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Fang's Diapered Life (This will include diapers, both wet and messy)

Ears swiveling, immune to the cold because of fur, eyes shifting, the canine waited at the door. The car would have been a much more comfortable option given current conditions. How long was he going to wait? Trees sang with the wind, it was very poetic, but not for him. However, the wooden oak door opened a second later and with a swiveling muzzle, he looked to his friend and close neighbor. "Fang! You are early, come on in." Ushering the guest in, he was off and running only a second later, padding thuds of an anxious dog echoing off wood floors, "I will be ready to head out in a second, you can relax for a minute, make yourself comfortable." Alone in seconds, that's what happened, sitting down on a couch with a audible crinkle, smiling with blush and no indignity. If there was any bulge or indication of what the source was of that sound, it was not important and seemed to go unnoticed. With no elaborate games or electronics setup, the time worn single occupancy apartment was rustic, with papers and books all over, disorder and chaos subtly everywhere, with a deep scent of the owner rooted in the furniture. For the fur on the couch, it wasn't his style, but then again, he didn't have the kind of job his friend had. He wondered what Groundmutt was doing to get ready, he had rushed off so quickly that the word hello, or anything else pertaining to formal conversation, was not exchanged. "Sorry about that, had to take care of something, I didn't expect you so early," he glanced at the time on a wooden clock sitting on top of the mantle shelf, "we still have time before the movie, want to stay here or just head out now?" "Are you ready to go? No need to rush out the door, we both know where we are going." There was no rush for him. Arriving early, he knew that they had a cushion of time before they had to be in front of the big glorified television screen to watch pixels fly across in light. While sitting still in a comfortable denim jacket, the black furred fur watched the other whiz about, the other's mottled brown coat covered by jeans and a double layered jacket, grinning when he saw white peaking over some pants, then seeing the real roundness of a rump. Being diapered 24/7, it was not everyday, or much occasion in life, when you meet another fur with a similar issue of incontinence and foster friendship with them. From his standing vantage point, he could tell he was not the only one secure, suppressing and hiding a grin, knowing what it meant to have another secure fur as a friend, "Let's play one game, I know my selection is poor and outdated compared to yours, but I think it will suffice." "Hehe, let's see." Paw hipped looking smug, fangs showed to the younger of the two, "I got some good classic ones, perfect for burning time, so I think you will be fine." Couch attuned and adjusted, he watched the game get setup, reliable Nintendo games being setup first on the TV screen. If one of them had the elusion and aspiration that they would be victorious, that idea was quickly crushed flat out, a slack jawed muzzle staring at the screen. They had just started the game, but already there was a clear disparity and distinction between their skill levels, a furrow of fur growing and widening from continued and heightened effort and stress of application. Of course, tails wagged and lashed, the mottle brown and gray of one smacking the black and neon green of the other, with varying amounts of force over time. After a couple rounds, Groundmutt breathed out a sigh, "forgot how good you are." Fang grinned his green muzzle, whisker muzzle hairs curling, "well I am a gamer. Mind if I grab a drink before we go?" He wasn't stopped and went to the kitchen and fridge, the inside being only half-full with the easiest to make meal ingredients and meals themselves, but stocked with one thing he liked, a special kind of tangy filling drink that his outdoor junkie friend always had. Just one would do, and he chuckled, just then wondering if there was anything peaking out of his pants, but dismissing it a second later. Even if he did, he wasn't hiding anything, they were a necessity, and one that he had grown to like and become attached to. Back on the couch, the older dog was waiting and was tranquil, until he saw the underage spunky onyx furred youth getting ready to sip something, at which point he look shocked. For the drink that his guest was holding was good, he had tasted it many times and with different flavors, but he also knew that it would and could go through a fur's system quick and easy, the phrase 'in one way out another' very relatable and accurate at the moment, "Drinking that huh." He wasn't concerned though, for he knew that both of them were prepped and ready for what their bodies would naturally do on their own and with both of them there, cleanup would be fine. "You're point," the retort was snarky and with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you can drink as much as you want of it, I can get more, just as long as you understand what will happen." Causality was at the center of the two of them, an unescapably aspect of life both actively and passively influenced by individuals, "really going to be a stickler about this huh." He could respect that, the way he was being looked at, with stiff posture and righteous motive. "If you drink that, you forfeit your right to drive, that's he only way I'm letting you drink that here." Fang looked at the slurpilicious (but not too giddy) drink in his paw, "I can handle that, I'm just surprised you have it here, but why would I forfeit my right to drive, this isn't alcoholic in any way." He looked at the smooth throat coasting liquid in his paw and back at his friend who was still sitting. GM didn't know if he looked to strict, he had a problem with that sometimes, part of his brain always making him second doubt, but he had his reason, he knew full well what that drink could do, having intimate experience with it. "Well the person I get it from is very generous, I see her a lot and we are good friends. And I just wouldn't want you distracted when you are driving." Fang's nostrils flared as he huffed and he looked at his friend, mildly playfully angry amused at what his friend was insinuating, "I would be ok. Do I know this person at all?" "No, I don't think so, they come around from time to time." "Do you want one, it is your place after all." GM waved his big paw, flitting his head to the side, "I will be good." "Are you sure about that?" the indecision was on clear and apparent to him, and he just smiled seeing what the obstinate furry would do. It was working, for he watched the eyes record and tell him the progression of a changing mind. With a huff and along stretch up, for he couldn't help but do that a lot, stretching his legs straight as boards, he began to pad to the kitchen, feeling a smooth rub that was comfy, "ok, I will have one, but not a lot." "Whatever you say, I don't see why not, you have a diaper on, so you don't have to worry about anything." Drinking was not a problem or going to be an issue, he was prepared. He sipped the sweet elixir quickly, but not too fast, for drinks had to be savored, it was common sense etiquette. Watching the homeowner fidget, he could hear crinkling and smiled as they came back with their own glass. "You nice and dry for the movies?" The abrupt question made GM blush, for his preparation had been quick, quickly glancing to the other diapered fur in his favorite wood crafted and worn down chair, remembering he got it from a past place he lived, "yeah I am. I have supplies in my backpack, in case either of us need to change." "I would hope so, can't sit around in our own pee and poop forever." Because of the location of this place, having a lifestyle with a secret or hobby not well known or always construed correctly was fine. He wondered where everything was kept, beyond just what he could see for an outdoor loving dog. "Haven't had people over in a while huh?" GM sat back down again with an audible poof and squirmed from the sudden drop. "Not really, had a military buddy over a while ago. But before I forget, do you need a change before we go anywhere else?" Fang finished his drink and was instructed and put it in the dishwasher, gliding back to the main room. "Do I know them? And no, I'm good, I will let you now when I do need one." Ears perked for an answer, to make sure no syllable was missed off the wood lodge walls. With a crinkle and pleasurable fabric slide from under his pants, he stood up, "no, don't think so, but we should really be getting going now, to get there in time." He surveyed his living room one last time, it looked fine to him. Going outside, the cool night air fingered and sifted through his fur from the openings in his clothes and he was glad for his thick canine fur. Because Groundmutt had become the designated driver by a twist of personal fate, he led the way to his car, a Volvo XC90 that was clay colored. Dragging along behind, he followed and didn't see much of the garage, there wasn't much to see anyways, his leaf green eyes not having nearly enough time to gather anything else before he got in the car, hearing both his own crinkle and that of his friend, they both must be wearing really thick padding. The chill of the air left them, the metal dual action refrigerant and heater they were in allowing for godly control of the slightest change in air temp, a modern marvel. On the roads in no time, the glow of the day was dying switching to the singular color of night, blue sky darkening. "So excited to see the movie?" He kept his eye on the road and claws on the wheel, tail moving slow and deliberate, revealing his tenseness at the situation. "Yeah, It should be fun," he turned down the music, watching as they got into town and scenery changed. He had forgotten that they both lived on the perimeter of town. The buildings of the city and industrial area of town became denser and denser, already seeing that the driver was not going to like it. "I have been playing a fun new game, if you want to hear about it?" "Have you told me about it before, but I'm not surprised you have another game. But to be sure, it's not the one about hunting down people in a city that is literally connected like a brain and you have to go around finding criminals?" He chuckled, his pal was always a second too slow on gaming news when it came to him. "No, I'm playing a different one." furs strolled on the streets outside, and cars buzzed and whipped by. Driving could be so low stress intensive. They passed shop after shop till they reached the automobile storage facility before the space delegated to wowing visual spectacles to be enjoyed by others. "Not anymore, the new one I'm focusing on is about Conquest, it's so predictable so far that it makes me laugh just thinking about it," and laugh he did, padding across the pavement with a smile but also amped up from the thick layer on his hips and thighs. The theater looked so plain and run of the mill that it was oddly captivating, with a wood face that was meant to be stylish vintage. Walking inside, the anxious canine was always a little nervous and shivery when going out with what he had on under his pants, seeing that his friend didn't look scared at all. That wasn't enough though, because he saw that his friend was getting a sizable drink and popcorn, only imagining what would happen later, the cause and effect so clear it was predestined. He bought his ticket and only a drink, he would eat something more substantial later. The two of them made their way to the theater and quickly found seats, both of their padded butts crinkling in the cushions, one hoping that no other furry in the theater noticed. The movie rolled and images went by so quick that viewers viewed the images and falsely willingly believed them all to be a continuum of action. The movie was the new X-Men one and they both sat there watching patiently, one getting so involved that he forgot about what he was wearing. During the movie though, something happened. Both of them were wearing garments that were meant to be used for instant release of pressure. With boldness in his veins, Fang didn't even contemplate or have the tiniest bit of concern, his bladder emptying in a little first spurt and then a second fuller blast, a hidden grin on his muzzle in the theater, no one else knew what he was doing, not even the furry who drove them here, who he wondered if they had done anything yet. By the time the movie was