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Multi-Part series.  This one should be good.  I haven't fleshed out what I want to do in part 2.  I might try something completely different.  Anyways, please enjoy!", "writing": "Terr sat at the end of the long, wooden conference table nestled at the far end of his office. His legs were crossed in a hidden attempt to hold back a veritable sea of filth filling his colon. His heart thumped in his chest as he listened to Nick drone on about the latest calculator sales report. The numbers didn't matter to him, not right now. All he could think about was the pressure building in his gut, pressing against his puckered tailhole. He had held it in all morning, hoping to void himself at worst at his desk, but the need was becoming too intense to ignore.\n\nThe room was a sea of stern faces and studious brows as they listened intently to the meaningless dribble coming out of Nick's muzzle. Each of his colleagues nodding in unison, as if they were all in a hypnotized state, at the statistics displayed on the projector screen. The smell of free stale coffee filled the air. For Terr, though, he knew that beneath a thin layer of finely woven cloth, the fresh scent of a diaper that he had secretly donned earlier this morning lay. The caffeine wreaked havoc on his digestive system which caused him great discomfort that grew with each passing moment. He tried to be zen. To hold the tidal wave back at least a few more minutes, hoping the meeting would be over soon.\n\nIn his nice, polished shoes, Terr flexed his toes tightly, trying to somehow alleviate the pressure that was building from his clenched sphincter. He could feel the warmth of his bowels pressing against his tailhole. His furry butt cheeks quivered as he tried to bring them together in a futile attempt to hold in the inevitable. The fabric of the diaper was stretching, the plastic crinkling ever so slightly as he shifted in his seat. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. However, with a furtive glance around the room, he realized that no one was paying attention to him.\n\n'Can I get away with this?' His mind raced. Truly, every single person in this board room had their backs towards him, except for Nick, but he was giving the presentation and was occupied himself. A small, almost imperceptible smile grew on Terr's face.\n\n'I can get away with this'. Even in his mind, he emphasized the can. The thought of actually doing the deed here and now, instead of rushing out of the meeting, finally caught up with the primal, degenerate side of his brain, causing his pink, barbed feline cock to start peaking out of his sheath while just barely touch the soft padding.\n\nWith a deep breath, Terr's toes began to uncurl from their tense state. He felt the soft, terrycloth fabric of his socks slide against the smooth leather of his shoes as his feet flattened out. His paws followed suit as he released his subtle death grip on the chair. His shoulders dropped as his tension eased. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fears, but he focused on the task at hand. Though still he had anxiety that the other people in this room, his coworkers and bosses, would discover his act, secretly that is what caused so much pleasure.\n\nThe moment came as he slightly leaned back in his chair. As the tension left his body shifted, his flower opened, releasing a blob of hot, thick excrement into the diaper. Terr's expression was completely unchanged on the outside, but was screaming in pleasure on the inside. His cock twitched firmly against the soft padding of his diaper as the warmth of his foul mess spread inside. The pressure he had been holding in for hours was finally released. The diaper was thick, thick enough that he knew wouldn't draw too much attention if he played it smartly. Though he had shat himself many times on company time, the sensation of filling was orgasmic every time. The fact he was doing it surrounded by others in a closed space only added to his delight.\n\nNick continued to drone on about the market shares and projections before sneezing, blowing his nose, then inhaled sharply. He, however, did not let that stop his flow concerning business operations, continuing to deliver his presentation. Terr did not notice it, the other members in the room did not notice it, but when Nick's gaze traveled from person to person, he stopped slightly longer on Terr. In that extra quarter of a second, Nick's eye twitched.