Babyfur Fiction: The Bedwetter

“The Bedwetter” is part of a series, “The BFC Files.” This is babyfur fiction that are partly inspired by the author’s experiences at the convention. Enjoy!

Nestled within the labyrinthine corridors of the grand Hotel Magnifique, lay a room that bore witness to the quiet desperation of a brown fox named Elias. Elias was a creature of habit and anxiety, a combination that often led him to the brink of his own sanity.

The night had been long and restless, the city lights casting eerie shadows on the walls of his hotel room. Elias had tossed and turned, his mind a whirlwind of worries and fears, until the inevitable happened. He woke up to the cold, damp sensation of his own urine soaking through the sheets, a humiliating reminder of his inability to control his own body. He was a bedwetter who suffered from incontinence as a result of his anxiety disorder. But as much as he wanted to detest his circumstances, Elias was enamored with the concept of completely losing control.

But soaking the hotel room mattress through a thick diaper that was supposed to protect his bed? This was going to be tough,

Panic surged through him like a wildfire. He couldn’t let anyone find out, especially not the hotel staff. The thought of their judgmental eyes, whispered mockery, and hefty incidental charges was more than he could bear. With a frantic urgency, he stripped the bed, the scent of his own damp shame filling the room. He turned on a fan provided by the hall, positioning it to blow directly onto the wet spot, praying that it would dry before anyone noticed.

As he stood there, watching the fan oscillate back and forth, a knock at the door startled him. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Who could it be? He hesitated, then walked to the door, opening it a crack to reveal his friend, Lucas, a sleek, black panther with a colorful smirk.

Lucas stood with a commanding presence in the hotel room. His leather jacket, worn and weathered, clung to his broad shoulders, giving him an air of rugged masculinity. The jacket was left open, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest beneath. His lower body was clad in a matching leather jockstrap, the material hugging his powerful thighs and accentuating his assets. A bold yellow strip ran down the center of the jock, drawing the eye to the most intimate part of his attire. His feet were encased in sturdy leather boots, the polished black leather reflecting the dim light of the room, adding a touch of dominance to his overall appearance. The combination of leather and his confident stance exuded a raw, primal energy that was both intimidating and alluring.

“Elias, what’s going on?” Lucas asked, pushing his way into the room. “You look a little pale.”

“No, it’s nothing. Really. It’s just that –“

His gaze immediately fell on the fan and the damp spot on the bed. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. “Did you have an accident, Elias?”

Elias felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “It’s nothing, Lucas. Just a spill. It’s water.”

“Sure, it’s water,” Lucas said sarcastically. “No. Doesn’t look like a spill.” He walked over to the bed and pressed his big paw against the large, wet spot on the bed. “Oh, that’s definitely more than a spill. That’s kinda adorable, if you ask me.”

Elias started blushing. “Adorable? No. It’s not.”

“That’s a fascinating little problem.” With his eyes never leaving Elias, Lucas said coldly, “In fact, I think it’s kind of sexy.”

Before Elias could react, Lucas unzipped his pants and pulled out his feline cock, a thick, dark shaft that seemed to throb with its own heartbeat. Elias considered the possibility that Lucas wanted to be serviced at that moment. The two engaged in similar circumstances. Lucas’ shaft was always appetizing to Elias. Sucking off the panther allowed him to empty his mind, temporarily leaving his nervous thoughts in the dust for a while. Elias began licking his lips in preparation and stretching his paws in preparation of securing a nice grip.

But Lucas had other plans.

He aimed his cock at the bed, away from Elias’ face.

A sudden, commanding stream of urine hit the mattress with a sharp, staccato sound, like rain on a tin roof. The unmistakably masculine scent filled the room — a pungent, musky aroma. It was the smell of marking, of territory, of raw, feral possession. Lucas had a look of pure, carnal satisfaction on his face as he watched his piss soak into the bed, darkening the fabric and leaving his undeniable mark.

