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Wake Up Call

Teake grinned from ear to ear, the impala's gaze fixated upon Sigma and shamelessly drinking in the sight of his lover dressed so... so perfectly for the night ahead.

The grey furred cheetah's cheeks burned bright beneath his fur, and he shuffled bashfully from foot to foot as he watched Teake looking him up and down. No matter how many times he dressed up for his and Teake's pleasure, Sigma didn't think he would ever stop being embarrassed by exposing himself in such a way. Of course, this wasn't a bad thing. Far from it. A part of what the feline male loved the most about dressing up in this pink summer dress, a thick padded diaper secured around his crotch and bulking out the otherwise lithe lines of the feminine clothing he was wearing, was how it made him squirm and blush with embarrassment.

Tonight however, there was another reason why Sigma's face was red. Burning bright not only with bashful excitement, but with hidden delight at the secret he had yet to reveal to his lover. Teake thought that the two of them were here for a night of teasing fun, leading up to a wholly more spectacular day of naughtiness tomorrow morning. But in reality, despite Sigma having donned his outfit and presented himself to the impala as a diaper wearing girl rather than the grown man he truly was, the true height of the evening's fun had not even been approached as yet.

Sigma played his role to perfection, allowing Teake to take him by the hand and lead him downstairs. He whimpered and blushed as the impala fussed over him, rubbing imagined smudges off his cheek with a freshly licked thumb and ensuring he sat down upon the couch like a lady, legs together and dress lying smoothly over his legs. A few minutes later, the TV was on and the first of their rom-com movie marathon was under way. Teake sat beside his dressed up, pretty little partner with a knowing smirk on his face, only half watching the movie, the rest of his attention devoted to observing the large, lidded cup full of soda which Sigma was hungrily slurping up through a straw.

"Drink up, pretty girl..."

Teasingly the impala murmured to Sigma, causing the cheetah's face to flush with renewed embarrassment. Sigma had a bad habit of drinking soda and other soft drinks way too fast for his own good, even when they weren't making a game of it. On nights like tonight however, when the whole purpose of his diapered state was to take advantage of that fact, he was his own worst enemy. Well, worst perhaps except for the impala seated by his side, who was all too eager to get him a refill the second it seemed like he was running low.

By the end of the first movie, roughly eight PM, Sigma had downed a good litre and a half of soda, and was beginning to feel early twinges in the back of his mind which suggested that visiting the restroom might be a good idea. He forced those instincts down to the back of his mind, and groaned softly, excitedly, at the knowledge of what that meant for him. Still seated as close by as ever, Teake heard his lover's murmur, and turned to face the cheetah with a broad grin and wide, excitable eyes.

"You need to go? Already?"

Sigma huffed, folding his arms childishly and shaking his head. He wouldn't give Teake the satisfaction of admitting that his torment was beginning so early on in the evening. The impala just smirked knowingly, shrugging.

"Well, I can always go get fresh diapers tomorrow morning, but for now that's the last one in the apartment I'm afraid. So... if you wet it before bed? You're gonna be sleeping in a wet diaper for hours and hours. Not comfortable, I'll be willing to bet."

Sigma opened his muzzle to tell Teake that they both knew all too well how it felt to sleep in a wet diaper, but closed it again without speaking. For one thing, in his current role speaking out like that would only cause the impala to impose some sort of punishment upon him. And for another, it would do no good to incur Teake's wrath, even playfully so. What Sigma needed right now was for his lover to settle down and keep on watching the movies. Not the second one, which was just starting up now, but the one after that. The one which Sigma had picked out for them, and which the cheetah had acquired from a 'friend' who specialised in just the kind of fun that he wished to share with Teake.

Another ninety five minutes passed by, and another half litre of sugary fluid poured its way down Sigma's throat, into his belly, and onward to his bladder. By ten o'clock Sigma was squirming helplessly. He was breathing heavily as he tried to get through the worst of it, to break through the initial, violent urge that told his body he had to urinate now. Not soon, not relatively quickly, but now. His right hand was clawing at the arm of the couch upon which it was resting, and the thankfully empty drinks cup clutched in his left was perforated by multiple clawings from his sharp nails.

By Sigma's side, his lover was barely paying attention to the last few minutes of the second movie. Teake was staring at Sigma not with humour, but with hunger. One of the impala's hands was buried down the front of his loose fitting shorts, and though his fingers were hidden from view, Sigma knew from experience that two of those digits were almost certainly rubbing slow, tender circles in the wonderfully sensitive flesh surrounding Teake's clitoris. If there was one thing the two intersex males shared beyond the romantic, personality driven stuff which made them such a playful and loving couple, it was their libido. Its strength, its persistence, and of course the things which made it tick. Crossdressing. Diaper play. A little sissification now and then. These were bread and butter to the pair. It was those kinks which made their pussies drool and ache. The only problem was that today, Sigma couldn't enjoy the pleasure of being so dressed up and diapered. At least, not right now.