\n\nTerr felt the diaper expand around his butt. The fabric grew warm and wet, containing the hot liquid shit with a quiet efficiency that made his heart flutter. He could feel it spreading as the heat of his feces started seeping into every nook and cranny of his backside. The pressure being released from his bowel movement was a sweet agony. A guilty pleasure that he had never thought would culminate in this plain, ordinary, and unassuming meeting room. Even in his heightened state of arousal, Terr made sure to quietly sniff at the air, making sure no scent escaped his growing pool of hot mess. Thankfully, the brand of diaper he bought, though expensive, was worth its weight in gold.\n\n'The diaper for the working man!' The advertisement said with a grinning bear on the packaging. 'No smell!' 'More absorbent!' 'Expanding backside!' 'Less noise!' Each of these claims plastered on the ostentatious box. For the first time ever, the claims seemed to hold true.\n\nAs Terr felt the thick paste spreading under his furry butt, he couldn't help but feel the warmth touching his sagging balls. The sensation was familiar and oddly comforting. It was as if a warm hand was cupping his testicles. His long feline tail swished slightly from side to side causing the scat to spread around the fur brushing at its base. Terr was almost completely stone faced in his mind he had to fight the urge to moan out loud.\n\nHe glanced around the room again, his eyes scanning over the faces of his colleagues, none of them had so much as glanced in his direction. They remained focused on Nick, their eyes either glazed over with boredom or intently listening, and Terr felt a thrill of victory. He had gotten away with his dirty little secret once again and this time with much higher stakes.\n\nWith a silent sigh of relief, Terr let his tailhole relax completely. The muscles that had been taut and tight around his anus loosened and the last bit of resistance gave way. The dam had now given way completely to the roaring flood of the brown sludge. The diaper accepted the largest wave yet of feces without protest. The sensation was so intense, so deliciously taboo, that Terr's cock began to throb in time with the pulse of his racing heart. He felt a warm glow spread from his tail to his ears.\n\nThe pressure had now shifted to the front of his diaper as his bladder decided to join the party. He had been so focused on keeping his bowels in check that he had almost forgotten about his full bladder. But now, with the gates wide open, the pee flowed freely. His pink tip, now a part of the brown sea, began to spurt out a golden stream. Immediately, though, the extra thick absorbent padding drank up his golden ambrosia. The sound of his pee hitting the plastic was nonexistent within the sturdy, well padded diaper.. The sight of his growing mess was obscene, and yet, it was a sight that only he knew of.\n\nStrangely, Nick once again sneezed. This time, after blowing his nose, took an even longer breath in. The sharp inhale only lasted for a fraction of a second, but a small smile appeared and then disappeared from his face just as fast. A sight, much like Terr's expanding scat treasure chest, that had gone unseen.\n\nLeaning forward in his chair, Terr feigned rapt attention to Nick's presentation. His eyes glued to the PowerPoint slides. Inside, his mind was a swirl of excitement and delight. His paws rested neatly on the conference table, claws slightly extended. The motion allowed the diaper to expand even further, cradling the warm, bulging mass that now filled it. His tail remained still, but slightly flagged upward.\n\nLeaning forward might have saved the day as the last large gush of the foul mess came cascading out. The final wave positively slid out filling any last gaps there could be between his fur and the now expanded and brown padding. Even the sides of his diaper were not spared. He was riding the waves of his relief in an secret inner tube of filth.