Chapter 4

The First Day, Continued

    The rest of the day did not go up from there.  After Aaron had sauntered away, Kazard had found concentrating on his work difficult with the warm, slightly squishy presence of his soaked diapers pressing against him.

    It felt odd and unfamiliar to be sitting in one’s own wet diapers after not needing them since… well… infancy.  

    He gritted his teeth, shaking his head as thoughts of how embarrassing his ordeal was started to enter his mind.  I have a job to do, he thought to himself, not wanting to fall behind his work that day, just because I’m wearing some different clothes today doesn’t make things that different.

    For a few hours, he was able to stay focused on the task at hand. He lost himself in the work as he hummed absentmindedly to accompany his tool fiddling and wire soldering.

    A gentle, almost unnoticeable gurgle from his tummy all the warning he had before he found himself bending over forward, unable to stop himself as his face reddened. He looked around confused.  What… What am I do… his thoughts were cut short as he began to empty his bowels into the seat of his diapers, his mess immediately pressing up against him as he performed a number two while seated at his workstation.

    Kazard’s face flushed bright red, and his behind spasmed and pushed more of his mess into the seat of his padding.  He grimaced, feeling the now messy diapers squish and spread against his butt.

He felt, helpless and incredibly humiliated.  He was only grateful that nobody had witnessed his great moment of weakness, but now he realized with a sinking feeling he’d have to spend the rest of the day in his soiled diapers until his shift was over.  

As if to add insult the injury, he heard a quiet hissing as his bladder released and gave yet another donation to the now swelling front portion of his padding.  

He looked up and around him, and to his relief nobody seemed to be near him or paying him any attention.

The smell of his deed now drifted up to his nostrils, and he cursed under his breath.

The fox had not thought of the issue of the potential olfactory distraction that his newly acquired incontinence might bring about; he regretted not taking the advice of the note and going out to purchasing something to lessen or at least mask the smell.

    Shifting uncomfortably, he sighed exasperatedly and resumed his work once more, each small movement or act of fidgeting furthering the spread of his accident against his behind.

    Lunch hour came and left, and he just barely managed to keep his voice straight as a soft-furred vixen, Arya, stuck her head around the corner of his work station and asked him sweetly what he would have for lunch since she was getting rounds.

    He had stuttered out,” O-oh, uh, can I take the ham and cheese as usual please?”

    She had smiled, bemused at the fox’s awkwardness and nodded saying that she’d be happy to fetch him that.

    “Is that really everything?  You really ought to eat a little more you know, all that work you do and I rarely see you eat more than a few crumbs!”

    Her concern seemed genuine, and her thick, orange tail had flicked up behind her.  Although clad in dirty overalls with a few streaks of oil in her fur on her face and arms, she was stunningly pretty.

    Aaron had been attempting to work his magic on her for ages now the moment she had been hired as a mechanical and electrical engineer, but she had warded his advances off, not interested in engaging in romance at the workplace.

    For Kazard, however, she seemed to reserve a softer relationship and he had always had the hardest time trying to tell whether she was indeed flirting or just being nice to him since he had helped her with a few tricky circuits she had been struggling with.

    Kazard cleared his throat, straining his smile a little bit as he consolidated, ”I think that should be enough for right now, maybe if you find an apple or a piece of fruit along the way I’d like that, I’ve been craving something a little juicier lately.”

    She had giggled a little bit, giving him a look like,” Uh-huh, nice save attempt Mr. I-Don’t-Eat-Enough,” and had turned around, the teasing tail of hers wafting behind her like a soft, lively pillow.

    A different kind of wafting came from his padding and did not improve even when he remembered the bottle of cleaning spray underneath his desk.  Not even a large number of sprays from the container totally eradicated the smell, and when the vixen walked back over to his little place he thought he saw her crinkle her nose just a little bit, but she did smile at him sweetly when she handed him his sandwich.

    As three o’clock finally arrived Kazard was beginning to feel a distinct itchy feeling on his backside and crotch after sitting in his soiled state for so long.  

    Carefully adjusting his windbreaker to make sure it covered his backside and now a rather bulgy front, he locked up, clocked out, and slipped out the front door as sneakily as he could, noticing with irritation that his gait now displayed a slight waddle between every stride of his thickly padded rear.

    He had hopped in his car, cringed as his soiled diaper pressed up against him once more, and sped off home, the only thing on his mind was getting out of his soiled diapers and taking what he planned to be the longest shower in his life.