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This story was written for TigerJames as their Patreon commission for March 2019. It contains magically induced watersports, diaper play and solo masturbation involving a consenting adult male. :3

One Man's Curse... - Part Two

Falling to his knees before the bathroom mirror at last, simply unable to resist any longer as for the second time that night the fox experienced what for him was the intense thrill of true, helpless loss of bladder control, Charlie shuffled close enough to the interior of the bathroom door to lean against it. Condensation fogged up a portion of the full length mirror's surface as he leaned a cheek against it and panted heavily, watching the lust wracking the face of the now blurred, obscured mirror image of himself while somehow the diaper he was wearing continued to bear every drop, every spray of this long and productive bladder release without reaching its limit or letting so much as a single droplet escape through one of the leg-holes wrapped around his upper thighs. This time however, unlike the first barely a quarter of an hour ago, the pleasure which had driven the fox to the floor in this manner was born of so much more than just the kinky thrill of truly wetting himself. That was a part of it of course, but it would have been wholly false to claim that there wasn't also a huge role to play by the cock from which his piss was so liberally and continually spraying. His cock, which even now was as rock hard and sensitive as it had been when the second uncontrollable urge to urinate had consumed Charlie barely a minute ago.

"Please... p-please..."

The fox whined, not sure if he was begging himself, his bladder, the diaper itself or some other unknown, unseen force responsible for the joyous impossibility of what was happening to him. As he did so, his hips pumped and his hands, both hands, rubbed and squeezed at the rustling, crinkling front of his diaper. He could feel the wetness swelling its padded interior, feel that wetness pressing against and wrapping around his cock, his rock hard and straining cock as he stroked and rubbed it while it somehow continued to piss all the while. But not only was there no leakage from the diaper despite his unabashed manipulation which should have left its stretched and tented front producing puddles for the bathroom floor below, every stroke and squeeze of his erection sent fresh bursts of pleasure crashing through him. Every touch held him at the edge of orgasm where he had been when his second helpless bout of urination began, and unlike normal there seemed to be no delineation keeping bladder and balls and all the sensations both series of associated processes possessed from functioning in tandem. All except one obvious and noteable exception of course. He could rub and masturbate himself all he wanted to the very brink of orgasm, but while his cock was still pissing into the interior of his diaper, no matter how overwhelmingly and all-consumingly hot Charlie found it... he simply couldn't cum.

Well over a minute after he had begun to wet himself amidst the lustful throes of his masturbation though, the fox's unnaturally, impossibly refilled and uncontrollably desperate bladder finally found itself empty once more. And in that moment, as he felt the trickling flow of his urine trailing off within the diaper's stretched and soaked, heatedly swollen interior, Charlie almost stopped himself from rubbing his cock, hoping that he could somehow trick or tease his body into making him wait yet again. Hoping he could start pissing all over again just as suddenly and against all rational likelihood as before, to further pleasure and deny himself to yet greater heights of excitement. The key word there however was almost. All those thoughts ran through his mind, the idea of denying himself and making him wait even longer for release, but as he thought them his hands were still rubbing feverishly at the front of his diaper. They were still pleasuring his cock through the soaking wet interior, and thus without any further motion beyond that of his paws and the blissful twitching of his ears and the tip of his tail, still kneeling in a somewhat crumpled heap with his panting face still pressed up against the mirror's steamy surface, it took mere seconds before Charlie whined, felt his toes curl, and began to cum long and hard into his unabashedly favourite of all places to cum. The interior of a soaking wet diaper.

"Mnnhhh... h-hahhhh, oh god. Yes. Yes. Yessssss..."

The fox whined as he revelled in his release, every bit as intense and worthwhile as the amount of time he felt like he had been waiting for it to happen seemed to justify. He rubbed the diaper's still leakless exterior and squeezed the outline of his knotted cock through the material, but before long even that wasn't enough. He wanted to pump his shaft. To squeeze his knot without the restrictions of practically an inch of swollen, urine soaked padding to get in the way. Thus even as he continued to feel his cock twitch, his balls ache and his body to unload wave after wave of cum into the diaper's interior, his shaking hands moved to the adhesive straps of the diaper and with a pleasant, oh so familiar sound tore them loose.

