"The... Creamapalooza?"
"That name is dirty as all hell for an ice cream shop... I like it, Vec."

On the outside, it looked innocuous enough: A little swirling, strawberry ice cream scoop plopped on top of a (potentially) metal ice cream cone painted light brown.  Big, eye-catching letters for the name (that probably caused more than its share of car accidents on the side of the freeway nearby), and a bunch of different flavors to pick from!  I couldn't help but contain a giggle at my friend Duncan's attire - a flashy, green and white, racecar-stippled diaper taped securely around his waist.  (To be frank, I wasn't doing much better with a brown and black, Rock-type themed diaper too, but the job position asked for it anyway, sooo...)  It was around 8 in the morning; groggy time for me, but my little Deino friend was perky as a button.  I don't know what that moniker means, but it sounded like the right thing to say at the time.  Anyway, the two of us headed into the shop.  It was set up like an old retro diner; a handful of booths and a long bar with about fifteen barstools.  Bright colors followed swirling designs along the walls, and a big, glass pane looked outwards towards the street.  A little chilly inside, but that was to be expected!

"Hello? Anybody home?"

A beefcake of a Scrafty sauntered out, spun once and rested his elbows on the counter that the bar was attached to.  His skin was green and blue; and he had quite a rusty-tinted 'do that caught my eye almost immediately.  He had these olive green eyes that seemed to catch whichever way you looked, and he was almost as tall as I was; just shy of seven feet!  He definitely worked out a lot, but I was curious as to where; let alone what he did to get muscles so strong and so chiseled as he had.

"Yeah, somebody's home.  The question is if you're home or not."
"I... don't get what that means.  Duncan and I were just responding to an ad we heard on TV -"
"Oh, Vec; look!  They have chocolate chip cookie dough!  Mmm, can we get some? Please???"

Duncan had dashed to the ice cream display; of which there were at least forty-two different flavors to pick from.  I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as the little three-foot-tall Deino lightly wagged his tail amidst the chilly gaze of the glass staring back at him.

"You two sure you're here for work?  It's hard work, let alone the fact that you have to eat a LOT of ice cream while you're on your shift."
"I think I can manage!  My name's Duncan, by the way!  And this is Vector."

Duncan pointed back at me as I neared the counter; feeling a spot of blush starting to form at the tip of my nose.  Crush at first sight?  I couldn't let a job opportunity slip through my paws just because I had an immediate hot for the guy, but... the Scrafty was already hard at work, opening the door to the ice cream holding tank and getting a scoop out for Duncan; putting it in a little bowl and letting the Deino go to work on it.

"I'm Benjamin.  I just prefer Ben, though.  I own this place!  And manage it..."

Curious as I was, I'd never heard of such a thing.  Usually the owner of a shop would hire their own management, but there's a first time for everything, I suppose.  I stepped forward and gave his hand a firm shake.

"Vector, huh...?  Has a nice ring to it.  And you two have both done your homework, too."
Duncan looked up from his ice cream for a second, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Homework?"
"Yeah; your padded homework.  Everybody who works here -"

Ben paused for a moment and walked around the counter, displaying an off-white and positively puffy padding wrapped securely around his thighs and tail.

"-has to be comfortable in one of these."

I stammered something; I don't know exactly what, but it was the first time in my life that I was at a loss for words.  Duncan just giggled to himself.

"That's par for the course for me!"
"Yeah, Duncan wears 'em all the time."
"And you don't, Vec?"

I immediately felt my face turning redder than the cherry flavored ice cream in the counter Ben was standing nearby.

"N-no!  I'm USED to them; I just don't wear them all the time."
"It's a shift mechanic; sometimes I've advertised outside for how good our 'cream' tastes!  Let's go into my office so we can have a proper 'interview', eh?"

Ben walked from around the counter, displaying a very sultry gait that made me think his hips were made of ball bearings or something.  His tail swayed from here to fore as he walked to a door set so well into the wall I didn't even notice it was a door at all!  It slid into the wall like something straight out of a sci-fi movie; amazing the following Duncan and myself for a spell as the room beyond opened up.  It was a well adorned office, showing a couple of awards here and there; mahogany lining the walls with a big, oaken desk situated in the center and a set of interviewee chairs facing it.  He had an equally large oaken chair, furnished with some fabric that made his diaper crinkle very loudly when he sat in it.  Probably some faux fleece or something?  Either way, he invited us to sit as the door closed and Duncan took his last bite of ice cream.  The shop opened at 10 am, so we had ample time to go through with this.

