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Chapter Two: Writer's Block

Tim walked, or rather waddled, back down the hall to his room of the apartment. The entire way he couldn't get his mind off what had just happened, he simply couldn't believe how easily Matt had completely subordinated him. Though the walk was short because the upstairs of the apartment had only their two rooms, the communal bathroom, and the laundry closet in it Tim couldn't help but feel like every second was passing slower than normal. His mind raced over the picture, the sex, the feelings of impotence and excitement at the same time, and of course the realization that he was completely at Matt's mercy.

As he got to his room he could see that Matt was already hard at work. The fox's tail wagged slightly as he sorted through the wolf's clothes and hummed quietly to himself. He already had most of the clothing sorted by type, and as Tim went into the room he saw Matt picking up one of the piles and moving toward the laundry closet. As Matt passed by Tim felt a sudden grope on his butt, and with a start he looked down to see Matt's hand squeezing his thickly padded rump. He pulled away as the diaper crinkled and whimpered as he realized just how hard it was going to make concentrating on the book report. He moved into the room, past the various piles his roommate had sorted, and to his desk where the dim lamp still glowed and waited for him to start his work.

Tim pulled the chair from the desk and took a seat. He felt the padding compress below him, releasing a light breeze up his back as he adjusted and tried to find the place he'd have to move the least. The less reminders of his demeaning punishment for failing to clean up after himself the better. He pulled his laptop closer to the edge of the desk and rolled the chair in below it before typing his password in and starting up the word processor. He looked across the desk at the novel he'd been assigned to report on, "It" by Stephen King sat on the desk, a bookmark sitting about halfway through the pages. The report was supposed to be on how the supernatural elements of this story tied into the other stories written by Mr King that they'd studied throughout the semester.

Of course, considering the size of the book he'd only read about half of it, so he pulled up his web browser and searched for a story synopsis so he could bluff his way to at least a B on the report. He started pouring over the synopsis and suddenly came to the realization that the book had a depth of knowledge to it that none of its adaptations did justice to. He started typing out his initial thoughts on what he was reading when he felt a bit of an itch in his crotch.

As Tim stuck his hand down his extra thick underwear he realized just how warm and sweaty he was getting down there. He could feel the dampness clinging to his balls and thighs as he scratched at them and crinkled the diaper. He groaned as he realized he'd completely lost his train of thought, and whimpered as he realized the internal humiliation was making his cock twitch a bit. How could he be horny again already? Less than half an hour ago Matt had pinned him to the bed and milked him out into his babyish diaper. He grunted as he tried to ignore these thoughts, but found himself thinking back on the way the fox's fluffy rear had taken up his entire field of vision, giving him nothing to stare at except that while the fox expertly squeezed his schlong. His cock was about half hard, and he found himself absentmindedly grasping it when he heard a noise from his door.

Matt stood in the doorway, looking half amused and half annoyed. "I thought you had a book report due, are you working on it?" Matt asked as he raised one eyebrow. Tim pulled his hand from his padding, looking down slightly in guilt as he reached up and clicked the mouse on the browser icon to bring back up the book's summary. Matt walked over, chuckling lightly under his breath as he started sorting through the clothing in the room again. "You know, they're going to know if you just copy and paste that summary. I might be able to help you out if you need it Timmy," Matt coaxed as he worked, making Tim feel practically microscopic.

"W-what do you mean? I-I'm not just copying it, I just...I don't have time to finish the book now..." Tim said as he lowered his ears and looked at the book on his desk. Truth be told he'd had plenty of time to finish the book, he'd been a lot more busy playing video games on his laptop than reading and it was catching up to him now.

"Well, I finished that book when it was assigned. I've already finished my report, and I could help you write yours. If I do though...its gonna cost ya," Matt said as a playfully devious smile crossed his face.

Tim swallowed, wondering exactly what the fox had in mind. "W-well...I mean...the help would be nice...I guess," he replied hesitantly.

Matt's grin turned into a bit more of a smirk, as if he'd predicted Tim's response before he'd even given it. "Alright then, if you want my help on your book report you're going to be using your diapers for their intended purpose today. That means the bathroom's completely off limits to you," Matt said with a chuckle as he dropped a pair of the wolf's boxers into one of his various sorting piles.