All he could think about now was the real situation he had gotten himself into. Not a game any longer. Not some fun, sexy challenge for him to pass or fail. He genuinely, seriously, had to put every ounce of willpower he possessed into overcoming that first wave of instinct demanding that he evacuate his bladder right at that very second.

Well, that... and the desperate hope that he would be able to get himself under control in time to spring the surprise of the evening on Teake.

"Y-you've really gotta go, huh? A-are you... are you sure you can hold it? Coz, you could just... let it all go. Right here. R-right in front of me."

Teake rubbed at his pussy shamelessly, masturbating openly to the sight and thoughts of Sigma's obvious situation.

Letting loose a growl of frustration, both at the impala for tempting him and at himself for being tempted, Sigma shook his head. He didn't dare speak, for the idea of forming words right now would take up too much brainpower. Brainpower needed to keep his bladder from disobeying his wishes and emptying itself right then and there.

Unfazed by his lover's warning growl, Teake continued to talk as he pleasured himself. By now there was an audible wetness coming from within his shorts, and his wrist was moving at speed where it disappeared down within them as the impala hungrily fingered himself.

"I c-could... I could put my hand inside your diaper right now, a-and I'll bet just one touch, one distraction, is all you'd need to let loose. To wet yourself right here on the couch. All that soda... would your diaper even be able to hold it all in? F-fuck..."

He stared at Sigma eagerly, eyes bulging, just waiting for that seemingly inevitable crack in the cheetah's defences. Waiting for that look of utter humiliation which would sweep across Sigma's features as he lost control, and the flow of urine began to helplessly, ceaselessly flood the padded garment which he was going to be wearing until the following morning.

He waited.

And waited.

The movie came to an end, and still Teake waited. The fingers teasing and fucking his pussy drove him closer and closer to the edge. His cheeks grew flushed and he began to squirm more urgently than Sigma. Yet still, somehow, the cheetah did not surrender.

"O-oh my god... you're really gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna hold it all evening. A-all night. And then, t-tomorrow morning... it's gonna happen."

Sigma growled again, but this time not in frustration. In triumph. It was working. At last, his determination was paying off, and the urgency of his need to urinate was passing. Sure, he still needed to go. Badly. But it was just a constant ache, rather than an almost overwhelming siren wailing its way through every fibre of his being.

Grinning through bared teeth, the cheetah nodded to his lover.

"It's gonna happen. Y-yeah. So... p-put on the next movie, and pour me another soda."

His cheeks flushed, remembering that he was supposed to be playing the sissy boy, dressed up all girly and expected to act accordingly.

"P-please..."

Teake didn't do either of those things however, not at first anyway. He just stared at the pink dress wearing, diaper clad cheetah, his fingers still flying and slurping their way in and out of the moist depths of his pussy. A glazed, giddy expression hung in his eyes, and began to spread rather rapidly over his whole face in an overwhelmed, dumbstruck grin.

"Tell me... t-tell me, c-cutie. How bad do you need to go? How bad do you wanna soak that diaper? Be honest. Tell the truth for your man, okay?"

Sigma blushed. He knew exactly what was being asked of him, and was all too happy to oblige.

"So bad."

Theatrically, though for the most part with sincerity, the cheetah squirmed and wriggled upon the spot. He and Teake could both hear the diaper shuffling beneath him, and as he did the full-bladder dance for his lover, he saw the impala's breath catch in his throat, and Teake's eyes widening sharply all of a sudden.

"O-oh god... yes..."

Teake groaned under his breath as his body tensed up and began to jerk helplessly. His face flushed crimson beneath its short, pale fur, and his head tilted back slightly, mouth falling open as the hand buried between his suddenly tightly clenched legs was doused by a swift wave of fluids.

"Aahh... c-cumming. Oh g-ghh... god..."

Watching all the while as Teake lost himself in the fury of his orgasm, Sigma couldn't help but feel a pang both of jealousy, and of renewed urgency in his bladder as his attention momentarily slipped away from holding his body's natural urges at bay. It was rare that the cheetah missed an opportunity to engage physically with his lover while the impala was caught up in the throes of orgasm, be it through a simple kiss on the forehead, a touch to some bare flesh and fur, or a more intimate fondling to explore the severity of the wetness which Teake's body was prone to producing during his more intense climaxes. This was yet another denial in the long list of fun he was missing out on tonight, all in the name of delayed gratification. But unlike the others, this denial wasn't one to which Sigma had agreed in advance.

Delightful as it may have been to watch his lover cum, Sigma now more than ever felt justified in his secret plan. Thus, he made no comment about how unfair it was for Teake to masturbate and cum in front of him when the impala began to return to his senses. He simply settled for a muted huff of frustration, genuine, not faked, as Teake glanced at him with a cheeky, satisfied grin, and wiggled his sodden, ejaculate stained fingers in the cheetah's direction.

"I'll... uh, I'll go get you another drink, then we can watch the last movie."

Teake rose from his seat upon the couch, his cheeks flushing as the thoroughly sodden crotch of his loose fitting shorts stuck to his legs for a moment, only to fall and hang rather more heavily than before. Needless to say, it seemed as though his orgasmic mess had not been inconsiderable.

