Author’s Note: All characters featured in this story are over the age of 18.
The high school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter of students rushing to their next class. The Physical Science room, with its faint smell of disinfectant and chalk dust, was no exception. Mr. Thompson, the aging tortoise teacher, had just announced the pairs for the upcoming group project. Among them was Bruno, a broad-shouldered brown bear with a quiet demeanor, and Chase, a sleek, confident cheetah who was one of the few openly gay students in the school.
Bruno was the kind of bear who turned heads when he walked down the hall. Standing at an imposing 6’5″, his broad shoulders and muscular frame were a testament to his role as the star linebacker on the school’s football team. His thick, chocolate-brown fur was always neatly groomed, though a few tufts often stuck out around his ears, giving him a slightly rugged, but approachable look. His amber eyes were warm but carried a quiet intensity, especially when he was focused on something — or someone.
His football jersey, which he wore proudly even on non-game days, clung to his powerful chest and arms, the fabric stretching slightly over his well-defined muscles. His paws were large and strong, with faint scars along the knuckles from years of tackles and training. Despite his intimidating size, Bruno had a gentle demeanor, his deep voice often softening when he spoke to others. He moved with the grace of someone who was used to his body, his steps confident but never aggressive.
Chase was the kind of cheetah who exuded effortless charm. His sleek, golden fur was dotted with perfectly defined black spots that seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. His frame was lean and athletic, though not as bulky as Bruno’s, with a graceful posture that made him seem almost regal. His face was strikingly handsome, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that gave him an air of sophistication. A pair of thin, rectangular eyeglasses rested on his slender muzzle, the frames a stylish dark brown that complemented his fur. Behind those glasses, his golden eyes were sharp and observant, always seeming to notice the smallest details.
Chase’s voice was soft and melodic, carrying an effeminate lilt that made every word sound deliberate and thoughtful. He spoke with a calm, measured tone, never raising his voice but always commanding attention when he did speak. His movements were fluid and deliberate, from the way he adjusted his glasses with a single finger to the gentle flick of his tail when he was deep in thought. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, never needing to prove anything to anyone.
Bruno had noticed Chase glancing at him during class before, but he hadn’t thought much of it — until now. As they sat side by side at their lab table, Chase’s golden eyes lingered on Bruno a little longer than necessary, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Bruno felt a warmth spread through his chest, though he tried to focus on the assignment.
“So,” Chase began, his voice smooth and teasing, “you’re good with numbers, right? Because I’m more of a paws-on kind of guy.” He leaned in slightly, his tail flicking behind him.
Bruno chuckled nervously, his deep voice rumbling. “Yeah, I can handle the calculations. Just don’t blow anything up, alright?”
Chase laughed, a bright, infectious sound that made Bruno’s ears twitch. “No promises,” he said, winking.
As they worked on their project, Chase’s flirting became impossible to ignore. Every time he passed a beaker or a stack of notes across the table, his slender paw would linger just a moment too long, brushing against Bruno’s larger, rougher one. The contact was fleeting but electric, making Bruno’s heart skip in a rather playful way; he couldn’t quite explain it. Chase’s comments, once playful and light, began to carry a sharper edge of intent. “You know,” he said at one point, his voice low and teasing, “you’re stronger than you look. I bet you could lift me with one arm.” He punctuated the remark with a wink, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses.
Bruno, who had always identified as straight, found himself caught off guard by the cheetah’s advances. He was used to being the one who intimidated others with his size and strength, not the one who felt his heart race under someone else’s gaze. Yet, there was something about Chase’s confidence, the way he seemed to see right through Bruno’s tough exterior, that both flustered and intrigued him. Bruno’s usual composure wavered, his deep voice stumbling over his words as he tried to respond to Chase’s teasing. He wasn’t sure how to act, but he couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward the cheetah.
For the first time, Bruno allowed himself to consider the possibility that there might be more to his feelings than he’d ever admitted. Chase’s boldness was awakening something in him, a curiosity he hadn’t known he possessed. He found himself wondering what it would be like to explore this spark between them, to see where Chase’s playful advances might lead. It was uncharted territory, but for once, Bruno wasn’t afraid to step into the unknown.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Chase casually bent down to retrieve his backpack from under the desk. As he did, the hem of his fitted shirt rode up slightly, revealing the unmistakable elastic waistband of a thick diaper. Bruno’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes locking onto the unexpected sight. His pulse quickened, and a rush of heat flooded through him, pooling in his core. He felt his body react almost instantly, a tightness forming in his pants that he couldn’t ignore. His ears burned with embarrassment by proxy and arousal, and he quickly shifted in his seat, crossing his legs and adjusting his posture to hide the growing bulge.
Bruno’s mind raced, trying to make sense of his reaction. He had never considered something like this before, and yet, the sight of Chase’s diaper had stirred something deep within him. He couldn’t understand why he was so drawn to it, but the thought of Chase’s risky public display — wearing something so private and vulnerable in such a public setting — sent a thrill through him. His imagination began to spiral. He wondered if Chase had wet his diaper: a shocking and strangely enticing concept, indeed. He even caught himself imagining what it might smell like, the thought causing his erection to throb uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans.
Bruno clenched his fists, trying to will away the arousal that threatened to betray him. He glanced around the room, paranoid that someone might have noticed his reaction, but the other students were too busy packing up and chatting to pay him any attention. He took a few deep breaths, focusing on the mundane details of the classroom — the hum of the fluorescent lights, the faint scent of chalk dust, the mindless chatter from students surrounding him — until his body finally began to calm down.
Just as he managed to get his erection to subside, Chase straightened up, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. He turned to Bruno with that same playful smirk. “Hey,” Chase said, his voice smooth and casual, “you wanna hang out after school? Maybe grab a bite or something?”
Bruno hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. But the thought of spending more time with Chase, of exploring whatever this strange connection between them was, proved too tempting to resist. “Uh, yeah,” Bruno replied, his deep voice slightly rougher than usual. “I’ve got varsity football practice, but after that… yeah, I’m free. I’d be down to hang.”
Chase’s smile widened, and he gave Bruno a playful nudge with his elbow. “Cool. I’ll catch you later, then.” With that, he turned and sauntered out of the classroom, his tail flicking behind him.
After football practice, Bruno sat on the bleachers with his teammates, the cool evening air a welcome relief after hours of intense drills. The team was in high spirits, laughing and joking as they rehydrated and stretched out their sore muscles. One of Bruno’s teammates, a boisterous fox named Derek, leaned back with a grin and launched into a story.
“So, get this,” Derek began, his tail swishing animatedly. “Last weekend, my buddy Jake went to this house party, right? Dude got wasted. Like, way past his limit. And guess what? He ended up pissing himself right in the middle of the living room, in front of everyone! I saw the whole thing! It was so fucking embarrassing. Oh my God, bro!”
The group erupted into laughter, a few of the guys nearly spitting out their water. Bruno chuckled along, though his mind immediately drifted to Chase. The image of someone losing control in such a public way — especially someone as composed and confident as Chase — stimulated him. He tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, stubborn and insistent.
“Wait, wait,” another teammate, a raccoon named Marcus, interjected. “Are you sure he didn’t do it on purpose? Like, maybe he was into that or something? You said he was smirking, right?”
