In the heart of the city, a towering glass spire pierced the sky, a testament to the corporate prowess of Barry “The Boar” Bronson. His firm, hard-driven personality had built not just a company, but an empire. The problem was that his hard-driven personality became the subject of ridicule around the office, which he learned about from his more loyal colleagues. Word around the office was that Barry had such a disagreeable disposition that his subordinates openly conspired, on several occasions, to collectively call in sick for a day in quiet protest. Barry was frustrated with his employees’ occasional revolt. He didn’t agree with the notion that he was a bad boss — just “passionate.”
This led him to an opportunity that he immediately took advantage of.
A television production company reached out to him via email. A producer for the company informed Barry that they were interested in featuring him and the company in a show where the boss went undercover in their own company by getting cloaked in heavy prosthetics, latex and spirit gum, masking his familiar frame and musk. With the power of makeup, Barry would “transform” into a new employee, and familiarize himself with the concerns and frustrations of his co-workers. To ensure the undercover bit was effective, the production company relied more on hidden cameras that tracked Barry’s movements. Barry would let his trusted colleagues know about the filming, so they could be entrusted to place cameras in strategic locations that were in public view.
Barry, who liked to sometimes dabble in the theatrics, accepted the producer’s unconventional offer. Two weeks after accepting the offer, cameras began rolling. With whispers about him echoing through the halls, whispers that Barry was determined to understand, the spectacle of “Matt,” a burly figure cloaked in heavy prosthetics, was born.
Matt lumbered into the office, a hulking pig with a jovial grin that belied the keen intelligence behind his eyes. Fortunately, his tusks were short enough to mask underneath tape and faux fur. He consented to most of his fur being shaved off to have a cleaner look. Unlike Barry, “Matt” wore eyeglasses and was soft-spoken. He was placed in a cubicle, a drone among the many, but his ears were pricked, his senses heightened. Producers told him to not interact with the others much or else his true identity would be discovered. And as far as everyone else was concerned, Barry went to an company executive retreat upstate, which was something he was known to occasionally do.
The first day brought a rude awakening. Huddled around the water cooler, a trio of employees — a sleek fox, a plump pigeon, and a wiry ferret — spoke in hushed tones.
“Let me tell you: I am not missing the smell of Barry’s diaper today,” the fox snickered. “It’s always like he’s smuggling a fucking marshmallow in his pants.”
The pigeon cooed laughter. “I swear, I saw it peeking out the other day from his pants. It was thick. Does he think no one notices? Holy shit!”
The ferret wrinkled his nose, “And the smell. It’s like he bathes in piss.”
Barry-turned-Matt felt a hot flush creep up his neck. Embarrassment flooded him, but something else stirred beneath the humiliation. A dark, twisted tendril of arousal unfurled in his gut. He shifted in his seat, feeling the thick diaper between his legs, a comforting, not-so-secret weight.
Barry was an older boar with a small bladder. When the urge to pee appeared and uncomfortably stirred within his loins, Barry would often find himself tripping pitifully to the restroom to relieve himself. Sometimes, he would make it to the restroom. Other times, he did not, and a noticeable stain appeared on his freshly washed dress pants. When he had accidents, Barry could sense everyone staring at him. He never heard anyone whispering aloud, but he felt his staff were keenly aware, but were too polite to say anything. And besides, if they did, Barry would’ve probably fired them on the spot for embarrassing him. Over time, Barry warmed up to the idea of wearing diapers to work. Clearly, he wasn’t as discrete about it as he had initially hoped.
The next day, Henry, a lanky wolf with shaggy gray fur, leaned against the cubicle wall. His voice was low, meant for the ears of a rabbit nearby, but it carried to Matt’s sensitive ears.
“You know what, though? I fucking love it,” Henry admitted, a husky growl in his voice. “Barry’s scent is kinda nice, though, especially when you know he’s wet.”