Glancing down at his lover's slightly glistening, soaked lower garments, Sigma grinned knowingly.

"Don't want to change out of them? Put on something clean? Something dry? Something that doesn't smell so strongly of pussy juice?"

The cheetah may have been breaking from his subservient role, but neither he nor Teake seemed to mind. Indeed, the impala seemed to relish being able to answer the question with a gleefully, knowingly naughty shake of his head.

"Mmh... if it's all the same to you, I think I'll stay wet and sticky. I might even wear these to bed tonight."

Before Sigma could reply, Teake flounced proudly out of the room and into the kitchen. The cheetah simply waited, eyes darting between the kitchen door and the DVD sat upon the coffee table between himself and the television. His lithe, grey furred body trembled in a mixture of anticipation and the constant, ever present pressure upon his bladder. It was hard to tell which one was more potent and all consuming. At least, for a few seconds. Then another wave of desperate, full-bladdered frustration hit Sigma square in the crotch, and he realised that no matter how much he was looking forward to what was in store for Teake, he still couldn't ignore the fact that his subconscious mind probably would have traded that night's fun and every night for weeks to come, if only he could be allowed to relieve his bladder at that exact moment.

Sigma smiled graciously as he accepted a new lidded cup of soda from Teake, despite squirming and bouncing upon his seat constantly while doing so in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure upon his bladder. He watched carefully making sure that the impala was careful with the DVD for the next movie, ensuring it didn't get scratched and risk harming this rather pricey, customised copy of what was otherwise a rather run of the mill romantic comedy. His heart rate quickened as Teake plucked the DVD out of its case and moved it upon one finger towards the player. At the last moment, just as the impala was about to place it into the disc drive, Teake paused. A whimper of helpless frustration escaped Sigma's lips.

"I... I was just going to ask if you were sure you wanted to watch this movie. We have plenty of better ones I know we both enjoy more."

Teake explained himself, somewhat taken aback by the almost frenzied glare with which Sigma had fixed him. Sure enough, the cheetah shook his head forcefully from side to side.

"No. N-not any other movie. This one. This DVD. Please, Teake. J-just... just put it in."

The impala seemed to consider the request for a moment, much to Sigma's horror, but then broke into a warm smile as he slipped the DVD into the device.

"I know what you're up to, y'know. Putting on a mediocre movie last so you don't wet yourself laughing. You're lucky I love you, or I might have put on one of your favourites instead."

Sigma quivered where he sat, nodding shakily in faux agreement with the impala.

"R-right. You caught me. But... thanks. Don't ask me why, but... I feel like I don't know if I could make it if it was any other movie."

Teake returned to his seat, shrugging, chuckling, and squirming beside the already writhing figure of his lover as he fought to get comfy in his ejaculate soaked shorts.

"You're wearing a diaper... a dress... and you're meant to be acting like some sissy little girl all night. How come your choice of movie is the weird thing here?"

The cheetah giggled back at his lover, immediately regretting it as the laughter caused his bladder and its increasingly unbearable level of contents to quiver.

"L-let's just... just watch. You never know, we might end up liking it."

***************

They didn't.

The movie was just as boring as Sigma remembered, and after the first ten minutes he was glad of an excuse to look away from the screen. A small flicker in the top right hand corner of the picture was his cue to do so, at which point the cheetah subtly began to observe his lover instead of the movie. He watched, noticing out of the corner of his eyes that the colour of the glow from the TV screen had changed slightly, and smiled as after a minute or so Teake began to lean forward in his seat. Another minute passed, and the impala slumped forward, sliding down off the couch and onto his knees upon the floor. On all fours he crawled over to the TV set, placed his hands upon either side of its screen, and knelt there, staring wide eyed and unmoving into the picture which was no longer displaying two rather bland foxes finding love in the big city, but a hazy mass of swirling coloured lines that Sigma was still careful not to look directly into.

For almost twenty minutes Sigma sat watching Teake staring at the TV set, fighting to distract himself from the constant urge to urinate by listening closely to every gasp, whimper, and breathy moan to escape the impala's lips. He watched Teake's ears twitching despite the fact there was no audible sound coming from the TV any longer, and grinned as a louder, more overtly sexual moan escaped his lover's muzzle.

Of course, for Teake himself it didn't seem like twenty minutes. It seemed like no time at all, and yet at the same time, an eternity in itself.

No sooner had the impala found himself under the DVD's hypnotic thrall, he was no longer in the living room with his lover. He wasn't anywhere, except... all around him, he could see things. Feel things. Almost as though they were floating around him in some sort of endless, formless void. Not just pictures, but flashes of emotion and sensory activity. Tastes, scents, physical touch. All of it so disconnected and unrelated to anything else he was seeing or feeling, but slowly twisting within his mind into some sort of rational pattern.

With his conscious form staring blankly at the flashing TV screen, Teake saw himself. He saw him and Sigma curled up in bed together, their nude bodies spooning intimately. He remembered this. This wasn't a dream, it was a memory. Only, it shouln't have begun yet. It should only have started when he woke up, finding himself curled around Sigma's naked form with one hand quite innocently and naturally resting at the lowest point of the cheetah's belly.

