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Hunter woke up for work and struggled to get his pants on.

Built thin and hard like the farmer-fox he was, Hunter Darrell threw himself out of bed when the rooster crowed, scratched the low part of his back and then the crack of his ass, inside his underwear. He threw on a plaid shirt over his stained wife-beater, then stepped into his boot-cut skinny jeans and pulled them up to his hips, where they immediately stopped.

His underwear was all bunched-up.

In that groggy haze of morning, the fox looked down to see a fat, wet diaper sticking out of his open fly, made all the fatter with his relentless morning wood.

"Ah shit, I slept in it again, didn't I?"

Yeah, he wore 'em. Not because he had trouble pissing his pants or anything, but he just liked the feel of that soft, thick padding around his breedin' grounds when the sun went down.

There was a time for adultin' and a time to be himself.

So Hunter dropped his pants to his knees, undid his diaper tapes, and wrapped the whole soggy mess up. Then he wiped over the area with an old bandana from the laundry pile and cinched his pants back up.

Yeah, his cock, which was all right in size, was still sticking up in the waistband, but he had to save it in case he met a nice girl tonight. Not necessarily for the dicking, but for that extra male enthusiasm.

~*~*~*~*~*

Plowing the fields went fine. He worked on his cousin's farm and lived in the guest house. Thank God his cousin never went into the bedroom. He drove his cousin's tractor up and down the fields, plowing the shit out of them, dug into that soil real deep, then took the tractor down the county road to the store.

He got himself a beer, sucked it down on the way back, then took his truck to the local saloon, flipping his newly-minted twenty-one year-old license across his knuckles.

Yeah, all the shit-heads from around town gathered at the Soggy Bottom Saloon. Hunter took special relish in the thought that hardly anyone knew what a real soggy bottom was. Sure, you could sit on your tractor after it'd rained, but that only clung to you until the sun came out.

The bar was much better than the Shitty Britches two towns over.

Anyway, the young farmer fox swaggered in and everyone reminded him of his fuckin' age. All the old farmers, their pot bellies bulging out their overalls or their belly-buttons showing under flannel shirts, greeted him in that derisive manner of shoving twenty beers in his face, all bought for him, yet still demanding they put rubber nipples for baby bottles on the top.

"Jesus fuck, guys, I'll buy my own damn beer. Except this one," Hunter said, plucking one from his dad's aunt's friend's hand. "And these two," he said, grabbing one each from his cousin's father, and that weird guy down the street who had part of his head gone from a tilling accident.

See, that guy needed diapers, but nobody talked about it.

So Hunter carried his three beers to the bar, flashed his ID, then got a fourth one as a gift to him, a Budweiser or Miller or some piss-yellow domestic.

It was all piss-colored in the end.

The fox carried his four clanking bottles around the bar. It was the last place on Earth that allowed smoking--rural Indiana--but Hunter wasn't into that. Had way too many relatives barf up goo like in the _Alien_movies.

He sat on down at a cracked leather stool by a table near a dartboard. The location itself wasn't much, except it afforded him almost a 270-degree view of the place.

And his cock was crawling down his trouser leg; Hunter could see the crack of his balls in the crotch of his jeans.

The girls here were mostly in their upper twenties and mid-thirties. They were past his range, but they were sweet gals. Problem was, they treated him half as their cub, giving him free shit and praising how much of a "big boy" he was, and half as some delicious sexual target. They flopped their tits at him, tits ranging in quality from all right to saggy vacuum bags, in some hope that a penis aged only twenty-one years would straighten out their frizzy fur.

Hunter was a big boy, a young man! Except for this morning, where he was cuddling a stuffed animal and wetting himself.

Then a young vixen entered the bar. Or she'd always been there. Hunter'd not seen 'er. But she was out of her league ... but hold on, now:

Out of my league? I've only been playing with a whiffle bat. I'll knock her out of the park!

