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Zephyr's New Suit

By Zrathie

"Prep the coyote for transport," said the otter.

The two bears full of brawn and muscle made short work of the coyote's merger attempts at defence. The first bear pinned Zephyr to the bed while the second took a pair of paramedic scissors and began cutting off his clothing. Soon Zephyr's canine body was on full display. He could feel the dominant bear holding him with a firm grip. No matter how he twisted or pushed, he couldn't break his hold.

The otter glared down at him as his associates did all tough work. The first bear was a grizzly who was holding him down while the smaller bear, sun bear bent down to fetch something out of a cabinet. The sun bear had an orange marking poking up from his chest. The bear returned into view. To Zephyr's horror, it was a thick adult diaper. There was no mistaking the plastic backing and the twin blue wetness indicator lines that ran down the crotch of the item.

The sun bear took a tube of greasy ointment from the cabinet as well. He applied the appointment to Zephyr's genitals around his sheath, and around his tail hole. The grip of the grizzly tightened as he was made to bear his intimate parts. Next, the sun bear opened a drawer and took out a bottle of talcum powder and applied it directly to the inside of the diaper. That had been folded open on the top of the cabinet.

Zephyr was helpless to resist as the sun bear diapered him. The diaper's soft padding pressed into his sheath, and at least it was a form of cover. It was better than being nude but not by much. The four tapes were done up at either side plus a rear strap that went over the top of his tail. The diaper felt snug but not too tight. The sun bear checked that it was correctly seated before crossing the room where there was a cabinet as high as a wardrobe.

The grizzly bear didn't let up his grip at all. Soon, the sun bear retrieved an item that was hanging inside the cabinet. Zephyr turned his muzzle towards the bear try to work out what he was carrying. The item pair appeared to be a diving suit, although it had a few features that were designed to make Zephyr's life much harder. The sun bear unzipped the suit. It was a one-piece garment, with full sleeves that had olive-shaped mittens at the end where hand paws would go and integrated foot paw shoes. The opening at the back was unzipped, ready for Zephyr's entry.

The grizzly bear hooked his arms under his arms and hefted him into the air. Zephyr got lifted off the ground and soon found himself forced into the rubbery suit. Even the otter decided it was time to help. Between the grizzly, the sun bear and the otter, Zephyr was finding it impossible to resist this treatment. His foot paws were fed inside the legs until they were seated in the integrated shoes. His tail got pushed inside the tail sleeve located just under the back zipper.

The outfit was wrenched up. The grizzly let Zephyr go briefly only to begin shoving his arms into the sleeves. His arms got forced down the sleeves with his hand paws finding their way inside the mitts. The integrated mittens pressed his hand paws into useless fists, lined with a spongy rubber padding. The rubbery suit was quite thick and even bending his joints required quite an amount of effort.

Move some more tugging in pushing Zephyr was seated inside the bondage suit. With a zip and a click, the back opening was zipped up and padlocked shut. The padlock was threaded through some metal fittings at the rear neck area and through the zipper itself. He was locked inside. While this was going on the otter appeared with a scary item. It was a bondage helmet modelled on a canine's head, complete with a muzzle, ear compartments and multiple valves attached to the front. The otter folded the hood inside out. It revealed a bulb-shaped gag.

Zephyr tried to resist having the hood applied, but the grizzly had a plan. He savagely squeezed Zephyr's balls. It was enough for the coyote to open his mouth. As he yelped, his mouth was open wide enough to allow the otter to slide the hood's gag home. In a fluid movement, Zephyr's maw filled up with a rubber bulb. The otter threaded nostril plugs into his nose as he pulled the helmet tight. At least the at least he could breathe. The coyote's vision plunged into darkness as the helmet rolled over his head. The helmet zipped closed, securing it to his head.

A pair of snaps were popped open, and a rubbery flap was pulled back and snapped again to his forehead. He could now see again, but his muzzle was stuffed full. It was about to get even more stuffed judging from the hose the otter just attached to the front of this helmet. Using the small hand pump, the otter inflated his gag. The gag inflated pressed his tongue flat to the floor of his mouth, and it puffed out his cheeks somewhat. He continued pumping until the point of being slightly uncomfortable.

The pair of bears who were holding him during this procedure began to push and force him to walk forward. They exited the room and out and hall they found a bondage chair that was on wheels. The bears proceeded to strap Zephyr into the bondage chair. His legs were scrapped wide apart at his ankles, at his knees and his thighs. His arms got strapped to his sides, at his wrist and elbow. There was a strap bought across his midsection, and two straps went over his shoulders that connect to the central buckle that they buckled close.

One of the bears went behind the chair and began tightening the straps making sure that Zephyr couldn't even bend forward. The chair had a large hole at the base which allowed his tail to drop through. It was the only part of him unstrapped. His foot paws got placed on footrests, and he couldn't kick due to all the strapping. They began wheeling him down the corridors of the facility.