"First off, don't open your mouths - you're both hired."

Duncan and I looked up immediately at Ben; dumbfounded.

"Just like that?"
"Wow, Vec..."

Ben rose from the large chair he sat in behind the desk and nodded with a smile on his face.  

"Yeah.  You have to stand outside and eat ice cream all day so people come in and pay for it!"
"That sounds HELLA easy!"
"Yeah, but - I have a bit of an issue with that...?"
"Oh? What's that, Vec?"

I sheepishly clicked my talons together while Ben and Duncan both looked at me intently.

"I'm... lactose intolerant."

Ben simply snickered to himself while Duncan sounded a bit concerned.

"Vec; you didn't tell me about that part!  I would never have offered to bring you along if I knew that..."
"No no; I'm not going to DIE if I eat ice cream... I... just need the bathroom to myself for a little while afterward."
"Perrrrrfect."

Ben snickered again and walked around to the left of the desk and put his paws on the table again for a brief moment.  He lifted his tail and did exactly what I thought he was preparing to do - he soiled himself right then and there!  A familiar hiss and a loud blast of gas along with a coily, smelly turd piled up against the inside of his diaper.  He did that for maybe a minute or so before his tail finally dropped and his diaper sagged well between his legs.  I couldn't resist popping a boner; Duncan did the same right next to me!

"Veeeeec~"
"Y-yeah, Duncan?"
"Ben messed."
"I did mess, Duncan.  And a lot more's still holed up in there; that was just from this morning.  Also; your mouth's watering more than your dick, Vec."

I promptly shut my mouth and chuckled embarrassedly.  Duncan smiled and stood up and went over to Ben shortly after.

"So where's our uniforms?~"

Ben nodded and mushed his soiled padding against the desk, spinning behind it again and reaching under the thing, pushing a button that made a panel slide out from underneath my chair!  I hurried out of the way as a platform carrying what looked like taffy-consistency onesies and a set of matching pink and white-striped diapers with the company logo attached to the backside appeared, rising up from the floor to eye level.  It was a cute little chibi-fied variant on Ben chewing on a swirly lump of strawberry ice cream.

"We gotta wear these?"
"Mhm.  Hopefully you two don't mind pink?  I couldn't settle on whether I wanted yellow, blue or cream; so I went with the most eye catching color.  Try them on!"
"Rrrf...  I dunno how much I'll like bein' pink and green out in the open..."

Duncan came over and nudged me into the rack that held one. 

"Oh, hush Vec; it'll be fine!  Plus, Ben said he'd pay us a lot of money for playing the advertisement role... plus all the ice cream you can eat - oh right."

I gave Duncan a look, but I didn't mean anything by it.  He took his diaper and onesie and peeked around the room at the same time that I did.

"Uhm... curious though if you've got some place to change in private?"
"Why private?  You're not messy, Duncan."
"I think he just means the clothes."

Duncan was blushing too now, making Ben give out a hearty chuckle.  

"Unfortunately I don't; but I'm sure in the future we can make some 'renovations' to accommodate that."
"Well, don't look then!"
"Duncan; I don't think Ben's THAT kinda guy... and I hate wasting diapers myself.  I'm just gonna put this one over top of the one I've got on already..."

Duncan followed suit once I started to work myself into the company 'outfit'.  Ben merely watched and stank up the room a bit while Duncan put the extra padding through its paces; securing it around his waist and tail.  I slipped the onesie over my head first before taping the extra diaper around myself; snapping the snaps closed and looking like a proper ice cream connoisseur!  Duncan looked rather fabulous too; although he was more curvy than I was.  

"Wonderful; they fit you like a glove."
"I feel silly... but I'll manage."
"Woo~  It's almost 10 am; what do we need to do to get started?"
"I'll show yuh!"

