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And yes I'm proud of the title", "writing": "\"Come here, Terr,\" Nick said with a gentle firmness, standing up and walking around the desk. Terr felt his legs wobble slightly as he forced himself to move. With every second, Terr felt more aware of his diaper now. Feeling how full it was and heavy it was. How much it was pushing against the fabric of his business suit. He stood still like a caught child, almost afraid to move. So focused on each heightened feeling, Terr was oblivious as Nick seemingly glided on the corporate looking carpet, circling Terr until he was right behind him.\n\nNick's paws, surprisingly warm, rested on Terr's shoulders. Terr still couldn't believe this was happening, but he couldn't resist the strange mix of fear and arousal that coursed through his body. He knew it was wrong. Nick was his boss. They were at work! But it didn't matter. None of that mattered right now. Terr, his inner youth bubbling to the surface, was as if he'd been programmed to obey his elders.\n\n\"Don't worry, Daddy will clean you up,\" Nick whispered, his hot breath tickling Terr's ear. The cheetah's ears twitched and his heart raced as the wolf's firm grip left his shoulders and began their descent down, stopping at his belt. Though the powerful smell of Terr's voluminous scat was kept concealed by the high quality diaper, the old wolf, with a keen predator's nose honed by generations of hunters, caught small glimpses in the air. He knew what lay beneath, and it had to be a massive amount.\n\nTerr's paws trembled as he reached for his belt. It was a simple black leather belt, but the action felt like he was unlocking a chastity belt in a castle dungeon. But before Terr's nimble fingers could even graze the buckle, Nick's paws gently, but firmly, covered his.\n\n\"No, no, no,\" Nick chuckled warmly, his voice a velvet rumble in the quiet office. His words flowed out as if each was covered in the sweetest syrup. It was almost...hypnotizing. \"You don't have to do a thing, youngster. Just stand still, and let Daddy take care of everything.\"\n\nTerr's paws froze in mid-air, ears drinking in the sweetened words. He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks burn as he dropped his arms back to his sides. At this moment, Terr was relinquishing control of his body to his boss. No no, not just his boss, but his elder. So relaxed was Terr that even his bladder released a small bit of pee. He'd never felt so...so vulnerable. So exposed.\n\nNick moved closer, his belly now touching Terr's back, his tail swishing with command. Just as he had learned in his youth from his family, Nick snuck his tail under him, making sure to brush Terr's. Terr's tail too hypnotized by new, exotic movements, slightly wrapped around Nicks'.\n\nNick leaned in, his snout brushing against Terr's neck as he unbuckled the belt with a click that seemed to echo through the dark room. Nick's large wolf paws were surprisingly nimble as they unbuttoned and unzipped the cheetah's pants. Slightly turning his head, Nick bit the scruff of Terr's neck. It was then, in complete control, that Nick slid his thumbs into the sides of Terr's pants and pulled down. They slid down to his ankles, exposing the thick, bulging diaper that was almost bursting with the cheetah's mess.\n\nTerr felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability as cool air kissed his bare skin. He let out a small groan in elation, his body feeling like it was floating. The last bit of pressure of keeping his secret was finally lifted. Terr felt free.\n\nNick's teeth grazed Terr's neck as his paws worked their way up. He started unbuttoning the cheetah's shirt with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down his spine. As the fabric parted, Terr's chest was slowly revealed which heaved with each breath. As the last button of the finely tailored shirt was opened, with one movement, the shirt slid off his shoulders. Nick moved back, ending the dominant bite, letting the shirt drop to the floor.\n\nNick placed his paws back on Terr's shoulders, turning him around. Now facing his boss, Terr looked up, his innocent eyes locked onto Nick's. They were filled with something Terr had never seen before. It was a mix of power, authority, and a strange, paternal affection. It was as if Nick was looking through him, seeing the messy diapered little cheetah beneath the façade of his professional exterior.\n\nWith strength that his age had not diminished, Nick effortlessly picked Terr up, lifting him as if he were a kitten. Terr's diaper made a soft, squelching sound as it shifted under his weight, the contents sliding around. Terr's eyes went wide with shock, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' as he made a small yelp. Nick's arms, which were so firm but lacked the sight of large visible muscles, held him in a way that was both reassuring and overwhelming. Terr felt like he was floating, his legs dangling in the air as Nick carried him to the large oaken desk into the middle of the room.