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Chapter 6 There were several food stations in the cafe: a coffee bar, a grill for fresh fish, one serving Meatfruit as steaks and sausages, and one for truly vegetarian options; each was staffed by at least one wolf-and-fox pair. The wolves were dressed typically for foodservice workers, and the foxes wore aprons; one turned at one point and Tarkik saw that he was wearing only a diaper under the apron. The rule about what foxes were allowed to wear seemed to take into account that some jobs require certain clothes for safety; that exception probably also applied to the customs agents, which is why they could wear their ID cards on lanyards. He decided he should get a lanyard for his work ID so he wouldn’t need to bring the laptop case everywhere, but that could probably wait. As the tray Moon carried accumulated a pair of oat milk lattes in their respective sizes, plus a similarly proportional pair of grilled fish fillets and fruit salads, he started looking around in a way Tarkik recognized from other guests he’d seen visiting the company cafe. “There’s no cashier,” Tarkik assured him. “It’s an employee perk. And if it wasn’t, I’d put you on my expense account.” “Is there a limit?” Moon asked. “To the expense account? It has to be legitimate, but my mandatory chaperone definitely is.” “No, to the free food!” “Oh! I guess they’d rather you didn’t waste any,” Tarkik said. Moon returned to the fish station and asked for two more of each size on their existing plates, and the servers happily obliged. “I don’t think I can eat three,” Tarkik said as they went to the seating area, full of long tables with pairs of low chairs for wolves next to high chairs for foxes. “I’ll eat whatever you don’t,” Moon said. “It’s been a bad month. I’ve been rationing.” That certainly cast the empty pizza boxes in a bad light, since it meant they were probably older than they seemed. Tarkik suggested they take seats at the end of a long table near the kitchen, and they sat down and started eating. Moon had more to eat, so Tarkik took a moment to check the calendar app on his phone. His former manager had forwarded the rough schedule for the summit to him on his last day, but it didn’t have room names, and he had expected more detailed events to be added to his calendar by now, but they hadn’t been. He put the phone away and ate one of the fish slowly as he kept an eye out, and eventually he saw what he was looking for: a non-wolf, non-fox who seemed shocked by what was going on. In this case, it was an agouti rabbit in a pocket dress with her plate piled high with greens. “Are you here for the summit?” Tarkik asked her. “Are you?” the rabbit asked. “Because you look very, um, local.” Suddenly a fresh wave of embarrassment crashed over Tarkik—he realized he hadn’t felt any for a little while because he’d just been one diapered fox among many, and nobody had thought anything of it until this rabbit thought of him as the one fox who shouldn’t be wearing a diaper. Embarrassment requires that your ass be bare in front of someone, so to speak, and that in turn requires that they not be just as bare. “I think I look very non-local,” Tarkik said, trying to save face, “but rules are rules.” The rabbit stretched up to put her plate on the table across from Moon and Tarkik, then hopped up to one of the high chairs and sat down. Her name was Petunia, and she was from the Arborea office. Eventually they were joined by a hyena named Colin and a puma named Arturo, who was a bit big for even the wolf-sized chairs. Tarkik had achieved his goal: by finding others who were here for the same summit, he now had several someones he could follow to the summit kickoff, where he’d get the whole calendar situation sorted out. And maybe he was back to feeling embarrassed about the diaper, but he tried to relax by observing that the other attendees were at least as embarrassed to be surrounded by diaper-wearers. As with the black coffee earlier, the latte soon gave Tarkik the urge to poop, but if there was ever a good time to have Moon change his soiled diaper (and there wasn’t), it wasn’t now, since he could ill afford to lose track of Petunia and the others. He clenched it in again, and as nine o’clock approached, he was still clenching a bit as they all dismounted their various seats, dropped their trays off at the dish room, and took the elevator to the third floor. They entered a large conference room with a large table in the middle and many animals of different species leaning against the walls around it; in all there were about twenty. As the only fox in the room, and therefore the only one wearing a diaper as far as anyone and everyone could tell, the embarrassment welled up again, but Tarkik fought through it and tried to project confidence; Moon certainly couldn’t since he legitimately felt like he didn’t belong there. At the stroke of nine, a wolf and fox entered from another door. The wolf carried a tablet in addition to the diaper bag slung over his shoulder, and the fox as usual wore a diaper and nothing else. “Good morning, everyone,” the wolf said. “I’m just taking attendance here really quickly, and then we can get started.” He seemed to have photos for the expected attendees on his tablet, since he never called a name, rather looking around the room and tapping on the tablet. Eventually he said, “We seem to be missing Aput Sukkajukkut. Did anyone see a snowshoe hare at the cafe? Is he on his way?” Tarkik raised his paw, and when Moon noticed he raised one paw and pointed a finger on the other down at Tarkik. “Yes, can I help you?” the wolf asked Tarkik. “Aput left the company a week and a half ago,” Tarkik said. “I took over as manager of his team, so I’m attending in his place. Tarkik Tiqriganiannig, and my temporary wolf Moon.” The wolf and fox in charge looked at each other in concern. “I think we need to speak to just you outside,” the fox said. “Everyone else, please be patient for a moment.” The wolf and fox went to the door they had entered through and the wolf held it open, and Tarkik sidled around the other attendees toward the door with Moon close behind. After letting the fox in charge and Tarkik out, the wolf tried to close