Author’s Note: This is the final story in the “BFC Files” series and the first of my Digital Access-exclusive stories on Crinkle Cat Tales. This story will also appear as a reward on my SubscribeStar.
The sun painted the sky with hues of gold and crimson. The perfect city backdrop on a comfortably warm afternoon. Leo, a majestic lion with fur as golden as the afternoon sun that fateful day, had always prided himself on his dominance. He was a top, a leader, a force to be reckoned with. But as he wandered the streets, he felt a strange sense of vulnerability. He was the only one without a diaper, and it made him stand out like a sore thumb.
Leo found himself in a world that was both familiar and utterly alien. Every creature, from the smallest mouse scurrying along the sidewalk to the largest elephant lumbering down the street, wore diapers. The diapers were not hidden or discreet; they were worn openly, proudly even, as if they were the latest fashion statement. They came in all shapes and sizes, tailored to fit the unique anatomy of each species. Some were plain and functional, while others were adorned with bright colors and playful patterns, a stark contrast to the muted tones of the cityscape.
Earlier that morning, he woke to a new reality he wasn’t at all familiar with.
Yet the streets were filled with the usual hustle and bustle, the cacophony of voices and the hum of engines creating a symphony of urban life. Tall buildings stretched towards the heavens, their glass facades reflecting the warm glow of the day. The scent of exhaust fumes and aroma of street food wafted through the air, a familiar blend that spoke of the city’s relentless and oftentimes chaotic energy. The city remained the same, but the diapers everywhere were a surreal twist.
The sight was both bewildering and strangely fascinating. Leo watched as a group of chattering squirrels dashed past, their tails held high, their diapers rustling softly with each leap. A family of foxes waddled by, their diapers decorated with tiny animal prints, a whimsical touch that made Leo blink in disbelief.
The city seemed to have embraced this diapered normality with an enthusiasm that was almost infectious. Shop windows displayed mannequins dressed in the latest diaper fashions, and billboards advertised diaper brands with slogans that promised comfort and style.
Street vendors hawked diapers alongside their usual wares, their voices blending into the city’s overall ambiance. They also had a myriad of infantile accessories that indicated some of the city’s populace identified as babies. Their stalls were a riot of colors, filled with items that seemed both absurd and oddly alluring to a lion who traditionally prided himself on being a responsible adult. Leo looked down at a merchant’s table and saw a row of large pacifiers, their rubber nipples glinting in the sunlight. Next to them were folded onesies, adorned with cartoon animals and whimsical patterns. There were rattles, teething rings, and even adult-sized baby bottles, all laid out proudly with a sense of need and purpose.
This sight triggered a strange desire within Leo. He felt an inexplicable urge to buy something from the merchants, to immerse himself in this world. Yet, he couldn’t fully accept that everyone in this reality was so open about wearing diapers and appearing in various states of age regression. It was a concept so foreign, so utterly alien to his understanding of the world, that it left him feeling both fascinated and confused. He wondered momentarily if he was dreaming, but the pinching on the cheek he gave himself confirmed this wasn’t a dream at all.
As he stood there, grappling with his conflicting emotions, he watched a customer purchasing something nearby. The customer was a tall, muscular bear, his fur a deep shade of brown. He wore a diaper decorated with tiny paw prints, and as he completed his purchase, he suddenly squatted to the ground. Leo watched in shock as the bear messed himself with a loud blort, his face a picture of contentment and relief. It was as if this act, so private and intimate, was as routine and mundane as breathing.
The bear finished his business, adjusted his diaper, and continued on his way, his gait relaxed and unhurried. Leo stared after him, his mind a whirl of arousal and curiosity. This was a world where the boundaries of adulthood and infancy blurred, where the most private of acts were performed in public with an ease that was both shocking and liberating. As he looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, Leo couldn’t help but wonder what other sights, smells and adventures lay in store for him.
It was then that he bumped into a handsome male hyena, quite literally. Leo had been so engrossed in the sights, smells and sounds from this new reality that he hadn’t been watching where he was going. He rounded a corner and collided with a solid, furry form, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.
“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” the hyena said, his laughter filling the air as he picked himself up. He extended a paw to Leo, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Apparently, you’re not fully dressed,” the hyena said whimsically.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t feel a diaper on you when we bumped into each other. You’re practically naked!”
Leo snorted. “Oh, so you think not wearing a diaper makes me ‘naked’?”
The hyena shrugged playfully. “Well, yeah, I mean — unless you have a change of pants somewhere. You’re going to soak those easily. Easily!”
“I think I’ll be able to make it to the toilet just fine. Don’t sell me short.” Leo laughed.
“Toilet? What’s that?”
Leo drew a blank expression. The hyena blinked confusedly. Leo realized the hyena was sincere.
“Oh, so you don’t know that –” Leo couldn’t finish asking the question. The hyena’s confusion steadily increased and his bewildered expression was disarming.
“That word sounds French. ‘Toilet.’ Do you speak French? Parlez-vous français ? J’ai appris le français au lycée.”
“No, I don’t, but your accent sounds lovely.”
“Why thank you! I’m Kaleb, by the way. And you are?”
Leo took Kaleb’s paw, feeling a spark of attraction as their palms touched. “Leo,” he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Kaleb grinned, his teeth gleaming white against his dark fur. “No harm done, Leo. But as I said before, you’re a bit underdressed for this city, aren’t you?” His gaze flicked down to Leo’s exposed groin, and he raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face.