\n\nGently, Nick placed Terr onto the cold surface. Terr's diaper was now a stark white blob against the dark wood. The cheetah felt a mix of emotions. A cocktail of embarrassment, arousal, and relief all rolled into one. Nick's eyes never left Terr's as he leaned in closer, planting a small kiss on the top of his head. It was a gesture so tender that it could have been a father kissing his son goodnight, yet here it was, in the middle of the office, with Terr wearing nothing but a soiled diaper.\n\nThe wolf's paws were swift and precise as they moved to Terr's shoes which blocked his pants from fully coming off. He unlaced them with the ease before pulling them off with his socks in one smooth motion. So too did Terr's pants slide down his ankles and settled down into a pile on the floor. This was it. Terr was completely naked save for his diaper in front of Nick.\n\nNick rolled up his sleeves to the elbow before moving in close. The fur on his arms had streaks and patches of grey. \"You ready, kiddo?\" he asked, his voice dropping into a lower octave that was a strange mix of comfort and authority. Terr nodded up and down with vigor, unable to speak, his eyes glued to Nick's. It was a weird feeling, to be sure, but in this moment, Terr felt safe.\n\nGently, Nick pushed Terr backwards, letting him fall onto the cold desk. Terr gasped as his back hit the hard surface, the diaper pressing into him, reminding him of its fullness. Nick leaned over him, his eyes and fangs sparkling revealing a smile in the dim light,. Terr felt the wolf begin to untape the diaper. The sound was like a whisper in the quiet room, each peeling strip seeming to echo. The diaper loosened and Terr felt a rush of air hit his skin, making his fur stand on end.\n\nBefore opening the diaper fully, Nick brought his muzzle down, pressing his snout firmly into the bottom of the diaper, sniffing loudly multiple times. Terr's face burned with embarrassment as he heard the wet sounds of his waste being sniffed. Yet, the cheetah couldn't deny the thrill that shot through his body at the thought of his boss, his elder, being so intimately acquainted with his scent. Nick took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment, savoring the potent scent scent of raw, confined cheetah scat.\n\n\"Now that's the stuff,\" Nick murmured, his gruff voice revealing desire. His cock, already poking out of his salt-and-pepper sheath, was now a firm presence against the front of his expensive tailored pants.\n\nNick stood back, his nose tingling with the scent of cheetah scat, and started to pull open the diaper. Terr lay there, his legs splayed and still. Both arousal and dread coursed through Terr's veins as the diaper's sticky embrace loosened. The room's tension was palpable, thick as the smell of his diaper. As the wolf pulled the diaper open, clenched his eye shut, unable to find the strength to watch Nick's expressions.\n\nAs the diaper was pulled open, Terr felt the warm stickiness of his mess spill out. The smell was palpable with a potent mix of cheetah urine and feces. Yet, Nick didn't react with disgust. Instead, a soft, almost nostalgic smile curled his lips, and he began to hum a tune that Terr didn't recognize. The tune was sweet and melodic, like a lullaby from a distant memory.\n\nWith a gentle touch, Nick took Terr's ankles further apart. The cheetah's diaper was now spread open like a flower, revealing his soiled bottom to the wolf's eager gaze. Terr's eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in shallow gasps.\n\nThe sight that met Nick's eyes was one of masterpiece. A thick, brown river of cheetah scat was smeared across the diaper's inner fabric completely ruining the pristine white. It looked like a muddy riverbed, with small solid of feces and clumps that were not smooshed by Terr's movements. The edges of the diaper were stained a dark brown, a clear indicator of how much had been held within its confines. It was a miracle that the diaper even held under that pressure. The scent grew stronger, filling the room with its pungent aroma, and Nick's nose twitched in delight.\n\n\"Looks like you've some new spots, little guy.\" Nick chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. Terr's ears flattened in embarrassment, feeling the warmth of his blush spread across his cheeks even as he lay there, utterly exposed. The sticky mess had caked to his fur, clinging to it like a second skin. In between some of the mess, his bright yellow fur shown through.\n\nWith a smooth motion that spoke of years of experience, Nick pulled open the top drawer of his desk. The drawer revealed a neatly organized assortment of supplies. Nick pulled out a pack of wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a fresh diaper all from the same brand. It was still unclear why Nick would have such supplied ready at his office, but nonetheless it was something Nick had planned and prepared for. The diaper was a size smaller than Terr's, something Nick purposefully picked.\n\nNick grabbed Terr by one ankle and lifted him up off the desk with surprising gentleness. Terr's yelp filled the room, a sound that was both of surprise and of the discomfort as the diaper's grip was loosened. His legs dangled in the air, his paws reflexively reaching out to grab anything to steady himself. Nick held Terr's leg firmly, keeping him in place as he quickly moved the dirty diaper to the side. Terr's dirty, scat covered bottom was now fully exposed to the cool office air.