Leo had always been a creature of habit, his life a series of routines that offered comfort in their predictability. But the package on his doorstep that morning was anything but routine. He had stared at it for a moment, his lion’s tail flicking behind him in curiosity, before picking it up and bringing it inside.
The box was unmarked, no return address or postage stamps, just his name scrawled across the top in a handwriting he didn’t recognize. Inside, he found a bag of adult diapers, thick and crinkly, the sound of them sending a riveting shiver down his spine. Nestled among the diapers was a note, handwritten in the same unknown script.
Leo,
Embrace your true self.
Wear these, day and night. Wet them, mess them. Make them a part of you. And to prove your commitment, wet yourself at work.
No restrooms, no excuses.
More to follow.
Leo’s heart pounded as he read the words. He didn’t expect to receive orders that day. The lion felt as though someone invisible was guiding him by the paw to bring his desires to fruition. He always had a fascination with diapers, a guilty pleasure he usually acted upon within the cool comfort of his home. But now, curiosity and arousal coursed through him as a result of what felt like an actual mandate. It was almost like some sort of divine intervention, and now his sole purpose was to comply.
He spent the morning getting ready for work, his mind whirring loudly within a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. Leo had paced his apartment that morning, the diaper rustling loudly with each step, his tail flicking nervously behind him. He could feel the bulkiness of it around his waist, a constant reminder of the challenge he had accepted. He had butterflies in his stomach, with shaky nerves and excitement churning within him.
He stood in front of his mirror, examining his reflection. The diaper was visible, a thick white line peeking out from the waistband of his work pants. He had tried to adjust his clothes, to hide it, but it was no use. It was there, and it was noticeable. Or rather, he could’ve tried a little harder to hide it, but a part of him wanted to be discovered. And the thought of being discovered was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
He shouldered his work bag, the diapers tucked discreetly inside, and headed out the door, determined to see this through — nerves be damned.
What if someone notices? What if they laugh, or worse, what if they’re disgusted?
That particular thought consumed him. He started feeling doubtful about his commitment to wearing diapers to work. He had always been so careful about his image, about what others thought of him. This was a leap into the unknown, a risk that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable.
But then he had remembered the note, the clear, firm instructions.
No excuses.
He had made a commitment, a promise to himself and to the anonymous sender. He couldn’t back out now. Someone was now expecting him to deliver.
He had taken a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He had to do this. He had to embrace this part of himself, even if it meant facing his fears head-on.
Anticipation and nervousness took the wheel as he drove to work that cold morning. While cozily planted in the driver’s seat, he could feel the bulkiness of the diaper pressing against his thighs, a constant reminder of the bold risk he was taking. At every red light, Leo found himself fidgeting in his seat, adjusting the diaper beneath his pants. He could feel the thick padding shifting and rustling with each movement, the sound of it making him feel embarrassed and somewhat emboldened.
Someone close to me will clearly hear the sound of my thick diapers!
As he drove to work, he found himself lost in a vivid fantasy. He imagined himself wetting his diaper right there in the car, the warmth spreading through the padding, the wetness seeping into his pants and perhaps the seat. He imagined the smell of it, that familiar musky, wet diaper scent that he had grown so accustomed to, filling the small space of his car and enveloping him.
He wondered what it would be like to arrive at work in such a state, his diaper wet and heavy beneath his pants, the scent of his piss clinging to him, following him like a shadow. He wondered if any of his colleagues would notice, would pick up on the subtle scent, would begin to suspect something. The thought got him excited.
He pictured himself walking into the office, the wet diaper squishing with each step, the sound of it drawing the eyes and ears of his colleagues. He imagined their curious reactions. He imagined them leaning in, their noses wrinkling inconveniently as they caught a whiff of his scent, their eyes widening as they realized what he was wearing, what he had done, and what he would continue to do — for as long as he was given diapers and was ordered to wear them.
The fantasy sent a jolt of arousal coursing through him, his cock hardening beneath the thick padding of his diaper. He let out a soft moan, his hips gyrating slightly as he pressed down on the gas pedal. He was so lost in his fantasy that he barely noticed the changing of the lights, the honking of horns, the bustle of the city around him. It was only when he pulled into the parking lot of his workplace that he was jerked back to reality.