Leo looked down at himself, then back up at Kaleb. He couldn’t help but chuckle, the absurdity of the situation striking him. “I guess I am,” he said. “I woke up like this. I’m not sure what’s going on, to be honest.”
Kaleb’s grin widened, and he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Well, Leo, I’m going to assume you’ve been living under a nice, cozy rock, or you just woke from a long coma. But everyone wears diapers. That’s our protection. That’s our way of life. And we have a choice to live our lives around that in ways that make us feel comfortable with ourselves.” He gestured to his own soaked diaper, his nose wrinkling slightly at the scent. “Though I must admit, I’m a bit overdue for a change myself.”
Leo’s laughter echoed through the street, drawing a few amused glances from passersby. “I can see that,” he said, his eyes watering slightly. “And I must say, you’re quite shameless about it. It’s like everyone is looking at you like, ‘Why is this guy walking around with no pants and a diaper on?'”
“Actually, on the contrary, they’re looking at you.” Kaleb snickered, his tail swishing behind him. “But I’ll take ‘shameless,’ though. I’m proud of who I am. Maybe you should be too, Leo. Now, how about we get you sorted out? A handsome lion like you shouldn’t be walking around without a diaper. It’s just not right.”
With that, Kaleb took Leo by the arm, his touch sending a thrill of excitement through the lion. As they made their way to the public restroom, Kaleb kept up a steady stream of chatter, his humor and charm putting Leo at ease. Despite the seemingly bizarre circumstances, Leo found himself enjoying the hyena’s company, drawn to his shamelessness and his infectious laughter.
As they entered the restroom, Kaleb gestured to the diaper changing stations with a flourish. “Welcome to your initiation, Leo,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s get you diapered up, shall we?”
Leo stepped into the restroom, his eyes scanning the room, expecting to see the familiar sight of toilet stalls. Instead, he was met with a scene that left him shocked and bewildered. There were no toilets, only diaper changing stations, each one fully stocked with baby powder, wipes, paw sanitizer, and individual disposal bags. Vending machines lined the walls, their glass fronts displaying diapers in a variety of colors, sizes, and levels of thickness. It was a strangely intriguing and fun sight. The nature of these circumstances began losing its luster for Leo. Everything was starting to click into place.
Kaleb, noticing Leo’s shock, chuckled softly. “What’s that shocked expression for? Not what you were expecting?” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Don’t know where you’re from, but this is the norm here, Leo. Now, hop on up,” he gestured to the changing table, patting the padded surface invitingly.
Leo hesitated for a moment before complying, hoisting himself onto the table and laying down on his back. The surface was surprisingly comfortable, and he found himself relaxing slightly. Kaleb stood over him, his green eyes gleaming with mischief as he began to prepare the diaper.
“You know, come to think of it, I’ve never diapered a lion before,” Kaleb said, his tail swishing behind him. “Especially not one as handsome as you.”
Leo chuckled, feeling a blush spread across his cheeks. “Well, I’ve never been diapered before, period,” he replied. “This is all new to me.”
Kaleb raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. “A diaper virgin, hmm? That’s crazy. You must’ve done so much laundry without them on. Well, don’t you worry, Leo. I’ll be gentle.” He lifted Leo’s legs, sliding the diaper underneath him. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending a shiver of excitement down Leo’s spine.
As Kaleb secured the diaper around Leo’s waist, he noticed something unexpected. Leo was erect, his arousal evident despite the thick padding of the diaper. Kaleb’s eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low whistle.
“Well, well, well,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. “Looks like someone’s enjoying this a bit too much. You know, most of us have been wearing diapers for so long, it’s like brushing our teeth or tying our shoes. But you…” He trailed off, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and desire. “You’re something else, Leo. I just find it funny.”
Leo blushed deeply, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. “I-I can’t explain it,” he stammered. “There’s just something about this, about you…”
Kaleb grinned, his tail swishing faster. “Oh, there’s something about me? Well, you’re making me blush now. Guess there’s something about you that I like. I like that you’re so easily excitable. It makes me wonder. If you can get this turned on from a simple diaper change, what else could I make you do?”
He leaned down, his face inches from Leo’s, his breath hot on the lion’s cheeks. “Would you do anything I asked, Leo?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Could you be controlled?”
Leo’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt a surge of desire, a longing to submit to this powerful, shameless hyena. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes,” he said. “I think I could.”
And with that, the dynamic between them shifted, the air filled with a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Leo had entered this restroom a curious, bewildered lion. He was about to leave it a willing, eager submissive.
Feeling enabled to toy with Leo, Kaleb asked the lion a question, his voice laced with the prospect of laying mischievous plans. “How long do you think I’ve been in this wet diaper for, hmm?” Without waiting for a response, he pressed his diaper against Leo’s snout, pushing gently so that the lion could get a good, long whiff of the scent.
The diaper was a mess, the white material stained a dark yellow, It was sodden, the padding thick and heavy with hours worth of piss. The smell was almost rank, the acrid stench of stale urine filling Leo’s nostrils, making his eyes water slightly. Yet, there was something else beneath the smell, something musky that sent a shiver of arousal down Leo’s spine. The diaper was warm, the heat radiating from Kaleb’s body, and Leo could feel the squishy dampness against his nose, the moisture seeping through the material.
