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Chapter 11

Message from Arya!

The world around Kazard seemed to slow down, and he fumbled for the mattress of his bed. He eased himself down on top of it, his diapered butt serving as further cushioning as he allowed himself to rest for a moment, his heart still pounding.

How... How had she... When did she... Why had... Will she tell... Shit, fuck fuck fuck...

The past five minutes slowly replayed in his mind as he sat there, trying to calm himself down. His coworker, Arya, had somehow gotten into his house, she had seen him in his diapers, maybe she'd even seen him changing and cleaning himself up.

For all he knew, she could have recorded it happening as well. He shook his head slowly, feeling as if the world were spinning around him a mile a minute.

Then she had revealed herself to him, letting him know quite obviously that she knew his secret.

She'd crept forward, until she was in front of Kazard and leaned in close to his ear, and had whispered seductively to him, "Wouldn't it be a funny thing If people around the workshop found out that you were a big baby who used his diapers during the day, while at work, hmm?"

He'd lost all the color in his face, paling at hearing those words. Letting loose a giggle, she had smacked him playfully on his padded behind, eliciting an embarassed whimper from out of Kazard's lips, which quickly brought the red color back into his cheeks.

She proceeded to then turn around, allowing her tail to run over and gently caress his muzzle as she walked away from him and out of the bedroom.

Sarcasm dripped from her words as she called over her shoulder, "It's a good thing that I'm not much of a blabber mouth, isn't it Kazzy?"

And that's where she left him, standing and blushing pathetically wearing nothing except the almost comically white diapers around his waist, his pink-tinted glasses slightly askew on his muzzle.

His phone buzzed, and he groped for it on the nightstand. Lethargically, he brought the screen up to his face and gazed down on it, still feeling dazed.

To his slight trepidation, he saw Arya's name pop up along with a message notification. Shaking slightly, he opened it and began to hastily read the message.

Hello Kazard, it would seem like I discovered a little secret of yours. Now if you'd like to keep it that way, you're going to be doing exactly what I say from now on.

Don't worry, I'm not interested in your money or your possessions. I'm interested in you. I want you to obey me and follow through with my commands.

I don't think you'll be disagreeing with that particular rule, after all somebody who can't even keep his pants dry and clean probably doesn't have enough authority to make his own decisions anyway. Or perhaps should I say, her decisions?

I'll keep in touch, for now just keep going about your life normally until I contact you again by the end of the work week. Stay dry piddle-pants~ <3

Kazard read the message over and over again. She wants me to obey her commands? What is she going to want me to do, her share of projects at work? Do chores for her at home? And what does she mean by 'her decisions.' Is she referencing herself there or what?

A frown formed on his face, and he shook his head lost in revery. Her statement about not wanting his money or possessions brought him a bigger sense of relief than he imagined he would feel, but he still did not know whether he should believe her.

He checked his phone once again, it was a Monday evening. 4 more days of work where I'm going to have to face her until the weekend... What is she going to want? And how come she believed him so readily about the box and its magic?

He had blubbered out pretty much every letter and exchange he'd had with the strange container to intruding vixen, who seemed to eat up every single word with glee.

Kazard suspected that she probably didn't believe him, but understood enough that his situation with the diapers was complete and utter dependence.

Great... She knows all about the embarrassing details but doesn't realize that apparently magic actually exists... Well if she keeps letting herself into the house she's going to find out sooner than later.

Having completed wallowing in self pity, he got up, only to find that the padding around his waist seemed to be sagging much heavier than it tended to start out.

Once again the fox was in shock, Oh no... Did I wet and mess myself in front of her and not even notice? When did this happen?!

He let out an exasperated sigh, not only had he endured his secret being revealed but he had only gotten to enjoy a mere few minutes of dryness and cleanliness.

Knowing that he would only get to change the next morning since his allotted changes had been used up for the day, he waddled out of his bedroom and down the stairs to lock and shut his front door, shuddering at the thought of furs, even if it was Arya, sneaking into his house.

Of all the people to sneak into my house it has to be my crush from work...

After he had locked and deadlocked his front door, Kazard padded over to the kitchen. He bent over to rummage through the refrigerator.

A great way to display my messy backside, Kazard thought to himself as he retrieved a bottle of liquor and container of apple juice.

Grimacing at the infantile choice of juiced fruit he poured himself a drink, gulped it down, and then poured himself another.

He considered briefly whether to call in sick for work tomorrow, and spend the rest of the evening drinking his sorrows away. He shook his head, No... this isn't a valid way of dealing with this. Arya might be blackmailing me, but if this gets too out of hand I could call the police... But then my life will get turned upside down and I'll still probably end up losing my job... I think I'm just going to have to wait this out...