Derek shrugged, still grinning. “I mean, maybe? Dude was pretty out of it, but he did have this weird look on his face, like he was enjoying himself or something. I don’t know, man. People are weird.”
The group debated the idea, some of them laughing at the absurdity while others speculated about Jake’s possible motivations. Bruno stayed quiet, his thoughts consumed by Chase. He wondered if Chase had ever wet himself in class, right there in front of everyone, and no one had noticed. The idea was strangely hot. Bruno’s mind conjured up vivid scenarios: Chase shifting uncomfortably in his seat, the faint sound of crinkling beneath his clothes, the subtle scent of urine that might have gone unnoticed by everyone but him. Or maybe he might have — no, wait. The heavy odor. People would know. Bruno felt the warming of his cheeks at the thought.
Bruno shifted on the bleachers, trying to discreetly adjust himself as his body reacted to the thoughts. He couldn’t shake the image of Chase’s diaper, the way it had peeked out from under his shirt, and the possibility that it might have been used. The thought made his pulse quicken, and he had to force himself to focus on the conversation around him.
Eventually, the group started to disperse, heading home or to their cars. Bruno lingered for a moment, checking his phone to see if Chase had texted him. Sure enough, there was a message waiting: “Hey, practice over? Wanna meet at the diner on 5th?”
Bruno hesitated for a moment, his mind still racing with the thoughts he couldn’t quite shake. But the idea of seeing Chase again proved too tempting to resist. He typed out a quick reply: “Yeah, just finished. I’ll meet you there in 20.”
The diner on 5th Street was a cozy, retro-style spot with checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox in the corner that played soft rock classics. Bruno slid into the booth across from Chase, who was already sipping on a milkshake. The cheetah looked effortlessly stylish, as always, his glasses catching the warm glow of the overhead lights.
They started with small talk, catching up on their days and sharing a few laughs. Eventually, the conversation turned to the story Bruno had heard from his teammates earlier. “So,” Bruno began, trying to sound casual, “you hear about that guy who wet his pants at a party last weekend? Apparently, he was so drunk he didn’t even care.”
Chase raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Oh, I heard about that. Sounds like he had a wild night. Honestly, though, accidents happen. Can’t say I’d want to be in his shoes — or his pants, for that matter. Or maybe I would. Who knows?”
Bruno chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. “I mean, that’s something to expect when someone is totally wasted, right? But he did it in front of so many people. And there were photos and videos being passed around. And I’m like, ‘Damn. If that happened to me, I’d be dead. So dead,’ because that kind of shit lasts forever on the Internet. I wish Man, I wouldn’t have to worry about something like that if I ever got that drunk. That’s gotta be humiliating.”
Chase leaned back in the booth, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he crossed his arms. He studied Bruno for a moment, his gaze sharp and knowing. “You know,” he said, his tone light but deliberate, “there’s an easy solution to that. You just have to be prepared.” He paused, his smirk widening. “Like, say, wearing a diaper. It’s not like anyone would notice unless you wanted them to.”
Bruno’s ears twitched, and he felt a flush of heat rise to his face. He hadn’t expected Chase to bring up the subject so directly. He opened his mouth to respond, but Chase cut him off with a playful wave of his paw.
“And speaking of,” Chase continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I noticed you checking mine out in class today. Don’t think I didn’t see that look on your face.”
Bruno froze, his heart pounding. He hadn’t realized he’d been so obvious. “I—uh, I didn’t mean to—” he stammered, his deep voice faltering.
Chase laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made Bruno’s stomach flutter. “Relax, big guy. I’m not mad. In fact, I’m kind of flattered. It’s not every day someone like you gets so interested in something like that.”
Bruno swallowed hard, his mind racing. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but the way Chase was looking at him — playful, confident, and just a little bit daring — made it impossible to look away. “I guess I just… didn’t expect it,” Bruno admitted, his voice low. “But it’s kind of intriguing. I mean, I don’t know if ‘intriguing’ is the right word. I’m sorry if that came across as insensitive by saying —”
Chase’s smile softened, and he leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his paw. “Intriguing, huh? Well, maybe we should explore that. I want to know what you mean by ‘intriguing.’”
Bruno felt a shiver run down his spine. The way Chase was flirting with him, so openly and unapologetically, was thrilling and nerve-wracking. He wasn’t used to being pursued like this, but he couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward the cheetah. “Yeah,” Bruno said, his voice steadying. “Maybe I’d like that.”
Chase’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he took another sip of his milkshake. “Good.”
After they finished their meal at the diner, Chase tossed his keys in the air and caught them with a playful grin. “Come on, big guy,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Let’s take this conversation somewhere a little more private.” Bruno hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but the curiosity — and the undeniable attraction he felt toward Chase — won out. He followed the cheetah to his truck, a beat-up but reliable pickup with a few stickers on the back window.
As soon as they climbed inside, the atmosphere shifted. The close quarters of the truck cab seemed to amplify the tension between them. Chase turned the key in the ignition, and the engine rumbled to life. He glanced at Bruno, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “So,” he said, his tone light but laced with intent, “you wanted to inspect my diaper, huh?”
Bruno felt his face flush, but he didn’t back down. “Yeah,” he admitted, his deep voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I don’t know why, but I can’t get it out of my head.”
Chase chuckled. “Honestly, I’m kind of honored, to have a big jock like yourself liking something about me that’s so fragrant,” he said. “Not everyone gets it, you know? But you… you’re special.”
Bruno wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he stayed quiet, his eyes fixed on Chase as the cheetah drove them out of town. The streets grew quieter, the buildings fewer and farther between, until they were on a country road surrounded by nothing but trees and the occasional flicker of moonlight through the branches.
Chase pulled the truck over to the side of the road and put it in park. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the engine and the rustle of leaves outside. Then Chase turned to Bruno, his expression serious but still playful. “You really want to see it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bruno nodded, his throat dry. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “I do.”
Chase held his gaze for a moment, then smiled. “Alright,” he said, his tone light but deliberate. “But just so you know, it’s pretty fucking wet. I wasn’t kidding about being prepared.”
Bruno’s breath hitched, but he didn’t look away. “I figured,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside him.
Chase’s smile widened, and he reached for the waistband of his pants. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled them down, revealing the thick, sopping wet diaper beneath. Bruno’s eyes widened, his pulse quickening as he took in the sight. The diaper was clearly well-used, the plastic sagging slightly under the weight of its contents. The leg gathers were damp, and the faint scent of musk filled the cab of the truck.
Bruno’s mind raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his curiosity — and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name — driving him forward. Chase watched him intently, his golden eyes gleaming.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Chase broke the silence, his voice soft but steady. “Well?” he said, his tone teasing but not unkind. “What do you think?”
Bruno’s breath hitched as he stared at the soaked diaper, his cock twitching in his pants. He hadn’t expected the sight to hit him this hard, but the musky scent and the sheer vulnerability of it all had him throbbing. Chase’s eyes were locked on him, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed Bruno’s face. The cheetah’s smirk was back, wider now, more confident, as if he knew exactly what was going through Bruno’s mind.
“Well?” Chase repeated, his voice low and teasing. “You gonna just sit there and stare, or are you gonna do something about it?”