Zephyr was helpless as he got pushed into another examination room. This time the bears left the room, leaving him alone with the otter. The coyote was in no position to fight him, and it seems that there was no need to have the muscle about anymore. The otter ignored his angry eyes and began to take some items out of a glass door cabinet. They appeared to be bottles of medicine that the otter set about mixing on a workbench.

"Hello Zephyr, I've been instructed to give you the full incontinence therapy for this trip. The dose of horse laxative and a dash of liquid diuretic will do the trick. I'm not usually fond of using such drastic measures, but my instructions say you must be both wet and messy by the time you arrive at our destination. It's going to be quiet a punishing ride for you," said the otter.

Zephyr tried to twist in his bonds but found even a small movement impossible. He could only watch as the otter made up his concoction. Zephyr again began to comb his mind trying to think of who would order this treatment for him. He didn't remember pissing anyone off lately. What had he done wrong to get him wrapped up in a diaper, placed in bondage and force-fed a concoction designed to make him void both his bladder and bowels?

The otter had finished mixing the solution and poured it into an IV bag that had an open top. He approached Zephyr and plugged a transparent tube into one of the valves at the front of his helmet. Zephyr had no intention of drinking whatever got forced into his muzzle, but he doubted he had any choice in the matter. He was proven right as he watched the liquid slowly trip down before entering his gag. Zephyr resisted the impulse to swallow, but soon his muzzle was full, and he just had to. There wasn't too much of the stuff, thankfully. After Zephyr was forced to drink down the total amount, the otter removed the empty bag and tubing.

The otter moved behind Zephyr and began to wheel him out of the room. The trapped coyote was helpless, and he was going where the otter wanted him to go. He was wheeled down the corridor and into the garage area of the building. A generic white van was sitting there with its back doors wide open. He was wheeled off a concrete dock directly into the back of the vehicle. The otter began securing the bondage chair to the van's floor. First, applying the brakes and then fastening some transport straps to the base of the chair to stop it from moving or tipping over.

"I'm going to give you a bag of fluids before we set off," said the otter.

Zephyr screamed into his gang, but it only came out as a muffled sound hardly intimidating. It was then he noticed that hooked to the ceiling were several different bags they look like IV bags and contained clear fluids. The otter took a section of tubing and repeated the forced feeding process. The otter made sure that Zephyr was able to keep up with the liquid. The coyote was grateful to have the foul-tasting medicine washed out of his mouth with the refreshing water. He tried to put to the back of his mind that even his water was designed to make him humiliate himself and force him to use his diaper.

He must have drunk around a litre of water when it was all finished. Thankfully, the otter didn't reach for the next bag. Instead, he unhooked the tubing from his muzzle and walked to the back of the van shutting the doors. Now the only light was coming in from the frosted windows at the rear of the van. The driving cabin was walled off from the back compartment. The cargo compartment had white metal walls. Only the flooring of the van gave away its more sinister purpose. There were grooves in the floor for bondage chair wheels and folded straps with enough room for three more bound captives.

Zephyr could hear a sound coming from the front of the van. The driver's door had shut, and suddenly, the engine started. He could feel the weight of the vehicle shift as they began driving. It felt like they were going up a parking lot ramp, and the light through the back windows became brighter. Zephyr began to struggle. He rocked his body weight from side to side and front to back, but he was entirely fastened. He could only cause a slight amount of movement, a small rattle.

They drove for what felt like half an hour. From what Zephyr could tell they were driving through city streets. Judging by how often they were stopping and starting. After a sharp turn, the van tilted forward as it went down into a new garage. They were parking somewhere. The vehicle stopped for several minutes. Zephyr took stock of how his bladder and bowels felt. He didn't need to pee, and his abdomen felt fine. Hopefully, they would stay that way for some time. Not much later, the back doors opened.

It was the otter again. This time he had someone else with him. He was a red fox dressed in regular street clothes, a pair of black slacks and a long button-up T-shirt. His hands were cuffed behind his back, but he was otherwise unrestrained. The fox was made to step up into the rear of the van. The otter climbed up after him. The otter pressed the fox down to his knees. The fox looked a little scared, especially when he saw Zephyr.

"That's right Jamie, we put you in cuffs for now, but if you're a naughty boy you'll end up just like this coyote over here, so you better behave." said the otter.

The otter took a tube from a compartment and stuck it into a valve on one of the water-filled IV bags. At first, Zephyr thought it was for him but soon relaxed when the otter placed the end of the tube into the fox's mouth. Jamie seemed more compliant and didn't spit out the tube as he was made to drink a full bag of water. The fox swallowed down the fluid without drama. When the bag was empty, the otter withdrew the piping and put it away.

