{"sf1_id":1150717,"sf2_id":"r177l4N1","title":"The Guy in Charge: Chapter II - Pouring His Guts Out","author":"JJthePup","words":3088,"posted_at":"2017-02-27T12:59:00.000Z","tags":["AB/DL","Alpha","Corgi","Desperation","Diapers","German Shepherd","Humping","M/M","Relationship","The guy in charge","messing","wetting"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150717-the-guy-in-charge-chapter-ii-pouring-his-guts-out","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r177l4N1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c6/64/c6646323-fc25-488f-ba8d-fec0107cbda9","description":"#3 of The Guy in Charge","content":"I'm well aware this chapter\u0026nbsp;is painfully unfinished. **There is every intention to finish it** \u0026nbsp;at a future date, but\u0026nbsp;I thought it high\u0026nbsp;time to share with all of you the smut I've locked away for waaay too long now.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlso, let me know what ya'll think about this one. It's... a bit heavier in the kink department than the last two.\u0026nbsp;I'll, uh... be sure to tailor future continuations based on responses.\u0026nbsp;;p\n\nEnjoy!\n\nCharacters:\n\n- Lucas Albermann\u0026nbsp;- a German shepherd; sexy, athletic, and looooves him some\u0026nbsp;diapz; closeted gay; 25 years old\n- Karl \"Kay\"\u0026nbsp;Braff\u0026nbsp;- a stoner\u0026nbsp;hare and Lucas's co-worker and roommate; blazed more often than sober; bisexual; 26\u0026nbsp;years old\n- Casper\u0026nbsp;Ranquist\u0026nbsp;- a\u0026nbsp;blond\u0026nbsp;corgi; newly-appointed\u0026nbsp;supervisor\u0026nbsp;of some as-of-yet\u0026nbsp;unnamed call-center; gay; 20 years old\n\nYou can read the\u0026nbsp;earlier chapters here, if you're that kind of\u0026nbsp;person (_and I do\u0026nbsp;secretly like you for that_):\n\n[The Guy in Charge: Prologue](https://www.sofurry.com/view/885363)\n\n[The Guy in Charge: Chapter I - An Agreement](https://www.sofurry.com/view/886246)\n\nEnjoy! :3\n\n* * *\n\n* * *\n\n* * *\n\nCasper scuttled through the office with a black suitcase at his side. At his approach, lesser\u0026nbsp;employees ducked into their cubicles and pretended to be worth their wages.\n\nBut today, they had little to fear--even if they didn't know it.\n\nLisa, 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\u0026nbsp;wide with the sudden realization that she was still wearing her beloved\u0026nbsp;hat.\u0026nbsp;\"Morning, Casper! I-- I\u0026nbsp;_just_\u0026nbsp;got here and I\u0026nbsp;_swear_\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;was about to take it off! And\u0026nbsp;I'm not_\u0026nbsp;technically_\u0026nbsp;clocked in yet--\"\n\nThe corgi merely\u0026nbsp;nodded\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;waddling\u0026nbsp;step.\u0026nbsp;\n\nLisa blinked.\n\n\"Um, well--\" She started, a\u0026nbsp;sigh of relief\u0026nbsp;rolling over the steam of her coffee,\u0026nbsp;\"--have a good morning, then,\u0026nbsp;Casper.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yep.\" Came his flat response\u0026nbsp;amid the jingling of keys. He tossed a paw\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;grumbled, more to the door than his fellow employees, \"I do hope that's everything you're going to bother me with today.\" \u0026nbsp;\n\nThe hinges\u0026nbsp;of his office creaked shrilly as he entered the room, suitcase swung over\u0026nbsp;as if\u0026nbsp;to conceal something.\u0026nbsp;With an unceremonious\u0026nbsp;_thud_, the door shut tight\u0026nbsp;behind him without so much as a single \"_Get to work_!\"\n\nA wave of pleasant surprise washed over the entire floor. It was then that, without the iron grip of their corgi overlord,\u0026nbsp;the festivities\u0026nbsp;of IT life began in earnest.