Mercifully, thought Kazard, the dumb hunk had then turned around and strode away from him, probably to find somebody else to bother, and left the poor fox to his work and a now very soaked diaper. One that he realized he was stuck in until his work ended. Looking up at the clock that hung near him, that would not be for another six hours. It was going to be a very long day.
The rest of the day did not go up from there. After Aaron had sauntered away, Kazard had found concentrating on his work difficult with the warm, slightly squishy presence of his soaked diapers pressing against him.
It felt odd and unfamiliar to be sitting in one’s own wet diapers after not needing them since… well… infancy.