Kaleb watched Leo’s reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, his voice a low purr. “The smell, the warmth, the use of it. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Leo let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes,” he admitted. “It does.”
Kaleb chuckled. “You know, I’m starting to think I made a mistake,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “Maybe I should have made you wear this one instead. Get you accustomed to the feeling of a wet diaper against your skin. My wetness. My scent.”
The thought sent a surge of desire through Leo, and he found himself reaching down, his paw rubbing against the front of his own diaper. The sensation was exhilarating, the thick padding creating a delicious friction against his cock. He began to rub harder, gasping with lust, his eyes locked onto Kaleb’s.
Kaleb watched him for a moment, his eyes dark with steadily increasing sexual tension. Then, he glanced over his shoulder, his ears twitching at the sound of voices outside the stall. “Careful, Leo,” he warned, his voice low. “There’s a line growing out there. People are waiting to use the changing station. You don’t want to give them a show, do you?”
Leo froze, his paw still pressed against his diaper, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been so caught up in the moment, so consumed by his desire, that he had forgotten where they were. The thought of being caught, of being seen like this, was both humiliating and exhilarating.
“But why aren’t you changing?” Leo asked, his voice shaky. “Why are you still in that wet diaper?”
Kaleb grinned, his teeth gleaming white against his dark fur. “Because, Leo,” he said, his voice a low growl, “I want to see how horny you can get. I want to see how far I can push you, knowing you’ll enjoy the end result. And besides,” he added, his tail swishing faster, “I like the feeling of a wet diaper against my skin. It feels good. Very good.”
With that, Kaleb stepped back, his eyes never leaving Leo’s. He opened the stall door, and Leo was hit with a wave of embarrassment as he stepped out into public view. He was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, his pants discarded in the changing station. The restroom was filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes, all of them diapered, all of them staring at him with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Leo felt his cheeks burn with humiliation, but there was something else there too, something dark and thrilling. He was on display, his tenting arousal evident, his submission to Kaleb clear for all to see. And as he followed Kaleb out of the restroom, his heart pounding in his chest, he knew that he was in for a wild, exhilarating ride.
Kaleb stopped by a liquor store, the neon signs reflecting in the hyena’s gleaming eyes. He emerged with a small packet, which he tossed to Leo with a wink. “Here, have one of these,” he said, his voice casual. Leo caught the packet, glancing at the innocuous-looking tablets inside. Assuming they were breath mints, he popped one into his mouth, the chalky texture dissolving quickly on his tongue.
As they made their way to a nearby restaurant, Leo felt a strange churning in his stomach, but he dismissed it, too caught up in the whirlwind of this bizarre new world and the intoxicating presence of Kaleb. The restaurant was bustling, filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes, all of them seated in high chairs, their diapers on full display. Kaleb led Leo to a table, taking a seat in a regular chair while gesturing for Leo to climb into the high chair.
Leo hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush of embarrassment, but he complied, hoisting himself into the chair. The restaurant staff, a pair of cheerful-looking rabbits, hurried over, their paws deftly securing the straps around Leo’s waist and legs. He assumed they were helping him get more comfortable, but the straps were tight, pinning him firmly to the chair. He quickly realized that these were not for comfort, but to keep fussy brats in their place.
Kaleb watched with amusement, his green eyes sparkling. “Comfy?” he asked, his voice laced with mischief. Leo nodded, trying to hide his growing discomfort. The churning in his stomach was getting worse, and he shifted uneasily in his seat, the thick padding of his diaper rustling beneath him.
As they sat at the table, Leo trying to ignore the bulkiness of his thick diaper, Kaleb leaned back in his chair, his green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, Leo,” he began, his voice casual and friendly, “where are you from?”
Leo shifted slightly in his high chair, the straps creaking softly. “I’m from the city here,” he said, his voice steady despite the sensual turmoil stirring inside him. “Well, I was born in Pridelands.”
“About a few cities over, down south?”
“Yeah where lions like me rule the savannah. What about you, Kaleb? Where do you call home?”
Kaleb chuckled, his tail swishing behind him. “I’m a bit of a nomad, to be honest,” he said. “I was born in the Scrublands, but I’ve traveled all over. I guess you could say I’m a wanderer at heart. I go where the wind takes me, and right now, it’s taken me here.”
Leo raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “A wanderer, huh? That explains a lot. And what do you do for a living? Besides driving lions crazy, that is.”
Kaleb laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that turned heads in the restaurant. “I’m a bit of a jack-of-all-trades,” he said. “I’ve been a musician, a poet, a thief of foolish hearts, a merchant, whatever strikes my fancy, really. Right now, I’m working at a club downtown. A place called ‘The Litter Box.’ I’m sure you can guess what kind of establishment it is.” He winked.
“Oh, ‘The Litter Box’? Never heard of it.”
“You’re a feline and you’ve never heard of a litter box before?” Kaleb asked incredulously.
“I know what they are. I meant they club.” Leo chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “So you have litter boxes in this reality, world or whatever?”
“Well, yeah. I mean it’s good to have one in between diaper changes. You never know when you’re going to go. It’s good to have one nearby in case you, you know…”
“I get ya. It’s just funny to me because, where I’m from, litter boxes were considered one of those ‘break in case of emergency’ deals when the toilet was broken or something.” he said. “But here, I’m just… this.” He gestured to his diapered state, a wry smile on his face.