\n\nWith his free paw, Nick slid a clean, plush towel from under the desk, placing it under Terr's raised butt. The softness of the towel was heavenly in contrast to the filled diaper. Nick had thought of everything, it seemed, even providing a cushion for his messy cheetah's bottom.\n\nOnce Terr was situated, Nick let him down gently. Terr's paws searched for the desk's edge, finding it and gripping tightly as his legs dangled in the air. With his diaper now fully off, Terr was completely naked with only his poopy bottom out in the open.\n\nNick grabbed the pack of wipes and opened it with a ripping sound. Terr felt the first wipe's coolness against his sticky skin as Nick began to gently wipe away the mess. His fur was sticky with dried urine and smudges of feces. The wipe was a relief huge relief. Nick's paws moved in gentle strokes, cleaning Terr's cheeks with a firm but caring touch. Terr couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure at the sensation, much to the old wolf's delight.\n\nThe wolf's paws moved with precision, ensuring not a single smudge was missed. Each stroke was deliberate, almost loving. Terr's cock, which had been hiding in his sheath, began to stir to life. Rising ever so slowly, the tip of his once proud but small pink, spiky cock poked out. It too was a victim of Terr's immense load. Bit was dried and moist scat clung to his tip.\n\n\"Oh my, what do we have here, little guy,\" Nick's voice was filled with mock surprise, but was warm nonetheless. Terr felt his face burn as he knew Nick's gaze was focused on his genitals. For Terr, he was extremely self conscious of his penis. Though he was absolutely average for a cheetah, but that meant nothing in a world of wolves and horses. Reflexively, Terr tried to bring his legs in to cover his shame, but just as fast Nick stopped him.\n\n\"Don't you dare,\" Nick said in a playfully scolding tone. \"You've got nothing to hide from me. Besides, I need to make sure everything's clean down there.\" Nick's paws remained firmly on Terr's ankles, holding his legs apart. Terr felt a strange mix of emotions: humiliation at his exposed state, and a strange sense of comfort at his boss's words. The warmth in Nick's tone was soothing. Too soothing. It was then that Terr noticed he was purring slightly. It was soft and low, but he was definitely purring.\n\nThe first wipe met Terr's balls with a gentle pressure. Nick's movements were slow and meticulous. Terr felt a strange sense of relief as each stroke removed a bit of his mess. His balls were small but tightly packed, and the fur around them was thick and short, making it easy for the scat to get lodged in. Nick's paws were surprisingly gentle and nimble as he worked, his eyes were like that of a surgeon. Focused and steady.\n\nAs Nick cleaned Terr's sheath, the cheetah couldn't help but let out a soft whine. His foot paw even shook in delight. The fur around his penis was sticky with the residue of his diaper's mess. In Terr's mind, however, something extremely unusual happened. Laying back, having his stuck poop removed from his fur after messing a diaper, Terr saw Nick now not as a boss, but as a provider. A safety net. While he felt so small like a lost child, when he opened his eyes, he didn't see his boss. He saw safety. And in that safety, letting his final guard down, no matter how hidden it was, Terr's cock began to swell. The spines held slight bits of scat. The beautiful, shining pink flesh of his cock pock marked by residue.\n\nNick noticed the swelling of Terr's member immediately which was met with a smile. As the cheetah was getting hard, the spines of his cock poking out, begging for attention. Nick's eyes glinted, his smile growing wider. He took the clean wipe, and with a gentle touch, began to clean Terr's cock. Moving gently up and down but keeping in mind the springy spikes, a staple of felines, the wolf took his time to make sure every inch was free of his mess. Terr's eyes rolled back in his head with every stroke. It was a heavenly feeling. Being cleaned by a pack leader like Nick was something Terr had never felt before.\n\nAs the last bit of scat was removed from Terr's cock, a shiny bead of precum formed at the tip. The old wolf took his index finger and dipped it into Terr's sheath, swirling around inside of the fleshy cave. Terr sucked in sharply, his eyes fluttering as the wolf's digit was inserted into a place that he even rarely touched, let alone cleaned. It was a strange, but not unwelcome sensation. Terr's cock twitched with each swirl bringing about another bead of precum.\n\nWithdrawing his digit, Nick brought it to his muzzle. He took a deep sniff, inhaling the musky scent of the cheetah's uncleaned sheath. Then, with a flick of his tongue, he licked the finger clean. The taste of feline urine and precum danced on his taste buds. Terr's eyes danced between Nick's eyes, finger, and mouth as the whole event took place. Butterflies flew freely within Terr's belly but this time not out of fear, but a sense of true, meaningful desire.\n\nNick noticed Terr's reaction and smirked. \"You're doing great kiddo,\" he said, his voice filled with a warmth that seemed to envelop the room. \"Almost done.\" He placed the fresh diaper under Terr's raised bottom with care, ensuring it was perfectly centered. In this moment, once again Terr felt like a little kid being praised by an adult. It was a dichotomy that only served to add to the allure of the situation.