Arriving for Work

Continuing from where “Morning Routines” left off, how will Jonathan find the start of the day in the office?

Arriving for Work

“Look, it’s not my fault the changing rooms downstairs were being cleaned” Izzy took a look down at a very unhappy Jonathan and sighed “I’ll give you a hand in your cubicle when we’re upstairs, I’m sure it’ll be private enough”

Jonathan looked up at his wife and pouted “My cubicle? What if someone walks in?! I don’t want them seeing my…” he stopped just outside the elevator “You know. Diaper.”

Izzy giggled to herself, pushing the up arrow on the elevator with a dull clunk. Jonathan had hardly been a prude when he’d been an adult, but once he’d regressed, he was constantly worried about invasions of privacy. It wasn’t uncommon for regressees to get very antsy about their new bodies being exposed for all to see but she always felt like Jonathan could let loose a little.

“It’s not like anyone will care. You need a diaper change, I’ll be giving you one. I’m your wife. What’s wrong with all that?”

“The wife part” Jonathan felt his mouth open and the words come out but the regretful blush was instantaneous “I mean err…”

Izzy giggled again “You can call me Mommy if you’d prefer?” the fennecs blush intensified “You wouldn’t be the first regressee in the office to start doing it”

“Yeah well… Hopefully I’ll be back to adulthood soon” he gripped her hand a little tighter “I didn’t marry you so you could dress me every morning and… wait what do you mean “I’m not the fir…”

The elevator door opened in front of them, an empty box greeting them. A couple of other workers shuffled in around them as they moved to the back, Jonathan's head just missing the bottom of the mirror at the back.

“Don’t you want to press the button Johnny?” Izzy cooed, looking around at the other workers. They smiled knowingly and looked down at the already squirming fennec.

“Izzzzyyy….” he held her hand tighter and instinct kicked in, his little form moving behind her leg “Stop embarrassing me!”

“Oh come on, everyones waiting, just go and push the button for our floor”

Jonathan waddled over the lower set of buttons in the elevator. There were two sets of floor switches in every box, one that was at the correct height for someone who was over five foot tall and another for everyone that was… well his height. A toddler in all but technicality. A few colourful stickers had been placed on the corners, either by an enterprising kid or a regressee who was enjoying themselves a little too much.

“So err… what floors are you going to?” he asked the other staff members, a stoat and a horse, in the elevator.

“Floor twenty-five little chap” the horse responded, going back to his phone.

“Floor fifty-two kiddo… You can count that high right?” The stoat grinned at the fennec and gave him a patronising wink.

Jonathan felt a genuine feeling of anger rise in him but repressed it. His wife teasing him was one thing, some random person from another company was quite another.

“Twenty-five and fifty-two. Done.” he pressed the two buttons and then pressed the one for floor sixty. The RegressCo offices took up several floors but that was the payroll and operations floor he and Izzy worked on. He was just about to waddle his way back to his wife when a voice came through the panel

"Jonathan, you pressed sixty-two. You sure you wanted to go there? Pretty sure Francis said fifty-two"

All of the elevators in the building were connected up to a central hub, one that was supervised by several members of staff who spent their whole day looking at cameras positioned in the corner of the box. This was a necessity, a safety feature as well as an easy way for the managers of the building to keep things running smoothly in a building of this size.

“So… Sorry. Yeah, thanks Rex. Floor fifty-two and twenty-five please” he blushed and went back to Izzy, instinctually pulling close to her leg as he took her hand again. Every little mistake like that made him paranoid, but hopefully he’d just pressed a button too quickly after the stoats little tease.

“Twenty-five and fifty-two it is.” the voice came back through as the box started to move.

As the elevator started going up floors it picked up a few more staff members. Some were heading to the meeting rooms that were in the centre of the building, all bookable and easily accessible for regressees and furs of all shapes and sizes. Most of the offices had high ceilings but the meeting floors may as well have been warehouses. Even those who adulthood was never in doubt often felt like they were designed to be imposing and overly grand. But that wasn’t uncommon around Hazelbrook, everything always felt bigger than you.

As the horse left on floor twenty-five a regressee, a well dressed bear cub in a black dress and a small bow on her head, bounded into the box.

“Heya!” she squealed, waving at Jonathan and Izzy “You all going up?”

“Yes maam!” Izzy responded with a motherly smile. She’d loved interacting with regressees even before he’d been regressed, but Jonathan was convinced it had only become more natural since.

“Great! Mr Elevator, I wanna go to floor err... “ she paused, looking at her fingers for a second, pulling them up one at a time as if counting upwards.

“Emily, your meeting is on floor forty-three, I’ll put it through for you.”

“Thank you Mr. Elevator!” she shouted at the camera in the ceiling beaming as the box started to move again.

“Thank you Emily, remember to write it down next time alright?”

