Office Expectations
A story by otterlyoffbeat for WRory (WaitForRain)

“...so if we can leverage these competencies properly, we can turn around public perception and greatly improve…” Leopold paused, suddenly cognizant of the eyes in the room upon him as well as the amusement flickering on many of their faces. “...g-greatly improve the customer experience.”

“Are you alright, Leopold?” his boss asked when he'd finished speaking, her tone as stern as ever, even if the lioness’ face showed some concern.

“Of course, Miss Etraka, why do you ask?” 

He shifted from foot to foot, nervous that his presentation hadn't met her exacting standards.  As he did, he became more aware of his clammy legs, though that clamminess felt decidedly warmer and more pervasive than the chilly sensation he'd felt before when under stress.  The unbroken gazes of his coworkers didn't help matters, either, especially as some of them pointed at him and whispered to each other.  Biting his lip, he looked away, trying to think back on whatever he’d said that might have triggered such a response, but came up with nothing.

“Need I remind everyone here that workplace harassment is a zero tolerance activity? You all have work to do, so get to it!” The lioness snapped, making her own displeasure with his coworkers clear as she got to her feet and approached Leopold and spoke softly. “You appear to have...messed yourself, dear.”

“Messed myself, ma’am?” Complete befuddlement showed in his tone before he looked down in response to her nod in that direction and saw a rather prominent dark spot on the crotch of his pants and down. His eyes went wide, a full blush rising to his cheeks, and he stepped back, stunned. “I-I...didn't even realize...I'm so, so sorry! I...I should probably go see a doctor. I'm so embarrassed, this has never happened before!”

“Never?”

“Well, not since I was little, at least! Never as an adult!”

“Shhh, shh. Do try and relax, dear. I pride myself on having a very inclusive workplace despite my strictness, so you don't have to stress so much. Besides, Blake already let me know this might happen.”

“W-what? He did? How would he...I can't believe this happened...I...I don't think I can come back…”

“He also said you'd likely protest and try to run away rather than addressing it head on.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, the touch lighter than he would have expected. “I assured him that your continued employment wouldn't be an issue. Now come along and we'll see about getting you cleaned up. We're overdue for an employee discussion, anyway.”

Leopold remained frozen in place as his boss started striding away. Leaving the meeting room meant walking around the office with that prominent, unmistakable stain on the front of his pants, exposing his shame to the office. Assuming the meeting participants hadn't already sent out an email through the office. That thought got him blushing again, trapped in his own thoughts until the lioness cleared her throat, waiting in the doorway for him.

“I meant what I told them. I do not tolerate any sort of workplace discrimination.  While I suppose you could wait, wet in here until everyone left, there’s no need, and it would mean a hit to productivity and give our janitorial staff additional, unnecessary work. So come along, Leopold.”

Her tone, as it so often did, brooked no argument and snapped him from his reverie.  Shaking his head as if to protest but thinking better of it, he wasted no time in moving to the door and following along behind her. Walking only served to remind him of his wet state. He had no doubt that his cheeks were burning bright, even as he kept his head down to avoid making eye contact with anyone. That avoidance almost caused him to bump into his boss when she stopped at the desk of one of his coworkers after spotting something on his screen.

“Best you forward that email to me and then delete it, Mr. Stevens, understood?”

“I was actually just about to do that, ma’am. Highly unprofessional. You alright, Leo?”

“Glad to see you take our code of ethics seriously.” her response was curt but pleased as she resumed her stride, Leopold only managing a nod in affirmation to the employee before following along once more.

Before long, they stepped into the lioness’ office, and once she had closed the door behind them, moved to sit at her desk. She opened a drawer and reached into it, a panel opening in the wall behind and to the left of her, revealing a private bath. The revelation made her office feel even more homey, something Leopold had always noticed whenever he'd had cause to visit. He shifted nervously from foot to foot as she typed on her computer's keyboard until she addressed him again.

“Go ahead and clean yourself up, no need to worry about anyone seeing you. Just make sure you put your garments in the hamper. I’ll see them taken care of in no time.”

“A-are you sure? I don't want to be a bother…”

“It's no bother. You knew we had a reputation for treating our employees right before you signed on. That's not just PR. You'd also not be the first hire to have issues with incontinence.”

“But I'm not--"

He stopped abruptly as she wagged a finger at him and cut in. “So you intentionally pissed yourself, then?”

“N-no, of course not! But I'm not--”

“Were you, or were you not in control of your bladder?”

“Clearly I wasn't, but…” Leopold clenched his fists, feeling embarrassed once again.

“Textbook incontinence, then. It's nothing to be ashamed of.” She replied firmly, then with compassion, leaving her desk and moving back to his side. “I just wish you had told me yourself rather than having Blake do so, we could have avoided this incident. But that's the past, we'll see that you're taken care of. I promise.”