Bruno swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel the heat radiating off Chase, the way the cheetah’s body seemed to hum with anticipation. Bruno’s fingers twitched, itching to touch, to explore, but he hesitated. This was so far out of his comfort zone, so far from anything he’d ever done before, but goddamn, he wanted it. He wanted it bad.
“Fuck,” Bruno muttered under his breath, his voice rough with need. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Chase chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Bruno’s spine. “That’s the point, big guy. You’re not supposed to think. Just feel. Smell.” He reached out, his paw brushing against Bruno’s thigh, the touch electric. “You wanna get closer to it, don’t you? Go ahead. I won’t bite.”
Bruno’s heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. He glanced down at the diaper again, the way it clung to Chase’s hips, the dampness seeping through the leg gathers. The scent was stronger now, musky and raw, and it was driving him fucking wild. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the wet plastic.
Chase let out a soft moan, his hips shifting slightly under Bruno’s touch. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with unbridled lust. “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
Bruno’s cock was straining against his jeans now, the pressure almost unbearable. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, couldn’t believe how fucking turned on he was by this. His fingers traced the edge of the diaper, feeling the dampness, the warmth, and he let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck, Chase,” Bruno growled, his voice rough, as he plunged his snout into Chase’s diaper. “I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me, but I can’t get enough of this.”
Chase’s smirk widened, and he leaned back against the seat, spreading his legs slightly. “Nothing’s wrong with you, big guy. You’re just finally letting yourself feel what you really want. And trust me, I’m more than happy to help you explore that.”
Bruno’s fingers dug into the wet diaper, his cock throbbing as he felt the squish of it under his touch. He could feel Chase’s heat through the plastic, the way the cheetah’s body responded to his touch. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and Bruno knew he was in way over his head. But he didn’t care. He wanted more. He needed more.
“Fuck it,” Bruno muttered, his voice low and desperate. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Chase’s neck, his breath hot against the cheetah’s skin. “I can’t stop.”
Chase’s paw slid up Bruno’s thigh, his claws lightly scraping against the fabric of his jeans. “Then don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice dripping with need. “Just let go, Bruno. Let me show you how good it can feel.”
Bruno moved his head up and faced Chase, with their noses touching. Bruno’s lips crashed against Chase’s, his tongue plunging into the cheetah’s mouth as his paws fumbled with the waistband of the diaper. He could feel Chase’s cock straining against the wet padding, and the thought of it had him fucking desperate. He needed to feel it, needed to taste it, needed to bury himself in the cheetah and lose himself completely.
Chase moaned into the kiss, his hips bucking up against Bruno’s touch. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Bruno’s fingers finally found the edge of the diaper, and he yanked it down, exposing Chase’s surprisingly plentiful cock, hard and dripping with pre-cum. The sight of it had Bruno’s mouth watering, and he didn’t hesitate. But as he was about to drop his head and wrap his lips wrapping around Chase’s cock, Chase let out a strangled moan.
“Not yet,” Chase said breathlessly. “I need to go again.”
“What do you mean ‘go again’?”
“I have to poop my diaper. I’m going to poop my diaper,” Chase confessed. “I’m lactose intolerant. I drank the milkshake. Get under my diaper. Now.”
“Fuck, Chase,” Bruno gasped.
Bruno’s mind was a whirlwind of lust and raw, unfiltered desire as he positioned himself under Chase’s diapered rear. The cheetah’s words echoed in his head, sending a pleasurable jolt straight to his cock. “I’m going to poop my diaper.” The sheer audacity of it, the complete lack of shame, had Bruno’s pulse racing. He could feel the heat radiating off Chase’s body, the way the cheetah’s muscles tensed as he prepared to let go. Bruno’s mouth was dry, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, and he couldn’t believe how fucking turned on he was by this.
Chase’s voice was breathless, almost desperate, as he leaned back slightly, his paws gripping the edge of the seat for support. “Get under there, Bruno,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m not gonna hold it much longer.”
Bruno didn’t need to be told twice. He slid down, his broad shoulders fitting awkwardly but comfortably enough under Chase’s thighs. The cheetah’s diaper was already wet, the plastic crinkling softly as Bruno adjusted his position. He could feel the warmth of Chase’s body through the padding, the faint scent of musk filling his nostrils. His cock twitched in response, and he had to fight the urge to reach down and stroke himself. This was about Chase, about giving the cheetah exactly what he wanted, and Bruno was determined to deliver.
As Bruno settled in, his face inches from Chase’s diapered ass, he heard the cheetah let out a low huffing noise. The sound sent a shiver down Bruno’s spine, and he held his breath, waiting. Then it happened. A loud, wet blort echoed through the cab of the truck, followed by the unmistakable sensation of the diaper expanding against Bruno’s face. The smell hit him almost immediately — strong, earthy, and unapologetically raw. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Bruno’s cock throbbed, and he had to bite back a moan as the weight of Chase’s mess pressed against him.
“Fuck, Chase,” Bruno muttered, his voice muffled by the diaper. “This is so fucking hot.”
Chase let out a shaky laugh, his hips shifting slightly as he relaxed into the mess he’d just made. “Told you,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re not gonna forget this anytime soon, big guy.”
Bruno couldn’t argue with that. The sensation of the warm, messy diaper against his face, the smell, the way Chase’s body moved above him — it was all too much. He reached up, his paws gripping Chase’s hips as he pressed his face deeper into the diaper, inhaling the musky, pungent scent. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the fabric of his jeans, and he couldn’t help but grind against the floor of the truck in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
Chase moaned above him, his paws tangling in Bruno’s fur as he rocked his hips slightly, grinding his messy diaper against Bruno’s face. “You like that, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low and husky. “You like being under me, smelling my mess, feeling how fucking dirty I am. And I’m proud to be dirty.”
Bruno couldn’t speak, his mouth too preoccupied with the diaper pressed against it, but he didn’t need to. The way his body responded, the way his cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum into his jeans, was answer enough. He reached down with one paw, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to free his aching cock. He needed relief, needed to cum, and he needed it now.
Chase seemed to sense Bruno’s desperation, because he let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Go ahead, big guy,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Stroke that cock. I wanna feel you cum while you’re buried in my dirty diaper.”
He yanked his cock free from his jeans, his hand wrapping around the thick length as he began to stroke himself furiously. The sensation of his own paw on his cock, combined with the overwhelming smell and feel of Chase’s messy diaper, was too much. Bruno’s hips bucked, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he teetered on the edge of orgasm.
“That’s it,” Chase purred, his voice a low, sultry rumble. “Cum for me, Bruno. Cum while you’re smelling my mess, while you’re under me, where you belong.”
Bruno’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came hard, his cum splattering across the floor of the truck. He let out a muffled groan, his body trembling with the force of his release as he buried his face deeper into Chase’s diaper, inhaling the cheetah’s scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Chase laughed softly above him, his paws stroking Bruno’s fur as the wolf rode out his orgasm. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice warm and approving. “You did so good, Bruno.”
