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Despite the late hour, a king cheetah was still up. His eyes burned, yet he continued to stare at his computer screen, his fingers occasionally brushing along his keyboard as he looked at the blurry words coming across the chat windows he had up.

Sigma groaned to himself as he fumbled with the keyboard, typing, erasing, and typing again as he tried to put something up that made sense. "I'm getting...so sick...of this...in...somnia," he muttered as he typed in the same sentence. It was a mark of how tired the feline was that he had to go back and re-type something every two words. He needed sleep, but his mind just wouldn't let him drift off. He couldn't just stay in bed, so he had gone to the computer, hoping to find something that would help him get sleepy enough to actually finally go back to bed.

So far, he hadn't been able to find anything even remotely helpful. The few links that he'd chased along that might have helped him in some way were less than useful, and the only thing that was making him any sleepier was the dullness of a friend. Something that would have been helpful in other times, but was only annoying him now.

The feline was on the verge of getting off of his computer when another friend signed in. Sigma blinked at the display name, a little bit surprised that this friend was on as late as he was. Before he could actually click on it, his friend started a chat for him.

[Kaz] Hey, Sigma, been a while.

[Sigma] No kidding. How've you been, stinky?

[Kaz] ...You can't be a little more original than that?

He chuckled. It was a little bit silly, but hey, Kaz was a skunk. It was almost to be expected.

[Sigma] Sorry man. Really tired right now, and not really at the top of my game.

[Kaz] *nods* I was wondering if you were having trouble. This is really late for you.

[Sigma] Yeah. I was trying to sleep. Not happening. Any suggestions?

[Kaz] Well, that depends.

[Sigma] On?

[Kaz] Do you like to listen to stuff as you go to bed?

The cheetah blinked at that, re-reading that question just in case he hadn't understood it quite right. But there it was. "Do I like to listen to stuff as I go to bed...what?" Sigma shook his head, fingers returning to the keyboard.

[Sigma] Why would that matter?

[Kaz] Because I picked up this MP3 file a little while back. Couple friends tried it, said that it worked wonders for them. Maybe it might help you?

MP3 file...well, Sigma had heard of weirder things. Of course, most of those were pretty much just white noise, and the last thing that he needed was something else to distract him.

Then again, Kaz was pretty good at finding different stuff. Never hurt to ask.

[Sigma] What kind of MP3?

[Kaz] Some sort of hypnosis file, I think. I think Garret used it, and now he never has insomnia. You remember him?

[Sigma] That raccoon with the bags under his eyes, always tired, coffee nut just to stay awake?

[Kaz] *nods* Yeah, that's the guy.

[Sigma] This is what he used? He barely looks like that guy anymore.

[Kaz] See why I suggested it?

[Sigma] *nods eagerly* Yeah. Gimme gimme!

[Kaz] Sure. Hey, I gotta get to bed, so I'll log out after you get the file. Tell me how it works tomorrow, okay?

[Sigma] No problem. ^_^

The little file sending icon popped up on the screen, and Sigma's shaky hands missed it the first few times as he dragged the mouse over the icon, past it, around it, before finally clicking on it. The file was a little bigger than he thought it was, he thought when he looked at the actual file size. 50 MB? Just how long was this thing supposed to be? He couldn't ask Kaz, considering he already showed as away, and the skunk probably needed his sleep.

Shaking his head, Sigma leaned forward on his elbow, watching the little progress bar creep further and further along. "This better work..." he muttered under his breath.

Looking over at the side of the room, he caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was hung low and had a mirrored back, so he could get a good look at himself as well. And from what he could see, he was a mess.

His eyes were haggard, and his spotted fur was fluffed and messy. The pajamas he wore clung to his body, a bit through wrinkled wear as he kept tossing and turning in bed, and a bit through sweating through them. He was slumped over in the chair, and looked about a decade older than his actual 20 years of age.

A little chuckle slipped from his lips as he looked at himself. "Sleep...I'll look much better...after a good night of sleep," Sigma muttered.

The 'ping' of the file going through caught his attention, and he turned back to his computer, opening up the audio files. Now that it was transferred, he could see that it was a looping file, about 40 minutes long. "I guess that's not too bad," he said, reaching down for his MP3 player. A quick connection and few clicks of the mouse, and his new hypnosis file was sent off to a more portable player.

Of course, now he'd need to see if it worked. Grunting as he pulled himself out of his chair, the king cheetah walked over towards his bed. His feet dragged on the carpet, his toes catching on some of the different pieces of clothing spread through the room, and almost tripping him. Almost, as he was able to dance around a bit and keep his balance, but it was still a close thing. He grumbled, muttering promises to himself to pick up the room tomorrow, knowing that he'd just forget to do it again.

He more fell onto his bed than crawled into it, barely bothering to pull one of the blankets over his legs and stomach before he let himself close his eyes. The effort of putting the headphones into his ears was almost more than he could bother with, but, if Kaz said it would help...

The file started playing as soon as he pressed the button, a soothing, androgynous voice whispering words at the edge of hearing in his ears. Normally, his curiosity would have prompted him to listen closer, but as he was so tired already, he just let it play, let it whisper him off to sleep.

It was surprisingly easy to just listen to the words coming through the headphones, and as he relaxed more and more, the words started to come through clearer and clearer.

Yes, it's much easier to sleep...you want to sleep...it's a good thing to sleep...and I can help you find the trick for it.

He smiled a bit to himself, a little part of his mind eagerly listening to the voice, while the rest relaxed more and more. The tones of the voice were soft, the sound barely there. Not enough to wake him, just enough to help lull him, to relax him.

Just listen to my voice, and relax. Relax, and sleep. Sleep, and relax. You know it's not that hard...it's a natural process...a natural thing to sleep...to sleep and relax...All I'm doing is helping you sleep...all I'm doing is helping you relax...All you have to do is listen...

Relax...

And sleep...

He wasn't sure how the voice was doing it, but it was working. He really was slowly getting more and more relaxed the more that it talked. The voice drew him in, but not in the way that someone talking to him for real might. It was just a soothing, easy sound...so easy to listen to...so easy...so easy to obey...

Sigma's eyes relaxed as his brain went blank. His mouth went slack, and he sighed deeply as he finally slipped off to sleep, the sound of the voice still playing in his ears.