Kaleb leaned forward, his eyes softening slightly. “You keep mentioning this ‘toilet’ thing. Is that something you go on or in? I’m just trying to decipher the context here.”
Leo blinked, taken aback. “It’s a… well, it’s a place where you go to… relieve yourself. You know, like what we’re doing in these diapers, but in a bowl.”
“A bowl? What? Do we serve that bowl to someone? I don’t understand,” Kaleb said, his voice laced with amusement. “Oh! You mean, like a giant litter box?”
Leo flushed, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. “No, not like that,” he said, struggling to explain. “It’s a porcelain bowl filled with water. You sit on it, and you do your business. And then you flush it away.”
Kaleb’s laughter grew louder, drawing a few amused glances from the other patrons. “Flush it away?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Leo, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Why would anyone want to sit on a bowl of water when they can just go in their diaper?”
Leo sputtered, his mind reeling. “Because it’s sanitary,” he said, his voice weak even to his own ears. “It’s civilized.”
“That’s an unnecessary process, my guy,” Kaleb chortled. Kaleb shook his head, his laughter subsiding to a soft chuckle. “Sanitary, civilized. We are those things, Leo,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “We wear diapers. We use them, sure. Then we change. We take showers. What’s the issue?”
Leo looked down at his own diaper. “Well, if you take care of yourself and do it responsibly,” he said, his voice soft. “But it’s still so strange to me. I can’t believe toilets don’t exist here.”
Kaleb grinned. “Well, maybe one day I’ll come across one of these ‘toilets’ you speak of,” he said humorously. “But until then, how about you be my toilet, hmm? My own personal, portable litter box.”
Leo’s eyes widened, and he let out a choked sound, a mix of shock and embarrassment. “W-what?” he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “You want me to be your toilet? Really?”
Kaleb laughed, his tail swishing faster. “I’m just teasing you, Leo,” he said, his voice softening. “But the look on your face is priceless. You’re so easy to fluster, and I love it.”
Leo ducked his head, his heart pounding in his chest. He was flustered, yes, but there was something else there too. A spark of arousal, a thrill at the thought of being used, of being controlled.
He looked up at Kaleb. “You’re insane, you know that?” he said, his voice barely a whisper.
“Insane? You’re the one talking about to-lets? Toilets? It sounds like gibberish to me, honestly.” Kaleb winked, his grin widening. “Assuming I’m insane for a moment, I bet you love it,” he said, his voice a low purr. And Leo, despite himself, found that he did. He loved the teasing, the banter, the sheer, unadulterated madness of this world and the hyena who he had a chance encounter with.
“I don’t know about all of this,” Leo admitted. “It’s strange. I want to say I’m uncomfortable with all of this. It feels humiliating, but clearly, everyone is in the same boat as I am, as we are. At the same time, there’s somethinh freeing about it. Like I can let go of all my responsibilities, all my worries, and just… be. Does that make sense?”
Kaleb nodded, his smile warm. “It makes perfect sense, Leo,” he said. “That’s what we’re all about. Letting go.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low purr. “Maybe we should ‘let go’ of this subject for a moment. Tell me about yourself. What are your interests, Leo? What makes you tick? What makes you hard?”
“Hard?”
“Clearly, you have a few easy buttons to press.”
Leo blushed. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I mean, back home, here or whatever, I was always the dominant one. I never thought I’d be into this. But now, with you, I don’t know. I like it when you tell me what to do. I like it when you tease me, when you push me out of my comfort zone. I like being your good boy.” Leo was shocked by the increasing extent of his submissiveness.
Kaleb’s grin widened, and he reached out, his paw gently cupping Leo’s cheek. “And you are a good boy, Leo,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding. “You’re my good boy.”
The two engaged in friendly dialogue, getting to know each other better as they dined on dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese, the latter mixed with Goldfish cheddar cheese crackers. Kaleb regaled Leo with tales of his adventures in the city, his laughter infectious, his charm disarming. Leo found himself drawn in, his initial embarrassment fading as he lost himself in the hyena’s stories.
But then, without warning, Leo’s stomach churned violently, and he felt a sudden, urgent pressure in his bowels. He gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what was happening. He messed his diaper, the warmth spreading quickly, the scent filling the air without much warning. Panic surged through him, but it was too late. He had lost control, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
As the warmth spread, Leo felt a strange, unexpected sensation. A deep arousal surged through him, and he realized with a shock that he was getting turned on by this utter loss of control. He looked around, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire, and saw that no one was batting an eye. In fact, people were walking past his table, offering him smiles and compliments.
“Good boy,” a passing fox said, patting him on the head. “Using your diaper like you’re supposed to.”
“Such a well-behaved lion,” a doe cooed, her eyes soft with approval.
The praise sent a thrill of throbbing delight through Leo, and he found himself babbling, his words slurring together as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. “Th-thank you,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “I-I can’t control it.”
Kaleb watched him, a smirk playing on his lips. “That’s right, Leo,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “You can’t control it. No one can. Everything just happens when it happens.”
“And you’re not bothered by that? No one is bothered by that?”
“Of course not!”
As Leo sat there, strapped to his high chair, his diaper soiled and his tent in his diaper growing, Kaleb continued to tease him, his words a low, seductive purr. “You like this, don’t you, Leo?” he said, his eyes beaming seductively. “You like losing control, like being a good little boy for me. Don’t you?”