over, Fang's diaper was wetter, and he figured he would need a change eventually, but was not even thinking about it, so it dwindled till the concern was gone, not that it was even a concern to begin with. After the movie, in the lobby, Groundmutt looked at his friend, who had eaten all of his popcorn, or so much that he was wondering where it all went for the time being, knowing where it would end up later, "what did you think of it?" "It was good, I mean I'm not a hardcore comics fan, but the action was great." He had a swing in his hips and a warm feeling between his legs, knowing it would be warmer and fuller later. The movie was entertaining enough and there was one character that he sympathized with, at least attitude wise, very early on. "I really appreciated Quicksilver, he just cracked me up." "Oh yeah, I like him too! I thought the ability of Magneto to pull metal from the Earth and rip buildings to shreds was a bit much, but it makes sense, there are trace metals all over the place." He looked around the place, which had a ragtag and sad lineup of games. Knowing that his friend was an ardent gamer, he had a better place in mind, a stellar place compared to this place, "want to head to Dave & Buster's, we could get some food and play games there." With professional judgment from his experience playing countless games, he knew the ones at the theater were embarrassing and not worth a dime, and looked to his friend, "yeah, we can, it will be nice to get some better food and bang for our buck." The comment was not flattering, but he had a pretty safe assumption that anyone who worked there would agree. He wondered how long it would be until he needed a change. He was only wet right now, but that could change on a dime too, he did have a lot of popcorn. Again, he dragged and strolled alongside his friend, who he could have corrected for bad manners of leaving him in the dust, but didn't and reached the car before him. They were on the road in again in a heartbeat and off to Dave & Buster's. GM's diaper was dry, he hadn't used it yet, his bladder tank and bowel storage both empty and not near enough in capacity to alert him to a need for expulsion. He figured that would change after their meal at Dave & Buster's, that good quality would fill him up in minutes in a delicious haze of taste. Driving there was easy. "I haven't been to Dave & Buster's in a long time." "Well, you don't really go there unless you have a friend, or a massive party." "Very true, but we are here, just let me park." The Volvo car swerved around the corners up and up till it pulled into a space that was drawn for the sole purpose of parking. Once outside, the crinkled driver stopped and stood, thinking a thought that was nervously heading for the air in front of him, "what do you want me to do about changes, I have a bag of supplies, but I don't know if I should bring it in, I doubt there will be any real good places for us to change." He thought it over, "well, I mean we can always change ourselves when we get back to the car, otherwise we will have to find a place in there, or be back at your place, but bring it if you want to." He watched his friend twitter and fidget, looking more childish than he meant to, a grin peeking over the watcher, the fact that they were both wearing garments modeled after something for furs a lot younger than them adding a spice of fun. "If you aren't going to grab it, then let's go, ok." The bag looked normal enough and as long as he kept his cool, no one would know the difference right? He hefted and saddled the bag over his shoulder and looked to his friend, finally ready to go inside and play some games, this time being the one to follow behind, nervous tail twitching as they went. If he was crinkling, and he was sure he was a bit, he had to swallow down the anxiety. They left the parking garage, the dull mucky gray concrete shifting to better and finer colors and building design. The Dave & Buster's was of course attached at the hip to other pleasurably parasitic stores that sold all kind of merchandise, with Dave & Buster's being the overlord of the building, and by that means owning the most space. They passed by other furs who were completely entangled in their lives to not care one bit about them and that made things easier, the two diapered males trotting and walking to the adult game arcade that let adults, for a short time, indulge in something frivolous. The sign for Dave & Buster's was a prominent one, with bright neon even though it was not nighttime yet. Inside, it was a lot noisier. They quickly found a table and sat. "Packed as usual," he said, putting the shoulder bag down and feeling his special hidden tooshie support sooth him in the chair. There were so many games, it was going to be hard to choose which ones to play. If he wasn't careful, he would spend and lose all his money in a haze of endorphins and ignorant bliss. The two of them spotted a luxurious looking endowed waiter, a pair of green and blue eyes following the waiter as he approached, watching their blue tail flick back and forth. "Liking what you see there?" Fang grinned at his friend, who blushed from the blatant shot at his affections towards others. "Maybe, he has such beautiful blue fur, I mean come on." "I wasn't judging, just teasing." Teasing was so much fun, but he had to be careful, everyone reacted to it differently, and that was the key to mastering it. "Anyway, I hope you know what you want." He had glanced over the menu quickly, very quickly because of the slight teasing, finding something that he just loved to have, meat packed between layers of bread with any variation of ingredients, both liquid and solid, stuffed between them. "Do you?" his eyes drifted over the menu and food slower, taking in every little word and it's meaning to others in the descriptions, both short and long, for the food options. It had been a long time since he had last been here and he had to think carefully about what he wanted, what his stomach was indirectly telling him, using his mind as a third party transmitter. "Have to think, there is a lot here to see and digest." Although he wasn't going to laugh at that little pun, he did smile. It was a good one. He ordered drinks when the blue feline waiter came back, telling him they needed a minute before deciding on anything. That minute only lasted a minute, because soon after getting drinks, one of them getting a tipsy drink, the one who had spent his idle time looking over the menu found a sub that he liked and decided that would be the best option for him to appease his stomach. While they waited, that meant they just had to talk. "So how is everything going for you, I now we live close together, but a lot can happen in a short amount of time." "Not much really, still just playing my games and working, balancing out the two." He was ignoring the raucous behind them, none of it mattered to them. "I am sure you can do it, how is work going, anything fun happening?" "I mean, it's going as well as it can go, I act nice and friendly to people." He laughed, "I would hope so, you have a pretty important job if I recall." He flashed a cunning smile, "I do, but I'm not the only one there doing it." "Still, it's impressive." "Hey, what about you, you are pretty impressive yourself, I mean you spend all of your time outside, maybe that's why you fur is colored the way it is, all the dirt just rubbed deep into you." "Well, I am named Groundmutt, not entirely sure where my mom and dad got that name from, but that's me, but you know you can call me GM for short." "I know, and I do occasionally, but we both know we can use different names on occasion." He blushed at that. They could use different names, but they had to be careful, "you're right, but not out here." He waved his paw as he took a long drink, "I know that. But yeah, work is going great, I mean we have a lot new products to test out from various sources. We had this competition come up recently, a lot of young furs, relative to me anyway, submitted ideas and we have to pick which ones we like the best." "That must be tough, having to rate and critique all those submissions, spend all that time playing the mods to know which is good." He was glad that job wasn't his to boast or explain about, it sounded as fun as driving through heavy traffic or entertaining unwanted and ungrateful furs on a hiking excursion. "It's not that bad, I mean you pointed out that I'm not the only one doing it, I have help, otherwise it would be a lot more daunting, maybe insane." To him, testing out mods was relaxing, immersing yourself in a game, testing your wit and strategy on a virtual platform. For him, being outside for too long would be taxing. "And besides, I have found ways to make it not so bad." He stopped there, knowing he couldn't go any farther while they were in a public place. "I know that I have a big outdoor event coming up, it's going to be great getting everyone outside, but having to watch all those furs at once, it makes my fur stand on end." "Would it be wrong to give the whole you can do it cliché speech?" "You don't have to, I know I can do it and who knows, it may be more fun than I think it will be, I won't be the only supervisor there." "Tell me about the event, then I can tell you about some of the mods I'm testing." He listened as he was bombarded and streamed a list of facts and deadlines about what his friend was doing, which would include getting down and dirty, something that was definitely not for him. He was fine where he was. Listening to mods was way over his head and he just smiled. He wanted to listen and understand and did the best he could. The two of them couldn't be more different in that regard, although he still had some of the gaming blood in his veins and was able to ask questions to understand some components of the myriad of games he was being told about. And the ones he did like, he was sure to ask if he could try at some point, and he was told that he could, which would make this conservational ad for these games much more worthwhile to listen to. Their food arrived, two meaty beefy plates of food that they both believed they would firmly enjoy. The next couple minutes passed in silence, except for the sound of eating. Anyone watching would have definitely noticed a difference in their eating habits, with one having the unspoken mantra and doctrine that he just had to eat all of it swiftly, both tasting and gobbling down the food quickly. Neither of them critiqued the other though, which was a pleasant aspect. They enjoyed their food, clearly evident by the cleared plate of one and the devastated and eviscerated plate of the other. Of course plates were cleared quickly from the table. They were in a game place after all and they had games to enjoy. His eyes followed the waiter again as his hips and tail flicked and flounced. "I still think you should get that waiter's number before we leave, you stared at him again." He shot his friend a look, "I will ok, but what if he has a problem with me?" It was no mystery to him what his friend was referring to, "if he does, then so what, that's his problem, but I don't think he will," that last part was said with a smirk. "True, want to go play some games, that's what we came here for, right? That and some good food." He helped pay for the meal and once that was all done, hesitantly introduced himself to the waiter, approaching cautiously from around tables and tapping his shoulder, "hey there, I was wondering, are you free at any time, I know we just met, but hopefully we could meet up sometime?" He could see the waiter was caught off guard and he hoped that he hadn't come on too strong. "Um, sure, give me a call sometime." The waiter was just as nervous at being approached so suddenly. His tail flicked and swayed in a nervous jitter and jig that made him heat up, aware that he must be getting the biggest grin of amusement behind him, "I'm with my friend right now, but how about sometime soon." He quickly took down the waiter's number in his phone. "Sure, we can talk about when to meet when you get in touch with me again." "How about tomorrow?" the eager words jumped from between his teeth and his tail gave a very quick wag. He didn't mean to be so excited, but to hell with it. "Sure!" The waiter sounded eager too, but had to quickly scurry away, he was on work time after all, he had to earn his pay, his ears fluttering the whole way as he left. The happy dog joined his friend and looked at him, "there, got the number, now let's go play some games, we have been here long enough and haven't touched them." He