\n\nWoo.\n\n* * *\n\nInside his private office, the maddening metronome of clock-hands throbbed\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;Casper's head\u0026nbsp;with every passing second.\u0026nbsp;He brooded\u0026nbsp;over his desk,\u0026nbsp;the squeak of his leather chair only heightening his anxiousness. He had shit to do.\n\nIt was already 8:40, and\u0026nbsp;Lucas was scheduled to be in at 8:00. Tardiness was, in his view, an unforgivable offense.\n\nEven 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._'\n\nWell, here he was, feeling all the smaller\u0026nbsp;for it\u0026nbsp;in his oversized\u0026nbsp;office-throne. His eyes fell shamefully to his footpaws; he almost thought Lucas had a shot at being the fur for him. Sure,\u0026nbsp;his sassiness often got in the way of any meaningful relationships, but Lucas saw through that. At least, he _thought_ he did.\u0026nbsp;It all made him feel so foolish.\n\nSlowly, as his eyes traced\u0026nbsp;the edges of the\u0026nbsp;little desk-plaque that read \"Casper A. Ranquist - Supervisor,\" his self-pity turned to indignation.\n\nWhat was he, now? What kind of supervisor caves to his subordinate's advances\u0026nbsp;like some cheap whore? How did he let him get to him like that?\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis fingers worked the knot on his bright blue tie,\u0026nbsp;straightening it\u0026nbsp;in a\u0026nbsp;tragic attempt to salvage his dignity, when it\u0026nbsp;dawned on him: Was this some elaborate ruse to get rid of him?\u0026nbsp;\n\nCasper's blue eyes widened.\n\nWas Lucas just stringing him along?\u0026nbsp;Could he\u0026nbsp;have had some sort of recording device?\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis heart leaped\u0026nbsp;into his throat.\u0026nbsp;_Was the whole office in on this_?\n\nWood 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.\n\nAnd then came a quiet knock that shuddered the door.\n\nThe drawer snapped shut.\u0026nbsp;\"...Lucas?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe 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\u0026nbsp;behind him with equal\u0026nbsp;mindfulness, so as to avoid agitating the worn hinges.\u0026nbsp;Nobody could know that he and Casper were in here--and by themselves, at that.\n\n\"Morning, pup! Sorry I'm late.\" He threw his green parka off\u0026nbsp;and onto the floor, giving his fur a quick shake. \"Car wouldn't start. You wouldn't\u0026nbsp;_imagine_\u0026nbsp;how useless hares are with cars.\"\n\nThe corgi eyed the soggy coat with the same revulsion\u0026nbsp;that\u0026nbsp;one would a cockroach.\u0026nbsp;\"Were you\u0026nbsp;_raised in a_--\"\n\nThe shepherd fanned a brown paw at his pup dismissively.\u0026nbsp;\"I don't wanna\u0026nbsp;hear it from\u0026nbsp;_you_, shorty. Not right now. 'T's\u0026nbsp;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?\"\n\nCasper's ears swooped back. \"No, I haven't. I've actually had to bring an extra pair of pants--\" He tapped a\u0026nbsp;finger\u0026nbsp;noisily on the surface of his black suitcase, \"--because I'm having a little bit of a problem with, uh...\"\n\n\"...Leaking?\" Lucas grinned, running his paws through his snow-plastered\u0026nbsp;headfur. \"Good thing I'm here, huh?\"\n\nThe 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.\u0026nbsp;\"And, incidentally, so do you.\"\n\n\"_Awriiight_, awright-awright. God, what\u0026nbsp;_are_\u0026nbsp;you?\" Lucas rolled his eyes and slapped a paw on the wooden\u0026nbsp;desk.\u0026nbsp;\"Alright, plantcher diaperbutt right here.\u0026nbsp;You _did_ bring spares, right?\"\n\nCasper nodded.