Leo nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes locked onto Kaleb’s. He was lost in this world, lost in this sensation, lost in the hyena’s commanding presence.
As they continued their meal, Leo’s stomach churned violently once more, and he felt a sudden, urgent pressure in his bowels. He gasped, his eyes widening as he realized he was about to mess his diaper again. He tried to clench, to hold it back, but it was no use. The laxative was working its way through his system, and he was utterly powerless to stop it.
He felt the back of his diapered seat expand, the warmth and wetness spreading quickly. He let out a soft moan, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself drooling, his mind emptying as a blissful trance began to wash over him. His thoughts started to disappear, his consciousness reduced to the visceral and overwhelming experience of filling his diaper.
Kaleb, seemingly unperturbed by Leo’s predicament, calmly finished his meal. He looked over at Leo, a soft smile playing on his lips. “There you go, good boy,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “Just let it all out. Don’t hold back.”
Leo blinked, his vision swimming slightly. He was only vaguely aware of Kaleb spoon-feeding him the rest of his meal, the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese barely registering on his tongue. He chewed and swallowed mechanically, his body operating on instinct alone.
Once the meal was finished, Kaleb signaled for the check. He paid quickly.
“Alright, Leo,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “Let’s get you back home, hmm?”
Leo looked up at him, his eyes glazed over, his mind still lost in the haze of his bodily functions. “H-home?” he murmured, the word sounding foreign on his tongue.
Kaleb nodded, standing up and gathering their things. “Yes, home,” he said. “My apartment isn’t far from here. We’ll get you cleaned up and changed there. Don’t you worry about that diaper. It’s doing its job, and so are you.”
Leo blinked, Kaleb’s words slowly penetrating the fog in his brain. He looked down at his diaper, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “B-but what if I have a blowout?” he asked, his voice small and worried.
Kaleb chuckled softly, helping Leo out of the high chair. “Then you have a blowout, Leo,” he said, his voice matter-of-fact. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to all of us. Besides, you’re doing so well, using your diaper like a good boy. I’m proud of you.”
Leo felt a warm glow spread through him at Kaleb’s words, the praise cutting through the haze in his mind. He leaned into Kaleb’s touch, his body craving the hyena’s warmth, his comfort, his control.
As they made their way out of the restaurant, Leo was acutely aware of the squishing sound his diaper made with each step, the warmth and wetness pressing against his skin and fur. But with Kaleb by his side, his arm wrapped securely around Leo’s waist, he found that he didn’t care. He was safe.
As Leo and Kaleb made their way through the bustling streets, the squishing sound of Leo’s diaper echoing with each step, they came across an unusual sight. A diapered wolf was tied to a fire hydrant, his fur damp with sweat and his tail wagging eagerly. He was collared, and his leash was secured tightly to the hydrant, keeping him in place. A suspicious-looking puddle was underneath the wolf.
The wolf looked up as they approached, his eyes bright and his tongue lolling out in a friendly grin. “Hey there,” he said, his voice breathless with excitement. “You two out for a walk?”
Kaleb chuckled, his tail swishing behind him. “Something like that,” he said. “What about you? What’s your story?”
The wolf’s grin widened, and he sat up straighter, his ears perked up with pride. “My master tied me here,” he said. “I have to inspect and sniff fifty diapers before he comes back to change me..”
Leo’s eyes widened in shock, but Kaleb just nodded, a smile slowly emerging. “That sounds like fun,” he said. “Engaging in kink roleplay is considered healthy self-expression here. It’s not out of the ordinary for people to engage in that roleplay publicly.”
The wolf’s eyes gleamed with interest as he caught a whiff of Leo’s soiled diaper. “Speaking of diapers,” he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You smell interesting.” He leaned in, his nose pressing against the front of Leo’s diaper, inhaling deeply.
Leo gasped, his cock throbbing at the sudden, intimate contact. The wolf’s breath was hot against his skin, and the sensation sent a shiver of arousal down his spine. The wolf moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. The wolf’s clever tongue managed to twist itself into his moist leg gathers. “Please,” he begged, his voice thick with desire. “Please, sit on my face. I want to smell you, to taste you. All of you.”
Leo hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered, looking up at Kaleb for guidance.
Kaleb’s eyes darkened with lust, and he nodded, his voice firm. “Do it, Leo,” he commanded. “Sit on his face. Let him smell you, taste you. It’s what he wants, and it’s what you want too, isn’t it?”
Leo bit his lip, his heart pounding in his chest. He was hesitant, but the thought of engaging in such a lewd, public act sent a thrill of excitement through him. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the wolf’s face, his messy diaper making contact with the pup’s snout.
The wolf moaned loudly, his body trembling with pleasure. Leo blushed deeply as he felt the wolf’s hot breath against his skin, the pup’s eager snuffling sounds filling the air. People walked past them, some taking photos, others whispering and pointing, their curious eyes lingering.
The exhibitionist fantasies Leo never knew he had were suddenly brought to life, and he found himself growing harder, his cock throbbing and edging. The wolf rubbed his diaper furiously, his paw working quickly as he sought his own release. Leo watched, his breath coming in heavy gasps, his body longing for a climax that he desperately craved.