\n\nThe diaper was stretched to its limits, but it held firm. Terr felt a warm squish as his cheeks parted and the mess settled in place. The sensation was a delicious mix of pressure and release. One that never ceased to amaze him. He was sure that no one in the room could hear it or smell it as they looked blissfully unaware.\n\n'I did it. Haha! I did it.' He shouted in his mind as his feline cock was not only raging, but twitching in his mucky mess.\n\n\"And that about covers it,\" Nick said looking at Terr, \"Any questions?\"\n\nA hand shot up from the middle of the room, belonging to a female gazelle who was in charge of the accounting department. She had a sharp look in her eye as she spoke.\n\n\"What about the quarterly expenses for the new office supplies?\" Her voice was crisp and authoritative, cutting through the post-meeting chatter like a hot knife through butter. Not all were pleased, however, as many wanted more than anything for the meeting to end.\n\n\"We're looking into more cost-effective options while still ensuring that we maintain the quality of our materials. We can align later for a synergistic touch point.\" Nick responded quickly, hoping to add as much company jargon that she would drop the issue for now.\n\n'I did it! I pulled it off!' Terr said feeling absolutely invincible. He had, around his colleagues, pooped himself and almost came doing so, all while being undetected. Feeling so untouchable, he rocked side to side slightly, pushing the soft, still hot mess from side to side.\n\n'I might make this a regular thing.' Terr thought, a silent but visible smirk spreading across his face.\n\nThe gazelle nodded at Nick's response, her eyes sharp and focused. She scribbled something in her notepad before looking up and scanning the room. She thanked him with a courteous smile, and a less then professional wink. The rest of the employees were all too eager to escape the dreary confines of the board room. Quickly and efficiently, much like the calculator business, the group filed out of the meeting room. Terr took the opportunity to subtly adjust his position in his chair, the diaper's bulge now a comforting presence beneath him. He waited for a few moments, letting the room clear before making his own exit.\n\nAs Terr stood up, his legs quivered slightly with the pleasure of the last 10 minutes. The diaper's thick padding squished between his legs. Packing his things, he started heading out the door to freedom.\n\nIt was then that Terr felt a strong hand on his shoulder from behind. He froze. His heart skipped a beat. It was Nick. Terr's fur stood on end as he turned around to face him. His feline tail curled in a question mark. The room was empty now, except for the two of them. Nick's face showed no emotion. If Nick had any cards to play, there was no way of knowing.\n\nNick was a large, older anthro wolf with a thick neck and broad shoulders. His fur was a mix of greys and browns that hinted at his once robust youth. He stood about one foot taller than Terr and was much stronger, a legacy of his bodybuilding days. Most importantly, Nick was Terr's boss.\n\nTerr on the other hand was a lithe cheetah. His spots making him stand out in any crowd, much to his chagrin. Asides from his diaper and scat fetish, he was mostly a normal guy. He wasn't wallpaper, but he also wasn't the center of attention. Terr preferred his spot in life to be always 'under the radar'. Never was he one for fitness, but one wouldn't be able to tell that he spent most nights behind a computer screen.\n\nTerr couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as he faced him. Nick's eyes searched Terr's, looking for something. Nick was known for his sharp instincts, his ability to sniff out the slightest whiff of bullshit in the office, and now, it seemed, quite literally.\n\n\"Terr, can I see you in my office?\" Nick's voice was as calm and emotionless. Terr nodded, his smile forced and his heart racing. The warm squishy mess in his diaper felt like a hot potato in his pants.\n\nThey walked down the long hallway in silence, Terr's heart pounding in his chest with every step. He knew he couldn't let his secret be found out. Not here, not now, not by Nick. The very idea was mortifying, a horror story playing out in his head. How they would all laugh at him. He could never work in the industry again. He would have to move...