Leopold nodded in silence, allowing her to lead him into the bathroom, itself a rather well-appointed space with both a shower as well as a Jacuzzi tub. Not the sort of setup one would expect in an office building, but Leopold supposed it just meant that the rumors that the lioness practically lived here had a strong grounding in reality. Either that, or she had a taste for debauchery in secret behind her office doors.

“Wow…”

“Yeah. Home hasn't been…” She shook her own head, stoic demeanor dropping for just a moment as she trailed off. “Sometimes it's nice to have these sorts of amenities whenever needed. Please take all the time you need to relax and clean up. I'll just be out in my office taking care of some additional work.”

With that, she stepped out from the bathroom, leaving Leopold alone. He looked around again, still in a state of shock--both from his accident, as well as this softer side to his boss. And thanks to that, while his racing thoughts hadn't stabilized, they had at least slowed to the point of allowing himself to think everything would be okay. He stripped down, placing his clothes in the hamper as requested before turning on the shower and stepping in.

Even the shower impressed with its integrated tech to adjust water pressure, rhythm, and a host of other items. As such, it also helped to ease his mind and just enjoy the sensation of the water beating down on him. Some minutes passed in quiet contemplation before he got to scrubbing and cleaning himself, and passed again following that as he fell back into that tranquil serenity of standing under falling water. 

Only when he stepped out and started to towel off did he wonder what he would wear. Looking about, he didn't see any new clothes laid out for him, and exiting the room naked to ask his boss didn't seem proper either. He opened the hamper to see if he could at least put his shirt back on, but it had been taken along with the rest of the laundry while he'd showered. He settled for wrapping the towel around himself.

“Miss Etraka? I've, uh, finished showering.” He called out.

“I hope you found it a relaxing experience. I often do. Come on over, we’ll get you dressed again.” Rather than coming from her office, her voice came from the other end of the restroom.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

He made his way over, making sure the towel was still secure, and stepped through a door on the far side to find himself in a bedroom. While on the smallish side, it was equally as furnished as the bath had been, with a queen size bed in the center that his boss currently sat on, looking at him with an appraising gaze. A smile crossed her face and she nodded on seeing him.

“So modest! You know, any number of men in the office would love to be where you're standing right now, and modesty would probably be the last thing on their minds.” She chuckled, then laughed harder as Leopold felt a blush rise to his cheeks again. “Or is that why you're covered up? For fear of displaying similar interest?”

“N-no! That is, I mean, you're certainly a very alluring wom--but ah, I'm just trying to be proper, ma’am!”

His stammered words and her subsequent amused titter only got him blushing all the more. Whatever he'd expected, a looser, less stoic version of the lioness hadn't ranked anywhere near the top of his thoughts. As he stood and tried to rather his thoughts, she again took him by surprise, springing from the bed and yanking away the towel. Eyes wide, his hands flew to and crossed over his crotch to cover himself. To his shame, he could feel his member rising to a semi-erect state.

“It's okay, Leopold, I've seen a man's genitals before.” She laughed again. “And I'm flattered, but that simply won't do.”

The predatory smile on her face as she circled him made him uneasy, his heart hammering, with him rotating to follow her motions. How had a day so mundane become something so...whatever this was? It felt almost like he’d unwittingly stepped into some pornographic scenario, and given his nudity, retreat wasn't an option, lest he expose himself to the entire office and beyond.

Before long, the lioness pounced upon her prey, sending Leopold toppling to the bed. He tried to squirm away, but a powerful arm held him down, even as another, softer, wrapped around his cock. A gasp escaped him at the unexpected touch, and he squirmed more, though his efforts proved equally futile. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his focus and composure, but that only made her continued, unrelenting touch feel all the more intense.

As the sensation grew and he felt himself move ever-closer to the edge, he made a final, desperate attempt to push away, but without success. Her unyielding arm held him down effortlessly, and his push actually helped him over the edge from the additional motion within the tight yet tender grip of her hand. He bit his lip, mewling softly as his cock shot its load and she continued to stroke to help it all out.  Finally, after what seemed an interminable number of soft squeezes, she finally relented, raising her now cum-filled hand to Leopold’s lips.

“Drink your milk like a good little kitten, Leo.”

He felt the blush return to his cheeks in full force at that, both from what she'd asked him to do as well as the inflection she'd paired with that diminutive of his name. Closing his eyes, he sighed, then reopened them and met the lioness’ gaze as if to plead. She just looked at him, smiling expectantly in response. Averting his gaze, he leaned forward and extended his tongue, proceeding to lap up his salty, creamy load from her hand.

“Such a good little one, aren't you?” She asked, the praise further unsettling him and making him squirm nervously. “Yes you are!”