Leo sat in his car for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, his trembling paws. e knew that he was ready to face whatever the day might bring.
At work, he sat at his desk, the thick diaper crinkling beneath his clothes. The diaper bunched up a bit in his seat as he leaned back in his chair, but it was more of a positioning issue than an inconvenience. He felt a strange sense of comfort, of rightness, wearing it. He never truly realized how truly naked he felt he was without wearing diapers. This was completely natural for him and a welcomed change of pace. The long-standing concern he had about being caught in a diaper by someone quickly dissipated, now that someone took the initiative and gave him directions. He willingly completely surrendered control to a stranger, especially when his mind pivoted to his work responsibilities.
As the morning wore on, he felt the first stirrings of an urge that needed to be addressed. He looked around the office, his colleagues busy at their desks, and stood up suddenly.
As Leo stood there, the warmth spreading through his diaper, he couldn’t help but look down, his eyes scanning his pants for any sign of leakage. He had always been meticulous, always liked things to be just so. The thought of making a mess, of losing control like this, was heart-stopping. At one point, he tried to stop the flow, his muscles clenching instinctively, but it was no use. He was committed now, bound by his promise and a full bladder. He stood there awkwardly, his body tense, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
His co-workers looked up at him, their confused expressions were now etched in Leo’s racing mind. He could see the questions in their eyes, the curiosity and the uncertainty.
What is he doing? Is he alright?
He cleared his throat, trying to find something to say, some way to explain his unusual behavior. But what could he say? Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just wetting my diaper. Just exploring an exhibitionist fetish I never knew I had.
He let out a nervous laugh, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Um, so, how’s everyone’s morning going?” he asked, his voice strained as he tried to make small talk.
His colleagues exchanged glances. “Not bad, not bad. Are you alright, dude?” one of them asked, her voice filled with concern. “You look a tad uncomfortable.”
Leo chuckled again, his paw instinctively reaching down to touch his waist, to feel the thick bulk of the diaper hidden beneath his clothes. “Oh, no, I’m not uncomfortable,” he said, his voice steadier now, more confident. “I just needed to stretch.”
He couldn’t stop peeing. The longer he wet himself, the more he became acutely aware of the sounds and sensations that accompanied his act. The hissing sound of his piss filling the diaper seemed amplified in the quiet of the office, and he found himself wondering if his colleagues could hear it too. He glanced around, his eyes darting from one co-worker to the next, trying to gauge their reactions.
Can they hear me? Can they tell what I’m doing?
As he continued peeing in place, he became aware of another sensation — the musky scent of his piss filling the air. It was subtle, but it was there, a rebellious and earthy smell that seemed to envelop him. He wondered if his colleagues could smell it too. His partners had always complimented him for his intoxicating scent, and diapers helped magnify it.
He could feel the wetness pooling around his balls, the warmth seeping into his fur. It was a satisfying, comforting and soothing sensation that made him appreciate the fact that he wore diapers.
He let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing as the last droplets of his piss dribbled into the diaper. He could never grow tired of the diaper swelling and growing heavier with each passing second.
He looked down at his pants once more, almost in anticipation of a dark stain of wetness visible against his clothing. He could see the outline of the diaper, the thick bulk of it pressing against his fabric, getting thicker by the second. He felt a slight pang of anxiety.
He could see them trying to puzzle it out, but he didn’t care. He eventually finished his business. He took a deep breath, his body relaxing as the last of the warmth spread through his diaper. He had done it. He had wet himself in front of his colleagues. And it felt good. It felt right.
He smiled at them, a genuine smile filled with relief and joy. “Ah. That was a good stretch,” he said.
“Um. Okay.”
They might not understand it, might not get why he was doing this, but they accepted it. And that was enough for Leo. That was all he needed.
No one said anything. Leo acted as though he got away with the perfect crime. But instead of celebrating and visibly reveling in his soggy state, Leo decided to nonchalantly sit back down at his desk chair, the diaper squishing loudly beneath him. He let out a sigh of contentment. He had done it. He had taken the first step, and he was ready to see where it would take him next.