\n\nThe old wolf then reached for the baby powder, a fine dust that sparkled in the light from the lamp above. He unscrewed the cap and tapped it against the palm of his paw, allowing a small cloud of the fine substance to sprinkle over Terr's bottom. The cheetah might not have needed powder, really, but Nick without dropped character completed the process to a T. Terr felt the coolness of the powder hit his skin, the sensation was soothing, and he couldn't help but let out a small, content sigh. The scent of the powder was faintly floral, a stark contrast to the scent that had filled the room only moments ago.\n\nNick then brought the sides of the diaper up and secured it on Terr. The white fabric shined brightly in the low light of the office. This diaper, though the same brand, had cute heads of cartoon wolves sprinkled all over. Terr felt a sense of relief wash over him as the fresh material cradled his sensitive skin. It was a bit snugger than he previous diaper, as if a size smaller, but actually felt even better. Nick's paws moved with a gentle confidence, tucking Terr's tail into the back of the diaper through the hole before folding the sides in and sticking the tapes to the front. Terr felt the diaper tighten around his waist, the fit snug and comforting.\n\n\"That wasn't too bad, eh champ?\" Nick said, patting Terr's now clean diaper with a firm hand. Terr's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed even redder. The reality of the situation crashed over him like a wave, but instead of retreating, he found himself nodding in agreement. It was a strange feeling, to be treated like a child in such a vulnerable state, but the tenderness in Nick's actions and words was oddly comforting. Terr wanted to say thank you. To say anything.\n\n\"Chirp!\" Terr chirped. Instead of using words, he reverted to that of a cub in his response.\n\nNick's laugh filled the room, deep and hearty. Taken by surprise. It was the laugh of a happy parent with their child.\n\n\"Good boy,\" Nick said with pride, \"Good boy.\" Terr's chest tightened as the sound reverberated through him. Nick sat down in his leather chair directly behind him, sleeves still rolled up. Leaning back in his chair, his paws resting on his knees, he took in the sight of Terr who was now fully diapered and clean.\n\nLocking eyes with Terr, Nick's gaze flicked down to his own knee. Terr's pupils dilated with understanding. The wolf was giving him a clear, non-verbal command. He knew what was expected of him. Terr's heart was calm as was his body as he hopped off the desk, turned around, and sat on Nick's knee.\n\nAs Terr's butt made contact with Nick's thigh, the wolf wrapped his arms around the cheetah's waist, pulling him in close. The warmth of Nick's fur seeped through the fabric of the diaper and into Terr's skin. Terr felt so small in the embrace of his boss. It was a feeling that he hadn't felt since he was a cub. Nick's body, though still clothed, was so warm like a blanket and Terr found himself leaning into it. His body melted into the firm grip of the wolf, his cheek pressing into Nick's chest.\n\n\"There there, little one,\" Nick's voice was a gentle rumble that Terr felt vibrate through his entire body. \"You had a long day. Why don't you take a nap?\"\n\nThe words themselves were as warm as a blanket. As they wrapped around Terr's soul, all problems and fears were gone. His eyes grew heavy, and his body felt like it was made of jelly as he nodded sleepily. The office chair was large and plush, the perfect size to accommodate both Nick and his new diapered change. In this moment nothing else existed.\n\nWith Terr's head now resting on Nick's shoulder, the wolf began to rock back and forth. The movement was soothing, the chair's leather squeaking slightly with each rock. Terr's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the gentle swaying, the diaper against his skin reminding him of the change in his role. The tune Nick had hummed earlier returned, filling the room with a serene melody. It was a simple tune, but each note of the lullaby cast yet more drowsiness into the sleepy cheetah. Terr's breathing grew deep and even as the rocking and humming lulled him into a doze. Teetering on the brink of sleep, Terr felt as though he were wrapped in, not only Nick's tender arms but also a piece of heaven.\n\nWith a slight smile on his face, Terr fell asleep, all while Nick hummed his tune and stroked the cheetah's back, rocking slowly back and forth. A smile of fatherly pride filled the wolf's greyed face as he felt the rhythmic breathing of the clean and happy cheetah in his arms.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Come here, Terr," Nick said with a gentle firmness, standing up and walking around the desk.  Terr felt his legs wobble slightly as he forced himself to move.  With every second, Terr felt more aware of his diaper now.  Feeling how full it was and heavy it was.  How much it was pushing against the fabric of his business suit.  He stood still like a caught child, almost afraid to move.  So focused on each heightened feeling, Terr was oblivious as Nick seemingly glided on the corporate looking carpet, circling Terr until he was right behind him.

