Published: November 10th 2020, 5:20:45 am
"A-are you sure this is part of the new uniform?" The short, chubby dobermann looked up at his bulldog foreman and with his ears drooping. He held up a thick plastic diaper in his hand.
"Yup. It's required protective gear for all the movers and shakers on site. You can add crinkler to your job description."
"Aw, geez, well okay. But is there at least a place where I can put it on in private?"
The bulldog boss closed the door to the portable office.
"That private enough for you?"
"N-not really. I can see everyone on site right through the window... and you're still here."
"Stop your yappin and put the damn thing on." barked the bulldog. "I need see whether you know how to properly put on your safety gear."
He looked at the shorter canine with a barely concealed grin as the dog began to undress in front of him.
"Don't be shy now. Hurry it up. I haven't got all day! If you take too long I'm going to open the door again and take meetings while you finish."
That got the dobermann moving.
"No no no, not like that!" said the bigger dog, when the dobermann unfolded the diaper and put it on backwards. The poor confused dog was still looking for the tapes when the bigger guy snatched the diaper from him and pointed to his desk.
"Up on the desk, kid. I'll show you how it's done!"
The younger dog quickly obeyed and with a little push on the bum from his superior, he was able to follow his stubby arms onto the desk.
"Lay back. There ya go. Now pay attention, because you're going to be coming here for all your diapers until you can show me you know how to do it yourself."
The dobermann looked down at his stubby arms. He was barely able to pull up his own pants on some days, much less put on a diaper. He sighed in resignation to the idea of coming back to Mr. Ruff's office for regular diaperings.
"There ya go, all done!"
"Wait, you finished already? But... I missed it!"
"Too bad, kid. Let that be a lesson to you! You can come back at the end of the day to have it taken off. And don't even think about taking it off yourself. I'll know if you have!"
"But- but-... but what if I have to go to the bath-"
"No time for talking, kid, I got a site to oversee! Off ya go!"
The boss dog pushed the poor mutt out the door with his clothes in his arms, and the poor pup had to scramble to dress himself to the hoots and catcalls of his fellow construction workers.
He was so embarrassed he made a little yellow spot in the front of his diapers.
"No! Not already!" he cried, looking down in horror at the wet spot that appeared just before he was able to get his pants up over his hips.
"Hey guys! I think he peed himself! Maybe he really needs the diapers!"
"That's piddly pete for ya!"
"Ha! Piddly pete!"
The name made its way around the yard and Pete the dobermann knew it would stick. He was barely able to concentrate as he waddled back toward the group he was working with. His face was burning with humiliation.
"Let's move this beam now, there we go. Easy does it."
Pete waited patiently as his group leader finished directing the next task. Soon enough, the tall and elegant looking pointer turned to look back at him.
"You ready to work?"
Pete nodded.
"Good, dog. Why don't you help those two over there." He pointed to some guys unloading construction materials from a truck.
Pete smiled and wagged. Harry was a nice guy. He never seemed to say a mean thing to Pete, even in jest, and he was motivated to work hard today to show he belonged there.
Zed the Zebra and Gary the Giraffe nodded to the dog as he went to join them. Nobody dared to goof off under Harry's watch, so Pete was saved the humiliation of any more teasing for the time being. Then, just before lunch, disaster struck.
Pete was carrying an armful of PVC pipes which were blocking his view of the ground and he unknowingly stepped on a pile of slippery gravel. Before he knew it he was on his butt and crying out in pain while PVC pipes flew every which way.
Several workers rushed toward him, Harry chief among them.
"Are you okay, pup? Hey, give the guy some space!"
Pete whimpered and rubbed his backside.
"I-I think so... I think that new safety equipment protected me."
"What safety equipment?" asked Harry, cocking his head.
"You know.... the...." Pete lowered his voice to a whisper "the diapers."
Harry's eyes went wide in surprise. His eyes darted to the chubby little dog's pants, and back to his face.
"You're wearing... Oh... I didn't know you needed..."
"I-I don't... I mean..." Pete blushed under his fur and looked down. "I mean they aren't my normal undewear. It's just for... uh... wait, you mean everyone doesn't have to wear these at work?"
"Uh... no. Uh... but... I think you might need a change right now. It's, uh, lunchtime anyway, so..." Harry stumbled his way through the awkward conversation, giving Pete ample time to realize two things: First, he had been tricked by Mr. Ruff, and second, he had wet himself substantially as a result of his fall. Indeed, as he sniffed the air and felt the soggy pressing warmth between his legs, he felt both anger and relief - after all, if he hadn't been wearing the diaper, everyone would have seen his wet pants.
"Lunch time, everyone!" called Harry, as the lunch whistle blew. Everyone dropped what they were doing and went to get their various lunches.
"Hey, don't worry about it, bud," said Harry, patting Pete on the arm. "It happens. You go take care of yourself and when you're done you can come and have lunch with me, okay bud?"
The dobermann just nodded and sniffled. He picked himself up, wincing, but thankfully intact.
Minutes later, he burst in to the foreman's office.
"You tricked me!" he said, pointing an accusing finger.
"Hey, it's just a regular workplace prank." The bulldog cracked a smile. "So sue me. Every new worker here gets one."
"Yeah, well, thanks to you I'm going to be called piddly Pete the rest of my time here!"
"Hey, at least you don't have to wear any more right? Uh... hold on. What's that smell?" Mr. Ruff gave a couple sniffs, then his eyes zeroed in on pete's very puffy pants. "Or maybe I spoke to soon."
"Hey, wait a sec-"
"Pants down. Now." said the bulldog in an assertive tone.
"Yes sir." said pete, pulling down his pants without a second thought. His yellowed diapers were on full display.
The bulldog broke into a big grin as he walked close to the newbie. He reached a paw out and hefted the piss soaked bulge in front.
"You did quite a number on these didnt ya? It's a good thing I had to get a whole pack. You're gonna be wearing these every day until you prove you can stay dry without 'em. After all, we don't wanna have any accidents on site, do we?"
Pete gulped and shook his head.
"Good boy. Up on the desk."