After the two calmed down, regained their composure and Chase changed out of his dirty diaper, Chase asked Bruno if he was interested in wearing diapers. Bruno reluctantly said yes. Chase told him it would be easier for Bruno to accept wearing diapers if he wasn’t given a choice. Chase revealed that he worked part-time as a general laborer for a construction company, oftentimes working on housing projects that had no restrooms or portable toilets available onsite, so he decided to wear diapers and grew accustomed to not only wearing them, but liking them. Chase encouraged him to apply for a job there if he was interested in earning extra cash while being diapered on the job. Bruno decided to move forward with applying.
After the intensity of their encounter in the truck, the two of them sat in silence for a while, the air thick with the lingering scent of Chase’s messy diaper and the faint musk of their shared arousal. Bruno’s heart was still racing, his mind trying to process everything that had just happened. He’d never done anything like that before, never even imagined it, but now that it was over, he couldn’t deny how fucking good it had felt. Chase, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, leaning back in the driver’s seat with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Once they’d both caught their breath, Chase reached into the backseat and pulled out a fresh diaper, along with a pack of wipes. He cleaned himself up with practiced ease, the crinkle of the new diaper filling the cab as he fastened it around his hips. Bruno watched him, his cock twitching slightly at the sight, even though he’d just cum moments ago. There was something about the way Chase handled himself, so confident and unashamed, that Bruno found incredibly hot.
As Chase finished changing, he turned to Bruno. “So,” he said, his tone casual but laced with intent, “you ever think about wearing one of these?” He held up the fresh diaper, the plastic crinkling softly in his paw.
Bruno’s ears twitched, and he felt a flush of heat rise to his face. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Part of him wanted to say no, to brush it off as some kind of joke, but another part of him — a part that was growing harder to ignore — was curious. The way Chase had looked in that diaper, the way it had felt against his face, the way it had smelled… it had all been so intense, and Bruno couldn’t deny that the idea of wearing one himself was intriguing.
“I don’t know,” Bruno stammered, his deep voice faltering. “I mean, I’ve never really thought about it before, but… I guess I’d be willing to try it. Maybe.”
Chase’s smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto Bruno’s. “You know,” he said, his voice teasing, “it’s easier to accept wearing diapers if you don’t have a choice. Once you’re in one, you’ll realize how comfortable they are, and you won’t want to go back.”
Bruno swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for something like that, but the way Chase was looking at him made it impossible to say no. “Alright,” he said, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. “I’ll try it. But only if you help me.”
Chase’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he reached out, his paw brushing against Bruno’s thigh. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “But before we get into that, there’s something else I want to talk to you about.”
Bruno raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”
Chase leaned back in his seat. “I work part-time as a general laborer for a construction company,” he explained. “We’re usually working on housing projects out in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no restrooms or portable toilets onsite. It’s a pain in the ass, literally, so I started wearing diapers on the job. At first, it was just out of necessity, but then I realized how convenient it was. No more running off to find a bush or holding it in for hours. Plus, it’s kind of freeing, you know? Like, you don’t have to worry about anything. You can just focus on the work.”
Bruno listened intently, his curiosity growing with every word. He’d never thought about it like that before, but it made sense. If you were out in the middle of nowhere with no bathrooms, wearing a diaper would definitely make things easier. And the way Chase talked about it, so casually and confidently, made it seem like it made total sense.
“Anyway,” Chase continued, his tone light but deliberate, “I was thinking… if you’re interested in earning some extra cash, you should apply for a job there. The pay’s decent, and it’s a good way to get used to wearing diapers. Plus, you’d be working with me, so I could show you the ropes.”
Bruno’s mind raced as he considered the offer. He’d been looking for a way to make some extra money, and the idea of working with Chase was definitely appealing. Plus, the thought of wearing a diaper on the job, of being forced to rely on it, was strangely exciting. It was like Chase had said — once he was in one, he wouldn’t have a choice. He’d have to get used to it, and maybe, just maybe, he’d start to like it.
“Alright,” Bruno said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside him. “I’ll do it. I’ll apply.”
Chase’s smile widened, and he reached out, his paw resting on Bruno’s shoulder. “Good,” he said, his tone warm and approving. “I’ll put in a good word for you.”
# # #
Bruno sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, staring at the number Chase had given him for Bay Builders. His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty. He’d never been great at job interviews, and the thought of talking to one of the owners of the company was intimidating. But Chase had assured him it would be fine, and Bruno trusted him. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number and waited.
After a few rings, a deep, gruff voice answered. “Bay Builders, this is Oliver.”
Bruno cleared his throat, trying to sound confident. “Hi, uh, my name’s Bruno. I’m calling about the laborer position. Chase said you might be hiring?”
There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Oliver chuckled. “Ah, yeah. Chase mentioned you’d be calling. Said you’re a big, strong guy looking to get your hands dirty. That right?”
Bruno felt some relief. At least Oliver already knew who he was. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said, his voice steadying. “I don’t have a ton of experience, but I’m strong, and I’m a fast learner. I’m really looking forward to getting involved and learning as much as I can.”
Oliver grunted in approval. “Good attitude. That’s what we like to hear. This job’s not for everyone — it’s hard work, long hours, and you’re out in the elements all day. But if you’re willing to put in the effort, we’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
Bruno nodded, even though Oliver couldn’t see him. “I’m ready for that. I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“Glad to hear it,” Oliver said. “Alright, Bruno, here’s the deal. We’ve got a big project starting tomorrow, and we could use an extra pair of hands. You think you’re ready to jump in?”
Bruno’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected to start so soon, but he wasn’t about to back down now. “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said, his voice firm. “Just tell me where to be and when.”
Oliver laughed, a deep, hearty sound. “That’s the spirit. Be at the site at 6 a.m. sharp. I’ll text you the address. Wear sturdy boots and bring gloves. We’ll get you set up with everything else you need when you get here.”
Bruno nodded, a grin spreading across his face despite his nerves. “Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
“Good man,” Oliver said. “Looking forward to having you on the team, Bruno. See you tomorrow.”
As Bruno hung up the phone, he let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The conversation had gone better than he’d expected, and he felt a surge of excitement mixed with nervous energy. Tomorrow was the start of something new, and he was ready to dive in headfirst.
He glanced over at Chase, who was lounging on the couch at the cheetah’s house with a knowing smirk on his face. “Well?” Chase asked. “You in?”
Bruno grinned, his confidence growing. “Yeah, I’m in. Oliver wants me to start tomorrow.”
Chase’s smirk widened, and he raised his soda can in a mock toast. “Sweet! Welcome to the team!”
And as he sat there, the crinkle of the diaper Chase had lent him a constant reminder of the path he’d chosen, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.
The next morning, Bruno arrived at the job site bright and early, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The site was a sprawling housing development in the middle of nowhere. Just like Chase told him, there were no restrooms or porta potties in sight, just piles of lumber, heavy machinery, and a crew of workers bustling about.
Chase was already there, leaning against his truck with a cup of coffee in his paw. He grinned when he saw Bruno. “You ready for this, big guy?” he asked.
Bruno nodded, his grip tightening on the bag of gear he’d brought. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m ready.”
Chase’s grin widened, and he clapped Bruno on the shoulder. “Good. Let’s get to work.”
Bruno wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscles aching as he hauled another load of bricks across the uneven terrain. The sun was already beating down, and the physical toll of the job was hitting him harder than he’d expected. He’d only been at it for an hour, but his arms and legs were already screaming for a break. Still, he pushed through, determined to prove himself. The diaper he was wearing, though still a strange sensation, was proving to be a godsend. He hadn’t realized how much of a hassle it would have been to stop working every time he needed to take a leak. Now, he could just keep going, no interruptions.
