Cody adjusted the strap of his backpack, the weight of his textbooks pressing heavily against his shoulders as he walked across the sunlit campus. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass, but his mind was elsewhere. He had just turned 19, and the pressures of college life were starting to weigh on him. Tuition, rent, and the ever-growing pile of bills were constant reminders of how little he had in his bank account. He sighed, running a hand through his short, sandy fur, his hyena ears twitching at the sound of laughter from a group of students nearby.
It was then that his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A message from his friend, Marcus, popped up. “Dude, you should totally apply for this modeling gig. Pays crazy well. I’ll send you the link.”
Cody frowned, his tail flicking slightly behind him as he stared at his phone screen. Modeling? The word echoed in his mind, accompanied by a wave of self-doubt. He had never considered himself the type. Sure, he was in decent shape — his lean, athletic build was the result of occasional runs around campus and sporadic gym sessions when he could muster the motivation. But the idea of posing for a camera, of being scrutinized under bright lights and judged for his appearance, made his stomach twist into knots. He wasn’t exactly shy, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who craved attention either. The thought of strangers staring at him, analyzing every curve of his fur, every angle of his body, felt invasive in a way he couldn’t quite articulate.
Still, the mention of good pay caught his attention. Cody’s ears perked up slightly as he reread Marcus’s message. “Pays crazy well,” the text said. Those three words lingered in his mind, tugging at the part of him that was constantly stressed about money. College wasn’t cheap, and neither was living on his own. His part-time job at the campus library barely covered his rent, let alone the mountain of textbooks and supplies he needed for his classes. The idea of earning enough to ease some of that financial pressure was undeniably tempting.
With a hesitant sigh, Cody clicked the link Marcus had sent. His phone screen filled with bold, stylized text and images that immediately made his pulse quicken. The website was sleek and professional, but the content was far from what he had expected. It was for a fetish and gay male modeling agency. His eyes widened as he scrolled through the job description, his tail stiffening behind him. The pay was indeed generous — more than he could make in a month at the library — but the nature of the work made his stomach churn.
The agency specialized in niche photography, catering to a specific audience with particular tastes. The models in the photos were confident, striking, and bold, their poses ranging from playful to provocative. Some wore leather, others latex, and a few were even clad in outfits that made Cody’s cheeks burn with embarrassment and intrigue. He couldn’t imagine himself in their place, couldn’t picture himself embodying that kind of confidence.
Yet, as he continued to scroll, a small, traitorous part of him couldn’t help but wonder. What would it be like to step into that world, even just once? To shed the weight of his insecurities and embrace something so far outside his comfort zone?
Cody’s ears flattened against his head as he closed the browser tab, his mind racing. He knew he should delete the link, forget about the job, and go back to his usual routine. But the image of those pay numbers lingered in his mind, taunting him. Could he really turn down an opportunity like this? The rational part of him screamed no, but the desperate, cash-strapped part of him whispered maybe.
He sat there for a long time, his tail twitching nervously as he weighed his options. The idea of modeling still made him uneasy, but the promise of financial relief was hard to ignore. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he opened the application page and began to fill it out. His hands trembled slightly as he typed, but he forced himself to keep going. He attached a few photos — nothing too revealing, just some casual shots he had taken in his dorm room — and hit send before he could second-guess himself.
To his surprise, he received a response the next day. They wanted him to come in for a photo shoot. Cody’s heart raced as he read the email. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or terrified, but he knew he couldn’t back out now.
The day of the shoot arrived, and Cody found himself standing outside a sleek, modern building in the heart of the city. He took a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his shirt, and stepped inside. The receptionist, a sleek fox with a warm smile, directed him to a large studio filled with bright lights and cameras. Several other models were already there, chatting casually as they prepared for the shoot.
Cody’s eyes widened as he stepped further into the studio, his gaze darting around the room. The space was bustling with activity—models adjusting their outfits, stylists fussing over hair and makeup, and the photographer directing the setup of lights and cameras. But what caught Cody’s attention wasn’t the organized chaos of the shoot. It was something far more unexpected. Several of the models were wearing adult diapers.
His ears flattened against his head, and he felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck, the warmth spreading to the tips of his fur. He had known, intellectually, that this was a fetish agency. The job description had been clear, and he had braced himself for something outside the norm. But seeing it in person was something else entirely. The diapers were impossible to ignore — bright white, crinkling softly as the models moved, their bulk visible underneath the bright studio lights. Cody’s tail twitched nervously, and he glanced around, half-expecting someone to laugh or point out how out of place he looked.
Cody wanted to turn away with embarrassment, but he couldn’t. Despite the initial shock, he found himself drawn to the sight of the diapers. His gaze lingered, curiosity overtaking his discomfort. Some of the models had noticeable bulges, the thick padding creating a distinct shape that made his heart race. Others had bulges where the outline of their cocks could be seen, causing slight tenting in the front of their diapers. A few appeared wet, their wetness indicators either partially or fully faded, the evidence of their use impossible to ignore.
He wanted to get closer to them, to approach them and have a closer look at their diapers. The urge was almost overwhelming, a strange pull that he couldn’t quite explain. He wanted to see the details — the way the material hugged their bodies, the way it shifted as they moved, the way it absorbed and held. But he quickly shook the thought away, his cheeks burning even hotter. This wasn’t the time or place for that kind of curiosity. He was here to work, to be professional, even if his body and mind seemed to have other ideas.
Cody forced himself to look away, focusing instead on the photographer, who was now approaching him with a friendly smile. The wolf’s confidence was reassuring, his tall, muscular frame exuding an air of authority and ease that made Cody feel both intimidated and comforted. The wolf introduced himself as Mark, his voice smooth and warm, like he was used to putting nervous newcomers at ease. Cody tried to mirror that confidence, standing a little straighter and forcing a small smile, even though his heart was still pounding in his chest. He reminded himself why he was here — the money, the opportunity, the chance to push his boundaries. But as he stood there, waiting for instructions, he couldn’t help but steal another glance at the other models. Their ease and confidence were mesmerizing, and for the first time, Cody wondered if he could ever feel that comfortable in his own skin.
Mark began asking Cody questions, his tone casual and conversational. He wanted to know how Cody had found out about the agency, if he had ever done any modeling before, and if he was comfortable with having pictures taken of him in little clothing, fetish clothing, revealing clothing, and even no clothing. Cody answered all of his questions honestly, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. He admitted that he had no prior modeling experience and that the idea of posing in such revealing outfits was still a bit daunting, but he was willing to give it a try. Mark nodded, his expression understanding, as if he had heard similar answers countless times before.