\u0026nbsp;As he rose from the\u0026nbsp;chair, his slacks fell to the floor, revealing a splotchy, yellowed mass squeezed between his tiny legs. The plastic shell glistened with its\u0026nbsp;underlying package, soaked as it was, as if the plastic backing\u0026nbsp;itself were sweating.\u0026nbsp;Sagging loops hung slack\u0026nbsp;where the gathers once held their place snugly against his inner thigh, revealing, from Lucas's angle, his humble piece\u0026nbsp;through the openings.\u0026nbsp;As he stepped out of the band\u0026nbsp;of his pants, the distinct and\u0026nbsp;sickening aroma of well-fermented diaper\u0026nbsp;wafted through the\u0026nbsp;vanilla-scented air.\n\nLucas's nose twitched.\n\n\"_Phew_! Kid, that's\u0026nbsp;_me_?\" He\u0026nbsp;groaned, burying his snout into the long of his arm. \"I should _really_ watch my coffee intake.\"\n\n\"Oh, you\u0026nbsp;_think_? You know I don't come to work smelling like--_well_!--you know!\"\n\n\"_Pshhh_...\" The German\u0026nbsp;shepherd dropped himself into the\u0026nbsp;guest chair and spread his legs comfortably. From his pocket he produced a black, gas station-quality lighter, which he took to flicking idly.\u0026nbsp;He added, sideways,\u0026nbsp;\"You still liked it though,\u0026nbsp;huh?\"\n\n_Fff-tch_! _Fffffff-tch_!\n\nA tiny\u0026nbsp;flame danced in the cup of his paw. He looked up at Casper\u0026nbsp;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:\u0026nbsp;\"Ya know, sleepin' in huggies filled with Papa\u0026nbsp;Lukey's\u0026nbsp;piss?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs if to remind the corgi where urine comes from, Lucas gave his bejeaned crotch a lewd squeeze. _Fuck_, was he ready.\n\nCasper stood,\u0026nbsp;mortified,\u0026nbsp;in the ring of his fallen pants. An unmistakable\u0026nbsp;mound announced itself\u0026nbsp;with the audible\u0026nbsp;_crackle_\u0026nbsp;of straining diaper-tapes as it struggled\u0026nbsp;against the heavy pulp\u0026nbsp;of his\u0026nbsp;diaper. The answer was obvious, plastered to the corgi's face in the form of a brilliant flush of red: _Yes,\u0026nbsp;_He thought, but didn't say;\u0026nbsp;_I loved it_. _I need it_.\u0026nbsp;A deep whine sounded in his throat as he crossed his paws over his puppy-boner, all features folded.\n\n\"_Uh huh,_\" Lucas teased, blowing the flame out on his lighter. His eyes caught\u0026nbsp;Casper's, and held them for what felt like an eternity. \"That's what I thought.\"\n\nThe unfailing\u0026nbsp;metronome of the\u0026nbsp;clock dominated for a time--slowed, it seemed, in his wild fantasies--before,\u0026nbsp;suddenly, he\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;reminded of a mounting urgency: _He had shit to do_.\n\nCasper sat noisily on a corner of his desk and begged, his\u0026nbsp;voice broken\u0026nbsp;to a childish whine: \"Look, can we\u0026nbsp;_please_\u0026nbsp;just... _do_ this?\" He motioned frantically\u0026nbsp;to the sagging piss-smuggler hanging from his waist.\n\nLucas huffed\u0026nbsp;through his nose as he stood from the\u0026nbsp;chair, pocketing the lighter behind him.\u0026nbsp;\"There's no need to rush, buddy.\" With an unexpected gentleness, he\u0026nbsp;laid his paws on the kid's knees and planted a tender smooch on his forehead. He pushed insistently on\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;marking his territory...\"\n\nCasper cocked his head to the side\u0026nbsp;as\u0026nbsp;the shepherd knelt\u0026nbsp;down, his paws resting\u0026nbsp;squarely over his blond-furred\u0026nbsp;knees.\u0026nbsp;The kid let out\u0026nbsp;a startled \"_yipe_!\"\u0026nbsp;as he found his owner's\u0026nbsp;great, black\u0026nbsp;nose\u0026nbsp;snuffling around the weighty\u0026nbsp;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_.