The wolf let out a loud howl, his body convulsing as he climaxed, his diaper growing even wetter with his release. Leo gasped, feeling his own body respond, his cock oozing precum, the warmth and slimy wetness spreading through his diaper.
Kaleb watched the scene unfold with a fresh tent pitched in his diaper. “Good boy, Leo,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “You’re doing so well, embracing your desires, your kinks. I’m proud of you.”
Leo looked up at him, his eyes glazed over with desire, his body trembling with need. “Th-thank you, sir,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
Kaleb chuckled, helping Leo to his feet. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you home and changed. You’ve had quite the adventure today.”
They bid farewell to the wolf, who was left panting and satisfied, his tail wagging lazily behind him. As they continued their walk to Kaleb’s apartment, Leo couldn’t help but feel complete and utter exhilaration.
As Leo and Kaleb entered Kaleb’s apartment, Leo couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. The apartment was cozy and inviting, filled with the scent of Kaleb’s musk and the comforting hum of daily life. Kaleb led Leo by the paw to the bathroom, a small, warm space filled with the familiar sight of diapers and changing supplies. There was no toilet, just a changing table, a stark reminder of the reality Leo now found himself in.
Kaleb turned to Leo, his green eyes soft yet commanding. “Alright, Leo,” he said. “I’ll change you first, and then you can change me. Sound good?”
Leo nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “That sounds good.”
Kaleb helped Leo onto the changing table, his touch gentle yet firm. He carefully removed Leo’s soiled diaper, his nose wrinkling slightly at the pungent scent. Under normal circumstances, Kaleb wouldn’t at all be fazed by the smell of messy diapers. After all, he often interacted with people in the city who were messy. But Leo smelled filthy. Wonderfully filthy.
And as he began to wipe down Leo’s messy butt, he paused, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Leo’s erection.
“Well, well, well,” Kaleb murmured, his voice low and husky. “Looks like someone’s enjoying this a little too much. How in the world will I ever get you to point down, lion?” He tried to maintain his dominant demeanor, but Leo could see the subtle cracks in his facade. Then he softly said, “And your smell. Damn. Your smell.”
Leo smirked, feeling his submissiveness slipping away as he relished the role reversal. “If you like my smell so much,” he said, his voice laced with challenge, “you should taste it.” He pointed down to his cock, his eyes locked onto Kaleb’s with the self-assurance he surrendered for most of the day.
Kaleb let out a low growl, his control snapping. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick the length of Leo’s shaft. Leo gasped, his body trembling with pleasure as Kaleb’s mouth enveloped him, sucking and licking with eager abandon. Kaleb alternated between sucking Leo’s cock and kissing him passionately, the taste of Leo’s precum mingling with the taste of their gay desire.
In the heat of their passionate moment, Kaleb and Leo stumbled out of the bathroom and into Kaleb’s bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the air already filled with their intermingling scents. Kaleb quickly removed his own soaked diaper, the sound of the tapes ripping filling the air. He looked at Leo and then, to Leo’s shock, he taped the used diaper around Leo’s head.
As Kaleb taped the used diaper around Leo’s head, the lion was immediately assaulted by a barrage of sensations. The diaper was heavy and sodden, weighed down by hours of Kaleb’s piss. The material was warm and damp against Leo’s snout, the padding thick and bulky, pressing against his cheeks and forehead. It was an uncomfortable, almost suffocating sensation, but at the same time, there was something deeply arousing about it, something filthy that sent a shiver of desire down Leo’s spine. He decided on a whim to completely consume himself and press the diaper deeper into his face.
The smell was the next thing to hit him. It was pungent and acrid, the scent of stale urine filling his nostrils, making his eyes water. It was a raw scent, the smell of Kaleb’s most intimate fluids. There was a muskiness to it, a underlying scent that was uniquely Kaleb, a fanciful mix of sweat and incontinent surrender. It was the smell of his desire, his need, his utter lack of inhibition. It was overpowering, but Leo found himself drawn to it, his body responding with a surge of throbbing intensity.
As Leo opened his mouth to gasp for breath, he tasted the diaper. The bitter tang of piss coating his tongue, making him want to gag slightly. But beneath that, there was something else, something sweet and salty, the taste of Kaleb’s sweat, his essence. It was the taste of his body, his desire, his utter shamelessness. Leo found himself licking his lips, his body craving more of that taste, more of that raw, filthy intimacy.
While Leo was quickly infatuated and sent into a horny daze, Kaleb turned around, presenting his ass to Leo. “Fuck me, Leo,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”
“Can you say that louder for me?” Leo teased. “Because I was pretty sure that you were the one that wanted to fuck me.”
Kaleb sighed. “Just fuck me and get it over with!”
Leo hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the sudden shift in dynamics. But the sight of Kaleb’s ass, the sound of his desperate plea, sent a surge of longing through Leo. He briefly removed Kaleb’s diaper over his head to look around. He grabbed lube from Kaleb’s nightstand, his paws shaking with anticipation as he applied it to his cock.
He pressed the head of his cock against Kaleb’s entrance, feeling the hyena’s body tense and then relax, accepting him, welcoming him. Leo slipped Kaleb’s diaper back on his head like a helmet. Then he thrust in, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt Kaleb’s tight, sweaty heat envelop him. They moved together in their primal dance, thrusting, giving into pressure and pleasure, fully and excitedly caving into their lust.