Tim could hardly believe what he was hearing. Wearing a diaper was one thing, but actually using it? How could he do that and ever look at himself in the mirror again? Before the wolf could think over the proposition, however, the fox started talking again, "Well, think it over. I mean, if a frat pledge can do it I'd think you can too," Matt said nearly condescendingly. "I'd suggest getting to work if not though, or you'll definitely fail that report," Matt taunted.

A sudden thought occurred to Tim, what if Matt hadn't really gotten the diaper from one of the frats? He turned toward his desk and looked down at his crotch to take a better look at the infantile garment covering it. The babyish look of the diaper, the wetness indicators...where on earth would a frat even get diapers like this? He couldn't confirm it, but maybe Matt was hiding something about this whole situation from him. He'd keep his eyes open to see what he could figure out, but for now he had to get back to work on his report.

"I-I'll let you know if I need your help..." Tim said hesitantly, not wanting to give the impression that he would give in but fully aware that Matt's help would make the report fly by.

"Alright Timmy, call me if you need me. I'll be downstairs loading the dishwasher," Matt said cheerfully as he placed the last of the wolf's socks into the sock pile and turned to the door. He took one last glance over his shoulder back at the wolf, the gleam in his eye telling the wolf that he'd likely be checked up on whether he called or not, and walked out of the room.

Tim went back to reading the book summary, occasionally shifting in his seat as the diaper seemed to only get sweatier and itchier as he tried to ignore it. How on earth he'd worn one as a kid without being constantly distracted by it was beyond him. As he went along he noticed that things didn't seem to be quite right with the summary, and he started flipping through his book and noticed that the detail disparity was immense. He groaned loudly, he hated reports like this. Why couldn't they understand that books were a dying medium and just give him a movie report instead? Tim found himself reading back through the little bit he had written and noticing that it was far too similar to the summary. He didn't know how much more he could take, the report was driving him crazy.

"M-Matt...c-can you come in here please?" Tim asked meekly as he turned toward the door. His voice was quiet and his cheeks pink with a slowly growing flush. Matt didn't reply, whether it was because he hadn't heard the wolf or he was simply wanting to make him speak louder was unclear. "M-Matt, can you come in here please?" he repeated, stuttering yet again as he felt a near tingle of humiliation flooding him and making him have second thoughts on what he was about to do. It was at that moment that Matt walked in, his hands still wet from rinsing dishes.

"You called Timmy?" Matt asked, enforcing his dominant position with the childish nickname.

"I...you....c-can...you help me...with my b-book report please?" Tim asked, his face positively glowing red by the end of the sentence as he submitted to Matt's terms.

"Aww, sure thing kiddo, now just remember...that means no bathroom for you for the rest of the day," Matt said in a patronizing tone that made the wolf feel, somehow, even smaller. "Now, lets get to work," Matt said as he walked toward the wolf and cracked his knuckles.

Matt started to explain about the book, and it was all Tim could do to keep up with him while typing. As he talked, Matt's tail twitched and he paced back and fourth. Tim listened intently, hearing absolutely awesome explanations for exactly what he needed to know pouring fourth from the fox like a fountain of knowledge. They worked for nearly a solid hour when Tim started to feel a twinge. He had to pee, he had to now, but...he didn't want to.

Matt paused as he noticed Tim starting to slow down on typing. "What's wrong, do you need me to slow down?" Matt asked as he moved to stand right behind Tim. Tim whimpered, wriggling slightly in his seat as he tried to fight the urge that had been building for the past ten minutes or so. "Ohh, I see what's going on. Heh, I think its time for a study break, how about you?" Matt said with an innocent smile on his face. Tim sighed in relief, grateful that Matt hadn't noticed his need to pee. "U-uhh, sure...Lets go downstairs and get a snack," Tim said with a bit more urgency than he'd intended, but still calmly enough that when he looked up at Matt it didn't seem the fox had picked up on the urgency.

"Heh, alright, lets go," Matt said as he pulled the wolf's chair out from the desk and offered a hand to help him stand up. Tim took Matt's hand and got to his feet, but when Matt didn't let go he gave him a look of confusion. Matt got that calm smirk on his face again, then pulled Tim suddenly toward the bed with a devious chuckle.

Matt yelped as he felt himself pulled onto the bed. Before he could so much as move he felt one of Matt's hands on his chest and looked up at the fox standing at the edge of the bed. "Before we go get a snack I've got a little game we're gonna play Timmy. You lay right there," he said as he ran out of the room. Tim didn't know what to do, he still felt the urge to pee growing stronger, but he didn't dare disobey the fox. He laid back on the bed as he heard movement in Matt's room.