#

The MP3 player's battery had died somewhere during the night, leaving the recording half finished. However, it had been enough to put the feline to sleep, so he had never noticed the difference.

But it had been enough.

Sigma groaned as he woke up, shaking his head. "Wow...that stuff really works. I can't believe I slept all the way through the night," the cheetah muttered under his breath.

He honestly felt completely refreshed, completely rested. Even on the days when he did fall asleep on time, when he did go to sleep before 11 PM, he still felt tired in the morning. Today, though, he felt like he had gotten the best night of sleep in his life. Maybe the best night of sleep that anyone had ever gotten.

He hadn't even woken up in the middle of the night like he usually did. Now that was a major change, and one that he would like to see happen again.

The only weird thing was that he felt...cold. Almost like some wind or ice had gotten in under the blankets. It wasn't all over, either, which was weird to him; if there had been wind getting in under the blankets, wouldn't he have been cold all over, instead of just...around his...

Sigma whipped the blanket off of the bed, looking down with eyes bugged out, wide. Just as he feared, his bed was soaked, a giant wet spot that centered right at his groin. The blankets themselves as well as his pajamas were completely drenched with piss, and though it was older, he could still catch the faint smell of it.

His face bright red, he leaped out of bed, stripping out of his wet clothes and yanking the blankets off of the bed. "That...that didn't just happen," Sigma said, shaking his head as he gathered the wet blankets and sheets together. They were even cold in his arms, which made him stick his tongue out in distaste. "This seriously, SERIOUSLY can't have just happened."

This had never happened to him before, even as a kitten. He wasn't the kind of person that wet their bed. Never had been, and he'd seriously doubted that he ever would have been that sort. Of course, usually he got up in the middle of the night, needing to go to the bathroom, but that didn't mean that he would have just pissed the bed without some reason.

And it was not because he liked it. That was one reason he refused to accept, even as his mind offered the idea that he subconsciously did. There were no signs of that in his life so far; nothing in the porn that he looked at, nothing in the movies he liked, nothing at all that suggested he would be a fan of watersports. The idea of it was utterly ridiculous, no matter how much his cock throbbed beneath the blankets as he carried them off. Part of his mind tried to point to that as evidence, but he dismissed it. Morning wood, that was all. Morning wood.

So what was wrong with him?

"Just slept too deep," Sigma said. "Yeah, that's it. Slept too deep." After all, most of the time he had to get up in the middle of the night because his bladder woke him up. This time, probably because the audio file helped him relax, he wasn't able to wake up and deal with it properly. Hell, that was probably why the puddle was as cold as it was; he had pissed himself at night when he hadn't woken up, and then hadn't gotten up because of it...because of the recording making him so relaxed?

Oh there were so many holes in this argument, but it was the best one he had.

Tossing his clothes and his blankets into the laundry room, the naked feline walked back to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet, and forced himself to get rid of anything else that his bladder had held back during the night. The last thing he needed was to feel as though he was helpless to it.

There was a surprising amount of urine that needed to come out this time, more than usual. He felt his cock get oddly hard while he was doing it, and he had to force it under the toilet seat so that it didn't pop up and start spraying around the room. "Since when do you get hard while you're going?" Sigma muttered at his cock, glaring at it as though it was conspiring against him in some way.

It didn't answer, of course, but it was still annoying to see it throbbing, trying to lift up and point upwards while he was trying to pee.

Eventually it ended, though he was amazed at the sheer amount that had come out of his bladder, particularly after...yeah, he wasn't going to think about the bed. Not now. That was a single isolated incident, and it wasn't going to be repeated.

Flushing the toilet, he hurried into the shower. The hot water started immediately, and Sigma sighed as the water started to wash sweat and the remnants of wet stuff out of his fur. He took the showerhead off of the wall, and started to wash himself closer, more effectively. The feeling of the warm water going through his fur, getting all the way down to the skin beneath was amazingly soothing, and the feline sighed happily, closing his eyes to enjoy it more fully.

He directed the water over his body slowly, taking his time to make sure that everything got fully washed, working from his head down. He felt the water puddle around his feet, the dirt and sweat and everything else that was messy gathering there before the natural current of the shower water dragged it down the drain.

"Ooooh, it feels so good to be clean," he moaned under his breath as the water blasted over his face, his chest, his stomach. Oh sure, it meant that he'd have to brush all of it just to make sure that there were no tangles, but there was just something so good about the hot water. The way it flowed over him, the way that it cleaned him, the way that it felt so...so...

"The hell?" He looked down, seeing that his cock was coming right back up again. Or, maybe, staying up. He was never sure if it had gone back down.

But as it was, it was sticking up proudly, throbbing hard. He couldn't help staring at it as it almost seemed to look back at him. Not only hadn't he gotten down to washing it off yet, but he hadn't even been thinking of naughty thoughts. No reason for it to be up. He didn't like hot showers that much, at least he didn't think so.

Trying to ignore the feeling of arousal from his throbbing cock, Sigma went back to washing himself off. However, he was careful to leave his cock alone, just washing around it to get the remnants of his pee off of it. He didn't want his fur to get all dry and crackly because he forgot to wash that off.

And he desperately tried to think un-sexy thoughts as he washed the area clean, feeling oddly uncomfortable about the way that his cock was still so hard. It just wasn't natural.

#

The shower ended eventually, and to the feline's vast relief, his cock had gone back to being soft. Not fully soft, annoyingly enough, but soft enough that he could ignore it easily. He toweled himself dry, and then walked back down the hallway to his room. Much as he didn't want to revisit the 'incident' he needed to make sure that his bed was made, and that there was no damage to the mattress after his...accident. Just the word made him gag a bit, and he shook his head, putting it out of his mind for the moment.

Getting some blankets out of the closet near his room, he made sure that they were clean, then shook them out. A few little bits of wood shavings came off of them, but that was just from the shelf above. It was always dropping that stuff, and it wasn't like it was coated in dust or something.

Now came the more embarrassing part.

He carried the blankets into the bedroom, setting them down by the mattress before sitting down on his bed again. Leaning forward, Sigma dragged his hand along the center part of the bed, feeling for any moisture, dampness, any sign that he had actually pissed hard enough to hit the mattress itself.

