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Chapter 9

Arousing Suspicion

The next work day started off on the worst possible note, at least to the well-diapered silver furred fox who rolled up to work wearing a pair of diapers with no keys on the top two tapes that following Wednesday.

He had discovered through experimentation over that Tuesday which he had called in sick on, that once the diaper was completely untapped, one of the keys from the tabs disappeared. This comforted him only slightly, as he realized that he could at least readjust tapes and modify his diaper slightly.

Still... Once I put one on... I can only change twice, and of course the reset time comes at midnight...

During his day off he had decided to exhaust the number of changes entirely as an experiment to see how the twice every day rule worked. Once he had exceeded the limit of changes, he found that he couldn't pull off the tapes or tug the diaper down his legs no matter how hard he tried.

Whatever magic is in that box it really doesn't like to budge at all...

As he walked into his work building and settled down at his workstation, he ran a paw absentmindedly over the front of his padding, squeezing it gently. He had picked up this habit over the days of wearing the chastity cage, still unfamiliar with the lack of feeling and stimulation he experienced when touching himself.

He started as a voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Hiya Kaz! I'm glad you're looking better at least, did you do anything fun on your day off?"

Kazard looked up to meet the gaze of Arya, who stood leaning against the wall close to the corner. She stared at him, her usual expression of kindness and concern painted across her face. Something nagged in the back of Kazard's mind, a sneaking suspicion perhaps. He wasn't quite sure what the emotion was.

Quite smoothly he replied, "U-Uhh n-no nothing interesting in particular... J-just did some shopping and stayed at home mostly..."

Damn it... I didn't even bargain the box for anything for it to inhibit the way I talk but I'm so damn nervous about this whole diaper situation I can't even speak straight!

Arya's brow furrowed slightly, a small smile forming on her muzzle.

Is that a look of confusion or bemusement?

Kazard was not sure whether he read the expression correctly. He watched her tail swish behind her almost flirtatiously as she padded away from him, leaving his head in a swirl of aroused and confused emotions.

Naturally, Aaron decided to enter the scene at that point along with his boss, and Kazard got to enjoy a ten minute session of being chewed out for leaving work early the previous day and calling in sick the following.

He was able only to stammer out a few pathetic excuses about feeling extremely ill which his boss thoroughly ignored, much to the apparent amusement of the horse standing next to him.

The rest of the week was hardly smooth sailing from that point on, Arya always seemed to be hovering around Kaz when he least expected it, she had dropped by while he was messing twice, unbeknownst to her he hoped.

Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, but he could swear her eyes wandered to his oddly raised tails and fixated on his slight grimace the second time.

It didn't help that his voice was often rather squeaky when his body took him by surprise and emptied his bowels into the seat of his diapers. Still, her face didn't betray any realizations which was the only thing that comforted the silver fox.

One day he had used his diapers so much he had to consciously remind himself not to waddle out of the door at the end of the work day as to not give himself away. This further pressed the mess against his fur, making the clean up after work an incredibly annoying ordeal.

He was pretty sure that Arya had caught him absentmindedly waddling at one point when he went to the break room. He had caught her eye, a bagel in his mouth, and turned his face completely crimson which was poorly hidden by his pink tinted glasses.

Why is she suddenly everywhere? I understand that she was concerned before about my lies about my health but now... I know I like her back too but can I really handle getting her attention in the current situation I'm in? What if she finds out I'm being forced to wear diapers... God... I'd never be able to live it down...

That Friday things seemed to reach a climax when Arya had strolled into his work space on her round of grabbing lunch for everybody and he had had a paw on his diapered front, squeezing it slightly as he was attempting to feel himself through his cage while nobody, to the best of his awareness, was looking.

He had gasped in surprise and quickly drew his paw away, fearing the damage had been done. Although he believed that she didn't see him groping himself, her eyes did seem to wander to and linger the faint outline of the diaper underneath his work clothes.

Her eyes had narrowed briefly, but only for an instant. She spoke of nothing out of sorts and deposited his sandwich on the top of a desk with a sweet smile. She had even winked at him, causing him to visibly gulp.

Once more red in the face with shame and insides filled embarrassment, excitement, and not a small degree of frustration he could barely focus on his work and had later sat down in his car against a very mushy diaper seat with his thoughts chasing themselves.

Does she know? Why did she stare down at my crotch like that? Did she smell anything? GOD WHY AM I SO FLUSTERED!? Do I want her to know? Would she be okay with knowing that and still interested in seeing me? Can I even had sex anymore with this box controlling me? God what if I messed during sex! What if she finds me repulsive?