followed his friend, there were so many to choose from, it was staggering, an army and array of purposeful distraction and glittering invitation. Shooting wasn't his thing, but the calling of his friend, the type of game he was good at and went to first, hitting bad guy after bad guy with invisible and fake deadly rounds. It seemed to go one forever till the game ended. GM looked at Fang and asked "what do you want to play next? I would suggest the dance game, go shake our tails." That wasn't particularly Fang's style, but he could shake pretty well and had the dexterity confidence to be ready to trounce his friend. He felt his stomach rumble a bit, but he paid it no mind, he was well quipped for anything and as such, was going to devote all of his mental ability to being in the moment. He found the dance game easily, watching a pair of weasels link and slip on the machine on a setting that he was not able to be proficient at. When they were done, he stepped onto the machine with his friend. They picked a song and started doing the preprogrammed choreography and synchronized movements the machine told them to, getting a crash course and singular dance lesson. The song played, bright lights and arrows flashing on the screen. It was during the second song though that the action happened. Fang gripped the rail, his tail flagging up in an arc, a parabolic symbol that he was doing something that was not going to go unnoticed for long. He wimpered as the first hot rush slushed into his diaper, a wet, mushy flood that spread across his bottom and weighed the padding between his legs. As he soaked the seat of his diaper in several heated gushes, the soupy release turned into a more substantial load and his knees bent a little as he pushed out two massive piles of soft poop into his stained and swollen padding. The helpless relief weakened his legs and Fang gave a small whine as his mess spread inside the diaper and squished up between his thighs. After all that his bladder let go with a "Hissssss", diaper surely bulging from what he just did. He wiggled and squirmed, curling his body for a second, stepping closer to his friend, and getting close to his ear. "I just went potty, and it was big, mind giving me a hand?" He was blushing. He knew it would happen eventually and he had seen that pose enough times to know what it meant, he had made it a couple of times himself in fact. He looked around for a family restroom, believing that he remembered passing one on the way in, but that he better ask an attendant or the manager he saw at the bar, "come on, let's go, we can find a place to change from the guy at the bar," he spoke softly as they went through the crowd to the bar and up to the attender of the drinks and their responsible distribution, pushing through furs both politely and not so civilly, one aware that he had to get the change done a.s.a.p. the other catching the attention of the attendant and seeing them come over. "I know this will be an awkward request, one you probably don't hear often, but is there anywhere where the two of us can get some privacy, he has a situation that needs to be taken care off." He tried to be discreet to the upmost degree pointing to his friend's pants. The grin flashing back at them was a knowing one, and the reactions to it were one of puzzlement and the other looked very weary, "I know exactly what you mean, we have a nice changing room over there, but here's the key, since you need privacy." He finished handing the keys over to the flustered canine with a wink and watched them both slowly step back from the bar. They looked to cute and adorable, one of them shying away while the other was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened, his eyes full of calculation and critical thinking. They were bold and he silently and mentally commended them for doing what they were doing. With key in hand, they both went on their way to the changing room, both still unsure of how that had just happened. The one in need of a change walked quicker, ducking and weaving, a fighter jet moving through a shifting maze and field of others. If anyone noticed the smell from the accident, if there was even a slight hint of one that could be picked up in this fragrant atmosphere from any number of smell sources, they were not taking time to actually investigate and maul it over. The door was hidden, and marked conveniently with "Private Access Only, See Bar Owner." Getting close to the door however, the luck of invisibility and anonymity ran out, the designated changer watching eyes drift and a muzzle sniff, body language saying that they knew something was up. The eyes of a female lioness were trained on the black green tail that was still, no doubt seeing the slight bulge to the pants and hearing the mushy crinkle, it really was hard to not go unnoticed. Wanting to protect his friend, he stepped forward slightly, seeing that the person he was protecting was a little confused and then touched at the gesture of good will, "it's a condition, don't worry about it, sorry if it's offensive, we are taking care of it." She was dressed in a loose shirt with images of the Sahara and dessert, felines made of sand running over the hills. Her pants were short and her bag was slung over her shoulder, "it's ok, but yeah, you better get him cleaned asap, would you need any help?" He could hear the slight slur and haze on her words. He could see her friends were well occupied behind her, "It's fine, he can do it and yeah, that's why I wear diapers, it just makes things easier. Anyway, have to go." He pulled his friend along, aware of the female's eyes still on him and thinking he might have seen a slight step forward, but then it get retracted, a muscle twitch. Getting to the door, he thought he saw her begin you smile and almost snicker, the very indecency to laugh at something, even if he too knew that Fang walked right into that one, making him want to be verbally stern with the lioness, but his friend needed him more, and so he let it go. Unlocking the door was easy and they were inside in an instant, where they saw a changing table that was definitely meant for bigger diapered individuals. "I guess the bar guy did know what we were talking about, and that we haven't been the only ones here to run into the same problem." "Yeah, but anyway, mind locking the door?" the tone was impatient, he wanted to get this done, for more reasons than one. He got open the large changing table and his pants off in a flash, all ready by the time his clumsy slow friend had locked the door and came over to him. He grinned, his friend looking over his body down to his bulging diaper that was colored by the smallest degree. Changing was a sacred task and he wasn't going to be problematic about it, his paws behind his head as he wiggled only a bit to get more comfortable, legs bent and spread, his diaper making its debut. The rest was up to his friend. The diaper he was looking at was green, white, black, and puffy, with game controllers and wires leading to action bubbles. The tapes had the word action on them in flashy lettering while all along the side smoke appeared to shooting up. He could only admire the boyish design for a minute, he could not leave his friend waiting and began to undo the tapes, putting his diaper bag on the ground and seeing his friend grin, knowing that he was being timed, a game they had started playing a while ago. With the diaper off, he held it high, making a mock stink and muzzle cover gesture at his friend; two could play at being snarky. With the filled, soiled, dirty diaper firmly away in a trash pail, the next fun part began. Cleaning up the stinky culprit was not hard, he was used to cleaning up crinkle butts and knew he could do it. Besides, the timer made it easy with no squirming. "You really went, guess all that food caught up with you huh crinkles." He tilted his head, "I wouldn't be so cocky, you ate quite a bit too and besides, you should focus on cleaning me, don't want to take too long, don't you want to beat your record?" "I care more about making sure you are clean, but true." He continued his work, fetching a clean diaper from his bag and smiling as it was covered in a action seen of a castle and worthy hero, but of course one meant for a brave little soldier. "I know it's not your style, but it's what I got." He looked at the dancing shields on the sides and tapes, it wasn't his style, but he was in no position to object, "you're right, it's not, but I need a new diaper so it will be ok." He felt good at seeing his friend relax and smile again, and willingly obliged when his friend added some powder both on him and in the diaper to prevent a rash, diaper and fur maintenance were critical after all. He felt even better personally when the diaper came around and embraced him, slipping up between his legs and thighs the way it was supposed too, having a bit of puff, but not too much, there had been consideration in the choice of padding, and he know appreciated the blatant and awesome big shields on the sides, his own personal fake but strong looking hip guards. Sitting up, his tail was adjusted and corrected and that tape was sealed too, forming a continuous skyline. "I know you don't like big puff like I do sometimes, so I hope that makes them better." He was sheepish and there was no way around it. He wiggled, a careful tester and examiner and looked to his friend showing teeth, "it's fine, thanks for the hand, want me to check you, it's only fair I do so." Once off the table, his paw went for his friend's pants. He wasn't in need of a change, he was wet, having not noticed from the games and then that lioness, "sure, but I don't need one right now." "I'm still going to look, we have the room anyway." He undid the pants and pulled them down a bit, seeing that his friend was wearing ABU LittlePawz, which suited him just fine, particularly because with those on, there was no hiding anything. The center paw line was faded a bit, but still seeable and that meant a passing mark, dexterous black paws putting the pants back together again, "I swear, I think you hold it in sometimes." "Maybe I do, but want to head back out?" He grabbed the bag and key, knowing that his rump had substance to its curve, which was a good thing. "Yeah, we should, think that lioness is still going to be there?" "Not sure, but if she is, we can just go around her, this is a big place." He got the bag over his shoulder and turned on his digits. He left the room with his friend and instinctually tracked and scanned for the lioness, who appeared to have vanished, and he hoped for the rest of the night. "Want to play a few more games, we did come here to do that." "Yeah, let's get some more play time in." He smirked a bit, for he thought of the juxtaposition of what his friend and himself were wearing, where they were, and what his clean friend just said, them standing in an adults playground but just having gone through an ordeal that made two worlds separated by age collide and mingle. He couldn't hid his smirk from his friend, "what?" "You know what I mean, come on." No doubt his friend was thinking some weird idea and inner comedy, but he wasn't going to take time to fully work it out, he could do that later. Back into the seemingly endless wonder of games they went, playing games that tested every one of their sense and powers. In the arcade, he wasn't as finessed as back in the sanctum of his friend's home. Still though, he had to smile, watching his friend move clumsily. Although he had worn diapers out in public before, it still made him think twice of his moves, it was just how he was, painfully and foolishly super aware of himself and others. But still, the thrill and adrenaline of the games made that go away, even if it did come back in little waves and pop-ups, mental flares that would get snuffed out quickly. He moved all over the expansive arcade with his friend, the amount of scents at times overwhelming him, but not seeming to bother his wingman. Then again, he was clearly the less forward of the two. There were just so many other furs in the place. He stayed to the games that were cooperative, pleading at times to get his buddy to play them with him, humoring Fang by then agreeing to play the more competitive games. He knew that his friend wasn't much into the competitive games, at least not these ones, even though he knew that there was a competitive side lurking in that coat of brown fur, if only he could coax it out enough. He was more worried about the amount of money they had spent already, being in this glorified trap of pleasure