As he set down the bricks, Bruno glanced over at Chase, who was loading up another wheelbarrow with practiced ease. The cheetah seemed completely unfazed by the physical demands of the job, his eyes focused and his movements smooth. Bruno couldn’t help but feel admiration. Chase had been doing this for a while, and it showed.
“You holding up okay?” Chase asked.
Bruno nodded, though he was pretty sure the exhaustion was written all over his face. “Yeah, I’m good. Just not used to this kind of work, I guess. But I think I got it, well, maybe.” He laughed.
Chase chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Just keep pushing through. And hey, at least you’ve got the diaper. Trust me, it’s a lifesaver out here.”
Bruno couldn’t argue with that. The diaper had already saved him from having to stop and find a place to relieve himself, and he was starting to see why Chase and the others swore by them. Still, the novelty of it hadn’t worn off, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. He glanced around the site, taking in the other workers — mostly raccoons, a few foxes, and a couple of wolves — all of them focused on their tasks.
As the morning wore on, Bruno found himself falling into a rhythm, the work becoming slightly more bearable as he got used to the pace. The banter between the crew helped, too. They were a rough bunch, but they were friendly enough, and they seemed to appreciate Bruno’s efforts.
“Hey, new guy,” one of the raccoons called out as Bruno passed by with another load of bricks. “You’re holding up pretty good for a rookie. Keep it up, and you might just survive the day.”
Bruno grinned, despite the ache in his muscles. “Thanks. I’ll do my best.”
At one point, Bruno decided to humor himself. He’d been holding it in for a while, was getting overdue for a change, and the pressure in his bladder was starting to become noticeable. He knew the answer already, but he couldn’t resist asking Oliver, just to see how the raccoon would respond.
“Hey, Oliver,” Bruno called out as the raccoon walked by. “Where’s the restroom around here? I need to take a leak.”
Oliver stopped in his tracks, turning to face Bruno with a raised eyebrow. For a moment, he just stared at Bruno, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, Oliver shifted his stance slightly, his eyes locking onto Bruno’s. A faint wetting sound followed, and Bruno’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Oliver was pissing himself, right there in front of him, his pants darkening as his piss soaked through.
Bruno’s cock twitching in his diaper at the sight. He hadn’t expected Oliver to respond like that, but he couldn’t deny how fucking hot it was. The raccoon’s complete lack of shame, the way he just stood there, pissing himself without a care in the world — it was mesmerizing.
Oliver smirked. “That’s your restroom, kid,” he said, his tone light. “Out here, we don’t stop for piss breaks. You’ve got a diaper for a reason. Use it.”
Bruno swallowed hard. “Wait. How did you know I —”
“The cheetah boy told me. Relax. You’re in good company.”
He could feel the pressure in his own bladder, and the thought of just letting go, right there in front of everyone, was exciting. But the way Oliver was looking at him, so confident and unashamed, made it impossible to resist.
“Yeah,” Bruno muttered, his voice rough. “It appears that way.”
Oliver’s smirk widened, and he clapped Bruno on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Welcome to the crew, kid.”
As Oliver walked away, Bruno felt a shiver run down his spine. He glanced around the site, taking in the other workers, all of them focused on their tasks, none of them batting an eye at what had just happened. It was just another day on the job for them, and Bruno was starting to understand why.
Taking a deep breath, Bruno shifted his stance slightly, letting the pressure in his bladder finally release. The warm sensation spread through his diaper, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of relief. Out here, there were no rules, no shame — just the work, and the camaraderie of the crew.
After a grueling morning of hauling bricks and pushing wheelbarrows, the crew finally took a break. Bruno slumped down on a stack of lumber, his muscles aching but his spirits surprisingly high. The work was hard, but the jokes and rants among the crew made it bearable. Chase plopped down next to him, cracking open bottled water and taking a long swig before passing it to Bruno.
“So,” Chase said, “what do you think of Bay Builders so far? Not your average construction company, huh?”
Bruno chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Yeah, no kidding. I mean, I knew it was gonna be different, but I didn’t expect it to be this different. This is all a shock to me, if I’m being honest.”
Chase grinned. “Oh, you haven’t seen the half of it yet.”
Bruno raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s the other ‘half’? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question. Can I take that one back?” He chuckled nervously.
Chase leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “No, but listen: here’s the inside scoop. The crew’s got this chat app we all use. Mostly, it’s for work stuff — scheduling, updates, that kind of thing. That’s what it’s supposed to be used for. But sometimes… well, let’s just say it gets a little more personal.”
Bruno’s ears twitched, his curiosity piqued. “Personal how?”
Chase smirked, pulling out his phone and unlocking it with a few quick taps. He opened the chat app and handed the phone to Bruno. “Take a look for yourself.”
Bruno hesitated for a moment, then took the phone. The screen was filled with messages from the crew, most of them about work-related tasks and updates. But as he scrolled down, he noticed something else — photos. Lots of them. Photos of diapers, some clean, some not so clean. There were messages like, “Hey, who’s up for a change?” and “I’m soaked, someone help me out.” Bruno’s eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. The crew wasn’t just wearing diapers — they were openly sharing photos of them, asking for help with changes, and treating it all like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Holy shit,” Bruno muttered. “This is crazy.”
Chase laughed, taking the phone back. “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking crazy, right? But it works for us. Out here, there’s no time to be shy. If you need a change, you ask for one. No judgment, no shame. None whatsoever. It’s just part of the job.”
Bruno’s cock twitched in in his warm and moist diaper at the thought. The idea of being so open, so vulnerable, with his coworkers was utterly fascinating. But the way Chase talked about it, so casually and confidently, made it seem like this was the norm for everyone who ever walked the Earth.
“So anyone can just ask for a change?” Bruno asked, his voice hesitant. “Because that still feels so forward to me, you know? I have a hard time wrapping my head around that.”
Chase nodded, his smirk widening. “Yep. Anyone. And trust me, it’s not as weird as you think. Once you get used to it, it’s just normal. Not a big deal. Hell, I’ve changed Oliver a few times, and he’s changed me. It’s no big deal.”
Bruno’s mind raced as he tried to process everything. The idea of being changed by one of his coworkers, or even changing someone else, was so far outside his comfort zone, but it was also kind of hot. The thought of being that vulnerable, that intimate, with someone like Chase or Oliver was strangely arousing. And it was even more thrilling to be changed by relative strangers who could easily ask someone like Bruno to reciprocate.
“Oh wow. I honestly don’t know if I could do that,” Bruno admitted, his voice low. “I mean, it’s one thing to wear a diaper, but to ask someone to change me? Or me to change them? That’s a lot.”
Chase’s expression softened, and he reached out, his paw resting on Bruno’s shoulder. “I get it, man. It’s a lot to take in. But trust me, once you’ve been here a while, it’ll feel like second nature. And hey, if you ever need a change, you can always ask me.”
Bruno felt a surge of gratitude toward Chase. But there was something deeper — something he couldn’t quite explain or name. The cheetah had been nothing but supportive since they’d met, and Bruno knew he wouldn’t have had the courage to take this step without him.