After about thirty seconds of laying there in suspense Matt returned. He held two things in his arms, the first was a pair of underwear that looked very well used, the second was a pair of handcuffs with fuzzy covers over the wrists. "Alright Timmy, wrists between the bars of your headboard," Matt taunted as Tim looked at him, mouth agape and cheeks reddening.

"B-y-I....w-what?" Tim practically sputtered as the fox moved over to him.

Matt dropped the pair of well used underwear on the wolf's chest and chuckled. "You heard me pup," he taunted as he straddled the surprised wolf. Tim was in shock as he felt his hands being lifted over his head and slid through the bars at the head of his bed. He felt Matt manipulating his hands, pulling the rings of the handcuffs around each wrist. Before he could even catch up to what was happening he heard the click of the restraints and knew his hands were now fettered, wrists held together behind his headboard.

"M-matt, what are you..." Tim started, before being interrupted by something being shoved into his mouth. Matt straddled his chest and looked down at the bound wolf with a controlling smirk on his face. "Keep them in your mouth if you don't want a spanking fluff butt," he taunted before pulling his hand back, leaving Tim sucking on the sweaty fox briefs. "I got those from the bottom of my hamper, wore them to the gym and haven't gotten a chance to wash them yet, hope you like the flavor. Well, of course you do, don't ya crotch sniffer?" the fox taunted, causing Tim to let out a muffled whimper.

"Well, now its time for the game. The goal is simple for you anyway, simply sit back, enjoy, and keep those underwear in your mouth," Matt said as he moved his hands down and started sliding them along Tim's chest. Tim watched, the taste of sweaty fox crotch filling his mouth as the briefs rested on his tongue. He tugged against the handcuffs lightly, but found they held fast despite his tug. He was well and truly at Matt's mercy, and the look on his face made the wolf feel nervous. His eyes were wide, his grin devious, and then he felt the fox moving his hands to the sides. Oh no, please no, he thought to himself, but it was too late now.

Tim yelped into the makeshift underwear gag and twisted as he felt the fox's fingers brushing the sensitive area below his armpits. He burst into a sudden jolt of laughter as he felt the fox's fingers tormenting him. "Baahahahahahwafp-esethhppp" he cackled as he twisted back and fourth, his speech as intracohort from the musky briefs getting deeper into his mouth with every chortle as it was from the fit of laughter coming over him. The fox chuckled as he continued to gently tickle the enfeebled wolf.

"Ooh, I certainly hope Timmy doesn't need to piddle, or he might not last. Tickle tickle Timmy~" the fox teased gleefully as his fingertips moved to dancing along the cuffed wolf's ribs. Tim bucked up on the bed, attempting to do anything to get away from the fox's expert fingertips. He couldn't escape, and he fell to the mattress helplessly and continued guffawing into the sweaty undies. He felt the fox stop for a moment, and realized he hadn't wet himself yet. He whimpered up at the fox, his eyes pleading him to stop. "Ah ah, not until you piddle your diaper like a good pup," Matt taunted as he moved his hands back into position, letting Tim watch and twist as their claw tips got closer and closer.

Tim burst into laugher yet again as he felt the fox's fingertips touch down against the sides of his stomach. He felt utterly hopeless, he had no way to make the torment stop short of wetting himself. He groaned, he didn't want to give in to that urge. With a sudden press to his armpits, however, Tim felt a sudden rush at his crotch and realized he was soaking his diaper.

Tim whimpered as he felt the fox's tickling lighten up but not cease. He couldn't stop the flow, the stream of urine was washing around his crotch and pressing to the absorbent padding surround it. "There's a good pup, let it all out," Matt said quietly, watching as the wolf tried to take his mind off it. He couldn't stop thinking about it though, he finally stopped pissing himself but he couldn't help but feel weak. He hadn't wet himself since he was six years old, to have done it now...it left him feeling utterly mortified.

As Tim wallowed in shame Matt chuckled. "See, that wasn't so bad. Your diaper held it all, look," he said as he moved a hand down and squeezed the front of Tim's soaked diaper. Tim shuddered as he felt the warm wet material squeezed around his dick and looked up at Matt, eyes widened in surprise. "Doesn't feel so bad, does it?" Matt coaxed as he gave the padding another squeeze. Tim couldn't help himself, he ground up against Matt's hand out of sheer reflex. It didn't feel bad at all, in fact it felt...incredible. Yet, at the same time it made him feel a cornucopia of emotions ranging from shame to pleasure to...security. He couldn't understand why he felt these things, and thinking on it was actually causing him to feel slightly upset.