He saw himself stirring. Waking. Eyes fluttering open, blinking wearily a couple of times as he prepared his body for movement. But then, he stopped. The fingers of the hand draped over Sigma's body twitched, and just below where they had naturally been resting, they brushed against the warm, slightly plump moun of the cheetah's pussy.

A soft moan escaped the version of Teake watching himself begin to playfully stroke and tease Sigma's nether regions, his fingers slipping just far enough to tease and caress the sensitive flesh around the cheetah's clit. He recalled that morning. How much fun it had been, how satisfying and enthralling it had felt to not simply tease his lover, but bring him to a climax without wakening him from his slumber.

No sooner had that rush of satisfaction swept over him, the memory began to fade. In its place, he found himself smelling pancakes. He blinked, and before he could even begin to question what was happening he was sitting across from Sigma in what appeared to be a cafe. Between them was a large stack of pancakes glazed with maple syrup and the tiniest quantity of melted butter. Eagerly the two of them devoured the stack between them, until there was only one pancake left. Teake felt his stomach gurgling, hungry for yet more of the delicious syrup and fluffy pancake. Across the table, Sigma sat silently, running one solitary finger around his plate to clean off the excess syrup, but making no motion to claim the last portion of the share meal for himself.

Only then did Teake remember this day. This memory. His eyes widened, and suddenly he was just an observer once more. He was sitting next to the real version of himself, watching Sigma's face carefully as the impala reached out, impaled that last syrup drenched pancake on his fork... and slid it over onto his lover's plate.

Sigma's eyes widened, and Teake watched himself smile fondly at the man he loved. Beneath the table, he could see one of the impala's hoofed feet gently rubbing at one of the cheetah's own paws. Neither one of them spoke, but the meaning was clear. Yes, Teake wanted the pancake. But he wanted Sigma to have it even more.

Again, the impala moaned with satisfaction. God, it felt so good to make his mate happy. Better than he could ever have imagine.

Over and over, Teake found himself transported to moments where he had given to Sigma. Not selflessly, not without wanting or expecting anything in return, but giving nonetheless. Each time he felt a stronger wave of joyous contentment wash over him as he saw his lover made happy, and each time that satisfying glow became more and more indistinguishable from physical pleasure.

Days worth of memories played out, only for his subconscious to start interweaving fantasies, wishes, and fictitious endings onto other memories in order to continue the same theme. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months of time re-lived as if it was happening all over again, but this time with Sigma's happiness his sole goal. It was no hardship to make his lover feel so good though, far from it. Indeed as that uncountable time sped by, Teake thought less and less of himself. He almost began to phase himself entirely out of the memories, as if his willpower alone was able to pour all his love, all his commitment and care for the cheetah, directly into Sigma. He imagined his lover experiencing joys and delights beyond compare, and somehow every one of them was his doing. He fed off his lover's glee. Drank in Sigma's bliss like it was his own.

At last, after what could have been seconds or millennia, reality began to assert itself once more. Not true reality, but at least a memory that Teake recognised as being genuine.

He and his mate were in bed once more. Their bodies trembling with desire as they sat facing one another, leaning back upon their arms, legs entwined over and under one another as their pussies bucked and throbbed with pleasurable convulsions around the thick, purple double ended dildo buried deep inside each of them. They were grinning at one another, grinning and panting through heated moans of pleasure as they raced their partner to orgasm.

Teake knew what happened that morning. He knew that Sigma was going to win, that the cheetah was going to make him cum first by reaching over and rubbing the impala's clit with his thumb. Except... this time, he knew that wasn't going to work.

Sure enough, Sigma did reach out with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and he did start stroking at Teake's swollen clitoris, tweaking and gently pushing the stiff little nub downward by just a fraction of an inch; all that was necessary to ensure it made contact with the thick rubber dildo with each stroke and motion of their squirming bodies.

From within and outside the memory, Teake grinned. He grinned as Sigma caressed him, but nothing happened. The cheetah looked at him in surprise, and whimpered softly as Teake reached out in turn and began to perform the exact same exercise upon his lover as was being performed on him.

Only then, as he began to rub Sigma's clit directly, did Teake feel it. Those waves of pleasurable satisfaction which came from making his lover happy. From disregarding his own pleasure entirely, and relying upon Sigma's body, Sigma's feelings, Sigma's happiness alone to bring him bliss.

Blurred lines of wavy, psychodelic colour began to swim in front of Teake's eyes as he watched himself bringing his lover to yet another orgasm within his mind. He shuddered as Sigma began to mewl and groan in ecstasy. He panted and gasped as the cheetah's whole body tensed up, and a vocal moan of pure satisfaction and delight erupted from his own lips as he watched the man he loved begin to cum at his behest once more.

All of a sudden the TV screen went blank, and so did the impala's mind. All the images. All the feelings. All the colours. It all shut off abruptly, and he was left floating in total emptiness.