Henry was the only openly gay employee in the office. Despite publicly vetting his frustrations about Barry with his co-workers, Henry secretly harbored a crush, and sometimes informed his rabbit colleague, Shane, about it. Shane, a friend of Henry’s, was closeted and identified more as a pansexual. Shane struggled to observe his boss in a more sexual or romantic context because he was intensely allergic to Barry’s arrogant and seemingly catty personality. But he lovingly tolerated Henry’s thirst for the boar.
Barry’s heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of unforeseen desire. He could feel it, the warmth spreading from his groin, the dampness seeping into his diaper, and his hardening shaft grazing against his slimy-textured padding. He lumbered to his feet, a clumsy, hurried gait that sent him crashing into the restroom. This time, however, there was a different urge he needed to address.
In the stark, sterile light of the bathroom, Barry locked himself in a stall. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering against his ribs. He leaned against the cold metal wall, one hand braced for support, the other snaking down to his crotch. He could feel it, the thick, sodden bulk of his diaper, heavy with his piss, and lost in a scent his co-workers were apparently familiar with. And someone he knew was actually into that? There was someone out there who enjoyed his personal shame?
A groan escaped him as he began to hurriedly unzip his pants fly. He couldn’t wait for his hand to pressing hard against the squishy dampness. The scent of his own musk filled the stall, pungent and heady. He could see it in his mind’s eye, Henry’s lean form, his gray fur, his hungry eyes. He imagined Henry’s nose pressed against his crotch, inhaling deeply, his tongue lapping the outer plastic. And the chance was high that Henry would wind up worshiping his diaper from underneath his office desk, or maybe the bathroom stall. Barry wasn’t picky.
Barry’s hand moved faster, his hips bucking against his touch. The heavy, squishy friction was delicious, the warmth of his piss, the scent of his arousal, all of it combining into a heady cocktail that sent him spiraling. He came with a grunt, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing against the thick padding of his diaper before he reached a sudden and satisfying climax. A warm, thick load was sent racing into his padding, saturating his shaft, and pooling seductively around his untrimmed balls.
In the aftermath, Barry slumped against the wall, panting. His heart still raced, his body tingled with the remnants of his orgasm. He knew he should be disgusted, ashamed, but all he felt was a deep, satisfying warmth. He had come here seeking understanding, but he had found something else entirely. Something dark, something twisted, something utterly intoxicating. And he wanted more.
There was just one problem, though: he forgot to bring a spare with him to work. A rookie mistake.
Barry, still cloaked in the guise of Matt, stepped out of the restroom, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm against his ribs. The thick, sodden diaper clung to his skin, a heavy, uncomfortable reminder of his predicament: wandering the office in a damp, scent-laden discomfort.
His coworkers’ eyes seemed to bore into him, their whispers echoing in his mind. He could feel their gazes lingering on his crotch, their noses wrinkling at the pungent scent that wafted from him. Yet, beneath the embarrassment, that dark tendril of arousal stirred once more. He pushed it down, focusing instead on the task at hand. Barry believed that if he stayed inside his cubicle until the end of his shift and restricted his movements around the office, that would mitigate some of the suspicions his co-workers had.
Henry was at his desk, his gray fur silvered under the harsh fluorescent lights. Matt, feigning a casualness he didn’t often feel, leaned against the cubicle wall. “Hey, Henry,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I heard you talking earlier. About Barry.”
Henry looked up, his ears perking. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, a guarded look in his eyes.
Matt nodded. “I know him, you know. Barry. He’s not a bad guy, you know. Just abrasive.”
Henry snorted, leaning back in his chair. “That’s one way to put it.”
Matt shrugged. “He just wants to be accepted, I think. He doesn’t know how.”
Henry studied him, his gaze softening. “You seem to know him pretty well, Matt.”
Matt chuckled, a self-deprecating sound. “Better than most, I guess.”
The conversation flowed, a heartfelt exchange that delved into the complexities of Barry’s character. Henry’s eyes gleamed with interest, his body language open and inviting. Matt found himself drawn in, the heaviness of his diaper fading and the warmth cooling as he lost himself in the conversation.
But then, Henry’s nose twitched. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, Matt, I’ve always wondered… what’s up with Barry’s diaper?”
