The Guy in Charge: Chapter II - Pouring His Guts Out
#3 of The Guy in Charge
I'm well aware this chapter is painfully unfinished. There is every intention to finish it at a future date, but I thought it high time to share with all of you the smut I've locked away for waaay too long now.
Also, let me know what ya'll think about this one. It's... a bit heavier in the kink department than the last two. I'll, uh... be sure to tailor future continuations based on responses. ;p
Enjoy!
Characters:
- Lucas Albermann - a German shepherd; sexy, athletic, and looooves him some diapz; closeted gay; 25 years old
- Karl "Kay" Braff - a stoner hare and Lucas's co-worker and roommate; blazed more often than sober; bisexual; 26 years old
- Casper Ranquist - a blond corgi; newly-appointed supervisor of some as-of-yet unnamed call-center; gay; 20 years old
You can read the earlier chapters here, if you're that kind of person (and I do secretly like you for that):
The Guy in Charge: Chapter I - An Agreement
Enjoy! :3
Casper scuttled through the office with a black suitcase at his side. At his approach, lesser employees ducked into their cubicles and pretended to be worth their wages.
But today, they had little to fear--even if they didn't know it.
Lisa, the ferret-girl who simply could not live without her white skullcap, pressed herself against the wall, a cup of coffee clutched tightly between her paws. Her eyes went wide with the sudden realization that she was still wearing her beloved hat. "Morning, Casper! I-- I just got here and I swear I was about to take it off! And I'm not_ technically_ clocked in yet--"
The corgi merely nodded in her direction, keeping to the beeline for his office at the end of the hall. A strange odor--one of heavy cologne and something sharp, yet vaguely familiar--trailed his every waddling step.
Lisa blinked.
"Um, well--" She started, a sigh of relief rolling over the steam of her coffee, "--have a good morning, then, Casper."
"Yep." Came his flat response amid the jingling of keys. He tossed a paw and grumbled, more to the door than his fellow employees, "I do hope that's everything you're going to bother me with today."
The hinges of his office creaked shrilly as he entered the room, suitcase swung over as if to conceal something. With an unceremonious thud, the door shut tight behind him without so much as a single "Get to work!"
A wave of pleasant surprise washed over the entire floor. It was then that, without the iron grip of their corgi overlord, the festivities of IT life began in earnest.
Woo.
Inside his private office, the maddening metronome of clock-hands throbbed in Casper's head with every passing second. He brooded over his desk, the squeak of his leather chair only heightening his anxiousness. He had shit to do.
It was already 8:40, and Lucas was scheduled to be in at 8:00. Tardiness was, in his view, an unforgivable offense.
Even more unforgivable, still, was Lucas's neglect for his sodden puppy. 'Don't change tonight,' Lucas said. 'I'll take care of it for you in the morning.'
Well, here he was, feeling all the smaller for it in his oversized office-throne. His eyes fell shamefully to his footpaws; he almost thought Lucas had a shot at being the fur for him. Sure, his sassiness often got in the way of any meaningful relationships, but Lucas saw through that. At least, he thought he did. It all made him feel so foolish.
Slowly, as his eyes traced the edges of the little desk-plaque that read "Casper A. Ranquist - Supervisor," his self-pity turned to indignation.
What was he, now? What kind of supervisor caves to his subordinate's advances like some cheap whore? How did he let him get to him like that?
His fingers worked the knot on his bright blue tie, straightening it in a tragic attempt to salvage his dignity, when it dawned on him: Was this some elaborate ruse to get rid of him?
Casper's blue eyes widened.
Was Lucas just stringing him along? Could he have had some sort of recording device?
His heart leaped into his throat. Was the whole office in on this?
Wood whispered against wood as he drew open a compartment of his desk. He eyed a stack of papers--termination notices--with very real consideration. That German shepherd wasn't going to have the last laugh here--he would make sure of that.
And then came a quiet knock that shuddered the door.
The drawer snapped shut. "...Lucas?"
The German shepherd, frosted over from the fur on his chin to the ears on his head, slipped into the room on the tips of his toes. He eased the door shut behind him with equal mindfulness, so as to avoid agitating the worn hinges. Nobody could know that he and Casper were in here--and by themselves, at that.
"Morning, pup! Sorry I'm late." He threw his green parka off and onto the floor, giving his fur a quick shake. "Car wouldn't start. You wouldn't imagine how useless hares are with cars."