As the interview continued, Mark explained how the agency operated. Models were paid based on how often they were used in photo shoots, how much attention their photos received, and if they were specifically requested by clients. He gave Cody a very generous estimate of how much he could make with the agency, especially given the flexible hours they offered to accommodate his college schedule. Cody’s ears perked up at that, his tail giving a slight flick of interest. Mark added that the agency was set up so close to campus precisely because they frequently used college guys as models. The proximity made it easy for students like Cody to balance work and school, and the agency was used to working around academic commitments.
At one point in the interview, Cody’s curiosity got the better of him. He glanced over at the models in diapers again, his cheeks flushing as he asked Mark about them. The wolf chuckled, noting Cody’s nervousness, and explained that the models were wearing diapers for a shoot commissioned by a company that sold adult baby/diaper lover (AB/DL) products, such as diapers, onesies, and related accessories. Mark’s tone was matter-of-fact, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, and Cody found himself relaxing slightly.
Mark then smiled, waving a paw in Cody’s direction as he explained that others, like Cody, had a boyish and submissive look, which made them ideal models for the AB/DL business. He elaborated that guys like Cody, who weren’t overly muscled and had a more youthful, approachable appearance, were highly sought after in this niche market. “You’ve got a very cute and desirable look,” Mark said, his tone encouraging. “It’s exactly what the AB/DL business needs.”
Cody nodded in understanding, though his ears were still tinged with pink. The idea of being considered “cute” and “desirable” in this context was both flattering and overwhelming. He couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that was intrigued by the idea, even if it was buried under layers of embarrassment and uncertainty. As Mark wrapped up the interview and led him toward the set, Cody couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation. This was all so far outside his comfort zone, but maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what he needed to discover a new side of himself.
The photographer’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Ready to get started?” the wolf asked, his tone casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Cody nodded, swallowing hard. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but he knew there was no turning back now. As he followed the photographer to the set, his mind kept drifting back to the diapers.
Cody nodded nervously, his tail twitching as he followed the wolf to a small dressing room tucked away in the corner of the studio. The space was dimly lit, with a full-length mirror on one wall and a bench against the other. Mark handed him a diaper, the material crisp and white, and instructed him to put it on. Cody’s paws trembled slightly as he unfolded the garment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He felt ridiculous, standing there with a diaper in his paws, but there was also a strange and unfamiliar thrill coursing through him. There was curiosity, embarrassment, and something else he couldn’t quite name.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and slowly applied the diaper, meticulously focused on ensuring the top and bottom tapes ran parallel to each other from both sides. The first thing he noticed was the snug fit around his waist, the elastic bands hugging his hips securely but not uncomfortably. The padding was soft and thick, pressing tightly against his fur, and he couldn’t ignore how it cradled his cock, the sensation both foreign and oddly pleasant. He shifted slightly, adjusting the fit, and felt a flush of warmth spread through him as the plastic crinkled softly with every movement. His mind wandered, and he found himself wondering, People can just go in these things, huh? A bizarre and intriguing thought. And he couldn’t help but rub his padded bulge, his paw lingering for a moment as he tried to process the chaotic mix of sensations.
When he finally looked up at the mirror, his reflection stared back at him, a mix of confusion and vulnerability etched across his face. The diaper was undeniably noticeable, its bulk and shape impossible to ignore, and Cody felt exposed in a way he never had before. His ears flattened against his head, and his tail curled slightly, betraying his unease. But as he stood there, taking in his reflection, something shifted. He thought about the other models he had seen earlier, their confidence and ease as they wore their diapers with pride. They hadn’t seemed embarrassed or self-conscious — if anything, they had seemed empowered. And now, as Cody looked at himself, he felt a flicker of that same empowerment, though he couldn’t quite understand why.
With one last glance in the mirror, Cody turned and stepped out of the dressing room, the diaper crinkling softly with every step. He still felt a little self-conscious, but there was a newfound determination in his stride. Whatever this experience was going to be, he was ready to face it head-on.
When he returned to the studio, the photographer guided him to the set, positioning him in front of the camera. The lights were blinding, and Cody felt exposed, vulnerable. But as the shoot progressed, something shifted. The photographer’s instructions were clear and confident, and Cody found himself relaxing into the role. The sensation of the diaper against his skin, once so foreign, began to feel oddly comforting. He noticed a warmth spreading through him, a subtle arousal that he hadn’t expected.
“Now, Cody,” Mark said, his voice low and encouraging. “I want you to let go. Wet the diaper. Don’t think about it — just do it.”
Cody’s ears shot up, and his tail stiffened behind him. He blinked, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard. “You want me to do what now?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His heart was pounding, and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. This was not what he had signed up for — or at least, not what he had thought he was signing up for. Sure, he had known this was a fetish agency, but the idea of actually using the diaper in front of everyone was beyond anything he had imagined.
Mark chuckled softly, his tone calm and reassuring. “The client gave instructions for the models to use their diapers for certain shots,” he explained, shrugging casually. “I mean, if you’re wearing ’em, use ’em. It’s alright with me.” He gave Cody a thumbs-up, his expression encouraging, but Cody felt anything but reassured.
Cody froze in place, his mind racing. The brief sense of empowerment he had felt earlier — standing in front of the mirror, admiring how the diaper hugged his body — faded into a deep, gnawing fear of being truly exposed. This wasn’t just about wearing a diaper anymore; this was about using it, in front of everyone. His eyes darted around the studio, taking in the scene. Several other models were standing nearby, their arms crossed casually as they waited for their turn. Their diapers were still on, and they seemed completely at ease, smiling and chuckling softly to themselves as they watched Cody’s reaction. Their confidence only made him feel more self-conscious.
He looked down at his diapered bulge, the thick padding pressing snugly against him, and then locked eyes with Mark. The wolf’s expression was calm, almost expectant, as if he were waiting for Cody to come to terms with the situation. Cody’s mind was wrestling with a flurry of emotions — embarrassment, fear, curiosity, and something else he couldn’t quite name. His cock was throbbing, outrageously hard, a physical response that only added to his confusion.
“It’s alright, dude!” one of the models shouted to him, breaking the tension. The voice belonged to a tall, lean fox who was leaning casually against a nearby wall, his own diaper crinkling softly as he shifted his weight. “I think the company just wants to see what their diapers look like when they’re used. I don’t think the used diaper shots are going to be on their product pages.”
Mark turned to face the fox and snickered, his tone playful. “They might be,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. The comment sent a fresh wave of panic through Cody. The prospect of being on a public-facing website, his image displayed for anyone to see in a wet diaper, was terrifying. His mind raced with images of his friends, his classmates, his family stumbling across those photos. The thought made him feel trapped.