\n\nAs they reached Nick's office, Terr's tail swished nervously.\n\n\"Hold my appointments for the rest of the day, Sandy.\" He said in a firm tone, but not one of malice. Instead, a commanding tone.\n\n\"Yes, sir. On it.\" She harped back, not looking up. She was almost the spitting image of Nick in the way she conducted herself. A beam of pride always washed over Nick during those moments.\n\nTerr stepped into the office thinking a million thoughts a minute. The floor was carpeted, a deep blue that matched the company's logo. The large oak desk in the center looked like it could withstand the weight of the world, let alone the stacks of paperwork and various calculators scattered on its surface. The room smelled faintly of leather and aftershave. It was the tale tail scent of Nick's strong musk.\n\nNick gestured for Terr to take a seat in one of the plush, black leather chairs across from his desk. Terr complied, his legs shaking with each step. It was as if his diaper was gaining more and more weight, doubling in size every second. The warm mess inside sloshing around as he sat down but he kept his composure. There was a chance that this had nothing to do with the hot mess in his pants, but rather the hot mess of his career.\n\nSandy closed the door behind them as they sat. The door auto locked which sent a click echoing through Terr's ears like a gunshot. Sitting in his chair, Nick placed his furry paws coming together in a steeple. His eyes bore into Terr's soul. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.\n\n\"I'm only going to ask you this once, Terr. Is it medical, or is it for pleasure?\" Nick's voice was low, but the sternness was as clear as the ring of a bell. Terr's heart skipped a beat, his fur standing on end as he felt the weight of the question. He knew exactly what Nick was referring to. The diaper. The secret. The thing that made him feel alive.\n\n'He knew.' All the thoughts that were bombarding Terr's head ceased. It was blank. Nothing. This was it. He was on the plank and he only had sharks to look forward to.\n\n\"Pleasure, sir.\" There was no reason to lie. There was no reason to try and weasel his way out of this. Cheetahs sprint to the finish line, they do not hide.\n\nThere was silence in the room, broken only when Nick took a large, long inhale.\n\n\"Good. Then we have a lot to talk about. But first...\"\n\nNick took a remote on his desk and hit the little red button. The room was suddenly plunged into semi darkness as the blinds came down over the windows. The room was now shrouded in a mysterious aura, with only the light from the lamp above the desk providing light focused on Nick. Terr felt his heart drop to his stomach, his mind racing as he tried to understand why his boss was doing this.\n\n\"Now,\" Nick leaned back in his chair, his tail thumping the floor like a drum. \"It looks like a stinky cheetah needs a diaper change, doesn't he?\" His tone had changed completely. It was no longer that of a strict boss, but rather of a caring father.\n\nTerr's mind had gone completely blank. The words 'pleasure', 'medical', and 'diaper change' echoed in his mind like a broken record. The room spun around him.\n\nHis mouth spoke before his brain could catch up. Sitting in that chair in his bosses office with a bulging diaper filled with sticky, hot cheetah scat, Terr finally spoke.\n\n\"I-I am stinky. Please sir,\" Terr's eyes wide and glassy, like a begging child, \"Change me.\" It was a whisper. His adulthood taken from him without even a fight.\n\nA large, wolfish grin was extenuated by the sole light above. A grin that only continued to grow as the old woof sniffed the air once more.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Terr sat at the end of the long, wooden conference table nestled at the far end of his office.  His legs were crossed in a hidden attempt to hold back a veritable sea of filth filling his colon. His heart thumped in his chest as he listened to Nick drone on about the latest calculator sales report. The numbers didn't matter to him, not right now. All he could think about was the pressure building in his gut, pressing against his puckered tailhole. He had held it in all morning, hoping to void himself at worst at his desk, but the need was becoming too intense to ignore.