The sight was undeniably erotic. Lucas’s dominant and towering stance, the way his body tensed as he released his stream, the sheer audacity of the act — it all combined to create a scene of raw, animalistic sexiness. This was a man claiming what was his, and the sheer primality of it was intoxicating.

Elias watched, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock hardening in his heavy, soggy diaper. The sound of Lucas’s piss hitting the bed, the scent filling his nostrils, the sight of this powerful feline marking his territory — it was all too much. He felt a wave of heat wash over him, his body responding to the sheer dominance of the act. He was aroused, not just by the sight and sound and smell, but by the sheer audacity of it, by the way Lucas was claiming the bed, marking him by proxy, making the bed his urinal. It was a visceral reaction, one that Elias couldn’t control, and one that he didn’t want to.

“Wow. Oh my God!” Elias gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucas finished and zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Making it worse, of course. Now you have no choice but to sleep on it.” He grabbed Elias by the arm and pulled him onto the bed, pushing him down onto the wet sheets. “And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll change you later.”

Elias felt the freshly warmed, damp fabric against his skin, the scent of another man’s urine filling his nostrils. He looked up at Lucas, his eyes wide with disbelief. But there was something else there too, a spark of desire, a longing for something he couldn’t quite understand.

Lucas leaned down, his breath hot against Elias’s ear. “You like it, don’t you, boy? The humiliation, the shame. It turns you on. It turns me on. You should just feed into it.”

Elias couldn’t deny it. His cock was hard, pressing against his leaky diaper; with his diaper lustily grazing against the wet sheets. He was aching with a need he couldn’t ignore. Lucas’s paw slid down the fox’s body, gripping his cock through his diaper, stroking him slowly.

“That’s it, Elias,” Lucas murmured. “Give in to it. Let me take care of you.”

Lucas’s paw trailed down Elias’s body, pausing at his waist. He leaned in, his breath hot against Elias’s ear. “Tell me, Elias, how wet do you like your diapers to be? Do you like them just a little damp, or do you prefer them soaked through, heavy with your own shame and my scent?”

Elias’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through his veins.

“I don’t know,” he stammered.

Lucas chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Elias’s spine. “Oh, I think you do. I think you like it when they’re soaked, when you can feel the weight of your own piss against your skin. Isn’t that right, Elias? You’re like a little ‘portapup’ urinal, aren’t you? Always ready to be used. And now you’ll be sleeping in this toilet you helped make with me.”

Elias gasped, the words hitting him like a physical blow. But there was a truth to them, a truth that he couldn’t deny. He felt his cock throb ferociously in his diaper.

Lucas stepped back, his gaze sweeping the room. He spotted the Hitachi wand on the nightstand, a smirk spreading across his face as he picked it up. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, a promise of pleasure.

“Let’s see how much you can take, Elias,” Lucas said, his voice a dark purr and seamlessly blended into the humming of the wand. He pressed the wand against Elias’s diapered crotch, the vibrations sending waves of sensation coursing through his body. Elias gasped, his hips gyrating against the wand, his body betraying him as it sought more intense pleasure.

Lucas held the wand in place. “That’s it, Elias. Feel it. Feel how good it is to give in, to let go.”

Elias couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry, he came, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure entered his diaper with audible spurts. And with his release came another wave of humiliation, as he felt the warm, wet sensation of his own post-orgasm piss soaking through the diaper, spreading across the bed beneath him.

Lucas turned off the wand, a satisfied smirk on his face. “There you go, Elias. Own your fate.”

Elias lay there, panting, his body spent, his mind a whirlwind of humiliation and validation. As he tried to catch his breath and forms words of gratitude to the panther, Lucas slipped his still-erect cock back into his jock, adjusted his leather jacket, and walked out of the hotel room without saying a word. Though Lucas had left the room and vanished as if he was never there, his domineering scent lingered. The bed remained wet and used to a point that the only one who could sleep on it was Elias.

And so the message was clear to Elias: sleep.

Sleep in your bed, bedwetter.

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