But at the same time, his body was betraying him. The snug fit of the diaper, the pressure against his cock, the sheer taboo of the situation — it was all too much. He was hard, harder than he had been in a long time, and the conflicting emotions only made it worse. He wanted to run, to hide, to pretend this wasn’t happening. But another part of him, a part he didn’t fully understand, wanted to see this through. To push past his fear and embrace the vulnerability, the exposure, the thrill.
Cody took a deep breath, his paws trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of the set. He looked at Mark, then at the other models, and finally down at himself. The diaper was still pristine, the bright white material stark against his fur. But he knew that wouldn’t last long. With a shaky exhale, he closed his eyes and let go.
When Cody finally let go, the sound of his diaper hissing and gurgling filled the quiet studio, a stark reminder of what he was doing. The hyena realized he had probably accumulated a full bladder from all the bottled water he had consumed before the shoot started, combined with the tension that had been building up inside him. Cody had always had a tendency to pee more when he was anxious, and now, as the floodgates opened, he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. But the relief he felt was extraordinary, a wave of warmth and release that washed over him, both physically and emotionally.
As he wet his diaper, Cody became acutely aware of every sensation. The warmth of his piss spread rapidly, the temperature rising around his crotch as the liquid pooled and pressed against his skin. He could feel it gathering around his balls, the weight and warmth of it creating an oddly comforting pressure before the diaper’s absorbent core began to soak it up. The material swelled slightly, the padding thickening as it absorbed the liquid, and Cody couldn’t help but notice how the diaper seemed to mold itself to his body, the snug fit becoming even more pronounced.
There were so many sensations — some he had expected, others he hadn’t — and Cody found himself surprised by how much he appreciated them. The crinkle of the diaper, the warmth spreading through it, the way it hugged him even tighter as it absorbed his piss — it was all so overwhelming, yet strangely satisfying. He had never imagined he would find himself in a situation like this, let alone enjoy it, but there he was, standing in front of the camera, wetting his diaper as the flashes went off around him.
A part of him wanted to drop to his knees, to rub his soaked, padded crotch and revel in the sensations. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his cock throbbing with a desire to finish what he started. But he knew he had to be professional. He had to keep it together, to maintain his composure and keep the photo shoot running as seamlessly as possible. So he stood still, his paws clenched at his sides as he tried to focus on the task at hand.
“That’s perfect,” Mark said, his voice smooth and approving as he snapped a few more shots. The wolf’s tone was almost teasing, his words dripping with a kind of playful encouragement that made Cody’s ears burn. “You’re a natural, baby,” Mark added, the nickname slipping out so casually that it caught Cody off guard.
“A baby?” Cody said breathlessly. He was horny, almost too horny for his own good, and the combination of Mark’s words and the sensations coursing through his body was almost too much to handle.
Cody’s mind raced. He had never thought of himself as a “baby,” but the way Mark said it — so casually, so confidently — made something inside him stir. It was as if a door had been opened, revealing a part of himself he hadn’t known existed. And as he stood there, his diaper soaked and his body trembling with arousal, Cody couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this shoot might have in store.
Mark then asked Cody to pose in multiple positions in his wet diaper, guiding him through a series of shots that ranged from playful to provocative. Cody had to admit that the whole photo shoot had him turned on, his body responding in ways he hadn’t anticipated. The combination of the camera’s gaze, the crinkle of the diaper, and the sheer taboo of the situation had his libido working overtime. He was grateful that the thick, soggy diaper was able to somehow mask his erection, though the pressure against his cock only added to the intensity of the experience. The pure excitement of being photographed in such sexually explicit positions was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and Cody found himself caught between embarrassment and arousal as he followed Mark’s instructions.
After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, they called the photo shoot done. Mark gave Cody a warm smile and told him he could get dressed, but not before offering him a free bag of adult diapers to take home. “You might want to use these for future shoots,” Mark said with a wink, his tone light and teasing. Cody accepted the bag, his cheeks flushing slightly, but he couldn’t deny that he felt good about how the shoot had gone. He had stepped far outside his comfort zone, and it seemed like it had paid off. Mark pulled up the photos on a large flatscreen mounted on the wall, and the models gathered around to examine the images.
The photos were striking, to say the least. Cody’s heart raced as he saw himself on the screen, his body captured in various poses, the wet diaper prominently displayed. Mark and the other models complimented Cody on how good he looked, their praise genuine and enthusiastic. “You’re a natural,” one of the models said, a tall, muscular tiger who had been particularly friendly throughout the shoot. “Thick, soggy diapers really suit you,” another added, a sleek otter with a mischievous grin. Mark nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the images with a satisfied smile. “I suspected you’d be a natural fit as a ‘baby,'” he said, his tone matter-of-fact but kind. “And I was right.”
Mark then handed Cody $200 on the spot, explaining that the agency wanted to use several of the pictures for an upcoming advertisement. Cody’s ears perked up at the mention of payment, his tail giving a slight flick of excitement. This was real money, and it was just the beginning. After the photos were reviewed, Mark and Cody sat down to discuss Cody’s employment with the agency. The wolf outlined the opportunities available, the potential for steady work, and the flexibility that would allow Cody to balance modeling with his college schedule. By the end of the conversation, Cody felt a sense of optimism he hadn’t felt in a long time. This could actually work.
Over the next several weeks, Cody’s life began to change in ways he hadn’t expected. He quickly made several thousand dollars, the paychecks rolling in as he became a regular at the agency. He met several of the other models, their camaraderie making the shoots feel less intimidating and more like a collaborative effort. The atmosphere was casual and professional, and Cody found himself forming friendships with some of the other guys. They shared tips and advice, helping each other through the process of getting ready for shoots — applying makeup, oiling up, and perfecting their poses. After the shoots, they guided each other through the after-care routines, showering to remove the makeup and oil, and debriefing over coffee or snacks.
But as Cody settled into his new role, he noticed that he was being treated differently from the other models. While most of the models were encouraged to go for the college athlete look—toned, muscular, and rugged, Cody was asked to maintain a smoother, more youthful appearance. Mark explained that this was part of his role as the “baby” model. Cody was instructed to shave his fur more closely and even undergo laser hair removal to eliminate any “excess” body hair. It was a strange request, but Cody understood that it was part of the job. The agency was slowly adding more models with a mix of bodybuilder and slim runner/swimmer physiques, but Cody was surprised to learn that he was the only “baby” model they currently had. This unique niche meant that Cody was always called in whenever a client wanted someone like him, ensuring that he got a lot of work.
