In the Hot Seat
Added 2021-04-22 21:56:11 +0000 UTCContinuing from Arriving at Work Jonathan is getting into a normal day at his job at RegressCo, answering emails and chatting to colleagues⌠before heâs rather rudely interrupted.
In the Hot Seat
Jonathan grimaced as he looked at the third email of the day. Another complaint about changes to payroll, the grammar mixed up and spelling distinctly phonetic rather than correct. Newly regressed members of staff were paid the same way as adult members of staff but there were a variety of different things that went into place the moment such a thing occurred that prevented things like identity fraud and accidental misuse of funds, whether by themselves or their spouses. This left Jonathan to deal with the annoyance that came from a now two year old IT engineer whose mother had bought a rather excessive number of diapers with his pay check. Every regressed employee had a dedicated guardian who could do the initial transition if needed to their new lifestyle requirements, taking money out of their next pay check⌠and not all of them had the restraint of his wife.
âTough start?â
Jonathan looked towards the entrance to his cubicle. The form of a small cheetah dressed in a similar outfit to his own was taking up the space between the white partitions.
âHey Paul. Yeah not great. How about yourself?â
The cheetah coughed and shifted in place âSame. Dealing with what Jack did a few weeks ago with one of the HR laptops. Weâre still working out what the hell needs correcting in some cases.â
Jonathan chuckled âHis email is the one Iâm reading. Apparently his mother loves to dote on himâ
âHah!â Paul guffawed âI met her when she came in to collect him after he regressed. Kid was a mess. Never seen someone suck their thumb so hardâŚâ
âI mean, weâve all been there rightâ Jonathan mumbled âItâs not easy to adjust the first timeâ
âYou get used to itâ Paul pulled at his pants âThough this time has been weird. I was potty training, I know I was, but god forbid thereâs any record of it anywhere. Instead I just⌠unnnfffâ
Jonathan looked away, trying his best to give the cheetah some privacy. He knew what was happening, he also knew that it was inevitable it would happen to him at some point today. But he had enough empathy to know Paul probably didnât need him watching the act.
âUrghh... â Paul grimaced âFantastic, I just got changed by Mary too.â he loosened his belt by a notch âSorry, didnât mean toâŚâ
âItâs alright, not like you can help it.â Jonathan immediately regretted the off-hand remark as he saw a blush strike up on the cheetahs face. He couldnât remember Paul ever starting potty training, but it was clear he wasnât used to having an accident quite so quickly.
âYeah⌠yeah I suppose.â his tail curled between his legs âIâll er⌠Iâll leave you to it. Probably best if I see the nurseâ
Jonathan nodded as the cheetah moved away, a distinct waddle to his stride as he headed in the direction of the bathrooms and nurses office. Looking back to his desk he sighed as he sent off a very corporate reply to Jack's email. Whether the tech would still be able to read it was another question. Leaning back into his chair as he hit the enter key the fennec picked up one of the many fidget toys on the desk. RegressCo encouraged all itâs employees, regardless of age, to take screen breaks with small puzzle toys and Jonathan couldnât help but smile as he tapped away at the various ball bearings and clicking elements.
DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING
Jonathan shot up his chair, sending the toy spiralling across the desktop. The noise of the fire alarm blared around, immediately generating a sense of anxiety that permeated the whole office. The initial question of whether it was a test was still working its way through his mind and those of his colleagues, all of the ones that stood up looking for other reactions to determine whether or not to leave.
As it continued for a few more seconds he noticed the high-vis jackets of designated fire stewards starting to patrol the corridor. This wasnât a test, it was either a proper emergency or a drill.
âEveryone to designated assembly points! Guardians and nurses pick up your personal fire wards!â
Jonathan quickly pulled himself off his chair and grabbed his suit jacket, jogging out of the cubicle and joining the slowly forming queue of furs that were heading towards the exit. Adult furs were heading towards the break room at the back and leaving with regressed staff members on their arms, a couple of them visibly in tears. Sometimes shocks pushed even some of the more emotionally immature into the comfort of childish responses.