The diaper fell open, its interior stained with a pale yellowish tint and obviously highly engorged by what it had absorbed, but still betraying no leakage as it fell to the ground while Charlie divided his attention between staring at both it and his cock. He grabbed his shaft with a yelp and began to rub himself harder, ever more urgently as he stared down at the stained, used diaper and the streaks of cum already coating the front of its padded crotch. He squeezed his knot, and tilted his cock down as another thick spurt of cum launched forth, aiming it back at the interior of the diaper even now that it was no longer affixed to him. It felt too good for Charlie to time exactly, but there was no doubt in the fox's mind that this was one of the longest and most intense orgasms of his entire life.

By the time that truly spectacular orgasm began to abate, his flow of cum finally easing off to a residual little trickle, Charlie was unsurprisingly spent. He was satisfied to the extreme. He was so out of his mind with the giddy glee of what had happened to him over the last half hour or so in fact that he could only just bring himself to take a brief shower and wash off the lingering urine and cum clinging to the fur around his crotch and thighs before abandoning the shower, stumbling back through to his bedroom as he dried himself off, and practically collapsing, towel still draped around himself and body still only vaguely towel-dried, onto his bed.

He left the diaper lying upon the bathroom floor, stained and used, and before he could think about cleaning up that or dealing with any of the other things he'd planned on doing after returning home from the party which had unexpectedly provided him with this overwhelming burst of particularly pleasant entertainment, the fox's face was lying open mouthed against his pillow, snoring softly.

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It was still daytime, the even brighter sunlight shining in through the bedroom drapes suggesting some time in proximity to the early afternoon, when Charlie awoke again. As he roused himself though it wasn't the sunlight that first drew the fox's attention. It wasn't the towel still draped over his shoulders where it had been as he'd tumbled belly-down onto the bed. It wasn't even the neatly folded, gold-tabbed diaper with symbols both alien and yet so familiar to the fox sitting on the pillow beside his head which truly made Charlie wake up and pay attention. Of course, it really should have been that third thing, and it would have been for sure, had Charlie awoken to any other sensation than that most perfect and humiliating of feelings... his bladder letting go once again.

"Ooh... oh god, w-what? N-nnhh... no, I'm... I'm not wearing a... ohhhhhhhh..."

Charlie tried to complain, tried to tell his body and mind alike why what he could feel so obviously happening simply couldn't have been. But, reality wasn't prepared to listen to his hypotheticals. Reality was too busy starting to stain his bedsheets and the fur of his belly with hot, fresh urine as it sprayed uncontrollably from where his somewhat belated morning wood was pinned to the comforter, at least until in his shock and without fully considering the consequences Charlie rolled over, and wailed in shock, embarrassment, and pure ecstasy as his pissing cock twitched in excitement as the fox stared in bleary-eyed, freshly awoken confusion down at it, and watched as the motion of his cock sent a rush of his hot piss spraying up and squarely into Charlie's face.

"I... nnh-nnhhaahhh, no... I can't. Can't be. I'm not wearing the... oohhgod, the diaper any more. Why am I still... why can't I stop... why c-can't I control it?"

Soaking his chest and belly as he spoke in breathless whimpers, Charlie struggled to peel the towel off his back and press it down between his legs. Of course the damage was already done, his sheets were soaked and while he thankfully kept a mattress protector on at all times to avoid any circumstance where he might have been tempted to piss himself one morning but unable to safely, relatively cleanly do so, that wasn't going to save him an unexpected couple of hours of laundry on his last day off before heading back to work tomorrow. The fox's mind reeled, and his cheeks burned crimson as all of a sudden he found himself imagining him sitting at work while suddenly the crotch of his slacks began to darken, and the drumming sound of urine hitting the office floor began to ring out as his piss trickled down the inside of his leg for all his co-workers to hear.

"Oh god..."