\n\n_Sniff_,_\u0026nbsp;sniff_,_\u0026nbsp;sniff-sniff_,_\u0026nbsp;__snuff_.\n\n\"Hmm...\" Lucas evaluated the stink with the same finicky\u0026nbsp;discrimination\u0026nbsp;of\u0026nbsp;a professional wine taster. \"A-yup. Just you 'n' me in there.\" Piss trickled\u0026nbsp;out of the gaping gathers as he\u0026nbsp;gave the bloated\u0026nbsp;sack\u0026nbsp;a forceful squeeze. \"Let's get you changed out of that.\"\n\nCasper whined and hid his face in overlapped wrists. \"Just...\u0026nbsp;_hurry_.\"\n\nThe German\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;a white,\u0026nbsp;unlabeled\u0026nbsp;box of\u0026nbsp;what could only have been moist\u0026nbsp;wipes.\n\n\"Huh.\u0026nbsp;_Wow_,\u0026nbsp;you're more of a puppy\u0026nbsp;than I thought.\" He chaffed, examining the back of the bottle.\n\n\"It keeps the rashes away...\" The corgi\u0026nbsp;murmured defensively. He added, voice lowered,\u0026nbsp;\"...And--_uh_--it smells nice.\"\n\n\"Oooh, lavender\u0026nbsp;_and_\u0026nbsp;chamomile!\" Lucas's expression lit up\u0026nbsp;with exaggerated delight.\u0026nbsp;\"How\u0026nbsp;_fancy_!\"\n\nCasper grinned stupidly and slid his thumb into his maw, biting down on it to\u0026nbsp;the knuckle. His fingers arched over his snout, lending him the rather convincing\u0026nbsp;appearance of a weedy puppy. \"'S'my favorite.\" He burbled.\n\n\"Oh, yeah?\" Lucas smiled, scritching lovingly against the puppy's blond tummy.\n\nCasper fiercely objected.\n\n\"_Chaaange_!\" He squealed, pushing\u0026nbsp;Lucas's paw aside. \"I have\u0026nbsp;_stuff_\u0026nbsp;to do!\"\n\nHis sheppy frowned at him, turning an\u0026nbsp;expectant ear to the pitiful corgi.\n\n\"..._please_?\"\n\n\"Oh,\u0026nbsp;_alright_. Since you asked _so nicely_...\" Keenly aware\u0026nbsp;of the\u0026nbsp;sudden seriousness in Casper's voice, the shepherd ripped open the pup's\u0026nbsp;tapes without further hesitation\u0026nbsp;and pulled the limp, well-used flap of his diaper down, exposing an erection at half-mast\u0026nbsp;just underneath.\u0026nbsp;\"Ya know...\u0026nbsp;I'd say you\u0026nbsp;_liked_\u0026nbsp;daddy sniffing you like that.\"\n\nThe pup hung both\u0026nbsp;his paws over\u0026nbsp;his snout and whimpered submissively.\u0026nbsp;_He had shit to do_, but he wasn't one to lie, either.\n\n\"Maybe a lil bit...\"\n\nLucas chuckled.\u0026nbsp;\"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.\u0026nbsp;_Man_,\u0026nbsp;was he\u0026nbsp;soaked. \"But,\u0026nbsp;_you know_--we've 'got a job to do,'\u0026nbsp;or something.\" He teased, imitating Casper's nasally, boyish voice.\n\nWithout missing a beat, the corgi sat up abruptly and swung his leg over his side of the desk.\n\n\"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where're\u0026nbsp;_you_\u0026nbsp;going, little dude?\"\n\n\"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_\u0026nbsp;all night.\u0026nbsp;I just really need to take a--\"\n\n\"A what?\" Lucas interjected, a knowing\u0026nbsp;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.\n\nCasper sighed obnoxiously and turned his face away from the shepherd's, cheeks flush with an unlikely\u0026nbsp;mixture of\u0026nbsp;embarrassment and irritation. He stuck his bottom lip out in protest and shook his head lamely, just as a cub would.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe German shepherd leaned further into him, bringing him gently\u0026nbsp;to rest on his back again. \"Too shy?\u0026nbsp;_D'aww_...\" He\u0026nbsp;rested a paw on his puppy's tummy and gave it another\u0026nbsp;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.\n\n\"I don't do that.\" He pouted, eyebrows furrowed.