Threes Company

Chapter 2
New Arrngements

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Chapter Description: Tommy thinks over Mark and Chuck's offer, while enjoying their house music.

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Tom stared dumbly at the note even as he felt a pressure in his bladder. He squished a bit in his damp trainers. He really should get out of these and use the shower, he thought even as he relaxed and felt the material warm and expand between his legs. This time wasn’t like his accident at Chuck and Mark’s home. He was surprised to note how comfortable the wet material felt. He blushed as he realized he was rubbing the front of his shorts and that his paw was damp. He chuffed in dismay as he felt a trickle running down the inside of his leg. He was leaking.

The panda squish-waddled into the bathroom, pulling the soaked shorts and trainers off. He tossed his shirt into the hamper on top of them before turning on the shower. The warm water helped soothe some of the conflicting emotions that filled him. He shouldn’t have enjoyed being treated like a cub, nor should he have felt so happy wetting his pants. Waves of guilt flooded him only to be replaced by image of a large bunny’s face. Mark’s fatherly smile of caring and acceptance washed away Tom’s doubts and fears as he turned off the water. The panda placed the CD into the player laid back to listen to the soothing music. It seemed that his head barely touched the pillow before he slipped into a deep sleep.

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The sun is bright in the daycare playroom. Tom is working at the center and is watching cubs coloring at little tables. Someone asks him to get some cookies and punch but he can’t seem to find it. He keeps wandering about looking and looking for the treats. As he comes back into the main room, everything seems larger. An older raccoon lady comes over to him. She seemed to tower over the panda as she asks him if he needs any help. He tells her that he was looking for the snacks. She grabs his paw and leads him to the table where all the cubs were already eating. The raccoon puts him in a seat next to a husky that looks a little bigger than Tom.

Chuck is the cub next to him and he offers Tom a cookie and some punch. He is eating happily when Chuck starts to point and laugh. Tom stands up, embarrassed and confused as all the other cubs start laughing at him. That was when he realized he has wet his pants. He looks around for a bathroom, only to see the large form of Mark trundling towards him. The bunny smiles down at the panda as he lifts him into the air. "It looks like you aren’t quite ready for training pants, cub."

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Tom awoke to the buzzing of his alarm, the dream quickly fading. He growled as his paw groped for the off button. He rolled back into his warm spot with a sigh before his eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet. He couldn’t believe that he had wet the bet. He hadn’t done something like that since he was twelve. He blinked his eyes and chuffed in annoyance, only to wake up again, the alarm blaring in his ears. He groaned as he rolled up, happy to find only a small damp spot at the front of his underwear. He shook his head. He hated having false start dreams. They didn’t happen often, but every now and again he would dream about waking and doing his daily routine, only to wake up and have to do it for real. It made the day seem that much longer.

Tom’s shower didn’t do as much to wake him that morning as it normally did, and he found himself wishing he drank coffee as he toweled off. The panda shrugged to himself as he hung his towel back up. He felt a small pressure in his bladder and was a little surprised to feel a warm trickle down his leg. His eyes widened as he realized what this meant and he wobbled over to the toilet. Only a drop or two landed in the bowl. He grimaced and grabbed some wipes to clean his leg. As he was standing there, his eyes landed on the small stack of pull-up trainers that Mark had sent home with him.

What could it hurt, he thought as he grabbed one. He was blushing as he pulled it up snugly, more embarrassed to realize that he really enjoyed the sensation of its thickness between his thighs than the fact that was wearing them. The panda finished dressing quickly as he noted that he was cutting it close. He flew down the stairs and was halfway to work when he noticed a pair of disposable trainers on the seat next to him. They must have fallen from his bag last night when it tipped over from a sharp turn. He chuffed in annoyance and stuffed them into his coat pocket as he parked his truck at work. Wouldn’t do for anyone to see those, he thought.