Thankfully there was nothing there, at least that he could feel; he hadn't managed to damage the mattress with any liquid. Fighting his revulsion, Sigma leaned forward, pressing his nose against the mattress. He sniffed several times, ready to pull his head back if there was any scent of his own...fluids. Just the thought of shoving his face there had him gagging a little bit, but he knew it was the only way to be sure.

Here, he was not so lucky. There was just the slightest hint of pee scent, and he leaped off of the bed, shaking his head. "No way that I can put the blankets on yet," he said. It would just get the scent spread out, and the last thing he needed was for his bedroom to smell like a bathroom. That was just...wrong.

And he'd just used up the last of his odor remover yesterday, after he'd done his spring cleaning. Curtains and furniture took a lot of that stuff to get rid of all those set-in smells, and the entire bottle had been used up faster than he had expected.

"Well, I was going to pick up the new Monster Hunter game today anyway," he muttered under his breath. "Might as well make it a combo trip."

The thought of the game was enough to bring his spirits back up a little bit, and Sigma chuckled to himself as he got his clothes on. He already imagined the new monsters for this game, and how he could beat them. It was almost enough to make him forget about the morning, and more than enough to actually cheer him up.

As soon as he got his shoes and socks on, and was sure that the smell of his 'accident' had been washed away, he hurried down to his car. It just took a second to get it running, and he drove out of the garage as fast as he could, barely stopping to watch the garage door shut before he continued towards the game shop. The faster he could get his house and the 'accident' out of his mind, the better, he thought.

#

The feline sighed to himself as he reached the plaza where his favorite game store was located. It didn't take long to find a parking spot, but it was annoying to find one that was actually big enough to fit his car. Most of the best ones were taken up with different cars, usually big trucks or expensive smaller ones, that were parked right on the line between the spaces. Sigma could understand the desire to protect a car, to keep it from being dinged up, but that was just rude when all the space was taken up like that.

Particularly when the space was taken up by a little pink car that didn't have any reason to take that much space. Sigma deliberately stopped a little behind one of those smaller cars, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he saw a prissy looking poodle walk out of one of the shops. She walked right over to the car, glaring at him as he waited. The look on her face was completely arrogant, as if she couldn't believe he would actually wait for her to move.

He just waited, not saying anything, not honking. More because he didn't want to make a scene, but also because he knew it wouldn't do any good. Eventually she stopped glaring at him and got into her car, pulling out fast enough and loud enough to make her tires screech along the parking lot. To his amazement, she left tire marks along the ground for nearly twenty feet before they faded.

"Geez, what's her problem?" Sigma muttered under his breath, turning into one of the parking spaces that she'd been occupying. At least he had enough decency to only take one parking spot at a time, even if they were smaller than they should be. The feline shook his head a few times as he stepped out, locking his door behind him and making his way to the game store.

It had been in business for a while. Some time ago, it had sold tabletop materials rather than video games, but as consoles and computers had made a raging rush to prominence, they had shifted over. At least, that was what the owners told him; he really didn't know the truth about things, only what they told him.

As it was, though, they had some of the best selections of games in the city, and only the gamers that knew to come down here, to the little corner at the edge of this plaza, knew to look at Gene's Games for the newest, best games. Hell, they were even at a discount price, with even the newest ones never costing more than $30. Impossible, most people thought, and there had been a time or two that Sigma wondered if Gene got the stuff in illegal ways. However, there was never any proof of that, so he just kept coming back. There was no reason to stop coming here when the prices were that good, after all.

Stepping into the shop and hearing the familiar little jingle of the door bell, Sigma walked over to the counter on the far side of the one room shop. The owner was Gene, a red-furred wolf. His glasses gleamed as he looked up from some of the books that he kept by the register, and the old fur grinned as he walked over. "Hey, Sigma. I bet you're here for the new Monster Hunter, right?"

"You know it, Gene," the king cheetah said with a chuckle. "I hope you still have some copies left; I don't want to go home disappointed."

"You reserved a copy, Sigma. Of course I got something." Gene nodded his head towards the boxes at the far end of the store, still behind the counter but just in reach. "Go on back there. There should be one or three left. Pick one up when you're ready to check out," the wolf said before going back to his books.

He nodded. That was the way that things worked down here; the wolf kept the new games out where people could get them out of the box, and trusted customers to keep themselves honest. It was a weird system, and one that he knew most game stores would never do with all of their new games. But out here, with fewer customers, Gus tended to keep the honor system alive. And it seemed to work for him. Hell, it definitely made the store more comfortable for Sigma, and the rest of the customers he knew about.

The counter itself was a fascinating journey as he made his way towards the back. Gene had collected all sorts of things during his time as owner of the store, and he kept the prizes of his collection on display for people to see. From the oldest consoles, to the Power Glove, to the various different controllers of every console EVER, and the rarest games, everything was on display. Under them were various books, most faded into near-unreadability, but there were still some things that were clear enough. Some of them were old game manuals, when they were still longer than the basic one page controller descriptions, and still had a theme and interesting instructions to them, but most of them were the old tabletop gaming books. Sigma had never really looked at them, but they had some interesting cover art, he thought.

Turning his head away from them as he reached the back end of the store, the feline reached down into the boxes that Gene had pointed out. They were mostly empty, as he had thought, but there were still a few game boxes left at the bottom of the box. Wrapping his fingers around one of them, Sigma pulled it out into the light.

"Hmmm, that's...wrong." He shook his head, putting the copy of Leisure Suit Larry back into the box with a blush on his face. He fumbled around again, finding another box, and pulling it out.

"Bioshock Infinite...still not right, but tempting." Shaking his head, he turned towards the front of the store. "Gene, you sure this is the right box?"

"Yeah, it is; just keep feeling around in there," the wolf called back.

"Yeah, keep feeling around..." He shook his head with a chuckle, unable to help himself with the bit of innuendo that carried with it. Fumbling around past some of the other game boxes - and keeping in mind which ones he'd already pulled up - Sigma eventually found one that was a bit of a different size than the others. A smile crossed his lips, and he pulled the box out.

There it was. Monster Hunter, the newest version. "Yes, THERE you are," he muttered to himself. His tail twitched behind him and his ears perked up as he looked over the box art. So many different creatures, so much better looking than the last game in the series. Hell, everything looked better on the box, from the monsters to the environment to the characters that he'd get to play as. Oh, and the weapons on this thing...yeeeeeeeeeeees. He almost drooled at the sight of the different gameplay images on the back.

