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It was a good day that skinny, incontinent Kioga spent in an estranged, pensive video Skype conversation, sitting in his modest house in cozy suburb Centurion, California. His ex-boyfriend, the muscular, clean, cocky, and delicious Lugo had not only left the city, but had transferred to a branch in DiaPai, United States Amirites, and for better and worse was doing very well: Lugo had a master, a pet, a husband, a couple lovers, the full furry nine yards.

Kioga did not even need to ask him "What did I do wrong?" as he knew full well that his continuous underestimation of his incontinence and the resulting messes, tickets, fines, and social media imbroglios against a battery of warnings from the wolf was a full, leaking list of transgressions.

The long and the short of it, Kioga kept battering his diapers' poor leg guards like a tropical mudslide against sandbags. Thank God, he'd not given anyone pink eye.

This fine, spring morning, with his house's office window open and letting in fresh air to mingle with the powder-fresh diaper he'd put on under his onesie, Kioga framed the conversation in this way:

"I'm really sorry for everything I did. Yes, I'm still getting into wonderful shit disasters, in and out of our company's crazy fetish-porn commercials. I really miss you and wish we could continue to enjoy that shit together, sometimes literally. Can't believe it's already been two years."

Kioga was snug and cozy in a clean, albeit already moistening diaper under a cute white romper with snaps at the crotch and a pacifier hanging from a lanyard, the latter he was alternating with a water bottle in his mouth as he sat at his computer. Lugo's response was delayed; he saw in the video screen the wolf playing with his snout, contemplating a reply. The muscular gray wolf was in his adorable kiddie sailor costume, and on either side of his shorts' leg holes Kioga could see a fat European Ultra pressing his thighs apart. The wetness indicator, a broad yellow stripe, stood at guard.

Lugo's response was not a grand dissertation, but instead a couple of sentences, the content of which warmed Kioga's heart and down his loins as he semi-consciously wet himself, feeling the groin expand as warm pee rushed out, hissing against the plastic as it snuck back along the leg guards.

Kioga heard movement in the second story hallway of his house; the snow leopard he'd taken in last night as a casual meetup was waddling about, waking up, in likely need of a change.

"I can't say I don't miss it," Lugo said, "Honestly, the shit-nanigans were downright hot at times. Can't believe you got me into all that craziness. Haha, part of me thinks that it's 'cheating' to try it on someone else ... you're a regular celebrity here in DiaPai; even my _husband_says I was crazy to leave you. But you know what they say about diapers when they get messy."

Kioga perked up, sitting high in his chair, feeling the squish of wet padding up front, his tail flagging up in the back as a pressure wriggled south. "Well..?" he asked.

Lugo shrugged. "I've just put down so many roots here, Key. It'd be like ripping IV tubes out of their arms.

"But it's okay when you break up with me?" Kioga blurted, then snapped his paws over his face. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"No, it's a fair point," Lugo said, then chuckled. "Ah, these Skype video calls. That's how we got together, right?" The cheetah's skinny stomach gurgled, then that, too, headed South.

"Heh. Me violently soiling myself during a work conference call. Then you lost your shit and busted up laughing, and you had to change me. I think we're about to have a round two," he said, turning around in his chair, putting his knees on the seat to give Lugo a full view.

The wolf growled low, grinning, opening the front of his kiddie sailor shorts to grope his thick white groin. Audible crackles came through his speakers, which put even more pressure on Kioga's lower region. The cheetah felt his modest cock expanding against his wet powdered padding, slowly turning the mound in his onesie crotch into a tent, then he felt his tail raise and sphincter stretch:

This was the sumptuous, savory point of no return.

Kioga sank his claws into his office chair, groaning as his tailhole opened and his rear pushed out a fat log into the back of his padding, slithering out of him, massaging his rectum and anus as it slid down against his taint and kept going, coiling against the back of his balls before it pushed past them, squishing out next to his swelling, throbbing cock.

"Fuck yeah," Lugo snarled, pushing his paw into his diaper to stroke his thick wolf meat. "Fill that diaper, messy boy."

"I'm going potty," the cheetah purred, reaching back to stroke that long, prominent tube going right down the center of his diaper. The sweet, earthy scent of his mess teased his senses, and he heard the frantic rustle of Lugo's paw beating himself off in his own padding. He squished the thick ridge softly, not enough to break the filthy snake slithering against his taint, but to feel its warm, sticky presence. "I need a change."

