Teaser for Chapter Nine of The New Job

Sneak preview of what I'm working on, and OMG THE CUTE <3

CHAPTER NINE

Max woke slowly, the quiet sound of Corey’s television being the first thing that registered to his sleep-dulled senses. He could feel Corey breathing gently against his back, the feline’s warm, furry arm wrapped around his chest. His eyes cracked open, the morning light blinding him for a moment. “Yeeeeeerrrrrrh,” he yawned, stretching.

Suddenly, Corey’s sideways face filled his vision, the cheetah’s nose mere inches from his own. “Morning!” the cheetah chirped, grinning. “I thought you were going to sleep forever!”

Max blinked. “What time is it?” he asked.

“TV, what time is it?” Corey called, looking up.

“It’s seven twenty A.M.,” the television replied in a soothing synthetic voice.

“Seven twenty,” Corey repeated with a giggle. “A.M., in case you were wondering.”

Max stuck his tongue out at the cheetah and shifted in bed. Corey snuggled into Max’s side, resting his head on the canine’s shoulder. “Last night was f-- yeooooooohh,” Max started, before his sentence trailed off into a yawn. “Last night was fun,” he repeated with a grin.

Corey purred and placed his paw on Max’s diaper bulge. “So fun! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have a sleepover with another toddler, baby bro! Seriously, we can do that any time you-- wait… are you peeing?” Corey began laughing, giving Max’s diaper a serious squeeze. “You are!”

Max joined in the laughter. “Just trying to make sure Mr. Jennings earns his keep,” the retriever smirked. “When does he come around, anyway?”

Corey gave Max’s diaper one final squish, then sat up in the crib. “Just whenever we wake up. He listens to the baby monitors in our rooms. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t shown up yet, now that we’re up and talking.”

The baby monitor mounted on the wall next to Corey’s television lit up. “I’m actually not taking care of you boys this morning,” the deer’s voice responded. “Mr. Andrews said he would get you up and moving this morning. I’ve already emailed to let him know you kids are awake. You be very good for Mr. Andrews, and make sure you thank him for taking such good care of you!”

“We will!” Max and Corey responded in unison. “I’ve just been laying here watching cartoons while I waited for you to wake up,” Corey said to Max. “Thanks for sleeping over last night, Max, seriously. And for the sex. That was way better than a morning handy from Mr. Jennings.”

“I’ll try not to be offended,” the deer’s voice rang out from the baby monitor, carrying with it a hint of an amused smile.

Max blinked. “Wait, really? That’s, uh, part of your services, Mr. Jennings?”

Corey nodded. “Not allowed to beat yourself off, remember, it’s the rules. But Mr. Jennings gives me a quick paw every morning during changing time so I don’t literally lose my mind with horniness. He also puts a plug in if I ask,” the cheetah added matter-of-factly. “Mr. Jennings is really nice.”

Max hadn’t thought about it until now, but he couldn’t imagine his horny cheetah friend lasting more than three days without some sort of sexual stimulation. With the house rule of no masturbation in place, it was probably for the best that Mr. Jennings was willing to provide the nineteen year-old cheetah an outlet for his teenage hormones.

There was an unexpected knock at the door. “Come in!” Corey called out. The door opened and Stephen entered, dressed in a sharp graphite-colored business suit with a plum purple shirt and white tie. 

“Good morning, boys,” the wolf said, smiling. “Did you sleep okay?” He leaned forward and kissed the wagging Max through the bars of the crib, then reached into his pocket for the magnetic key fob that would unlock the gate.

“We did,” Max said. “Most fun sleepover ever! I just woke up.” When Stephen opened the crib, Max crawled out and gave his boyfriend a tight hug.

Corey scooted out of the crib right behind Max. “I’ve been up for ever,” he said. “I’ve been watching cartoons. Thank you again for letting Max sleep over last night, Mr. Andrews. We had the best time ever and I hope we can do it again soon!”

Stephen smiled down to the two shorter furs. “I’m so happy to hear that, boys. I told Mike Jennings that I’d take care of you boys this morning, because I want to take Max to breakfast and I particularly wanted to see if you babies had had fun last night. Oh, but you boys are both soaked. Corey, can you untape your diaper for me and put it in your diaper pail while I get Max out of his wet diapee?”

“Yes, Mr. Andrews,” Corey said as he reached behind himself and peeled open his diaper’s tail tape.

Stephen turned to Max and leaned forward to peel off a diaper tape, planting a kiss on the golden retriever’s cheek as he did. He repeated the action three more times, with three more kisses. Max grinned at his handsome wolf.

Once both boys were stripped, Stephen took their paws and led the naked pair out the door and down the hall to the restroom. Thankfully, he didn’t offer to help them use the potty or wipe themselves. I honestly would die, Max thought. It was bad enough when Mr. Jennings offered yesterday morning.

The big toddlers washed their paws and then Stephen led them back to Corey’s room. “Alright boys, let’s get you both ready for the day! Why don’t you hop up on your changing table so we can get you changed into a nice new diaper, Corey? Max, do you want to be my helper?”

Max grinned at the wolf, wagging again. “Sure. I need to practice so I don’t have another powder-pocalypse the next time I change myself.” He wrapped an arm around Stephen’s waist happily.

Stephen raised an eyebrow and gave Max a glance. “Dare I ask?” he wondered aloud.

Corey began giggling. “Oh, Mr. Andrews, there was just... So. Much. Powder. I think Max must have used half the bottle!”

“I did not!” Max protested, blushing. Nevertheless, he laughed. “I think the cap was just loose or something.” 

Corey laughed as well, laying back on the changing table and getting settled with a wriggle. “No really, Mr. Andrews, you should’ve seen it. I had to use a hundred baby wipes to get Max’s fur to stop being white. He looked like a ghost dog!”

Stephen chuckled and began cleaning Corey with a baby wipe. “That’s okay. Back when I very first started living in the nursery across from this one, the first time I tried to change myself I put the diaper on backwards and my dick ended up sticking out the tail hole, so I had to completely start over again. Honestly, I should’ve realized then that I’d make a better daddy than baby.” The wolf unfolded a fresh diaper as he spoke, deftly sliding it under Corey and threading the cheetah’s long, thin tail through. He added a stuffer and then began lightly sprinkling Corey’s bits with powder, while Max watched and attempted to take mental notes.

Corey’s eyes grew wide. “I didn’t know you used to live in the Cul-De-Sac, Mr. Andrews,” he said. “But you’re a daddy now? Does that mean you’re Max’s daddy?”

Both Stephen and Max froze in place, and a faint blush rose to their cheeks simultaneously. “We, ah, haven’t actually discussed that,” Stephen said, recovering first. “Though it would be dishonest for me to say that I hadn’t considered that as a possibility. Still, I’m rusty at it,” Stephen admitted as he finished taping Corey’s diaper.

“Seem to be doing fine to me, sir,” the cheetah said as he slid down from the changing table. He turned his head so only Max could see his face, and he gave the canine an impish wink.

“Do you want me to dress you as well, Corey?” Stephen asked the cheetah.

Corey shook his head and began rummaging through his clothes. “I got it, Mr. Andrews, but thank you. Go ahead and get Max changed, though I doubt either of us minds seeing him nekkie.” Corey gave Stephen a grin before turning back to his shelves.

Max rolled his eyes and hoisted himself up onto Corey’s changing table. “You’re a mess, Corey,” he said.

The cheetah blew Max a raspberry. “Told you, horny diaper-obsessed kitty. You were warned.”

Stephen smiled and gently laid Max back, then picked out one of Corey’s diapers for him to wear.