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It's not often that Maxwell would arrive at the facility during the afternoon, but Kiki was pleasantly surprised to see him. There weren't a lot of customers who stopped by during the day because of work hours. While the fox was relieved to not deal with a lot of work during the afternoon, she committed herself to several tedious hours of housekeeping. Her customers were not known for their cleanliness, but then again, neither are children.

Kiki placed a boombox on the dining room table as she cleaned around the kitchen. She listened to several smooth jazz songs on the radio. The fox pretended the tip of the long handle was a microphone, and she sang to the music that was playing. She appeared to be more lively once Maxwell arrived. The wolf walked calmly around the house, looking around for any customers. Overall, the house was very quiet, and there were no customers around. Once he checked all the rooms in the house, he returned to the dining room, where Kiki just finished sweeping. She left her broom leaning on the kitchen wall and wandered over to the dining room table to sit down and relax.

Kiki rubbed her eyeglasses on her white, v-neck t-shirt and closed her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled composedly. Maxwell pulled up a chair and sat down beside her.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves now," said Maxwell.

"You would think so, right? I have to turn over my shoulder and look around all the time. The guys that come in here are really like a bunch of kids, but I'm told that they're able to cope with everyday life because they're able to find some peace here. If they're happy, I'm happy. That reminds me, I have to prepare some invoices," Kiki muttered before transitioning to incoherent mumbling.

"It's not even -- like what -- three and you're completely exhausted. Why don't you lay down for a while? I'll take out the trash and clean you whatever you haven't cleaned up already."

"That's very sweet of you, but..." Kiki stretched her arms and yawned. "I got someone here that I have to tend to."

"Who is it?" asked Maxwell. He wiggled his eyebrows and knew the answer to his question.

"You, of course. Alright! Stand up for me and let's see if you need changing. You never tell me when you need changing, but since I got nothing else to do..." Kiki stood up from her chair. Maxwell stood and let the fox pat his waist. She didn't feel any wetness and she didn't detect any foul odor. There were no questionable lumps in the backside, and the wolf appeared to be dry. "I have to admit, Max. I was expecting you to be dirty."

"From that statement, I assume you want me to be."

Kiki unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She pulled them down enough to show Maxwell that she was wearing a wet diaper. The wolf grinned. "If you think I'm not part of all the excitement, think again," Kiki cackled. "Let me just... take these jeans off, and I'm going to whip up something in the kitchen real quick."

Kiki removed her jeans and neatly folded them on the chair she was sitting on. Maxwell thought, "Hey, why not?" and he removed his pants as well. The wolf followed Kiki into the kitchen. He looked around and marveled at the stainless steel appliances and green marble countertops. The kitchen counter wrapped around with a U-shape, facing the appliances, drawers and cabinets, which leaned up against the wall. There was plenty of walking space for four people to be in the kitchen at the same time. Kiki opened a cabinet next to the refridgerator and took out a box of oatmeal.

Maxwell found it usual. "Oatmeal?" he asked.

"Oh, you'll see. Can you turn on the front burner on the stove? I'll fetch the water."

With Maxwell's help, Kiki made a fresh batch of oatmeal, but it wasn't for eating. The wolf figured as much, but what she was about to do with it was something he didn't anticipate. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, Kiki took the bowl of oatmeal and poured a little of it down her diaper. Then she requested the wolf to help her carefully pour the outmeal down the back of her diaper, and he accepted.

"I'm guessing that oatmeal stimulates messing, right?"

"Of course. It's a lot of fun. I do this once in a while."

"Looks like it's my turn now."

The fox loaded the wolf's diaper with oatmeal. He felt the hot oatmeal ooze into his diaper, which could barely contain it all. Both of them walked around the house carefully so they didn't leave a trail of oatmeal, or as Maxwell called it, "incriminating evidence." Though he wore diapers two years before joining the Kiki Williams Center, Maxwell had never experienced wearing a diaper so full before, but he loved the feeling of it. Interestingly, having a diaper that full made him less pee-shy around Kiki, who was completely unashamed of walking around in her wet diaper.

"Hold on a sec," said Maxwell as he stopped in the corridor to the master bedroom. Standing in front of him, Kiki turned her shoulder and saw the wolf -- who was right outside the bathroom door -- bending his knees a little. He started to wet his diaper with a muffled hissing noise. Kiki spoke to him in a sensual tone as he wet his diaper like a baby. "What a good boy," she told him. Being told that he was a "good boy" served as a catalyst for him to flood his diaper even more. At that point, she teased him mercilessly. "Baby was oh so close to the bathroom." Once he finished wetting, his diaper was leaking from the leg gathers and urine was pouring down his leg. Maxwell whimpered playfully.

"Did I do good, Kiki?" Maxwell asked innocently. As he waited for an answer, Kiki seized the opportunity to capitalize on her arousal by grabbing the wolf's arm and taking him into the bedroom.