"You found it then, Sigma?"

He almost jumped out of his skin as Gene shocked him out of his thoughts, juggling the box as it jumped out of his hands. Hand to hand it bounced, then over his head. Only a quick double step backwards kept it from falling to the floor, and he actually stepped on his tail in the process, yowling loudly.

Gene looked up at that, and Sigma could tell that the wolf was stifling a smile even as he hurried over. "You okay there?" he asked once his laughter had been put aside.

Gingerly stepping off of his tail, Sigma nodded his head, his teeth gritted together. He'd be fine...just stung like hell at the moment. "Can...I...pay please?" he asked through gritted teeth, reaching down with his free hand to rub his tail lightly.

Oooooh that smarted, he thought to himself as he stroked his fingers along the part he'd stepped on. He could feel where the smooth had been stomped down, and he swore he could make out the imprint of his shoe on his skin. He'd need something for that later, he was sure.

"Yeah, sure...tell you what, take $5 off of that just because of how that went," Gene said. The wolf held out his hand. "$25 and its yours."

"Deal," Sigma muttered, shaking his head to try and push the stinging pulsing out of mind. It didn't work, but it was all he could think to do as he pulled out the twenty and the five and put it in the wolf's hand. As Gene pocketed it, Sigma turned to the door -

CRASH!

The sound of one car hitting another echoed through the store, and Sigma almost leaped out of his fur again. Worse than that, however, was how he felt something suddenly warming up the front of his pants.

"Oh no no no," he muttered, holding the game in front of his crotch as he felt a new load of wet warmth spreading all over his front. There was no way that he could let the wolf see him like this. He took off like a shot, running past the older male before Gene could turn to look at him again.

"I gotta go, Gene, see you!" he shouted, running out the door as it just kept flowing. His face was burning red as his pants filled up with piss, his underwear unable to hold it back as it filled up further and further, his jeans darkening and clinging to his front. It was so hot, and it felt like there was just so much of it...

But despite the embarrassment, despite all of the urine flowing free...he was hard.

His cock was hard...while he was pissing...and it was not going down no matter how unappealing this was! Sigma didn't understand how any part of this could be considered sexy by his body, no matter how good it felt when his cock rubbed against the wet underwear...how it felt to be cradled by the soaking pants...and the slight -

NO! He shook his head rapidly as he almost started thinking that it was good. It wasn't. It would never be good, and he couldn't let himself think about that.

He finally reached his car, and found out just what it was that had made that sound. A massive dent had broken one of his tail lights, and a good bit of his trunk was bashed in. Someone had come around the bend and slammed right into him...and judging by the pink paint scrapes that were left on his trunk, he had a pretty good idea of who it was. The feline cursed under his breath, but didn't stop running.

At least he had stopped wetting himself, but his jeans were still soaking wet...wet enough to show the bulge that he was still inexplicably packing. He shook his head, trying to ignore the way that his cock ground against the front of his wet underwear, rubbing against it, surrounded by the slick, clinging cloth...

A moan slipped from his lips before he could stop it, but he ignored it as he ran into a nearby store in the plaza. It was a multi-purpose one, one that sold clothes and food and many other things. It was kind of like a Fred Meyer, except that it wasn't a chain.

Sigma didn't really care about that now, as he ran through the 'push' doors as fast as he could, startling a few people that were heading out and almost knocking down one of the other customers that were just entering the store. Several people shouted at him to slow down, but he didn't listen. He was too embarrassed, and worried that someone would see just how much he had wet himself to slow down.

Running past the electronics and pharmacy, Sigma reached the clothing section. He barely paid any attention to what he was grabbing, only bothering to make sure that he would be able fit into them before he ran off into the fitting rooms.

Whether it was luck or fate, there was nobody else in the dressing rooms by the time that the feline reached them. He ducked into one of the changing chambers, locking the door behind him before finally slowing down. Dropping his new clothes on the floor, he sat down on the slight bench built into the wall. He pulled his feet up off of the floor, sitting in a fetal position, taking a few deep breaths, one after the other.

With each breath he took, Sigma slowly pulled himself from his near panicked state back to something that was a little more normal. His heart felt like it was slowly getting back to a regular pace and pulse, too, which helped him breathe regularly too. He set the Monster Hunter box down beside him, wincing a little bit at the slight wet spot on the front of the plastic cover, but ignoring it for the moment.

Instead, he looked down at his bulge in his jeans. He was utterly soaked with his own urine, and no matter how he tried to convince himself that it was just some freak accident, he knew that it wasn't. Nothing, nothing had surprised him enough to make him completely empty his bladder like that. Not the scariest movie, not the crack of a policeman's gun during a police chase he'd seen once, not even being chased by bullies when he was little. Sure, maybe there had been a little squirt once or twice, but that had been just a little squirt, quickly clamped off, not his whole bladder.

Not to mention that he was still hard as hell, his cock throbbing inside of his piss soaked underwear. Even looking at himself made his heart race again, and not from fear, or from embarrassment, but from the feeling of having his cock surrounded by his wet clothes. A part of him tried to rationalize it, tried to say that it was just the tightness of his clothes now that was turning him on, not the fact that they were covered in piss...

But that wasn't true.

He hated to admit it, didn't want to admit it at all, but there was too much evidence. As soon as he had started peeing back at Gene's store, he'd started getting hard, and had finished getting an erection in record time. It just didn't make sense that he would get hard from something that repulsed him, but the evidence was too substantial to ignore. Not enough to say that it was piss for sure...but too much to ignore.

And it wasn't just this. There was the way that he had been completely hard back at the apartment after he had woken up, when he'd realized what he'd done. Even in the shower, he realized, when he was spraying himself down with warm water...was that...had he been imagining it was pee going over him, squirting over his legs and his belly? Was that why the shower had turned him on so much?

It couldn't be...could it?

There really only seemed to be one way to test that, one way to find out. He hated the thought, hated that he might have to wet himself willingly, but if he had to figure it out, better to do it now instead of later.

Sigma squeezed down on his bladder, bracing himself for the feeling of more piss filling his underwear and jeans...

And felt nothing.

Blinking, he pushed down again, trying to push out some more liquid into his pants. There had to be a little urine left; admittedly, he had let a lot out a minute ago, but there had to be a little left in his bladder. Some little bit left that would have come out for him to test.