Nick's paws, surprisingly warm, rested on Terr's shoulders. Terr still couldn't believe this was happening, but he couldn't resist the strange mix of fear and arousal that coursed through his body. He knew it was wrong.  Nick was his boss.  They were at work!  But it didn't matter.  None of that mattered right now.  Terr, his inner youth bubbling to the surface, was as if he'd been programmed to obey his elders.

"Don't worry, Daddy will clean you up," Nick whispered, his hot breath tickling Terr's ear. The cheetah's ears twitched and his heart raced as the wolf's firm grip left his shoulders and began their descent down, stopping at his belt. Though the powerful smell of Terr's voluminous scat was kept concealed by the high quality diaper, the old wolf, with a keen predator's nose honed by generations of hunters, caught small glimpses in the air.  He knew what lay beneath, and it had to be a massive amount.

Terr's paws trembled as he reached for his belt. It was a simple black leather belt, but the action felt like he was unlocking a chastity belt in a castle dungeon. But before Terr's nimble fingers could even graze the buckle, Nick's paws gently, but firmly, covered his.

"No, no, no," Nick chuckled warmly, his voice a velvet rumble in the quiet office. His words flowed out as if each was covered in the sweetest syrup. It was almost...hypnotizing.  "You don't have to do a thing, youngster. Just stand still, and let Daddy take care of everything."

Terr's paws froze in mid-air, ears drinking in the sweetened words.  He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks burn as he dropped his arms back to his sides. At this moment, Terr was relinquishing control of his body to his boss.  No no, not just his boss, but his elder. So relaxed was Terr that even his bladder released a small bit of pee.  He'd never felt so...so vulnerable. So exposed.

Nick moved closer, his belly now touching Terr's back, his tail swishing with command.  Just as he had learned in his youth from his family, Nick snuck his tail under him, making sure to brush Terr's. Terr's tail too hypnotized by new, exotic movements, slightly wrapped around Nicks'.

Nick leaned in, his snout brushing against Terr's neck as he unbuckled the belt with a click that seemed to echo through the dark room.  Nick's large wolf paws were surprisingly nimble as they unbuttoned and unzipped the cheetah's pants.  Slightly turning his head, Nick bit the scruff of Terr's neck.  It was then, in complete control, that Nick slid his thumbs into the sides of Terr's pants and pulled down.  They slid down to his ankles, exposing the thick, bulging diaper that was almost bursting with the cheetah's mess.

Terr felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability as cool air kissed his bare skin.  He let out a small groan in elation, his body feeling like it was floating.  The last bit of pressure of keeping his secret was finally lifted.  Terr felt free.

Nick's teeth grazed Terr's neck as his paws worked their way up.  He started unbuttoning the cheetah's shirt with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down his spine.  As the fabric parted, Terr's chest was slowly revealed which heaved with each breath.  As the last button of the finely tailored shirt was opened, with one movement, the shirt slid off his shoulders.  Nick moved back, ending the dominant bite, letting the shirt drop to the floor.

Nick placed his paws back on Terr's shoulders, turning him around.  Now facing his boss, Terr looked up, his innocent eyes locked onto Nick's.  They were filled with something Terr had never seen before.  It was a mix of power, authority, and a strange, paternal affection.  It was as if Nick was looking through him, seeing the messy diapered little cheetah beneath the façade of his professional exterior.

With strength that his age had not diminished, Nick effortlessly picked Terr up, lifting him as if he were a kitten.  Terr's diaper made a soft, squelching sound as it shifted under his weight, the contents sliding around.  Terr's eyes went wide with shock, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' as he made a small yelp.  Nick's arms, which were so firm but lacked the sight of large visible muscles, held him in a way that was both reassuring and overwhelming.  Terr felt like he was floating, his legs dangling in the air as Nick carried him to the large oaken desk into the middle of the room.