Then his smartphone buzzed on his desk, a message from a private number.
Have you been a good little lion?
Leo’s heart pounded. Yes, he typed back, his fingers trembling slightly.
Prove it, came the reply. Send me a picture.
Leo looked around the office, his mind racing. He couldn’t use the restroom behind him. That was against the rules. He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, and headed for the docking area. The docking area was usually quiet around this time, right after morning deliveries were made.
Once arriving in the docking area, Leo hid behind a pair of cardboard boxes filled with inventory. With a deep breath, he quickly pulled down his work pants, snapped a photo of his diapered crotch, the wetness clearly visible. He sent it off, his heart pounding in his chest.
Would the stranger use that photo to their advantage? Was he going to expose me? He already knows my address.
Good boy, came the reply, and Leo felt a thrill of pleasure at the praise.
Suddenly, a voice behind him made him jump. “Bruh. Is that a diaper?”
Leo turned, his eyes wide, to find Grayson, the mechanic, standing behind him. The wolf’s eyes were fixed on Leo’s crotch. Leo felt a blush rising in his cheeks, but he stood his ground. This was who he was now, and he wasn’t going to hide it.
“Yes,” he said, his voice barely steady. “It is. Medical issue.”
“Ah.” Grayson nodded sagely.
Grayson was a striking figure. He was a wolf, tall and broad-shouldered, his body a testament to years of hard, physical labor. His fur was a dark gray, almost black, with streaks of silver running through it, a sign of his age and experience. His eyes were a piercing blue, sharp and intelligent, always seeming to see more than they let on. His muzzle was long and slender, his teeth white and slightly crooked, lending him a roguish charm. He wore a pair of faded, oil-stained jeans and a tight black t-shirt, the fabric stretched taut over his muscled chest and arms. His paws were large and calloused, the paws of a man who knew the value of hard work and wasn’t afraid to get dirty.
He and Leo had always had an easy camaraderie, a friendship built on laughter and shared jokes. They would often banter back and forth about football and movies, their conversations filled with wit and humor. It was a dynamic that Leo had always enjoyed, had always looked forward to. But now, as Grayson stood before him, his eyes fixed on the wet diaper peeking out from Leo’s pants, their relationship seemed to shift, to take on a new dimension.
“Sorry for asking. I’m just curious. Why would you take a photo of yourself like that?”
Leo felt a flush rising in his cheeks. “It’s hard to explain,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m trying to find the words, but I can’t.” Leo started chuckling nervously.
Grayson slowly nodded, his gaze eventually flicking up to meet Leo’s eyes. “But why would you want people to know?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. “That’s so embarrassing, isn’t it?”
Leo felt a shiver run down his spine with unfettered arousal igniting within him. He had never talked about this with anyone before, had never had to explain his desires. But there was something about Grayson, something about the way he looked at him, the way he asked his questions, that made Leo want to open up and want to share.
“I have someone who cares for me, who wants me to check in and to make sure I’m taking care of myself,” Leo admitted, his voice steady despite the heat rising in his body.
“I didn’t know you were in a relationship. And they make sure you’re diapered? You must need them if they care about you to that extent, know what I mean?”
“Guess that’s a fair assessment,” Leo sheepishly confirmed.
Grayson’s eyes widened slightly, a spark of interest flashing in their blue depths. “And do you mess them too?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, if babies do it, then you might.”
Leo nodded. He could feel his arousal growing, his cock beginning to harden beneath the wet diaper. “Yes,” he said, his voice a low growl. “It happens from time to time, but not here, fortunately. No. I’d never do that.”
Leo watched as Grayson’s eyes darkened with curiosity and something more, something that sent a shiver of anticipation down Leo’s spine.
“So, when you mess your diaper,” Grayson began, his voice a low rumble, “what does it feel like? Does it make you feel like a big baby?”
Grayson was into it. Leo knew where this was going, could see the fascination in Grayson’s eyes. He decided to play along, to draw out the moment, to tease and tantalize.
“Well,” Leo said, “for me, it’s not so much me feeling like a big baby as much as it takes care of an issue. Like I said before, a medical issue.”
