"Nothing wrong, kiddo. I just assumed you had. You know, done it. I don't want to push you into something."

Warren was still nervous that he had messed things up. "I really like you, Harley. I don't mind a push. Especially now that you know, you know... everything." He paused for a second. "Y - you said you wanted to take care of me... What did you mean by that?"

"I don't really know. I guess when I saw you like that this morning, I knew I had to do something to take care of you. I liked it." Harley said, grasping to explain.

"I kind of liked it too. It has been a long time since someone helped me with things like that," Warren said, embarrassed. "

"How about this kiddo? As long as we stay together, you don't have to worry about wetting anymore. I will take care of everything. I don't want any sass either if I decided you need more than just those cute little training pants." Harley said, trying to sound reasonable.

Warren felt something catch in his throat. He just nodded.

"I know you aren't going to like this bit, but I am also not going to get any naughtier than that with you for now. We will see how you like that and if you still want to do more, we can. Right now, though, I am just your boss, ok?"

"But most bosses don't, um... Do that sort of thing. I thought you just said you were attracted to me. I told you I was...." Warren whimpered, sounding frustrated.

"This is going to be a big enough change for now," Harley said, giving the younger bear a hug. "Now, I need to get going. I will stop and pick up some diapers on my way back. If you can stay dry, you don't have to wear them, but I will not have you ruining the bed."

Warren whimpered and covered his training pants instinctively. "You promise I don't have to wear them if I stay dry?"

"I promise. Now, I got to get to work. We can talk about this more when I get back, ok?" Haley said with a chuckle and snuck another peek at the training pants. "I want you still wearing these when I get back."

Harley kept telling himself that it was in the younger bear's best interests, that he probably did need the diapers. More shocking that Warren seemed oddly calm about it. He looked more humiliated than defiant.

The older bear got changed and headed out, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts. He was nearly inconsolable with shame and humiliation. Burying his face into a pillow, he sobbed in a mix of frustration and relief. He never wanted any of this to happen. He should have just stayed home where it was safe. He wanted to be mad at Harley, hate him for humiliating him like that. The harder he tried, the more he realized that his boss held no malice towards him and that everything he did was born out of genuine concern. Even his teasing had been only in fun and not meant to hurt.

He felt so exposed. No one outside his family and his doctors knew his secret until today, and even they thought he had stopped. Harley was the only person who knew he was still wetting the bed. As ashamed and embarrassed as he was, he felt good to tell someone. Someone who didn't laugh or judge him.

Feeling a bit better about everything, he set his alarm for three, hoping it would be enough time to get himself presentable before Harley got back. Curling up in the bed, Warren drifted off back to sleep.

He woke before the alarm to that familiar warm feeling in his crotch. Luckily the training pants did their job, and he had woken up before it was a disaster. Warren nearly cried. Why was this happening now?

Dashing off to the bathroom, he emptied the rest of his bladder into the toilet and dried off the front of his training pants as best he could. Thankfully, there were no stains on the bed, so he curled up under the covers and wondered how he should spend the rest of the day.

He pulled out his work laptop and connected it to the hotel's Wi-Fi. He perused through some of the documents that he and Harley would be going over soon. It was boring and frankly redundant, he knew what he was supposed to be doing, and he really couldn't do it from the hotel room.

***

Harley left the hotel feeling tense. His discussion with Warren had done little to ease his own worrying. He had not been lying when he said he wanted to pursue something with the younger bear, but he knew it might be a terrible idea deep down. He tried to push the thought out of his head as he went to work.

He spent the day trying to keep thoughts of Warren out of his head and wondering what he would do when he returned to the hotel. He decided he couldn't stand the worrying and cut out of work early, around three. True to his word, he made a stop before he headed back to the hotel.

The ABDL-friendly store was in a quiet area of town and staffed by a friendly Rabbit named Marty. After a brief discussion about the dimensions of Warren's rump, the rabbit showed him a few samples of adult diapers.

Harley looked them over, but they all looked too plain or medical. "Do you have anything you know... more cubby?" He asked, hoping they were not kidding about being ABDL-friendly.

"Oh, we certainly do!" Marty said as he started to grin. "You said you have a bed wetter right? Most of the cubby ones are more for decoration, but I have a few that work as overnighters."

The rabbit took Harley back into what looked like what would be a stockroom. It was set up to display some of the ABDL products they carried.

"Now, I would take these if he just goes with overnighters. They are far too thick to wear unnoticed under clothes." He said, pulling out a thick diaper with little cartoon characters on it. "If he is a heavy wetter, you might even need a stuffer, though."

"Well, right now it is just at nights... What would you recommend if he started wearing them during the day?" Harley asked, feeling devious.

"Well, in his size, I think something like this would do nicely. That is, of course, unless he is a sissy." Marty said, showing him a sample of a powder blue diaper with cute little designs.

"Sissy? I am not sure what you mean." The bear was a little confused.

"I think an example works better." The rabbit said as he pulled out some more diapers, which were pink and covered in little princess designs.

Giving them a look, Harley actually blushed. "I don't think he would like those ones too much. I will take the overnight diapers and the blue ones."

"Ha! It is not normally up to the cub if he gets put into the sissy ones, but it sounds like he is new to this. Probably better not to traumatize the poor thing." The rabbit said, chuckling. For another fifty, I will throw in a few things that might help you get started with your boy."

