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Tulip Gardens Tales

By Zrathie

Peter gulped as he looked at the brown-furred otter sitting across from him. The otter had introduced himself as Dilan. Peter was nervous because he had just filled out a form detailing his secret kinks and hidden fantasies. What would Dilan make of his desires? Would he judge him? Peter bit his lower lip as he tried to read the neutral expression on the otter's muzzle. The otter flicked to the last page before returning the papers to the tabletop.

"Forced diaper use for wetting but not messing, restraints and sexual contact approved. I don't see any issues here," said Dilan.

Peter could feel his cheeks warm up as Dilan summarised his responses. The otter didn't sound disgusted but instead interested.

"Peter, do you know what we do here?" asked Dilan.

"You're a BDSM dungeon," answered Peter, looking downwards.

"Yes, that's right. At least our wing of Turp Gardens is reserved for that. Your fee helps fund the legitimate mental health programs in the rest of our facility." said the otter.

Dilan looked down at the paperwork and then back up at Peter.

"You said here that you have tried diaper play at home but couldn't use them for anything other than masturbation," said Dilan.

"Yes," Peter squeaked.

"You have come to the right place. We are almost exclusively a medical fetish dungeon. I already have a nurse in mind to take care of you for the weekend. With your fee and permission forms sorted, my final question is, how would you like to begin your scene? We can pick you up from your home, or you can return here on Friday morning," asked Dilan.

Peter thought about it for a moment, and the idea of being whisked away had more appeal in the end.

"I'd like to be taken away," said the wolf.

A few days later, Peter was waiting at his door. He was so excited he got up early. He was told he would be provided with clothes, and he only needed to wear a set of street clothes and his usual going out items, like his house keys and wallet. There was a knock at his front door. He opened it immediately.

Standing on his porch were two creatures wearing nurse's scrubs. They were a red and tan coyote and caramel and white coloured fox. Behind them, parked out the front of his home, was a large vehicle the size of a mini-bus. It looked like an ambulance but didn't have the lightbar or siren. It had blacked-out windows on the back and side. On the side of the vehicle was written "Tulip Gardens Patient Transport."

Hello, I'm Ted, and this is Toby," said the fox as he gestured to the coyote. "We're here to transport you to Tulip Gardens." The fox continued.

Peter went outside and locked his door behind him. He walked with the two nurses to the vehicle. Ted opened the transport's sliding side door, and Toby walked around to the driver's side door. Inside, the van was arranged like an ambulance with a gurney already fitted with restraints. There was a seat facing the vehicle's rear--some cabinets throughout with various supplies stored within. Peter climbed in the side door, followed by Ted. Ted slid the door closed after he climbed in.

"We need to prepare you for transport, Peter. Could you please undress," said the fox.

Peter obeyed and began stripping out of his clothing. Ted reached out for his shirt and placed it in a pink garbage bag that had been labelled with Peter's full name and date of birth. Ted continued to undress, passing his belongings to the fox. He hesitated at his underwear.

"Those as well," said Ted with a disarming grin.

Peter took off his underwear, leaving him nude. The fox tied up the bag and placed it behind his seat. The fox motioned him to lay down on the gurney and began to grab some items from a cabinet above him. There was a thick adult diaper, a gown and a small box of juice. The fox brought over the diaper and opened it. Peter scooched up, so the fox slid the now open diaper under him.

"This is our Maxi-Protec IV adult diaper. It's the standard diaper we use at Tulip Gardens. Judging by how you are cooperating so far, wearing a diaper isn't a punishment like it is for some of our guests," said Ted.

Peter nodded as the fox began to do up the tapes. The sung padding was super soft, hugging his sheath tightly. Ted was wearing a super wide grin as he did up the tabs of Peter's diaper. The fox motioned for the wolf to roll on his side, and this allowed the fox to face the last strip of tape that held a strap of fabric over the base of Peter's bushy tail. With that, the wolf was fully diapered.

"Sit up for a bit, and I'll get your gown on," said the fox.

Peter sat up and dressed in the gown. It was a plain white cotton number. Ted helped him do up the ties and gently moved him down so that he was lying flat on his back on the gurney. The fox then began strapping him in. Ted started strapping up Peter's upper arms, then his wrists. He went down to his thighs and then ankles. Ted wrapped the final strap around Peter's middle. Next, he got a white blanket and covered Peter with it. The wolf was glad to be covered over. Being in a diaper again had made him fully aroused. It was embarrassing to be sporting a boner with someone he had just met.