Grayson’s eyes were fixed on Leo’s face, his expression rapt. “Ah. That must be pretty embarrassing, though.”
Leo smiled a little. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Sometimes I feel embarrassed. But I’ve worn these for so long, it just happens, y’know?”
“Do you take photos of yourself in that state too?” he asked.
Leo’s cock was throbbing beneath the wet diaper.
“Sometimes,” he said, his eyes locked onto Grayson’s face. He didn’t want to admit to Grayson, at least not right away, that he was drawn to the feeling of feeling helpless — like he at someone else’s mercy. But he also had to reconcile with the satisfaction of being the one in control, being the one calling the shots and making the rules. There was a strange mix of feelings that seemed to oddly gel together.
“And what about you?” Leo asked. “You’re asking me all these specific questions. You could’ve pretended that you saw nothing and left, but you’re still here. What’s the source of your curiosity?”
Grayson hesitated, his eyes averting from Leo’s face for a moment before coming back, filled with a newfound resolve. “I guess I can say this to you, given your circumstances. But I have thought about wearing during my work trips. Because Brad will put me on a schedule when I go from job to job to job, right? It’s like boom-boom-boom. And he chews my ass out for sometimes not taking my lunch, but he puts me in a situation where I have to constantly run from place to place. He will say, ‘Hey, you should be in and out of this job in an hour,’ and I feel like I don’t have much time for bathroom breaks. If I take one and it adds to the clock, he’ll buzz me like, ‘What’s good? What’s the hold-up?’ What am I supposed to do?”
Leo slowly grew more empowered as Grayson opened up. “But wherever you go, you could just ask whoever is there, ‘Can I use the restroom?’ And chances are they’re going to say, ‘Yes.'”
“Yeah, but I have to go a lot, y’know? It’s just something that happens when you get older. I can be moving around, lifting something heavy, doing something physical, and then my bladder starts to tap me.” Then Grayson continued, his voice barely registering above a whisper. “So yeah, I’ve thought about it. But I never actually acted on it.”
Leo smiled, a slow, seductive grin spreading across his face. “I’m just going to throw this out there, just this once, but if you wanted to try, I can help.”
“Help how? Put a diaper on me?” Grayson chuckled softly. “I kinda get the feeling you’d like to do that.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re objecting to the idea.”
Grayson hesitated. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet, honestly,” he admitted, his voice filled with uncertainty. “But I do have a bit of a problem. You see, I’m an older wolf, and my bladder isn’t what it used to be. Like right now, I need to go, but the restroom is all the way across the warehouse.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” Leo said. “I happen to have a portable toilet right here.” He gestured to his thickly padded diaper.
Grayson looked shocked. “You can’t be serious,” he said. “Looks like you already wet that thing, though. You’ll probably leak.”
Leo shrugged. “It can handle more. It’s just a diaper, after all. And it’s not like it’s not meant to be used. No one ever specified who could use it.”
Grayson surrendered to the opportunity. “Alright, man. Fuck it,” he said.
Leo calmly gave him instructions, his voice steady and sure. “Just pull out your dick and slip it down the front of my diaper,” he said, his eyes locked onto Grayson’s face. “It’s easy.”
Grayson fumbled with his belt, his paws shaking slightly as he pulled out his cock. It was already half-hard. He looked at Leo, a question in his eyes, and Leo nodded.
Grayson slipped his cock down the front of Leo’s diaper, the sensation strange yet powerful. He could feel the thick padding, the warmth of Leo’s body, the wetness from his earlier “accident.”
Leo let out a soft sigh as Grayson began to pee. This, too, was a sensation Leo was accustomed to. But this was the first time he did anything remotely like this in public and with a seemingly “straight” co-worker. The wolf let out a thick and savory stream that doused Leo’s firm cock. But it was apparent that Grayson’s own cock was throbbing against him. Leo took solace in another man’s wetness seeping into his padding. A new, rich scent and flavor. His diaper was no longer exclusively his own, and he readily embraced that.
“You’re hard,” Leo teased. “Does this turn you on, Grayson? Does the thought of using my diaper as your personal urinal excite you?”