But apparently not. Sigma blushed even worse than he had earlier. Not only had he actually pissed himself in public, but he had let out everything that was in his bladder. Every drop had slid out into his pants, with not the least bit left behind. He could not believe the humiliation...nor could he believe how hard his cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of having done this.

He looked down at his cock, almost sure that he could see it bouncing in his jeans, pulsing with aroused need. It wouldn't...wouldn't do to go outside, into the store again while he was this hard, would it? And not to mention, he would need to walk out in his new clothes, and have them scan his new clothes for the price, and if they saw how hard he was in them...well, he wasn't sure if his face could survive any hotter blushes than it was dealing with now.

He'd...he'd just have to take care of it. And it would be better to do it with his underwear and pants still on.

Sigma blinked at the thought, wondering where it came from. He didn't want to touch the urine soaked pants, or his underwear, more than he absolutely had to...but then again, wouldn't it be better to cum in things that were already wet and messy than it would be to cum on his hand, or in his new clothes? Carrying all wet clothes while wearing dry clothes would be easier to explain than having the new clothes be wet too...and it would keep him from having to smell his cum in his new clothes too.

Shaking his head, hardly believing that he was going along with the idea - even if it was his own - Sigma slowly reached down to the front of his jeans, gingerly rubbing his hand against his bulge, squeezing and stroking it lightly, experimentally.

The feeling of the wet cloth pressed tighter to his cock sent shocks of pleasure through him, and Sigma sat up straight on the bench, his eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling. What...what was that? What happened just then? Why had that felt so good?

Almost against his will, his fingers tightened around his wet bulge, and he moaned against his fist as he almost jammed his hand into his mouth to keep quiet. He whimpered, bucking his hips forward against the wet cloth, the smell of his piss actually turning him on...how, he didn't know, but it was getting him hornier, his hips bucking on their own against the cooling wet underwear he wore. Each grind and bump made him leak pre, adding to the wetness, tightness, and slickness inside of his clothes.

Panting, moaning, he was forced to lean back a bit against the wall just to keep from sliding - or humping - his way off of the bench. His hips had a mind of their own, ramming his cock forward against his cupped hand, keeping the wet pants and underwear pressed firmly against his cock and balls, grinding them both against it, soaking his hand and them with the scent of his piss. He shuddered; it was so nasty, so wrong...but it felt so good...he wanted it...needed it so badly that he couldn't stop.

There was a slight wet sound as he ground against his hand, panting, shuddering, the sound of the urine soaking out of the pants and rubbing into his fur. He barely minded it, only faintly registered it, and kept humping his hand, grinding against it. He could feel his cock throbbing through his clothes, could feel that it was on the verge of orgasm. An orgasm that he desperately needed, wanted, craved...one he had to-

"Sir? Sir!"

The feminine voice shocked him out of his self-pleasure, though not enough to stop grinding against his hand, only barely enough to get him to stop moaning out loud. Biting his lip to keep from whimpering, Sigma managed to ask in a shaky voice, "Y-yes? What is it?" He only barely managed to keep the breathy pleasure out of his voice, his hips bucking hard, no matter how much he told them to stop. His cock throbbed under his fingers, pulsing. So close, so very close...couldn't stop...

Even as he rammed his groin against his hand, he could hear the employee on the other side talking. She was being nice enough to keep her voice quiet so that it didn't go out of the dressing room, but he didn't really care at this point. "Sir, you were seen running in here with clothes. I was told to come in here and make sure that you weren't hiding something, or trying to steal something." She paused. "And to check to make sure you were okay."

"I'm...fine." He knew it came out as a grunt, as a desperate sound, but despite all of his best efforts to sound normal, Sigma couldn't keep his excitement out of his voice. He heard the approaching footsteps falter, and he grunted, trying to clear his voice, and desperately hoping that his panting just sounded like a guy that was winded from running so hard. "I'm...I'm really...really fine," he said, still panting as he ground himself again and again against his hand, his cock right on the verge of cumming. "Just...tired...had to hurry...here...to get..."

"Well, sir, I'll be waiting outside. If the clothes fit, just bring them to me, and we'll get you checked out and paid for, okay?"

"Yeah...yeah sure," Sigma managed to gasp out. His body was quivering, shaking, and he was right on the edge...but he couldn't...couldn't cum...not while the employee was still there.

The sound of her retreating footsteps were faint, but he focused on them like they were the most important thing in the world. They slowly got quieter, quieter, as he bit his lips to keep his panting from his grinding as quiet as he could. Slick underwear clung to his cock as it throbbed, pushing against his hand...so close...

The door to the dressing room closed, and with that, he lost it. Throwing his head back hard enough that he almost bounced it off of the back of the dressing room, he came in his pants. The hot seed splattered against the soaked and chilled front of his underwear, warming it up again slightly as he filled it up. Little strings of it clung to his shaft, something he could feel all too keenly, and made him moan and whimper at the sensation as it was rubbed in. His hips continued to grind against his hand, even though they also started to slow, gradually getting back to normal, gradually going still again.

Sigma panted as he sat down on the little bench again, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he'd done that. Well, he could, but he couldn't. It was completely different from how he normally behaved, completely out of character for him to just want to satisfy himself like that when there was a stranger at the door, possibly listening and possibly knowing what he was doing.

What was happening to him?

He'd have to figure it out later. Right now, Sigma just wanted to get home. He quickly shucked off the dirty clothes he was wearing, and pushed them over to the side. Though his shirt was technically dry, he figured it would be better to just get a whole new outfit on, rather than keep his old shirt with his new pants. Besides, he thought, it made for a better tool to wipe off his groin and his cock than his soaking wet pants did.

Rubbing through the piss and cum soaked fur around his groin and thighs, Sigma started to feel himself calming down. His blush, already fairly hot, surged up into flame. "That couldn't have been me," he muttered to himself. "It just couldn't. I'm a good cat. I'm a good cat. Not some sort of...deviant pervert like that."

The old wet clothes lay in a pile, and he did his best to ignore them while he got dressed in his new clothes. The fact that they weren't wet was a major step up in comparison to the ones that he left on the floor, but they were also more comfortable. A good style and good material, he thought, almost purring at the way that they felt against his fur. "I'll have to make sure I remember this kind of clothes," Sigma muttered to himself as he adjusted the shirt around his shoulders, and buttoned the new jeans on tightly.