“I willlll!” she put her hands behind her and started to move back and forth on her toes. You wouldn’t have guessed she was any older than three, maybe four. That she’d ever been older than that. Jonathan could see she was wearing a pair of trainers under her short mini-skirt, but he tried to avert his eyes. He was a good foot shorter than the bear cub even though their regressed ages can’t have been more than a year apart. But the trainers were an indication she’d got lucky in one way, at least. When it reached her floor she waved back to the remaining occupants, Izzy waving back with a smile while Jonathan meekly waved back from her side.

“She was cute! Don’t think I’ve seen her around before!” Izzy looked down at her husband “Oh come on, stop being such a bab…”

He looked back up at her with a pout and she stopped. Both of them knew that was a bad choice of words. Francis, however, chortled a little from the side of the lift.

“That’s Emily, she works at the Teddies HQ down on floor fifteen. She’s their marketing director” he looked down at Jonathan “Makes sure everyone buys the diapers you’re wearing over store brands, basically.”

Jonathan scowled back, his face tightening “They’re the best brand on the market” he responded. It had meant to sound somewhat authoritative, but he quickly realised Francis wasn’t taking it that way.

“Judging by your waddle, I’m inclined to agree kiddo.”

“Hey, don’t…” he felt a squeeze on his hand.

“Mr… Francis, was it?” Izzy looked over towards him “If you ever need diapers yourself I’d take my husband's advice.”

The stoat scoffed, getting out his phone. Jonathan looked back up at his wife, who winked down at him and gave him a loving smile. There were always those who felt superior to regressees. Reminding them they could be in need of the same treatment at any time was, at least, a good comeback. He made a mental note to use it in the future.

Once it finally reached floor sixty, Jonathan felt Izzys grasp tighten as she pulled them to the front of the gaggle of workers. He could feel the inside of his thighs starting to chafe a little against the swollen padding, a clear sign that a change was definitely in order.

The office was already a cacophony of noise, colleagues of the couple moving around and talking about the various issues of the morning. The clacking of keyboards and clicking of mice was in full flow, the small kitchen counter in the corner of the open plan setup was surrounded by adults (they were all adults, regressees didn’t get the coffee pot or fridge privileges), all of whom looked a little tired. If there was one silver lining to his regression, Jonathan thought to himself, it was that all the “work” of getting up in the morning had gone. Izzy carried him to and from the monorail station for the sake of speed, he could relax in the highchair and wait for his breakfast to come to him… though he did still miss the coffee.

“Let’s get you to your desk, I’ve got a change in your bag ready” Izzy virtually started dragging the fennec towards his cubicle, moving through distracted colleagues as the various signs and post-boards passed him by. There were two sets both placed at different eye levels, and while Jonathan might have wanted the lower one to just be an easier to access version of the higher board, it was distinctly more childish in nature. Pinned drawings by members of regressed members of staff who had become distracted during meetings were dotted about the cork surface, pins placed in them seemingly at random to keep them hanging there. Advertisements for diaper deals and new products by various companies, including RegressCo themselves, were neatly arranged on the board, clearly placed by the more adult members of staff (or possibly regressees with a love for patterns). Posters about counselling support were poking out between the gaps of these images. Jonathan had attended a few of these sessions initially, the company provided them as standard for regressees to help them get back into work and adjust. The counsellor had been understanding but he’d found the sessions difficult. There’s only so many times you can be asked “So, how are you adjusting to using diapers” every week before you feel like just pulling off your trousers and going “How well do you think?”

Of course, right now he just wanted out of the one he was in and as he arrived at his desk with Izzy, he immediately turned to face her.

“Do you have a changing pad? I’ll lie down on the floor and…”

Before he could continue Izzy hoisted him up by his shoulders and started carrying him, holding her hand under his bottom as his head naturally went over her shoulder as she placed the changing bag on Jonathan's office chair.

“We don’t need that Johnny, I’ll change you on the desk. Just got to make sure there’s space…”

“My desk?!” Jonathan pushed himself back so he could look his wife in the eyes “Come on Izzy that’s not…”

The possum simply moved his head back over to the other shoulder “Shhh… this is a lot easier, just let me get your Teddies and stuff out of the bag and then we’ll be done in no time. Any more fussing and I’ll get your pacifier out”

Jonathan felt a whine come from his muzzle as he shifted on his wife's arm “Fiiiine. Guess there’s no arguing with you…”

“Nope, and if you did I’d just make you find someone else to do this” she moved a few files along the desk to make a small space, putting the wipes, powder and fresh diaper on top of his letter box that sat to one side. One of the regressees desperate to find an enjoyable activity had put googly eyes on it last week and he hadn’t had the inclination to take them off yet. Now they just looked like they were almost judging what was happening.

“Right, stay still sweetie and you’ll be nice and clean in no time” Izzy laid the fussing fennec down onto the desk, a little shiver going up his back as the cold surface of the pine desk made contact with his fur. She spread his legs out and let them fall down off the end of the desk as she moved to his side, undoing the poppers on his shortalls and opening them up.

