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Soooooo...this is a sequel to "Intro to Something More." I will try to write a little more tonight. The next chapter will probably have a little more naughtiness in it, although that's a secret. Hope you like it. If diapers and humiliation aren't your thing, you probably won't.

The hot steam from the shower was thick in the bathroom air, so much so that every surface had a small film of moisture on it already, but the huddled form in the shower showed no signs of caring.

"I'm sorry," he said for what he thought might be the hundredth time. Each time, he did not say this to anyone in particular. After all, he'd been the only one in the shower, and quite honestly, the only person in his apartment for the last 5 years.

Maxwell Fibbs. Hero. Lone Wolf. Bedwetter.

"What happened? Why did I not wake up before I wet the bed?" he said to the bathroom which could only echo the question back to him. Hearing the question repeated only reminded him further of his shame.

So he sat there even longer in silence, allowing the hot water to wash the smell of his own urine from his body.

"How long have I been in here?" he asked? (If the bathroom was capable of intelligent response, it would've told him that he'd been in this room for 3 hours and frankly it started to smell of wet dog). He hurried himself out of the water and immediately turned the faucet. For his haste, a wave of lightheadedness from the hot and heavy air of the bathroom assaulted him, causing him to stagger just for a moment. Unfortunately, that was just long enough.

"YIPE!" the canine cried, jerking the lever the rest of the way after realizing too late that he hadn't turned it off but merely left it on the coldest setting.

Shivering, he thought to lay back down in the pooled water of the large bathtub to warm back up, but a peculiar sensation in his midsection stopped him. Without warning, the 38 year old muscular canine began to pee into the bath.

"What!? No!!" he cried, pulling back the shower curtain and taking a step out to the toilet, all the while holding over his crotch in a futile attempt to stop what was already happening. As anyone would expect from a bathroom so filled with moisture, the film of water didn't allow for traction and he slipped the second he stepped onto the bare moist floor of the bathroom. Of course, he caught himself before smashing his head, but he was now peeing on the floor. His body would not respond to his command to move over to the toilet and instead slumped there in defeat, staring at the porcelain throne taunting him mere inches away.

It was over in a few more seconds, but the smell of his own urine marking him...it was horrifying. For dogs, there are two kinds of ways that marking is done. The first kind (that no civilized canine does anymore...except maybe on drunk nights with friends and out in the woods where it's okay) is for territory - you let every dog in that goddamn area know who you are and that you are kickass and ready for awesome dog stuff. The second kind...is the "I submit" kind - where you let every dog in the area know that you're a wuss that can't handle the intensity. On this occasion, it was the second kind.

He didn't know what to do. A grown dog like him couldn't just ignore not being able to control his bladder, but on the same token, how could he deal with something like this? The fact was, he couldn't.

Against all his mental conditioning as a police officer and man, he began to cry. And as he cried, he slowly curled up into a ball, bringing his knuckles to his jaw as he gnawed on them.

Maybe seconds, maybe minutes, maybe even hours later, there came a knock on the front door of the apartment.

It took a moment for the Doberman to realize. And several more to act. He moved himself to a standing position, not quite registering (probably for the better) that his thumb had moved into his muzzle.

What to do? He could not answer the door in his current state. Even species with terrible senses of smell would know what he smelled like. That's kind of the point of marking.

The knocking came again.

Groaning, Max hopped back in the shower and turned it on full blast. He didn't intend on washing himself, although that was a nice side effect. He just figured that if he ignored the noise, it would go away. And surely enough, through the high-pressure blast of the shower faucet, he could only hear the equal roar of the cascading water.

Max began to soap off. A great benefit of the loud shower was that while he was still asking himself difficult questions that made him feel weird and helpless, he could no longer hear them..

Despite the predicament. Despite how silly and embarrassed he felt. Despite logic. He knew (or at least his libido knew, since he'd been 'at attention' the entire time) that he enjoyed what had just happened. Being helpless felt nice for a change, even if he would never admit it, nor put himself willingly in that position.

When he finished with his shower, he threw one of his two towels from the rack onto the urine puddle that he was choosing to ignore and used the other to dry off his hair (but mainly to use as a shield to avoid the sight of the accident that he had no intention of dealing with in his present mindset).

