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Chapter 7

Fair

The following few weeks progressed with several more close calls and intense moments where Kazard was sure the jig was up. The supplies had arrived thankfully over the weekend. He had spent most of his time off in his home, too nervous to actually go outside and get any of his errands done for fear of having an orgasmic episode as he had had at work.

Instead, he had waited patiently until another one struck with his messing and attempted to keep himself composed as much as possible during the spat of immense pleasure. He found that, although difficult and requiring a great deal of concentration, he could remain upright and tense various parts of his body such as his buttocks, arms, and thighs and keep himself from shaking too badly.

Was he in mid-sentence during such an attack, he planned to pass it off as a coughing fit, or at least attempt to? He found it immensely difficult to withhold a moan of pleasure during each session of sensual messing into the seat of his diapers.

The supplies had come as a slight relief to the fox, and after scouring the internet for tips and tricks he found that massaging the creams and powders into his fur not only slightly reduced the amount of mess that clung to him but it even made the experience of sitting and wearing the diapers much more comfortable, a small but welcome pleasantry.

At least I smell more like a well taken care of infant rather than one that smells like pee, he had thought to himself, as he slid up the pair of plastic pants that he had also purchased. They fit snugly around the diapers and, he hoped, would serve well in perhaps containing the smell that he found was becoming less and less distinct to his nostrils. He had needed to air out his bathroom during his changes and was beginning to worry that his own olfactory decay would cause him to be less adept at telling when the smell was obvious.

The wipes did little to take care of the mess caked to his backside, he found himself wondering why to bother with them at all when he could just hop in the shower and invest in some drain declogger instead.

As the weekend progressed he'd spent most of his time mentally preparing for returning to work that Monday, he found himself indulging in the fact that the box provided him a seemingly endless supply of diapers.

He had knelt down in front of the box, wearing nothing but a t-shirt which barely covered the top of his diapers and had taken out all of the diapers contained within the box and set them aside. He shut the box and reopened it to find it magically refilled with another dozen or so diapers.

I could probably save money on paper towels and dish sponges by just using these diapers. Maybe they might even serve as decent insulation... I might be the first person in the world to have to deal with the dilemma of what one could do with a literal limitless supply of diapers.

His musings were cut short when at that moment he noticed his tails were lifting instinctively behind him, and he had barely enough time to brace himself against his kitchen table as another orgasm thundered through his body, making his nerves all feel icy and burning at the same time as the waves of pleasure flowed through him.

He gasped as he felt the backseat of his diapers droop slightly, their now more subtle composition pressing themselves against him despite the mess he deposited in them.

As he felt the front of his diapers expand as another wetting accompanied them he sighed in resignation and padded up to the stairs once more to change himself into another pair of diapers, grateful at least that he had now set up a small stash of them alongside the supplies he had purchased underneath his sink.

My water bill is going to be through the roof this month, he thought to himself, as he turned the water on for yet another thorough cleaning. And I'm out of shampoo too...

The following few weeks at work were just as stressful as the first week when he had started his diaper dependence. Aaron had only given him space for a few days before he was at his regular old shenanigans again, bothering him just when he had begun to concentrate and get in the zone with his work and attempting to pathetically flex the slightest talents and 'skills' that he apparently possessed.

He had blessed the stars above however that he hadn't had any more moments of orgasmic ecstasy around him, but his luck hadn't been as good with Arya as on Friday that week she had popped in to ask him as she usually did what he would like for lunch that day.

He had a feeling that she was doing so just to get an opportunity to talk to him since

his reply had not changed once in the time that he had spent working there. Her face had turned from her normally cheery expression to one of concern and worry when she had seen him, panting and grasping the edge of his work station firmly, his eyes closed firmly as he tried to keep himself from making any noise.

He had almost jumped a foot into the air when he felt her paw on his shoulder, causing him to push out the rest of his mess rather abruptly into the seat of his pants. Thankfully, the plastic pants and subtle diaper had contained the noise and did not give away his infantile state through a droop in his pants. He merely prayed that the smell would not be picked up by her sensitive nostrils.

She had definitely been frowning slightly and her nose did twitch a little bit upon coming closer to him, but she seemed to be more focused on the state of his mind as she had inquired if he was okay and if he needed her to do anything.

He chuckled and smiled, trying his hardest to remain nonchalant but finding it very difficult as the last few dregs of lust were still in his mind, making it difficult to keep thoughts of just how much he was attracted to her at bay.

