GIVING NOTICE - Chapter Four (in-progress sneak preview!)

CHAPTER FOUR

The rest of Max’s week passed quickly; the restoration of the library was going well and the team was making excellent progress, despite Mr. Warren’s ongoing pessimism. Fortunately, Max hadn’t had to interact with Marcus much at all. Mr. Warren had mostly kept Max assigned to the front desk to work independently, except a few times when he had been teamed up with Seventeen to help with clearing shelves.

And Max’s relationship with Stephen was going really well. The two spent nearly every evening together, further getting to know each other and enjoying each other’s company immensely. Max was falling harder and harder for his handsome wolf Daddy with each passing day.

Max was truly happier than he’d ever been in his life. He had a group of friends he could be himself with, a wonderful Daddy who took excellent care of his little needs, an amazing boyfriend who more than satisfied Max’s more adult needs… Everything was going perfectly, for the first time in his life.

Why then did he always feel a persistent, low-level background anxiety? No matter how great he felt moment-to-moment, there was always a lingering, unspecific knot in his stomach. Was it just that he wasn’t used to having so many things going right in his life? Was he just waiting for the metaphorical other shoe to drop?

Max thought about this feeling often, especially when he was locked in his crib at night and left alone in the darkness with his thoughts. Maybe he just felt that he wasn’t deserving of so much happiness? He tried to remind himself that he’d earned his place here in StartAgain Manor, working as hard as he could at his job and actively trying to get comfortable with all these recent, unexpected changes in his life.

Max yawned and stretched and felt under the blankets for his teddy bear Bailey, hugging his plush friend close. The sun was only just beginning to cast its first rays into his nursery. It was Saturday, and Max was looking forward to a break from the work going on in the library. He’d made plans with Corey, Stephen and Seventeen to spend some time at the pool in the afternoon, but his morning was free and he hoped to explore the mansion a bit once Mr. Jennings came along to let him out of his crib and get him changed into a dry diaper and his outfit for the day.

Max pawed the front of his diaper gently, enjoying the soft crinkle and satisfying squish of the swollen padding. Waking up in a diaper was quickly becoming one of Max’s favorite things in the world, and he rubbed his stiff morning erection with true joy, not hard enough to get in trouble for masturbating but enough to enjoy the sensation.

Eventually, Mr. Jennings knocked at his door, then let himself in. “Good morning kiddo!” the deer said cheerfully. “How did you sleep last night, pup?”

Max grinned. “Not bad, Mr. Jennings, and you?” Max kicked out from under the brightly colored Power Pup comforter.

“I slept great, thank you for asking,” Mr. Jennings answered as he pulled the magnetic key to Max’s crib from one of the pockets of the shiny silver puffy vest he was wearing over his bare chest.

“And how is Chris doing?” Max asked after the deer’s skunk boyfriend. Max hadn’t met Chris yet, but Mr. Jennings spoke of him often.

“Not bad, though I miss him something terrible,” Mr. Jennings replied as he helped Max out of his crib and onto the changing table. The deer began attaching the soft, fuzzy wrist restraints to Max’s wrists, securing him to the table. Max really liked that part of the morning changing ritual, and he felt himself stiffening a bit in his diaper again. “He’s visiting his family in Maine right now for a couple of weeks. I thought about going with him, but I don’t think his mom likes me very much. Still, he and I have been texting every day so at least there’s that.”

“Hopefully he’ll be home soon!” Max said, squirming a bit as Mr. Jennings untaped his diaper, revealing his half-erect member.

“I hope so too, sport,” Mr. Jennings sighed wistfully. “And what’s going on with your little man there? He looks like he needs attention this morning,” the deer smirked, gesturing to Max’s cock.

“Uh… yes please,” Max replied somewhat bashfully. Due to the house’s rule of no masturbation, one of the services Mr. Jennings offered to the cubs under his care was a friendly morning handjob. Max had only taken him up on the offer once before, but the experience had been very relaxing and enjoyable.

“No problem, little guy,” Mr. Jennings said cheerfully. He pulled a clear latex glove from his supply bag and worked it on over his hand, then he pumped a generous amount of baby lotion into the palm of the glove. “You just lie back and relax, kiddo, Mr. Jennings will get that taken care of.”

Max shivered a bit as the deer began slowly but firmly tugging at his cock, the baby lotion covering his hardness like sweet-smelling lube. “Tell me,” Mr. Jennings asked as he worked, “do you have any plans for the weekend?”

Max sighed. “Me and Stephen and Seventeen and Corey are all going to go to the pool this afternoon,” he replied. “And tomorrow night, Stephen is taking me in town for an actual date. Otherwi-- ahhhhh… otherwise, nothing particular.” The feeling of the slick glove sliding up and down Max’s shaft was heavenly.

“Oh, won’t that be fun! I might make my way down to the pool as well then,” the deer said. “I’ve been utterly bored since Chris went out of town. I’ve been trying to study as much as I can for my chemistry final next week, but at this point I either know it or I don’t, and I don’t think spending any more time staring at it is going to do much good.”

“I’m sure y-you’d be more than welcome,” Max stammered distractedly, trying his best to split his attention between the conversation and the sensations coming from his cock sliding in and out of the slick glove. It wasn’t going to take much longer.

“I’ll be sure to get you a swim diaper for later then,” Mr. Jennings said playfully. “We don’t want to have an accident in the pool. You know they put that stuff in the water to make it change color when you pee, right?”

“Wait, really?” Max asked incredulously, his breath coming short and fast. “I th-thought that was an urban l-l-legend.”