In the end, Harley left with a bag full of diapers, a few more training pants, a onesie, pacifiers, and a big teddy bear. The soon-to-be papa bear was grinning from ear to ear as he headed back to the hotel.

***

Warren spent most of the day napping and just watching TV. After discussing with his boss, he felt frisky and soon found his paw slipping into the front of his training pants. Feeling a little guilty after tugging one out into the front of his training pants, he started to get up and head to the bathroom. His head was still spinning a little, and he collapsed back onto the bed, besides he had plenty of time to get cleaned up before Harley got home.

He switched to some cartoons and was just starting to drift off again when he heard the room keycard beep. He shot a glance over to the clock; it was only four. Harley was not due back for hours. Burying himself under the covers, he tried his best to look innocent, despite the yellow pee stain and cum in his training pants.

"Hey, cutie, you sleep well?" Harley asked as he put down a large cardboard box. He unpacked the diapers, leaving them out where Warren could see them.

"Um yeah, I spent most of the day sleeping," Warren said, keeping the blankets up around his neck. He was nervous already, and seeing the diapers there was not helping.

Harley walked over and sat down on the bed, giving him a ruffle of his head fur. "That is a good boy. I got off early. I was feeling pretty ragged myself. Besides, I couldn't get a certain little bear out of my head."

Not sure how to respond, Warren just blushed and squirmed.

"Now, have you been good and stayed dry?"

Warren quickly nodded yes. "Uh-huh!"

"Care to let me check?" Harley said with a grin. "I got the diapers in case you didn't."

"Y-you don't have to. I was good. I didn't wet at all." Warren was suddenly very sure he was about to end up in diapers.

"Then you need to prove it, cub." Harley chastised as he tugged down the blankets making Warren squeak in surprise.

Warren tucked his paws up on his chest and blushed as the bigger bear inspected his training pants. He felt a big paw give his bulge a squeeze making it bulge and show off the damp yellow spot. This big paw slipped under the waistband and found the sticky cum inside. Warren was unsurprisingly erect in the training pants as the big bear's paw teased his foreskin back to find more cum.

"Now your training pants don't look too bad. I wouldn't have put you in diapers for that." Harley said after a long pause. "But now I find this too... That is naughty, cub. I told you to be a good boy and clean up after yourself."

Warren gulped as his bits throbbed in the big bear's paw. "W-wouldn't?"

"You fibbed to me, little bear. Doesn't that deserve some kind of punishment?" Harley said, raising an eyebrow.

"I - just um..."

"Didn't want to be put into diapers. I understand." The bigger bear cut him off.

"You aren't really going to put in them for that?" Warren whined softly.

"If you think you can stray dry, I think I might be able to come up with an alternative. How about this? You can stay in your training pants for now, but for fibbing, you are grounded. You will stay in the room and work. No pawing off, no porn, no drinking or misbehaving for three days. Do you think you can be good that long?"

Warren frowned and pinned his little round ears back. "G-grounded?"

"Yes, I found plenty of work for you to do from here. I will send it right over. I want you to get started on it later." Harley explained

"Y-yes, sir..." The big cub muttered bashfully

"Now for making a sticky mess in your training pants. I think a naughty cub needs a spanking."

"B-but you said I was grounded...."

"That was for lying to me. I warned you about cleaning up yourself after pawing off. Now you can take your spanking or wear diapers like a little cub for the rest of the night." Harley growled, trying to put on his best scowl. In truth, he was rock hard, and his head was swimming. He was not sure how Warren would react to the ultimatum. It was more of a test to see if the cub really did want a Daddy.

"I-I will... take the spanking," Warren said after a long wait.

"Good boy, now go bend over and drop your britches," Harley said, pointing to a large chair he had claimed as his own their first night in the room.

Warren had not been spanked since he was a little cub. Even then, he rarely knew it was coming like this. He had to force himself to get up and make his way over to the chair. He bent over it slowly and pulled down his training pants around his ankles.

Both of their hearts were racing as Harley made his way over and rubbed his paw over the bare, exposed ass. Warren could not remember ever feeling more vulnerable than he did at that moment. Harley almost didn't go through with it, but when the older bear saw how hard Warren's cock was, he knew the little bear wanted to be punished.

The first few smacks were barely hard enough to make noise, but Harley made Warren count them out as he received twenty swats. He was sobbing and whimpering at first because it just felt right. Once the swats came harder, the squirming and crying became more real. Somewhere around the fifteenth smack, the small bear had started to piss uncontrollably into the training pants at his feet. Harley did not stop, though. Warren got the last few swats as his cock sprinkled the floor.

When it was all over, Harley held his cub in his arms and comforted him for a long while. Warren could not really explain what had just happened. At first, it was just some naughty play; then, it became more serious. He was disciplining his boy and teaching him how to behave.

"Come on, cub. Let's get you in some dry training pants."

"Y-You are not going to put me in diapers for peeing?" He asked slowly.

"You only did that because Daddy spanked you. If you can stay dry, you can wear your training pants."

"D-Daddy?" Warren asked slowly. He had not heard Harley call himself Daddy before. "Are you my Daddy now?"

"I guess I am...."