Bring Your Kid to Work Day! (Patreon)

"Yes, Mrs. Baker, I think we're all systems go on that agreement with Monroe and his assets later t— would you be still for a second?" 

It wasn't the first wet diaper Dave Walker had changed on his office desk, but he was working with a handicap, and Brooks was clearly feeling a little more animated than usual about the process.

"Oh, not you, Mrs. Baker." The businesswolf laughed, pulling his son's newly tailored slacks down around his ankles, and removing a fresh diaper from the travel bag that had been packed for Barkdale Bring Your Kid to Work Day. "I've got Brooks in the office today, and I'm trying to get him in dry pants before our afternoon scrum." 

"I almost got all the medals Dad, chill." Brooks busily tapped on his phone, legs up in the air, oblivious as usual to the state of his diaper as his dad pulled his pants down and discussed his disinterest in potty-training with the faceless voice on the other end of the line. "I'm probably barely even wet, not like it can't wait."

"Yeah, that's him, Mrs. Baker." Dave spared a look at the heavy front of his son's diaper, then at his face, intently focused on the phone, and rolled his eyes. "... No, not yet. And not any time soon, from the looks of it."

Brooks rolled his eyes as well, not knowing at all just how much he resembled his dad in doing so, then turned his attention back to the game. Dave, a professional, was on the moment of stillness almost right away, pulling open the tapes of his son's wet diaper and raising him by the ankles to get it out from underneath him. 

"You'll get to see him in a few minutes, as long as he doesn't flood us out of the office." Dave laughed again, keeping a firm hold on Brooks' ankles as he wiped him clean and slipped a fresh diaper under his bottom; easier said than done, because closing in on a high score had the younger wolf kicking his feet in anticipation. 

"Stall for me a bit." Dave gave his orders, taping up his son's new diaper and working to pull his slacks back on over the fresh bulk. "T-minus thirty seconds, while I get this kid dressed and down the hall."