Padded Goatdad Misadventures - Ritual

After a bit of ruminating, he decided to get started without her, but take it slowly in the process. The night was still young – as a matter of fact, it hadn’t even really started yet. So why not enjoy himself in the meantime?
He reached into the drawer to get his supplies when it occurred to him that he had gone straight upstairs to his stash and forgotten that he hadn’t showered yet. Groundskeeper work didn’t leave one smelling like roses, even if a fair portion of that revolve around tending to the greenery on the school. To just hop in real quick and do his old nickname proud wouldn’t be much of an issue, but he could already feel that tonight was going to be a little more… intense. Padding never came off as clean as it was when he put on, after all. So he’d definitely end up showering for that, and adding another shower on top of that might be a little too much.
Then he was reminded that Toriel would have to put up with that for multiple hours, and the novelty of “hardworking man” smell would wear off eventually and put her off, and him too by association. So the decision was made, and about ten minutes and a hot, steamy shower later, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his nether regions that failed to fully conceal his excitement, and his fur standing on all ends, like he was covered in hundreds of thousands of very thin, bendy needles. Walking back to the bedroom, he reached down to his groin and tried to adjust his budding erection, though all it seemed to do was only make it more excited and lift the towel a touch more. Feigning resignation, he stepped back into the bedroom, and unwrapped the towel to put it down on the floor, to function as an impromptu changing mat. With it in place, he shuffled back to the drawer to fish out the goods – the can of baby powder and one of the diapers, sprinkled with flower prints. It was a personal touch he chose when ordering them – the couple with snails on them were meant for Toriel. Back when they decided to add these to their bedside fun times, even though he figured these would be mostly for him, she saw those cute, simple snails as one of the options and asked if he could order some of them to try as well. How they managed to navigate those online stores on their own is a story in itself, struggling to navigate from catalog to checkout, since neither could bring themselves to ask someone else for the next step, lest they be ready for a very strange conversation and having lay it bare to other people, and the last thing they needed was more reasons for their lives to be fodder for nosy tabloid wannabe journalists.
He readied one of the snail print diapers on top of the bed for later, then took the other items back to the front of the bed where the towel was waiting for him. Asgore then went on his knees with diaper in hand, spreading it open slowly on top of it, like he was performing a ritual with considered motion, as if the diaper had to be in just the right place for him to put on. Once he figured his handiwork had done its job admirably, he raised himself into a squat and shuffled over the diaper, ready to let himself sink into it. But one last thing had to be done, so he grabbed the can of baby powder and sprinkled it on top of the padded bits first. And as the time had finally come, his fluffy butt finally dropped itself onto the mat, with some of the powder leaping into the air. It ended up flying a little too high, however, and the force of the sneeze that followed felt like it almost blew out his back. Once he was sure that he hadn’t fallen apart into many little pieces, he wiped his snout and proceeded to sprinkle more of the powder on his front and back just to be really thorough. He made sure that not one square inch wasn’t caked in dust and went back to his ritualistic approach as he slipped his hands beneath the outer layers before and behind him and folded them towards himself, feeling the cushiness slowly swallow his lower half. His little friend responded energetically, struggling to be kept in check as Asgore deftly maneuvered his hands to put the tapes in place, but this hadn’t been his first rodeo, far from it. Now, those first couple times he had to puzzle out how to best put them on, those were a sight to behold, at one point even managing to somehow put one on outside in before noticing that something was off.
With everything secured and his worm somewhat put in place, he rose from the towel with his hands swiping back to his front- and backside, pushing them in like he was trying to squeeze as much pleasure out of himself as he could. His eyes fell upon the full body mirror in the corner as he did so, and he couldn’t help blushing and averting his eyes for a moment, as if seeing himself in this state was somehow a line he crossed. But this primal instinct faded quickly, and he allowed himself a look at a job well done, sticking his butt towards the mirror with his knees bent slightly while looking sheepishly at his own reflection.
So, with that, the basics had been taken care of and there was no sign of Toriel yet. Well, that was to be expected, he figured. Even taking everything nice and slowly and basking in what was to come, it had become a mostly well oiled routine. So with more alone time on his hands, he decided…

>Let’s stay clean for a little longer. There’s other fun to be had still.
>Well, I could spring a bit of a leak? A wet diaper’s still practically unused.
>Today’s lunch has been itching for an exit for a while, hasn’t it?