_ _ Hunter grabbed his four beers and put two of them on the ground. He was almost stone sober; no need to look like a sad country song. The fox grabbed the other two and carried himself towards the girl, smiling way too hard and feeling like he was carrying an angry possum in his pants.

God, that fox girl was amazing. She had on a cute jean skirt that fell only to her mid-calf, a checkered shirt unbuttoned a couple buttons down, and her hair long, chestnut brown, flowing in curls down her back.

She wore a pair of cowboy boots that were worn down: now that was the key to a good country girl! They had to be worn out, or if they were new, had to have at least a day's dust all over them.

"Hey, I got an extra beer, you want it?" he asked, then immediately regretted it.

He might as well pee his pants now, sulk home, and beat off to cartoon porn.

"Extra beer?" she asked, swinging her head around. "Well Jesus Christ if I ain't met the Pope! Why offer a girl a beer when you can have two, piss in a ditch, then get two more?"

"Hey, yeah, excuse me?" Hunter asked over the commotion, the farmers around him whooping at the sudden gathering, celebrating the young fox's female encounter.

"I'm just kidding," she laughed, taking a beer off his hands and following him back to his table. She had a great swagger to her hips, a lovely, almost plastic swish swish that rang in his ears ...

"I'm glad you've met my Holiness," he said with a chuckle, "so Bless You."

Previously in the middle of a drink, the vixen sprayed beer against the nearest wall and laughed, looking ready to make a remark, but she kept interrupting herself with giggles and bashful wipes of her muzzle. She kept her knees together, but stroked over her beer with both paws, up and down the long neck.

Hunter's ears were on fire, never mind the third leg raging down the sleeve of his jeans that was spewing precum until there was a tiny dark spot.

Fuck! He thought, adjusting himself in his seat, feeling like he could fire off right there and make a big sticky mess down his trouser leg.

"I'm Hunter," he said, trying to get some blood flow above his belt buckle. "You have a boyfriend?"

The vixen chuckled, still holding her beer with both paws. She was kinda nervous.

"Why do you think I'm in a bar?"

"Because you're tired of dick picks on Tinder?"

The vixen had the bottle to her lips, so she had to freeze and swallow before she sprayed again. "Yeah, I guess that's right! Go back to the old school. Truck breaks down? Take a horse to town."

"Truck breaks down? You must drive a Ford."

"Oh, shut up," she smirked. "My name's Lauren, by the way."

"Real pleased to meet you," he answered. "Name's Hunter. So what do you do for fun?"

Hunter fished out the two other free beers, sliding one over. The vixen seemed real at ease, leaning on the table with one elbow, but she kept her back straight and her legs tight together. Her skirt rode up a bit and she caught it quickly, tugging it down to her knees. "After the farming and the chores? Go to bed, mostly," she answered, "but other times I watch sports or cartoons."

"Cartoons are for kids, though."

She shrugged. "May be, but ... " she grinned, rubbing the beer bottle, peeling the top sticker with her claws. Hunter decided to finish her sentence.

" ... sometimes a day of adulting is enough, so it's better to be a kid at night?"

"Yeah!" she agreed, bouncing in her chair.

There was that swish again, a sort of rustling. It sounded damn familiar.

Hunter shrugged it off and he rose his paw for two more beers. When the waitress came over, he stopped. "Hey, actually, can I get a six-pack to go?"

"You're not leaving me now, are you?" Lauren asked. She had a healthy chest on her and it almost knocked over her empty bottle. Her smile was more intoxicating than the beers: in both girls and alcohol, Hunter was a lightweight.

"No, we should see the stars! Get away from this place. You wanna?"

The vixen suddenly got bashful, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling and putting her paws in her lap. "I ... oh, you seem like a good boy. Sure!"

So she grabbed her handbag and they headed out, though it was much less a handbag and much more a laptop bag, damn near a book bag.

"Shit, you carrying a stack of fuel injectors or something?" Hunter asked.

"Padded," she replied, then gasped, slapping a paw against her mouth.

"P-what?"