It was with some pleasure that he realized that today was going to be one of his boss’s ’late’ days. Every other week or so she seemed to take the morning off, showing up two to three hours later. Tom was always glad for this as it gave him some time to work without much stress. The panda’s ears twitched happily as he hummed to himself, getting busy on the projects that had piled up on his desk.

He didn’t know how long he buried himself in his work, but a gentle tug on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. He blushed as he turned to see a tall raccoon. Tom had seen this sleek looking fur around the office and had always been too shy to say hello. The panda blinked when he realized he had been asked something.

"I..I’m s..sorry, what did you ask?" he stumbled, blinking up at the suited fur. The raccoon laughed good-naturedly. "Sorry to interrupt you, I can see you were really working hard. I was just wondering where Janice was. I need to check on reports she was going to get me next week."

"I...I.. don’t th..think she is in y..yet," Tom smiled timidly.

"You’re Tom, right? Well I’m Robert Townsend. Just let her know that I would like to see some preliminary data on the GSD report for a presentation this afternoon."

The panda smiled. "Sir, I can help you with th..that. I’ve been working on that report. I can print you out what I have so far..." he trailed off as he saw a frown on Robert’s face.

"That would be nice, thank you Tom. Why don’t you send them to my office, and please ask Janice to come see me anyway. There are some things I need to look into." The coon patted Tom’s shoulder reassuringly before striding off, his tail swishing purposefully.

The panda blanched as he relaxed, feeling himself release a little in his training pants. He blushed as he finished printing out the reports, rushing off to the bathroom immediately afterwards. The panda got into a stall before he was too late, glad that he had only gotten a little on the soggy side. He was very relieved that he had worn a shirt long enough to make certain there was no chance of the very cubbish pants showing.

He squished back to his desk, blushing in pleasure as he got back to work. It was almost lunch before his boss made her appearance. The vixen seemed very pleased with herself, her nose in the air as she strode down past Tom. She sneered at the panda as she dropped her coat and bag off at her desk. Tom was hesitant to get her attention, though. He decided to put a post it note on her screen before heading out to lunch.

The panda was halfway to the elevator when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw that it was Chuck. He answered it quickly, standing just outside of the elevators. "H..hello?"

"Heya panda," Tom grinned at the happy tone to the husky’s voice. "Wanna do lunch today? I know papa said you shouldn’t call till Sunday, but he didn’t say I couldn’t call you." Chuck giggled happily. Tom grinned at the sound of his happy canine friend.

"I was j..just about t..to go to lunch. Do you wanna meet somew..where?" Today was turning out pretty good after all, Tom thought. He pressed the elevator button.

"How about Ethan’s? They aren’t too far and I haven’t been there in a while."

"Sounds good Chuck, I’ll meet you there," he hung up just as the elevator doors opened. He hummed to himself as he made his way to the restaurant. He was unaware that his normal shyness had been replaced by smiles and nods to complete strangers. He paused as he approached the restaurant front, taking in the faded awning and antique décor. He briefly wondered why his friend had picked this place before he headed inside.

The inside was a bit smaller than the panda had guessed; taking up less than half of what he estimated was the buildings length. He sipped on some water as he waited for Chuck, his dulled claws absently tapping at the table top. He leaned back in the padded booth and closed his eyes for a few minutes.

He cracked his eyes as the door jingled open, his lunch partner sliding through the opening. Chuck smiled at him as he strode over, cocking his head to the side as he asked, "What’cha doin out here panda? We’re eating in the back."

"Th..the back? I didn’t.." he stumbled as he stood. The husky reached a paw out to steady him, his tail wagging excitedly.

"I know you didn’t. I was just teasing. I hope you like it here," he winked at Tom as he lead the way into the back area. Tom smiled at the elderly feline who had seated him earlier and received a very friendly and somewhat knowing nod in return.

The panda was a little taken aback as he rounded the corner and got a full look of the area. Natural light illuminated most of the space from a transparent ceiling. There was even a tree growing to the left side of the space. Next to the tree was a seesaw, swing set, and sand box. The right side of the room had more of an ’indoor’ feel with tables, toys, and brightly colored decorations you would expect to find in a pre-school.