Now came the part that would be a little more distasteful. Shaking his head, Sigma gritted his teeth and reached down for the clothes that he'd changed out of. Since he'd used his shirt for a rag, it was nearly as wet as his pants and underwear were, and that was saying something. Still, there were some dry spots on both his jeans and his shirt, so he was able to fold it up into a makeshift ball, and then put it under his arms. His jaws clenched as he felt some little bits of wetness anyway, but he forced himself to endure it.

At least his cock was finally soft again. He did NOT need that to be showing itself off as he made his way to the counter.

As he passed a trash can on his way out of the dressing room, he was tempted to throw his old clothes away. However, it would be a little hard to explain if they saw that on video or something later, and Sigma had had enough stress for the day without adding more of it to his plate. So, instead, he still had them under his arms as he stepped out -

• and almost ran into the employee that had been talking with him earlier. He only just managed to avoid it with a quick backstep, shaking his head as the tabby cat looked at him. "There you are. I was starting to wonder if you'd be in there forever," she said jokingly.

"Yeah, heh, sorry about that," Sigma said, his face still red enough to be seen through his cheek fur. "I really had to hurry in there. There was an...emergency, and I needed to get new clothes quickly."

"Then what was all that noise in there?" she asked. "I mean, I thought it sounded like - "

"Oh, uh, that?" Sigma shook his head. "It was nothing, nothing. I just get a little emotional when, uh, when my clothes get, erm, ruined and I need to be somewhere soon. Kind of broke down a bit, you know?"

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and for a few seconds, he wondered if she was going to push the issue. He knew that he would have; that excuse was about the most pitiful one that he could think of, and even now, he was wincing a bit at having given such a pathetic one.

But she just shrugged. "I guess I can understand that. We all break down in different ways." She nodded towards the front desk. "The cashiers can help you check out when you're ready. Can I help you find anything else, or were you just wanting the new clothes?"

He started to shake his head, then stopped himself. "Well..."

"Yes?"

"Do you think..." Good heavens he didn't want to ask something like this. It was something that only parents or old people should ask, not people like him. But if this wasn't something natural...if this wasn't something that he could control, he needed some sort of countermeasure before he blew his entire bank account on emergency clothing. "Do you think you could...show me where the diapers are?"

"Oh, you have a kid?"

"Uh..." Sigma rubbed the back of his head, looking down.

Her eyes widened a bit as she nodded. "Oh...oh I see." She patted his arm gently, and gave him a little tug. "Follow me. I'll help you find something that'll work."

"...Thank you."

#

It didn't take long for the tabby cat - who he learned was named Janice - to help him find the stuff he was looking for. The diapers for adults were well organized, though he was a little surprised to see just how big and thick some of them got. He was starting to understand why a lot of people just wore diapers around the house and didn't wear pants over them; they were just too big to wear pants over, not without having a lot of extra room in the rear and the front and the waist.

They'd eventually settled on a middle line sort of diaper, thick enough to catch any amount of piss that he might leak, but something that he could still wear under his clothes. Unfortunately, Janice told him, it would still be somewhat obvious that he was wearing something more than underwear beneath his jeans or whatever other pants he wore, but it would be enough to keep him from needing to run through the store like a bat outta hell in order to keep from embarrassing himself.

She even rang him out herself, giving him a smile and a good luck wish before he walked out of the store. Hell, she even handed him the Monster Hunter game that he'd left behind in the changing room.

"I guess I'm not completely out of luck," Sigma said to himself as he walked out to his car. It was still dented from the crash earlier, but it didn't look so bad now.

Heh, nothing looks as bad when you're not in piss-soaked clothes, Sigma thought to himself.

He got in the car and pulled his seatbelt on, his old clothes in a bag on the passenger side floor, and the box of diapers that he'd bought on the passenger seat. A part of him thought that it would be a good idea to wear them home, but he wanted to wait for that. The last thing he wanted to do was change into them in public. No matter how understanding Janice had been, the last thing he wanted was for other people - like Gene, for example - to know that he was needing to wear diapers now. Out of fear more than any other reason, admittedly, but still, he didn't want them to know about it. It was too embarrassing.

Still, at least he would have them for later. Sigma already knew that he would need to use them tonight when he went to sleep, just in case he had another...incident...He really didn't want to have to change his sheets again, and he REALLY didn't want to have to wake up in a giant wet spot again.

Even...even if it did somehow make him harder and hornier than anything else did.

That was the part that drove him crazy the most. After all, it was one thing for his bladder control to fail. It was weird, but it wasn't the strangest thing, and could even be physically explained if he tried hard enough. Not something that he wanted to try and explain, not something that he wanted to accept, but the fact remained that he could do it.

Not so with the erection that came with it.

No matter how much he tried to explain it physically, the erection was the part that didn't make any sense. He shouldn't be able to get that hard while he was letting his bladder loose, shouldn't be able to squirt that hard while he was that rigid. It went against what the body was supposed to be able to do.

And he thought he would have known if he was at all attracted to piss play, or the feeling of his crotch wrapped up in soaked cloth. Sigma could still hardly believe he'd gotten himself off in the dressing room, and not by stroking himself, but by humping his soaked crotch against his hand. That was the act...well, that was the way that a cub might try and get his rocks off, by grinding and rubbing against anything around him. Why did that feel so much better, so much more tempting than just grabbing his cock and stroking it until he came?

Shaking his head and sighing, Sigma pulled out onto the road. At least on the drive home he would be able to think about other things; the diaper stuff could wait until later. He hoped.

#

"Why don't I learn?" the feline muttered as he pulled into the driveway for his house. The garage door creaked open, far slower than he would have liked, and he drove in as soon as it allowed him to. "Why don't I ever learn?"

The drive home hadn't gone as well as he would have liked. There had been several people on the road that were less than kind, as well as less than good at driving, and they'd tried to cut him off on the road on the way home. Most of them were very careless about it too, and had almost run right into him.

The close calls had set his nerves on end, more than usual, and the harsh surprise honking from some of the other drivers had only made it worse. The entire way home, he'd been all too conscious of his bladder, feeling it filling back up, dreading any surprise that might hit him the way that the car crash had. He had begged to be safe, to just be allowed the mercy to make it home before he lost it.

He'd almost made it, too.

