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The day came to him in warm, soft colors. The young adult cheetah reclined atop a downy-soft pad and viewed above him a leisurely flock of nondescript shapes winding their way through space, rotating languidly, chasing each other in slow, dreamlike reverie.

His eyes focused gradually, his long, thin body stretching itself over the gentle, velvety mattress, his form swaddled completely in one-piece fleece pajamas from his toes to his paws to his shoulders.

His brow, also toasty, was covered by a large hood that drew a line across the top of his vision, the fuzzy canopy suffused with the light of the room. Above him, traveling in long, easy arcs in and out of his visions, a tinkling musical mobile of rocketships, stars, and planets rotated.

The tranquil kitty stretched out on his mattress, plushie in hand, and his knuckles gently tapped against the bars of his crib, the white painted supports holding a railing high overhead, one he could put his chin on if on tip-toe.

He was at peace in this pure, soft, safe place of rest, and suckled on a large pacifier as the waters of sleep lapped at his brain.

Kioga felt a firm, insistent pressure within his body, a natural, polite request from his tummy that they'd like his help with their important job.

The impulse itself was imbedded much more below his tummy, and Kioga remembered in drowsy, simple reverie that this was the "potty protocol," in the words of his space adventures.

The cheetah curled his toes and wrapped both arms around his plushie; he planted both feet closer to him so his knees could bend, he spread his legs, and took a long, slow, deep big breath.

He buried his head in his plushie, a rabbit named Tad, and pushed.

His potty came to him as a long, winding worm that wandered out of him and squished into his padding, bunching up against the warm material and then curling back on itself, smooshing up against his bottom as he continued pushing his "potty payload" out.

His seat expanded under his tail, faint crinkling noises whispering under his pj's as his potty protocol went to brown alert. He felt the bands of his nappy tense as the garment grew heavier, and felt his bottom grow warm as his mess piled up and squished across the bottom of his cheeks.

Kioga heard a poot as the first dungworom smooshed in the base of his diapie, then a little squelch as warm, liquid mud squirted from his tailwrinkle. Getting an earthy, brusque whiff of the load he was piling up in the exit bay, the cheetah buried his muzzle further into Tad the rabbit, smelling the familiar freshness of powder and flowers. He then turned to his side, his stomach plumped out as his body politely, but insistently, asked him for more help.

Kioga grunted, feeling the whole weight of the stinkylump shift against his bottom, pulling at his small hips, then lifted his top leg up as he felt his tailwrinkle spread again and push out a big, long, swirly doody-snake into his piled-up seat.

His body felt a lot lighter, a lot cleaner, a lot better, but it felt like he'd grown an extra butt as he tried to roll onto his back again. However, his fat, lazy stinkylump didn't wanna help, instead squishing against his buttcheeks and piling up against him, forming a big mound for him to roll over.

Feeling really sleepy and kinda liking the warm, smelly lump under his tail, Kioga put his thumb in his mouth, hid his head in Tad, and closed his eyes to a new, rushing warmth that flooded around his doodle into his padding.

Kioga awoke to the sound of a kind, deep chuckle, and when he moved his head upward his nose smooshed into a large, musky bulge wrapped in cotton.

"Wh-wha?" He asked, pushing himself upright. When he tried to pull his legs under him, a significant, squishy weight crinkled against his bum as it anchored him.

The earthy, stinky smell tickled his nose again, so he put his face back into that warm, fragrant bulge that first titillated him.

"Kitty need his litter-bag changed?" asked the deep voice.

Kioga looked up, scrunching his muzzle as the bulge seemed to grow, swelling against his lips.

Above him loomed Lugo in a handsome sailor outfit, white with a broad navy collar and scarf tied below the neck. The cheetah's chin rested against a pair of too-tight sailor short-shorts that stopped just below the groin, clutching against his wolf boyfriend's excellent virile form.

The material had to have some spandex in it, as the bulge kept growing until the material was perfectly stretched against a handsome set of balls and a fat pudgy shaft at half-mast.

Kioga felt a tingling of his own, feeling his own doodle grow against his heavy, moist padding.

He sat up, letting out a lewd sort of purr as his small rump mooshed into the thick, sticky bulk stretching out the back of his padding.

"Oooof," he gasped as he spread his legs, feeling his doodle swell twice its size in its sodden safehaven. The mound in his onesie was obvious, boner or not. When Lugo looked down and let out a louder, lower chuckle, Kioga hid his face in his rabbit and sucked his thumb.