One day, as Cody was lounging in the agency’s green room, he overheard two of the models — a muscular jaguar named Darius and a lean, athletic fox named Elliot — discussing their recent “couples” photo shoot. Their conversation was casual, almost nonchalant. But the subject matter caught Cody’s attention immediately. He leaned forward, his ears perking up as he listened intently.
“So, how was the shoot?” Elliot asked, stretching out on the couch with a lazy grin.
“It was good,” Darius replied. “We had to do a lot of touching, but it’s all part of the job. The pay was great, though — way more than the standard shoots.”
Cody’s curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but interject. “Wait, what’s a ‘couples’ shoot?” he asked.
Darius and Eli turned to him, their expressions friendly and open. “Oh, it’s when the agency does gay erotic storyboards for magazines and websites,” Elliot explained. “They pair up two models, and we have to pose together, sometimes touching or acting like we’re into each other. It’s more provocative than the usual stuff, but the pay is a lot better.”
Cody’s eyes widened slightly, his mind racing as he processed the information. The idea of being in a more provocative shoot both excited and unnerved him. He had been warming up to the idea of pushing his boundaries, but this was a whole new level. Still, the mention of higher pay was undeniably tempting.
“So… what exactly do you have to do?” Cody asked.
Darius chuckled. “Most of the time, it’s just posing together and acting like we’re having sex or kissing. We’ll be naked or close to it, and the photos will make it look like we’re really going at it, but it’s all just suggestive. Light touching, maybe some grinding, but nothing too intense. It’s all about the illusion.”
Cody nodded slowly, his tail twitching as he considered the explanation. “So, it’s mostly just posing and light touching? That’s it?”
Elliot laughed. “Yeah, pretty much. But if you’re up for it, the agency also does actual gay magazines and gay porn. That’s a whole other level, though. You’d have to be comfortable with a lot more than just posing.”
Cody’s ears flattened slightly at the mention of porn, but he couldn’t deny that the idea of being in a “couples” shoot intrigued him. The thought of being paired with another model, of exploring that kind of intimacy in front of the camera, was both thrilling and intimidating. And then there was the pay — significantly higher than what he was making now. It was hard to ignore.
“You’d be in high demand, though,” Darius added, his tone thoughtful. “Especially with your ‘baby’ role and wearing diapers. A lot of clients would love to see you in that kind of shoot. You’ve got that cute, submissive look they go crazy for.”
Cody’s cheeks flushed at the comment, but he couldn’t help feeling a flicker of pride. He had never thought of himself as particularly desirable, but the way Darius and Elliot talked about his niche role made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t before. The idea of being highly desired, of having clients specifically request him, was undeniably appealing.
As the conversation continued, Cody found himself warming up to the idea more and more. The “couples” shoots sounded like a natural next step in his modeling career, a way to challenge himself and explore new opportunities. And with the support of the other models, he felt more confident about taking that leap.
Cody approached Mark a few days later, to ask about trying out a couples shoot. Mark was excited to have Cody in a couples shoot and was ready to schedule him for two days later. He already had Darius assigned to be his partner and told Cory that this would be a “dad and baby” erotic shoot. Mark then informed him that for his first time, Mark would stick with a simple “seduction” theme for the shoot. Cody was unsure of what that would entail, but Mark just told him where and when to show up, and that Cody would find out.
The couples shoot with Darius was, to Cody’s surprise, extremely relaxed and professional. Mark had walked him through everything beforehand, explaining the concept and assuring him that he would do just fine. The scene was non-verbal, relying entirely on body language and expression to convey the story. Darius and Cody were to act out a daddy-and-baby dynamic, with Darius taking on the more dominant role while Cody played the submissive “baby.” The setup was intimate, but Mark’s calm demeanor and clear instructions helped ease Cody’s nerves.
As the shoot began, Darius immediately took the lead, his confidence putting Cody at ease. The jaguar began to flirt with Cody, his playful teasing and warm smile making the atmosphere feel more like a fun collaboration than a high-pressure job. The chemistry between them was natural, and soon enough, the two were stripping down to their diapers, their bodies pressed close as they moved through a series of risqué poses. There was a lot of touching — paws on hips, paws grazing fur, bodies pressed together — but Cody was surprised at how easy it all felt. Darius’s calm, professional attitude made it seem like the most normal thing in the world.
Very soon into the shoot, both Darius and Cody became erect, their bodies responding to the intimate poses and constant touching. Cody’s ears flushed with embarrassment, but Darius just chuckled softly, his voice low and reassuring. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone casual. “It happens to everyone. Just ignore it and focus on the poses.” His words helped Cody relax, and he pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
What Cody didn’t know, however, was that Mark had asked Darius for a favor. As the shoot was wrapping up, the two were photographed in a particularly intimate pose: Darius standing behind Cody, his muscular frame towering over the smaller hyena, his paws wrapped seductively around Cody’s diapered waist. The pose was suggestive but still within the bounds of what Cody had expected. What he hadn’t expected was what happened next.
In between shots, Cody felt a warm liquid entering the back of his diaper. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening. Darius, who was completely naked at that point, had strategically and discreetly guided his cock — which had been pressing against Cody’s back moments earlier — into the back of Cody’s diaper and started peeing. Cody froze, his mind racing as he tried to process what was happening. He wanted to pull away, to protest, but Darius’s grip on his waist was firm, and the jaguar’s voice was calm and steady as he whispered in Cody’s ear.
“Keep staring at the camera,” Darius murmured, his breath warm against Cody’s fur. “Just enjoy the moment.”
Cody’s heart was pounding, his body torn between shock and arousal. The warmth spreading through his diaper was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting harder by the second, as a stranger’s piss ran down his fuzzy backside and pooled temporarily in his seat. He tried to stay professional, to focus on the camera and the poses, but it was impossible to ignore the sensation of Darius using his diaper as a urinal. The crinkle of the plastic, the weight of the piss, the way it pressed against his skin — it was all so intense, so intimate, and so utterly unexpected.
Mark, meanwhile, seemed completely unfazed. “Look at how soaked you’re getting,” he said, his voice simmering with amusement as he continued snapping photos. “I love how flustered you look.”
Cody’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that was enjoying the experience. The combination of embarrassment and arousal was intoxicating, and the way Darius’s body pressed against his, the way the jaguar’s voice whispered in his ear, made it impossible to resist the thrill of the moment. He tried to maintain his composure, to keep his expression neutral as the camera flashed, but inside, he was full of emotions that chaotically bounced around in his mind.
By the time the shoot wrapped up, Cody’s diaper was thoroughly soaked, the weight and warmth of it a constant reminder of what had just happened. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet strangely empowered. The experience had pushed him far outside his comfort zone, but he was embracing these experiences quicker than ever before.