Tom felt a tug on his paw, looking back at Chuck with his mouth still half open in shock. The husky grinned even more, pulling the stunned panda to a low table. "I knew you would love this place. They have this special area for big cubs." He flopped down happily, grabbing a crayon and some paper to draw on. The panda just blinked and gaped at the elaborateness of the play area, feeling a bit strange.

"I..I h..had no id..ea," was all he could mutter as the husky pulled him down onto the bench next to him. Tom felt himself squish quite a bit and realized that he had been shocked enough that he had wet quite a bit. It was a good thing he had those extra trainers in his pocket, he thought to himself. It looked like he would need them before he got home.

"Yeah, isn’t it great? They’ll bring us some lunch and then we can play or whatever. It’s usually a little busier than this.." He paused as he looked around at the empty space before turning back with a shrug. "No matter. More room for us.. I’m sure you’ll meet some of the other cubs later." Tom’s eyes widened. He had never even considered that there might be.. others that shared this peculiar interest. He flushed. He was still feeling a bit conflicted himself, though a part of him felt like it was a perfect fit.

"Hello, boys. You want juice boxes or milk today?" a matronly skunk asked from the doorway. She was wearing a white apron and was smiling at them kindly. "And then you can have either PB&J or Mac’N Cheese with hot dog bits." The husky was bouncing excitedly.

"Mac’N Cheese for me... and juice," he turned to Tom still bouncing. "Whatcha gonna have panda? Huh? Huh?"

Tom smiled despite himself. "I..I’ll go wif the PB&J with milk, pl..ease." The skunk smiled and nodded at them. "Do either of you boys need any... ’special’ care today?" Tom looked at Chuck with a confused look and was surprised to see a blush come to the gregarious husky’s muzzle.

"No, ma’am. We’re bof okay." She tilted her head and eyed the husky at that, but nodded before heading back through the doors. Tom looked at the husky questioningly. "Wha..what did that mean?" He smiled to himself as the husky blushed and squirmed in discomfort.

"It..it was nothin.. Hey, let’s play legos while we wait!" the husky said quickly, trying to change the subject. He hopped up and grabbed a plastic box containing a large number of the colored blocks. As he flopped back down, Tom was certain he heard the soft crinkling sound he heard from his own disposable trainers. His smiled broadened and he had to retrain his paw from poking his friends rump.

The two had assembled sections of what looked to be half castle and half swamp monster when the elderly skunk reappeared, carrying a tray. "Here we go. Oh my! Aren’t you both creative? Would you mind drawing me a picture after lunch? I really like to have art from the boys that come by." She beamed down at them as she placed their paper plates and drink boxes down in front of them. "Ep ep," she tutted, teasingly swatting at Tom’s paws as he reached for his sandwich. "Not yet." She chided as she pulled a small cloth bib around the panda’s thick neck, snapping it into place. Chuck grinned at her and lifted his chin helpfully as she fastened his bib.

"Tank you, Mrs. Efan," he giggled as he dug in with his fork. Tom just shook his head, pulling the sandwich into his muzzle. He chewed happily, enjoying the sensation of the bread and peanut butter stuck to the roof of his muzzle. Chuck nudged him playfully as he sipped his milk through a straw. Tom spluttered, spilling milk down his muzzle and onto his bib.

"Hey, watch it!" he mumbled around his mouthful of sandwich, nudging back when the husky wasn’t expecting. He giggled at the cheese that spilled onto the canines front, poking a finger at the husky’s muzzle and getting cheese on it. He licked his digit playfully winking at the husky. "You’re very tasty."

The husky was about to respond when Mrs. Ethan came back in, humming happily. "Looks like you boys made short work of that. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can play." She smiled as she took a clean wipe to the panda’s face, undoing his bib as she finished up. He blushed and mumbled a thank you. She smiled and patted his head, placing a sheet of construction paper and some crayons in front of him before seeing to the even messier husky.