She moved a finger to his nose with a chuckle and removed it before leaning down to give an equally as perfunctory peck to his cheek. Muteness seemed the only valid response given his racing thoughts trying to reconcile his boss’ current behavior and her usual demeanor. He supposed he shouldn't complain, but for this sort of attention to come from that conference room debacle? Attention that hit disturbingly close to some of his most private fantasies? It was no wonder he was struggling to keep up!

With him trapped in his thoughts, he barely paid much mind to her using a warm, moist towel to clean his nether regions from their recent expulsion. The warmth and her gentle touch actually helped calm his nerves, and he found himself closing his eyes as she continued, even when she gently lifted his buttocks from the bed. Only after she'd lowered him back down did his eyes snap open as he felt a gentle pressure that left his crotch enveloped in something soft, no longer exposed to the air.

The sight he saw when he looked down shocked him to the core--his boss applying tape to secure a rather thick diaper on him. His jaw dropped and he blinked a few times as if to clear some hallucination from his eyes. He tried squirming backwards, all-too-aware of the padding against his bottom as he did so...and also very aware the shameful rush of excitement that accompanied it. Completely misplaced excitement. His boss couldn't possibly know what he looked at in private at home. This simply had to be at worst a joke at his expense given his accident, or at best a misguided way of showing acceptance and ensuring future messes--not that he planned to make any of those--didn't escape.

“W-w-what is t-this? W-why...h-how am I going…” Leopold stammered, overwhelmed.

“That's a diaper, dear. Nothing to get so worked up over. You're not the only employee with unique needs, so a simple call to HR and I had them bring it as well as some paperwork. There's nothing to be ashamed of, really.”

“B-but I'm an adult! I can't go around wearing a d-diaper! People…”

“...will keep their mouths shut, lest they want to look for another job. Of course that presumes they would even know.”

“How could they possibly not? My pants aren't exactly loose enough to hide the b-bulk this adds!”

“A fair point, but I think I have a way around that.” She smiled. “How's it feel, by the way? Not too tight or uncomfortable?”

“It feels nice, ma...ma’am! I mean, uh, w-weird but ah, not...not tight or uncomfortable, no.” Eyes wide, he scrambled to cover that initial sentiment that had escaped thanks to her calming tone and concerned words. “I...uh, just never thought I'd be...ah, in this situation, Miss Etraka.”

“Well, you can call me Mama Seline if you really want.” She grinned, winking playfully as she so directly stated what he'd almost referred to her as. “I don't hear much from my daughter anymore, and I do sometimes miss having someone to take care of. But anyway, as I said, this is nothing to be ashamed of, or fearful of ostracization or firing.”

“N-no, I think keeping things p-professional is probably best…” 

Leopold looked away in shame, feeling his cheeks burning again, mortified. Blurting out something like that differed greatly from thinking about doing similarly in private, in the relative anonymity of the internet. And even if she'd laughed it off easily, he had to assume that his words had irrevocably affected her opinion of him. Then again, she did appear very accepting and compassionate, so maybe she hadn't noticed what he’d almost said and instead made a joke to put him at ease, unaware of what it might make him think. That seemed entirely more reasonable than the alternative, right?

“Right. To business, then.” Seline nodded, returning to her more formal demeanor as she brought a small stack of papers over and set them on a stool at the foot of the bed. “That paperwork I mentioned, just sign and date where indicated. It's to acknowledge I've covered our discrimination policies with you and that you understand that whatever your needs, they are not grounds for firing. Standard stuff.”

She set a pen down on the papers, motioning Leopold forward. He scooted himself forward, blush renewing itself as the motion again made him aware of the odd but not unpleasant sensation of the thick, encompassing diaper he now wore and the crinkling sound it made. Picking up the pen, he started signing in the specified spots as he'd done with such other standard documents in the past. He just wanted to get this over with and return to some semblance of normalcy. The thought of others seeing him like this was both nerve-wracking and oddly thrilling.

A giggle caught his attention as he finished signing the last of the documents, and he looked up, surprised to see a mouse in the room with them, notarizing the papers he’d just signed. Seline handed over the last one and he just looked between her and the pink-and-blue haired mouse, stunned. So much for no one else seeing him like this. Additionally, he knew that the work documents he’d signed in the past hadn't required notarization, so that further unsettled him.

“Have to make sure everything's on the up and up. And as far as middle management goes, Cotton here is the best I know, so you can rest easy in her professionalism.”

The mouse gave him a wave, wiggling her fingers in greeting, giggling again. Leopold didn't get a professional vibe from her, in part due to the titters but also due to her frilly attire--she looked like she'd fit better into a fairytale themed workplace than an office building. Then again, given his current diapered state, he supposed he didn't fit that standard either. Biting his lip, he raised his own hand in greeting, trying not to act as flustered as he felt.