Ted slowly raised the head of the gurney upwards until Peter was sitting up in his bounds. He retrieved the final item, the box of apple juice, took off the folding straw, and stabbed it into the drink corner. He offered Peter the drink by bringing the straw to his lips. The wolf took a few sips emptying half of the small juice box in one go.

"Since you're a good wolf, you get to have a treat," said Ted.

Peter down the rest of the drink and Ted placed the empty box into a plastic bag hanging from a hook. He told Toby they were ready to go, and the coyote started the engine. They slowly drove out of Peter's neighbourhood.

Peter gulped. He was feeling a need to pee. It was a smallish urge but surprising. He had used the toilet just before he left, and all that he had drunk so far today was that tiny box of juice. They must have been over halfway there by now. He was sure he could hold out until he got to a more secluded area. He didn't want to walk in the front door in a soggy diaper.

There wasn't much to distract Peter from the growing urge to pee. As the van drove down the highway, the wolf couldn't see much besides the traffic sound barriers and the occasional other car driving past them. His need had grown from about a three out of ten to five out of ten. He hoped they would hurry.

Peter's bladder need had grown to eight out of ten by the time they took the exit off the highway. He could feel his foot paws were starting to bead with sweat as he fought to stay dry. Peter reasoned that he would hold it until he was inside his private room; he didn't want to flood himself where everyone could see him. The urges came in waves, and at the peak of each wave, he had to bear down on his bladder muscles to avoid having an accident.

As the transport turned into the driveway to Tulip Gardens, Peter was close to breaking point. His paws were dripping with sweat, and he was very twitchy in his bonds. His breath came out in gulping pants. Most of all, his urethra burned under the strain of keeping him dry. The last thing he expected was to break his self-control. Ted leaned in closely. His hot vulpine breath blew across his ear.

"Pississississ", Ted hissed softly right into his ear.

The next hiss came from Peter's padded crotch. He let go all at once. He felt the massive surge of urine shoot from his sheath, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. First, the piss pooled around his balls, but soon the soft padding began to soak it up. His diaper padding expanded as it soaked up his urine. Ted sat back in his seat; his lips smacked loudly as he licked his chops. He had a massive grin on his muzzle.

The van pulled up to the separate entrance to the "kinky wing" of Tulip Gardens. Peter was helpless as Ted began to remove the restraints. The wolf looked down at the damage. The crotch of his diaper was discoloured yellow, and the crisp blue wetness indicator lines had gone blurry. There was no way to hide the fact he had wet himself. What was worse was the fact he had an erection. Ted shot the wolf a wink as he undid the last of the strapping.

"I'll check you in and get you changed. You almost made it dry, but I've earned a reputation that I must uphold. You were going to be a wet wolfie one way or the other," said Ted.

The fox's coyote coworker opened the back door, and Ted offered his hand paw to Peter. The wolf gulped as he took the fox's outstretched paw, and the wolf was helped up. The pair stepped out into a driveway with a set of double doors at the building entrance. Toby had the bag of Peter's belongings, and Ted had a grip on Peter's hand paw. The wolf thought all eyes were on him as he walked inside. There was a reception desk, and Ted was waved through a magnetically locked door into a more secure part of the facility.

Toby went through another door, leaving Peter alone with Ted. There was a room labelled reception change room, and Ted led Peter inside. Ted saw an adult-sized changing table and hopped onto it without even needing to be asked. Ted quickly removed the used diaper, disposing of it in a bin next to the table.

The fox went over to a cabinet and took a thick Maxi Protect IV adult diaper and a large lotion bottle. He added the items to the table at the foot of the wolf's changing table.

Ted added a good coating of lotion to his gloved hand paws and began to work the lotion around his patient's groin. Ted had done this many times as a nurse here. He worked the lotion around Peter's tail hole, under his balls and around his sheath. Ted had done a thorough job, but sadly his charge had resisted his paws so far. Ted began humming to himself as he applied a second coating of lotion to his gloved hand paws. This time he was determined to get his charge embarrassingly hard. It was soon working. He smiled as he saw the spade-shaped tip of the wolf's penis emerge from its sheath.