The straw that broke the camel's back turned out to be very minor in comparison to all of the other problems. Then again, thats what straws were, weren't they?

It was summer, and the kids in some of the other houses in the neighborhood were playing around with water guns and, more importantly, water balloons. One of the latter had been thrown at his car from outside his field of vision, and had splattered over his windshield. The explosion of water was so unexpected, so shocking, that he just lost it.

Thankfully he was able to pull over and undo his pants before they were completely soaked, but part of his dashboard was hit with the stream before he'd been able to block it with one of the diapers. Even that hadn't managed to get everything caught, and some of it had dribbled down onto his seat. The damage to his seat probably wasn't that bad, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth that he'd had this much happen to him in one day. He'd not even waited for the kid's mother to get over to him to apologize - or more likely make the kid apologize for something he probably thought was really funny - and had just gone off to his garage.

As the garage door shut, Sigma stepped out of the car. He was pantsless now, and he carried the diaper he'd used to absorb the majority of the piss stream over to the garbage can. He tossed it in hard enough to dislodge some of the bigger bags of garbage already in there, and shut the lid hard enough to make the garage echo with the impact. His teeth gritted to the point of making his jaws hurt, he grabbed another diaper out of the box and put it on the driver's seat, letting it sit there to soak up the piss that was left behind, before grabbing the box and walking inside.

Throwing the Monster Hunter game onto the table beside the couch, the feline just flopped down on top of the couch. "What is happening to me?" he muttered under his breath, looking up at the ceiling. It just...it just didn't feel fair. Didn't feel fair at all, even if he was kind of enjoying the moments while he was soaking wet.

Almost, he wished that he could enjoy it all the time, rather than just when he was pissing himself, and when he was hard.

Then he dismissed that thought, grunting in disgust at himself for thinking something like that. "I am NOT a diaper wearing pervert," Sigma muttered to himself. "I. Am. Not."

Monster Hunter was quite a temptation to him, to just forget about this for a while. He wanted to just plug it in, sink himself into the world, and forget about his problems for a while. And for a second, he picked it up with just that intention in mind.

Then he put it back down, getting off of the couch and walking down towards the bedroom. Much as he wanted to just forget his problems, it wouldn't make his problems go away. No, he needed to handle them, needed to address them, and for that, he needed to get back in touch with Kaz. The skunk was the one that had sent him that file. Considering Sigma hadn't had any troubles with his bladder - nor any attraction to its contents - before listening to the file, it seemed logical that the file was the thing responsible for what had happened to him.

He just hoped Kaz could tell him what the hell was going on with it.

His laptop was just where he'd left it...though he didn't remember plugging his MP3 player into it before leaving this morning. He'd thought that it had been left by the bed.

"Weird," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the full charged machine and unplugging it from the computer. Putting it over to the side, Sigma booted the machine up, and signed into his messenger as soon as it was available.

Kaz was already there, and Sigma pounced on him, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

[Sigma] KAZ! You better explain this, RIGHT NOW.

[Kaz] *blinks* Uh...maybe if you told me what to explain?

[Sigma] You know what I'm talking about.

[Sigma] That file. That freaking file that you sent me.

[Kaz] What, the hypnosis one?

[Sigma] You know what it did to me?

[Sigma] The hypnosis one, yes.

[Kaz] Didn't it just put you to sleep, let you sleep through the night?

[Sigma] No! Well, yes, but it did more than that!

[Kaz] Like...what?

Sigma felt his cheeks flush again, and he groaned. "Gonna make me spell it out for you, huh? Fine."

[Sigma] You know what. It made me...

[Kaz] ...Made you what?

[Sigma] ...Piss myself.

[Kaz] ....

[Kaz] ....

[Sigma] What? That's seriously what it made me do.

[Kaz] Um...so?

He leaned up to the computer, not sure that he'd read that right. The skunk couldn't really be seriously asking something like that, could he? The computer had to be glitching...he couldn't just be putting it aside like that.

[Kaz] So you have to be more careful at night or something.

[Kaz] At least you're getting a good night sleep.

[Sigma] Kaz, I don't think you understand.

[Kaz] I understand.

[Kaz] You're just a little afraid of wetting your bed because you might get embarrassed.

[Kaz] But seriously, tell me, didn't you get the best night of sleep, ever, last night?

[Sigma] What does that have to do with anything?

[Kaz] Come on, tell me. y/n?

[Sigma] Well....

[Kaz] Heh, that's what I thought.

[Sigma] *sighs* At least tell me there's some other file that can help me get this under control.

[Kaz] Not that I know of.

[Sigma] WHAT?!

[Sigma] You mean you...and you...

[Kaz] But.

[Sigma] I can't believe this!

[Sigma] What?! What now?!

[Kaz] There's another thing you might want to know. The file does say that it gets better, easier for you if you just keep listening to it. Garret kept listening to it, and he's fine now. Maybe you'll get better if you keep up the listenings.

[Sigma] You...can't...be serious.

[Kaz] *shrugs* Your choice, Sigma. But it's the only thing I can think of.

[Kaz] Anyway, gotta go, so I'll see you later. Good luck with this thing.

[Kaz has signed out.]

He stared at the screen with his jaw dropped. "Kaz..." Sigma growled under his breath.

The information about maybe getting better with the repeated use of the file was the most that the skunk could give him? Seriously? That was like telling someone that had gotten burned by fire that the best way to fix it was to stick his hand in again. Why should he do anything of the sort?

The logical part of the king cheetah's mind answered that for him. Because it was the only lead that he had, and until he knew more, he had to pursue any bit of information that he could get.

He looked down at the MP3 player. He seriously didn't remember plugging it into the computer before he left for the store, but maybe he was just imagining that now. After all, the doors had been locked, and nobody else had the keys to his house. And he was one of those guys that couldn't stand to leave something uncharged when he might need it later. Maybe he had just hooked it back up.

Picking it up, he looked at the file that he'd listened to last night. It was hooked in the middle of the audio. Maybe it stopping in the middle had screwed things up for him? It was possible. A lot of hypnosis files were meant to be listened to all the way through, and stopping partway could really screw up their effects.

"I guess one more night wouldn't hurt," Sigma muttered to himself. "I mean, it's not like things could get any worse."

But first...Monster Hunter.