The corgi eyed the soggy coat with the same revulsion that one would a cockroach. "Were you raised in a--"
The shepherd fanned a brown paw at his pup dismissively. "I don't wanna hear it from you, shorty. Not right now. 'T's too early for your ass." He adjusted the collar of his black polo and stretched lazily. "Aaalrighty, then... Let's see those potty-pants'a yours. Still haven't changed, I hope?"
Casper's ears swooped back. "No, I haven't. I've actually had to bring an extra pair of pants--" He tapped a finger noisily on the surface of his black suitcase, "--because I'm having a little bit of a problem with, uh..."
"...Leaking?" Lucas grinned, running his paws through his snow-plastered headfur. "Good thing I'm here, huh?"
The corgi looked away and smiled to himself. He came back. "If you could just get this over with... I have a job to do." He began to unbutton his cardigan, shifting anxiously in his chair. "And, incidentally, so do you."
"Awriiight, awright-awright. God, what are you?" Lucas rolled his eyes and slapped a paw on the wooden desk. "Alright, plantcher diaperbutt right here. You did bring spares, right?"
Casper nodded. As he rose from the chair, his slacks fell to the floor, revealing a splotchy, yellowed mass squeezed between his tiny legs. The plastic shell glistened with its underlying package, soaked as it was, as if the plastic backing itself were sweating. Sagging loops hung slack where the gathers once held their place snugly against his inner thigh, revealing, from Lucas's angle, his humble piece through the openings. As he stepped out of the band of his pants, the distinct and sickening aroma of well-fermented diaper wafted through the vanilla-scented air.
Lucas's nose twitched.
"Phew! Kid, that's me?" He groaned, burying his snout into the long of his arm. "I should really watch my coffee intake."
"Oh, you think? You know I don't come to work smelling like--well!--you know!"
"Pshhh..." The German shepherd dropped himself into the guest chair and spread his legs comfortably. From his pocket he produced a black, gas station-quality lighter, which he took to flicking idly. He added, sideways, "You still liked it though, huh?"
Fff-tch! Fffffff-tch!
A tiny flame danced in the cup of his paw. He looked up at Casper and tossed his head, his headfur falling flawlessly into place. His voice took on a gravelly, sensuous quality, even as it dropped to a whisper: "Ya know, sleepin' in huggies filled with Papa Lukey's piss?"
As if to remind the corgi where urine comes from, Lucas gave his bejeaned crotch a lewd squeeze. Fuck, was he ready.
Casper stood, mortified, in the ring of his fallen pants. An unmistakable mound announced itself with the audible crackle of straining diaper-tapes as it struggled against the heavy pulp of his diaper. The answer was obvious, plastered to the corgi's face in the form of a brilliant flush of red: Yes, _He thought, but didn't say; _I loved it. I need it. A deep whine sounded in his throat as he crossed his paws over his puppy-boner, all features folded.
"Uh huh," Lucas teased, blowing the flame out on his lighter. His eyes caught Casper's, and held them for what felt like an eternity. "That's what I thought."
The unfailing metronome of the clock dominated for a time--slowed, it seemed, in his wild fantasies--before, suddenly, he was reminded of a mounting urgency: He had shit to do.
Casper sat noisily on a corner of his desk and begged, his voice broken to a childish whine: "Look, can we please just... do this?" He motioned frantically to the sagging piss-smuggler hanging from his waist.
Lucas huffed through his nose as he stood from the chair, pocketing the lighter behind him. "There's no need to rush, buddy." With an unexpected gentleness, he laid his paws on the kid's knees and planted a tender smooch on his forehead. He pushed insistently on the little corgi's chest, laying him out flat on the desk, legs dangling over the side. "Besides, I gotta make sure I'm the only alpha around here marking his territory..."
Casper cocked his head to the side as the shepherd knelt down, his paws resting squarely over his blond-furred knees. The kid let out a startled "yipe!" as he found his owner's great, black nose snuffling around the weighty bulk of his sagging pampers. The sopping gel molded around his puppy bits as Lucas's snout prodded the pissy mass. His meager doggy-dick positively ached.
Sniff,_ sniff_,_ sniff-sniff_,_ _snuff.
"Hmm..." Lucas evaluated the stink with the same finicky discrimination of a professional wine taster. "A-yup. Just you 'n' me in there." Piss trickled out of the gaping gathers as he gave the bloated sack a forceful squeeze. "Let's get you changed out of that."
Casper whined and hid his face in overlapped wrists. "Just... hurry."
The German shepherd leaned over the desk and unsnapped the latches on Casper's suitcase. Inside, he found a folded pair of black pants, two diapers, his clipboard, and... a bottle of puppy powder. Underneath the bottle sat a white, unlabeled box of what could only have been moist wipes.