âJonny! Come on honey, letâs get going!â
Jonathan looked behind him to see Evelyn, her bouncing kangaroo from jumping down the corridor towards him at speed.
âIâm fine Evelyn, I donât need help getting toâŚâ
âHave you seen Paul? Iâve got to get him in my pouch!â
âErrrâŚâ Jonathan stuttered âHe needed a change a few minutes ago. One of the nurses mightâŚâ
âOh goodness me!â Evelyn bounced past him âThank you dearie! Iâll give you an extra cookie later! Now get down there!â
Jonathan had to shake himself back into shape as he joined a slowly moving queue of people heading down the corridor. He was probably the smallest person there, most of those smaller were being held in the arms of guardians, some happily suckling on pacifiers, bottles or their own thumbs and others pouting in indignation at having to follow this procedure. As he got towards the end of the corridor, he absent-mindedly looked into Kirk's cubicle.
The racoon was still on his laptop, hunched over the screen with his head blocking the view of the screen. He was clicking and typing away frantically, seemingly desperate to get something done before he had to leave the building.
âCome on slowpoke, itâs not a test!â Jonathan smirked a little as the racoon's hair stood on end and he stopped what heâd been doing. With a quick motion he shut the lid of the laptop and grabbed it, putting it under his arm and getting out of his chair.
âWeâre not supposed to takeâŚâ
âI need to finish something up, Iâll use the wi-fi.â Kirk started to walk past Jonathan, barely giving him a glance âMeet ya downstairs squirt, donât wet yourself again.â
Jonathan pouted, his fists balling up into a fist by instinct as he followed the racoon down the stairs. Thinking better of responding he trudged his way through the mingling crowds and down the staircase. It was a long winding way down the many floors of the building, with none of elevators usable and his legs substantially shorter than heâd like them to be. The waddle his diaper was giving him was also becoming troublesome, the tapes on the side feeling like they were stretching and pulling at his waist with nearly every floor. Had Izzy just done them up too tight?
By the time he reached the bottom he was acutely aware that most of the other staff members had walked past him already, his little body unable to keep up with them. A few were still going slowly, either because they had regreesees they were carefully carrying or were themselves toddling towards the bottom of the staircase. He adjusted his belt and shirt and made his way outside.
The assembly point was already a hub of activity. At this point most of the staff were now all on their feet, regressed colleagues having been allowed to leave the safety of the arms of their guardians. Jonathan noticed Paul and Evelyn had already arrived down here, with the kangaroo seemingly berating the cheetah, who was missing his suit pants.
âOh Paul! I was so worried baby! You know you should come to me when we have an emergency!â
âI donât need it! Iâm not a baby!â he was pouting, his arms by his sides and his hands balled up as he shouted back.
âItâs alright Paul, she was just worried about youâ Jonathan interceded. Evelyn was a bit overbearing but she was in the right here.
âI know you wanted your Teddies changed Pauly but I can do that here with whatâs in my pouch ifâŚâ
âNO!â the cheetah's face flushed, his hands going to the front of his diaper. Jonathan could clearly see the droop that was evidence of heavy use, his nose instinctually curling up.
âMaybe itâs a good idea Paul, we might not get back in forâŚâ
âNO! I DONâT WANNA!â the cheetah at this point was visibly tearing up. Apparently this was a sore spot at the moment.
Evelyn was having none of it however. Within a few seconds of the cheetahs tantrum beginning she whipped out a pacifier in her pocket and slipped it into the cheetahs mouth.
âSsshhh, come on Pauly, Iâll get you all cleaned up. You donât need a change do you Johnny?â
He blushed âNo, Evelyn Iâm fine, thank youâ he tried to keep himself professional in the face of her going into full grandmother mode. She was virtually unstoppable at that point, as Paul was finding out. He was starting to bawl as the kangaroo bounced away with him on her arm, her other hand heading into her pouch to find some supplies.