“Thanks, Chase,” Bruno said, his voice sincere. “I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Chase’s smirk softened into a genuine smile, and he gave Bruno’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. ““Don’t mention it. But I wouldn’t mind a little something-something after work,” he said with a suggestive wink.
Bruno snorted. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. I’m very much in the mood right now, not going to lie.”
Ever since he’d joined the crew and started wearing diapers, Bruno struggled to keep his urges under control. The combination of the intense work, the casual and occasionally racy camaraderie, the taboo and unusual normalcy of it all had left him constantly on edge, his cock throbbing in his diaper more often than not.
Chase burst out laughing. “Welcome to the club, big guy. Trust me, you’re not the only one. Most of the crew’s either gay or bi. If you’re looking to blow off some steam, you won’t have any trouble finding someone to help you out.”
Bruno’s eyes widened. “Wait, seriously? You’re telling me I could just ask someone?”
Chase nodded, his smirk widening. “Yep. It’s not like we’re shy around here. Hell, half the crew’s probably thinking the same thing you are right now. Just gotta find the right moment.”
Before Bruno could respond, Oliver walked up, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a casual grin on his face. The raccoon’s eyes flicked between Bruno and Chase, and Bruno couldn’t help but notice the way Oliver’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and knowing.
“Alright, boys,” Oliver said, his tone light but laced with authority. “We’ve got a few more hours of work left, so let’s keep the momentum going. Bruno, you’ve been holding up pretty good for a rookie. I’m impressed.”
Bruno felt a flush of heat rise to his face, but he didn’t back down. “Thanks, Oliver. I’m just trying to keep up.”
Oliver’s grin widened, and he took a step closer, his eyes locking onto Bruno’s. “You’re doing more than keeping up. I’ve been watching you, and I gotta say… I do like what I see. You’ve adapted to the job faster than most. And that diaper of yours? Smells like you’re fitting right in.”
Bruno exhaled loudly, with hot air coming out of his nostrils, at Oliver’s words. He hadn’t expected the raccoon to be so forward, but he couldn’t deny how hot it was.
“Yeah?” Bruno said, his voice rough. “Well, I guess I’ve got a good teacher.” Bruno pointed to Oliver’s piss-stained pants.
Oliver chuckled. “Damn right you do. And speaking of teaching, I gotta admit, I was testing you earlier. When I pissed myself in front of you? That was to see how you’d react. And let me tell you, you passed with flying colors.”
Bruno couldn’t help but grin.
“Well, I guess I’m a quick learner,” Bruno said.
Oliver’s grin widened, and he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry rumble. “Yeah, you are. I like that about you. Maybe I should figure you out a little more.”
Chase, who had been watching the exchange with an amused smirk, decided to chime in. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s not beat around the bush. Bruno, if you’re as horny as you say you are, why don’t you take Oliver up on his offer? Trust me, he’s got skills.”
Bruno’s face flushed. “Yeah?” Bruno said. “What do you say, Oliver? You up for it?”
Oliver’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he reached out, his paw resting on Bruno’s shoulder. “Hell yeah, brother. I’m up for it. Let’s take this somewhere a little more private.”
Bruno’s heart was pounding as he followed Oliver to a secluded corner of the site, his cock throbbing in his diaper with every step. Chase trailed behind them, his smirk never wavering. As soon as they were out of sight, Oliver turned to Bruno, his expression serious but still playful.
“Alright,” Oliver said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Bruno didn’t hesitate. He reached out, his hands gripping Oliver’s hips as he pulled the raccoon closer. Their lips crashed together, the kiss hot and desperate, and Bruno could feel Oliver’s thick, leaky diaper squishing against his pants. The raccoon’s paws tangled in Bruno’s fur, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.
Chase leaned against a nearby wall, watching with an amused smirk. “Damn, you two are hot,” he said. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here to enjoy the show.”
Bruno barely heard him, his mind consumed by the feel of Oliver’s body against his, the way the raccoon’s paws roamed over his fur, exploring every inch of him. He could feel the wetness of his own diaper, the musky scent filling the air, and it only made him harder.
Oliver pulled back slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “You ready?” he asked.
Bruno nodded. “Hell yeah, I’m ready.”
Oliver’s grin widened, and he reached for the waistband of Bruno’s pants, pulling them down to reveal the soaked diaper beneath. The sight of it, the way Bruno’s plentiful package was prominently seen through his soggy bulge, made Oliver sweat. Oliver dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Bruno’s hips as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the musky wetness.
“You’ve been wearing this one for a while. Clearly,” Oliver said.
“All day.”
Bruno’s thick, musky scent hit him immediately. Bear sweat. Urine. Something uniquely Bruno. The diaper was clearly on the verge of leaking, the yellow stain spreading across the front and creeping toward the leg gathers. Oliver couldn’t help but grin as he inhaled deeply, the smell filling his nostrils and sending waves of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock.
“Damn, Bruno,” Oliver muttered.
Bruno shifted slightly, his face flushing but his expression otherwise calm. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, but he wasn’t about to back down. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady despite the heat rising to his face. “Glad you like it.”
Oliver chuckled. The scent was stronger now, more intense, and Oliver couldn’t get enough of it. He’d been around plenty of new crew members over the years, and most of them took at least a week to get comfortable wearing diapers around others. But Bruno? Bruno was different. He’d adapted faster than anyone Oliver had ever seen, and it was fucking hot.
“Chase told me you were new to this,” Oliver said, his tone light but laced with amusement. “But I’m starting to think he was full of shit. You’re a natural, big guy.”
Bruno’s ears twitched, and he felt a flicker of pride at Oliver’s words. He hadn’t expected to take to wearing diapers so quickly, but now that he was in one, he couldn’t imagine going back. The freedom, the convenience, the sheer taboo of it all—it was intoxicating. And the way Oliver was looking at him, so confident and unashamed, made it impossible to resist.
“Yeah, well,” Bruno said, his voice rough but laced with a hint of playfulness, “I guess I’m a quick learner.”
Oliver’s grin widened, and he reached out, his paw brushing against the front of Bruno’s diaper. The plastic crinkled softly under his touch, and Bruno couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his cock twitching in his diaper, the pressure building with every passing second.
“You sure are,” Oliver said. “And I gotta say… I like that about you.”
Bruno’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as Oliver leaned in closer, his nose buried in the front of Bruno’s diaper. The raccoon inhaled deeply, the musky scent filling his nostrils and sending a shiver down his spine. There was something about the way Bruno smelled, something raw and primal, that Oliver couldn’t get enough of. It was the scent of a man who wasn’t afraid to get dirty, who wasn’t afraid to embrace his desires, and it was fucking intoxicating.
“Fuck, Bruno,” Oliver muttered, his voice rough with need. “You smell amazing.”
Bruno’s face flushed, but he didn’t back down. The way Oliver was looking at him, so confident and unashamed, made it impossible to resist. “Yeah?” he said. “You like that?”
Oliver chuckled, his tail flicking lazily behind him. “Hell yeah, I like it. You’re a fucking natural. Most newbies take forever to get comfortable with this shit, but you? You’re already ready to go. But the big question is: You like going all the way?”