After almost running through several red lights, and blowing quite a few stop signs, he arrived home and threw his bag aside after shutting and locking the door. He stormed upstairs, and spent the next half hour cleaning himself up.

Before putting on his fresh diaper, the silver fox picked at the cage around his cock, examining it closely. Eyebrows furrowed, he peered at it through his glasses. With a claw he raised up a latch, and to his utter surprise the cage dropped off of his penis, freeing him from its stiff confines.

IT DIDN'T LOCK?!

He looked around in utter confusion, feeling a little sheepish at not thinking to try and take it off sooner. The device that prevented him from cumming during his messes could actually come off for him to be able to pleasure himself?

At least now I know I have to wear it for work...

Instinctively he picked up a diaper before he peed on his own bathroom floor. Once more, however, a change came over his diapers. Not only were there keys on the tapes, but now right on the front of the crotch area of the diaper was a pink heart with a keyhole on its front.

More magical pictures on these things? But... What does this one mean?

He glanced down at his member, completely flaccid and hanging rather pathetically after being confined for almost over a week. He tried playing around with it, filling his mind with erotic thoughts and ideas. Nothing.

He reached over to pick up his phone and quickly brought up some of his most visited pornographic content. Still nothing.

That's odd... I'd think after such a long period of nothing I'd be stiff almost immediately...

With a degree of suspicion he rediapered himself. As soon as the last diaper tape had landed, and the second key symbol vanished for today, he felt the blood rush into his penis, within seconds he had a raging boner.

GREAT.

He exited the bathroom, sat down in front of his computer and booted up a web browser. Soon the fox was staring transfixed at the pornographic imagery displayed on his monitor.

He looked down, and tried to grope himself a little bit more aggressively than he had previously. He felt his cock throb.

"Oh you can't be serious!" the fox yelled out loud, as he finally figured out what the box's intentions had been with the cage.

The damned thing hadn't actually decided to have him live chastely, it had determined that his only option to get pleasure would be through his diapers.

The fox harrumphed and began to paw at his now stiffened member anxiously, staring at the images on his computer and occasionally moving down to gaze at others further down the page.

He clicked through several categories of fetishes on the website, eager for something particularly exotic that afternoon to allow him to finish into the front of his diapers, something that he worried might even be impossible for him to do.

His mind became lost in the lustful imagery and he found himself approaching climax.

Click. Click. Click. His mouse perusing the website, looking at various female furs in bondage, being used in various subordinate positions, and to his slight surprise he found a tab dedicated towards diapered furs.

This is an actual fetish?

He thought to himself, as his curiosity got the best of him. He didn't cease groping and stroking the tented front of his diaper as his eyes scanned the various infantilized adult foxes, cats, and canines.

With a sudden throb he gasped and found himself finishing overwhelmingly forcefully into the front of his diapers, his hips instinctively bucking forwards as his eyes fluttered before he slumped back into his chair.

Faintly, his mind formed the words, what is this box doing to me? I just came to pictures of furs in diapers! It's almost as if it's getting into my head...

He stood up, feeling slightly guilty at what pleasures he had just indulged in and walked over to his bedroom.

I just need to sleep this off I think... Today... is not a good day...

As he fell into bed, wearing nothing but his now slightly stickier diapers, his mind went back to Arya's look as she had been standing by his desk. He suspected that she might have suspected his odd behavior wasn't all that he had told her and had come to investigate.

I haven't been caught directly just yet... But still... What if she asks me about it next week? What if she asks me if I wear diapers? What if... What if...

His mind drifted, and he felt himself sinking into sleep. The front of his diapers swelled and grew warmer as he helplessly wet his padded front.

His mind remained uneasy in his dreams as he saw himself standing in his office, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a large white diaper. Aaron was grimacing and nudging his colleagues and pointing at him, while Arya stood in front of him as well, holding a paw in front of her face to hide an obvious amused smile.

He whimpered, and looked down to realize what they were all snickering about. He had soaked his front, and to his horror, was leaking out of the sides. He tried to cover himself with his paws, even trying to pull his shirt down over his padding but found that no matter what he did he couldn't properly hide himself from those who stared at him.

He woke up in a cold sweat, the day's occurrences flooding back into his mind, before he sighed wearily and slumped back down into his pillows. This time, he wasn't bothered by dreams, and allowed himself to rest properly.