The room was a sea of stern faces and studious brows as they listened intently to the meaningless dribble coming out of Nick's muzzle. Each of his colleagues nodding in unison, as if they were all in a hypnotized state, at the statistics displayed on the projector screen. The smell of free stale coffee filled the air.  For Terr, though, he knew that beneath a thin layer of finely woven cloth, the fresh scent of a diaper that he had secretly donned earlier this morning lay. The caffeine wreaked havoc on his digestive system which caused him great discomfort that grew with each passing moment. He tried to be zen.  To hold the tidal wave back at least a few more minutes, hoping the meeting would be over soon.

In his nice, polished shoes, Terr flexed his toes tightly, trying to somehow alleviate the pressure that was building from his clenched sphincter. He could feel the warmth of his bowels pressing against his tailhole.  His furry butt cheeks quivered as he tried to bring them together in a futile attempt to hold in the inevitable. The fabric of the diaper was stretching, the plastic crinkling ever so slightly as he shifted in his seat. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead.  However, with a furtive glance around the room, he realized that no one was paying attention to him.

'Can I get away with this?'  His mind raced.  Truly, every single person in this board room had their backs towards him, except for Nick, but he was giving the presentation and was occupied himself.  A small, almost imperceptible smile grew on Terr's face.

'I can get away with this'.  Even in his mind, he emphasized the can.  The thought of actually doing the deed here and now, instead of rushing out of the meeting, finally caught up with the primal, degenerate side of his brain, causing his pink, barbed feline cock to start peaking out of his sheath while just barely touch the soft padding.

With a deep breath, Terr's toes began to uncurl from their tense state.  He felt the soft, terrycloth fabric of his socks slide against the smooth leather of his shoes as his feet flattened out. His paws followed suit as he released his subtle death grip on the chair.  His shoulders dropped as his tension eased. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fears, but he focused on the task at hand.  Though still he had anxiety that the other people in this room, his coworkers and bosses, would discover his act, secretly that is what caused so much pleasure.

The moment came as he slightly leaned back in his chair.  As the tension left his body shifted, his flower opened, releasing a blob of hot, thick excrement into the diaper. Terr's expression was completely unchanged on the outside, but was screaming in pleasure on the inside.  His cock twitched firmly against the soft padding of his diaper as the warmth of his foul mess spread inside.  The pressure he had been holding in for hours was finally released.  The diaper was thick, thick enough that he knew wouldn't draw too much attention if he played it smartly. Though he had shat himself many times on company time, the sensation of filling was orgasmic every time.  The fact he was doing it surrounded by others in a closed space only added to his delight.

Nick continued to drone on about the market shares and projections before sneezing, blowing his nose, then inhaled sharply.  He, however, did not let that stop his flow concerning business operations, continuing to deliver his presentation.  Terr did not notice it, the other members in the room did not notice it, but when Nick's gaze traveled from person to person, he stopped slightly longer on Terr.  In that extra quarter of a second, Nick's eye twitched.

Terr felt the diaper expand around his butt. The fabric grew warm and wet, containing the hot liquid shit with a quiet efficiency that made his heart flutter.  He could feel it spreading as the heat of his feces started seeping into every nook and cranny of his backside.  The pressure being released from his bowel movement was a sweet agony.  A guilty pleasure that he had never thought would culminate in this plain, ordinary, and unassuming meeting room.  Even in his heightened state of arousal, Terr made sure to quietly sniff at the air, making sure no scent escaped his growing pool of hot mess.  Thankfully, the brand of diaper he bought, though expensive, was worth its weight in gold.

'The diaper for the working man!' The advertisement said with a grinning bear on the packaging.  'No smell!'  'More absorbent!'  'Expanding backside!'  'Less noise!'  Each of these claims plastered on the ostentatious box.  For the first time ever, the claims seemed to hold true.

As Terr felt the thick paste spreading under his furry butt, he couldn't help but feel the warmth touching his sagging balls. The sensation was familiar and oddly comforting.  It was as if a warm hand was cupping his testicles. His long feline tail swished slightly from side to side causing the scat to spread around the fur brushing at its base.  Terr was almost completely stone faced in his mind he had to fight the urge to moan out loud.

He glanced around the room again, his eyes scanning over the faces of his colleagues, none of them had so much as glanced in his direction. They remained focused on Nick, their eyes either glazed over with boredom or intently listening, and Terr felt a thrill of victory. He had gotten away with his dirty little secret once again and this time with much higher stakes.

With a silent sigh of relief, Terr let his tailhole relax completely. The muscles that had been taut and tight around his anus loosened and the last bit of resistance gave way. The dam had now given way completely to the roaring flood of the brown sludge.  The diaper accepted the largest wave yet of feces without protest. The sensation was so intense, so deliciously taboo, that Terr's cock began to throb in time with the pulse of his racing heart. He felt a warm glow spread from his tail to his ears.

The pressure had now shifted to the front of his diaper as his bladder decided to join the party. He had been so focused on keeping his bowels in check that he had almost forgotten about his full bladder. But now, with the gates wide open, the pee flowed freely. His pink tip, now a part of the brown sea, began to spurt out a golden stream. Immediately, though, the extra thick absorbent padding drank up his golden ambrosia. The sound of his pee hitting the plastic was nonexistent within the sturdy, well padded diaper.. The sight of his growing mess was obscene, and yet, it was a sight that only he knew of.