Ben took us out of the office and into the front patio of the shop; where a number of tables, chairs and umbrellas needed to be set up.  That part was easy for me; there's a lot of strength in those arms of mine! I set up one table separate from the others to the left of the main double door and the other seven or so in the dining area.  Duncan and I would be sitting at the one by itself, next to the 'flavor of the day' sign.  I let Duncan take care of drawing something fancy on that; today's flavor was 'ripple chocolate cherry dip'.  It sounded delicious, but my stomach kept screaming at my brain to perish the thought!  Ben showed me a little hole in the ground that needed to be opened during the day and washed thoroughly - I took to cleaning it off, and set the table for us two up on top of it.  The table opened up at the center, and all of a sudden I heard and felt it vacuuming air through it!  Ben had devised an ingenious serving system that delivered bowls of ice cream in little alien spaceship-modeled dishes through the piping.  The other tables had hoses like that as well, but those were attached directly to the diner's windowsill.  A little button both sent and received those dishes in every table.  Needless to say, I was pretty impressed by the setup!  But enough about that; the actual hard work was yet to come, and Duncan couldn't be any more excited.  He decided to go with his chocolate chip cookie dough mix; two scoops of the stuff, even!  Ben worked the register while some curious passersby snickered at both Duncan and my outfit... that part I wasn't looking forward to.

The shop opened promptly at 10 am; to which we had a small turnout; maybe eight or so critters that wanted some ice cream.  Ben kept up with the demand as seating was self-serve, but the delivery was spot-on - every customer couldn't be more pleased with their flavor of ice cream!  I couldn't deny it either; sitting outside with Duncan and digging into a scoop of that 'ripple chocolate cherry dip' was the best decision I'd made all day.  (The only real danger here was that I'd get gassy and the potential for brain freeze was rampant, but it wasn't that bad of a job at all.  Plus, who can hate on free ice cream?)  It was a short shift - Ben only needed us to do a trial run today, but tomorrow would potentially be longer.  Duncan didn't want to leave, though - between the two of us, he'd eaten maybe fifteen pounds of ice cream where I'd eaten eight or nine.  Good stuff; but it piles up really quickly!  Ben came outside once he'd seen off the last customer and shook Duncan's paw, then mine.

"You two did great today!  I can imagine tomorrow'll be even better."
"Oh, will it!?  I can *burp* hardly wait!"
"Ben, did you get changed in between our interview and now?"
"Hey, Vec."

Ben leaned in close and pecked my cheek with his lips.

"Don't worry about it.~  I'll see you both bright and early tomorrow!"
"W-will do!  C'mon D-Duncan, let's go~"

Duncan snickered a little bit as he waddled next to me on the way back to my apartment.  He wouldn't stop teasing me about Ben... how I should really stop playing hard-to-get and tell him that I wanted his ass for my own~  I couldn't hide it either, but... something about being amorous with your boss put me off.  That, and I was full of sludge by then, too.

I only lived about two or three blocks away from the ice cream shop, so the walk wasn't terrible.  Duncan was a sissy though; he asked me to carry him for a block.  Pansy~  I set him at the door, but squatting was probably the worst thing I did all day.  A torrent of hot, steamy and gooey poop gushed out of my butt and landed all on the inside of my doubly padded tush; making it lump and get all smelly in a hurry!  No sooner than I did that did Duncan suddenly sniff at my rear end while I tried to unlock the door to my apartment, making it mush all over the place.  Uncomfortableness rushed through my body as well as a spot of pleasure while that damn Deino did his dirty work of getting me all hornballed up and such.

"Man, you weren't kidding about that lactose intolerant stuff!"
"No, I wasn't... hrph, can I get changed now, Duncan?  Jeez... I just need to stuff your head in my pail for a while; that'll learn ya~"
"Would you?  Please?"

I sighed and shook my head as the door opened up to my little two-bedroom apartment.  I was rooming with Duncan for a little while now; maybe a month or two, and in the middle of it all, even!  Nice accommodations; if not for being a little stinky every now and again.  Duncan plonked his butt onto the couch in front of the TV while I retreated to my room for a bit.

"You SUUUUUURE you don't need help changin', Vec?"
"I'm sure, Duncan.  I can handle it myself."
"I dunno... you seemed to handle Ben a lot worse~  Why don't you just tell him how you feel about him?  Like I do with Gregory?"
"Why do YOU care so much about MY love life?"
"Ehh... I just know a crush when I see it.  Trust me.  Lemme help~"

I sighed and decided to let the slut help me out a bit.  (And by help; I mean get off.)   Duncan hadn't pooped at all today; and I really didn't want to get changed just yet (even though for some weird reason I really had a taste for some more ice cream)!  The Deino sat on my bed as I did, then rolled over into my lap and petted at my crotch.  With all the poop that was sloshing around in big, stinky balls in there; it wasn't difficult to get me stiff; let alone the fact that he was gonna do the same!  Duncan turned around as I reclined and he let one rip into his padding before he strained and started to push out a big, fudgy load into his diaper.  My toes curled the instant I smelled it, drooling a little bit out of the corner of my mouth.  I felt a primal urge within start to dig at my paws; forcing them to grope the constantly expanding padding while Duncan filled it up.