“So ‘all the way,’ meaning?”
“Messing your diaper like a big baby.”
Bruno couldn’t help but grin. “If there aren’t any toilets around, then –“
“Well, even if there are, you just use your diaper. That’s just what we do. That’s what you do.”
“Yeah, well,” Bruno said. “As long as no one is inconvenienced.”
Oliver’s grin widened, and he reached out, his paw brushing against the front of Bruno’s diaper. The plastic crinkled softly under his touch, and Bruno couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his cock throbbing in his diaper, the pressure building with every passing second.
“Not at all,” Oliver said. “If you’re in diapers, use them fully. And maybe I’ll grind against your full seat, just so you’re acquainted with your own mess. Over and over and over.”
As Oliver continued to explore Bruno’s diaper, his nose buried in the front and his paws roaming over the plastic, Bruno felt a surge of arousal wash over him. This was hot. Very hot. The way Oliver was so confident, so unashamed, made it impossible to resist. And as the raccoon’s tongue darted out, kissing and tasting the diaper like it was his long-lost boyfriend, Bruno knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Fuck, Oliver,” Bruno gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Oliver pulled back slightly. “Awww. Did you get a massive hard-on from the thought of messing your diaper in front of everyone? Does that make you feel embarrassed?”
“Oh fuck! Oh f–“
Bruno gave one final hip thrust as he came hard, his cock pulsing in his diaper as he let out a hearty growl. Oliver stayed with him, his paws gripping Bruno’s hips as the bear rode out his orgasm.
As Bruno came down from his high, Oliver stood up, his grin never wavering. “Not bad,” he said approvingly. “Not bad at all.”
Bruno couldn’t help but laugh, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Gee thanks!”
“You’re most certainly welcome, but you’re going to have to return the favor.”
The older raccoon’s pants were already down around his ankles, revealing the soaked, leaking diaper beneath. The yellow stain had spread across the front, and urine was still dripping from the leg gathers, pooling on the ground beneath him.
“Your turn,” Oliver said.
Bruno’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Oliver’s diaper. It was completely saturated and the smell was overwhelming. Bruno couldn’t help but grimace, his nose wrinkling at the pungent odor. “Damn, Oliver,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re gross.”
Oliver chuckled, his grin never wavering. “And you love it.”
Bruno opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Oliver reached out, his paw gripping the back of Bruno’s head and pulling him closer. The raccoon’s diaper was right in Bruno’s face now, the smell even stronger up close. Bruno tried to pull back, but Oliver’s grip was firm, his other paw resting on Bruno’s shoulder to keep him in place.
“Come on, big guy. Take a deep breath. You know you want to.”
Bruno hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, the musky scent filling his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
“That’s it. Now tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it so much,” Bruno moaned. “I love men in diapers. I love how fucking gross you are.”
Oliver’s grin widened, and he released his grip on Bruno’s head, stepping back slightly. “Good boy,” he said. “This is what I smell like when I’m too busy with work to get my diaper changed. Now, let’s see how much you really love it.”
With that, Oliver reached down and unfastened the tapes of his diaper, letting it fall to the ground with a wet splat. His above-average cock sprang free, hard and dripping with pre-cum, and Bruno didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Oliver’s hips as he leaned in, his lips wrapping around the raccoon’s cock.
Oliver let out a low, throaty moan, his paws tangling in Bruno’s fur as the bear’s mouth worked him over. Bruno’s tongue swirled around the tip, his lips sliding down the length of Oliver’s cock as he sucked hard. The taste was salty and musky, and Bruno couldn’t get enough of it. He could feel Oliver’s hips bucking slightly.
“Fuck, Bruno,” Oliver gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re fucking amazing. You’re a good cocksucker.”
Bruno didn’t respond, his mouth too preoccupied with Oliver’s cock, but he didn’t need to. The way his body responded, the way his cock throbbed in his own diaper, was answer enough. He could feel the pressure building, the tension in Oliver’s body as the raccoon got closer and closer to climax.
Just as Oliver was about to cum, he pulled back slightly. “No, no, no. Not yet,” he said. “I’ve got something else in mind.”
Bruno looked up at him while he gasped for air. “What do you mean?”
“Turn around,” he said.. “Show me that ass.”
Bruno’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t hesitate. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of a nearby stack of lumber for support. His diaper was still on, the plastic crinkling softly as he bent over. He quickly untaped his diaper and let it fall to the ground with a loud splat. Then finally, his wide virgin ass was on full display and ready.
Oliver let out a low whistle, his paws roaming over Bruno’s ass as he admired the view. “Damn, big guy,” he said. “You’ve got one fine ass.”
“Just do it,” Bruno muttered. “Fuck me.”
Oliver didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for a bottle of lube he kept in his pant pocket, slicking up his cock with a few quick strokes before positioning himself at Bruno’s entrance.
“Ready, big guy?” Oliver asked.
Bruno nodded. “Yeah. Do it. Give it to me.”
Oliver pushed forward, his cock sliding into Bruno’s ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and Bruno let out a strangled gasp, his hands gripping the lumber tightly as Oliver began to thrust.
Meanwhile, Chase was leaning against a nearby wall, his paw working furiously over his own cock as he watched the scene unfold. The sight of Bruno and Oliver together, so raw and unashamed, was fucking hot, and Chase couldn’t get enough of it. With heated breath, he stroked himself, his eyes locked on the two of them.
“Fuck,” Chase muttered.
Oliver’s breath hitched as he pressed forward, his claws digging into Bruno’s hips. This was new territory for him — anal sex with another man — and his body tensed with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The initial thrust was sharp, a sting of pain that made him freeze, his cock buried halfway inside Bruno.
“Fuck,” Oliver growled through gritted teeth, his tail rigid behind him. Bruno, bent over a stack of lumber, grunted in response, his muscles clenching reflexively. The discomfort was raw, almost too much, but Oliver forced himself to stay still, letting the burn subside. Slowly, the pain melted into something hotter, deeper. He rocked his hips experimentally, and Bruno’s low moan vibrated through him, igniting a thrill Oliver hadn’t expected. Exhilarating. Each movement now was a rush — the tight heat, the way Bruno’s body yielded to him, the primal satisfaction of claiming someone so unapologetically. Oliver’s inexperience faded beneath a surge of confidence, his thrusts growing bolder, erratic.
Then came Chase.
The cheetah’s laughter cut through the haze, sharp and mischievous. Before Oliver could react, Chase crouched beside them, Oliver’s discarded diaper clutched in his paw — a soaked, reeking mess, still dripping with urine. Without warning, Chase shoved the sodden plastic against Bruno’s face, smearing it over his muzzle. “Breathe it in,” Chase purred, his free hand trailing down Bruno’s back. “You know you fucking love this.”
The effect was instantaneous. Bruno’s entire body shuddered, a primal groan tearing from his throat as the diaper’s stench—musky, sour, filthy—flooded his senses. His cock, already slick with pre-cum, twitched violently, and he arched his back, driving himself harder onto Oliver’s cock.
“Chase—!” Bruno choked out, half-protest, half-praise, his voice muffled by the diaper.
Oliver faltered, startled by the intensity of Bruno’s reaction, but Chase only grinned, grinding the soaked padding harder against Bruno’s face.