"You've been a busy boy, but you're not going to go far with a heavybutt like that!"

Kioga wiggled, which to his delirious, stiffie detriment just squished more of the stuff up and down his bum. He didn't know when his buttcrack ended and the mess began.

"It's just a little leak..."

"It looks like you're wearing a pillow, sport!" Lugo laughed, then he bent over to pick up his foot-shorter, hundred-pounds-lighter boyfriend out of his large crib.

Lugo was at full-flag at this point with a darkening spot at the tip of his too-short shorts. Kioga could only stare at the beauty as he bent down, bulge pointing between his legs, and showed off a cotton-covered lupine powerhose nearly a foot long.

It was almost as thick as his wrist. The cheetah wrapped his legs around Lugo's waist as the wolf carried him. He expected his boyfriend to put one of his powerful arms underneath his smooshy, messy bum for support, but instead felt himself resting on a thick, rigid heat.

Both of Lugo's arms were around his body.

Kioga let out a hot sigh, feeling his felinehood swell to its full, modest length in his soaked diaper, pushing hard into the padding without his help.

The cheetah began rubbing his fat, soiled rear against the length supporting him, feeling his soaked, swollen front squish up against the wolf's firm, washboard abs.

Lugo let out a low growl, loving the soft, squishy heat drag up and down his cotton-wrapped shaft. Pre squirted out into his shorts, darkening the tip and running down the underbelly of his shaft. A soft bip on the hardwood floor told him he was already dripping.

"Mmmn," he murred, stroking a paw down Kioga's back as he ground his wet, messy diaper against the wolf's arousal, driving him on, "we got a horny kitty on our paws."

The crinkle that came from the cheetah's swollen private area filled Lugo's ears, hypnotizing him into a humping motion. Kioga's stink filled his nostrils--there was so much of it, forming a groove on either side of his cock as he thrust against his moist cotton shorts.

The dark spot grew bigger, freely running along the underbelly and dripping on the floor.

Lugo knew he should take them off and finish Kioga properly--hump his mouth and finish on his face--but this was just too good.

His balls churned in his tight shorts, each one highlighted individually in the fabric, heavy and growing muskier by the second.

Lugo grabbed the back of Kioga's onesie and pulled the flap open, exposing Kioga's diaper and releasing a thicker cloud of stink into the air.

"Ah!" Kioga gasped, feeling himself exposed. He tried to reach back and recover the buttflap, but Lugo smacked his paw away and licked his nose, doubling down on his grinding.

Since the stink it was not his own, Lugo instinctually cringed, but was brought back when he saw Kioga's delirious face, eyes crossed as he worked that fat, swollen diaper against his cock and belly.

Lugo humped against him, this time against naked plastic, feeling the crinkle, the heat, and the squish as a soaked, padded, hot bulging front rubbed against his belly over and over.

He couldn't stop thrusting against it, thrusting along his boyfriend's messy bottom. Lugo's breath drew short as he felt his cock twitch, drawing near.

Kioga was in heaven, distantly satisfied that he'd stopped his boyfriend in the middle of the hall, more satisfied that, in his most desperate need of a change, he got to wallow in it a little longer, driving himself to the edge, feeling positively naughty as pee squished back into his fur and his soiled behind ground itself again and again against its terrible, slick mess, dirtier and sticker by the second.

Kioga gasped and straightened up, then grabbed Lugo by the cheeks and kissed him on the mouth. His whines came in rhythmic pumps, his soiled tailhole clenching over and over, and his cock squirted jets of cum into the recesses it had previously soaked.

Lugo grunted and thrust hard against Kioga's saggy rump, gasping through his nose as Kioga's raspy tongue entered his mouth. His own cock erupted into his shorts--his best shorts!--and he felt the white, wet heat squirt out of the tip onto the floor, some of it swinging back and gluing itself against the underside of his lewd and tight whities.

Sexual sobriety came slowly, Lugo with a cotton-wrapped, cum-soaked cock tight against a large, saggy, swollen plastic diaper worn by his sensual, svelte boyfriend in a onesie, moist with sweat.

The smell was pretty fresh; Lugo wondered if Kioga had shit himself during their frotting.

"Looks like we both need a change, sport," Lugo gasped out in low husks.