Matt froze, his heart leaping into his throat. The warmth of his arousal, banked but not extinguished, surged back, a wave of heat that left him lightheaded. He could feel it, the thick, damp bulk between his legs, the scent of his musk filling the air. He wanted, in that moment, to strip away the disguise, to reveal himself to Henry, to bare himself completely.
But he hesitated, the weight of his deception pressing down on him. He had come here to observe, to understand, not to reveal. Not yet. He swallowed hard, his voice a husky growl when he finally spoke. “Oh, you can smell him too, huh?”
Henry’s eyes narrowed, a speculative look in his gaze. “You know more than you’re letting on, don’t you, Matt?”
Matt shrugged, a noncommittal gesture. “Maybe. But it’s not my story to tell. Not yet.”
Henry leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Fair enough, Matt. But when you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen.”
Matt nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. He had navigated the treacherous waters of this conversation, had kept his secret safe. But as he walked away, the thick diaper chafing with each step, he knew that this was just the beginning. The game had changed, the stakes had risen, and he was playing with fire. But he couldn’t stop now, not when he was so close to the flame. Not when he craved the burn.
As Matt, Barry stepped out of the office, the weight of his sodden diaper a secret, shameful burden. He thought he had them fooled, thought he was incognito, but as the doors closed behind him, the office erupted into laughter.
“Can you believe he thought we didn’t know?” the fox chuckled, shaking his head.
Henry grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “The smell gave him away. That, and the fact that the producers told us. This is a kinda fun.”
The pigeon snickered. “His face when we were talking about his diaper… priceless. He was like, ‘Oh my God!’ I could literally see him peeking around the corner, just losing it.”
The next day, Barry returned, his disguise firmly in place, ready to face another day as Matt. But as he settled into his cubicle, he heard them again, the whispers, the speculation.
“Do you think Barry ever, you know, messes his diapers?” the ferret asked, his voice low. “He has to, right? If he’s wearing diapers all the time, I’m sure he has.”
The fox snickered, “I bet he does. I bet he likes it, too. Being a filthy boar. He goes around the office in the same diaper all day. Doesn’t change. Doesn’t care.”
Barry felt a familiar flush creep up his neck, his body heating with a mix of embarrassment and rampaging arousal. He could feel his diaper tenting. He shifted in his seat, the thick diaper crinkling beneath him. He was wet, but only a little — enough for him to enjoy that nice, slick sensation against his hardened cock.
Unable to bear it any longer, he slipped away, heart pounding as he sneaked his way to his executive office. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the silent room. He leaned against the desk, his breath coming in ragged gasps and bursts.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand snaking down to his crotch. He began to rub, the friction delicious against the thick padding. “Fuck, I am a filthy boar. I like being filthy.”
He grunted, oinked and snarled, bearing down, the gurgling and plopping sounds of his plentiful mess filling the diaper loud in the quiet room. The urge to soil himself wasn’t initially there, but he willed it to happen. He squished it, sitting in his office chair, the warmth and scent enveloping him. His hand moved faster, his hips gyrating against his touch. He was already getting close. And closer.
But then, a knock sounded at the door. Barry froze. The door creaked open, revealing his coworkers, their faces a mix of amusement and lust.
“”We know, Barry,” Henry said, his voice a low growl. “We’ve known all along.”
Barry stared at them, his heart pounding. He could feel the heat of his blush, the warmth of his solid mess, the scent of his arousal filling the air. He was caught, exposed, vulnerable. And he had never been more turned on.
Henry stepped forward, his eyes gleaming. “But we’re willing to make a deal, Barry. You can keep your job, keep your dignity, and the camera footage of you destroying your diaper can be destroyed. But for the rest of the day, you’re ours. Your diaper: it’s our personal urinal.”
Barry swallowed hard, his cock throbbing at the thought. He nodded, a silent acquiescence. And so it began.
They led him around the office, using him, marking him. The fox went first, his stream hot and strong, soaking into the thick padding of Barry’s diaper. The pigeon followed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he added his own scent. The ferret, the rabbit, each of them took their turn, until Barry’s diaper was heavy and leaking, his scent mingling with theirs. The sensual combination of these scents made Barry feel and smell like a convenient and portable restroom. With his secret fully revealed, Barry was thriving in the depravity, and felt a large weight being lifted off his shoulders. The abrasiveness was gone, and in its place was blind and comforting obedience.