Everyone in the studio was very complimentary toward Cody after the shoot, praising his professionalism and the surprising ease with which he had handled the scene. Despite the intensity of the poses and the unexpected turn of events with Darius, Cody had managed to stay focused and composed, delivering exactly what the shoot required. The crew, the photographer, and even Darius himself were impressed by how naturally Cody had taken to the role, especially given how far outside his comfort zone it had pushed him.
Having his diaper broken into by a handsome and evidently horny jaguar had been a shock, but Cody found that he didn’t feel uncomfortable about it at all. In fact, as the shoot progressed, he had embraced the experience with a level of confidence that surprised even himself. Whether he was posing on all fours with Darius behind him, the jaguar’s muzzle pressed against the back of his diaper as if licking him, or on his knees with his head obscuring Darius’s hard cock as he pretended to blow him, Cody had thrown himself into the role completely. The way Darius gripped his hips in a doggie-style pose, or the way Cody straddled the jaguar’s hips, pretending to ride his hard cock, felt natural and fluid. Cody’s facial expressions — eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, a look of pure enjoyment — screamed that he loved every moment of it.
As they wrapped up the shoot and headed to the showers, Cody and Darius carried on like old friends, their camaraderie easy and unforced. They joked and goofed off, their laughter echoing through the tiled room as they rinsed off the makeup and oil from the shoot. The fact that they had just been naked and posed together in sexually explicit positions didn’t seem to faze either of them. It was all part of the job, and they treated it with the same casual professionalism as any other work.
While they dried off and got dressed, Darius brought up the possibility of future shoots. “This one’s going to be popular,” he said with a grin, his tone confident. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we get tapped for a more revealing sex shoot next time.”
Cody’s ears perked up at the comment, his tail giving a slight flick of interest. “A sex shoot?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral despite the sudden rush of arousal the idea sparked in him.
Darius laughed, clearly amused by Cody’s intrigued expression. “Yeah, like actual penetration or oral sex,” he explained. “It’s a step up from what we did today, but it’s not as big a deal as you might think. It’s just another part of the job.”
Cody nodded, his mind racing as he tried to process the idea. The thought of taking things to that level was undeniably thrilling, and he couldn’t deny that it excited him. He tried to hide his arousal, but the way his tail twitched and his ears flushed gave him away. Darius noticed, of course, and chuckled softly, clapping Cody on the shoulder.
“You’ll do great,” Darius said. “You’re a natural, Cody. I can tell.”
As they finished getting dressed, Mark approached them, a satisfied smile on his face. He handed them both their payment for the shoot, the crisp bills a tangible reminder of how well they had done. “Amazing work, you two,” Mark said, his voice warm with praise. “This is going to be a hit. I can feel it.”
Cody felt a swell of pride as he took the money, his mind still buzzing with the possibilities Darius had mentioned. The shoot had been intense, but it had also been exhilarating, and the idea of taking things even further was exciting.
Mark later revealed the “couples” shoot was a smashing success. The revelation that the “couples” shoot had been a big hit excited Cody, but it was quickly followed by a surge of nervousness. The success of the shoot had led to a new opportunity — a full-on sex shoot between Cody and Darius. While Cody had fantasized about the idea of taking things to that level, the reality of it was suddenly hitting him hard. The shoot was actually going to happen, and he needed to prepare for it in ways he had never considered before. The thought of performing in front of a camera, of being intimate with Darius in such an explicit way, was thrilling and terrifying.
Feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, Cody decided to reach out to Mark for guidance. He sent an email asking for instructions and pointers to help him prepare for the upcoming shoot. Mark’s response was thorough and professional, providing Cody with a list of links to slightly-above-average gay porn websites that featured men in diapers. These sites, Mark explained, would give Cody a sense of the kind of content they were aiming for and help him understand the dynamics of a porn shoot. Mark also shared links to websites that explained the differences between porn sex and normal sex, as well as a go-to resource featuring advice from classic and former porn stars for newcomers like Cody.
Cody spent the next few days immersing himself in the material, watching videos, reading articles, and taking notes on techniques and tips. He was determined to be as prepared as possible, and the more he learned, the more his confidence grew. Mark had also suggested that Cody refrain from having sex or masturbating in the days leading up to the shoot, emphasizing the importance of making their “money shots” particularly powerful. Cody agreed, understanding the logic behind the advice, and committed himself to following it.
By the time the day of the shoot arrived, Cody felt surprisingly less nervous than he had expected. The preparation had helped him feel more in control, and the more he thought about the scene, the more excited he became. He was no longer concerned about the prospect of having sex with another guy — especially someone as experienced and professional as Darius. If everything went according to plan, Cody believed the scene would be hot, authentic, and something he could be proud of.
When Cody arrived at the studio, he was greeted by the familiar buzz of activity. The crew was setting up lights and cameras, and Mark was going over the final details with Darius. Cody and Darius exchanged a friendly nod, their camaraderie from the previous shoot still strong. They worked their way through the makeup portion of the schedule, the artists carefully applying oil and powder to enhance their features under the bright studio lights. Once they were dressed in their diapers and ready to go, Mark gave them a quick rundown of the scene, approving the suggestions they had discussed earlier.
As they waited for the crew to give them the go-ahead, Cody felt a strange sense of calm. The nervousness that had plagued him days ago was gone, replaced by a quiet confidence. He glanced over at Darius, who gave him a reassuring smile. “You ready for this?” Darius asked, his tone casual but supportive.
Cody nodded, his tail giving a slight flick of determination. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady. “Let’s do this.”
The crew signaled that they were ready, and Cody took his position on the set, his heart pounding with anticipation. This was it — the moment he had been preparing for. As the camera started rolling, Cody focused on the scene, on the connection between him and Darius, and on the story they were about to tell. Whatever happened next, he was ready.
The scene was set inside a small, cozy house, designed to look like a typical suburban home but with a twist. The bedroom had been converted into a baby’s room, complete with oversized furniture tailored for adult use. The crib, for instance, was large enough to comfortably fit an adult, its bars sturdy and its mattress thick and padded. The walls were painted in soft pastel colors, and shelves lined with stuffed animals and baby toys added to the nursery aesthetic. The camera panned slowly across the room, capturing every detail, before settling on Cody, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully inside the crib. He was wearing nothing but a diaper, his fur slightly tousled, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
The tranquility of the scene was interrupted by a light tapping on the door. Darius entered the room, dressed in a crisp white shirt and snug boxer briefs that accentuated his muscular frame. His expression was a seamless blend of amusement and sternness as he walked over to the crib, his paws resting on the bars as he peered down at Cody. The jaguar crossed his arms, his tail swishing lazily behind him, and cleared his throat.