\u0026nbsp;\"I\u0026nbsp;_won't_\u0026nbsp;do that.\"\n\n\"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\u0026nbsp;the desk. And, honestly, you don't pay me enough to clean your shit off a desk, Ranquist.\"\n\n\"_That's not even_--\"\n\n\"Well, you\u0026nbsp;_are_\u0026nbsp;a puppy, aren't you?\"\n\nCasper lowered his ears and frowned. \"Yeah... but--\"\n\n\"You're\u0026nbsp;_my_\u0026nbsp;puppy. And\u0026nbsp;_my_\u0026nbsp;puppy doesn't know how to use the potty,\u0026nbsp;_soo_...\" Lucas retrieved a diaper from the suitcase and opened it fluildly, snapping it twice\u0026nbsp;between his paws\u0026nbsp;for emphasis. \"I think we both\u0026nbsp;know what's about ta happen.\"\n\nCasper stared him down for a moment, ears flattened back in a (rather\u0026nbsp;pathetic) contest for dominance. Finding Lucas immovable, he dropped his shoulders and let out a defeated sigh.\u0026nbsp;The little corgi shifted his bottom on the desk and hiked\u0026nbsp;his white button-down shirt up\u0026nbsp;for easier access. He\u0026nbsp;folded his arms grudgingly and looked away with a thorough scowl. \"Whatever. Just...\u0026nbsp;_Ugh.\u0026nbsp;Whatever_.\"\n\nLucas grinned triumphantly and slid\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;_did_\u0026nbsp;kind of smell good...\n\n\"...That's my favoritest smell ever.\" Casper mumbled with an uncharacteristically\u0026nbsp;childish lilt. As his annoyance\u0026nbsp;eased with the scent, he added:\u0026nbsp;\"It helps me sleep sometimes.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah?\" Lucas looked up at him and smiled warmly. He was\u0026nbsp;_such\u0026nbsp;_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\u0026nbsp;dusted his crotch--almost up to his tummy--in a white, fragrant film. \"There,\u0026nbsp;_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.\u0026nbsp;\n\nA dull, muted poot rumbled in the hammock\u0026nbsp;of Casper's padding. His cheeks ignited, hot\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;embarrassment.\n\n\"Uh-oh.\" Lucas stopped and gave the kid's bottom a leery glance.\u0026nbsp;\"Not a moment too soon, huh? Let's get this on you quickly, then.\"\u0026nbsp;Clumsily, he stuck\u0026nbsp;the tapes firmly over the front, where they held the diaper fast\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;clapped his paws together. \"There-go. All padded up and smelling pretty--for the moment.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nMuch 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.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Thanks...\" Cas\u0026nbsp;muttered with stifled gratitude.\n\n\"_Heh_.\u0026nbsp;No problem, kiddo.\" He gave the pup another kiss on the forehead and rubbed his bottom expectantly.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother fart briefly\u0026nbsp;inflated the plastic shell of Casper's diaper.\n\nHis face screwed up in humiliation as he sat down on his puffy rear. \"_Hnnnh_...\" He sniveled,\u0026nbsp;\"I, uh... I'd like some privacy, if that's okay.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe 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.\u0026nbsp;\n\nCas simpered gratefully at his owner\u0026nbsp;as\u0026nbsp;he slid off the surface with a noisy crinkle. He\u0026nbsp;crouched down at the foot of his desk, turned his head behind him to assure himself that\u0026nbsp;Lucas was, in\u0026nbsp;fact,\u0026nbsp;_not_\u0026nbsp;watching,\u0026nbsp;and, with no audience, gripped his footpaws tightly. Suppressing\u0026nbsp;an adorable\u0026nbsp;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.\n\nLuke 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.\u0026nbsp;_What a fuckin' gorgeous view_.