The otter moved to the back of the van shutting the door after he climbed out. The fox kept silent as the van began to move again. This time, its journey didn't take the slow route. In another twenty minutes or so, the van was driving along at a reasonably consistent pace. The fox who had been sitting there on his knees bent forward and spat out something from his mouth. Zephyr looked down, and he could see a key. The fox then turned around and laid down on the floor of the van and reached out for the key with his bound hand paws.

It looked like this fox, Jamie was attempting to escape. Zephyr kept quiet and tried not to get too excited. Just because Jamie had a key does it mean it was his key or even one that opened his set of handcuffs. After several minutes of struggle, Jamie finally got the key in a keyhole for his handcuffs. Zappa's eyes widened as he heard some clicks, and the first cuff slipped off Jamie's wrist. Now with a free hand, he quickly unlocked the second cuff completing his escape.

The fox got on his knees and came towards Zephyr and pulled his finger up to hush him. The van continued to drive along as Jamie started to undo Zephyr's straps. He was working on one at a time, and even after freeing his arms Zephyr couldn't be of much help. The integrated mittens of his rubber outfit prevented him from most of his dexterity. Zephyr couldn't help but feel excited that perhaps this was his chance to get out of the situation. They were captive in the van, but if they stopped again, they could bum rush the otter. He was only a slim creature, and with the both of them even in his bound state, they would stand a chance at overpowering him.

Soon the last of the straps of Zephyr's chair was undone. The fox turned his attention to the coyote's helmet. He unzipped the back of it and began pulling his head out of it, turning it inside out in the process. It was when he came to his muzzle, and it became apparent that the inflatable gag stuffing his mouth would be a problem. The fox reached his hand paw inside the now inside out helmet and fiddled around for a moment. There was a hiss as the air flowed out of the inflatable gag. With that, the helmet was removed from the coyote's maw.

The fox pulled in close. "Keep quiet for now," he whispered.

Zephyr wasn't one to argue, especially with someone that had just freed him. He awkwardly stood up. Only to come back down when the van shifted on the road. Jamie helped Zephyr up until he was stable on his legs. Zephyr could feel the fox reach out for the padlock on the back of his neck. He gave it a few tugs and then he thought to try his cuff key. That would have been too easy, and of course, the key didn't even fit into the keyhole.

"I can't get this off you without the key or at least some tools," said Jamie.

Zephyr was still too afraid to speak in case it let the otter upfront know that he was free. Zephyr just nodded to the fox as a reply. Zephyr turned his mind to what he would do when the van stopped again. Should he wait in front of the door and when it started to open leap out? His thoughts were interrupted when the van began to slow down until coming to a halt. Out of the helmet and with the engine off Zephyr could hear much more clearly.

He could hear the driver's side door open and then shut. Zephyr strained his ears, searching for the sounds of the otter as he walked away from the van. Before Zephyr could think of doing anything the fox had moved to the back doors. His heart skipped a beat as the fox opened one. He climbed out and looked around before turning back and frantically waving his arms to motion him to escape. Zephyr wasted no time moving to the rear doors of the van and climbing out. Once they're outside the fox gently closed the door, the van making sure not to make too much noise.

Zephyr spotted the otter out into the distance. He turned to his companion and pointed in the direction. Jamie wordlessly nodded. He took one of Zephyr's mitted paws and dragged him along. The pair moved across the road and into a small ditch on the shoulder of the road. With some slight squeaking from Zephyr, they got down low until only the very top of the van was visible. The minute they waited was one of the longest in Zephyr's life. He held his breath as he heard the otter climb in the front of the van and shut the door.

The van drove off. The pair waited there for an indeterminate amount of time. They waited until they couldn't hear the van anymore and then waited a few more minutes longer to be sure. Now that they were free, Zephyr could take stock of the situation. They appeared to be in the middle of nowhere, a lonely dusty country road. He was still very much trapped in this rubbery bondage gear, but at least he had an ally on his side with the fox. Jamie was the first to look up and check that the van was indeed gone.

"Thank fuck for that, I've got an urgent matter to attend to," said the fox.

Zephyr raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask Jamie to clarify, the fox had already dropped his pants. He was wearing an adult diaper too, just like the one he was wearing. It was dry, and the fox was slicing through to tapes with his claws. He wrenched the diaper away from his body and tossed it high in the air. It landed in the dust with a flop. He turned away from Zephyr, and it soon became apparent why.

A forceful jet of vulpine urine rained down to the ground. The fox let out of grown in relief, but it only caused Zephyr to shudder. With all the excitement Zephyr had been ignoring the growing pressure in his bladder. The fox's piss flowed into a puddle on the ground. No doubt Zephyr would be in a similar state soon. The horrible cocktail of drugs would force him to void himself sooner than later. It was a powerful stream of piss the fox must have been holding it for a while.

"That was close. If that took much longer, I would have been forced to use a diaper again," said Jamie.