“Please don’t make this more awkward than it already is, man,” Grayson said.
“Sorry.”
Leo couldn’t resist a seductive grin, which spread across his wily feline face. He reached out, his paw brushing against Grayson’s chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt.
“I can help you with that after you’re done,” Leo said.
Grayson let out a long sigh of exasperation and relief. Once he was finished, Grayson quickly withdrew his cock. But before Grayson could protest, Leo slowly got onto his knees.
“Dude. Fine. Get it over with,” Grayson muttered. “I only have ten minutes at the most.”
Leo reached for the wolf’s cock and slowly took most of its length into his maw, the taste of him salty, warm and deliciously musky. He swirled his tongue around the head, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked, his hand reaching up to cup Grayson’s balls, to massage and tease them.
Grayson let out a low moan. “Fuck, bro. I didn’t know you were gay. I’m not, though. I have a girlfriend and two kids.”
Mmmmm-hmmmm.
Grayson’s paw reached down to tangle in Leo’s mane. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat coiling in his belly, the need for release growing more and more urgent.
Leo could feel it too, could feel the tension in Grayson’s body, the throbbing of his cock, the way he huffed through his teeth, and his muscles tensed. He sucked harder, his paw moving faster, his tongue working its magic. And then, Grayson suddenly came. No warning. Only one hard grunt through his wily teeth. His cock throbbed and pulsated in Leo’s mouth, his hot, salty seed filling him, coating his tongue and down his throat. Leo focused on swallowing as much as he could. There was a lot. Ultimately, Leo swallowed every last drop.
As Grayson pulled away, his breath in hard and extravagant gasps, he looked down at Leo, his eyes filled with gratitude and fear. “Bro. You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “Promise me, Leo. Promise me, please.”
“I promise,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“Good. Thank you.”
As Grayson hastily tucked himself away and left, Leo felt a wave of adrenaline. He had enjoyed their encounter immensely, but he wanted more. The spontaneity of his encounter with Grayson left him yearning for another opportunity.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked down at the screen and read the message from the anonymous sender.
Update?
Leo hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then he typed out his response.
Someone used my diaper as their personal toilet.
The response was almost immediate, the sender’s pleasure evident in their words.
Good boy. That’s very good. Now, tell someone else about your diapers. The more people know, the more dependent you’ll become. The more gifts you’ll receive.
Leo looked around nervously. He wasn’t sure he was ready to expose himself to more of his co-workers, to open himself up to their judgment and their scrutiny. But he also felt a thrill at the thought, a spark of arousal at the idea of being so vulnerable and exposed.
He typed out another message.
Can I change my diaper? It’s quite soggy.
The response came quickly, the sender’s approval clear.
Yes, you may. But not at work. Go somewhere public.
He looked around the warehouse. His mind was made up. He couldn’t do this here, couldn’t expose himself any more than he already had. He needed to get away, to find somewhere public yet private enough to change his diaper without too much fanfare.
He clocked out of work, his heart pounding in his chest as he drove to a nearby park. He had heard rumors about the public restrooms there, whispers of anonymous gay encounters and illicit trysts. It seemed like the perfect place to change his diaper and indulge in a rather calculated risk.
The park restroom was dimly lit, the air filled with the smell of musk and cleaning supplies. Leo made his way to an available stall and locked the door behind him. He could feel the wet diaper squishing with each step, the warmth and the weight of it a constant reminder of what he was about to do.
He began to undress, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, the zipper of his pants. He could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in hard, shallow gasps. He was nervous, excited, aroused, all at the same time.
Just as he was about to slide his pants down, he heard a voice from the stall next to him.
“I can smell your soggy diaper from a mile away.”
Leo froze. He turned to look at the stall divider, his eyes wide with shock and surprise. He could see a figure through the crack, a handsome stranger with dark fur.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leo stammered.
The stranger chuckled. “Don’t play coy with me, kitten. I know what you’re up to. I know what you’re into. And I like it.”
“You do?” he asked.
“Yes. And I want see that soggy diaper of yours. Let me see the mess you’ve made. Let me smell you.”