Her eyes darted about, then she snapped her fingers and explained herself. "Oh, you know, padded with things! Girly things, like uh, tampons and pads. Real big, thick ones for gross days, so gross. Don't look in my bag," Hunter frowned, his eyes going wide. "But but but there's lipstick and makeup and uh shit the whole box set of Sex and the City, and snacks, animal crackers, baby carrots, a sippy cup I mean a water bottle and yeah."

Hunter surveyed her, scowling as he sauntered with her across the parking lot, gravel crunching under their boots. "All right, sure. You're not Batgirl or anything, right?"

She rolled her eyes, slinging her bag over her shoulder and tugging at her skirt again.

She wasn't a dude, was she? Sexiest dude ever if she was.

They got in his truck and it was a huge step up for her. The thing was raised high for off-roading, so she hauled herself up to the step, then the floorboard, then to the seat, always keeping her legs together.

It was strange, the way she was so conscious about her skirt, scared to flash even the tiniest bit of her panties ... she was either hung like a horse or really modest.

Modesty was probably the key. Hunter forgot that, outside of the internet, there were good, clean girls in the world.

The fox started his truck up, let the engine grumble to life, then rumbled on down a few country roads, Lauren sitting straight in her seat, watching the road go by.

In what seemed like a lovely, luxurious eternity, they finally got to a nice mowed clearing that overlooked the lake, a place with a picnic bench and a small dock. There were plenty of stars out tonight, and the young male fox smiled at the vixen, sitting politely with her hands in her lap.

He scooted over the bench seat toward her, trying desperately to hide the raging boner straining the fabric of his right trouser leg, and he was pleased when she scooted next to him, going so far as to slip under his arm.

Her scent was wonderful, a delicate perfume that masked any sort of feminine musk. Come to think of it, he couldn't smell her musk at all, and foxes were naturally fragrant. Lauren's warmth, however, was so pleasing to him, and he loved the feel of her body pressed against his.

"You been a country girl all your life?" he asked her, looking over her face, glancing down at her breasts, then back up. Her chest was not nearly as modest as her skirt: that collared flannel shirt was open a few buttons, and the vixen wasn't afraid to show off the cleavage between her two soft, luscious white mounds.

She caught him looking, then winked at him. "Moved from the city five years ago, actually," she said, her close paw swinging over, stroking his stomach with the back of her knuckles. "People got all hysterical about the elections, then the wrong species of homeless bum got shot, riots exploded ... we got the fuck out of there."

Hunter pulled her closer and she slid against him, a funny plastic whoosh swishing across his leather seats. They made panties out of weird materials nowadays. "I like the city to make my cartoons and video games," he said, "They can keep the rest of their bullshit."

"Don't forget the stadiums. Do you watch sports?" she asked.

Hunter shrugged, then caught her eyes looking down at the pronounced tube straining his pants and the wet spot, the size of a quarter, at the end. He waited for her eyes to come back up, then winked.

Hunter reclined and spread his legs, showing off his cock bulge, then answered her. "Little football, little baseball. Mostly there for family, who loves the stuff."

"I love the men," she said, playing with his shirt buttons. When her head came up to his, they kissed.

The two foxes aged in their low twenties were pent up, so they moved fast, Lauren a bit faster than she'd let on. The vixen was like a rabbit let out into a field, and she had a joyous spring to her as she grabbed at Hunter's chest, at his shoulders, curling against him as their warm mouths met each other.

A faint crinkle struck Hunter's ear as she swung a leg over to straddle him, and he shrugged, reaching up to grope her breasts, squeezing them. Lauren responded in kind, her big brushy tail writhing behind her. She reached down and grasped at the hard mound in his pants, then began stroking up and down the length.

Stars exploded in Hunter's vision, the fox overtaken with pleasure. He murred deeply, undoing the next few buttons of Lauren's shirt and exposed her bra to his paws.