Carefully this time, he stepped out from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel.

Something felt strange when he stepped out into the hallway. Not that the entire day so far hadn't been strange to the middle-aged canine. Still, he wanted to think everything was normal, so he put it aside. Until he dropped his towel in front of his dresser.

There was a giggle.

He froze. Slowly, he turned his head, and only his head. And for a split second he saw a familiar pair of blue ears hanging out from the side of the bed like a child hiding. "A-Anna!?" he asked in shock, covering himself with his towel once more. "Shit!" he thought in silence, "she probably saw the wet bed!"

"No. No. No one's here," she spoke in a cartoony voice, "keep dressing. Also turn around while you're doing it."

"A- B- Wha-" Max could only stutter and blush. He heard her throw her weight on top of the bed and immediately his heart sank.

"Come ooooonnnnn. I haven't seen you in 5 years and the first thing I do is clean up your wet bed. Now you won't even show me your fun bits? I've seen em like a bazillion times!"

"Um, um, haha, yeah," he stuttered. If he weren't wrapped in a towel, he was sure that both sets of cheeks would be showing red. "You, uh, er...cleaned..."

"Huh...how long were you in there, anyway? You've got some like...thin patches on your fur. You didn't catch mange did you?" she asked with a mock gasp at the end.

Max, in turn, panicked, surveying his body. As usual, he didn't understand these kinds of jokes right away. There weren't any thin spots...

Anna whistled. "Now that's more like it! Shake that cute but!"

"You- You- tricked me!" Max growled, hastily donning his boxers and tossing clothes about to get to a pair of sweatpants that he quickly placed on as well.

"Awwwww. Come on!" There was a pause as he could hear her re-position herself on the bed. "So what's up? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"I'm still..." he was still blushing, "dressing up!" He found a random shirt, but took his time putting it on to avoid looking with his beet-red face.

"Ohhhkay Maxxy," she giggled. "So what was the deal with your bed? Did you put the diaper on wrong or something? Your bed was soaked but that diaper was dry...well...it was relatively dry."

"No!" he said emphatically, trying to find a way to change the subject of conversation. It was hard. 'It' was also hard. He couldn't stop his face from burning.

"Poor Max. I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be this sensitive about your 'accident.'" she said with a snide giggle.

"I-It wasn't an accident!" he nearly yelled out.

"It wasn't?" she asked, playing along, "so you wet your diaper, and the bed, on purpose?"

"W-What!? I- No- ... I can control myself."

"So that's a yes?"

He could hear that inflection in her voice. She was toying with him. And he liked that too. He couldn't possibly respond without embarrassing himself.

"It's okay. I know you're a big strong chief of police dog."

His tail started to wag to the praise. She always knew exactly how to say it to not make him blush outright but still sound like a compliment.

"So yeah. This is really weird having this conversation to your back. Think you might turn around? Maybe even sit down with me or something?"

"Yeah. I can do that," he replied. In honesty, he couldn't remember what she looked like, and he didn't want to look shocked when he turned around. Women always get offended if you don't look the exact right amount of shocked when you see them, or so he'd been told.

And there she was. Lying on the bed with a very coy look on her face. Even after seeing her once more, he couldn't possibly guess what species she was, as her features were pronounced and yet generic at the same time. For instance, if you looked at her ears for too long, they almost seemed to change in shape as if she were intentionally playing a trick on everyone. One second, you'd swear she had vulpine features and the next, you'd notice that she's rather catlike. Even with pedigreed in question, she could've been a supermodel if not for her outrageous blue/green/pink long striped hair and 'unique' fashion style. At this point in time, she had on a denim skirt and a familiar band's shirt. Was that...his?

Max averted his gaze. "Uh, you look...Good." He did his best to muster up an honest smile.

"That's a better look for you," she said, resting her muzzle upon her arm, as if she were doting. "The smile, I mean. You don't do it often enough."

"Heh," the large canine smirked, "You're probably right."

There was a lot of awkward silence. "So thanks for -- you know?" Max said, shuffling his feet nervously.

"You're welcome, but next time, put the diaper on right, huh?"