The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh against flesh, the low moans and desperate pleas. Leo’s balls enthusiastically slapping against Kaleb’s vulnerable taint. They teased each other, their words a mix of filth and praise, their bodies a tangle of limbs and desire.
“You feel so good, Leo,” Kaleb gasped, his body trembling with each thrust. “Your cock fills me so perfectly. I’m so proud to be your bitch, to be fucked by a big boy like you.”
Leo groaned, his body aching with pleasure, his mind a whirl of lust and desire. “And I’m proud to fuck you, Kaleb,” he growled. “Proud to make you mine, to make you feel good.”
Their bodies moved faster, their pleasure building, their climax approaching. With a final, desperate thrust, they both came, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, their cries filling the air. They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs entwined, their breaths coming in short, exhausted gasps.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Leo’s arms wrapped cozily around Kaleb, the hyena reached for his smartphone on the nightstand. He checked the time, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Shit,” he muttered, his thumb scrolling through his notifications. “I completely forgot. There’s a party I was invited to, and it starts in an hour.” He looked up at Leo, his eyes filled with apology. “I’m sorry, Leo. I didn’t mean to cut our time short.”
Leo smiled, his body still warm and content from their lovemaking. “It’s okay, Kaleb,” he said, his voice soft. “We can go together, can’t we? I’d love to see more of this world, to experience it with you.”
“Oh. That’s right. You were born yesterday,” Kaleb playfully snapped.
“Well, no. I — uh, nevermind.”
Kaleb’s eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. “But sure, of course,” he said. “I’d love for you to come with me. But first, we need to get you changed and ready. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find some more fun at the party.” He winked, his tail swishing behind him, and Leo laughed.
As Leo and Kaleb approached the house where the party was being held, they could hear the thumping bass of dance music echoing through the open windows. They were greeted at the door by a male skunk, his black and white fur stark against the colorful diaper he wore. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he flashed them a flirtatious grin.
“Look what the hyena dragged in,” the skunk purred, his tail swishing behind him. “Was going to say ‘cat,’ but I wanted to be ironic. I’m Jax, your host for the evening. And who might you be?” Jax looked over to Leo.
Kaleb grinned. “This is Leo,” he said, gesturing to the lion. “And we’re here to party.”
“Oh? Is he your plus one or one of the strays you picked up on your way here?” Jax asked playfully.
Kaleb and Leo looked at each other. “Yes,” Kaleb plainly replied.
“Fair enough.” Jax’s eyes widened, and he looked them up and down, his gaze lingering on their diapers. “Aren’t you two just the cutest things,” he said, his voice laced with flirtation. “I love your diapers. They’re absolutely adorable.”
Kaleb chuckled, reaching out to rub Jax’s head affectionately. “And we love your smell, Jax,” he said, his voice warm. “Don’t ever be ashamed of it.”
Jax blushed, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. “Thank you,” he said, his voice soft. “I, uh, I couldn’t hold it earlier. I messed my diaper just before everyone started arriving.”
Leo and Kaleb exchanged amused glances. “Don’t worry about it, Jax,” Leo said, his voice gentle. “It’s all part of the fun, right?”
As more guests began to arrive, Jax turned to address the crowd. “Alright, everyone, listen up!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter and music in his living room. “Just wanted to remind everyone of the ol’ party rule. The one with the driest diaper at the start of the party is our designated ‘portapup’! Their diaper will be used as a party urinal for anyone who needs to go!”
A chorus of laughter and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Leo looked at Kaleb, his eyes wide with shock. “A portapup?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the noise.
Kaleb grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s a party thing, Leo,” he explained. “Sometimes, people don’t bring spare diapers, so one person is designated as the portapup. It’s all part of the fun.”
“Okay, but what does that entail, exactly?”
As the night wore on, Leo found himself the center of attention. His diaper had been deemed the driest, and guests lined up to take turns using it as a urinal. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through his veins. He watched, wide-eyed, as strangers lined up, their diapers rustling as they shuffled forward, eager to use him as their personal urinal. He felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning with humiliation as the first guest, a smirking coyote, approached him.
The coyote stood over Leo, his paw resting casually on the lion’s shoulder as he guided his cock out of his diaper. Leo could feel the heat of the coyote’s body, the soft fur brushing against his skin, and he shivered with anticipation and dread. The coyote let out a soft sigh of relief as he began to piss, the stream of hot, acrid urine cascading down onto Leo’s diaper.
Leo gasped as he felt the warmth spread across his crotch, the piss soaking into the padding, seeping through to his skin. He could feel it covering his shaft, the heat and wetness sending a jolt of sensation through him. It pooled around his balls, the weight and warmth of it strangely comforting, arousing even. He squirmed slightly, his body responding to the filthy, degrading act, his cock beginning to harden once more.
As the coyote finished and stepped away, another guest took his place. A bear this time, his massive form towering over Leo, his cock thick and heavy as he pulled it out of his diaper. He grunted softly as he began to piss, the stream even hotter and more forceful than the coyote’s. Leo groaned, his body trembling as he felt the bear’s piss drench his diaper, the warmth and wetness intensifying, the scent filling his nostrils.
He could feel his arousal growing, his cock throbbing as the sheer filthiness of the act sent waves of pleasure through him. The sensation of the hot piss against his fur, the weight of it in his diaper, the knowledge that he was being used, degraded, turned into a mere object for others’ pleasure – it was all overwhelmingly arousing.