Gently, Nick placed Terr onto the cold surface.  Terr's diaper was now a stark white blob against the dark wood. The cheetah felt a mix of emotions.  A cocktail of embarrassment, arousal, and relief all rolled into one.  Nick's eyes never left Terr's as he leaned in closer, planting a small kiss on the top of his head.  It was a gesture so tender that it could have been a father kissing his son goodnight, yet here it was, in the middle of the office, with Terr wearing nothing but a soiled diaper.

The wolf's paws were swift and precise as they moved to Terr's shoes which blocked his pants from fully coming off.  He unlaced them with the ease before pulling them off with his socks in one smooth motion. So too did Terr's pants slide down his ankles and settled down into a pile on the floor.  This was it.  Terr was completely naked save for his diaper in front of Nick.

Nick rolled up his sleeves to the elbow before moving in close.  The fur on his arms had streaks and patches of grey.  "You ready, kiddo?" he asked, his voice dropping into a lower octave that was a strange mix of comfort and authority. Terr nodded up and down with vigor, unable to speak, his eyes glued to Nick's. It was a weird feeling, to be sure, but in this moment, Terr felt safe.

Gently, Nick pushed Terr backwards, letting him fall onto the cold desk. Terr gasped as his back hit the hard surface, the diaper pressing into him, reminding him of its fullness. Nick leaned over him, his eyes and fangs sparkling revealing a smile in the dim light,.  Terr felt the wolf begin to untape the diaper. The sound was like a whisper in the quiet room, each peeling strip seeming to echo.  The diaper loosened and Terr felt a rush of air hit his skin, making his fur stand on end.

Before opening the diaper fully, Nick brought his muzzle down, pressing his snout firmly into the bottom of the diaper, sniffing loudly multiple times. Terr's face burned with embarrassment as he heard the wet sounds of his waste being sniffed. Yet, the cheetah couldn't deny the thrill that shot through his body at the thought of his boss, his elder, being so intimately acquainted with his scent. Nick took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment, savoring the potent scent scent of raw, confined cheetah scat.

"Now that's the stuff," Nick murmured, his gruff voice revealing desire. His cock, already poking out of his salt-and-pepper sheath, was now a firm presence against the front of his expensive tailored pants.

Nick stood back, his nose tingling with the scent of cheetah scat, and started to pull open the diaper. Terr lay there, his legs splayed and still.  Both arousal and dread coursed through Terr's veins as the diaper's sticky embrace loosened. The room's tension was palpable, thick as the smell of his diaper. As the wolf pulled the diaper open, clenched his eye shut, unable to find the strength to watch Nick's expressions.

As the diaper was pulled open, Terr felt the warm stickiness of his mess spill out. The smell was palpable with a potent mix of cheetah urine and feces. Yet, Nick didn't react with disgust. Instead, a soft, almost nostalgic smile curled his lips, and he began to hum a tune that Terr didn't recognize. The tune was sweet and melodic, like a lullaby from a distant memory.

With a gentle touch, Nick took Terr's ankles further apart. The cheetah's diaper was now spread open like a flower, revealing his soiled bottom to the wolf's eager gaze. Terr's eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

The sight that met Nick's eyes was one of masterpiece. A thick, brown river of cheetah scat was smeared across the diaper's inner fabric completely ruining the pristine white. It looked like a muddy riverbed, with small solid of feces and clumps that were not smooshed by Terr's movements. The edges of the diaper were stained a dark brown, a clear indicator of how much had been held within its confines. It was a miracle that the diaper even held under that pressure.  The scent grew stronger, filling the room with its pungent aroma, and Nick's nose twitched in delight.

"Looks like you've some new spots, little guy." Nick chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. Terr's ears flattened in embarrassment, feeling the warmth of his blush spread across his cheeks even as he lay there, utterly exposed. The sticky mess had caked to his fur, clinging to it like a second skin. In between some of the mess, his bright yellow fur shown through.

With a smooth motion that spoke of years of experience, Nick pulled open the top drawer of his desk. The drawer revealed a neatly organized assortment of supplies. Nick pulled out a pack of wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a fresh diaper all from the same brand. It was still unclear why Nick would have such supplied ready at his office, but nonetheless it was something Nick had planned and prepared for. The diaper was a size smaller than Terr's, something Nick purposefully picked.