As he looked around he noticed he couldnât see Izzy yet. There were still people coming out of the building but that little knot of concern built in his stomach. The assembly point was just outside the monorail station, the plaza full of furs of all shapes and sizes, making it hard to work out if she was in amongst the throng.
He could feel goose bumps starting to form on his arms, the short fur sticking up as he started breathing exercises. Like with the cognitive exercises on the train, keeping himself feeling safe on his own allowed him a measure of control over his own mind. He knew this feeling was the natural worries meeting a level of immature instincts that wanted to override his adult experiences, each little thought trying to chip away. Sometimes they got the better of him, too many times heâd woken up from a nightmare with nothing but a desperate desire for Izzy to take him out of the travel cot and into her arms.
A slow build of these emotions was normally something he could manage. Seeing Paul collapse into a state of infantile weeping reinforced the resistance and barriers he was raising. That was exactly what he didnât want to do, however naturally it might be trying to come to the fore. Izzy wasnât here yet, but she would be, he told himself.
âJohnny!â
The fennecs ears immediately perked up to full height as he heard his wife's voice come in over the din of the crowd. She was just leaving the front of the building, carrying a very small bear in her arms, a bright pink pacifier firmly in their maw.
In a blur he was jogging towards her, all concerns about his mental state vanishing as the primal desire to be close to her kicked in. As she allowed her cubby colleague to leave her arms, Jonathan slammed into her leg.
âWhoa! Hey Iâm here baby, Iâm here!â
Jonathan felt himself get a rush as he clasped onto her. It was like all of anxieties and fears washed away in a near instant. A sense of vertigo hit as she lifted him onto her arm, taking him back to the assembly point.
Each little bounce on the way started to bring Jonathan back to his senses. As calm settled back into his mind the realisation of what was happening kicked his adult thoughts back into gear.
âI⌠Iâm ok Izzy.â he stuttered out âCan you put me down now?â
âYou sure baby? I donât mind if you want Mommy toâŚâ
He nodded, blushing intensely as Izzy smiled at him.
âOkey dokey, youâre feeling a bit heavier any⌠Whoa!â as she put him down, she crouched down to his height and took a look over him âYouâre getting bigger!â
Jonathan looked down at himself, pieces starting to click into place. The way his diaper felt tighter, his shirt and belt needing adjusting⌠he was growing back up!
âIzzy this is great! The regression is reversing!â he positively beamed at her, bouncing on his feet.
âI was just getting used to you being my little guy tooâŚâ Izzy gave his cheeks a little pinch.
The mood almost instantly changed. A distinct pout appeared on Jonathan's face âWell, Iâm not gonna be for much longer Izzy.â he undid a few buttons on his shirt, allowing it to settle into a more comfortable position âNo more diapers, no more stupid bottlesâŚâ
âI think you might still need the diapersâŚâ Izzy took the opportunity to pull the back of his pants âOh, still dryâ
Jonathan's face went from mildly annoyed to curling in anger âIzzy stop!â he whirled around and looked up âIâm not a baby! I was never a baby!â
Izzy just sighed, standing back up and giving him a sceptical look âSure, I guess all those diapers I changed over the last few months were someone elseâs Jonny.â
The two of them stared at each other for a good few seconds before their faces loosened and the two breathed out. Jonathan looked away first, loosening his belt again as he felt the pants tighten.
âSorryâ he looked back at the building, noticing some fire trucks pulling up outside âI justâŚâ
âIâm sorry tooâ Izzy responded âYouâre not a baby, you're my husband.â she put her hand on his shoulder âAnd I love you very much.â
Jonathan looked back up at her and smiled. He knew deep down that everything Izzy had done over the last few months was more than he should ever expect. Some partners just werenât cut out to be mothers or fathers to regressees. Heâd got lucky in many respects.