“It's, ah, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cotton.”

“It will be!” She nodded decisively, before giving Selene a salute of sorts and leaving the room, documents in hand.

Leopold frowned at that response and what it seemed to imply, but felt glad to see her go, even if his mind couldn't help but imagine her gossiping in the break room or the like. Squirming in uncertainty, he looked back to Seline, at a loss for words to ask ‘what next’ in a respectful manner. He managed to gesture at himself to draw attention to his lack of clothing apart from the diaper.

“What's that shifting about for? Do you need to go again already?”

Leopold started to shake his head, then realized with shock that he did indeed feel the need to relieve himself again. Eyes widening, he sprang up off the bed, starting to move to the restroom, only for Seline to catch his arm and pull him back down to the bed. She shook her head.

“No need for all that. If you can't control yourself, best we break you of the habit and get you used to using your diapers. Can't be having you taking more bathroom breaks than anyone else. That would look like favoritism, and would cause lost productivity, too.”

“B-but I can, this isn’t--"

“You wet yourself in the staff meeting, did you not?” She cut him off, continuing when he mutely nodded. “Is that the act of a man in control? No. And as I said, Blake let me know all about your needs. You don't need to hide. I know it probably feels weird to deliberately release your bladder, but you need to get over that. No one is judging you.”

Leopold shook his head weakly in an attempt to assert that he had no intention of pissing himself, diaper or no. An attempt to roll away and off the bed proved fruitless, Seline’s hand still holding him down without effort. And with each passing moment, he felt his need to go growing more and more, leading him to squirm and struggle all the more desperately under the firm pressure she continued to apply. His intensified struggles didn’t have any greater success than the first, and the addition of her other hand starting to tickle him in various locations didn’t help matters, either.

“P-please, ah…” His own laughter interrupted his plea. “...s-stop, ma-ma-ma’am!”

“Shhh, shhh, just make your Mama Seline happy.” She cooed down to him, unrelenting, her efforts finally causing him to let go, another blush rising strong to his cheeks as he felt the hot liquid fill and get absorbed by the diaper. “There we go, such a good little Leah.”

“L-Leah?” He stammered out, certain his blushing had never been more intense. “I don’t...I’m s-sorry...I couldn’t h-hold it…”

“Awww, you’re such a sweetie! I know you couldn’t, you were just doing what I told you to like a good little baby, and they don’t need to apologize for using their diapers.”

“B-but I’m not a--bmph!”  He found his protest cut off as Seline shoved something bulbous and soft into his mouth, fastening it behind his head with a strap.

“They can’t really speak, either, so a nice paci to remind you of that!  And don’t look at me like that. I know your position usually involves talking on the phone, but we can move you to online support. Or if you’re a really good girl, maybe even daycare attendant. Wouldn’t it be nice to spend the day with other babes like yourself?”

Leopold just stared at her, wide-eyed, playing his tongue against the apparent pacifier, but the strap held it in no matter how much he pushed against it. There was no way she could expect him to work with a pacifier in around his coworkers, could she? How had her professionalism turned to this? He shook his head in response to her words and query, denying her assertions, even as he remained all-too-cognizant of sitting in his own wetness.

“Oh, of course! You’re not even dressed, no wonder you’re being so bashful! It’s a good thing you’re a big sort of baby--we should be able to find something for you temporarily out of my wardrobe.”

Her smile still didn’t prove reassuring to him as she took him by the wrist and tugged him off the bed. Instead, it only caused his trepidation to grow. Reading about this sort of scenario, occasionally fantasizing about it was one thing, but to actually experience it? It felt considerably more intense and terrifying than he could have imagined. Even so, he meekly allowed himself to be led to what proved to be a rather large walk-in closet, the walk--really more of a waddle, given the effective, if impractical, thickness of the diaper--only serving to keep his thoughts racing. Thinking back to some of those private visualizations, he had a sneaking suspicion that getting out of this wouldn’t prove as simple as leaving and not coming back. Not only because Seline and Blake seemed to be in on it together, but those notarized documents still played in his thoughts. He had no idea what he’d actually signed.

So his thoughts went as Seline went through the racks of clothes in the closet, Leopold left to shift from foot to foot as she considered option after option. He could only blush and mumble incoherent protestations as she’d hold them up in front of him before shaking her head and putting them back. Pajamas, summer dresses, formal gowns, some rather surprising costumes, finally pulling out a skirt suit and nodding, walking back out of the closet with him in tow, laying it out on the bed.

“There we go, business appropriate attire so my little Leah can feel comfortable getting back to work.”

Leopold shook his head again, letting out another inarticulate protest at the attire and her using that name again, emphasizing his distress with wild hand gesticulations.