Matt seemed to be looking down at Tim with a look of recognition. Tim didn't understand what was going on, but felt Matt lay down on top of him. He was light enough that it wasn't a strain on the very slightly out of shape wolf. Matt moved up to beside Tim's ear and gently started to whisper, "Its alright, its perfectly okay to like them. You're safe here, you can enjoy this if you want," he said comfortingly. Tim was extremely confused, why was he doing this? It didn't make sense, but despite the rush of emotions overwhelming him he felt...safe...with the fox holding him close and whispering in his ear.

Matt laid like that for a moment and Tim felt the well of emotions growing less and less powerful. Finally, Matt lifted his head and looked Tim in the eyes. "Lets get you changed, eh droopy drawers? I'll need to go get some talcum, but I think you have some personalization to do on the report so far. Here, lets get your hands free and I'll let you work on that," Matt said with a chuckle as he moved a hand up to ruffle the fur on the top of Tim's head. Tim groaned into the underwear in response, still feeling slightly ashamed that he'd just wet himself yet feeling calmer than he had moments after it had happened. Matt reached through the headboard bars and slid a small key into the locks on the cuffs. Tim felt his hands released and pulled them down. Matt grabbed the underwear in the wolf's mouth and pulled it gently from his maw.

"Alright, see you in just a bit Timmy, try not to get in too much trouble while I'm gone," Matt chuckled as he turned toward the door. Tim didn't respond with anything more than a wave, he felt utterly humbled sitting on his bed in a soggy diaper like a baby. He looked down and saw the wetness indicators running down the length of it had faded, with one at the top of the wet patch half gone and one at the bottom all but gone. He heard the door to the apartment close, but found his mind going back to Matt squeezing the front of the padding.

Tim looked around, he could see the pair of briefs that had been stuffed in his mouth were laying on the floor of his room. He could hear the washer draining, and couldn't hear any signs that the fox was in the apartment still. He could feel his cock hardening as the thought of masturbating into the wet diaper started to overwhelm all other thoughts in his head. He shuddered as he remembered how good it had felt when Matt had given the wet pampers a press. He whined as he realized how utterly infantile it made him feel, yet found his hand moving down to squeeze his crotch.

He rolled to his side and picked up the pair of briefs. He lifted them up, and with a blush gave them a sniff as he rolled to his back and squeezed the front of his thick diaper yet again. These were white briefs, the dorkiest kind of underwear he could imagine wearing, and he knew that the fox who had him under such control that he'd just been made to soak his pants for the first time in years had worn them to the gym. Something about that made him feel even more subordinate as he squeezed his cock through his drenched diaper and humped up against his hand. Here he was, what some may consider an alpha male, confident and cool under most circumstances...utterly submitting to this dorky white briefs wearing fox. He groaned as he thrust against his hand, he wanted more, and the feeling of a bit of his own urine leaking out against his crotch made him feel utterly ruled.

As he thrust he felt his cock hardening, he wanted to spunk again. He turned toward the door, listening for a moment to see if he could hear any signs the fox had returned. When he heard nothing he continued to hump up into his hand. He felt the snug diaper leaking a bit more as he humped against it, grinding his cock against its soggy inside. He groaned, imagining the fox sitting on his face again as he took the pair of briefs and held them tightly over his nose, taking in a breath of the fox's musk and moaning as it made his memory of sucking the fox's balls all the more real. He whined as he bent his back up, pressing all the more desperately. He turned toward the doorway and yelped, there was Matt standing in the doorway simply watching him hump the soggy diaper. How long had he been there? How hadn't he heard the door downstairs.

"Aww, you're enjoying this more than I thought you would," Matt said as he gave the wolf a kind yet dominant smile.

"I...well..." Tim tried to explain, blushing brightly as he saw the fox had another of the thick diapers in his hand along with a bottle of baby oil and and a bottle of talcum with a label on it that proudly read "Puppy Powder".