Tom picked out a few crayons and started to draw some trees and hills on the thick yellow paper. He glanced at his watch to check the time, seeing that he had about ten more minutes before he needed to leave. Chuck scribbled furiously as well, his tongue sticking out of his muzzle as he colored. He had started to stand and his tail was wagging furiously behind him. Tom couldn’t help himself as he started to laugh out loud at his friend.

"What?" he asked, looking up innocently. Tom just laughed harder, falling over on his side and rolling onto the floor as he giggled. At first the husky just looked at him curiously, but soon he was chuckling as well. He sat down on the ground next to the panda, patting him on the back as he finished wiping tears from his eyes. Tom couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed hard enough to make him cry.

He sighed as he sat up, hugging Chuck loosely for support as he got rolled onto his rump. "S..sorry. I don’t know.. y..you just looked so cute." his stutter more pronounced as he was out of breath. The husky blushed and wrapped his arm around the panda’s shoulders.

"Well I think you are pretty adorable yourself, Tommy. I always have," he blushed more as he quickly got up, pulling his friend to his feet as well. They stared into each others eyes for a moment before Tom’s watch started to beep, telling them that it was time to go. "Well I guess I should let you go back to the office. I’m really glad you could come with me to lunch." He said as he dropped his head, looking at his toes.

Tom chuffed, his ears wiggling uncertainly before he leaned in to give the husky a hug. "I..I really en..joyed it t..too. I..I will t..talk t..to you soon." He turned and walked back through the restaurant, pausing for a moment to settle his bill. The smiling feline told him that Chuck had already taken care of it and that she hoped to see him soon. He rushed back to his office, only remembering as he stepped into his cubical that he really needed to change his underpants.

He hadn’t made it two steps to the bathroom when he was accosted by a very irate vixen. Her tail fur was standing on end which he had come to learn was never a good sign. He sighed internally, getting ready for another tirade.

"Well it’s about time you showed up! Don’t even bother showing up before noon. It’s okay, we’re just here for you. Did you see all the work that you missed in your day off? Why do I even bother with you? I could get someone off the street that would work harder and for less than you. And what was that trash on my desk? I don’t take direction from you. I’m your boss. You need to do what I say.." she finally broke off for a breath of air, her face flushed with emotion.

Despite himself, Tom tried to speak up to defend himself, knowing that it was ultimately useless. She seemed to simply enjoy berating him in public. He stuttered a bit before he realized his trainers were starting to leak. He could feel a small trickle moving down the fur on the inside of his thigh. His eyes widened slightly. He really couldn’t afford to stand here taking her abuse anymore unless he wanted to be severely embarrassed.

"What, nothing to say? Not much of a surprise given your amazing communication skills. I would be happy only to hear from you in email if I didn’t know you would screw that up," she continued.

He gritted his teeth and took a breath. He needed to stop this now. "Janice," he interrupted. "Mr. Townsend s..stopped by your desk this morning and asked to s..see you as s..soon as you got in. Th..the note was there because YOU didn’t come to your desk b..before I left for lunch." She had gone a little pale at the raccoon’s name, taking a step back. "N..now I need to use the rest room."

"Wait one minute, I’m not done with you!" she yelled at his back. He was glad he hadn’t dropped his coat off at his desk yet as he slipped into the men’s room and took an empty stall. He hung his coat on a small hook inside the bathroom stall before undoing his pants. The trickle seemed to have stopped around his knee and he was careful as he dropped his pants to keep them from getting too damp. He kicked them and his shoes off, grimacing as he was unable to see most of the damage over the curve of his tummy.

Tom grimaced as he carefully lowered the soaked garment, wrapping it in toilet tissues. He wiped himself as best as he was able before pulling the new pair of trainers securely into place. The panda smiled in relief as they rustled into place. He dressed himself quickly, wadding up the disposable pants and dropping them off in the trash before washing his hands.