the door before Moon could follow, but Moon stopped the door from closing with his arm. “What are you doing to my wolf?” Tarkik asked as he symbolically tried to open the door to let Moon through, since physically he wasn’t strong enough to counteract the wolf. “He has a guest badge, so he definitely doesn’t belong in that room, but he’s also not part of this conversation,” the fox said. “Nobody told me the punishment for a fox becoming separated from their wolf, but since I’m a foreigner I assume it’s deportation or worse,” Tarkik said, “If it was somebody else’s fault, would they be the one to face punishment?” The wolf and fox looked at each other as Moon retrieved the temporary ID from the diaper bag and held it out for inspection. They didn’t bother to look at it; they just opened the door to let him rejoin Tarkik. “What made you think you were supposed to be here?” the fox asked Tarkik. “My former manager sent me the details of this summit on his last day, so I updated all his reservations to my name,” Tarkik replied. “I need you to understand that your continued employment at this company depends on you being discreet with this following information,” the fox said, “which is also why I think the non-employee shouldn’t be here, but because you’re a fox I suppose we don’t have a choice on that matter.” “I just finished manager training, so I understand there are things that I have to keep confidential,” Tarkik said. “Okay,” the wolf said. “This isn’t a summit for whoever happens to be the manager of certain teams, it’s for specific low-performing managers. It sounds like Aput decided to seek other opportunities instead of continuing on his Performance Improvement Plan, but that doesn’t mean you need to be here.” “Obviously that gives you some insight into the employment status of everyone else in that room which you’re not supposed to have,” the fox added. And suddenly Tarkik had his iron clad excuse for cutting this trip short and spending the next two weeks at home with his wife and daughters instead of having Moon change his diapers. His train home a week Saturday left at ten, and if that was the time the train left every day then there was even a chance he could catch that train that day and be home that evening, and he’d never have to poop the diaper he was wearing, or if he was lucky, wear one ever again. All he had to do was take two weeks of Software Engineering Manager salary out of Moon’s pocket and leave him alone again. At least he got a meal in exchange for his subway fare. He looked at Moon, whose expression didn’t betray his opinion on the matter, and came to a conclusion. “I was an individual contributor on Aput’s team before he left, so if that team was underperforming, then I was part of the problem,” he said. “And I have no managerial style of my own yet. I planned to continue the same way Aput did, so if he was low-performing, then I was about to be. I’d rather be in that room now fixing the problem before it starts then have you drag me back here in a few months with my job on the line.” The fox and wolf looked at each other and seemed to be communicating with their expressions in the way two animals who have known each other for years can do. Also a small yellow patch appeared on the front of the fox’s diaper, which didn’t seem to be related to the wordless conversation, it was just that the fox wasn’t toilet trained, like every other fox in the country. And eventually the wolf opened the door and said, “if that’s what you want.” Tarkik and Moon entered the room, and the wolf and fox followed and closed the door behind them. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
Great story, @Diaper Bearer. I've been there - not on an ATV, but I was having beers in a buddy's garage a couple of years ago, and stayed way later than I originally thought I was going to, and had more beers than I thought I would have, and I didn't have a diaper bag with me. I realized at one point that I had leaked badly, but thankfully, I was in a garage, and sitting on a metal bar stool, so there was no collateral damage. However, we were approaching the point of the evening where everyone was going to be saying their goodbyes, and standing up, and walking out of the garage, and the wetness of my lower half might have become apparent, so I "accidentally" dumped a bit of my beer on my lap, so that I could have an excuse for being wet, when I stood up. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I have some size 8 Rascals in my inventory now - I came across them at Walmart, and bought them in the interests of journalism (or so I will try to tell my wife...). Nobody in my house would fit in them, but I use them as stuffers here and there. I mostly wanted to see how they compare to the Pampers Swaddlers size 8's I have. I can't fit into either, and neither can anyone in my house, so my "road test" remarks are only from the perspective of how they behave as backup to another diaper. Size-wise, they are a tiny bit wider than the size 8 Pampers, but don't have as much stretch, so I'd say they are maybe a tad more limited - hard to say. I have no size 7's to compare them to, but in my experience with the Pampers, the difference between a size 7 and a size 8 is invisible to the naked eye, and to the scale. They have a green print on them that is "fine" - it's a design. I like the Pampers better, but at least some of the kids wearing a diaper this size, will appreciate that the print doesn't scream "toddler". I'd say that they have a very Pampers-like performance envelope; I haven't confirmed it with a scale, but within the context of not containing leaks, because they are not fastened, and are being used as a booster - they did soak up a hell of a lot. Their construction is simpler than Pampers - you can tell where they save money, for example by using the cover to comprise most of the wings, reducing the parts, reinforcement and steps required. They were a fair bit cheaper, per unit. Pampers and Huggies probably remain slightly more advanced products, but for the money, if I had a kid who was burning through three or four a day, I'd consider them. Maybe I'd save the Pampers for the overnight stints. -
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