"I think I need to show you a little something new during your diaper change. Just lay back Timmy, I'll take care of everything," Matt chuckled softly as he walked toward the wolf. Tim's tail was tucked below him, he couldn't believe Matt had caught him masturbating twice in one day! Even worse, he couldn't believe the second time could possibly have been worse than the first, but somehow it had been. Did Matt have another picture for his collection? Tim didn't know, and the thought that it was possible made him shudder at the thought.

Matt walked to the edge of the bed and easily lowered his shorts again, revealing he was hard. "Alright Timmy, you just relax, I have something fun in mind for you," Matt said as he looked down at the blushing babied wolf. Without another moment's hesitation he moved onto the bed, getting between Tim's legs and lifting him by the ankles. Tim felt the fox tug the tail hole tape of his diaper off, then slowly slide the padding up his ass while leaving his cock trapped in the soggy prison.

Matt grabbed the bottle of oil he'd placed on the blankets and took the top off. He turned it up, splashing some against his cock and some against the wolf's bare rump. Tim felt one of the fox's hands move down, spreading the oil around the edge of his pucker before gently pressing into him. Matt groaned, his ass twitching around the invading fingertip. He'd never done anything like this before, and it actually kind of hurt just a little. Tim tried to pull away, but saw Matt watching him, "Let it stretch a bit, trust me, I'll make it feel good," he said as he slowly started to work the fingertip in and out.

Tim felt more of the oil being spread on the fingertip slowly working in and out of him. As it got slicker it started to feel a little less rough, and as the fox bent his finger slightly and pressed up the wolf felt a sudden shock of pleasure rock through him that left him gasping for air and grabbing the blankets. "There we go, feeling good?" the fox said as he pulled his fingertip out and wiped it against the wolf's fluffy behind. Tim nodded, looking up at the fox, knowing what was next without the fox having to say a word.

Matt lifted up, lining the wolf up with his hard cock. Tim groaned just a bit as he felt Matt's pecker pressing at his ass lightly, then took a sharp breath in as he felt Matt roll his hips forward and press the tip into him. Matt paused as he heard the wolf nearly yelp and saw how hard he was gripping the bedding. "Nice and slow, just relax," he said as he looked down at the wolf with a kind smile on his face. Tim looked back at him, whining as he felt the length held inside him. "Take a deep breath, in and out," Matt said calmly.

As Tim took a breath in he felt the tension inside him loosen a bit, but felt the fox press forward up to the top of his knot in the moment. He let the breath out, and realized he felt more relaxed and the length up inside him didn't feel like it was stretching him as badly. "Alright, you just lay back. Heh, or hold those underwear tight to your nose, either way works," the fox said as he started to slowly pump in and out. Tim writhed lightly as he felt the cock pressing into him, his muscles trying to make him hump a bit and squeezing down on the invading member at the same time. He grunted, and blushed as he moved a hand up to hold the briefs tightly over his nose. He looked up at the fox and saw him closing his eyes as if in concentration. He started to slowly speed up, dragging his length along the wolf's insides and grinding up to make the wolf buck up in time with the humps.

As he started to pick up speed Matt moved a hand down and squeezed the front of the soggy diaper covering Tim's waist. "Oh yeah Timmy, tell me how bad you want to cum," Matt said with a chuckle. Tim groaned as he felt the fox press forward and hold his length in as far as he could shove it without knotting the wolf.

"Nngh...f-fuck....please let me cum...." he nearly whispered as he felt the fox squeeze the front of his diaper harder.

"I didn't quite get that, how bad do you want to cum?" the fox asked louder as he pulled out...then shoved in extra hard. Tim yelped as he felt the fox's knot slipping into him.

"I...p-pleaSE OHH!" he outright shouted as he clawed the blankets and felt the fox's knot seal home, leaving him feeling extremely full as the fox's long thrusts turned into short powerful tugs and presses of his knot.

"You're gonna cum, but when you do I think I'll keep you in this diaper for a while since you seem to be liking it. We can change you later on," the fox said slowly, panting between words as he pounded his cock into the wolf's rear. "Nnghf, I'm going to fill your ass with my cream," the fox said in the most dominant tone Tim had ever heard him use.

Tim couldn't talk anymore, he was too overwhelmed with pleasure. He felt his cock straining against the wet padding and felt every tug of the knot inside him as he rocked in time with Matt's humping. He felt Matt squeeze down on his cock harder, causing him to want to thrust harder. As he tried he felt the knot holding him in place, allowing Matt to completely control the pace of the fucking. He whined as he saw Matt pull up his phone, showing off the picture of him arching his back to hump his hand through the wet diaper. "More proof, just to make sure you stay in line like a good pup," the fox taunted as Tim groaned from the abject degradation of knowing he had sunk even deeper into the fox's control.