“Right, right! Your diaper! Of course you want that changed before getting all dressed up! Well, we can get that taken right care of, can’t we?”

“Mmmmph!” He raised his hands up, having had enough and trying to find the release for the pacifier, only for his fingers to find a lock there.

“Now, now, if you’re a good girl, we’ll see about removing that pacifier. But you have to show you can be good.”

Seline pushed him back onto the bed once more, with him toppling easily despite his attempt to remain standing. Upon hitting the bed, he huffed, turning his head away and closing his eyes, resigning himself to the change. She’d already demonstrated her strength, and protesting more could only end up making things even worse. Again he felt himself lifted, heard a crinkling, and found himself lowered onto a cool plastic covering. The moist wipes followed, along with the scent of baby powder, then he found himself lifted once more before being lowered onto that padding again. He turned his gaze back to Seline and blushed yet again as he felt her fingers on his spent, but again stiff member.

“I’m glad you’re still excited about all this! It’s a big step to take, after all. Also, keep in mind that you might not get such a fast change in the future. Adults do have busy schedules, after all.”

He huffed again, looking away.

“There’s no need to pout, Leah! You’re actually lucky not to have to worry about those responsibilities anymore.”  She smiled, tickling him a bit and summoning forth some involuntary laughter before finishing the diapering process. “There we go, all freshened up!”

Seline helped him up off the bed again, reaching over to grab the skirt suit, then helping him into it. Sans the diaper, the skirt likely wouldn’t have remained in place without additional assistance, as the jacket part definitely sat loosely on him, having the added effect of making him feel like a kid playing dressup. A dangerous way to think, given the current situation. At any rate, this outfit at least beat wearing only a diaper, even if it had its own embarrassing qualities to it. Ones aided along by what Seline added as additional touches--small little ribbons into his blue hair (‘so you can be pretty until your hair grows out and can be styled’), a sprinkling of glitter around his eyes, as well as affixing a pink bow to his tail. Seeing himself in the full-length mirror she led him to made him blush all the more, his stomach dropping moments later at the next words spoken, or rather, at the voice that spoke them.

“Awww, look at our little Leah playing grown up!”

Leopold knew that voice instantly, but turned instinctually nonetheless, perhaps too quickly given he lost his balance in the heels Seline had put him in and toppled right onto his padded bottom. Blushing more intensely at that, he looked up into the amused face of Blake, the pink poodle that had brought him no small share of grief, but also great joy in their time together. As he looked between Blakeand Seline, the pair broke into laughter and Leopold looked at the floor between his legs, crossing his arms and huffing. Why was laughter always at his expense?

“Yeah, she’s a cutie, isn’t she?”

“A much better Leah than she was a Leo, that’s for sure!” Blake concurred, looking to Leopold. “What do you think? Glad those supplements I’ve been putting into your food finally took effect?”

Leopold’s eyes went wide at hearing that revelation. “Mmmph mmm mmmrph mm mpph?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Blake smirked. “You’ll have to enunciate better.”

“She thinks she can talk.” Seline said, cocking an eyebrow as she looked at Blake. “ It’s cute, if misguided.”

Leopold slammed his fists against the ground as they talked about him as if he couldn’t speak for himself. Which he supposed he couldn’t, but that wasn’t his fault! He tried to push himself up, but couldn’t get good enough purchase or balance in the heels, and ended up plopping right back down. He couldn’t even kick them off, the padding between his legs preventing him from bringing them together to pry them loose. Another inarticulate cry escaped him and he rolled, starting crawl away to escape before stopping and resting back on his bottom as he realized he wouldn’t get far and that doing so might just give them more fodder.

“Where you crawling off to baby girl?” Too late. Leopold didn’t even have to look up to see the sneer on Blake’s face. “I thought you were better behaved than to throw a tantrum and embarrass me in front of your new mother.”

“She probably just needs a nap. Babies get cranky without enough rest.”

“Wise words, Seline. I’m sure it’s been a long day. The humiliation of wetting herself in front of her coworkers, being babied by her boss, finding out I helped things along after finding her browsing history and hidden chatlogs...well, that’s a lot to take in, especially for someone as innocent as a little babe.”

“Yeah, best we get her to sleep.”

Seline nodded, heading into the bathroom. Leopold could hear the sound of water running, and he looked to Blake with pleading eyes. More laughter, paired with the shaking of his head was the only response Blake gave. Leopold glared at his master, which only triggered louder laughter. Given what he’d seen in the mirror, Leopold supposed he couldn’t blame Blake for that reaction--far from imposing to begin with, the sparkles, ribbons, attire, and padding fully negated whatever ferocity he might otherwise have managed to convey.