The vixen's skirt began to ride up and she was well past the point of caring. Lauren leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his paws as she fumbled with the male's fly, then belt buckle, then helped herself to the boxer brief cotton wad of his cock and balls that bulged out of his jeans.

His musk hit both of their noses and she moaned in response, ducking down to nibble at his neck, her warm paw cradling his sac and rolling his balls.

Hunter reached back under her skirt and grabbed her ass ... He felt plastic and heard crinkling as he squeezed down, searching for her rump cheeks under panties that seemed really, really thick.

Lauren stopped, sitting up, her face open with shock.

"I ... wow. I told myself I wouldn't go this far, so that's ... hey, confession time ... "

The vixen looked amazing in the moonlight. The border of her fur glowed, silhouetted against the lake behind her. Her beautiful body heaved in a state of half-undress.

Hunter looked down, under the skirt that had ridden up, and saw the downward bulge of a fat, pink diaper.

"You're ... you really are padded," Hunter said in a whisper. "I'm making out with a diaper girl."

The vixen recoiled, leaning back against the dashboard and pulling her skirt down, trying to hide the fat crinkly lump between her thighs. "Stop it! Don't say it like that!"

Hunter had to say the worst thing first. Idiot.

He sat up but didn't shoot forward, giving her space. He put his paws up, trying to cool the situation down.

"I wear diapers too. For fun!" he said. "Or 'cause I can't hold it when I drink, makes no difference."

"You're not wearing one now," she frowned, concentrating on covering her diaper up, her bra still exposed, her breasts heaving with her harried breath.

"They don't fit in my boot-cut jeans! Trust me, I've tried," he said, stroking her paws down at her skirt, then reaching under. "I think you look sexy in a diaper."

Hunter stroked the bulging plastic hanging under her, and felt that it was a bit swollen, a bit firm. He grinned. "Oh, looks like someone's gonna need a change soon. You're wet."

Lauren grinned, pressing against him, straddling him proper. She gave his underwear bulge a few tugs, his cock sticking straight up and stretching the cotton. "You ain't seen me wet."

The vixen took her skirt and rolled it up in its own waistband, completely exposing her diaper. Its hips had frilly pink designs and cartoon princesses printed around the waistband. Down the center, her wetness indicator was definitely indicating a humid evening.

"Ah, shit," Hunter groaned, leaning back as she took him by the shoulders. She kissed him again, pressing her breasts against him as she dragged her diaper against his undie-covered groin pushing her warm, squishy padding against it and grinding.

Hunter gasped at the double sensation, her lips against his and her diaper against his cock. When he tried to fight back, putting his tongue in her mouth, it was too much, and his groin shivered in electric delight as it fired off.

He gasped, bucking his hips against her, moaning into her mouth. He grasped at her hips and her sides. Hunter felt his crotch grow warm, wet, and sticky as he flooded his briefs and jeans with cum.

As he thrust against her, she thrust back.

Lauren rode his ecstatic wave and his insistent hips to a point where she locked up herself, then ducked into his neck and bit his shoulder softly as she shuddered and yipped with her own orgasm, flooding her padding in sweet feminine juice.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eventually, they calmed down enough to talk. She looked up into his eyes, then down at his pants and underwear. It was all soaked in a big sticky mess of cum, gobs of it seeping through his bulge with plenty of dark, musky wetness around his fly.

When she moved and her diaper brushed his knee, she squeaked again, jumping.

"Looks like we both creamed ourselves," she said, slipping out of her skirt.

Hunter stared at his blast zone. "This is the only pair of pants I got ..."

Lauren giggled, crawling over to him on all fours, rustling all the way. She was perfect, absolutely adorable in her princess diaper ... and so sexy with her shirt hanging open, her bra begging to be torn off.

"So, I guess you gotta lose them!" she said, her paws shooting out and pulling his pants down.

"Hey! So what'll I wear?" he asked, feeling the cool of his truck's leather seats against his bare ass.