He pretended not to notice as he slowly rubbed and probed with his fingers. The wolf was struggling to get his arousal under control. His lipstick would glide back into his sheath only to reemerge with more of it coming free. Ted gently squeezed his patient's balls and rubbed them together. His patient's erection struggled to return to the wolf's plump sheath, but this time a good portion of the pinkish-red organ refused to retreat. Under Ted's expert handling, the wolf's full lupine erection and knot were free despite his vulpine paws not touching the sensitive organ directly.

"It's okay. You're not the first to get a bit over-excited. I can stop for a minute before I diaper you," said Ted.

The wolf looked away from Ted but nodded his agreement.

Ted took off the lubed up gloves and threw them into a trash bin. He put on new gloves and took out another item from the cupboard. It was a condom. He held it up between two of his paws.

"If you want some release Peter, I can put this condom on you," said Ted.

They both knew what Ted meant by release, but despite the wolf's throbbing cock out in the open air, the fox didn't want to scare the wolf by being too direct.

Peter nodded his consent, still shy about being in his position around another man. Ted removed the condom from its pack and slipped the rubber over the wolf's twitching cock. Once the wolf's tool was wrapped, Ted took a small tube of KY Jelly from his pocket and squeezed out a sizable dollop into one of his gloved paws.

"That's much better. This is a method I use on my excitable patients," he said.

The fox put away the lubricant tube back in his pocket and began massaging the KY Jelly into his gloved hand paws. He made a show of the process, stroking a pair of fingers just like the throbbing wolf cock he was about to play with. The lude wet sound of his lubed up gloves filled the room.

Ted clasped his hand, paw over the wolf's throbbing cock and began to stroke. The fox's practised hand paw worked the canine's length in firm strokes over a few minutes. Before he changed his technique to forming a ring with his thumb and forefinger and stroking up and down Peter's penis. The wolf's breath was coming out in short pants betraying how worked up he was. Ted felt Peter's lupine cock shudder and jump in his paw. He let go and watched as the lupine shot a load of spunk into the condom.

The fox removed the spent condom and chucked it into the bin after peeling it off. He let his wolf's knot return to its sheath before diapering his charge with a thick Maxi-Portec IV adult diaper. The orgasm must have calmed the canine because he didn't put up any fuss at being returned to diapers.

In another part of Tulip Gardens, another patient was wide awake. The coyote looked around the room. His padded cell had white rubber padding on the walls and floor. The padding was cool to the touch and felt luxurious under his foot paws. He walked around the room and intentionally butted against the walls with his straitjacketed body. He looked up and saw that the ceiling was painted green and a fire sprinkler and a single light fixture was above him. He huffed in the scent. The room reeked of rubber and disinfectant.

Koda walked in a circle. The sensation of the glossy latex sliding over his exposed paw pads was surprisingly comforting. The smell was strange, but something about it made his thoughts turn to sex. He started to grow aroused. The spaded tip of his penis came out into the damp padding. He had been forced to wet himself after waking up with a full bladder and nowhere else to go.

There is no doubt that Koda was getting excited. His morning wood had returned; he was decidedly horny. The coyote did another lap of the room, slowly stretching his legs stroking his paw pads across the sleek latex padded floor. He savoured the feel of the rubber material as it glided across his paw pads. The sinful coyote was only getting more and more aroused as the minutes passed. His tapered canine penis pressed into the fabric of his damp diaper. The swollen padding grasped his erection confined inside.

Koda stopped to tap at the wall again with his straitjacketed torso. He gave the wall padding a few knocks adding a few introductory grinds thrusting his hips into the creamlike latex. The stimulation was muted, but it was there. The feeling softened under the two layers of padding from both the wall and his diaper. The coyote would have to work harder if he wanted an orgasm. Koda began humping the wall until he found the middle of one of the many convex-shaped cushions lining the wall. He rolled his hips into the wall several times, suddenly stopping at an image in his mind of being caught like this, rutting the wall like it was a body pillow.

Koda's sudden modesty was slowly broken down as he remembered that this wasn't the first time he had masturbated into a diaper. He had to try it on the first night here. Then he had rutted into the floor of his cell, finding a comfortable plump ridge to hump into. He had done so at night when there was a low chance of being interrupted. Now he was running the risk of being caught. Koda couldn't help himself from giving the soft padded wall a few humps as he thought it over. In the end, that's what changed his mind about stopping.