Tim felt Matt speed up and moaned, but soon he felt the fox's cock buried as deep as he could and felt the fluffy balls he was all too familiar with the flavor of twitching against his ass. He felt a warm spurt up inside him and knew the fox had orgasmed, and he was right on the edge himself. "Heh, say my name pup, nice and loud," Matt taunted as he squeezed the front of Tim's diaper.

"M-Matt....please....oohHHH!" he groaned loudly as he felt the fox's grip tighten, squeezing a nice spurt of his piss against his crotch. He thrust up, tugging at the knot up his ass, and felt his building orgasm rocket over the edge. He felt his whole body tense up as he arched his back into Matt's grip. "M-matt!" he shouted in the throes of orgasm, shooting his jizz into the soggy diaper as the fox grinned down at him. With the last gasps of his orgasm he felt a tug, and yelped as Matt pulled his cock out with one swift slip.

Tim felt empty at Matt's orgasm leaked out of his ass and dribbled onto his tail. He felt the fox tugging at his padding and pulling it back over his rump, taping the tail tape back into place before setting him back on the bed. "Heh, while I'm leaving you in that you're still gonna get your butt powdered, stand up pup," Matt said without missing a beat. The fox easily stood, but Tim found himself unable to quite roll to his feet. Matt chuckled as he looked down at the sex addled wolf. "Aww, having a hard time? Heh, stand up so I can powder you and I'll let you take a nap while I write the rest of your report," Matt chuckled, causing Tim to blush.

"I-I'm not a little kid ya know..." Tim mumbled, not feeling quite as submissive after the orgasm. He groaned and finally managed to stand, stumbling slightly and nearly sitting back down.

"Whatever you say Timmy, you're going to write your report like a good boy then~" Matt taunted causing Tim to whimper a bit. Before Tim could even retort the fox moved to behind him, pulled out the back of his diaper, and tipped the bottle of puppy powder into his padding. He could feel the soft white powder sprinkling in, and it seemed Matt was giving him an extra dose. He could smell the sweet scent of lavender and talcum in the air, and simply blushed as the fox finished throughly powdering his rump and moved the bottle to the front. He felt the front of his soggy diaper pulled out and saw the bottle tipped in. He could see the small cloud of white powder rising from his diaper front as he felt the fox grinding the powder at his ass in using his crotch. "One last little distraction for you while you work on customizing that report," Matt chuckled before pulling out the back of his diaper. He felt the bottle of talcum pulled out of his diaper front, still leaving him with a huge load of the humiliating powder resting against his crotch, but then felt something wet in the back of his diaper. He half turned back, and saw that Matt was taking a piss in the back of his diaper.

"W-why..." Tim whimpered as he felt more and more of the fox's urine trickling down the back of his padding and soaking in around his butt.

"Well, that's rather simple. I want you to know you're mine, so I've marked you. You're going to sit in a puddle of my piss the whole time you're studying, and won't be getting a change until I say. Now, get to work pup, would hate to miss your deadline," the fox teased as he gave Tim's crotch a firm squeeze, rubbing the powder in using the urine soaked diaper and making the wolf's cheeks flush brighter. He walked to the desk stepping along gingerly, then took a seat. He saw a large poof of powder explode from his diaper and fill the air with the babyish scent. He felt the puddle of piss pressed out of the padding slightly by his weight before being soaked back up. He whined, but saw that Matt was still in the room. He seemed to be gathering another pile of clothes to load into the washer, and somehow he just knew the fox would definitely take advantage of any distraction he showed. He turned to the computer with his ears lowered and started doing his best to customize the essay he'd essentially written verbatim from Matt, working slowly but doing his best to ignore the puddle of piss below him, the crinkly diaper taped to his rear, and the fact that every time he so much as squirmed a cloud of talcum surrounded him in the tell tale scent of baby powder.

Yet, despite his brain telling him he should resist he knew that if he did the fox held all the keys to putting him into incredible humiliation. So, whether it was by the force of the pictures...or by his admittedly much more submissive attitude when he was horny...he was stuck. It made him feel all the more infantile to know there wasn't a thing he could do to get out of being back in diapers.