Teake remained sitting there in front of the screen, frozen in place for a moment or two, before simply turning on the spot, rising shakily to his feet, and moving back over to sit down on the couch. He settled down exactly where he'd been prior to the DVD's hypnotic influence taking hold on him, let slip a gentle, satisfied sigh, and fell limp... as though suddenly falling into a deep, pleasant slumber.

Gently, moving slowly not because he didn't wish to disturb his now lightly snoring lover but because he didn't wish to jiggle his aching bladder too badly, Sigma reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the remote control. He shut off the DVD player and the TV, and only then called out fondly to his lover in a gentle, sing-song tone.

"Teake? Wake up, sleepyhead."

With a soft snort and a sharp intake of breath, the impala's head rose hurriedly and his eyes snapped open. He looked around for a moment or two, confused, only to find comfort and relief in the warm, smiling face of his lover.

"S-Sigma?"

The cheetah nodded, his eyes twinkling with delight and expectation as he looked for some sign that the hypnosis had not only worked, but covered all traces of its own occurrence within Teake's memory.

"You fell asleep. I guess the movie was even more dull than I remember. Look... I know we said we'd stay up till midnight watching movies, but clearly you're pretty tired. If I down the rest of this drink right now, how about we call it a night?"

Teake glanced at the clock. At the silent TV screen. Then at Sigma. Blinking his eyes several times, as though unsure whether he was actually awake or still dreaming somehow, the impala nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess that's a good idea. But you'd better not take advantage of my sleepiness. If we start playing tomorrow morning and it turns out you snuck off to the bathroom and relieved yourself overnight..."

Sigma smirked, a moment or so later Teake did too.

"...wow, I really am out of it. Like you'd ever choose using a toilet over some fun like this."

Rising to his feet, Teake turned towards Sigma, leaned down, and planted a soft kiss upon the cheetah's forehead. He sighed happily as he did so, relishing the fact that he was able to lavish such affection upon this man he adored a little more consciously than usual.

"Goodnight, my pretty little lady. Remember, there's a mattress protector on your bed. But big girls don't wet the bed. They hold it, don't they. They hold it until morning, when they get taken to the bathroom by their..."

His voice trailed off. Teake grinned bashfully. It may have only been a game, but the lithe, twinkish impala still wasn't entirely comfortable with himself in this particular role. At least, not by name.

"...by their master."

With that said, the horned, hoofed male trotted off towards the master bedroom. To sleep comfortably, but alone, in their shared double bed, while Sigma was left to finish off his soda, then to waddle alone and in desperate, immediate anguish out of the living room, past the bathroom door and into the guest bedroom.

Once there, the cheetah scrambled up onto the guest bed, ears twitching at the rustling both of his diaper and the plastic mattress protector in place beneath the sheets. He laid down flat on the bed, above the covers. His eyes fell shut almost immediately, but not in sleep. Not in anything remotely related to sleep, rest or relaxation. He closed his eyes in concentration, continuing to fight the constant, ever growing urge to urinate. His toes curled with the effort it took not to wet his diaper right then and there. His whole body shook.

How he was going to make it the six plus hours till Teake woke up and put their plan into action, Sigma didn't know. Sleep seemed utterly out of the question, and without relaxation he wondered what state he would be in, even if he was somehow able to hold out until six in the morning.

The only thought which Sigma believed had any hope of keeping him sane, was wondering how Teake was feeling right now. How the impala was feeling as he slipped into his own bed, and how he too would feel when morning finally dawned.

***************

Teake was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, but he didn't sleep right through to the six AM alarm he had set for himself. Indeed, when the impala awoke once more and glanced over at the bedside clock, it was only five. Darkness was still absolute beyond the bedroom window, and yet while there seemed no good reason for him to have woken up, now that he had done Teake found himself wide awake.

The impala licked his lips, shuffling beneath the sheets and instinctively moving one hand down and inside his shorts. True to his word he had worn them to bed, discarding his t-shirt but leaving the ejaculate soaked lower garments clinging to his lithe figure. Even now they were still damp. Warm and damp from the heat trapped under the bedding, and sure enough as Teake lifted the sheets slightly, a wave of thick, musky air pummelled him around the face.

"F-fuck..."

Groaning in desire, Teake touched himself. He rubbed fondly at the mound of his pussy within those damp and heavily scented shorts, swiftly moving his fingertips lower, seeking out the hooded nub of his clitoris and assaulting it directly, squeezed firmly between two trembling digits. He braced himself for the onslaught of pleasure, breath catching in his throat in anticipation. He rubbed, and waited.

Waited.

Waited...

His eyes widened.

Something was wrong.

He rubbed himself again. Harder. He squeezed at his clit with the kind of grip that was usually reserved for the moment before an orgasm, the sort of painful ecstasy that could propel a climax from a low flying buzz to simply stratospheric!

"Wh... what the fuck?"

Nothing. At least, not exactly nothing. He could still feel the stimulation. It felt good. But, it felt good in the same way a neatly arranged set of encyclopedias felt good. Correct. Ordered. Satisfactory. Good in that respect, but not physically good. Physically, it felt like... like a ghost of a touch. A distant memory of how it actually felt to be rubbed, teased, and masterfully masturbated by ones own touch.