The small room filled with the soft squeaks as the diaper's plastic backing rubbed across the sleek latex covering the walls. Slowly Koda increased his pace as his sensitive coyote cock was stimulated by the thick swollen padding pressing against it. He turned his head to a side and pushed his face into the cool latex as he began panting. He was less self-conscious because he figured there was leaving him alone for a while: that and his laser-like focus on his own pleasure.

Koda closed his eyes and began to fantasise. In his mind's eye, the coyote was diapered and locked inside a dance hall. It was an ample space with a mirrored wall along one side of the room and windows lining the opposite wall. As he tried the main door, his bowels gurgled. He needed to get to a toilet or risk going in his diaper. He turned his head and saw a door marked as the restroom at the far end of the dance hall. He began to walk towards the door after finding the main exit locked. He was halfway across the dance floor when he heard a noise.

It sounded like a pair of shoes walking across the polished wooden floor. As Koda took a step, his raised foot paw was grabbed by something. He stopped and looked down just in time to see a pink pointe ballerina shoe had slipped itself onto his left foot paw. The silky ribbons wrapped around his ankle like snakes until the shoe had done itself up. It was secured around his foot. He looked down to see there was the right shoe on the floor, seemingly waiting for him to offer his right foot paw to it. A rumble from his upset guts reminded Koda he didn't have time to play with apparently sentient shoes.

It didn't take long for the coyote's fantasy to get him more excited. The fact that Koda was genuinely wearing an adult diaper was really pushing his buttons. He loved the texture of the straitjacket, making him hold himself tightly. It was inescapable. He began to huff and puff. It was taking more effort than usual to get off. Even if his mind was in the right place. It was the physical sensations that were throwing him off and making him hold back. He needed more force encompassing his cock.

Back in Koda's fantasy, the coyote was dragging his barefoot paw across the smooth dance floor. He was wary of letting the other shoe on his foot paw. He had a gut instinct that it wouldn't end well for him if he gave over his body to both ballet shoes. The shoe was following him, dancing over the floor as if it was worn by an actual dancer. He got a bit too complacent that the enchanted pointe shoe was only going to trail behind him when it struck.

A pair of ribbons found the inside of his knees and began to tickle him. The precise targeting of the straps of the shoe made him stumble and double over. He began to giggle and squirm, reaching down to brush away the straps. The straps evaded his attempts to grab or at least block them. Koda's mistake was to try to run the last few metres to the restroom door. As soon as he raised the nude foot paw into the air, the shoe pounced onto his foot paw. Koda closed the distance until his fingertips brushed over the brass door handle of the toilet door. Then his body was wrenched away. His legs were no longer under his control.

With the ballet fantasy playing out in his mind, Koda was soon getting really into it, bucking his hips into the wall like a rutting animal. He quickened his pace, beginning to pant more loudly from the exertion of having to use his whole body in the act of self-stimulation. The small room was filled with the sounds of creaking and squeaking rubber.

Back in the dance hall, Koda was moved towards a wooden bar installed across a mirrored wall. The shoes controlled his legs, making his right leg stretch out and rest on the bar. Koda took this opportunity to try to unstrap the ballet shoe. His hand paws were unfamiliar with how the ribbons worked, so he could only loosen them before the shoes made him swap to the left leg. Koda farted loudly as his legs changed position. He clamped down on his tail hole as all this forced movement made his throbbing, gurgling abdomen all the more inflamed.

Koda's fingers frantically loosened the straps of the left pointe ballet shoe. He got the ribbons undone just in time before his legs swapped yet again. He saw that the straps on the right shoe were not how he had left them but done up. He looked down at his left leg past the bulk of his diaper, only to see the enchanted shoe redoing itself up. He was trapped!

The shoes had finished his stretching and pulled out onto the dance floor. His body was under almost total control now. He could only clench his rear end and his teeth. He would have been amazed by his dancing skills if only he wasn't desperately trying to keep his diaper clean. He watched his desperate looking reflection dancing in the mirror until the constant movement and stretches made Koda mess himself.

Back in the padded cell, Koda creamed his diaper in time with his imaginary self's loss of bowel control. Koda pressed his crotch into the welcoming wall padding and felt his first rope of coyote cum spurge out into the padding. He trembled as more of his release coating the inside of his diaper. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the dripping condensation on the rubber padding that had been near his mouth. Koda walked to the centre of his cell and caught his breath.

It was a few minutes later when the door to his chamber opened. A fox Koda recognised appeared in the doorway to his padded cell. It was one of the nurses, Ted. The fox stood there with a cheeky grin, his bushy tail swinging behind him.