Leo hesitated for a moment, then slowly slid his pants down, revealing the thick, wet diaper beneath. He could feel his heart racing, his cock once again throbbing with anticipation.
The stranger knocked on Leo’s stall door, a soft but insistent rap. “Open up, kitten,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let me in.”
Leo hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the lock. Then, with a deep breath, he slid the latch open, allowing the stranger to enter.
Leo stared at the stranger before him. He was absolutely breathless. He could see the man more clearly now, his dark fur and pointed ears betraying his canine heritage. A german shepherd, handsome and confident, his eyes focused exclusively on his target.
He wore a well-worn leather jacket that fit snugly around his broad shoulders and muscular arms. The leather was a deep, rich brown, with a slight sheen that caught the light, giving it a worn and lived-in look. The jacket was adorned with a few silver zippers and buckles, adding a touch of edginess to his appearance. The collar was turned up slightly, framing his strong, square jawline and accentuating the sharp angles of his face.
Beneath the jacket, he wore a simple, tight-fitting black t-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin. The fabric was thin and soft, stretching taut over his well-defined chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination. The shirt was tucked into a pair of faded, worn-out jeans that hugged his lean hips and powerful thighs, the denim molding to his body in a way that was both casual and incredibly alluring.
He looked down at Leo, taking in the wet diaper and the obvious bulge.
“I’m not wearing a diaper,” the shepherd said. “And right now, I wish I was wearing one, because…”
The shepherd let out a low groan, his body tensing as he began to piss himself, the dark stain spreading across the fabric of his pants, the rank scent of it filling the air. Leo watched with utter fascination, as the shepherd’s piss dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle at his feet.
“Fuck,” the shepherd growled. “That feels so good. So fucking good. I bet it feels good for you too.”
As Leo stood in the restroom stall, his eyes widened in shock and awe as he watched the handsome German Shepherd destroy his pants while making direct eye contact. A wave of arousal crashed over Leo, his cock throbbing and hardening beneath his wet diaper. There was something so brazen, so audacious, so fucking hot about watching someone else engage in such a taboo act right in front of him. It was a sensation unlike any other. The act itself was like a dare — as if he was now dared to follow suit.
He watched as the stain spread, the wetness seeping into the shepherd’s jeans, the fabric clinging to his muscular thighs. He could see the relief on the shepherd’s face, the pleasure and the release, the sheer joy of letting go, of giving in to such a primal, basic need. It was a sight that sent a shiver down Leo’s spine, that made his heart race and his body ache with need and desire.
“You like watching me piss myself, watching me let go? And you do this in your diapers all the fucking time.”
Leo nodded and let out a breathless, sensual gasp. “Yes,” he admitted. “It’s so fucking hot.”
The shepherd chuckled. “Good,” he said. “Because I want you to feel that too. I want you to embrace that freedom. I want you to push your boundaries, test your limits, see how far you can fucking go. I believe in you.”
Leo felt the thrill excitement rushing into his now-rosy fuzzy cheeks. For years, he had always been so careful, so cautious, so afraid of what others might think, of what they might say. But watching the shepherd, seeing him so brave, so bold, so fucking fearless, it inspired him.
He looked down at his wet diaper, the thick padding swollen and heavy between his legs. He had already taken the first step, and had already let go of his inhibitions and his fears. But he knew there was more to explore, more to experience, more to embrace. And he knew he had to explore that side of himself consistently to achieve a much more acute satisfaction. And he was ready for it.
He looked up at the shepherd. “I want that,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I want to be more like you.”
Leo let out a soft moan, his cock perpetually throbbing with arousal as he watched the shepherd rub his leaking, piss-soaked pant bulge.
And then, to his surprise, the shepherd quickly dropped to his knees, his muzzle pressing against Leo’s diapered bulge, his hot breath seeping through the thick padding. Leo let out a gasp as the shepherd began to rub his muzzle against him, his teeth gently nipping at the wet diaper, his tongue licking at the damp leg gathers.
“Oh wow,” Leo groaned, his paws reaching down to rub the shepherd’s thick headfur.