The padded princess shrugged. "We'll get to that when you actually have to wear something," she said, then grinned as she helped him out of his creamy jeans and boxers, sliding them all the way down to his cowboy boots.

"Shit, those are hard to take off," she said.

"Some country girl you are," he chuckled, kicking them off, blushing as his exposed sheath and balls wiggled with is movements. He took his bottoms off, then she kicked the boots under his feet.

"Put 'em back on," she said.

"Then you take this off," the bottomless fox said, feeling his sheath swell and his cock spring out as he undid the clasp of her bra, exposing her tits to the night air. He leaned in for a kiss, but she pushed his head down into her breasts.

Hunter took a nipple and started sucking, grunting as he grew to full-mast again.

"Wait," he said, breaking his lock on her nipple, gasping for air. He saw her paw reach between his arms, then melted as her fingers grasped around his cock.

Automatically, he started humping.

"I want my face in your diaper," he said suddenly. "Against it, I want to feel it, smell it ..."

"But when do I get this?" she asked, tugging at his knot, getting the last bits of his previous orgasm all over her palm.

"Both, same time," he said, then kicked his truck's door open and led her around, helping her into the truck's bed.

It was pretty amusing to watch her run the few steps to the back. No shirt, tits out and bouncing, big fat pink plastic diaper around her hips. He wanted what was underneath--and he was sure she wanted to share it--but in the meantime, man did she look amazing.

So when she got up on the truck's tailgate, crawling on her hands and knees, he put his face right against her padded ass, nose squishing into that moist stuffing, inches between it and her pussy.

He groaned into it, humping thin air and spraying pre against his license plate.

"Ah! You asshole, get up here!" she laughed, grinding her hips back against him before she grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him up with her.

Lauren threw the boy-fox down on the bed, then straddled him backwards, putting her warm, wet diaper in his face as she put her own between his legs, giving him a proper sixty-nine as she put all six-and-some inches of him into her muzzle.

Hunter didn't know what sensation pleased him best: there was her thick, wet plastic diaper rubbing against his muzzle and a distinct scent of vixen musk seeping through. That orgasm of hers was soaked into the padding. Hunter had to stop himself from biting the diaper to rip the seat right off.

Then there were her breasts pressed against his stomach, large warm, fuzzy mounds rubbing up his shirt, moving it over his body until he found her tits against his naked tummy.

Just too bad they weren't in his face right now.

The diaper was better for now.

Finally, and most importantly, amazingly, succulently, was her hot wet mouth around his cock, suckling at the shaft, her tongue moving across the tip and down the length. A warm pair of paws cradled his balls, moving them, giving gentle tugs.

Hunter kicked his feet in his cowboy boots, thrusting up into her mouth as he nuzzled, rubbed, and inhaled her diaper.

Hunter felt a little pressure, a sort of answer against his nose and lips. Lauren giggled, coyly gyrating her rear against him. The fox felt through the padding, , right against his nose, a hot trickling stream, and realized she was wetting herself.

The fox stroked her back, slowing his thrusts as her diaper swelled, growing warmer and heavier as it sagged against his snout. Lauren sucked slowly on his cock, nursing it like a pacifier.

"Good girl, just let it all out," he said, scratching her sides. She wagged her tail.

Once she was done and the mass between her legs waggled with her every step, Hunter slid out from under her. When she turned around, he kissed her snout.

"Looks like someone needs a change," he said, and she blushed, looking away.

Lauren followed his every move, but when she saw his cock bobbing between his legs, she whined and reached for it. "No, no, you'll get that soon enough," Hunter countered, laying her down.

The fox had to admire her for just a minute. The vixen lay splayed out, her dark chestnut hair spread against the bed of the truck, her breasts resting on her chest and falling a little to each side. Her legs, firm and athletic, lay spread, knees up and thighs apart around a fat pink diaper that had grown dark after her wetting.

Hunter crawled over her, shivering as his cock tapped against her warm, soaked padding, and kissed her on the nose. Then he sat back on his knees, grabbed the tapes, and opened her diaper up.