The fox led the coyote down a few hallways until they arrived at a changing room. Inside the space had a changing table with supplies, and off in the corner was a space-age looking toilet. Koda had been in this room before, so he knew what was going on. Ted undid the two bottom straps of the coyote's straitjacket.

Ted quickly removed the coyote's wet diaper, balled it up, and threw it in the trash. Before he began cleaning the coyote, he made an excuse and stepped out. Ted briskly walked to one of the surveillance rooms and turned on the change room's hidden camera. Ted had watched Koda's wall rutting session from here and wanted to see what the coyote would do when he thought he was alone. He didn't have to wait for long.

Back in the room, Koda looked over at the toilet. It was a weird design. It had two half hemispheres that looked like they would close and form a dome over the toilet seat. There were rubber gaskets for a creature's thighs, tail and waist. It was currently in an open position with the toilet seat exposed and ready for Koda to sit down.

Now was his chance to empty his bowel before he ended up living out his sexual fantasy. The coyote was still in a straitjacket, but his underside was bare. He could move his bowels now that he wasn't diapered. He walked over and sat down. A mechanical noise sounded, and two rounded halves closed around his hips and crotch. Next, a pumping noise sounded as the rubber gaskets inflated. First around his thighs, then around his tail and the last, largest one around his waist. Once they were tight but not uncomfortable, he was locking onto the toilet seat. It was then he noticed a small screen located on one of the spherical halves closed around him. The screen displayed the text: "Welcome, Koda."

Koda didn't let the advanced toilet stop him from taking a dump. That was until. He felt a pre-lubed nozzle glide into his taint. It popped inside, the slender shape quickly making its way past his ring of muscles and inside him. A hiss of air sounded as whatever had violated him began to inflate inside his rear end. It took a few moments before it stopped. Koda looked down at the screen for answers.

"Default option: Medicated enema selected. Please press cancel to cancel the procedure," displayed on the screen.

Koda could see the shiny red cancel button, but with his arms wrapped in his jacket, he had no way to press it. He watched in horror as a countdown from fifteen seconds began after a few moments of inaction. Koda tried to stand, forgetting the plug up his arse, but the coyote didn't even make it far enough to tug on the enema balloon. His hips were grasped by the toilet, and he couldn't even lift his butt from the throne.

In the surveillance room, Ted was watching his charge squirm. He had already set up the program the advanced toilet would use on Koda. Sure the coyote had in his notes that he didn't want to use his diapers for messing, but that didn't mean Ted wasn't going to make it that easy on him.

Koda watched the timer counted down as his foot paws scratched across the tiles, helplessly unable to shift his position. The machine whirred to life at the end of the countdown. Warm water began flowing into Koda's helpless rear. Koda had never received an enema before, so the filling sensation took him by surprise. The first minute was comfortable, but after that, Koda was feeling bloated.

Thankfully the machine stopped. Koda was left to squirm as he adjusted to the amount of fluid inside his gut. The coyote thought there was no point in holding it and tried to shit. The inflatable plug kept his mess firmly inside his rear. He could feel the laxatives and stool softeners begin to work, and he tried again. His abdomen gurgled loudly as he began to cramp.

For the first time of his stay, he genuinely began to fight his restraints. The powerful medications made him cramp up something awful, but the plug wouldn't let him void. Within agonising minutes, Koda was getting desperate. He hoped that Ted would come back soon. Suddenly he felt the inflated plug begin to deflate until it was removed from his rear.

Koda didn't waste any time and began to expel his enema. It mainly was water at first until he felt the slurry of excrement flow from his behind into the toilet. Koda moaned with relief as he freed himself from the painful cramps. It took a minute or so for the automated toilet to act again.

A jet of warm water began to blast his rear end, and soon, it was joined with a water jet spraying his sheath and balls. Just as Koda was getting used to the cleaning, a slimy probe slid inside his sheath. It began washing the inside of his sheath, the sensitive area between his cock and its protective scabbard. The sheath probe slipped out, and the water flow stopped before air blasted his wet fur and began to dry his nether regions off.

After about a minute or two, the machine beeped and opened up. First, the gaskets deflated, and then the toilet opened up again. Koda stood up and moved away towards the other side of the room. Koda was beginning to feel that not picking the diaper soiling option was coming back to bite him.