The shepherd looked up at him, his muzzle glistening with wetness. “You like that, kitten?” he growled. “You like having a big wet pup worshiping your drenched diaper?”
Leo nodded. “Yes,” he moaned breathlessly. “Yes, I fucking love it. Holy shit!”
Leo stared intensely at the handsome German Shepherd kneeling before him, his muzzle pressed against his diapered bulge. The shepherd looked up at him, his golden-brown eyes filled with all sorts of plans.
“You know, little lion,” the shepherd said as he briefly pulled his head back, “I have a confession to make.”
Leo raised an eyebrow, his breath hitching in his throat. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
The shepherd smiled, a slow, seductive grin that sent a shiver down Leo’s spine. “I’m the one who sent you the diapers,” he said.
Leo’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. “You?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “But how did you know? How did you find me?”
The shepherd chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re not the only one with a secret, little lion,” he said. “I’ve been following you online, watching you. I saw your wishlist, saw the diapers and the other toys you had on there. And I decided to take a chance, to reach out, to see if you were truly committed to this. We also share a local, mutual friend who slipped me a few details about you.”
“My ex, I bet. But this is crazy. Crazy in a good way, I mean.”
Then Leo blushed. He had set up the wishlist on a whim, a way to connect with others who shared his fantasies. He had never expected anyone to actually buy him anything, let alone the diapers that had started this whole journey.
“And now, here we are,” the shepherd continued. “And I must say, little lion, I am impressed. I am proud of you, for showing off your diapers and progress on social media. You have no idea how much it turns me on to see you like this, to see you wet and messy, and so fucking proud of it.”
The shepherd stood up suddenly, a wicked grin on his face. “I have something for you,” he said. He stepped out of the stall for a moment, leaving Leo bereft and aching with anticipation. Then he returned, a large, white object in his hand.
Leo’s eyes widened as he recognized the Hitachi magic wand, the powerful vibrator that had been his one and only partner for many lonely nights. But someone else was in control of it.
This is going to be amazing!
“I thought you might like to try this,” the shepherd said as he turned on the wand, the low hum filling the small space of the stall. “I thought you might like to feel the power and pleasure that I’m going to give to your diaper.”
Leo’s tilted up his diapered waist slightly as the shepherd pressed the wand against his diapered bulge. The vibrations were intense, sending waves of pleasure pulsating through his thickness, making his cock more intimately familiar with the slimy wetness in his padding.
“Fuck,” Leo groaned, his hands reaching out to grip the sides of the stall, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. “That feels so good. So fucking good.”
The German Shepherd pressed the Hitachi magic wand firmly and further against Leo’s diapered bulge. He flicked a switch to make the vibrations more intense.
“You like this, don’t you?” the shepherd murmured, his free hand gripping Leo’s hip, holding him steady as he pressed the wand harder against the thick padding. “You like how this feels against your diaper-loving cock. You like knowing that you’re being a good diaper boy, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!”
“Good boy. Now tell me how much you like wetting your diaper. Tell me how it makes you feel, how it makes your cock hard.”
Leo tried averting his eyes from the shepherd’s gaze. But the shepherd wasn’t having any of it. He gripped Leo’s chin, forcing him to look up, to meet his eyes. “Don’t be shy,” he growled. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you fucking crave.”
Leo took a deep breath. “I like wearing and using my diapers! I like knowing I’ll never use the toilet again.”
“Good boy,” he growled, his voice a low purr. “And what about messing? Do you like that too? Do you like the feeling of filling your diaper, of making a mess, of being a dirty, smelly lion?”
“I like pooping my diapers! I like being a smelly lion, a dirty, messy, fucking diaper boy.”
The shepherd let out a approving growl. “That’s it. That’s my good boy,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “That’s my good little diaper boy. Now tell me how much you like being praised for using your diapers.”
Leo moaned loudly, his voice getting louder over the wand buzzing. “I love it,” he said, his voice filled with increasing desperation. “I love being praised, being told I’m a good boy, being rewarded for showing my full diapers. It makes me feel so fucking good. I’m so fucking… close.”