“Rise and shine, kiddo,” Darius said.
Cody stirred, his ears twitching as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, disoriented, before looking to his left and right. His confusion was palpable as he realized he was inside a crib, his brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of the situation. “What the hell, man?” he mumbled, his voice groggy as he rubbed his head. “My head is throbbing.”
Darius smirked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “You got pretty wasted last night. And you made a huge fool of yourself, pissing on my living room floor in front of all your friends.”
Cody’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I don’t remember—” he started, but Darius cut him off.
“And this is your punishment,” the jaguar said, gesturing to the crib and the diaper Cody was wearing.
Cody looked down at his waist, his expression shifting from confusion to horror as he noticed the diaper. He acted the part perfectly, his face a mask of terror and humiliation as he realized what had been done to him while he was asleep. The camera zoomed in on his expression, capturing every flicker of emotion — his wide eyes, his trembling lips, the way his ears flattened against his head. It was a convincing performance, but Cody couldn’t help worrying that the prying camera lens would pick up on the sudden tenting in his diaper. He wasn’t supposed to be erect for the scene, at least not yet, and he hoped the angle of the shot would hide his growing arousal.
“This is sick, bro,” Cody snapped, his voice tinged with anger and embarrassment.
“But necessary,” Darius replied, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.
Cody shifted uncomfortably in the crib, his paws gripping the bars as he tried to sit up. “And I need to take another piss, so let me get out of—” he started, but before he could finish, Darius pushed him back down with a firm paw.
The jaguar’s devilish smirk sent a shiver down Cody’s spine. It was a look that hinted at something darker, something more intense, and it cemented the impression that Darius was going to eventually force himself onto Cody. When that moment came, it was going to be rough, and Cody couldn’t help but feel overwhelming anticipation. He started crafting additional context for the scene in his head, imagining the backstory and the dynamics between the characters. It wasn’t something he had planned on doing, but it helped him get into the role, even if it made focusing on his lines and movements more challenging.
The truth was, Cody was horny. The combination of the scenario, Darius’s commanding presence, and the thrill of performing in front of the camera had his body responding in ways he couldn’t control. He tried his best to stay focused, to deliver his lines with the right mix of anger and vulnerability, but it was a struggle. Every time Darius touched him, every time the jaguar’s smirk deepened, Cody felt his arousal growing. He knew he had to keep it together, to stay in character, but it was proving harder than he had anticipated.
As the scene continued, Cody did his best to channel his nervous energy into his performance, using it to fuel the tension and emotion of the moment. He just hoped that when the time came for the more intense parts of the scene, he would be able to keep his composure — and his excitement — under control.
“If you don’t let me go, I am going to have an accident,” Cody said, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and defiance. He glared up at Darius, his paws gripping the bars of the crib as he tried to sit up, but the jaguar’s firm grip kept him in place.
Darius smirked, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned over the crib. “That’s the point,” he said. “Wet your diaper, baby.”
Cody’s ears flattened against his head, and his tail twitched nervously. This would mark the first time he had been ordered to piss on command, and the pressure was immense. The camera was trained on him, its lens capturing every detail of his expression. The crew watched intently, their eyes fixed on him as they waited for him to perform the humiliating deed. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the equipment, and the weight of their expectations bore down on him.
To prepare for this scene, Cody had followed Mark’s instructions to the letter. He had drunk nearly a gallon of water about two hours prior, ensuring that his bladder was full and ready for the moment. Mark had told him that he could “drench” his diaper for the scene, and if he ended up leaking, that would be incorporated into the narrative. It was all part of the plan, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier.
From the corner of his eye, Cody saw the camera peering over the edge of the crib, its lens focused squarely on him. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tried to concentrate, to focus on the sensation of his full bladder and let go, but the pressure was overwhelming. He could feel the sweat gathering around his neck, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to perform on cue. But then, his mind shifted. Instead of focusing on the camera or the crew or the humiliating nature of the act, he turned his attention inward, to the aching pressure in his bladder. It was a desperate, almost painful sensation, one that demanded release. As he focused on that feeling, something inside him clicked. The tension in his body eased, and he finally let go.
The camera captured every moment as Cody’s diaper suddenly darkened, the warm liquid spreading rapidly through the absorbent material. Cody lay on his back, his breath hitching as he felt the warmth of his piss splashing back against his groin, saturating the diaper and pressing against his skin. The sensation was intense. He could hear the faint hissing sound of his piss filling the diaper, and he realized that the hidden microphone tucked underneath a pillow beside his head was picking up the audio. The thought made his cheeks burn even hotter. How humiliating.
But despite the embarrassment, Cody couldn’t deny the pleasure and thrill he felt. The way the diaper swelled and grew heavier, the way the warmth spread through it, the way the camera captured every detail—it was all so intense, so intimate, and so utterly surreal. He tried to stay in character, to maintain the look of humiliation and vulnerability that the scene required, but inside, he was ready for everything.
As the last drops trickled out, Cody let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing against the mattress. The crew murmured their approval, and Mark gave him a nod of encouragement. “Great job, Cody,” the wolf said. “That was perfect.”
Cody nodded weakly, his ears still tinged with pink. He had done it — he had performed the humiliating act on cue, and the scene was everything Mark had hoped for.
The crew took a brief break to make some adjustments to the scene, giving everyone a moment to reset and prepare for the next shot. Cody lay in the crib, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. The weight of the soaked diaper pressed against him, still warm and thick, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He turned his head slightly and saw Darius standing beside the crib, the jaguar’s expression calm but his body language betraying his own arousal. Darius casually rubbed the front of his boxer briefs, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he cleared his throat. Clearly, the jaguar was as horny and flustered as Cody was.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, they exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Neither of them said anything, though. There was an unspoken agreement to keep the momentum going, to not break the tension that had been building between them. They both knew that the next scene was going to push things even further, and neither wanted to risk jinxing the energy they had cultivated.
When the crew signaled that they were ready to resume, the camera started rolling again. Cody sat upright in the crib, the warm, soggy diaper still clinging to him. He shifted slightly, the crinkle of the wet material loud in the quiet room. Darius leaned against the crib, his smirk widening as he pointed to Cody’s diaper.
“You really soaked that thing,” Darius said, his tone teasing but with an edge of admiration. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
Cody glared up at him, his ears flattening against his head. “I didn’t have a choice,” he muttered.
Darius chuckled. “But you did,” he said. “You could’ve held it a little longer. But no, you wanted to wet that thick diaper of yours for daddy, didn’t you?”