#

Well, the game turned out to be just as good as he could have hoped for. The entire time that he played it, Sigma had been utterly enthralled by the improvements since the last entry in the franchise, from the new weapons and the improved graphics, to the streamlined combat and the amazing monsters that were out there to kill. His character had gotten to be a bad-ass. Not as good as some of the characters in the game, of course, but he was off to a dang good start, and one that he looked forward to continuing.

The best part was that there was nothing in the game that sparked any need for him to go, so there wasn't even an 'accident' while he played the game. Maybe there had been some sort of time delay towards the effects from the file, and they eventually left on their own.

An optimistic thought, really. Even though he loved it, Sigma doubted it was the case, and he sighed as he looked over at the diaper case as he saved the game for the night. "Looks like I'm still going to be using you," he muttered.

As the console shut down, Sigma reached over and grabbed the box, pulling it open and grabbing one of the clean diapers out of it. It was puffy, soft, and despite himself, he felt a slight stirring in his crotch. "Oh no...don't tell me," the cheetah muttered to himself as he looked down.

Just as he thought. Since he'd never put pants back on, he had a very clear view of his crotch, and it had gotten hard again as soon as he started rubbing his fingers along the inside of the diaper. "Come on...not a diaper fetish too...Damn it, Kaz, you better be right about this wearing off after I listen to it more."

He slid the diaper up his legs, slowly pulling it over his crotch and sealing in place. Pulling the tags tight, he pushed them down against the diaper, making sure that they stuck before he pulled his hands back.

It was so weird feeling to have a diaper on, he thought. It was very puffy, very cloud like in a way against his front. Oh, he could feel the bit of absorbent material against his cock - and that was ridiculously exciting in a way that he just didn't understand - but it was soft, and it didn't bother him. In fact, it took a great deal of self control to keep from reaching down and grinding against his hand, against the diaper...

Sigma shook his head hard, so hard that his lips flapped lightly against each other. "Ugh, snap out of it," the feline muttered to himself. "Not what you should be doing."

Walking out of the room in just his diaper - and feeling the crinkling of it the whole way, sending a blush to his face at the constant reminder of wearing the silly thing - Sigma hurried to his bedroom. He was tempted to set the alarm clock for something around midnight so that he could get up and go to the bathroom, see if he could pre-empt the pissing in the middle of the night...but for some reason he didn't do it. He didn't want to lose the only bonus that he was getting out of this hypnosis, that of a good night of sleep.

Settling the headphones in his ears, Sigma started the recording again as he settled into bed. The diaper pressed at his rear, cupping it like a pair of soft hands, and the front of it almost seemed to hug his cock, the erection refusing to go down despite no real stimulation keeping it up.

Almost immediately the relaxing voice from the last night returned, and the sound of it started to lull him into sleep almost immediately. It was even easier this time to listen to it, so much easier to obey it and slide off into sleep...

#

The night was strange for Sigma, but also strangely pleasurable. It was filled with lots of fun dreams, from the time that he went down a whitewater river, to the sight of Niagara Falls crashing and falling to the rocks below, to the great feeling of a warm rain in a pool on a hot summer day. Every dream seemed to flicker into the next, but in each case, he dreamed of water. Lots of water, water rushing into more water, warm water that splashed around and sometimes splashed back at him...

His cock throbbing against the front of his diaper was what woke him. He was oddly dry...but that feeling lasted all of two seconds before it was 'fixed'.

Sigma's eyes went wide as he felt his cock erupt with what felt like a geyser of piss, the liquid hot and thin as it splattered against the front of his diaper. The hissing sound of it filling it up was the only sound he could hear, and he swore that if he wasn't letting his bladder empty itself, he would have been leaking pre like mad just from the sound alone.

But that was nothing compared to the feeling. Immediately the absorbent material in the front heated up from his piss, warming up against his cock and getting more clingy, in a way, clutching closer to his groin, hugging his balls and his cock as he soaked it more and more. There was so much of it, some little bits of it sliding down around his cock and balls, sliding down towards his rear and getting it a little wet as well.

He couldn't control himself; the feeling of wetting himself again, this time in a diaper, drove him into a frenzy. There was no stopping as he flipped over, grabbing one of his pillows and putting it under his groin. The pressure from the pillow against his diaper squeezed some of the pee out against his cock, filling the diaper with an almost spongy feeling, and he started humping. Hard.

His cock dragged along the front of his diaper, rubbing against the piss soaked surface as the pillow pushed it flat against his cock. Thrusting against it was immensely good, immensely pleasurable, and Sigma panted, moaned as his mouth hung open from the tremendous pleasure of the whole thing.

"Oh yes...oh yes," he moaned, dragging himself along the pillow. His whole body shivered from the intense stimulation, his cock held against his groin, his balls flopping back and forth slightly as much as the diaper would allow. Everything inside felt like it was swimming in a pool of sweat, and pre, and piss, covering him, swirling around his cock as he ground himself against the pillow again and again, forced out of the diaper, absorbed again, and pushed out once more.

And...he barely noticed...the MP3 player kept playing in his ears. The words were too quiet to hear, but he knew that they were changing him...making him enjoy this...

And he didn't care.

He didn't care. He was a diaper wearing boy, and he loved the feeling of his hard cock inside of the diaper, loved the feeling of his cock being surrounded by the piss soaked, hot diaper as he ground against his pillow, humping it like it was the sexiest thing in the world. "Oh yes...oh god so close," he panted, lowering himself so he was laying almost right over the pillow as he kept humping it.

Grinding, humping, rubbing; it was so clumsy, so primitive, but it still felt..felt so good...Even if he could think enough to stop...he didn't know that he would.

Sigma moaned, his cock throbbing harder and harder. This was even better than in the store. Back there, the pants, the underwear had worked, had been wet, but they'd been too rough. The diaper...oh the diaper was much better...so full of pre, so full of piss...warm and comforting...so soft and good.

He panted, groaned...and came.

The feeling of cum squirting out of his cock was almost as good as the feeling of wetting his diaper, just in a different way. He felt it splatter among the already soaked inside of the diaper, mixing with his piss, mixing with everything else inside. It was so sexy, so hot...and he couldn't wait to do it again.

Panting, he put aside the pillow, getting to his feet in a wobbly fashion. He walked on shaky legs down to the kitchen, getting the sink running with some cold water and getting a glass down for himself.

This was going to be a long...fun...day.