Before long, Seline returned carrying a bottle without the standard nipple and walked over to Leopold. She moved it towards his mouth, but he shook his head vigorously, pulling away and ending up toppling over instead. Undeterred, he started to crawl until Seline stopped him with that deceptively powerful arm again, rolling him back over and straddling him, rendering him immobile. Leopold tried to throw a punch her way, only to find his arms gripped tightly by Blake, the squirming he was reduced to completely ineffective at freeing himself.

Thusly subdued, Seline unscrewed part of the pacifier and brought the bottle up in its place, twisting it and securing it in turn. Not long thereafter, Leopold tasted a sweetness in his mouth, making him realize how thirsty he’d gotten and triggering him to suck at it, being rewarded with a squirt of the sweet liquid, which he swallowed down happily. He went at it for awhile longer, losing himself until he remembered the prior conversation, but too late. By the time he stopped, his vision had blurred and his eyelids felt heavy. He jerked his head up a few times as he snapped himself out of looming slumber, but soon found himself overtaken by darkness, dimly aware of being lifted off the floor.

***

	Leopold came awake with a start, heart hammering at the thought of having fallen asleep at his desk. His heart raced in his chest as his mind replayed the dream, and only when he moved his hand to wipe some drool from his mouth did he start to realize it might not have been imagined. The sleeve of the jacket hung loosely on his arm, and as he sat up, the padding around his buttocks made itself abundantly clear with an accompanying crinkle. Not to mention the pacifier still filling his mouth. That made his eyes go wide and his cheeks burn bright, his dismay growing as he looked down to see his state unchanged.

	Unchanged...not the best of thoughts to have, either, given it made him aware of another pressing need to use the restroom and that promise of no further quick changes before he’d drifted off. He looked around wildly, noting white cardboard boxes resting on a handful of desks--Seline clearly hadn’t been kidding about the zero tolerance policy--and amiable smiles from those employees still at their desks. The wolf Seline had stopped to speak with before met his gaze and gave a thumbs up before returning to his own work, though a pinging from Leopold’s own computer soon refocused his attention. A dialog window had appeared there, alongside a now-terminated chat session with a customer.

[js3820: Good to see you embracing yourself, Leah! It takes courage, and if you ever need someone to talk to...er, need someone, I wanted to assure you we’re all here for you!]

[RACHEL SANTOS HAS CONNECTED.]
[RACHEL SANTOS 14:27: Hi there, Leah! I was hoping you could help me with a billing issue and explain these charges?]
[RACHEL SANTOS 14:31: Are you there?]
[LeahOO 14:34: ghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.]
[RACHEL SANTOS 14:35: Um, hello?]
[RACHEL SANTOS 14:41: I’m going to flag this chat, highly unprofessional. Thanks for nothing, bitch!]
[CHAT SESSION ENDED]

Leopold blinked a couple times reading that, a blush coming to his cheeks. He hadn’t even been awake! He hoped that wouldn’t be held against him...but at the same time, how much worse could things get? It looked like even his new desk had matching accoutrements to his outfit and attire--some figurines of princesses, pastel post-it notes with glitter, a plastic purse that practically screamed ‘little girl,’ a compact alongside some items of makeup, and the pink theme to the windows and default text on his desktop. The computer dinged as he stared in continued shock at the terminated chat, a new one taking its place.

[MEGAN THROCKMORTON 14:47: Hi! I got your new catalog today and I was wondering if you could answer some questions about item 4237?]
[LeahOO 14:48: Hewwo there! I’ll be super happy ta help yuuuuu today! Lemme see...ah, da vibwating fun time wandy wand! Whaddya wanna know?]
[MEGAN THROCKMORTON 14:51: That’s...awfully cute. Why don’t you let your mama back at the keyboard?]

	Leopold frowned as he read that line from the customer. Why would she ask something like that? Only when he read his own reply...or what the screen showed that he’d replied did he understand. While the text displayed conveyed the gist of what he’d typed, it did so in a manner entirely opposed to what he’d actually input. He felt his cheeks burning yet again and he made a weak sound of protest through the pacifier, fingers flying across the keyboard once more, making sure the text on screen showed exactly what he’d typed before he hit enter.

[LeahOO 14:56: No mama! Imma empwoyeeee! Pweese lemme help you pwetty lady!!!!]
[MEGAN THROCKMORTON 14:58: Of course you are, sweetie. :) Thanks for bringing me a smile! Tell your mom I think you’re adorable!]
[CHAT SESSION ENDED] 

 His eyes went wide at the text displayed on the screen, and shoved himself back from the keyboard. The reply from the customer went completely unheeded. If he couldn’t even communicate via text, how could he get any work done? Raising his hands to his head, he found himself shaking in his chair, overwhelmed. He closed his eyes, trying to relax, only to jerk them open when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder.

“You alright, Leah?”