Cody’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he watched as Darius casually picked up a smartphone that had been left on the dresser beside the crib. The jaguar scrolled through the apps on the screen until he found the Camera app. He positioned the phone over the crib, the lens pointed directly at Cody, and took a photo. The click of the shutter echoed in the room, and Cody’s heart skipped a beat.
To prepare for this scene, Cody had given Darius consent to tag his actual name on social media after taking the photo. It was part of the narrative, a way to heighten the humiliation and make the scene feel more real. But what Cody didn’t know was that Darius had already uploaded a doctored photo on his phone, one that made it seem like the image had been posted and was already being shared across the Internet. Darius showed the fake post to Cody, the screen displaying comments and shares that were entirely fabricated but looked convincingly real.
Cody’s breath hitched as he stared at the screen, his eyes wide with shock. “Did you — did you just…” he stammered.
Darius smirked. “Oh, I most certainly did, Cody Johnson,” he said, emphasizing Cody’s real name. “Everyone is going to know how pathetic you are, wearing a soaked diaper in a crib. Everyone is going to know you’re the biggest baby around.”
Cody’s chest heaved as he panted, the humiliation washing over him in waves. “Oh shit! Delete the photo! Please!” he begged, his voice desperate.
Darius’s smirk widened, his expression darkening as he leaned closer to the crib. “You’re not here to bark orders at me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re here to take them.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
Without a word, Darius quickly pulled down his boxer briefs, revealing his ten-inch cock, which was already fully erect and staring Cody straight in the face. The jaguar positioned his shaft between the crib bars, pushing his length through the gap until it was within reach of Cody’s muzzle. “You can start with this,” Darius said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Cody’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Darius’s cock.
Cody closed his eyes, his heart pounding as he leaned forward, his lips parting to take Darius’s cock into his mouth. A soft moan escaped him as the tip brushed against his tongue, the taste and texture surprising him in the best way. Darius’s cock was warm and smooth, the head silky against his tongue, not at all what Cody had expected. This was his first time giving another man a blowjob, and he had been nervous about how he would react, but any hesitation melted away as soon as he tasted Darius. The jaguar’s musk, the saltiness of his skin, the feral thrusting into his maw — it was so exciting!
Darius let out a low growl of approval, his paws gripping the bars of the crib as he very gently began to fuck Cody’s mouth. “That’s it, baby. Take it nice and slow. You’re doing so good.”
Cody moaned around Darius’s cock, the vibrations sending a shiver up the jaguar’s spine. He could feel Darius growing harder in his mouth, the shaft thickening as it pressed deeper, and it seemed impossibly huge. Cody swirled his tongue around the head, exploring every ridge and vein, his movements tentative at first but growing more confident as he found his rhythm. He gently sucked, his cheeks hollowing as he drew Darius in, his paws gripping the crib bars for support.
“Fuck, Cody,” Darius groaned, his tail flicking behind him. “You’ve got such a sweet mouth.”
Cody’s ears twitched at the praise, a warm flush spreading through him. He pulled back slightly, letting Darius’s cock slide almost all the way out before taking him in again, his tongue pressing against the underside of the shaft. “Mmm,” he hummed, the sound muffled but unmistakable.
Darius chuckled. “You like that, don’t you, baby? You like sucking daddy’s cock?”
Cody’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, meeting Darius’s gaze before he closed them again, nodding as best he could with his mouth full. He moaned again.
“That’s right,” Darius purred, his hips moving in increasingly quick, but deliberate thrusts. “You’re such a good boy for me. Taking it so well. Bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh? About how daddy’s cock would feel in your mouth?”
Cody whimpered around Darius’s length, his own arousal spiking at the jaguar’s words. The dirty talk was part of the script, but it felt so real. It was doing things to him — things he couldn’t ignore. His diaper, already soaked from earlier, felt even tighter now, the pressure against his own cock almost unbearable.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Darius continued. “Obeying like a good baby, in your soaked diaper, sucking me off like you were made for it. Bet you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
Cody moaned again, the sound vibrating around Darius’s cock, and the jaguar growled in response. “That’s it,” Darius said, his thrusts becoming slightly more forceful. “Take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
Cody’s paws tightened on the crib bars as he obeyed, taking Darius deeper, his tongue working eagerly to please the jaguar. The taste, the weight, the way Darius’s cock filled his mouth — it was overwhelming, but in the best way. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensation, in the rhythm of Darius’s thrusts, in the heat of the moment.
“You’re such a natural,” Darius murmured, his voice dripping with praise. “Daddy’s perfect little baby. You’re gonna make me cum so hard, aren’t you?”
Cody’s response was another moan, his movements becoming more urgent as he sucked and licked, desperate to hear more of Darius’s praise, to feel the jaguar’s inevitable release.
As Cody continued to service Darius, his muzzle working diligently on the jaguar’s thick, throbbing cock, he felt a familiar cramping sensation in his stomach. It was a deep, insistent pressure, one that he couldn’t ignore. The urge to poop was sudden and overwhelming, but this was all part of the script. Before the crew began shooting, Mark had instructed Cody to consume a laxative, ensuring that the scene would play out as planned. The idea was for Cody to mess his diaper suddenly and unapologetically while he was in the middle of sucking off Darius. It was a humiliating and degrading act, but one that Cody had agreed to as part of the shoot.
For Cody, this was easier to manage than wetting his diaper on command. He had less control over his bowel movements than he did with his bladder, and the laxative had done its job well. It didn’t take much concentration for him to achieve what was needed. But even though the act was scripted, the prospect of messing his diaper in front of the camera and crew was unbelievably hot. Cody found himself getting harder as the pressure in his stomach grew.
The nearby microphone picked up on the sounds of Cody loudly messing his diaper, the audio crisp and unmistakable. The crew watched intently, their eyes fixed on Cody as he shifted slightly in the crib, his movements causing the diaper to crinkle and squish. He felt the load suddenly hit the seat of his diaper with a commanding squish and thud, the warmth and weight of it pressing against his skin. The back of his diaper expanded as it filled, straining slightly under the bulk. The relief was immediate, and the pleasure was intense.
Darius, meanwhile, was fully immersed in the scene. The jaguar watched Cody with his cock twitching in the hyena’s muzzle. The sight of Cody messing his diaper, the sound of it, the smell that soon filled the air — it was all incredibly arousing to Darius. He had always been drawn to the power dynamics of the daddy-and-baby roleplay, and seeing Cody fully embrace his role as the submissive, helpless “baby” was a huge turn-on. The way Cody’s ears flattened in embarrassment, the way his tail twitched nervously, the way he continued to service Darius even as he filled his diaper — it was all so humiliating, so degrading, and so utterly hot.
