Chapter 2

Distressed in Diapers

    Kaz looked down at himself in slight horror, he placed a shaky paw on the front of his work pants, patting around to feel the warmth of his own urine now soaking down his legs and dribbling onto the floor tiles of his kitchen.  

What the hell is going on?!  I haven’t had an accident like this since I was three!  His thoughts swirled around his head and so did his surroundings, he turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter, his breath coming in short gasps.

“This isn’t happening… This isn’t happening… This isn’t happening!” he spoke aloud to himself, his voice cracking at the last statement of denial.  Grabbing a roll of paper towels he carelessly unrolled a pawful of them and began to clean up the pee now pooling by his pant leg while also attempting to dab up his wet clothing.  

Having completed his rather futile attempts at drying his soaked clothing he unbuckled his pants and balled them up. Now only clad in his soaked tighty-whities, his tails tucked between his legs in shame, he scuttled into his laundry room and stuffed his pants into the washing machine.  He peeled off his underpants and threw that in too. Standing in nothing but his work shirt and tie, he threw in some cleaning detergent, closed the lid, and started the machine.

As the sounds of water gushing into the interior chamber of the machine filled the room Kazard hopped on top of the machine and placed his head in his heads, kneading his hair into his head as he stressfully thought over what had just happened to him.

He had found a box, containing a letter with a strange poem and a very specific set of instructions detailing that he had somehow been cursed, he’d been provided with a diaper in the box, and then almost immediately after he had put those two things away he had completely and utterly wet himself, without any sign of him needing to relieve himself whatsoever.

The fox leaned over, peeking around the doorframe of his laundry room and gazed into the living room, suspiciously eyeing the corner of the brown box just visible from his point of view.  

He spoke aloud, his voice quavering only a little bit as he said indignantly, ”I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I’m not finding this funny!  If you’re drugging me or cursing me or whatever this is not cool!”

The box, unsurprisingly, did not reply to his outburst.  

Harumphing, the fox slid off of his washing machine, and padded back over to the box.  Kneeling down, he hesitantly lifted the lid of it once more, looking nervously inside.

    A gasp caught in his throat, as he saw what he had dreaded would be in the box. Opening it fully he revealed several neat stacks of thick, white diapers, as if freshly delivered to his doorstep in this very box.

I can’t believe this is happening… Is this a dream?  He pinched himself, hard, and closed his eyes tightly shut.  He found that no matter how hard he hurt himself he did not wake up.   He whimpered, feeling helpless and defeated, as he picked up one of the diapers in the box, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing at it disdainfully.

The scent of the diaper hinted at his nostrils, and he opened it to examine the interior.  The unfamiliar item lay in his hands, as he dejectedly stared at the strange absorbent underwear in his paws.

A sigh of resignation and humiliation left the sniffly maw of the fox, as he laid it down on the floor unwrapping it.  He clumsily sat his naked bottom onto the seat of the diaper, shifting and adjusting to get himself properly positioned.

Awkwardly, he pulled out the back tabs of the diaper and slid the front over his crotch, bringing the tapes from the sides over and taping them over his front.  His face cringed slightly as the diaper back pushed against his trapped tails, and he twisted around to loop them through the tailhole, one after the other. As he placed the last tape over his protruding tails he completed diapering himself, albeit a little sloppily.  He gingerly stood up.

The padding spread his legs apart several inches, and looking behind him they thickened out his behind quite a bit.  He realized that he’d probably struggle with putting on most of his work pants, and they would do a poor job of hiding his abrupt change of wardrobe.  The note was right, the diapers were designed to handle anything he could give them, however they had absolutely no points selected in discreteness.

A frown appeared on his muzzle as he thought about what he could do to avoid being detected at his work the next day, a feeling of apprehension bubbling up in his mind at the potential scenario of being discovered.  He would definitely wear his baggier work pants, and he would have to be careful about keeping his shirt tucked in properly. The only thing he was really worried about was the possibility of waddling, but he could probably be able to just squeeze the diapers into a more walkable shape with his legs.

He walked over to his couch, and sat down on his new crinkly underwear, a small poof of air rushing out as he put his full weight on his bottom.  He reached over for a remote and flicked the television on, snacks forgotten.

Kaz needed something to get his mind off of the fact that the next day of work was going to be quite the unpleasant one.  His face grimaced slightly, eyebrows furrowing with worry. How am I ever going to wiggle out of this one?