âI love you tooâ
The two waited for the all clear, occasionally exchanging pleasantries with other staff members. Those in Jonathan's department noted his small growth spurt, giving him congratulations on getting out of the worst of it. Regressed colleagues struggled to keep their envy in check at times but he understood that first hand, not that it kept him from grinning widely at every snarky compliment.
âAll right everyone! You can head back inside now. Make sure youâve got your wards, the elevators are back up and running!â
Jonathan took Izzyâs hand, the possum squeezing back as they walked back into the lobby. Most of their colleagues were waiting by the elevators already, some heading up the stairs rather than having the patience to stay. Kirk was at the back of the line for one of the elevators, a small rabbit pouting at him on his right arm, his laptop under the other.
â... next time Iâm just getting down here. What the hell tookâŚâ
âLanguage Timmy, or Iâll just ask for a pacifierâ Kirk wasnât even looking back at him, his mind clearly elsewhere as the queue moved forwards.
âYou two alright?â Izzy asked, looking at Timmy who had crossed his arms in response to Kirks rebuttal.
âThis poopy head didnât come and collect me! I was waiting for him for ten minutes! I couldâve burned alive!â his arms shot into the air dramatically.
Izzy giggled âOh Kirk! Youâll never be a Daddy if you canât take care of little ones at work!â she wiggled Timmy's nose, the bunny reacting with an unintentional giggle that resulted in a small blush.
âTschâ the raccoon adjusted Timmy on his arm âHe made a fuss when I arrived, otherwise weâd have been out a lot fasterâ
âMaybe donât work through an alarm then?â Jonathan's response brought Kirks head round, his eyebrows narrowing at the fennec.
âIt was a single email kid, donât get your diaper in a twistâ
âHeâs got bigger today!â Izzy chimed in âPretty sure heâll be out of those in no time!â
Kirk just looked back towards the elevator âIâll make sure to order fewer air freshenersâ
Izzy and Jonathan looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. Clearly Kirk was in no mood for a chat. Eventually the elevator arrived and they huddled into the small space, as it went from floor to floor dropping off frustrated staff members of the various companies situated in the tower. When it reached Jonathan's office the small group that left all looked at each other and sighed.
âWell, at least it turned out to be nothing. Wonder if someone smoked in the bathroom or something?â Timmy said as Kirk put him back on the ground. The racoon immediately started heading back to his cubicle, leaving the three of them to walk at the bunnies slow hopping speed. Jonathan was too distracted by his now very tight pair of suit pants to respond, his belt now as loose as it could go. It almost felt like...
POP!
âOhâŚâ he stopped, Izzy turning to look at him
âWhatâs the matter Johnny?â
âErrr⌠my diaper tapes just poppedâ
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Thirty minutes later the pair were back in Johnny's cubicle. A short emergency visit to the nurses office had followed, heâd been doted on and congratulated for a while before eventually getting a spare set of clothes to change into. His diaper had been pulled out of his suit pants, but heâd asked to change in his own space.
But most importantly, he wasnât going back with a new diaper. He was going back with a pair of training pants!
âSure you donât want a hand?â Izzy asked. Jonathan barely paid attention, grabbing them from her arms and pulling them straight up his legs.
âWowâŚâ he grinned âThis feels way too goodâ
Izzy ruffled his head fur âYouâre definitely gonna be ok?â
Jonathan lightly batted her paw away and blushed âIâll be fine Izzyâ
She smiled âIâll be coming to pick you up for lunch. Youâre still getting that bottle, Iâm not wasting it!â
Jonathan pouted âFiiiiine. But I still get ice cream later right?!â
Izzy giggled âOf course! Anything for my big boy!â
Blushing again at the doting Jonathan chose to turn round and get back onto his chair âI should get back to work. Love you!â
âLove you too Johnny⌠oh! Hereâs your pottyâ she held out the small blue object âIâll put it under your desk.â
âMooooom!â he didnât even try to stop it. That was full embarrassment coming to the fore and he couldnât have if he tried.