Tom’s boss was nowhere to be seen on his way back to his desk though oddly, he didn’t really care quite as much as he normally did. He actually felt pretty good for once. His confrontation hadn’t been all that much but to him it made a world of difference. Just one small triumph seemed to open up a lot of possibilities for the panda.

He sat down at his desk and jumped right back into work. He noticed that there was a bit more buzz to the office chatter and that there was a slightly tense vibe to the air. He was halfway through another report when his boss approached. He didn’t notice the two security guards that flanked her at first. He froze as his eyes took in the two large ursines, his heart hammering in his chest as he noted one bear carried a cardboard box.

Janice’s lips curled in a snarl as she approached, her lunge cut short by a strong bear paw that completely wrapped around her upper arm. "None of that Miss Trundle. We don’t want any trouble. Just clean out your desk quietly." A bear rumbled as he shoved her in the directions of her belongings. Muttered comments and dirty looks made their way to Tom, though none seemed to penetrate the haze of shock that had settled over the panda.

"You’ll regret turning on me," Janice hissed at him one final time as she was escorted to the elevator. Tom chuffed, shaking his head. He was at a loss. This was the last thing he had expected to happen today. He smiled a little to himself as he shook his head and got back into his reports.

An hour or so had passed when he was gently nudged on the shoulder. Robert was smiling down at him, his tail gently swishing behind him. "Seems like the only way to get you out of those reports is to shake you," he chuckled. "Look, I’m sorry if you’ve been having a rough time. I have been getting some conflicting reports about you. After seeing your hard work this morning and the superb job you had done with that report; I realized something was off." He sighed. "Long story short, Miss Trundle wasn’t being forthcoming about your work and was in fact doing very little herself. So we have decided to let her go and you are going to be working directly under me."

Tom’s gasp was a little too loud, and he blushed as he covered his muzzle. Robert just smiled and patted the panda’s shoulder. "I want you to keep doing those reports. But first.. you have been severely shorted in personal time. You are getting the next two weeks off. Just send me what you have done by the end of the day and I’ll take care of the rest. I’m really sorry that this has gone on as long as it has."

"Th..thank y..you sir. I..I..I can’t t..tell you how much this means," he gulped, taking a moment to take a deep breath not wanting to stutter like a fool in front of this nice male. "I really ap..appreciate getting some t..time off. I was really worried because I have t..to move this weekend." He stopped, unsure that he should have relayed that information. The raccoon just laughed though.

"Well I’m glad we could accommodate you then. Take it easy today. And I’ll see you when you get back," he finished, patting Tom on the shoulder. The panda smiled happily and did just that, really enjoying the rest of the afternoon. He managed to finish all the rest of the reports that he had been in his inbox just a bit before the day ended.

The drive home for him was as annoying as ever, though his high spirits seemed to make it go a bit faster. The panda decided to get some take out on the way home, and it was still warm as he flopped down on his sofa and dug into the chinese food. He spent the rest of the evening watching television and just relaxing before turning in for the night. The panda figured that he could get all of his packing and cleaning done the next day.

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He is in the back room at Ethan’s. There are other adults dressed as cubs playing all around him. Tom wandered about looking for Chuck or Mark, but not seeing either of them. He flopped down in the sandbox, idly playing with the sand with his toe.

He then started making the largest sand castle ever. It grew so large that he could wander through the halls and look out the windows. He had gone through when he realized he was lost. He started to cry when suddenly Mrs. Ethan was there. She cooed to him as she picked him up and cradled him in her arms. He hugged her neck, happy that he had been found. She told him that it was time to go and took him to the bathroom.

Mark and Chuck were in the restroom and the elderly skunk handed him into the large bunny’s arms. Mark smiled at the panda and tickled him gently. Tom giggled as he started to suck on one of the large bunny’s long ears. Mark rumbled, "It looks like you aren’t quite ready for training pants, cub."