"Next time? But I thought that-"

"Umm, did you see your bed? One of two things happened. Either you REALLY liked wearing those diapers and didn't take them off after you'd already 'used' them, or you had an accident."

"It wasn-"

"Aah aah aah! And before you go getting your 'big boy' feelings hurt, I'll just assume that you really liked them and that you're going to wear them again."

Max grumbled. He liked being bossed around like this, but he was honestly worried about that. He'd only had the accident because he was wearing a diaper, after all. He'd never wet the bed before. "I don't have anymore, anyway," he replied, trying to worm his way out of it.

She giggled and turned her head to the wall.

The large pup's heart nearly gave out. There was nearly a mountain of diapers in the corner of his room. There seemed to be more than one kind, and some of the packages looked far more embarrassing than others. "Wait, What- How? How'd you get all these in here? I even had the door locked!"

She smiled and laughed in that way that said she wasn't going to tell me. "You know me."

"Please tell me that no one saw this!" Max said, nearly ready to cry.

"Reeeeeelax. Most people don't care what kind of stuff you bring in to a house, and so what if they saw? Who's going to assume that they're for you? They look like baby diapers."

Max sputtered, blushing. "That's supposed to make me feel better!?"

"Well, they're already here. Might as well use em...You know, unless you want to take them out as they are now."

The thought of taking out a truckful of 'baby' diapers to the dumpsters in public was even worse than the thought of wearing them. "F-Fine!"

"Right now," she half-asked, half-dictated.

"But I just..."

She waltzed over to the corner of the room, "I guess I could always do it for you. There's a nice package of pink diapers-"

"No! I'll do it! Just- Why did you have to get pink ones too?"

"Oh, come on...You're not fooling anyone, sweety."

Max went as pink as the padding for a moment. "I'm going to get dressed...Do you mind, um...stepping out?"

"Pshhh," she said with a giggle, winking at Max before she left the room. "Just don't put it on wrong this time or I'll have to fix it for you."

The door shut behind her and Max breathed a sigh of relief. He started to look through the packages he had to choose from, but each one was more humiliating than the last. "Super absorbent. For adult bed-wetters. Wetness indicators. Fun cartoon designs." Finally, he decided to just open a package at random, not looking at it.

The fabric crinkled very loudly in his paws, and it felt a lot thicker than the last one he wore, but he already chose. Without much ceremony, he stripped off his sweatpants and boxers, placing the diaper underneath him.

This time, he made a conscious effort to put it on the right way. It felt strange, since the padding was a lot bulkier. It separated his legs a little more than what he was used to, but it wasn't uncomfortable by any means. Once he was satisfied that the diaper as in the right position, he pulled it up over his exposed and very intrigued nethers and taped it up.

"That was a good choice!" Anna called from the doorway, "You look so cute in those ones!"

He hadn't heard her open the door, but surely enough, it was wide open. Max pulled his shirt down over the front of the diaper, gritting his teeth.

"And it sure looked like you enjoyed it after all," she continued, winking once more.

"S-stop. I-" he started, but couldn't think of anything to protest with. His brain had shut down the aggression centers. He sighed and covered himself with the blankets. It was surprisingly comfy cuddled up like this. The sheets were still fairly warm from the dryer, it seemed. "What now?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, as if there were any question. "We're going to cuddle up like we used to for a movie and you'll be all cute and puppy-like for me."

Max burned brightly, hugging the sheets tighter to himself. "I don't know. Can I at least-"

Anna didn't wait for him to finish, pouncing into the bed and onto the would-be pup.

He yelped, hiding under the sheets and holding them tightly around himself. It took him a few moments to realize just how ridiculous he must look, but still, he resisted coming out.

A giggle could be heard, but Anna wasn't trying to remove the covers. There was a 'click' as the TV turned on.

"Is she trying to wait me out?" he thought, peeking out from the covers to see her sitting patiently next to him with her eyes glued to the screen. She wasn't even looking at him. The moment he saw the screen he was doomed. "Road Rovers!?" he asked, his tail causing a racket as it rustled his diapers. "I haven't seen that show in forever!"