“You accepted your role as a big baby, I see,” Darius said. He reached down and ran a paw over the back of Cody’s diaper, feeling the bulk and warmth of the mess through the material. “And you smell like one. Such a pathetic, diaper-shitting baby.”
Cody didn’t stop. If anything, Darius’s words only fueled his arousal. The humiliation was intense, but so was the pleasure, and the combination was overwhelming. He could feel Darius’s cock throbbing in his muzzle, the jaguar’s arousal evident in every twitch and pulse. It was clear that Darius was just as turned on by the situation as Cody was, if not more so.
Darius’s breathing grew heavier as he continued to taunt Cody. “You’re such a good baby. So obedient, so helpless. You’ll do anything for daddy, won’t you?”
Cody didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. His actions spoke for him, his muzzle working eagerly on Darius’s cock as he continued to mess his diaper. The scene was intense, raw, and deeply erotic, and both of them were fully immersed in their roles. For Darius, the sight and smell of Cody’s humiliation was a powerful aphrodisiac, and he couldn’t wait to see how far they could take this.
Darius’s breathing grew labored as the hyena continued to service him with unwavering focus. The jaguar’s cock throbbed in Cody’s muzzle, the tension building to an almost unbearable peak. Darius’s paws gripped the bars of the crib, his claws digging into the wood as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use — the combination of Cody’s surprisingly skilled mouth, the humiliating spectacle of the hyena messing his diaper, and the raw power dynamic of the scene pushed Darius over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” Darius growled. “Take my cum. Take all of it.”
With a hard groan, Darius came, his cock pulsing as he released his load deep into Cody’s mouth. Cody’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed obediently, his throat working to take everything Darius gave him. The taste was salty and bitter, but Cody didn’t mind. He was too caught up in the moment, too immersed in his role as the submissive “baby” to care.
But Darius wasn’t done. As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, he smirked down at Cody. “You’re such a good baby. But I think you can handle a little more, can’t you?”
Before Cody could respond, Darius shifted his hips slightly, his cock still resting in Cody’s mouth. The jaguar’s smirk widened as he let go, a warm stream of piss flowing from his shaft and into Cody’s waiting muzzle. Cody drank obediently. The taste was different this time — sharp and tangy — but Cody didn’t hesitate. He was too deep into the scene, too caught up in pleasure to do anything but comply.
Darius chuckled softly, his tone mocking as he watched Cody swallow. “That’s it, baby. Drink it all up. You’re such a good little diaper baby, aren’t you? Taking everything daddy gives you.”
The crew, meanwhile, was fully immersed in the scene. The raw, unfiltered intensity of what they were witnessing had them all on edge, their arousal palpable. Some of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others gave in to the temptation, their hands moving subtly to touch themselves as they watched. The atmosphere in the room was electric, the air thick with tension and desire. No one said a word, but the occasional soft gasp or muffled groan betrayed just how turned on they all were.
Mark, the director, watched with a satisfied smile, his eyes flicking between the camera feed and the scene unfolding in front of him. This was exactly what he had hoped for — raw, authentic, and utterly captivating. He knew this footage would be a hit, and he couldn’t wait to see how it would be received.
As Darius finally pulled away, his cock slick and glistening, he looked down at Cody with an approving smile. “You did good, baby,” he said, his tone almost affectionate. “Real good.”
Cody lay back in the crib, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His diaper was soaked and messy, his body trembling with the aftermath of the scene. But despite the humiliation, despite the intensity of what had just happened, he couldn’t deny that he felt a strange sense of pride. He had done what was asked of him, and he had done it well.
The crew began to pack up, their movements slow and deliberate as they tried to hide their lingering arousal. Mark approached the crib, his expression warm and approving. “Great job, Cody,” he said, his voice filled with genuine praise. “That was incredible.”
Cody nodded weakly, his ears still tinged with pink. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he didn’t need to. The look in Mark’s eyes said it all.
The crew took another short break, giving everyone a chance to reset and recover from the intensity of the scene. Cody lay in the crib for a moment, trying in earnest to catch his breath. Mark approached the crib, his expression warm and approving, and granted Cody permission to change out of his soaked and messy diaper. Cody nodded gratefully and he carefully climbed out of the crib. He waddled to the nearby bathroom, the bulk of the diaper making his movements awkward and slow. Once inside, he locked the door and leaned against the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, his fur slightly tousled, his cheeks red, and his eyes still glazed with unrelenting lust.
His paws moved almost instinctively to the front of his diaper, rubbing the material furiously as he gave in to the urge that had been building throughout the shoot. He wasn’t required to cum for the scene — Mark had assured him that he could easily fake an orgasm inside his diaper and make it believable — but Cody didn’t want to fake it. He wanted to feel it, to experience the release that his body was craving.
As he rubbed the front of his diaper, the pressure building inside him, Cody gasped. His hips bucked slightly, his tail shaking as he felt the first waves of his orgasm approaching. When it finally hit, it was intense, load after load of his seed spurting into the already full diaper. The sensation was addictive. He continued to rub his diaper, moving from front to back, savoring the warmth and the weight of it as he rode out the waves of his climax.
During his post-orgasm bliss, Cody looked over at the shower, the steam already rising as he turned on the water. Shooting was done for the day, and he didn’t expect any reshoots to take place. Even if they did, Cody was more than ready for additional takes. He had embraced his role completely, and he knew he could handle whatever came next. As he stepped into the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the shoot, Cody couldn’t help but feel pride. The scene had been a success, and he had played his part perfectly.
The shoot proved to be more successful than anyone could have anticipated. The scene between Darius and Cody quickly climbed up the gay porn video rankings, becoming one of the most-watched videos on several sites. Cody and Darius became the most searched actors, their names trending across various platforms. Even those who weren’t into diapers or daddy-baby roleplay were mesmerized by the raw intensity and authenticity of the video. The chemistry between the two models was undeniable, and their performances had struck a chord with viewers.
The success of the video spawned several more collaborations between Cody and Darius, each one more popular than the last. Their earnings tripled almost overnight, and Cody found himself making more money than he had ever imagined. He was able to finish college, paying off his tuition and student debt with his earnings from the shoots. The financial freedom was a huge relief, and it allowed Cody to focus on his new career without the constant stress of money hanging over his head.
As time went on, Cody developed a reputation as a rising star in the gay porn industry. He became known by his nickname, “The Baby,” a title that he embraced with pride. The nickname was a nod to his niche role, but it also reflected his ability to fully immerse himself in his performances, bringing a level of authenticity and vulnerability that resonated with audiences.
Cody couldn’t have been happier with how things had turned out.
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