wasn't cheap, even if he knew that was the idea and what he was willingly ignorantly supposed to believe. He played game after game, sometimes being the one to pick the game but other times being directed to play a game. However, though, he was no stranger to body cues and could tell that although he had energy to spare and exhaust, his friend was getting worn down. He turned and swiveled his green ears, "done already? If you are, we can head out." He looked at his friend, "I think I can last a bit longer." "If you say so." His friend was true to that, lasting a bit longer before caving in and saying that he was ready to leave, his pockets out of money, both thin paper kind and metal chips that would cling and clang. "Before we leave though, we should see if there is anything that we want for prizes." He led the way to the expensive trinket and knockoff counter with his well-earned tiny bills. He perused the shelves visually, for that was he could do, and wasn't seeing anything that made him feel the urge to buy. He wasn't surprised though, for this stuff was not really worth much, its worth only measured in intangible happiness and laughter. "See anything you want, I don't mind using the tickets for ya." Now it was the other potential client time to take a look around. He wasn't impressed that much either, there was nothing he needed, "I'm not seeing much here that looks cool, maybe we can just get a ball or a Frisbee." He saw the classic always in stock Frisbee and sport balls lined along one of the shelves, you could never go wrong with that. "Why not that Frisbee, it's practical." "Sure you don't see anything you want?" He looked to the furry behind the counter, they were young, "no, I'm good, let's just get the Frisbee, maybe we can get two or something." He watched the exchange of tickets, a second later holding the thin flying saucer that was just waiting to take off. He looked at all the tickets they had left. What were they going to do with them. It was then that he saw her, and was star struck but the odds. The two of them met eyes as he heard the last of their conversation. They were trying to buy something, but were short on tickets. He didn't understand where his friend was looking until he turned too and was astonished, but didn't look so alarmed as his friend did. "Well what are the odds of that?" "Apparently very good, and it works for us really well actually." "How so?" "They are short on tickets, we can give them the remainder of what we have." "Do you want to give them the tickets or should I?" He watched the lioness stay by the counter while her counterpart went off to do something strategic, whether it be buying more tickets with skill or scrounging some off others. He walked up to her, his friend, fooling behind. "Hey, we saw you from over there, we have some extra tickets if you want, we aren't going to use them, do you want them?" "Are you sure, I am sure you earned the same hard way we did." There was no slight faint slur in her voice, she must have not had a lot to drink. "No, it's fine, we both aren't entirely interested in any of this stuff anyways." The pile of paper value and singularly valuable tickets were handed off. Aware that he was a specimen in her eyes, something that was unusual and maybe out of place, even if he didn't subscribe to that notion in any way, he watched here eyes go from one to the other. He wasn't going to say anything and turned back around, "have a nice night." She shook off her stutter, "thanks for the tickets," she looked back to see if her friends were near, "mind if I tag along with you guys for a bit?" He looked back, curious and amused at her, "if you don't mind what we are wearing." He was more relaxed than his crinkle friend, who looked very unsure of what do about what was happening. "No, I'm just curious, really, and after you gave me the tickets, I want to know more about you two and besides, I wanted to leave this place anyway." She looked to the older one, which if she was right about what they were secretly wearing, and remembered that they had told her, was a bit ironic, "I won't make any fun of either of you." "Then I don't see why not," he looked to the other canine, "if she does anything bad, we can ask to be left alone," he looked to her, "good by you?" He got a nod. "Oh! I almost forgot, we have to give the key back, we got caught up in the games that I forgot I still have it, you guys can wait here, I will be right back." "We'll meet you by the exit," he headed off with the new visiting group member while he watched a brown gray tail swerve and slide through the crowd. He squirmed past furry after furry, at times getting closer to bodies, and certain parts than he wanted to. With what he was wearing, that only unnerved and freaked him out all the more. He couldn't bear to imagine having some random stranger find out about his diaper, especially in its current state. He felt he was walking through an ocean, a field of flowing, bending, and quick swaying multi-physic chiseled grasses that got in the way and out of the way in no predicable pattern. He could see the bar getting closer and closer, it was just a little farther. With a final wiggle and stroke of his arms and chest, he made it to the bar, finding the owner who gave him the key in the first place and walking up to him, still aware at how jittery he was in every hair of his body. He took out the key and handed it off, "thanks for the key, it was a real help, letting us use that room back there." He took the key flashing a grin and smirk, it was the smirk he always gave to the clients and customers that used that room, a room that was a trade secret of the establishment, back from older days, but he wasn't going to say that, that was a story for another time, one that included his own little trip in their, "don't mention it, I'm glad you solved the problem," one of his eyes skipped down and back up, "you did fix the problem right?" He was blushing, he wasn't and couldn't hide it, "we did, it all fixed." The chuckle was tickling his thorax and teeth, but he wasn't going to do anything, "well thank you for returning it," he leaned over the bar and went to the dog's ear, seeing an immediate shying and shivering response, "but you better run along, for I'm sure you are going to need some help soon and I if see you around here any longer, that little tail of yours is mine," he leaned back again and saw wide almost petrified eyes looing back, "I'm joking, but seriously, I don't want you in trouble here, so keep safe." Now the muzzle stretched into a smile, one that was goofy and purely happy, "thanks, we will be back, and maybe we could keep in touch, you got me curious about you." The paw so excellent at crafting mixed drinks whisked away on a napkin, producing a series of numbers in a flash. A second later that napkin was in his hand and he was still smiling. He turned back to the crowd, "now to get through this again." "You could always say bathroom emergency." The devilish fun grin was a great confidence booster and he smiled back, "no, I'll just plow through, it worked before." He moved back through the crowd, finding it to be irritating that he got through in a single file movement. Back at the toy counter, the brazen crinklefur moved with the lioness towards the exit, knowing that GM would be back in a moment. He watched the lioness look nervous and skitter, which would be great if they were on the savannah or in a track meet, all that pent up energy ready to spring and stretch muscles. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, just knowing you are wearing that thing is distracting in a way, but I don't want to come off as rude or impolite." "Well let's not focus on it then, let's talk about something else, what were you doing here tonight? And last I checked you wanted to know more, so we will eventually have to talk about it." Getting to the exit was easy and they were approaching it in no time. "My friends, we hadn't seen each other in a while, or at least hadn't done anything together, so we all thought that coming here would be a good idea, and it was, I had a lot of fun." "Then why are you leaving?" "I have had my fun, besides, I do have work to do at home." She noticed the furry that had gone off to find the owner coming back, "there is your friend, is he wearing, you know, the same thing?" Tail swishing, teeth showing, he was standing tall and could imagine how he must look. He just nodded, there was no need for words, and they were superfluous in this situation. He had reached the door and was now doing the real waiting, finally the three furries all-together. "Everything good with the key?" There was a spring and wag in his tail as he went out with them nodding, the door softly closing behind them, the portal into that space appearing falsely sealed. He followed his pal out of the restaurant game bar, making sure they paid. "So you have to get something on the way home right?" "Yeah, just need to stop at a friend's place. You might know them." "Maybe we could stop somewhere else too, not sure yet, but we should get going as it's late, we spent a lot of time in there." "Well there were a lot of games to play." "Are you both hardcore gamers?" she asked them. He pointed a dull claw at his buddy, "he's the gamer, I'm the writer, spinning stories, I also spend more time outside." "I test out a lot of games. I might not be a complete designer all the time, but I get my chances to offer my creative advice and ideas on new direction for the games." Compared to where they were before, it was silent, his ears wondering where the sounds had gone, his ears flipping all over to find them again. "Where do you work?" GM asked. "I work at an athletics complex, I work on many different sports, since we have species and clubs from everywhere with every sport imaginable." He perked, the thrill of playing something of an addiction to him, imagining the games of Ultimate Frisbee, Rugby, and Obstacle Fetch going all at once. "How do you keep it all straight?" He wasn't even thinking of the non-canine games that probably went on, the list would be endless. She tapped her bag, "with a very meticulous list and many paws making sure everything is safe, but I'm just glad that I'm not in charge of the water games, those can get really scary occasionally." "How so?" "Just scary with the way certain species move though and some of them get very competitive, but I don't want to scare you, the place is a great place to make new friends." The plug and invitation was a shameless one, and she knew it, the kind of thing all employees say, a honeyed lure to bring in more meal tickets. "That makes sense, dogs can get pretty competitive, really depends on the breed, at least I think so. One of the reasons why I stayed away from them." "I seem to notice it with the bigger animals, whether it be male or female, both can show it, bare their fangs, at which point we have to step in," she raised her sleeve to show a mark, a long one that looked smooth straight, but would skew and wiggle on its way down at weird places. "And some of them have sharp fangs." She walked with them past stores and vending machines, everything what you would expect to see. The place did its best to look expensive. Her eyes caught the sight of something, the dressing of the person immediately drawing her eyes to them. He saw too and couldn't believe he was seeing him there. He looked to the others and then back to the little guy standing there. "You guys go on ahead, I will catch up." He could see that the newbie was confused, "please, he's just a friend of mine, but I don't want to barrage him, I will just go talk to him for a second." He was glad that his wingman and play buddy for the day took the lioness and led her away. He walked across the tiled floor past islands of grass and little shops, till he was right next to the teen, but a teen who was dressed in a short and toddler t-shirt, a bulge to him that was all to familiar. "Hey there Nessy, what are you doing here?" The hop was evident and caused the speaker to bobble back and then forward. Meanwhile, receiver of the message looked at caller with a happy grin and began to relax again. "GM, what are you doing here?" "Just out with a friend, what about you, and where is your mama, you shouldn't be out here alone" He could see blush, "oh come one Nessy, we both know you need someone to take care of you, in case you have an accident." "I can take care of myself," but even as he said that, he had already wet himself and was unsure of how long he could go without having a mess. "Still, a crinkle butt like you