"Just pretend like I'm Ben for a while~"
"O-ok."

Duncan fudged his pants for two minutes straight; leaving a huge messy bulge on top of my crotch as I'd laid back in the bed by then.  The buttons on his onesie had popped wide open; as had mine, and I worried about getting mine dirty before work tomorrow!  I dug into Duncan's diaper with one claw and pulled my onesie off with the other, tugging down the waistband to take a peek at all the brown 'chocolate chip cookie dough' that he'd made on my belly and chest.  Duncan just giggled as he kept making a mess in my face instead, and I struggled to chow on it as my poor boner throbbed and pulsated within its expanse.

"You really love your ice cream, huh?"
"I want some more... like right now...!"

Duncan giggled as I roared out with a diaper-breaching orgasm; spraying the inside of my soiled pamp with a hell of a lot of jizz!  Normally I didn't cum more than a half-cup, so I didn't know why there was jizz everywhere; down the length of my bed and then some!  I huffed Duncan's dungy fumes for a little while longer before the energy subsided and I flumped underneath the stinky Deino (who somehow managed to keep both diapers intact; albeit soiling both of them in the process). 

I woke up the next morning next to Duncan in a fresh padding, cleaned up and pail full to bursting.  He must've changed the both of us last night, as he wasn't nearly as poopy as he was a while ago... but my heart skipped a beat when I looked at the clock - we were supposed to be at the shop thirty minutes ago!  I jolted out of my grogginess and woke Duncan up in the same fashion, hustling and bustling to get dressed!  With fresh diapers in tow, the two of us hurried over to Ben's shop again, to which a rather miffed Ben was tapping his foot outside.

"You're late."
"I'm sorry, Ben!  Duncan overslept; and I couldn't get him up -"
"What do you mean, I overslept!?  You were the one devouring shit until three in the morning-"
"No, I didn'!  I swear, Ben; this was -"
"Whoa whoa, calm down you two!  It's not the end of the world!"

Ben snickered and suddenly pointed two tranquilizer dart guns at the two of us, firing and knocking the both of us out cold in a few seconds.

"It's just Sunday; we're not open on Sunday..."

Duncan woke up next to me on a set of what looked like changing tables.  We were bound to them, however; with linked chains that jingled a little bit when I tried to wrest my arms, legs and tail from them.  Ben walked from behind my head as all I could see was a lamp overhead and his green butt swaying from here to fore again.  Only this time, I was pissed; as was Duncan!

"Ben; what is this?!  What - oh..."
"Vec?  VEC!!  This is no time to be staring at Ben's butt!"

Ben had loaded up once more; and the nasty scatophile in me told me to sniff when he pushed his ass against my face.  In an instant, I felt thought meld into nothingness; only the sweet taste of ice cream filling my belly and mouth.  I felt at ease while Duncan got the same stinky treatment - emphasis on treat.  Ben snicker-chuckled to himself as his tush rested on my bed's feet while he spoke towards Duncan.

"You two are my little 'advertising' babies now, yes?"
"Mmhm!"
"Y... yes... yes I am."
"Good."

A series of mechanical arms took over as the chains unbound and lifted us out of our table positions.  Duncan got the cream treatment while I got a much browner, chocolate outfit; complete with booties, bows, ripply socks... the whole nine yards you'd usually dress a baby up in.  I burped once it was all done, and Ben's beefcakeyness hefted me over his shoulder while Duncan took up the other.  

Monday rolled around, and Duncan and I drooled into work - punctual as ever; albeit minus the brainpower to do so normally.  Pottypants Deino had already messed, but that was just part of the job now - somehow, someway; pooping attracted customers into the shop in droves.  I had what Duncan had on his first day; chocolate chip cookie dough.  I just maybe... had about a hundred pounds of the stuff over the course of the shift.  Duncan still ate more than I did; and Ben had to come outside from time to time to get me to stop flicking ice cream at him.  Food fights are always fun!