“Don’t stop now, Ollie,” Chase taunted, his own arousal evident as he palmed himself through his pants. “Look at him. He’s addicted.”
Bruno was. The humiliation, the stink, the relentless pressure of Oliver’s cock — it all collided into a white-hot frenzy. His hips jerked erratically, fucking himself back onto Oliver with desperate abandon. The raccoon’s earlier hesitation vanished; he gripped Bruno’s waist, pounding into him with a feral growl, spurred on by Chase’s provocation. Bruno’s climax hit like a detonation — a ragged shout, his cock pulsing untouched, splattering cum across the lumber beneath him. Oliver followed seconds later, his orgasm ripped from him by Bruno’s convulsing heat, teeth sinking into the wolf’s shoulder as he emptied himself with a snarl.
Chase watched, stroking himself to the sight, his smirk triumphant. “Told you he’d break quick,” he drawled, tossing the soiled diaper aside.
Bruno leaned against the splintered wooden pallet, breathless, the sweat on his fur cooling in the afternoon breeze. Oliver’s cum dripped down his inner thigh, a visceral reminder of what they’d just done. His ass ached, his muscles trembled, and his thick, new diaper — now freshly taped back into place by Chase — felt pleasantly snug and warm against his fur. But it wasn’t discomfort he felt. It was aliveness. A raw, electric current humming under his fur. He’d let Oliver fuck him. Let the raccoon use him. Let himself be reduced to a vessel for another man’s hunger. And instead of shame, Bruno’s mind buzzed with a dizzying clarity: This is who I am now.
The smell of Oliver’s diaper still clung to his nostrils — sour, musky, feral in its filth. Bruno had buried his face in it willingly, greedily, as Oliver had shoved his cock deep inside of him. He’d licked at the damp plastic, inhaled the rancid sweetness of piss and sweat accumulated after hours of hard labor, and felt powerful. Not degraded. Not submissive. Needed. He’d serviced Oliver like a goddamn pro, and the raccoon’s ragged moans had been a hymn to Bruno’s newfound talent. Now, as he adjusted the bulk of his own diaper, Bruno caught Chase’s smirk from across the site. The cheetah’s gaze was knowing, almost proud. Addicted, Chase had said. And fuck if he wasn’t right.
Chase sauntered over, tossing Bruno a water bottle. “You look like you got hit by a truck,” he teased, though his voice was soft. “Good kind of hit, though.”
Bruno grunted, chugging the water. His throat was raw from sucking Oliver off, his jaw sore. “Feels like I got run over by a truck,” he rasped. But he was grinning. Couldn’t help it. The adrenaline hadn’t faded — it thrummed in his veins, sharp and bright. He’d expected regret. Expected to cringe at the memory of Oliver’s claws digging into his hips, the slap of the raccoon’s balls against his ass. Instead, all he wanted was to do it again. Harder. Dirtier. To push further into this filthy, glorious freedom.
Oliver lumbered past, hauling a stack of cinderblocks. His “fresh” diaper was already sagging obscenely beneath his pants, and Bruno could only imagine the destruction Oliver would lay into what he was wearing at that very moment. The raccoon shot him a wink, his grin never-ending. “Don’t get too comfortable, rookie,” he called. “Break’s over.”
Bruno watched him go, heat pooling low in his gut. Later, he’d corner Oliver behind the supply shed. Press him against the plywood, kiss him deep, let the raccoon’s paws roam under his work shirt. For now, though, he hoisted a sack of concrete onto his shoulder and fell back into rhythm with the crew.
The work was brutal, mindless — hauling, lifting, sweating. But Bruno found himself savoring it. The grind of labor kept his body busy, let his mind float in a haze of memory: Oliver’s cock stretching his throat, Chase’s claws skimming his waist as he’d re-taped his diaper, the way the cheetah moaned for more when Bruno had kissed him afterward — quick, desperate, thankful.
At sunset, as the crew packed up tools, Chase sidled up to him. “You’re a natural,” he murmured, bumping Bruno’s hip with his own. “Not just the diapers. All of it.”
Bruno didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. The cheetah’s paw found his under the guise of passing a wrench, fingers intertwining for a heartbeat. A secret. A promise.
That night, alone in his bed, Bruno peeled off his diaper — stiff with dried cum and piss — and stared at it in the dim light. He should’ve felt disgust. Should’ve balled it up and shoved it in the trash. Instead, he pressed it to his face, inhaling the stench of his own surrender, and let his free hand drift down to his cock.
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Bruno strode across the sunlit quad of his high school, the crisp autumn air sharp against his freshly scrubbed skin. To anyone passing by, he was the archetype of teenage normalcy — letterman jacket slung over broad shoulders, gym bag dangling from one hand, the faint scent of Axe body spray clinging to his damp hair. He nodded at cheerleaders, fist-bumped teammates, flashed his easy, dimpled grin. Just Bruno, they’d think. Star linebacker. Homecoming king contender. All-American golden boy.
But beneath the armor of his routine, his muscles still hummed with the memory of the weekend — the weight of soaked diapers, the grit of construction sites, Oliver’s claws raking his back as the raccoon fucked him raw against a stack of lumber. He’d spent Saturday hip-deep in filth and sweat, Sunday letting Chase tape him into a fresh diaper while the cheetah whispered dirty things in his ear. Now, back on campus, Bruno felt like a ghost haunting his own life.
The locker room became his altar. After practice, he’d linger under the scalding spray of the showers, scrubbing until his skin burned pink. He’d scour every trace of musk from his fur, rinse the phantom stench of piss from his nostrils, scrape dirt from beneath his nails. The ritual was meticulous, almost violent. Purification. But even as the soap suds swirled down the drain, Bruno’s mind wandered. He’d picture Chase’s smirk, Oliver’s leaking diaper, the way his own cock throbbed when they called him rookie. The heat of the water couldn’t touch the deeper heat coiling in his gut — a hunger that no amount of scrubbing could erase.
Sometimes, mid-shower, he’d catch himself pressing a palm to the tile wall, hips thrusting faintly against nothing, chasing the ghost of Oliver’s grip. He’d snap back to reality, heart pounding, glancing over his shoulder to ensure the stalls were empty. Pathetic, he’d think. But the shame fizzed away as quickly as it came, replaced by a giddy thrill. He wasn’t pathetic. He was powerful. He’d mastered the art of the double life — the ultimate jock by day, a diaper-wearing creature of unapologetic filth by night.
In the mirror, toweling off, Bruno studied his reflection. Same square jaw, same linebacker build. But his eyes held a new darkness, a glint of something feral. He’d started leaving subtle tells — a bruise on his collarbone he didn’t bother to hide, a slower, prowling gait. Let the others think it was from tackles and weightlifting. Let them wonder.
By Friday, the facade would crack. He’d catch Oliver’s scent on the wind during third period — a whiff of ammonia and cedar — and nearly drop his textbooks. Chase would text him a single emoji: 💩. Bruno would reply with a time, a location, his fingers trembling.
The cycle was sacred now: cleanse, perform, corrupt. Each weekend, he plunged deeper. Each Monday, he scrubbed harder. And in the steam of the locker room, surrounded by the shouts of his oblivious teammates, Bruno would smile.
He wasn’t hiding.
He was hunting.
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