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Tom snorted as he woke up, blinking his eyes as he wondered why he would set the alarm for a Saturday morning. He groaned as he felt something warm and damp squish about his crotch as he adjusted himself. The panda reached a paw down under the blankets, his fingers finding a very soggy pair of trainers. He blushed as he found himself glad that he was wearing the cub pants. They were even comfortable like this. He sighed. He was awake now, he might as well get cleaned and dressed.

After his shower he was surprised to note that he only had two more disposable trainers and the pair he had been put in at Mark’s home. He was glad that he had cleaned them as he slipped them on, dressing in his overalls. He slipped Mark’s CD into his portable player and started working.

The day passed quickly as he made several runs to the junkyard and to charitable donation centers. Tom grabbed lunch out as he had cleaned out his kitchen first thing. By the time night had come, the panda had reduced his belongings to a single load of boxes which he planned on loading the next morning. He watched a little more television before going to bed, his deep sleep devoid of any memorable dreams.

The next morning he let himself sleep in. He smiled to himself as he rubbed his soggy trainers, glad that he was going to see Mark today. He was almost out of the undergarments and didn’t think he could go without them. Not that he really wanted to. He enjoyed wearing them too much. Tom smiled as he pulled on the last pair of disposables, dressing himself in the shirt and shorts he had taken from the bunny a couple days prior. It seemed oddly appropriate.

It was a bit after two when he loaded the last box into the back of his truck. He had just dropped his keys off at the apartment manager’s office and was a little uncertain if it was too early to call Mark and Chuck. He waited in his truck for a few moments, feeling anxious and a bit nervous. The panda finally got up the nerve to dial their phone, his paw shaking a little as he held it to his head.

"Hello," Mark’s friendly rumble filled his ears. Tom couldn’t help but smile.

"P..papa? I..is it okay if I come over yet?" he blushed, feeling embarrassed and happy at the same time. There was a pause on the other end of the line and the panda’s ears twitched in worry.

"I..I would love it if you came over, cub." Mark’s voice was thick with emotion. "Are you coming to stay? Do you need any help?" Tom laughed in relief and happiness.

"N..no, papa bun. I have it all done. Once I leave I’m f..finished with this apartment. I could u..use some help unloading once I get th..there th..though."

"I’ll have the garage open, you can back right in little panpan. You remember the gate code, right?"

"Yup. I’ll see you soon," he smiled as he hung up. He started the truck and drove out of his parking space for the last time. Tom’s drive was smooth, the weekday traffic all but gone as the city folk had headed out for the countryside. The panda still needed the help of his GPS to find their house, though.

It took Tom a few minutes to figure out how to manage the gate and backup into the driveway, a large bunny waving him into the garage. He squished as he got out of the truck and he realized with a small amount of dismay that he was already leaking. He seemed to be going through these trainers faster and faster.

The panda barely had time to look up before he was engulfed in a spine shattering hug. Mark whispered something into his ear as he nuzzled the smaller fur, licking his nose as he lowered Tom back to the ground. "It took you long enough, cub. Chucky has been driving me crazy all morning with his shenanigans." He smiled. "It’s good to have you home. I especially approve of your outfit." He chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. The large bunny had already felt the squish of the panda’s middle on his tummy and noted a damp line on both legs of the shorts. He smiled to himself. "Let’s get you unloaded."

The two had each moved two boxes to a small empty room before an energetic husky bounded in to help. He gave the panda a big hug before grabbing a box from the truck. Mark had Tom explain what was in each box, sorting them in the room for unpacking as they went. The panda grabbed the last box from the truck and Mark closed the garage. Chuck was giggling something to the big bunny as the panda dropped off the last box into the room.

He had been aware of a growing wetness at his thighs, and he certain that he was leaking quite a bit. He started when he turned to find both Mark and Chuck regarding him, the latter barely able to hold in his laughter. The large bunny hushed the husky, shooing him down the hall.

"Come on panda. I think we better get you into something a little less damp. It looks like you aren’t quite ready for training pants, cub." He offered out a guiding paw. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt a wave of deja vu. He took the large paw uncertainly, feeling deeply embarrassed as he toddled down the hall.

 

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