But it was Henry who he wanted most. Henry, with his lean form and his hungry eyes. Henry, who had confessed his attraction, his desire. Barry followed him to the bathroom with intense anticipation.
In the bathroom stall, Henry turned to him, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re a filthy boar, Barry,” he growled, his hand reaching down to cup Barry’s thick diaper. “And I fucking love it. I want you to make me as dirty as you.”
Henry moaned from Barry’s simple touch. He could feel it, the heat, the desire, the most feral need. He turned around, bracing himself against the cold metal wall, his heart hammering in his chest.
Barry entered him, his cock hot and hard, filling him completely. Henry grunted, his body tensing as Barry began to move, his hips slapping against Henry’s tight ass. The scent of piss and sex filled the air, a heady, intoxicating mix that drove Henry wild, especially since he was now wearing Barry’s diaper over his head. What an overpowering smell! And the diaper with rich with them. Heavy. Unrelenting. Dirty. Inviting.
Barry came with a roar, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing inside Henry. Henry followed, his body tensing, his cock throbbing as he mindlessly sprayed the bathroom wall with his heat.
In the aftermath, they slumped against the wall, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Barry turned to Henry, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I guess I’m not the only filthy one around here,” he said, his voice a low growl.
Henry chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “Guess not, Barry. Guess not.”
Barry stepped back into the office, his body still tingling from the encounter with Henry. He felt different, changed. The weight of his secret no longer pressed down on him, and in its place, a strange sense of liberation bloomed. He was no longer just Barry the Boar, the abrasive boss. He was something more, something infinitely more complex.
His coworkers looked up as he entered, their eyes gleaming with shared knowledge. He met their gazes, a small smile playing on his lips. He was in no position to judge, not anymore. He was one of them now, bound by their shared depravity, their shared secret.
But there was a shift in the dynamic, a subtle undercurrent of power that hadn’t been there before. They knew his secret, had seen him at his most vulnerable. And they held that power over him, a silent threat that hung in the air like a guillotine.
Henry sidled up to him, his voice a low growl in Barry’s ear. “You understand, don’t you, Barry? Things are different now. You’re one of us, but that means we own a part of you.”
Barry nodded, a shiver running down his spine. He understood all too well. He was at their mercy, and they knew it. But Barry was nothing if not adaptable. He could turn this to his advantage, make it a game, a dance of give and take.
“I understand,” he said, his voice steady. “But I have a proposal. A way for us all to share in this new dynamic.”
The room fell silent, all eyes on him. He had their attention, and he knew it. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was a gamble, a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.
“From now on,” he said, his voice echoing in the silent room, “we all wear diapers. All of us. And we don’t change them, not until the end of the shift.”
There was a collective intake of breath, a moment of stunned silence. Then, the fox chuckled, a low, husky sound. “You want us to be just like you, Barry? Filthy, diaper-wearing freaks?”
Barry smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. “Exactly,” he said. “You want to own a part of me? Fine. But that means I own a part of you, too. We’re in this together, all of us. Equals.”
Henry studied him, his eyes narrowed. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. “Deal,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But if any of us leak or cause a blowout, there will be consequences.”
Barry nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. “Agreed,” he said. “But the same goes for you, Henry. For all of you. We’re in this together.”
And so, a new era began in the office. An era of shared secrets, of mutual kink depravity, of understanding and acceptance. Barry was no longer just the boss, but a part of the team, bound to them by their shared desires, their shared needs.
He had changed, yes, but not out of the goodness of his heart. He had changed out of necessity, out of a desire to maintain his power, his control. But in doing so, he had found something more. He had found a family, a tribe, a pack. He had found a place where he belonged.
And as he looked around the office, at his coworkers clad in their diapers, their eyes gleaming with shared knowledge, he knew that he had made the right choice. He was no longer just Barry the Boar. He was something more. Something better.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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