Leopold shook his head in frenzied denial, looking over to see that same employee from before. The wolf looked genuinely concerned, to his credit, but Leopold couldn’t take it, thrusting himself to his feet, intending to flee. However, he remained frozen in place at the sensation that accompanied his sudden rising, a release and warmth he really, really didn’t want to think about. Given how the padding around him kept that warmth pressed to him, though, that wasn’t really an option.

Avoiding eye contact, Leopold tried to take a couple steps away, feeling sillier than ever at that waddling gait and the feeling of that newly-filled diaper against him. That sensation of silliness only increased when his toddling caused him to topple to the ground, which in turn made him further aware of the mess. He brought his knees up as close to his chest as he could manage, hugging them and rocking a bit in shame, wishing his coworker would go back to his desk. He really didn’t want it known what he’d just done.

“Hey, no judgement here, remember? Miss Etraka let me know this might happen, don’t you worry!” The wolf smiled down at him, much to Leopold’s chagrin, giving him a quick squeeze of the shoulder before returning to his desk.

Leopold sighed in relief, trying to calm himself again. When his coworker walked back over holding a bottle similar to the one Seline had used earlier, Leopold didn’t even try to pull away. Sleep sounded like an entirely welcoming proposition, if only to escape from the embarrassment of the moment. Once it was attached, he suckled quietly on the bit in his mouth, swallowing down the slightly-sweet fluid and doing his best to ignore the soft stroking of his back his coworker provided all the while.

Soon enough, his eyelids grew heavy, and he embraced the slumber that waited with equal exuberance for him...

***

	Awareness was slow to return to Leopold, and when it did, it remained foggy. He could tell that a thick diaper still swaddled him, but beyond that, the clothes felt different, and better fitting. It also felt like there was something around his head.The sensation of movement came next, followed by the realization that he was laying on his back. In turn, his vision started to come back, and he could see familiar tiles above him. Still at work, then. Seline’s face appeared next, obscuring that ceiling view, and smiling down at him warmly.

	“Did my little Leah have a good nap after that ill-advised attempt at working? We’re going to get you some fresh air,. A stuffy office is no place for a baby, is it?”

	“I also gave her some of your special clothes. The dressup was cute, but you’re certainly no business professional, are you?” Blake’s taunting voice proved quite the contrast to Seline’s warmth. 

	A blush came back to Leopold’s cheeks as he remembered those disastrous chat sessions, and picking up on the rest of Blake’s statement, Leopold blinked and looked down. His attire had indeed changed from Seline’s suit, and rather dramatically--he now saw himself in a dress even frillier than the attire the mouse notary had been wearing earlier, white stockings peeking out from what he could see of his legs, and a pair of little girl heels on either foot, with mittens on either hand. His subsequent glances around confirmed he currently lay in an oversized baby stroller being pushed through the office. A number of his former coworkers went by as well, stopping to peek in to coo at him affectionately, making him blush. Could this get any more humiliating?

	As they entered the lobby and out onto the busy streets outside, Leopold realized the answer was yes. He squirmed, but found himself secured into the stroller thoroughly. Kicking his feet, he tried to speak, but still found the pacifier in place. He heard more cooing, as well as some laughter as they advanced.

	“Yes, so nice to be out of the office, little one, isn’t it?”

	“Out in the world, letting everyone see what a cute little baby you are. In your frills and bonnet, with your pacifier, wearing your heart’s desire for the world to see.”

	Leopold shook his head in denial, heart racing, but he knew there was some truth in Blake’s words, terrifying as this situation was. He didn’t think any of his fantasies had ever gotten this involved, but there was nothing he could do. He was literally along for the ride, and at the whim and mercy of Blake and Mama Seline. He made a gurgling sound as he realized he’d just thought of her like that on his own, then blushed even more than he had in the office as he realized the sound he’d just made.

	“Baby likes being a baby in the world, huh?” Blake chuckled.

	“Shush, let her enjoy her walk.”

	They continued on apace, Leopold looking out, losing track of just how many people he saw, and who in turn saw him. The reactions remained a mix--adoring sweetness, laughter, revulsion, curiosity, all leaving him overwhelmed with feelings and excitement. During one particularly exuberant tickling session from a passerby, mortification had set in as he felt his bladder release again, flooding his diaper with fluid even as the amused lady had continued to tickle him. His mewling only made her coo and tickle all the more before they continued on, Leopold stewing in his own mess.

	Eventually they entered another building, one filled with the sounds of babies and little kids at play. Looking about, he saw what appeared to be a nursery setup of sorts.

	“Welcome to Age Relaxation House, checking in?”

	“Yes, we made a reservation for our Leah here, she’s a bit special and we’d like to leave her here with her best friend, if that’s alright?”