The front flap was heavy and flopped around as he lay it down on the truck bed, and there he saw the rest of her, wet, fragrant, and pink between the legs.

Hunter knelt down, sniffing. The urine smell was a bit much for him, but that musk! It was intoxicating. The fox straddled the opened diaper, putting his paws on both her knees, then angled his cock down at her pussy, that pair of soft, wet lips crowned by a pink clit.

"Fuck me, Hunter," she whispered, and he needed no more direction. The male fox leaned over her as he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding through those smooth, tight lips and then inside, quivering in pleasure as her warm walls enfolded him.

His balls skipped delicately over her soaked padding, radiating with heat and musk, as he thrust the rest of him into her inch by inch, the knot coming to kiss her pussy lips.

She moved with him, wincing as he penetrated her, then she arched her back, her breasts bouncing up toward her chin as the pleasure took her over. They fucked for a good several minutes, he humping against her, they humping together. Over and over he thrust into her, eyes crossing as her tight passage grasped at him.

Her tits slid up and down on her chest as he bucked into her and she bucked back, legs wrapped around his waist, the diaper hanging from her rear as her hips left the truck bed.

With a final thrust, his knot popped into her and Hunter came, spurting a hot, wet load deep into her. He gasped as he went off, writhing and setting her off as well, murring all the the more as her passage squeezed and milked him for every drop he had, squirting its own juices onto his balls.

*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~

Lauren lay there, panting underneath him, tied to him, careful not to move about too much. She smiled at him, rustling, her diaper cooling off under her.

"Well, you could wear me forever, but why don't we get you into something a little more comfortable?"

Hunter blushed, shivering as her slick, cummy walls moved around his member. "Sure, sure, let me just deflate a bit, first ..."

When his cock shrank and he carefully slid out of her, Hunter murred as some of his spunk squirted back out of her, running out of her shining pink cunny and down to her tailhole.

She lay him down first, admiring his pretty and skinny body, that cute cock that had been slamming into her for the best of fifteen minutes, then grabbed her huge satchel bag and pulled a diaper out of it, one with cowboys and horses on it.

Lauren slid the diaper up under Hunter's rear end, giggling as his cowboy boots thunked against the truck's metal bed. Then she powdered his balls and sheath, then a little lower.

Hunter's paws shot to his groin. "Don't look at my tailhole."

Lauren laughed. "Why? Everyone's got one. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

The fox sighed, smiling as he lay back and let her put baby powder on everything between his legs and below his waist. The smell of talcum powder soothed him ... and the feel of the thick, soft padding under him made his cock swell again.

"Ah fuck ..." he said.

Lauren shrugged, beautiful and naked, still a bit of wetness dripping down her thigh. "You boys and your toys. Just try and point it down when you can," she said, then pet the powder-coated boner and wrapped it up in a cowboy diaper.

Then she let him do her, laying on her back, twitching and murring as he took a wet wipe and cleaned her. He'd been breeding her just ten minutes ago ... now he was cleaning her groin and powdering it up.

Then he wrapped her up in a diaper, grabbed a sleeping bag from the truck's cab, then spread it out in the bed. Lauren grabbed a stuffed animal and cradled it, laying down. He wrapped himself around her, cradling her.

They slept under the stars in the cool of night, padded and happy against each other.

And in the morning, they awoke wet and horny. And after another session, them tearing their wet diapers off each other and fucking until they were hot and sticky yet again, Hunter looked into his truck cab.

"Shit! My pants are still ruined ..."

Lauren snickered, playing with his chest while his cock was knotted inside her. "My skirt's not. Guess we'll have to go back to your house for another change ... guess you get to drive through town only wearing a shirt and diaper."

Hunter blushed, his mind spinning with the girl he'd just picked up.

"Okay, but you're coming with me."

The vixen stretched, arching her back, her bare breasts glowing in the cool, morning light. "I think we're going to have a hard time getting rid of each other."

Hunter smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."