Mr. Jennings’s eyes gleamed playfully. “Well, best not to test that theory, anyway. You might end up terribly embarrassed.” He continued stroking as he spoke.

Max unconsciously tugged at his restraints, moaning slightly under his breath. He arched his back and shuddered as he began spurting cum into Mr. Jennings’s glove. The deer kept tugging at the head of Max’s cock until the last drops of warm, sticky fluid leaked from his body. He panted and closed his eyes as Mr. Jennings swiftly began attacking Max with baby wipes.

A few minutes later, Max’s breath had slowed and he was in a fresh, thick, brightly-colored diaper that Mr. Jennings had taped snugly. The deer leaned forward and kissed Max’s forehead, then released the restraints and helped him sit up.

After choosing an outfit for Max and getting him dressed, Mr. Jennings gave him another forehead kiss and packed his supplies back in his bag. “Maybe I’ll see you at the pool later,” the deer said happily. “Otherwise, be a very good boy today and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I will. Thank you, Mr. Jennings,” Max said as the deer departed. Nobody in the mansion had the power to make Max feel as small as Mr. Jennings. Not Corey, not even Max’s Daddy. Max was convinced that the deer had some kind of magical powers.

Max made his way down to the dining hall, greeting everyone he passed in the halls with a smile or a nod. Max had stopped feeling self-conscious over the very toddler-ish clothes he wore each day, or the obvious outline of his thick diapers. Everyone had been so completely accepting of Max and his kinks that it was beginning to feel almost normal to be walking around dressed like a baby.

Max reached the dining hall and was quickly secured into his high chair. He decided on cereal and toast for breakfast, and after he’d finished his big bowl of Sugar Crunch, he was released from his highchair and wished a good day by his server.

Now then… what do I want to do this morning? Max thought, standing at the entrance to the dining hall. He looked up at the colorful navigation lines on the ceiling, then shrugged. I guess I’ll just pick a direction and walk, see what I can see.

Max arrived at the Manor’s impressive entry with its grand staircase. Max eyed an impressive double-door. A bright red-and-white sign above the door read “MEDICAL SERVICES”. I haven’t been there before. Time to explore!

Max passed through the doors and into a long, stark white corridor lined with doors. At the end, the corridor opened out into a professional-looking waiting area. A handsome, short-maned lion in scrubs was seated at a half-circle desk in the center of the room. He smiled up at Max.

“Good morning,” the lion said. “Can I help you?”

Max blushed a bit. “Oh, uh… sorry, I’m just having a look around the mansion. I’ve never been to the medical wing before, I just wanted to take a look. If that’s okay, I mean,” Max said nervously.

“Oh, of course,” the lion said, rising. He gestured to a pair of swinging doors behind him. “To the left are the exam rooms and the doctors’ offices. We have two doctors on staff, Dr. Wellington and Dr. Fincher. To the right is the medical theater and the entrance to the gardens. I’m afraid you can’t go through the left door without an appointment, but you’re welcome to take a walk through the gardens. The theater is in use right now, so you might even get to see a show.”

A show? Max thought. “Um, okay. Thank you very much,” he said to the lion. He walked through the door on the right and into a short, brightly lit hallway. At the end of the hall was a heavy, intimidating looking metal door with a lighted sign above it that read “IN USE”. Closer to Max on his right was a pair of glass doors that opened out to an impressively large outdoor courtyard. Max shrugged to himself and stepped through the doors, the bright sun greeting him and immediately warming his fur.

The courtyard was surrounded on all four sides by walls. It was paved in cobblestones and lined with immaculately manicured low hedges and brightly blooming plants. There were several black iron tables in the center of the courtyard. At one of the tables sat a white bear wearing only black leather shorts, the contrast against his gleaming fur striking. Across from the bear sat a naked black bat whose only apparel was a thick collar and a pair of very dark sunglasses. The pair were sipping coffee from disposable cups and talking animatedly, slowing only to offer a congenial nod in Max’s direction before taking their conversation back up again. Max noted that a long leash connected to the bat’s collar was attached to a belt loop on the bear’s shorts.

At the back of the large courtyard was a graveled path that led into the gardens proper, the path looping and whirling through stone-lined beds filled with trees and bright flowers of every description. Max could even hear the low humming of bumblebees.

The whole image was picturesque and serene… until Max happened to glance to his immediate left. His eyes grew large and he couldn’t help but stare. Max was standing next to a floor-to-ceiling plexiglass window, but it was what was on the other side of the window that was bewildering the canine.

Inside was a stark white, brightly lit room with padded white walls lined with all sorts of mysterious and intimidating-looking medical devices. At the center of the room was an exam table out of some sort of horror movie, all gleaming steel and harsh-looking restraints and devices. A squirming fox, naked but for a black blindfold and muzzle, was attached to the table by thick wrist and ankle manacles. A machine was repeatedly and insistently ramming a dildo in and out of the quivering fox’s ass, while an Australian Shepherd was standing nearby, lightly stroking the fox’s cock with one paw while he adjusted a series of dials on the fucking machine with the other.

Max could feel his eyebrows attempting to escape, and he quickly turned away from the intense scene. I guess that’s what the receptionist meant by ‘theater’, he thought, gulping. Well, no kink shaming, but that’s exactly the opposite of what I’m into. Yikes. I think I’ll explore the garden instead. Max shook himself, then quickly made his way to the path at the rear of the courtyard.

It felt so good to be outside in the warm sun and the gentle breeze. Max had only been outdoors once since he arrived at StartAgain, and the sweet scent of the blooming orchestra of flowers teased his nose invitingly.