Nick grabbed Terr by one ankle and lifted him up off the desk with surprising gentleness. Terr's yelp filled the room, a sound that was both of surprise and of the discomfort as the diaper's grip was loosened. His legs dangled in the air, his paws reflexively reaching out to grab anything to steady himself. Nick held Terr's leg firmly, keeping him in place as he quickly moved the dirty diaper to the side. Terr's dirty, scat covered bottom was now fully exposed to the cool office air.

With his free paw, Nick slid a clean, plush towel from under the desk, placing it under Terr's raised butt. The softness of the towel was heavenly in contrast to the filled diaper. Nick had thought of everything, it seemed, even providing a cushion for his messy cheetah's bottom.

Once Terr was situated, Nick let him down gently. Terr's paws searched for the desk's edge, finding it and gripping tightly as his legs dangled in the air. With his diaper now fully off, Terr was completely naked with only his poopy bottom out in the open.

Nick grabbed the pack of wipes and opened it with a ripping sound. Terr felt the first wipe's coolness against his sticky skin as Nick began to gently wipe away the mess. His fur was sticky with dried urine and smudges of feces. The wipe was a relief huge relief. Nick's paws moved in gentle strokes, cleaning Terr's cheeks with a firm but caring touch. Terr couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure at the sensation, much to the old wolf's delight.

The wolf's paws moved with precision, ensuring not a single smudge was missed. Each stroke was deliberate, almost loving. Terr's cock, which had been hiding in his sheath, began to stir to life. Rising ever so slowly, the tip of his once proud but small pink, spiky cock poked out.  It too was a victim of Terr's immense load.  Bit was dried and moist scat clung to his tip.

"Oh my, what do we have here, little guy," Nick's voice was filled with mock surprise, but was warm nonetheless. Terr felt his face burn as he knew Nick's gaze was focused on his genitals.  For Terr, he was extremely self conscious of his penis.  Though he was absolutely average for a cheetah, but that meant nothing in a world of wolves and horses.  Reflexively, Terr tried to bring his legs in to cover his shame, but just as fast Nick stopped him.

"Don't you dare," Nick said in a playfully scolding tone.  "You've got nothing to hide from me.  Besides, I need to make sure everything's clean down there."  Nick's paws remained firmly on Terr's ankles, holding his legs apart. Terr felt a strange mix of emotions: humiliation at his exposed state, and a strange sense of comfort at his boss's words.  The warmth in Nick's tone was soothing.  Too soothing.  It was then that Terr noticed he was purring slightly.  It was soft and low, but he was definitely purring.

The first wipe met Terr's balls with a gentle pressure. Nick's movements were slow and meticulous. Terr felt a strange sense of relief as each stroke removed a bit of his mess.  His balls were small but tightly packed, and the fur around them was thick and short, making it easy for the scat to get lodged in.  Nick's paws were surprisingly gentle and nimble as he worked, his eyes were like that of a surgeon.  Focused and steady.

As Nick cleaned Terr's sheath, the cheetah couldn't help but let out a soft whine.  His foot paw even shook in delight.  The fur around his penis was sticky with the residue of his diaper's mess. In Terr's mind, however, something extremely unusual happened.  Laying back, having his stuck poop removed from his fur after messing a diaper, Terr saw Nick now not as a boss, but as a provider.  A safety net.  While he felt so small like a lost child, when he opened his eyes, he didn't see his boss.  He saw safety.  And in that safety, letting his final guard down, no matter how hidden it was, Terr's cock began to swell.  The spines held slight bits of scat.  The beautiful, shining pink flesh of his cock pock marked by residue.

Nick noticed the swelling of Terr's member immediately which was met with a smile. As the cheetah was getting hard, the spines of his cock poking out, begging for attention.  Nick's eyes glinted, his smile growing wider. He took the clean wipe, and with a gentle touch, began to clean Terr's cock. Moving gently up and down but keeping in mind the springy spikes, a staple of felines, the wolf took his time to make sure every inch was free of his mess.  Terr's eyes rolled back in his head with every stroke.  It was a heavenly feeling.  Being cleaned by a pack leader like Nick was something Terr had never felt before.

As the last bit of scat was removed from Terr's cock, a shiny bead of precum formed at the tip. The old wolf took his index finger and dipped it into Terr's sheath, swirling around inside of the fleshy cave. Terr sucked in sharply, his eyes fluttering as the wolf's digit was inserted into a place that he even rarely touched, let alone cleaned.  It was a strange, but not unwelcome sensation.  Terr's cock twitched with each swirl bringing about another bead of precum.