should not be alone," he leaned in close, "want me to give you a quick check?" "I'm ok, mama can check me, and I can always clean myself up." "In my expert opinion, it's better to have someone else do it, to make sure everything is ok, now turn around please." Nothing happened between them. "It will be quick I promise, I won't do anything else ok." He eased his paws onto the embarrassed and bashful teen's shoulders and turned him around, pulling the back of his pants and waistband, sniffing the air. "See, nothing bad back there, all clean, you get so worried, are you worried that the little baby pants will make a mess?" "No!" He cocked his head, saying that with a loud whisper, restraining his voice as much as possible. "Either way, you are good, but where is your pacifier, usually you have one with you all the time. Is it in one of your pockets?" "Uhh, I might have it here somewhere." He looked back for his friends, which were widening the distance between them. "I need to meet my friends, but I don't want to leave you alone." "But I can take care of myself," he crossed his arms and pouted, aware of how he looked and not caring, he didn't want to act big, knowing that the coddling and implied lower standing was getting to him. "Sure you can, but why don't you call your mama, just to let her know I checked in on you, humor me." He saw the muzzle go down, the eyes averting to the side, "you do have a phone right?" "Well, mama thought that I wouldn't need it, that she would just keep me close, she really will be right back." "You aren't making me feel any better you know. And why did she take your phone away?" Again, he wasn't getting a response, "you were naughty, weren't you." Trying to look grown up wasn't working, with the look he was getting, he didn't know what was going to happen, and watched as the clearly dominant male before him sighed and rubbed between his eyes. "Well, I don't want you being out here alone without a phone, if your mama was here, I would say that I could take you home, but, oh wait here she comes now." He watched the older woman waltz right up to them, taking one look at Nessy, who was still trying to act tough, and then at him. "It's great to see you GM, how have you been?" "Good, I was hanging out with my friends when I noticed baby pants over here, and I just had to check on him, you know how he is." "I'm not a baby pants!" As he said that though, he felt a rumbling in his tummy and was internally panicking. "Nessy, don't raise your voice and it's ok sweetie, everyone knows it, besides, you remember what GM is, don't you?" She was waiting for a response. He leaned down to Nessy, "I'm a baby pants too, Messy Nessy." He watched Nessy blush at that. "Anyway, I see that you have this little guy under control, so I better get back to my friends." She looked down at his waist, especially as he turned, carefully looking at the base of his tail, "speaking of being messy, are you sure you are good yourself?" He straightened at that, he was good for the moment, and turned to salute the parental figure and winked to the shy looking little wolf, "I'm all clean." He watched as the mother giggled and her charge did crack the slightest smile before making a sour face and trying to hide a tail flip. He was going to say something, but decided not too, sharing a little private visual moment with the now messy stinker, both of them knowing that it would be cleaned up soon enough. His patience was wearing thin, he wanted to get home, he wanted to be able to be alone and get into something more comfortable. He was about to go over and say something, there had been enough chitter-chatter. "He must know them pretty well." The lioness said. "I have seen them talking a bit on occasions but we need to go, to that place we have to stop at. Also, you only have so much time." "True, but it looks like he is done, see." She watched a parent clearly come into the picture, exiting a store and saying a few words, the younger one among them looking shy and yelling something about baby pants. After that, the mature dog took his exit, not before giving a salute that she didn't understand, joining them a second later. "Sorry that ok so long, was surprised to see him here." "Do you know him?" "Yeah, I hangout with him occasionally, and babysit him when he needs it." The look he got back was what he expected. "He look like he doesn't need a babysitter, but he does occasionally. Anyway, we need to get going." "Yeah we do." She asked so shakily, "um, do you need your you know what changed?" He sparkled his eyes back, "what if I do?" he saw her lost for words, "I'm just joking, but I will at some point, I just want to get home." He began walking with them again, past all the selling stores, both cheap and pricy, the conversation going from casual to focused, from everyday matters, to the one thing that could be seen as non-everyday. She asked both him and his counterpart obvious questions, did they intentionally act in a childish, infantile ways? "Personally, I don't, but there are others who do." He threw a glance sideways. "Rarely, I'm more of the DL caretaker type." He could see she was not going to understand that, "I enjoy being in charge and having control, along with just wearing diapers, as well as using them, for the security of them." "But you act younger occasionally?" "As he said, rarely." Without stopping at any stores, the walk back, past every end stand, especially the ones that were advertising strong scent maskers and amplifiers, so much that he thought he was going to be sick, was at times strongly upsetting. He was glad to get to the dank odorless and boring parking garage. They had to find the car, which meant they would be losing their curious and newly appointed mediocre reporter. She was sad to depart, given a second wind and grace period because she happened to park close to them. She walked with them to their car, "wish we had more time to talk." "You are welcome to hangout any time with us, this one can be a great host." He wasn't going to object, and he had been told that before. "just let me know when you want to come by, to prepare for you." She wondered what that meant, knowing there were normal everyday day things you to prepare for guests, but knowing what these two did, so many other questions were lined up ready to fire one after another, a machine gun of inquiry that was ready to fired. "Of course, that would be rude of me to appear unannounced." "He does occasionally, I only get a little warning before he is at my door." "You live near where I work and live, so it makes sense, and you know you like it, me rescuing you from your seclusion." He sighed, he could argue back again, "you are right, it is nice." He looked back to her, "bottom line, I would be happy to have you over sometime, so swing by." "Thanks, I'm pretty busy in the coming days, but I do want to see you too again, maybe for dinner." "I'm not much of a cook, but I think I can whip something up." "If that doesn't work, we can always order out, every neighborhood has places to eat out or in from." She knew the area very well, she had been on many lunch breaks and dinner dates, ranging from professional ones with coworkers, to creepy and dreaded ones with coworkers or clients, all of which thought she was attractive. They had all meant well, she was sure, at least a fraction of them, a couple out of the long line of them. "I'm sure dining with you guys will be great." "I will make sure to have meat, I like it a lot myself, but I can make something else." "Meat is fine, I come from a family of lions, meat was kind of a given for us." She could remember all the times her family meals had been only meat based, her family with great sorrow and pain having to eat greens, but knowing it had to be done. "Ok, I can grab a lot of stuff and we can go from there." "What about me, what about what I want to eat?" "Well let me know what your stomach wants and I can do something about it." She was laughing at them both, they were funny to hear, bickering the way friends do, "I will call you to finalize the details." She exchanged numbers with them and headed to her car, a wag in her tail, she liked talking to them. They would make good friends. After she left, he turned to the driver, "all right, that was great to meet her, but want to get going, we need to run by that house remember." "I know get in, how is your diaper?" His was getting pretty soaked and he was sure that a mess was coming soon. "Its wet of course, but not more beyond that, although it's getting soaked, can't you smell it, but we can get ourselves changed at home." He could catch the scent in the air and was sure his friend could do it too. He knew there was going to be one big squish in his diaper when they got in the car, the wheel transporter of all things. He could smell the scent now, very faint, but there, and became a little self-conscious himself, looking to his waist. "Yeah, let's get going" He got into the car with his friend, feeling a very warm sensation spread all over his groin, stretching a pleasant feel all over his fur. At the same time, he was assaulted with a strong scent of two soaked and damp furs. "Yeah, we both need changes soon, how much have you gone?" "A bit, but look whose talking crinkle-butt." "Right back at ya." He started the car and moved it forward with the gentle press of the pedal, moving backwards and out through the parking garage, wondering if they would see their new friend, but alas it was not meant to be. The way to the house was so well known to him that he often joked he could find it by scent if he had to.

While in the car, watching everything go by, he hoped they would not be at the house for an extended time, that it would be a quickie, in and out. The car was becoming full of the scent and he opened a window a crack. Although the route that was taken was not one he would have chosen, for the driver was set in his ways and there was no changing that, he did appreciate the little amount of traffic they hit, soon stopping at a house that in the late afternoon and beginning of night, looked ordinary. "Ready, we just need to grab a few things, not much at all." He said after stopping the car. "Yeah, let's go." "You could stay here if you wanted?" "I will be ok." To drive the point home, he got out of the car and started walking, his friend stumbling quickly after him to the front door. At he door, he rang the doorbell with no hesitation, so quick. When the door, opened he was greeted by a black panther with some occasional white spots on his fur, who looked a little confused at first, but then became animated with recognition. "Fang!" He looked past him, "Groundmutt! So glad you guys could make it and swing by." "Yeah, we just stopped by to grab that one thing though, the drink or two, if you have any spares lying around." Fang said. "Of course, come on in." He ushered the two of them in, closing the door behind them. "I do have some people over, but take what you need." "Thanks," to him, the house they were in looked similar to his, but more of the quintessential bachelor, the unassuming person with jackets on hangers and comfortable middle-income life. "Will it be in the kitchen?" "Yep!" He watched both of them head for the kitchen, going through a short hall to get there, wondering when they would make an appearance, since he was sure they would knowing and hearing who just arrived. With that all settled, he headed back in to see his guests, he was the host after all, the one in charge of making sure everything runs smoothly, the invisible hand of control. Back in the kitchen, opening the fridge, he saw the drink he wanted, marked with a sign that said for a friend. He pulled them forward, "I'm going to go check with James to make sure that these are the right ones, be back in a second." He moved out of the kitchen to the family room. Back in the kitchen, the urge hit, the powerful need to go. Turning back, Fang's tail flagged straight up in a perky arch that people would think meant happiness. The next minute though, a big mess shot out filling the seat of his diaper, mushing it all against his backside and make squirm as an audible grunt came from him and he made sure to push the last few bits out, sure that there would a blooming mountain look on his backside. Fang had just been standing there when the urge came and had no control over it, he had just let it happen.