Teake might well have panicked, had he been alone in the apartment with no-one to turn to. But he knew he wasn't alone. He was never alone. He had Sigma, and surely Sigma would be able to tell him what was wrong here. The cheetah had to be able to do something. Had to know something. Otherwise... what would it mean for their sexual relationship? What would it mean if Teake could not feel, and only Sigma was able to glean any enjoyment from their normally oh so frequent and wonderfully kinky antics.

Loudly, so loudly that it shocked him, the impala gasped in a sudden rush of pleasure. His eyes bulged, and he urgently, instinctively ploughed no less than three fingers deep into the tight clutches of his pussy. As fast as the pleasure had come on though, it faded once more. It reduced to absolutely nothing as Teake thought of himself. Himself... rather than his mate.

Again, the impala pictured his lover. Not just his lover though, but his lover being made love to. He pictured himself grinding his pussy into the cheetah's own, the two of them feverishly tribbing, not caring that it would take an hour or more to reach orgasm that way, just so glad to be together. Touching, fondling, feeling every inch of one another's bare bodies.

With a deep grunt, Teake felt his pussy convulse hungrily around his fingers. It wasn't their continued presence within him that was triggering his ability to feel though, it was Sigma. It was thinking about Sigma. His lover's pleasure. His lover's happiness.

Still unsure of how this was happening, or what exactly this was, the impala pulled his fingers free from his pussy and entirely away from his sodden shorts. He lay flat out on the bed, tossing the sheets back to give his body some room to breath, and closed his eyes.

Once more, he thought about Sigma. About licking Sigma from top to toe, starting out with a passionate kiss, nibbling and suckling upon his nipples, before eventually reaching his own swollen, ruby red clit. Teake's eyes flew open, and he arched his back as for a split-second, before his own shock distracted him and caused him to lose the image in question, he swore he could feel a tongue lashing at his own clitoris. Again he fought for control, picturing himself peeling the lips of Sigma's pussy apart and exposing the pink, moist flesh within. His body shuddered violently, and though Teake knew that nothing physical was happening to him, he swore he could feel those same fingers parting his swollen, puffy pussy lips.

The impala gasped, having moved on from what the fuck to a new question.

"H-how? How in hell...?"

He knew, at least in theory, what he was feeling. It was some strange sort of empathy, only rather than feeling the emotions he knew that Sigma had experienced on those occasions, he was feeling the physical sensation. Sensation which seemed to have replaced his own ability to feel.

Teake's cheeks flushed. Why now? Why did this have to happen now? He could have woken up to find himself in this situation on the day when he'd sent Sigma to bed with a harness holding an eight inch vibrator turned up to max power buried in his pussy. But no. He had to wake up, experiencing everything that he knew his lover was feeling, on the day when...

Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed his mind; the very same thought he'd been fighting for just the last few seconds not to think about, Teake clutched desperately at his crotch through the fabric of his shorts.

"O-oh god. God, n-no..."

Suddenly, helplessly, Teake began to wet himself. He felt hot, acrid urine soaking into his shorts and onto the trembling palms of his hands. He felt it running down his inner thighs and out onto the bedsheets beneath him, no mattress protector in place to protect any of the bedding from the stream of yellowish piss.

"F-fuck. Ff-uuuhhh... fuck..."

He needed to go so badly. Even as he did wet himself, that feeling did not abate in the slightest. His inner muscles were actively fighting to keep him wetting himself even when his bladder was empty, so fixated were his thoughts on how desperately Sigma must have needed to go right now that his body could not be convinced there was any other truth; not even by the now lack of physical evidence remaining within his bladder.

"Ah. A-ahhhh..."

Scrambling out of bed, pushing his now cum and urine soaked shorts down and off his legs, Teake clutched at his bare crotch as a few more trickling droplets were forced free by his sudden change in position. They dribbled down through his fingers as he staggered towards the bedroom door, headed not for the en suite and the toilet which lay within, but for what even his utterly confused, desperate mind believed to be his only possible source of salvation.

If indeed Teake's instinct was right, and for whatever reason he was feeling this way because he knew Sigma was feeling this way, then there was only one sensible way of making it stop. He had to make Sigma feel better. He had to make Sigma relieve his bladder.

It may not have been six AM yet. It may not have been time for their morning's games to begin. But regardless, the impala fully intended on seeing through their original, kinky plan. His very sanity, as well as Sigma's own if indeed this was how the cheetah was feeling right now, depended on it.

Staggering through the hallway, Teake fought to keep from crying out in frustration. Never in his life had he felt such an all consuming need to use the bathroom, and never in his life had he been in the position where he was unable to relieve it even by wetting himself. The impala burst in through the open guest room door, expecting to see Sigma kneeling, perhaps rocking back and forth, in a similar state to him.

Instead, what he saw took his breath away. It did nothing to abate his empathic need for bladder relief, but it at least shocked him into a moment or two of respite.