Withdrawing his digit, Nick brought it to his muzzle.  He took a deep sniff, inhaling the musky scent of the cheetah's uncleaned sheath.  Then, with a flick of his tongue, he licked the finger clean.  The taste of feline urine and precum danced on his taste buds.  Terr's eyes danced between Nick's eyes, finger, and mouth as the whole event took place.  Butterflies flew freely within Terr's belly but this time not out of fear, but a sense of true, meaningful desire.

Nick noticed Terr's reaction and smirked.  "You're doing great kiddo," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that seemed to envelop the room. "Almost done."  He placed the fresh diaper under Terr's raised bottom with care, ensuring it was perfectly centered.  In this moment, once again Terr felt like a little kid being praised by an adult.  It was a dichotomy that only served to add to the allure of the situation.

The old wolf then reached for the baby powder, a fine dust that sparkled in the light from the lamp above.  He unscrewed the cap and tapped it against the palm of his paw, allowing a small cloud of the fine substance to sprinkle over Terr's bottom.  The cheetah might not have needed powder, really, but Nick without dropped character completed the process to a T.  Terr felt the coolness of the powder hit his skin, the sensation was soothing, and he couldn't help but let out a small, content sigh.  The scent of the powder was faintly floral, a stark contrast to the scent that had filled the room only moments ago.

Nick then brought the sides of the diaper up and secured it on Terr. The white fabric shined brightly in the low light of the office.  This diaper, though the same brand, had cute heads of cartoon wolves sprinkled all over. Terr felt a sense of relief wash over him as the fresh material cradled his sensitive skin. It was a bit snugger than he previous diaper, as if a size smaller, but actually felt even better.  Nick's paws moved with a gentle confidence, tucking Terr's tail into the back of the diaper through the hole before folding the sides in and sticking the tapes to the front. Terr felt the diaper tighten around his waist, the fit snug and comforting.

"That wasn't too bad, eh champ?" Nick said, patting Terr's now clean diaper with a firm hand. Terr's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed even redder. The reality of the situation crashed over him like a wave, but instead of retreating, he found himself nodding in agreement. It was a strange feeling, to be treated like a child in such a vulnerable state, but the tenderness in Nick's actions and words was oddly comforting.  Terr wanted to say thank you.  To say anything.

"Chirp!"  Terr chirped.  Instead of using words, he reverted to that of a cub in his response.

Nick's laugh filled the room, deep and hearty. Taken by surprise. It was the laugh of a happy parent with their child.

"Good boy,"  Nick said with pride, "Good boy."  Terr's chest tightened as the sound reverberated through him.  Nick sat down in his leather chair directly behind him, sleeves still rolled up.  Leaning back in his chair, his paws resting on his knees, he took in the sight of Terr who was now fully diapered and clean.

Locking eyes with Terr, Nick's gaze flicked down to his own knee. Terr's pupils dilated with understanding.  The wolf was giving him a clear, non-verbal command.  He knew what was expected of him.  Terr's heart was calm as was his body as he hopped off the desk, turned around, and sat on Nick's knee.

As Terr's butt made contact with Nick's thigh, the wolf wrapped his arms around the cheetah's waist, pulling him in close. The warmth of Nick's fur seeped through the fabric of the diaper and into Terr's skin. Terr felt so small in the embrace of his boss.  It was a feeling that he hadn't felt since he was a cub.  Nick's body, though still clothed, was so warm like a blanket and Terr found himself leaning into it.  His body melted into the firm grip of the wolf, his cheek pressing into Nick's chest.

"There there, little one," Nick's voice was a gentle rumble that Terr felt vibrate through his entire body.  "You had a long day.  Why don't you take a nap?"

The words themselves were as warm as a blanket.  As they wrapped around Terr's soul, all problems and fears were gone.  His eyes grew heavy, and his body felt like it was made of jelly as he nodded sleepily.  The office chair was large and plush, the perfect size to accommodate both Nick and his new diapered change.  In this moment nothing else existed.

With Terr's head now resting on Nick's shoulder, the wolf began to rock back and forth.  The movement was soothing, the chair's leather squeaking slightly with each rock. Terr's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the gentle swaying, the diaper against his skin reminding him of the change in his role.  The tune Nick had hummed earlier returned, filling the room with a serene melody. It was a simple tune, but each note of the lullaby cast yet more drowsiness into the sleepy cheetah.  Terr's breathing grew deep and even as the rocking and humming lulled him into a doze.  Teetering on the brink of sleep, Terr felt as though he were wrapped in, not only Nick's tender arms but also a piece of heaven.

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