James had quickly told him that the drinks in the fridge marked friend were in fact for him. Sticking around was a fun idea, but he didn't know any of the other furries in the room and that scared him. Instead, he made small chat saying his name and what he did for a living, which did earn him some extra time to mingle and explain more fully who he was. All of them seemed nice though. He told them he had known James for a couple years now. When finally able to pull himself away, he got back to the kitchen to see a canine standing still with a bit of a bump in his rump and looked at him, stepping closer. "Did you make a poopie again?" seeing a nod, a second later get hit with the smell, "Oh, you sure did, better get you home then." "GM!!" Behind him, he saw a younger gray black and white fox, naked except for a shirt and puffy green rimmed and poka dotted diaper standing and beaming at the sight of them. "Hey there you are!" He received a very tight hug, as tight as a younger fox could give. "What are you doing down here?" "When I heard you were hear, I just wanted to say hi," the fox rushed over to the stinky baby pants a second later, "and I wanted to say hi to you both, but I think he is stinky." "And what if I am." "I'm getting to that, but it's still great to see you. And what about you, are you stinky?" James chuckled seeing the little guy blush, "he was before you got here, but I cleaned him up all nice and good. You should probably do the same for Fang." He motioned to the smelly one who was standing back. "Do you have a spot?" he could feel the mush in his diaper and squirmed. "You can use my room, it's got all stuff you will need." "Ok, want to head up and get clean?" Fang nodded and walked with him. Soon enough, they found the spot, it belonged to the young fox and had a perfectly placed changing table. Without a second thought, He closed the door behind him and watched a messy diaper butt come into view, the diaper seat bulging out. "Ok, let's get you clean!" On the table he went, laid out board straight and felt his diaper get undone and pulled away, but not before it was used to clean him up. Next came the cool wet wipes that were going all over him, getting everything they could while he just rested. The mess must have been severe, as more wipes were used than last time. When it was done, he wondered what diaper he would get next, seeing it was the same poka dotted one he saw on the younger fox before. "Do you have any others?" "Not unless you want me to run out to the car and grab some, this will be easier." He saw some powder and added a bit for good measure before getting the new thick diaper, which he carefully put on Fang, raising his legs and bum high into a forced yoga pose only to come back down on the pillow padding that was taped around him in a quick motion. Because there was no fussing or squirming, the diaper went on snug, perfect fit, and well done. He gave the padding a poke, it was thick and he let the newly clean diaperfur sit up. "There, you are all done!" "Thanks a bunch, that last mess came out of nowhere and I really needed it." He got off the table with a crinkle and put his pants back on. "So you have what you needed, want to head out?" "I don't know, maybe we can talk to James a bit more, and that fox looked really happy to see us." "Ok, but not that much longer, I want to get back to your place and just hangout." "We will don't worry." He went back downstairs and found the younger crinkle fox already moving towards them. "You guys want to play for a bit? I know you have to get on the road, but just a moment, that's all?" He watched the two of them look at each other and then back at him. "Ok, but just a bit, we need to head out very soon." He was grabbed by the paw and led back towards the room he had just come from, pulled in with Fang, who looked equally surprised at the strength used to get them. "All right, what did you have in mind to play?" Seeing the game system getting setup, he saw it was retro, ancient from a time of cubical graphics and flat screen worlds, which intrigued him. What game could it possibly be? He could only wait till the game fully commenced and saw it was Gauntlet, an old NES game, seeing the NES a second later in the room that looked perfectly progressed in age and maturity for the fox, but with a changing table hidden with other baby things that was the only indication to an inclination towards a younger time. The rest of the room gave a nod towards a builder. When the game menu screen was up, he chose his character and waited for the others, seeing that there team of adventures consisted of a warrior, magician, and an archer, not that it made much difference really for him. The game was also so simple that he could do it with his eyes closed, but wasn't going to do that in front of them. All of them crinkled and squished. His talent and game prowess showed bright, leading his slowpoke friends through one level after another. He saved them many times, the enemies were cannon fodder to him, weak and pesky ants. He was glad that his gaming friend was playing, it was making it very easy. Playing though, he began to awaken the gamer in him, the one who was driven to find the path to the goal. Enemy after enemy they killed, using potions to wipe out crowds of undead, and specifically he used a potion to save one of them from a black roped wraith intent on drinking health, which made him feel very much the falsely glorified hero. He heard a knock on the door and looked to see James. "I was wondering where you guys went." "He really badly wanted to play the game with us, so we decided to humor him." He could see James looking at them with a smile and wondered if James was thinking the same thing as him. They must have looked like an interesting sight, the three of them all grown up but freely and willingly giving up a power that most everyone probably took for granted. "That's fine, but he can't play too long, and I'm sure you guys need to get back home too." James saw the plain as day diapered fox look at him with a pout, "they have places to be foxy, you know that, but I'm sure if you ask nicely they will come back and play with you whenever you want them to." He left the room, for heard his name called and was therefore beckoned back to the party, to mingle. Back in the room, the sullen baby pants looked at the others, "just a bit longer?" He ruffled between the foxes ears, "of course, just a bit longer." And so they played for a bit longer, killing enemies and adventuring not worrying about potty breaks and each of them having at least one wetting during their adventure. He looked down to his crotch and then to his side, "I'm going to need a change at home." "Who knows, I might as well to." He looked at the time on his phone, they had to get going. "We should go, it's getting late." "Yeah, I agree," he saw how depressed the fox was at this, at losing his two friends. "We will be back, I promise, give me a hug." And so he hugged the fox, joined a second later by the other canine, all of them embracing in the well known symbol of friendship, the common garment on all of them making their display that much cuter. He lead the way down stairs and called to James, seeing the proud feline come over a second later. "We are heading out," He just then remembered the drinks, grabbing them from the kitchen, "now we are heading out." "Be safe, and does he need a change?" The fox blushed, his caretaker had said the question so loud, "I do not." "Ok, but you will be checked later." Before letting the others go, he gave them each a hug and watched them leave. In the car, he breathed a sigh of relief and comfort, for he felt warm down below and was smiling. "That was great, but I'm glad to head back to your place." Fang said. "Yeah, thanks for letting us stay a bit longer, I know that might not have been the plan." He was feeling warm too between his legs. "Don't worry about it, it was fun, you know I always enjoy games, whether it be for the PC or a console." "That you do, you are my gamer friend." There was no traffic on the way back, which is just how he liked it, driving was not always the most pleasurable thing to do. "What do you want to do when we get back?" GM asked. It wasn't going to take long to get back, or so it seemed. "Let's just relax and chill, I don't think either of us has to be somewhere important, right?" He cocked his head and tilted an ear when he looked to the driver. "For the rest of the night, I'm free of obligations besides being with you." He only glanced, seeing a grin on a black green muzzle. It was nice seeing others smile, it eased his nerves. "What did you think of that cute diaper on the fox?" Now he was grinning even more, so much that his sharp pointed green ears were being pushed back, he knew exactly where that question came from, "it was adorable, maybe we should have grabbed a few for you, I bet you would look good in them too." The heightened straightened fur and the fluster of cheeks told him all he needed to know. "Just kidding, but maybe you should ask next time." The idea was not offensive to him, it was nice and inviting, and his mind wrapped around it while driving, imagining those puffy cute diapers hugging his hips and supporting him, "maybe I will ask about it." His grin was becoming more impish, "I will hold you to that then." He was silent for a while as they drove, till they arrived back at GM's house, at which point, he quickly headed inside with his host, who locked the door behind them. He stood in the center of the living space for guests. "Mind if I take my pants off, it's just us around here right now." He got approval and undid his pants letting them fall to his foot paws, which revealed his diaper that was just barely stained, and also reminded him that for all that talk about wearing the cute fox diapers they had seen, he was in fact wearing a pair right now, and man were they comfortable without any pants on, rounding right along his rear and wiping over his hips. "You should take your pants off too, don't let me be the only one." The host stopped for a moment and then decided it as no big deal. They were friends. He undid his pants and began to pull them down, but stopped again, the feeling was bubbling and sprouting out his rear and in his stomach. It had finally caught to him he thought, he wondered why it had taken so long. His ears flattened and tail went up, the next part to happen being a grunt and wincing of eyes as he pushed. The action was entirely natural and he just had to bare his teeth, bending his legs a bit as he expelled a mushy mess into his diaper. He made sure he got it all, remaining arced in a V till all of it was out, his expression not only minimally changing as he looked back and one lower bite showed. The mess filled the diaper seat and added weight, not to mention the obvious bulge, the diaper showing a bit of a stain along with the already yellow one. Fang knew that look, and the sight before him told the entire story very well. "Awww, did you finally make a poopie ? It's about time. In fact," He bent his legs and arced his tail, a second later letting a load go out and bulge his diaper too, it was effortless, "I'm messy too, we better get cleaned up, and then we can just chill, sound good?" Looking at his friend, he couldn't smell any mess, but was sure that he was going to start smelling soon. "Yeah let's go messy butt." He walked up past his friend, but he knew it was more of a waddle at this point. "Look who stalking stinky butt," he saw his friend blush horribly. He waited for the best person to lead to step forward, since he couldn't possibly know the location of changing area. There was a permanent grin plastered on his face at seeing his friend waddle the way he did, sure he was doing the same thing, waddling and mushing with every step of a foot-paw. Through the quant house they went till they reached the room he knew GM to sleep in, watching the dog go for the closet and bring out fresh diapers, a mat, and cleaning supplies, even a handy dandy mobile suppository for dirty diapers. "No changing table?" "Unfortunately no, but this mat should do for now, want me to get you done first?" With a squish and squash, the bulge of the diaper even clearer, he watched the first stinky butt sit down and lay back, the look on his face one of amusement, of accomplishment, and of satisfaction. He was glad he didn't see any wiggling, changing the messy and full diaper would be a lot easier this way. He began his work, first untaping the heavily soiled and defiled garment, using it a cleaner to head start the process. With that done, he threw the heavy used diaper away and started the real cleaning, using wipe after wipe to get every little bit he could, imagining he was performing a careful comb on the fur before him. When the