"Can you try and get me out of this thing. They um, they..." started Zephyr.

"Diapered you under there," said Jamie.

"Not only that they pumped me full with a cocktail of drugs. They want to force me to use it," said Zephyr.

Jamie started to tug at the lock. He tried to slice through the rubber with his claws, but surprisingly whatever this stuff was it was so tough that he couldn't even scratch the surface. He fiddled with the lock that ran through metal eyelets and the zipper pull of the rubber bondage suit. It was quite robust no matter how much tugging or twisting the metal wouldn't even flex.

"I need some bolt cutters to get through the padlock," said Jamie.

They were words that Zephyr didn't want to hear. Where were they going to get bolt cutters? He wouldn't have that much time if he wanted to get out of his diaper without being forced to use it.

"We better get moving. I don't know if we should stay on the road. He might come back down it if he stops again and realises we're gone. You're not in a position to fight so we should try and raise the alarm," said Jamie.

"We should stay near the road but not on it. If we see a car coming, we have to make sure it's not the van. I think you should flag it down me in my current state they might not stop for me," said Zephyr.

"You're right, but if they call the cops, that's not exactly a bad thing. They could have something to get you out of your suit," said Jamie.

Zephyr nodded.

"What's your name by the way?" asked the fox.

"Zephyr," the coyote replied.

The pair set off travelling parallel to the road. Both the fox and coyote were shielded by the sparse trees in case the otter came back for them. Zephyr found his rubber outfit was exhausting to walk in, but he didn't complain. He was much more concerned about the growing pressure in his bladder. After some more walking, it was getting difficult to ignore the ever-increasing urge. The fox was shooting him worried looks every so often now.

There were no cars on the road, and they had not seen one since they started walking. Zephyr was beginning to think he was not going to avoid using his diaper at least wetting it. His bowels were fine for now, but he didn't want to stick around to find out what horse laxative would do to them. He was trying to keep up with the fox watching his swish his tail to and fro. He had to admit the fox was handsome. The thought that since he had torn off his diaper, he was going commando under his pants had crossed his mind.

Zephyr stopped for a moment and pressed on rubber mitts to his groin. His bladder had got worse, and it was affecting how fast he was going.

"If you have to pee I won't judge you I know you're locked in that thing," Jamie said.

Zephyr looked up at the fox he wanted to tell him that he was fine, but he knew that was a lie. He looked around, hoping to see a random tool shed or an object he could use to try and pry open the thick rubber suit.

"You will be able to travel much faster on an empty bladder rather than a full one," said the fox.

Zephyr turned his gaze away from Jamie. It was just too embarrassing. He was surprised when he felt Jaime's hand paws gently reach around his flanks and slowly turned him back to face him.

"Just how badly do you need to pee, describe it for me?" asked Jamie.

"The urge to pee comes in waves I have to press down to hold on each time they crest," answered Zephyr. The coyote could feel the heat rise to his face and meeting his needs to Jamie.

"It must be hard to ignore your toilet training," said Jamie.

"Yeah," Zephyr replied.

"I'll talk you through it," said Jamie

"What are you doing?" asked Zephyr.

"You're putting yourself through unnecessary suffering. Back at the facility when they noticed I was holding my pee, they would tease me until I wet myself. Some teasing from me can help you relax your bladder," said the fox.

Zephyr gulped.

"You poor coyote. I may have freed you from your captors, but I couldn't free you from the rubber suit," said Jamie.

Zephyr pressed one of his mittened paws to his crotch and attempted to squeeze.

"Come to think of it. It's very much like you're at the pool," said Jamie.

"How so?" asked Zephyr.

"Well, you're at the pool, dressed in a swimsuit. The swimsuit is very hard to take off, and you feel the urge to pee. You know it's a little naughty, but you consider weeing in the pool," teased Jamie.

"Stop it, you're going to make me wet myself," said Zephyr.

"That's the idea. You're a good toilet trained coyote who needs some encouragement. Well, you're still wearing that swimsuit, and your urge to pee has only gotten worse. It's too late to climb out of the pool. You would only piddle yourself in front of everyone," teased Jamie.

The fox began hissing as Zephyr crossed his legs, but the thick padding of the diaper spread his legs apart. Jamie continued to hiss, knowing that it was whittling down the coyote's resolve to remain dry. A sudden gasp coming from the coyote was enough of sign for Jamie to stop.

The fox's teasing had been enough. Zephyr had lost control of his bladder. Zephyr could feel the alien sensation of pee pooling around his crotch as let loose. He had to admit it felt good to let go of his bulging bladder. He looked up at Jamie and realised the fox was shooting him a friendly gaze. Jamie patted him on his rubber-coated shoulder as he continued to flood his diaper.

"Let's go, we'll get you out of this thing soon," said Jamie.