Strangely, Nick once again sneezed.  This time, after blowing his nose, took an even longer breath in.  The sharp inhale only lasted for a fraction of a second, but a small smile appeared and then disappeared from his face just as fast.  A sight, much like Terr's expanding scat treasure chest, that had gone unseen.

Leaning forward in his chair, Terr feigned rapt attention to Nick's presentation.  His eyes glued to the PowerPoint slides.  Inside, his mind was a swirl of excitement and delight.  His paws rested neatly on the conference table, claws slightly extended.  The motion allowed the diaper to expand even further, cradling the warm, bulging mass that now filled it.  His tail remained still, but slightly flagged upward.

Leaning forward might have saved the day as the last large gush of the foul mess came cascading out.  The final wave positively slid out filling any last gaps there could be between his fur and the now expanded and brown padding.  Even the sides of his diaper were not spared.  He was riding the waves of his relief in an secret inner tube of filth.

The diaper was stretched to its limits, but it held firm.  Terr felt a warm squish as his cheeks parted and the mess settled in place.  The sensation was a delicious mix of pressure and release. One that never ceased to amaze him.  He was sure that no one in the room could hear it or smell it as they looked blissfully unaware.

'I did it.  Haha!  I did it.'  He shouted in his mind as his feline cock was not only raging, but twitching in his mucky mess.

"And that about covers it," Nick said looking at Terr, "Any questions?"

A hand shot up from the middle of the room, belonging to a female gazelle who was in charge of the accounting department. She had a sharp look in her eye as she spoke.

"What about the quarterly expenses for the new office supplies?" Her voice was crisp and authoritative, cutting through the post-meeting chatter like a hot knife through butter.  Not all were pleased, however, as many wanted more than anything for the meeting to end.

"We're looking into more cost-effective options while still ensuring that we maintain the quality of our  materials. We can align later for a synergistic touch point."  Nick responded quickly, hoping to add as much company jargon that she would drop the issue for now.

'I did it!  I pulled it off!'  Terr said feeling absolutely invincible.  He had, around his colleagues, pooped himself and almost came doing so, all while being undetected.  Feeling so untouchable, he rocked side to side slightly, pushing the soft, still hot mess from side to side.

'I might make this a regular thing.'  Terr thought, a silent but visible smirk spreading across his face.

The gazelle nodded at Nick's response, her eyes sharp and focused. She scribbled something in her notepad before looking up and scanning the room. She thanked him with a courteous smile, and a less then professional wink. The rest of the employees were all too eager to escape the dreary confines of the board room. Quickly and efficiently, much like the calculator business, the group filed out of the meeting room. Terr took the opportunity to subtly adjust his position in his chair, the diaper's bulge now a comforting presence beneath him. He waited for a few moments, letting the room clear before making his own exit.

As Terr stood up, his legs quivered slightly with the pleasure of the last 10 minutes. The diaper's thick padding squished between his legs.  Packing his things, he started heading out the door to freedom.

It was then that Terr felt a strong hand on his shoulder from behind. He froze.  His heart skipped a beat.  It was Nick.  Terr's fur stood on end as he turned around to face him.  His feline tail curled in a question mark.  The room was empty now, except for the two of them.  Nick's face showed no emotion.  If Nick had any cards to play, there was no way of knowing.

Nick was a large, older anthro wolf with a thick neck and broad shoulders. His fur was a mix of greys and browns that hinted at his once robust youth. He stood about one foot taller than Terr and was much stronger, a legacy of his bodybuilding days.  Most importantly, Nick was Terr's boss.

Terr on the other hand was a lithe cheetah.  His spots making him stand out in any crowd, much to his chagrin.  Asides from his diaper and scat fetish, he was mostly a normal guy.  He wasn't wallpaper, but he also wasn't the center of attention.  Terr preferred his spot in life to be always 'under the radar'.  Never was he one for fitness, but one wouldn't be able to tell that he spent most nights behind a computer screen.