His heart at fluttered at her sweet attention and he had done his best to set her concerns aside, telling her that it was just the stress of the past week getting to him and that he'd be quite all right.

She had offered to drive him home as well, which he very much wanted to accept but realized that if he invited her to his home, the chances of her discovering his need for diapers were set quite high, as well as the smell factor that he was now beginning to pick up with his own nostrils.

Thankfully she had soon relented and let him be, but not without him promising her that if anything else happened he would allow her to take care of him for the day and ensure he was all right.

God damn it! She's even kinder than I had imagined her to be and I'm being totally cock-blocked by diapers of all things! This is ruining my life...

He had looked down at his pants as if to look through them and glare angrily at his already soaked, and rather smelly absorbent underwear that he had been wearing for almost three-fourths of a month now.

That's it, he thought to himself, I'm getting home and I'm attempting to strike another deal with the box, this has to stop!

Perhaps... Perhaps I could ask the box to work some magic for me? I've been so obedient these past few weeks with everything, I haven't even resisted by not wearing the diapers! Surely I could ask for a favor now since I've been so dedicated to obeying its instructions...

That evening he had driven back home, now almost used to the fact that he arrived home in a well sat through the mess and had immediately ventured over to the wooden box with a pen and a pad of paper, not even bothering to change before he had composed his bargain with the box.

Dear Box,

I've been obediently following your instructions down to the line and I have been keeping myself in these diapers for 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. However, they're beginning to seriously intrude on my abilities to socialize with other furs, especially since you've added the pleasure aspect through sexual euphoria when I mess. Would it be possible for me not to have to use my diapers when in potential social situations like at work? It would really relieve the stress of having to be incontinent quite a lot!

Yours,

Kazard

Hastily, he signed off on the note and deposited it in the box before shutting it quickly. He waited for a second and then opened it.

Nothing. No note in response, not even the note he had placed there by himself was there, just more neatly stacked diapers.

The grey-furred fox tried again, running a paw nervously through his headfur as he opened and shut the heavy wooden box lid over and over again, but found that no matter how many times he tried the box did not seem to have any intention to respond to him.

"AAAARGH!" he yelled aloud to nobody in particular, alone in his bedroom as he was. He paced back and forth, thinking furiously and not even caring that the added movement only further spread the mess in his diapers, the thickness of his soaked front constantly reminding him of his diaper-dependent state.

I seriously cannot catch a break with this thing! First I make a small request to have the diapers be a little bit less conspicuous and what do I get in return? ORGASMS DURING SHITS I CAN'T EVEN CONTROL! THIS IS SUCH AN OUTRAGE!

His anger getting the best of him, he sat down and furiously wrote another letter to the box.

Dear box,

This is literally a living hell, my life has been turned upside down because of the incontinence you've given me and I find it to be incredibly unfair. I want all of this to stop right now and this instant, you have no right to take away a basic ability like being able to control when I use the bathroom. Return my continence at once!

He didn't even bother signing and slammed the lid of the box on top of the note before kicking it under the bed. He got up to clean himself from his soiled diapers. Just as he took a step outside of his bedroom he heard a distinct, booming thump come from under his bed, seemingly exactly from the area where he stored the wooden box.

Swiftly he turned around and kneel before the box once more, sliding it out from under his bed he hastily opened the lid.

His jaw dropped, as he saw what appeared to be a small, pink chastity cage next to a note written in the box's handwriting.

It would seem your days are filled with stress and strife,

Thus there shall be a new addition to your life,

Disgust and displeasure come from your diaper usage,

Thus now you have been given a cage.

If you do not wish to have your experience enriched,

Then shall you have a lock and cage on your member, bewitched!

Lock into place this small appendage of charity,

Lest you fear your relationships fall into disparity.

It didn't take Kazard too long to figure out what the box was demanding now, and he felt his heart sink as it came to mind.

Sure, he figured he wouldn't experience those insanely pleasurable orgasms every time he messed, but now, he realized, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself at all.

He ran a paw over his face, feeling almost like crying he felt so helpless.

He picked up the cage, noticing a heart-shaped lock with no key supplied with it. He looked down at his diaper front, hidden from view as it was with his work clothes over it.

He whimpered out loud, knowing full well that he had made a mistake writing that angry letter so hastily to the box that now seemed to, quite literally, have him by the balls.