“That’s my good boy. Now come for me, lion. Come in your fucking diaper like the good diaper boy you are. Show me how much you fucking love this, how much you fucking need this, how much you fucking want this.”
And with that, the shepherd turned up the power on the wand, the vibrations intensifying, the pleasure building, the sensations overwhelming. Leo cried out, his body convulsing, his cock throbbing, his mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and pain and desire and need. And then, with a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled his diaper, the warmth and the wetness and the sheer fucking bliss of it all overwhelming him, consuming him, owning him.
And then, with a low growl, he pulled down his own wet pants, his canine cock hard and throbbing and leaking with need. He gripped himself, his paws moving fast and furious as he jerked himself off, his eyes locked onto Leo’s face.
“Fuck! Fuck, you look so fucking hot like that, so fucking sexy. I could see your cock throbbing inside your wet diaper, making it all sticky.”
And with that, he came, his cock pulsing wildly as he shot his thick load all over Leo’s chest, the hot, sticky mess coating his fur, his skin, his body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.
“That was so fucking hot,” he growled. Then he pressed his muzzle against Leo’s face and kissed him passionately on the lips for a second. Leo opened his maw wide and accepted the kiss enthusiastically. He was grateful for the spontaneous, hot encounter.
And with that, the shepherd stepped back, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
In the days and weeks that followed his encounter with the German Shepherd, Leo felt a profound shift within himself. He was no longer just dipping his toes into the world of diapers; he was living a life of wearing diapers and surrendering all control of his bodily functions. The shepherd’s acceptance and encouragement had unlocked something within him, a desire to share his experiences and connect with others who understood and appreciated what he believed was a part of his core identity.
Leo began posting more photos and videos on social media, proudly displaying his diapered form, shown in various types and states. He shared stories of his experiences, his thoughts, his feelings, and his adventures. The response was overwhelming. People from all over the world reached out to him, offering support, encouragement, and even gifts. His wishlist was flooded with purchases, and soon, diapers of all kinds began arriving at his doorstep, so many that he could barely fit them all in the small closet of his apartment bedroom.
One evening, Leo looked at the mountain of diapers piled high in his closet and made a decision. He grabbed a black garbage bag and began stuffing it with his regular underwear, clearing out his dresser drawers one by one. He replaced them with his new collection of diapers, each one a symbol of his commitment to this new life. He even went so far as to padlock his toilet, a physical and symbolic gesture of his dedication to using his diapers full-time.
As he stood back and surveyed his handiwork, a sense of pride and accomplishment washed over him. He was no longer just a lion exploring a fetish; he was a lion embracing a part of himself that he never knew existed. And he was ready to share it with the world, ready to live it, ready to be it, every day, every night, every moment.
One morning, Leo arrived at work with a thick diaper and plastic pants hidden beneath his work pants. The bulge was more prominent than ever, a clear and visible sign of his commitment. He walked with a newfound confidence, his head held high, his shoulders back, his heart open and ready.
As he passed Grayson’s workspace in the docking area, he noticed the wolf shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes gravitating to Leo’s prominent bulge. Leo smiled wryly. He confidently walked over to Grayson.
“Need a change, pup?” he asked.
Grayson nodded slightly. “Yes, please and thank you.”
“Good boy. Come with me.”
He led Grayson to the employee restroom, locking the door behind them. He turned to Grayson, his voice filled with authority and command.
“Strip,” he ordered Grayson.
Grayson hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to undress, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, the zipper of his pants. Leo watched him, his cock hardening beneath his own thick diaper.
As Grayson stood there, thickly diapered and vulnerable, Leo stepped closer, his paws reaching out to grip the wolf’s hips. He could feel the heat radiating off Grayson’s body, could smell the wet diaper musk stirring around the wolf’s waist.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up and changed into a fresh diaper. You’ve been such a good pup, using your diaper because you need diapers.”
And as he changed Grayson’s diaper, his paws gentle and sure, his touch loving and kind, he knew that he had found something special. He had found acceptance, understanding, and a little bit of purpose. And he knew that he would never let it go, never give it up, never turn back. He was a diaper-wearing lion, proud and free and happy. And he was finally, truly, completely himself.
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