He gasped as he wrapped the towel around his still pissing cock, and felt it rapidly start to become heavy and soaking wet with the sheer volume of urine he was producing, more even than both his past two losses of bladder control, in fact perhaps as much as both combined.

"Oh god, why is this happening..."

He whimpered, not so much in sorrow or shame as in mindless, overwhelmed curiosity. Only then did something else click in his mind, and despite the fact he was still wetting himself Charlie let go of the towel and suddenly, abruptly rolled over onto his side again to stare at what his eyes had seen before almost anything else upon first waking. He yelped, and whined louder still as he stared at the object sitting on the pillow beside where his face had been resting. He sat bolt upright again a moment later, and stared around the room for signs of an intruder as sure enough one of those same diapers that he'd worn earlier rested upon his pillow, neatly folded, perfectly clean and dry.

It was around then that Charlie's flow began to trail off, and no sooner was he no longer pissing himself the fox dragged himself out of bed, tossed the wet towel back down onto his equally urine-soaked sheets, and rushed through to his bathroom. From within an echoing yelp rang out, and hurriedly the fox rushed back, running over to the bed and grabbing the diaper off the pillow.

"How..."

He gasped as he turned the diaper over in his hands, looking for any signs of use, any sign that it had been wrung out or somehow cleaned or... anything, really. There was none, of course, and the diaper looked wholly new and untouched by anyone's crotch, urine, or cum. But the fact remained that the diaper he had left in the bathroom was gone, and now there was seemingly an identical, perfectly clean and unused version just begging to be slipped on and worn right here, right now.

"This isn't possible. This can't be happening. No matter how hot it would be if it was..."

Charlie shook his head, whimpering and holding the diaper in one hand while the other found itself upon his cock, still rock hard and now dribbling pre-cum rather than the lingering droplets of his urine.

"But..."

He whispered again, breathless, toes curling down against the bedroom carpet as he rubbed his cock faster within his grip, and fondled, squeezed the dry, crisp diaper at the same time.

"But, if... if it was real. If I... if I had a diaper that never got full... and even one that could clean itself... and if... if it made me lose control, s-so I'd never know when I was going to piss myself..."

His paw on his cock moved faster and faster as his mind started to construct what that fantasy would look like, only to realise it more or less resembled a fantasy he'd had a million times before, only now with a basis, however impossibly, more firmly set in some variation of reality.

"Then, I could wear it everywhere. Anywhere. A-all the time. I could be diapered, I could be out in public, a-and... and let go. With people all around me. Watching. Looking into my eyes. Seeing me sigh, and smile in relief, but not knowing. Never knowing. Oh god. Ohhhh f-fuck..."

Charlie stumbled in his rapidly building excitement, and moved to sit down on the edge of his urine-stained bedsheets. With one hand a blur upon his cock he unfolded and spread out the diaper upon the bedding before him, examining its flawless and spotlessly clean, dry, padded interior once again.

"I... I don't have to go out today. I can practice. See if... if it's right. If it's possible. I can wear it... wear you all day..."

He moaned as though addressing the diaper directly, caressing it tenderly, erotically as though he expected it to respond. It didn't, of course, but that didn't stop him from reacting just as excitedly.

"Please, don't be a dream..."

Charlie whined longingly as he felt the immediate pressure of his impending orgasm coursing through every cell of his body.

"Please, b-be real. Let this be real. All of it. E-everything. Oh. Ohh god, I... I'm..."

The fox grunted, crying out louder and more unabashedly with every caress of the diaper against his trembling fingers, and every squeeze of his cock within his other paw. His eyes bulged. He let loose a strangled, ear-splitting yelp, and as he dragged the diaper up and away from the bedding, pressing it to and wrapping it hurriedly, shamelessly around the tip of his cock, Charlie began to streak and stain the crisp, clean interior of the diaper with ribbons of hot cum. Cum which he hoped, longed and prayed was going to be just the first eruption of liquids to flood the interior of that diaper today, if it was as resilient and supernatural in nature as it seemed.

Just the first, of hopefully many, many more.

By Jeeves

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