Terr couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as he faced him.  Nick's eyes searched Terr's, looking for something.  Nick was known for his sharp instincts, his ability to sniff out the slightest whiff of bullshit in the office, and now, it seemed, quite literally.

"Terr, can I see you in my office?"  Nick's voice was as calm and emotionless.  Terr nodded, his smile forced and his heart racing.  The warm squishy mess in his diaper felt like a hot potato in his pants.

They walked down the long hallway in silence, Terr's heart pounding in his chest with every step. He knew he couldn't let his secret be found out.  Not here, not now, not by Nick.  The very idea was mortifying, a horror story playing out in his head.  How they would all laugh at him.  He could never work in the industry again.  He would have to move...

As they reached Nick's office, Terr's tail swished nervously.

"Hold my appointments for the rest of the day, Sandy."  He said in a firm tone, but not one of malice.  Instead, a commanding tone.

"Yes, sir.  On it."  She harped back, not looking up.  She was almost the spitting image of Nick in the way she conducted herself.  A beam of pride always washed over Nick during those moments.

Terr stepped into the office thinking a million thoughts a minute. The floor was carpeted, a deep blue that matched the company's logo. The large oak desk in the center looked like it could withstand the weight of the world, let alone the stacks of paperwork and various calculators scattered on its surface. The room smelled faintly of leather and aftershave.  It was the tale tail scent of Nick's strong musk.

Nick gestured for Terr to take a seat in one of the plush, black leather chairs across from his desk.  Terr complied, his legs shaking with each step. It was as if his diaper was gaining more and more weight, doubling in size every second. The warm mess inside sloshing around as he sat down but he kept his composure.  There was a chance that this had nothing to do with the hot mess in his pants, but rather the hot mess of his career.

Sandy closed the door behind them as they sat.  The door auto locked which sent a click echoing through Terr's ears like a gunshot.  Sitting in his chair, Nick placed his furry paws coming together in a steeple.  His eyes bore into Terr's soul.  The room felt smaller, the air thicker.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, Terr. Is it medical, or is it for pleasure?" Nick's voice was low, but the sternness was as clear as the ring of a bell. Terr's heart skipped a beat, his fur standing on end as he felt the weight of the question. He knew exactly what Nick was referring to. The diaper. The secret. The thing that made him feel alive.

'He knew.'  All the thoughts that were bombarding Terr's head ceased.  It was blank.  Nothing.  This was it.  He was on the plank and he only had sharks to look forward to.

"Pleasure, sir."  There was no reason to lie.  There was no reason to try and weasel his way out of this.  Cheetahs sprint to the finish line, they do not hide.

There was silence in the room, broken only when Nick took a large, long inhale.

"Good.  Then we have a lot to talk about.  But first..."

Nick took a remote on his desk and hit the little red button.  The room was suddenly plunged into semi darkness as the blinds came down over the windows.  The room was now shrouded in a mysterious aura, with only the light from the lamp above the desk providing light focused on Nick.  Terr felt his heart drop to his stomach, his mind racing as he tried to understand why his boss was doing this.

"Now,"  Nick leaned back in his chair, his tail thumping the floor like a drum. "It looks like a stinky cheetah needs a diaper change, doesn't he?"  His tone had changed completely. It was no longer that of a strict boss, but rather of a caring father.

Terr's mind had gone completely blank. The words 'pleasure', 'medical', and 'diaper change' echoed in his mind like a broken record. The room spun around him.

His mouth spoke before his brain could catch up.  Sitting in that chair in his bosses office with a bulging diaper filled with sticky, hot cheetah scat, Terr finally spoke.

"I-I am stinky.  Please sir,"  Terr's eyes wide and glassy, like a begging child, "Change me."  It was a whisper.  His adulthood taken from him without even a fight.

A large, wolfish grin was extenuated by the sole light above.  A grin that only continued to grow as the old woof sniffed the air once more.

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