Sigma was asleep. Flat on his back, above the sheets. His pretty pink dress was crumpled and wrapped around his waist, exposing about ninety percent of his diaper. A diaper which, by some horrifying miracle, was still dry.

"N-no... oh no..."

Breathlessly, Teake whimpered in dismay. If Sigma hadn't wet himself yet, then he really did feel this way. The impala couldn't believe that his lover could possibly sleep through this. And if he was... then by waking him up, what fresh hell would Sigma be waking up to?

Scrambling up onto the bed, Teake began to peel off the cheetah's pink dress. He didn't even pause to try and wake his lover up, so single mindedly focused on relieving Sigma's, and thus his own, torment that even simple things like consciousness on his partner's part took a back seat. The dress was almost half way off by the time Sigma began to stir, used to sharing a bed and even to having his clothes peeled off him by the one with whom he shared it. But when finally the cheetah's eyes did flutter properly open, just as Teake tossed his lover's pretty little dress aside and lowered his hands to the adhesive straps at the sides of the Sigma's diaper, the reality of the cheetah's situation hit home with the speed and force of an intercontinental ballistic missile.

"O-oh god..."

For a moment, Sigma forgot all about the game. He forgot all about his plan with Teake, and even the fact that this was what he and the impala had been craving all along. All he knew, at least for his first few moments of consciousness, was that he was desperate to urinate. So desperate in fact, that his only salvation was the diaper he could feel tied around his midsection. The diaper, which someone now appeared to be trying to pull off him.

"N-no... T-Teake, no. I... I need to go! Please."

Whimpering urgently, a little more of reality began to return to the recently woken cheetah's mind. His cheeks flushed, and he grunted with arousal despite the fevered desperation of his situation.

"Master. Please... I'm gonna wet myself. G-gonna wet my diaper like a naughty girl. P-please don't take it off. I don't w-want you to see. D-don't want to... t-to pee, e-everywhere..."

In fact, that was exactly what Sigma wanted. He knew it, and suddenly, as that thought crossed his mind, Teake knew it too. A frantic whimper of lust as well as frustration erupted from the impala's lips, and before Sigma could say anything more he had torn free the straps of the cheetah's diaper and unfastened it entirely. The grey furred male's bare crotch and the flushed pink of his pussy were suddenly laid bare before Teake's wide eyes, and with a voice that was more commanding than pleading or teasing, he grunted fiercely at the cheetah.

"Yes you do. S-so do it. You naughty girl. Y-you... oh fuck, j-just let it go. Everywhere. R-right here. All over the bed. All over... me!"

Within Sigma's mind, Teake could feel only two desires. One, comprising perhaps ninety nine percent of the cheetah's thoughts, was his need to let his bladder loose. But somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, there was something else. Something which had probably started out in the majority when this idea had first been conceived. Desire. Arousal. The need for pleasure, and to have his body satisfied in more ways than with just an empty bladder.

Thus, in the wake of his commanding words to Sigma, there was only one thing that Teake's identically bladder and lust addled mind could possibly think to do. Only one way to satisfy both those feelings at once, and in a way that would grant them both relief and release as swiftly as possible.

He lowered his face to Sigma's crotch, and with one sweeping stroke of his tongue across the already visibly trembling pussy of the cheetah, knocked down what few seconds of helpless instinctive resistance had remained within the full bladdered male's mind.

"O-ohh... oh Teake! F-fuck. I'm... I can't hold it. T-Teake. Ohh god, h-here it... here it comes..."

Pleasure, such pleasure as neither male had never known before, spread like wildfire through both Sigma and Teake's bodies as the cheetah set his bladder loose after almost ten hours of self-enforced denial. Even if the impala's tongue hadn't been slurping and dragging itself across the pink flesh of his lover's pussy as a powerful stream of urine soaked Teake's face and the bed between their two trembling bodies, there would have been an almost sexually explicit relief to the intensity of Sigma's wetting. With that contact flooding not just through the cheetah's body, but Teake's too, they truly were shaking with pleasure as much as with unbearable relaxation while Sigma's body hurriedly and gratefully rid itself of every last drop of soda that had been forced to maintain residency within his bladder for far, far too long.

"Ah... aahh... s-still... more."

Teake wasn't honestly sure whether Sigma was warning him that he had yet to cease wetting the bed, not to mention the impala himself, or whether his attempt to do so had trailed off and turned into a plea for more sexual stimulation atop this rather lengthy bout of peeing. He hedged his bets, opting for the latter of the two. Whether Sigma was going to keep on flooding the bedding and everything within the reach of his stream for another ten seconds or ten minutes, Teake could feel how horny Sigma was. How embarrassed and simultaneously enthralled he was to actually be losing control so completely.

"Don't stop..."

The impala himself spoke those pleading words just moments later, realising that while he had come here to make these feelings he was experiencing on Sigma's behalf come to an end, now he would do almost anything to make them continue. To be inside his lover's head like this, to be experiencing the same thrilling shame, the same perverse excitement and arousal that he had always suspected Sigma shared with him, it was incredible. He wanted to feel more. To feel everything he could, while these wild highs of relief, of embarrassment, and of euphoria lasted.