"You just got into that one," the wolf growled, the red tip of his tall wolf cock poking out of his pleated waistband. "Just a little longer. I wanna lick those feet."

The cheetah's toes curled against his footpaws, nearly touching his computer desk. He continued to push, filling the seat of his padding just a little more, and then he couldn't help it. Kioga undid the snaps of his onesie and grabbed the tented, swollen front of his diaper directly, squishing his warm mess against his cock directly. He grunted as he stroked it, smearing it all over his length, his nostrils flaring, his balls caked in it, and to the tune of Lugo's low growls and harried, crinkling pawing, fucked his paw.

Every thrust as he fucked his wet padding and sticky scat sent stars exploding in the cheetah's eyes. He couldn't get enough of it; it was better than a slippery, puffy pussy and it was better than a slick, lubed-up asshole. Kioga fucked his shit and his soaked diaper, his other paw clawing at the back of his computer chair, yowling in pleasure, until his cock flared up nice and spiky, the barbs catching the abused insides. "I'm gonna make sticky," he whined, and then he did.

A messy poot splatted out of the cheetah's backside as he came, spackling the insides of his sloppy diaper with hot kitty cum, turning the whole sorry assortment of the plastic sack around his groin into a creamy slurry.

Lugo growled as he came as well, forcing his cock back into his diaper with only a modicum of success, spraying a few ropes up onto his cute sailor suit before leaking all over his groin, getting only a fraction into the padding itself.

"Now sit on it," the wolf said, his eyes drowsy from the force of his orgasm, his legs spread wide with his shorts around his ankles.

Kioga nodded and did what he was told, gingerly turning around, feeling the cummy, shitty mess slop around the insides, squishing against his balls, smearing over his pulsing anus, cutting off a tiny straggler. He sat down in his computer chair and felt the sticky clay squelch up on either side of his sac.

"Oh God," he groaned, his heart going a mile a minute. The front of his diaper was still tented, stuck that way as his cock went back inside its sheath.

"Fuck, dude," Lugo husked out, flopping out in his computer chair. "Hey, wait," he said, sitting back up. "You didn't leak!"

Kioga laughed, feeling the weight of the shit-prison resist him trying to move. "I mean, give me a box of fiber bars, some baked beans, and a half-gallon of coffee..."

"And a tarp to spread out."

"Yeah, probably be good," Kioga said, then the conversation went quiet for a little bit.

Lugo scratched the back of his neck, then fixed the cute bow-tie on his sailor costume. The door opened behind the wolf and a svelte fox peeked in, wearing nothing but a cartoon-printed diaper and holding a baby bottle in a paw that had a wedding ring on it.

Kioga heard his own door open, and his casual play-mate snow leopard peeked in. He got a whiff of the room, however, and sneezed as he slammed the door. The cheetah watched the fox sneak back out.

"Key ... I won't lie and say I'm miserable here. I'm fulfilled; I have everything a gay adult wolf would want."

"Naptime cuddles and diaper changes?"

"Especially naptime cuddles and diaper changes. But ... " Lugo said, taking a look at the door before continuing, "Charza back there and the rest of my love-relationships know our history. And despite it," he said, sighing and rolling his eyes, "they're somehow cool with you."

Kioga's ears fell, and he shifted in his squishy seat. "I already said I'm sorry."

"Not what I meant." Lugo said, kicking his sailor shorts off as he leaned forward at the camera. "I mean they're really cool with you. They're practically pushing me out the door. Which ... brings up a really convenient segue."

Kioga's heart leapt and he leaned toward the video screen, still effectively anchored to the chair. "Lugo! What are you saying?"

The wolf grinned, flashing his teeth as he put a jaunty sailor cap on his head, flexing his thick arms. "I'm saying that I have an offer to transfer back to the Centurion location for a nine-month project ... and I need a place to stay."

Tears sprang up in Kioga's eyes, running down his black cheetah tear-trails. "Oh God, Lugo, yes! Please, oh God, it's been so lonely ... I've met nice people but ... you! Lugo, my love, yes!"

"Now hey, calm down," the wolf chuckled, reclining in his chair, flexing his washboard stomach. "Don't mess yourself ... again ... until I get there."

Kioga giggled at his ham fisted joke, his nose going dry as tears wouldn't stop flowing over his smile. "Oh, Lugo, I promise. I can change!"

The wolf snorted.

"No worries, baby. I'll change you."