Guest after guest took their turn, their piss mingling in Leo’s diaper, the heat and wetness building, the scent growing stronger, more pungent. Leo could feel it all – the hot streams cascading down onto him, the weight of the piss in his diaper, the way it sloshed slightly as he moved, the sensation of it against his cock, his balls, his skin. It was easily one the most arousing things he had ever experienced.
His cock was rock hard now, straining against the soaked padding of his diaper. He could feel the piss dripping from his diaper, trickling down his thighs, pooling on the puppy pads that lined the floor beneath him. He was a mess, a filthy, soaked, used mess. And he loved every second of it.
As the last guest finished and stepped away, Leo let out a shaky breath, his body trembling. He looked down at his diaper, at the dark stains, the dampness, the evidence of his utter degradation. And he felt a surge of pride, of pleasure, of sheer, unadulterated lust. He was the portapup, the toilet vessel for others’ pleasure. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Nearby, a fox was changing a raccoon’s diaper, their playful banter turning into heated moans as the fox took the raccoon’s hard cock into his mouth. At that point, the party quickly turned into an orgy, with guests engaging in various sexual acts with each other and their diapers.
As the party devolved into a full-blown orgy, the air grew thick with the scent of sex, piss, and sweat. The sounds of moans, grunts, and wet, squelching noises filled the room, a symphony of filthy, uninhibited pleasure. Leo, his diaper soaked and heavy with the piss of countless strangers, watched in awe and arousal as the guests indulged with unabashed freedom and lust.
In one corner, a muscular wolf was bent over the arm of a couch, his diaper torn open to reveal his glistening, eager hole. Behind him, a slender fox gripped his hips, his cock slick and shiny as he thrust in and out of the wolf’s ass. The wolf grunted with each thrust, his knuckles white as he gripped the couch cushions. The fox’s eyes were glazed over with lust, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he fucked the wolf with wild abandon.
Nearby, a chubby crow lay on his back, his diaper pushed up to expose his stiff cock. A lithe mink straddled him, his own cock hard and leaking as he rubbed it against the crow’s. They kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, their bodies writhing together as they rutted against each other, their cocks slick and shiny with precum.
On a nearby chair, a hyena sat with his legs spread wide, his diaper pushed to the side to expose his asshole. A slim, eager otter knelt before him, his nose pressed against the hyena’s hole, inhaling deeply and licking assertively. The hyena groaned, his body trembling with pleasure as the otter began to lick and probe his asshole, his tongue working eagerly, his nose pressed firmly against the hyena’s taint.
In the midst of it all, Jax, the host, lay on his back on the floor, his diaper tented by his rock-hard cock. A burly badger straddled his face, with his messy diaper rubbing against Jax’s eager mouth. Jax moaned, his body trembling with intense pleasure as he licked the badger’s well-used padding.
Across the room, a group of guests had gathered around a hulking bear, who lay on his back, his diaper pushed up to expose his massive cock. One by one, the guests took turns sitting on his cock, their own diapers pushed to the side as they impaled themselves on his thick, veiny shaft. The bear grunted with each new partner, his body trembling with pleasure as he fucked them eagerly.
In another corner, a timid deer lay on his side, his diaper soaked and stained. A dominant stag knelt behind him, a Hitachi wand pressed firmly against the deer’s diaper. The wand buzzed loudly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through the deer’s body. He cried out, his body convulsing as the stag held him firmly in place, the wand pressing insistently against his soaked diaper, the vibrations intensifying his pleasure.
Amidst the chaos, Leo eventually found himself drawn into the fray. A handsome jaguar approached him, his eyes gleaming with lust, his cock hard and eager. He pushed Leo down onto a nearby couch, his body pressing firmly against the lion’s. Leo gasped as the jaguar’s cock pressed against his asshole, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. The jaguar growled, his hips thrusting forward as he began to fuck Leo, his cock sliding in and out of the lion.
As the jaguar fucked him, Leo found himself overwhelmed by the sheer filthiness of the scene around him. The scent of sex and diapers filled his nostrils, the sounds of moans and grunts filled his ears, and the sight of countless bodies writhing in pleasure filled his vision. He could feel the jaguar’s cock throbbing inside him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. He never would’ve imagined being bred this way, in a room full of horny, diapered creatures.
In that moment, Leo embraced the sheer, unadulterated filth of the orgy. He reveled in the sensation of being used, of being fucked, of being a part of this wild, uninhibited display of pleasure. And as he looked around the room, his eyes locking with Kaleb’s, he knew that he was exactly where he belonged. This was his world now, his reality, his ultimate fantasy brought to life.
As the early morning hours approached, the party began to wind down. Guests stumbled out of the house, their diapers soggy and their bodies sated. Leo, exhausted and content, fell asleep on the couch, his head lolling back as he succumbed to the warmth and comfort of his party diaper. Kaleb, his head resting on Leo’s lap, slept soundly, his body rising and falling with each steady breath.
When Leo awoke, the sun was streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the disheveled room. He looked down at his diaper, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw the stains and the dampness, the evidence of the night’s debauchery. He felt a sense of acceptance, of belonging, of utter contentment.
With a soft sigh, Leo closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the comfort of the couch, the warmth of Kaleb’s presence, and the sheer, filthy pleasure of his full diaper. He was home, he was happy, and he was finally, truly free.