"Make sure you get every d-drop... every last drop out."

Teake begged Sigma to keep on peeing. To keep on soaking his face with hot, sour wetness. His tongue redoubled the force and speed of his efforts to pleasure the urinating cheetah, and two trembling fingers upon his left hand peeled the lips of Sigma's pussy apart, providing a glimpse of the tiny hole from which all this urine was flowing before those same digits plugged the larger, more sensitive hole beneath it and began to pump hurriedly in and out.

Arching his back where he lay, Sigma wailed as he was licked and fingered even as he continued to pee. He must already have been evacuating his bladder for some thirty seconds, and still the aching need to continue was ever present. Now though, it was joined by a new need. A need which had been hanging at the back of his mind, a mere one percent of his conscious thoughts, but which now was rapidly overtaking his need to free his bladder of every last millilitre of its contents.

"F-fu-ahhh..."

The cheetah felt the flow of his urine becoming irregular as the pace of the digits inside his pussy quickened. At some points it was just a dribble, and at others, when Teake hit a sweet spot inside him, it burst into full flow once more. His pee splashed out across Teake's face again and again as the impala licked and finger-fucked him towards what was sure to be a rough, unexpected climax, but Sigma relished each and every moment of the build up.

By now, the cheetah knew what was happening. Not to himself, that was fairly obvious and almost exactly what had been planned out for their diaper related play session. But now, his mind simultaneously flooded with sexual thoughts and yet more clear than it had been since his second cup of soda, Sigma had remembered what he had done to Teake. He now knew what Teake must be feeling, and understood why the impala was so very eager to make him feel not only relief, but such potent and glorious pleasure.

"I... ahhhhh! I... I know, Teake."

Bashfully, yet eagerly, Sigma confessed through a loud and wild moan of pleasure.

"I know y-you can... feel me. What I... ohh g-god, f-feel."

The impala's eyes widened, but he didn't stop for a moment. Indeed, the speed of his fingering and the urgency of his licking grew ever more frenzied. Sigma wailed happily. He was so close. So close to his bladder being empty, yes, but more importantly so close to cumming. Hard.

Throwing back his head, a mewling wail of pleasure tore itself from the cheetah's throat mere moments later. He felt his pussy convulsing, and a wave of liquid gushing out over the face breathing hot, ragged air out over his swollen, throbbing clitoris. Whether it was pee or cum, Sigma didn't know. And frankly, he really didn't care. Nor, he suspected, would Teake. Not only because the impala was already soaked through by the cheetah's urine, but because by the sounds escaping his lover, not to mention the shaking of the mattress emanating from somewhere down between his legs, Teake was experiencing his lover's own orgasm effectively first-hand.

Sure enough, no sooner had Sigma collapsed to the bed, he felt Teake's body falling limp and loose too. It took almost a minute for the impala to gather enough mental and physical strength to pull himself up to his lover's side, and even then, he collapsed once more, his waterlogged, bedraggled face planting itself directly upon the gently rising and falling plateau of Sigma's chest.

"I..."

Sigma barely uttered that first, single word, when Teake suddenly raised one trembling, juice-stained hand to the cheetah's lips to silence him. With a giddy, surprisingly emotional whimper, the impala shook his head.

"Y-you don't need to say it."

His cheeks flushed bright red. His body trembled, and as Sigma forced himself to raise his own head, he saw the impala had tears in his eyes.

"Oh... oh Teake. Are you okay? Was... was all this... too much?"

Never before had Sigma seen his lover react this way to sex. No kind they had ever tried out before now, no matter how extreme, had ever made the impala cry.

Sniffling, Teake raised his own head. He shook it from side to side, and wiped away the tears with the back of one arm. Fresh ones replaced them in mere moments, but they were barely noticeable compared to the beaming smile now present upon the impala's face.

"W-when you realised what I was feeling... you started feeling something else. I mean, I know you're always feeling it, but... you really started to feel it, so I could to."

The horned male blushed, pulling himself further up the urine stained bed so that he could wrap his pee soaked arms around his lover, and press his sodden, acrid smelling face to Sigma's own muzzle in a gentle kiss.

"I... I felt, how you feel about me. I felt how much you love me, S-Sigma."

Chuckling bashfully, Teake sniffed again.

"Only you, c-could turn one of the sexiest, dirtiest mornings we've ever had, into the most goddamn romantic thing I've ever experienced."

The impala kissed Sigma again. And again. And again. The cheetah meanwhile remained silent, for with the knowledge that Teake could feel how he was feeling, emotionally as well as physically, he really didn't need to say anything at all.

"I know. I really, truly know now... j-just how much you love me. And now... now I need to figure out a way to make sure you know that I love you just as much."

Teake's face flushed, and he laughed warmly as a silly thought crossed his mind. A thought which wasn't his own, but one belonging to the cheetah.

"And yeah... I'll try to make sure it involves me wearing the diaper that time, not you."

By Jeeves