certainty that the fur was clean and tidy, pristine, he got out another diaper, this one plain white, but meant to show when a fur needed a change and looked at his friend. "What's with that look on your face?" "What look, I don't have a look." "Yes you do." "Well, don't worry about it. Can you finish though, don't want to be lying here half naked forever." He watched the resumption of the process, feeling the cool powder sprinkle on him. It felt good to see that white puff around him and coat him, having black fur, it just made him giggle. Next came the diaper, the big thick white one. Looking at its size, he still sometimes couldn't believe that they existed, let alone were owned and used by furs like the one who was holding it before him. He half helped when the lower part of him, his waist and legs, hade to be lifted, settling in the embrace of the diaper that was soon snug on him. With a bit of cream, his hips and loins were entombed in the diaper and he crinkled loud and proud, sitting up. "Thanks, but now we have to get you, you are starting to smell." Ears swiveling, the smell was becoming stronger, if only by bits and pieces. Wiggling, the mush was refusing to be ignored. Hot with blush the cheeks were, "yeah, let's get me fixed up." Moving with the mush was at times weird, a lump that was constantly only moving so little that it was just enough to be unsettling. He mushed his butt down, seeing the changer before him and breathed. Lying back, the smelly diaper was moved away and used in the same cleaning way as before. The process was the same, with the wipes cleaning up the rest of the mess with legs and butt up in a high in a position that was very similar to a certain yoga one. The thickness of the new diaper was intimidating to the individual who was about to be adorned and saddled with it, but that thickness of course also gave it its charm. While finishing, there was no babble coming out and soon the matter of making sure that any potty needs would be taken care of without any effort were, there was a sigh of relief. "There, now we are both cleaned up." "An ready to go." The pat on the diaper on the front was one for pure simple enjoyment at being diapered and having that insurance blanket on. "Are you expecting to use that diaper to its fullest?" "Maybe, it is a diaper after all." "So I should expect a fully soaked and messy diaper husky later?" Although it was clean, it might not be later, and the crinkling was a constant reminder of what was around the body of the wearer. "I will just let what happens, happen, let's go relax," he gave a helping paw so both of them were standing with puffy pants that were classic white. Walking back was easy, the way was short and the margin for error was slim, what could go wrong. The couch gave loud crinkles and sigh when he and the other crinkle butt sat down. "Got any ideas on what to play?" "Why don't we just find something to watch first, want a drink?" "And kick start this diaper, sure," his tail flicked this way and that. His paw was only empty for a second before it was holding a glass. "A glass this time, nice." Finding a channel took a bit of time, because he was at times debating what he would stomach watching, but settled on a gun show with story and heart, with animation for flare and fun. It wasn't long till after drinking that he wet his diaper a bit, but didn't say anything, he really had no control and didn't notice. After the show however, there didn't seem to be anything good on at the moment, but he watched anyway, finishing his drink while GM had simply water and then a milk. "Can we play a game, there is nothing good on, at least by my standards." "You are right, want to check Netflix though, you can always find something on there." Dubious though he was, the idea was a good one, "yeah, let's go there, that way we can actually pick out what we want and bypass all those pesky and boring commercials." "All right, let me get the controller then." He got up and walked over to get it, seeing it sitting on the TV stand, on a shelf within the placeholder. "Why don't you just keep it closer?" "I don't play games that much, so it I keep it closer to the system, to make me less likely to lose it." He reached for the controller, bending at the waist and rear, padded butt sticking up and out. Looking back, the view from between his legs and himself made him twitch the ends of his muzzle up, partially because he saw the one on the couch doing the same thing. The view was not bad at all, and seeing that young grin was even better, it was becoming a back and forth where one individuals actions were just exciting the other into doing the same thing, "what are you grinning about?" His diaper still felt warm and he liked it, arms over his head. "Just being in this position makes me think of childhood, how I am looking like a big baby and then you are too." "That's true, you were even smelly like a baby," Fang teased. He huffed and puffed his cheeks out, "you were too!" Just then, he felt a bit of warm liquid discharge into his diaper, which only made him blush more being in the position he was in. Since he was over near the system, he turned it on and looked at the games he had, finding one that would be good. "And you made a pretty big mess a little while ago." He shrugged, "that was nothing, I think you were worse." "That was nothing, I don't think so." "If you really want to see a mess then how about we have a contest to see who can be the messiest baby pants here?" He wondered if GM would do it. The dog could be shy and sometimes was too frightened to try something new. Having seen the dog just mess himself a little while ago, he knew that it could happen. In his diaper, his member was getting a little hard, "only if you want to, but then we can see who is really the stinkybutt and baby here." He fidgeted, the idea was interesting to him and he had already messed himself once before. The more the idea sat in the mind, the more it didn't seem so bad and inviting, playing on existing desire, which made it grow in imaginary space. They were both diapered and it was just their way of having fun. No judgment would be passed on them, because they were friends. The idea caused a beating heart to pound the chest, "ok, let's do that, but do you think you can beat me?" the words were shaky, but there was gusto in them. There was no movement, or if there was, it was slow and steady. "I wear diapers for a reason, I can load them up pretty well, then you will be smelling my diaper." Cheeks were flushing with excitement and anticipation, "ok, wait right here." His body was tensing, he was panting. Calm down, the mantra was supposed to work, but it wasn't effecting any muscles at all, all remained spring loaded with energy. In the room that had the valuables, steady paw fingers took them out of the drawer and paused, this was happening. Tail arcing and moving slow, the walk back to the main room was the same, the eager tenseness and almost feline spring reflex programed into the muscles. Left to the gray couch, waiting was all that could be done while the supplies were fetched. Being alone, a paw was placed on the front of the warm diaper. It was a reassuring feeling and he waited patiently with his paw there. Although the body was still on the couch, one would be able to see the way the body was trying hard to keep itself from fidgeting and doing a jig of spritely happiness. It was so hard to keep still, but he had to, and when he saw GM come back into the room, his muzzle was cracking a in smile that was one that looked way beyond happy, beyond pleasure. The pill bottle was held tight and he slowly got up, tail wagging, finally showing just how anxious and eager he was for what was about to happen. "So, how do you want to do this?" He was watching Fang carefully, feeling every movement he was doing. He walked up, taking the bottle. Without moving a foot, watching the other diaperfur, "why don't we start with you, which means you have to get down for me, unless you want to be standing up." "I think I will stand, do you think you will be able to do it?" The diaper was pulled down and it answered the question without the need for a single word, the diaper sliding down both easily and slowly. The next moment, a moan went up into the air, at times becoming close to a howl, pills being pushed up and up, the rate of deposit directly effecting the moan howl, making it louder or smaller with every hard and soft push. He was blushing, it was unavoidable for him, his rear being filled with little pods that would become fully active later by making him do an involuntary internal self-cleaning. The pressure was building with all the material being shoved up there and fur stood on end and hips wiggled, tail jumping up in regular intervals. What really showed the blatant pleasure was the tongue hanging out of his mouth, something that was entirely flagship of his species each of upswing making him give a little yip. When the feeling of being full, of being pumped and loaded was too much, a balloon close to popping, even making him bend over a bit, he looked back, "ok, that's enough, anymore and I'm gonna burst, no pun intended." "Is that not the point, anyway, now you can fill me." "I take it you want a lot?" Before anything was done, he pulled his diaper back up and adjusted so it was nice and snug, back to where it was supposed to be, his backside feeling weird and clogged. A butt wiggled again with the new feeling. "Like you have to ask." With no instruction, onto all fours he was, his rear up, laying his shoulders on the carpet while expertly pulled his diaper down revealing the hole that was to be filled, tail arced up back in a curve. The smile muscles were all excited and were not going to stop one from covering the face of the younger black muzzle. He was waiting and after a moment of waiting, felt the initial stream shoot up and into him, a jet the made his heart jump. He wiggled himself on the injection site and tip he felt poking into him, getting another pleasure spike from the second jet spurt, letting out a long happy hum at what was happening to him, then feeling two distinct pills go in him, his flesh and anal glands moving around it to fit it in. He felt more and more being put in him, gripping the carpet floor with eager claws and looking back, "come on more." "I'm working on it." Fang felt more get pumped into him with another pill being shoved in too, the warm water spurts making him tingly, in more places then one. When he too felt himself to be at capacity, for the time being, he looked back and said stop, then getting on his knees and adjusting his diaper too, both him and his diaperfur friend looking pretty good in their thick absorbent underwear, the one who was just filled up rubbing the back of his diaper. He could see that the older diaperfur still looked a little nervous, "relax man, just go with the flow, now, let's play some games, we have to let the stuff do its stuff." Back to the couch the filled furry went, watching the other filled one finally turn on the game system, a satisfied smile showing from finally getting to the good stuff. Joined a second later, he began playing games and like before, was quickly showing his ability to trounce his buddy. That by no means meant the flame of competition was extinguished. The room was filled with a symphony and cacophony of noises ranging from glee to anger to sadness, but it was the kind of sadness that was almost entirely a charade. The duo played a shooter game first, one that owed its name to something that was supposed to be angelic in religion. Round after round was fired and aimed across the screen, as well as blasting bombs. Fang dominated in the end, but his luck turned when they played a racing game. The mottled mutt was a master at turns, curving around them with drifting and blasting forward. With racing, the edge had shifted. Even so, it was close between them, and both were getting so involved, that the multiple wetting they had done, along with the warning gurgling and rumbling sounds from their stomachs wasn't even registering one bit in their minds. At the end of the races, they paused. "Man, I may not have messed myself yet, but I sure am soaked." He looked down to his soaked diaper, filled with warm liquid, absorbed by the diaper, which was now saggy, but clingy to him. With a paw on it, the rubbing and pressing felt nice, and the rumble from the inner cave of the belly was a reminder of what was coming. "Hey, I'm soaked too, but that's where the fun isn't supposed to be, the main fun anyway." The rumble also came again from