	“All our charges are special, little is little, regardless of body!” The clerk chirped in response to Seline’s words. “And that’s okay, of course! Friendships help with acclimation, as I’m sure you know. We do just have some paperwork, but we can go ahead and take your charge on ahead into the nursery!”

	“Of course, I know she’s oh-so-excited.” Blake chuckled, stepping away from the stroller with Seline, who gave Leopold a smile and a wave.

	Leopold pursed his lips, wondering who would be pushing his stroller, and beyond that, who this supposed friend was, though both questions were answered quickly enough. The smiling, bubbly face of the mouse who had notarized the documents earlier--Cotton, he recalled--peeked over the top of the stroller. She waggled some fingers down at him, pursing her lips as she looked at him.

	“Heya, sis!” She giggled. “Looks like you made a mess somewhere back there, but we’ll get you cleaned up and start having some fun together and with our soon-to-be friends among the other toddlers and kids here!  Aren’t Mama Seline and Daddy Blake great?”

	Leopold just closed his eyes tight, willing himself anywhere else, back to normalcy…

***

	...and jerked awake at his computer keyboard, heart pounding heavily in his chest. Wiping away some drool from his mouth, he next reached down, letting out a heavy sigh of relief at feeling his usual undergarments, and not a thick diaper. For a dream--or nightmare--it had seemed exceptionally realistic. Shaking his head, he gave a start as he saw the lioness from his dream waving at him from the computer screen.

	That start made him topple out of his chair, and he groaned as he got back up, looking back at the computer screen as if to verify what he saw. The lioness still looked out from the page, not so much waving as frozen in a pose, captioned with the text: ‘Seline Etraka thanks you for your interest in applying to the Offbeat Oscillations customer service department!’ He let out another sigh of relief, closing the window, as well as the folder behind it with some of the images he’d been looking at before drifting off at his desk. As he powered off the computer, Blake burst into the room.

	“What’d you break this time, Leopold?” He snarled before noting the expression on Leopold’s face.

	Even so, the tone served as trigger enough for Leopold to break into tears, still trying to process the intensity of the dream’s lingering thoughts. Blake sighed and moved to Leopold’s side, wrapping a strong arm around his sub, squeezing him close in a hug. He held it, waiting for Leopold to calm a bit, stroking his fur softly.

	“What’s wrong?” He ultimately asked.

	After a few more sniffles, Leopold pulled back, looking Blake in the eye. “I...I had a nightmare. I know, that sounds silly...b-but...it was pretty intense.”

	“Tell me about it?”

	Leopold proceeded to do just that, in fits and starts, holding back no details, though with some equivocation at points when it came to the discussion of those hidden interests that lay at the dream’s heart. Blake didn’t interrupt, knowing it would be best to let Leopold get it all out, instead listening intently, or asking the occasional query when the story would putter out or Leopold would get too flustered to continue. By the end, Leopold had wrapped his arms around Blake in another hug.

	“I...I sound crazy, d-don’t I?”

	“Not at all. Just cute...Leah.” Blake grinned.

	“S-stop it!” Leopold laughed softly, weakly slamming a fist against the pink poodle. “You don’t think anything less of me?”

	“Not at all. Granted, I couldn’t even if I tried.” Blake laughed himself, shaking his head. “KIdding, kidding. I know you, you’re still the sub I took on. It’d take more than a nightmare about being forced to be a baby to scare me off.”

	“Really?”

	“Really.”

	Blake nodded, smiling warmly.  Leopold let out a breath he’d been holding, relaxing and slumping against Blake, turning his head to give his master a kiss. Ruffling Leopold’s hair softly, Blake returned the kiss.

	“Doesn’t get you off the hook from dressing up as a maid and doing yardwork later, though.” Blake grinned. “The neighbors will be expecting you, after all.  Now, why don’t you compose yourself and get dressed when you’re ready. I’m here, you’re here, you’re safe. You’re my sub, and I’ll see you’re always safe, even if I do give you grief.”

	“Yes, Sir!”

	With that, Blake left the room, leaving a cheerier Leopold in his wake, albeit one now nervous but eagerly excited to be exposed doing said yardwork. 

***

Returning to his den, Blake opened his closet and fished out a box that had arrived a short time back. He opened it carefully and quietly, smiling. Within was an ‘ABDL Starter Kit’ he’d ordered for the moment when Leopold would reveal his latent interest in the fetish. Private browsing and hidden folders were all well and good, but by no means perfect.

Grinning, Blake left his den, heading to the laundry room with box in hand, leaving it out of the way where it might be missed...or where it might look just out of place enough to stir up a submissive cat’s curiosity, especially with one corner of it oh-so-tantalizingly bent as if inviting a peek.

Curiosity wouldn’t kill his cat, but Blake felt confident it would bring the both of them some very interesting times, indeed.