Max had nearly completely forgotten that he was in diapers. So much so that when a pacifier found its way into his muzzle, he subconsciously started suckling without any provocation whatsoever.

Hours passed with the two watching the shows, Max on the edge of his seat nearly the entire time. The only thing that stopped his bouncing and crinkling was the inevitable call of sleep. The doberman thought he heard a lullaby as he lulled off with his head in Anna's lap, but it was just his imagination. Just like the otter plushie he thought he cuddled.

"Freeze! I've got you cornered!" Max yelled out as he chased a hooded fur into the alleyway. He had his weapon raised as he cautiously stepped into the familiar territory. There was a wall in the back of this street that would spell the end for the robber.

As he tiptoed his way into the alleyway, he heard laughing. Had the thief gone crazy? He was about to be caught. Then more laughs joined in. Max twisted about, keeping his composure. There were more people in the alley? And they were all laughing...at him?

He felt a warmth at his crotch. Looking down, he noticed his pants were completely soaked. When he looked back up, he saw them all, pointing and laughing - his coworkers, the robber, and even his family.

"No!" he cried out, hiding his crotch. The grown doberman whimpered, looking for the escape. The exit was blocked by the robber who he'd been chasing.

"Awww, does the poor wittle police dog need a diapy?" he laughed.

Max went to lash out, but his arms had no strength. The robber easily caught his swing and threw him down. The tough doberman began to bawl.

"Looks like someone needs a change." The robber held him down, stripping him of his uniform and binding him with his own handcuffs. Then he proceeded to put Max in a comically oversized diaper. To make matters worse, the alleyway had become much more populated. The grown canine was bawling his eyes out in a baby diaper and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Then the diaper got heavier, and he knew he'd just wet himself again.

"Unghhh" Max groaned, waking up from the dream with a strange sensation in his nethers. Instinctively, he rubbed his paws over his crotch, hardly registering that his diaper was actually soaked in reality and this wasn't still a dream. It didn't take much. Within seconds, the doberman blew his load in his soaked diapers, panting heavily into his pacifier.

His mouth hung open as he came to the realization of what he'd done. The pacifier fell out and he nearly threw his plushie across the room. He didn't remember much from last night, but he felt like he knew. Had he really wet the bed again? So many thoughts came reeling through his mind, but his addled mind was having a hard time processing what to do. So he passed out and feel back into dreamland.

When he woke up again, Anna was there at the edge of the bed, waiting for him.

"Morning, sleepy head," she called.

Max yawned, subconsciously nuzzling his plushie once more before realizing what was happening. He immediately hid the plushie beneath the covers. "Anna! How long have you been watching me sleep!"

"Too long!" she whined. "You are a heavy sleeper for a cop. I changed your wet diaper and everything. Worth it, though. You looked adorable with your thumb in your mouth."

Max hid under the covers, blushing. All the while, he was verifying...he was, in fact dry. Had he actually been wet, or was she messing with him? "Wait," he thought, noticing the large printed "BABY" on the front of the diaper. The other diaper had no letters on it. That meant she was telling the truth!

"Also, it looked like you had 'fun' if you know what I mean," she giggled. "I knew you liked diapers."

The canine beneath the sheets could not say anything. She had him right where she wanted him. Granted, he liked that.

"Soooo, speaking of fun, we haven't done anythin g except baby you up. Do you wanna do something as a big doggy?"

Max's ears perked, but he kept his head buried, "like what?"

"Like going to a bar. Maybe dinner and a movie?"

The 'pup's' tail wagged, causing an abundance of crinkling.

"I'll take that as a yes. I know you'll be all shy and stuff until you get used to this, so I'll leave you alone for now. But just so you know, you'd better be happy to have such an awesome friend like me that likes how cute you get when you're this way!"

"S-sorry Anna," Max called from under the sheets. "I'll try..."

"Good boy!"

His tail wagged in response.

"Welp! I'm out of here. The bar is called the Lucky Jar. And since you have no computer here, I took the liberty of writing you some directions, pup. Come meet me at 5pm, alright?"

"Alright, Anna..." Max whispered, "and hey...um...thanks."

The door shut, but he knew that he could feel her smile through the door.