another stomach. "I think the stuff up our butts is going to take effect soon." "Isn't that the idea." During the next races, it began to happen. Fang clenched with an arced tail as one load rushed out into the seat of the diaper, with more sure to follow, a huff signaling the slush and burp of more messes going into the diaper, the garment taking them all in and keeping them locked in, with the diaper bulging. "Guess I'm starting this off." "I guess so, but wait just a minute." From the couch, GM, the unsoiled one got to the floor in front of the couch and got on all fours, sticking his rear up and then grunting, feeling a second later the movements in his internal digestive system. The next moment, a massive load was in the diaper. The white garment puffed out. He wiggled his rear when a second much smaller one came out too, "now the competition can start, and beat that." "Oh, don't worry baby pants, I will, but we need to finish our game." He heard the undeniable squish of a messy mushy diaper on the floor and caught the scent with his nostrils, both of his own and the other messy diaper, this was going to be fun. The distraction in the underwear of the mutt canine was enough to give an edge. The race became very one-sided in favor of him. The sharp shooter had become an excellent racer now and kicked the other fur's mushy soiled potty rear. After the race, there was a grin. "You only won because I was distracted," the loser protested. "Awhh, did crinkle-butt lose because he made a stinky," Fang teased, the grin still there. GM blushed, "maybe, but I was thinking, I know we just came from watching a movie, but why don't we watch another one while we have our contest going? If you don't want to do that, we can keep playing games." "I mean if you can find a good movie then sure," the young champion squirmed and settled on the couch again, mushing the mess around. "In terms of games, if you have the right cords, we can just display a game from the computer on the TV right here." "You would have to set that up then." The smell in the room was becoming stronger, looking to the shelf, there was a candle that could be lighted to counter it, and with a heavy rear, he got up and went to light it, trying to walk as normally as possible, thinking he heard a giggle from behind him. He made a pouty face back as he lit the candle, the aroma immediately filing the air, he had forgotten how strong it was, which is why he bought it. He looked down to his mushy puffy rear and back to the couch, "if you are going to setup those cords, you should do it now." "I thought you were going to look for a movie first, and that's a strong candle, how are we going to know who is winning?" There was more than one way to tell that, the loads in the diapers would determine that easily, and the competition was on a good start and would end with a good finish for one of them. "Where would you have the cords then, and you put on something while I look." Moving the squishy rear across the room in a similar waddle walk, the box beneath near the TV was filled with cords, and during the sorting, a bit of pee entered the diaper, the diaper change to come at the end of this was going to be interesting. Because a diaper was being worn, the determined furry didn't stop looking for the cords, and heard above him the sounds of an anime coming on and the squish of a rear, with maybe a bit of a hiss? He found the cords and looked behind him. "I found them, but you really should organize this jumble of cords." "I will at some point, but let's either put on a game or keep watching this, or a movie." Liking what had been chosen, he waited to see if his guest would want to do anything else. Being a good host, he wouldn't make him watch a movie or show his guest didn't want to. "Let's just watch this, when it's over, we can see who won the competition," Fang said with a grin. The movie played and while it went, there were definitely more grunts and messy burps that filled the diaper. Smugly, winning the competition would be easy. It was then that within this diaper wearer, a new appreciation for the thickness of the diaper on him bloomed. It was holding a lot and was worthy of being used for this competition. After this latest mess, the diaper was beginning to stain from all the use, getting swollen with all the material dumping into it. The movie was entertaining, not ground breaking and captivating to his senses, but it was fun to watch. Lounging on the couch, there were times when something to drink or eat would have been nice, but that would be too much work. With the movie playing, the urges were felt and answered, with more mess, both solid and liquid, going into the diaper, making him marvel at the act being done. The faith put into this un-famously celebrated decorated movie by the bestowed on the couch made it worthwhile to sit through, and not having to worry about the bathroom was great. At the end of the movie, the competition between him and his loaded competitor was going to be a close one, but that was the point. Being a sucker for getting pulled into movies, he just watched till it was done and when it was, he looked beside him. "That was a really good," there was a pause, another mess arriving in the diaper, "movie, sorry, had to mess." his diaper and the diaper of his competitor next to him were both obviously filling up to dangerous levels. "Don't worry about it, I have messed a lot too, think you are ready to lose, stinkybutt." "Let's just compare our work." Up from the couch, the weight of effort was clear and with a paw, the movement of the stuff showed that it was a lot of effort. "I think I did pretty well, but I guess the best way to tell would be for each of to feel around and judge." "Maybe we should have asked someone to be evaluator." "I don't think he would have done that, but unless you got another idea, better start feeling down there." GM stood with his messy friend and felt a paw go down to his rear and draped his own paw behind the other dirty diaperfur, feeling the solid mess, or more accurately many messes, mushing and warping around in the diaper confinement. To be sure, it took minute to feel around everything, but when satisfied with the weight he felt in his paws, he looked up, "I do think you might have won, if only by a bit crinkle-butt." Fang grinned wickedly, very proud that he could show off his proclivity for filling his diapers, reaching up a paw while taking the other off the full rear, feeling the paw that was gripping his own drift off, "good try." The handshake was brief and he looked to his rear. "guess we better clean ourselves up, we have been in these diapers for a while." "Yeah, if it weren't for the strong very candle that I lit, we would be in a cloud of odor, I better open a window at some point." "Want to do that now or after?" "I will do it now, I don't think anyone will see me." He waddled to a different part of the house and opened the window, a screen preventing bugs from coming in, but only opening it a binder's width and with curtains to hide. Even though he had said that no one could see in, just thinking about it now, he didn't want to take the chance of it. After that, he waddled back and looked at his friend, "shall we get cleaned up?" "Yes, let's do that." Fang followed GM back to his room where he was instructed to lay down, he was apparently getting the cleaning first. Onto the matt the mushy butt went with a final squish and mush and laying back, when the diaper was removed, there was quick work to capture all the diaper could contain before it was stored in the trash, all this done quickly because with the candle farther away, the smell had become that much stronger, that much more potent. The cold wipes were felt one after another, successional uses, there was a lot to clean up, all of fur to sift through. Every one of them was tossed into the trash where everything related to diapers went. He looked down between his legs with perked ears "How's it going down there, cleaned everything yet?" just then feeling a wipe stroke between the legs, up over sensitive areas. "I think that's everything, but why don't you go shower, to make sure it's all gone." "Sounds like a plan, can get you after and then you can shower, sound good?" "Yeah, you remember how to work the shower?" GM asked, prepared to get up and help. Onto his feet, waltzing towards the shower, he looked back to his friend on the ground, "I can handle it, you just wait right there, I will be back in a second." That's what he did, waited, there on the floor, listening to the patter of water from the bathroom, each droplet adding to the cascade of noise. Sitting there in the mush, it was hard to not feel partially the role of the helpless infant and with every inch squirm, that feeling grew an inch too. His weighty diaper was clasped on him tight and he was growing impatient. At the sound of the water dying down, preparations were done so when the designated cleaner for him came out, all was ready. Nothing had to be said, the work was the most important task right now, bending down and undoing the diaper that was bulging from the usage, the smell accompanying it right away, snuffing it out with the same quick motion and afterwards, doing the best cleaning that could be done, wipes going through fur both thin and thick. Mushing the messes around had a cost because it made the cleanup harder. Interested eyes followed his movements and progress and when done, he lowered the legs and looked up, "Ok, I think I got everything, want to take a shower, and then we can get into clean diapers." "Sure, be right back." In the comfort of the warm and hot water, the steam cloud being a natural incense for his nostrils, he relaxed in the steamy haze, running paws all over to get everything, water finding the ways through his fur in streams. When he was satisfied with the rinse, he got out and dried off to the best he could, finding two new fresh diapers picked out. "You first then me, after that we can hangout for a bit more and then you might have to head out, I have to do some work and I work tomorrow." "Sounds fair, so let's get comfy." Back to the position, the mattress was supportive as the diapering happened, with white chalk baby powder sprinkled in a dotty white line between thighs. This time, the diaper was plain white, but it looked absorbent as ever and it felt that way too, secure and snug he grinned at being so safe in it and sat up, proud of the white super brief around his hips. He didn't have to say a word and switched places. The powder felt nice and the diaper felt even better, plain white for no distractions, only the thickness mattering. With it on, the layered thickness was welcome, and the clean aspect of it too was a blessing too. Clad in white and puff, he sat up and looked to his friend, both of them crinkling in the safety and fortress walls of the house. "Why don't we put some pants on too?" Leaving wasn't going to be fun, but it was understandable, and so he put pants back on, once both of them were back in the living room. Instead of starting another movie, for that would require a time commitment that neither of them wanted to commit too, at least he didn't and it looked to be the same for his pal, watching a series on Netflix, one they both knew, was decided. During it he bickered over aspects he liked and disliked. When the hour came though, a sad frown was on the muzzle that turned to look across the house, "guess I better get going huh." "Sorry, busy day tomorrow, but we can hangout again later, you live close by, I'm not far." "I definitely will want to, when we both have the time again." "Right, let me walk you to the door," it was easier to get up from the couch with a clean diaper and getting to the door took no time at all. The open door brought in the chill of the ending day, "let me know you got home safely ok." "I will, but a hug please," the embrace was nice, and the crinkle was loud and clear too, there was a smile, "better keep a watch on those crinkles, baby pants." "Same could be said of you, crinkle-butt," there as a pause, "but really, had a great time, hope to see you again soon Fang." "Same here GM, later." The cold didn't bother him, the same as before, his fur was the perfect coat, hearing a door close behind him. At the car, he turned up the AC a bit and drove home, texting that he was fine and that he would keep GM posted about his schedule. Being home alone, in the sanctity of his room, he played games, listening to the sound of his underwear and smiling, knowing that he was about to get some good undisturbed playtime in for the day.