"Huh. Wow, you're more of a puppy than I thought." He chaffed, examining the back of the bottle.
"It keeps the rashes away..." The corgi murmured defensively. He added, voice lowered, "...And--uh--it smells nice."
"Oooh, lavender and chamomile!" Lucas's expression lit up with exaggerated delight. "How fancy!"
Casper grinned stupidly and slid his thumb into his maw, biting down on it to the knuckle. His fingers arched over his snout, lending him the rather convincing appearance of a weedy puppy. "'S'my favorite." He burbled.
"Oh, yeah?" Lucas smiled, scritching lovingly against the puppy's blond tummy.
Casper fiercely objected.
"Chaaange!" He squealed, pushing Lucas's paw aside. "I have stuff to do!"
His sheppy frowned at him, turning an expectant ear to the pitiful corgi.
"...please?"
"Oh, alright. Since you asked so nicely..." Keenly aware of the sudden seriousness in Casper's voice, the shepherd ripped open the pup's tapes without further hesitation and pulled the limp, well-used flap of his diaper down, exposing an erection at half-mast just underneath. "Ya know... I'd say you liked daddy sniffing you like that."
The pup hung both his paws over his snout and whimpered submissively. He had shit to do, but he wasn't one to lie, either.
"Maybe a lil bit..."
Lucas chuckled. "Well, if you're a good pup, I might be able to help you out later." He pulled the soggy puppy-pants out from under his bottom, trailing a wet mark along the desk as it went. Man, was he soaked. "But, you know--we've 'got a job to do,' or something." He teased, imitating Casper's nasally, boyish voice.
Without missing a beat, the corgi sat up abruptly and swung his leg over his side of the desk.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where're you going, little dude?"
"I, uh..." Casper poked his fingers together and blushed hot under his cheekfur, "You said I couldn't change, and I've had to kind of--uhhhhn--go all night. I just really need to take a--"
"A what?" Lucas interjected, a knowing smile curling the sides of his maw. He leaned forward, his arms at either side of the corgi, effectively locking him against the desk. "Gotta go poopy, huh?" He whispered into the hollow of his ear.
Casper sighed obnoxiously and turned his face away from the shepherd's, cheeks flush with an unlikely mixture of embarrassment and irritation. He stuck his bottom lip out in protest and shook his head lamely, just as a cub would.
The German shepherd leaned further into him, bringing him gently to rest on his back again. "Too shy? D'aww..." He rested a paw on his puppy's tummy and gave it another few good scritches. "It's alright, piddle-pup. Why do you think you have these, huh?" He tossed his head in the direction of the open suitcase, where two crisp, folded diapers lay waiting for a cute behind to hug.
"I don't do that." He pouted, eyebrows furrowed. "I won't do that."
"It's a good thing you don't make those decisions now, huh?" Lucas smirked, throwing the pup's leg back over in front of him. "It's either that or on the desk. And, honestly, you don't pay me enough to clean your shit off a desk, Ranquist."
"That's not even--"
"Well, you are a puppy, aren't you?"
Casper lowered his ears and frowned. "Yeah... but--"
"You're my puppy. And my puppy doesn't know how to use the potty, soo..." Lucas retrieved a diaper from the suitcase and opened it fluildly, snapping it twice between his paws for emphasis. "I think we both know what's about ta happen."
Casper stared him down for a moment, ears flattened back in a (rather pathetic) contest for dominance. Finding Lucas immovable, he dropped his shoulders and let out a defeated sigh. The little corgi shifted his bottom on the desk and hiked his white button-down shirt up for easier access. He folded his arms grudgingly and looked away with a thorough scowl. "Whatever. Just... Ugh. Whatever."
Lucas grinned triumphantly and slid the fresh padding under Cas's bottom, careful not to tear the fabric as he snaked the pup's tail through the back hole. He unscrewed the cap on the bottle of cubby powder and sprinkled an ample amount of it between his legs and under his taut, little bottom. It actually did kind of smell good...
"...That's my favoritest smell ever." Casper mumbled with an uncharacteristically childish lilt. As his annoyance eased with the scent, he added: "It helps me sleep sometimes."
"Oh, yeah?" Lucas looked up at him and smiled warmly. He was such _a little kid. "Here, let's give ya a little extra since you're bein' such a good boy..." With another spritz of the bottle, the shepherd dusted his crotch--almost up to his tummy--in a white, fragrant film. "There, _aaand..." He reached around behind the pup, adjusting the back so that it was even with the front, and pulled the crinkly pad up and over his crotch.
A dull, muted poot rumbled in the hammock of Casper's padding. His cheeks ignited, hot in embarrassment.