\n\nThe pup lowered his head and grunted again, a sizable bulge poking out just below his flagging tail. Hot, soft mess crackled into the back\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;clay. The strangely\u0026nbsp;arousing scent of\u0026nbsp;lavender mingled with the noisome odor of corgi-filth in his nostrils. He really smelled--and\u0026nbsp;_felt_--like a little\u0026nbsp;puppy again. A final, muffled\u0026nbsp;_doot_\u0026nbsp;signaled the end of his 'business.'\n\nCasper reached under himself and patted the loaded\u0026nbsp;seat of his baby-pants. He bit his bottom lip with a\u0026nbsp;child-like curiosity, feeling the warm mass spread under\u0026nbsp;his fingers.\u0026nbsp;His toes curled in on themselves and his fur bristled as another paw rested itself over his.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe looked up.\n\nStaring down at him with that gorgeous\u0026nbsp;smile was none other than\u0026nbsp;Lucas, his sheppy. He crouched just behind him and slid\u0026nbsp;his snout to meet\u0026nbsp;cheek-to-cheek with his corgi pup.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"All done, buddy?\" He whispered, clasping the pup's paw tightly\u0026nbsp;in his. He made sure the kid\u0026nbsp;could feel every inch of his 'accident' with a firm squeeze.\n\nCasper nodded silently, ears plastered to the sides of his head. A low whine rang in his throat.\n\nLucas rested his chin on the corgi's shoulder and took in\u0026nbsp;a deep breath. His nostrils flared like a bloodhound hot\u0026nbsp;on the trail.\u0026nbsp;He eased Casper's paws onto the window-sill and leaned into him, a heavy, gruff gnarl contrasting the corgi's feeble whimpers.\n\nHis paws kneaded the soft, hot package that was\u0026nbsp;Cas's padded rear. Mating instincts in overdrive, he unzipped his jeans and let his doghood protrude\u0026nbsp;through the opening\u0026nbsp;of his gray boxer-briefs. He pressed his dick firmly\u0026nbsp;against\u0026nbsp;the warm, mushy plastic of his pup's bottom and rutted excitedly against it, his tongue lolling out of his maw in feral ecstasy.\n\nIn his paws he squeezed the quickly-warming front of his omega's pampers, taking in his earthy,\u0026nbsp;babyish stink with deep, measured\u0026nbsp;sniffs. He chuckled huskily as a faint hiss grew with the blooming warmth. He\u0026nbsp;leaned into the boy, his snout pressed tightly against his cheek.\n\n\"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.\n\nCasper\u0026nbsp;nodded submissively. The entirety of his lithe frame\u0026nbsp;shivered violently\u0026nbsp;as his alpha squished, prodded, and molested him through his loaded diaper. His puppy dick throbbed achingly in its soggy prison.\n\n\"That'sa good boy.\" The shepherd whispered, squeezing against his\u0026nbsp;cramped--yet stiffening--puppy bits. The crease he drove into\u0026nbsp;Casper's padded\u0026nbsp;rear glistened with a\u0026nbsp;discharge of canine precum as he\u0026nbsp;humped vigorously against\u0026nbsp;its squishy stink.\n\nCasper's grip on the window-sill slackened\u0026nbsp;as his owner worked the contents of his heavy bottom forward\u0026nbsp;with each\u0026nbsp;forceful thrust against his rear. He let out an impassioned moan, his forehead pressed against the wall. With a pathetic mewl, he slumped forward\u0026nbsp;and raised his wagging\u0026nbsp;tail, inviting Lucas to come play.\n\nThe shepherd didn't need much encouragement.\n\n* * *\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Guy in Charge","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/886246-the-guy-in-charge-chapter-i-an-agreement.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1405184-the-guy-in-charge-chapter-iii-doorsock.json"}}