“Close call this one, you really had to go on the monorail huh?” she pulled the front flap over his chest and started to untape the front “Next time I think we might need a stuffer, just to be…”

“Hey Izzy, whats… up…”

A voice from the entrance to the cubicle shook made both the pair look back towards the gap in the walls around it. Standing there was a racoon, six foot tall, well groomed and looking like a slicked up lawyer. Prior to his regression, Johnny had looked pretty similar, albeit his ears tended to break up his hairstyle a little. He at least still got to keep the suit, not every regressee was given that luxury when feeding is a little too hard to manage alone.

“Oh! Hi Kirk! I was just changing Johnny.” she barely battered an eyelid, undoing the front tapes with a couple of quick motions that left Jonathan suddenly exposed to the world.

“IZZY!” he covered his nethers quickly with his paws “Kirk! Get out!” he basically screamed, his voice breaking into a high pitch.

“Oh shush, he’s probably just here to get an update on something right” she grabbed a wipe and pushed his paws away, leaving the regreessee once again exposed “What’s up?”

The racoon smirked, seemingly unfazed by his colleagues obvious embarrassment “Well, I noticed you came in a second ago and was wondering if you’d be up for going through those R&D accounts today. You know how much they can spend in a month, thought it might be worth getting a headstart”

Izzy pulled Johnny's legs up, making sure to properly clean every little nook and cranny of his bottom as the blush on his face intensified “Pleeeeeease Kirk can’t this…” a sudden invasion into his muzzle of a small rubbery bulb made his eyes go wide.

“Johnny, what did I say? Honestly Kirk he’s been a bit of a handful today, might be a little while before I’m ready. That alright?”

Kirk leant against the cubicle wall, making himself more comfortable “Oh I can wait, I’ve got the files here and could just go through them while you finish getting Johnny sorted. You’re quite the quick hand at that huh?”

Jonathan squirmed as the final part of the wiping process was done and his soaked diaper was balled up and bagged “Issshy! Pleeash! Dish is embarrassh…”

A finger pushed against his pacifier as his wife picked up a powder bottle “Sooner you stop fussing Johnny the quicker I can get a new Teddies on you” she looked back towards Kirk “Think it’s best if I make sure Johnny is all cleaned up. I can meet you later?”

The racoon moved himself back towards the entrance to the cubicle “Sure, I’m not with anyone for lunch. We could grab a bite and chat about it over a sandwich? Been a while since we got to catch up, what with Johnny...” he looked down at his colleague “being in his current state. Gives you a chance to let off some steam with another adult ya know?”.

Izzy started to shake the powder over her husband as a thoughtful look came to her face. Jonathan was barely holding himself together. This was so obviously an attempt at flirting with his wife that any man would get a little jealous, but when you’re lying down with a pacifier in your mouth, it’s hard to sound at all authoritative.

“Sorry, I take lunch with Johnny everyday. Have him on my lap with his bottle, you know?” she motioned towards the baby bottle poking out of the changing bag.

“Well, there’s the ladies in the cafeteria who could take over for a day” Kirk responded “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having an impromptu kit to feed. They seem to melt whenever a new charge comes their way.”

“Nuh-uh!” Jonathan felt himself make the sounds before he could control himself “Isshyy…” he could feel himself pulling up in an almost fetal position as she pulled the diaper up between his legs, taping the wings to the front with practiced speed. Professional etiquette between colleagues was out the window now, he wasn’t being afforded the space of an adult so why should he act like Kirk and hold back here?

“There we go! All set Johnny!” she looked back towards Kirk “Think I’ll pass for today, my husband here is being a little needy today.” she tickled the bottom of his feet, making him instantly curl up on the desk.

“No worries, sometimes babies can be like that” Jonathan caught Kirk's smirk as he left “Catch up later you two, have a good day.”

“You too Kirk, see you in a bit”

Izzy started doing up the poppers on Jonathan's shortalls as he started to recover from that experience. A few seconds later he felt her start to rub his stomach in soothing circular motion, encouraging the consistent suckling of the pacifier that his regressed mind instinctively felt relaxed by.

“Sorry about that Johnny. But you know, things would be easier if you relaxed a bit, you know?” Izzy picked him up and lay him over her shoulder again before moving the bag off his chair and seating him down. A little ruffle to his headfur came just before the pacifier was removed from his mouth, allowing his brain to find a new focus that had been missing a few minutes prior.

“I… I didn’t like that” he shifted in his seat, getting used to the new diaper as it adjusted round his waist.

“I know. But look, how about I get you some ice cream after work to make up for it? Can’t go wrong there huh?”

He smiled at the offer, his memory triggering the sweet taste of the strawberry scoops he liked to get from the gelato near the monorail station back in the suburbs.

“Yeah… yeah ok. Sorry for being… fussy”

Izzy smiled back and started to leave the cubicle “It’s alright, I know you can’t help it. Keep yourself clean and smart alright, you only have that suit for the rest of the week remember”

He turned to face his monitor, ready to start the wonderful task of data entry for his payroll position “Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine mo… Izzy.”

As the possum left his cubicle, Jonathan felt that twinge in his gut that came everytime he was away from her. He’d learned what that meant, but he’d never openly admit to having it.

He just whispered under his breath, letting the emotions out with it.

“Thank you Mommy”