"Uh-oh." Lucas stopped and gave the kid's bottom a leery glance. "Not a moment too soon, huh? Let's get this on you quickly, then." Clumsily, he stuck the tapes firmly over the front, where they held the diaper fast with OCD-triggering unevenness. He ran his fingers along the frills of his leg-holes and, satisfied with their snugness, gave the corgi a gentle pat on the bottom. He clapped his paws together. "There-go. All padded up and smelling pretty--for the moment."
Much to Lucas's surprise, the pup sat up on his knees and leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his torso and rubbing his head against his shoulder.
"Thanks..." Cas muttered with stifled gratitude.
"Heh. No problem, kiddo." He gave the pup another kiss on the forehead and rubbed his bottom expectantly.
Another fart briefly inflated the plastic shell of Casper's diaper.
His face screwed up in humiliation as he sat down on his puffy rear. "Hnnnh..." He sniveled, "I, uh... I'd like some privacy, if that's okay."
The shepherd grinned and ruffled the corgi's headfur. "A' course, little buddy. Here, I'll turn around while you take care of your, uh... 'business.'" True to his word, he turned, arms folded, and fixed his brown eyes on the clock. It was 8:57.
Cas simpered gratefully at his owner as he slid off the surface with a noisy crinkle. He crouched down at the foot of his desk, turned his head behind him to assure himself that Lucas was, in fact, not watching, and, with no audience, gripped his footpaws tightly. Suppressing an adorable grunt, the corgi loosed a series of rapidfire farts that poppled into his padding before breaking into a low, airy groan. The seat of his diaper inhaled as his tailhole puckered itself in anticipation.
Luke couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at the squatting corgi. He arched his fingers over the frame of his face and bit down on his pinky. What a fuckin' gorgeous view.
The pup lowered his head and grunted again, a sizable bulge poking out just below his flagging tail. Hot, soft mess crackled into the back of his well-powdered diaper, weighing it down as it nestled itself under his taint. Another bulge expanded where the other ended, filling out the once-virgin padding with his canine clay. The strangely arousing scent of lavender mingled with the noisome odor of corgi-filth in his nostrils. He really smelled--and felt--like a little puppy again. A final, muffled doot signaled the end of his 'business.'
Casper reached under himself and patted the loaded seat of his baby-pants. He bit his bottom lip with a child-like curiosity, feeling the warm mass spread under his fingers. His toes curled in on themselves and his fur bristled as another paw rested itself over his.
He looked up.
Staring down at him with that gorgeous smile was none other than Lucas, his sheppy. He crouched just behind him and slid his snout to meet cheek-to-cheek with his corgi pup.
"All done, buddy?" He whispered, clasping the pup's paw tightly in his. He made sure the kid could feel every inch of his 'accident' with a firm squeeze.
Casper nodded silently, ears plastered to the sides of his head. A low whine rang in his throat.
Lucas rested his chin on the corgi's shoulder and took in a deep breath. His nostrils flared like a bloodhound hot on the trail. He eased Casper's paws onto the window-sill and leaned into him, a heavy, gruff gnarl contrasting the corgi's feeble whimpers.
His paws kneaded the soft, hot package that was Cas's padded rear. Mating instincts in overdrive, he unzipped his jeans and let his doghood protrude through the opening of his gray boxer-briefs. He pressed his dick firmly against the warm, mushy plastic of his pup's bottom and rutted excitedly against it, his tongue lolling out of his maw in feral ecstasy.
In his paws he squeezed the quickly-warming front of his omega's pampers, taking in his earthy, babyish stink with deep, measured sniffs. He chuckled huskily as a faint hiss grew with the blooming warmth. He leaned into the boy, his snout pressed tightly against his cheek.
"Puppy's havin' another accident, huh?" Lucas crooned. He could feel the pup's piss splash against the padding in the cup of his paw.
Casper nodded submissively. The entirety of his lithe frame shivered violently as his alpha squished, prodded, and molested him through his loaded diaper. His puppy dick throbbed achingly in its soggy prison.
"That'sa good boy." The shepherd whispered, squeezing against his cramped--yet stiffening--puppy bits. The crease he drove into Casper's padded rear glistened with a discharge of canine precum as he humped vigorously against its squishy stink.
Casper's grip on the window-sill slackened as his owner worked the contents of his heavy bottom forward with each forceful thrust against his rear. He let out an impassioned moan, his forehead pressed against the wall. With a pathetic mewl, he slumped forward and raised his wagging tail, inviting Lucas to come play.
The shepherd didn't need much encouragement.