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You knew exactly what was coming. You knew you were doomed the moment you read the text from Master. "Open your bag. Eat the snack I made for you exactly one hour before leaving work."

Now you're stuck in behind a wreck, and your bowels feel like they are going to explode. As your car inches forward at agonizingly slow pace you reach towards the passenger seat for your bag. Pulling your phone out of the bag you click it on and go straight to your messenger. "Master, I'm stuck in traffic and my tummy hurts really bad."

You press send and to your surprise and relief you see Master typing a response instantly. The relief only lasts a moment as your stomach lets loose and angry gurgle. You squeeze your sphincter tight and cross your legs while making sure to keep your foot on the brake. After ten seconds the pain from the latest cramp fades and you check your phone once more.

You see a new message from Master. "What do you want to do, Cub?"

Typing as fast as your thumbs will move you respond. "There's a gas station a mile ahead. Do I have your permission to go potty there?" You send the message and put your phone on top of your bag, saying a quick and silent prayer to any divine power that will listen.

Of course, Master takes his sweet time to respond. As you inch closer and closer to the turn in your eyes dart back and forth from the road to your phone. With no more time to decide you make your call and turn into the gas station. Sweat is starting to form on the tips of your fur, and you look at your phone only to see Master still typing his response. For two more agonizing minutes you wait in silence until Master sends his message.

Unfortunately for you, Master isn't feeling very generous today. "No, cub, you may not. And if you mess yourself then you are going 24/7 diapers, Paci, baby clothes, the works until the end of the year. Now get home." You let out a loud whine as your gut lets out an indignant gurgle.

Taking a deep breath you swallow dryly and abandon your parking spot at the gas station. Fate decides to give you a small consolation, and despite the traffic jam, you're able to get back onto the road with relative ease in a few seconds.

Suffering in silence you make the rest of your journey home. Thanks to the wreck what would have been a ten minute drive turns into a half-hour ordeal. Despite everything, including a few very close calls, you manage to keep your pants nice and clean.

Pulling up to the edge of your driveway you grip the steering wheel and brace yourself. Your poor body is ready to cut loose and it's going to take everything have to keep from ruining your pants the moment you stand up.

Coming to a complete stop you remove the keys from the ignition and throw your phone on top of your bag. Deciding to come back for your belongings later you open the car door and slowly slide both of your legs out of the car and plant your feet firmly on the ground. You've decided that making a break for the house is the best option. Taking one final breath you get ready for the run of your life.

After all your mental preparations are done you jump to your feet and dart towards the front door. You're only able to take a few steps before nature makes another demanding call, causing a fart to involuntarily slip out between your cheeks. You screech to a halt and throw your paws over your tailhole. You can feel that the gas was merely the engine for a massive train, and so you put everything into holding the poop.

In your moment of near defeat you gaze to the front window and see Master staring at you with a huge, satisfied grin on his face. He winks at you and chuckles just enough for you to know that he's laughing at your predicament.

Despite your displeasure with his smugness you know better than to ever show anything besides love and gratitude towards Master. You find a small amount of unused energy in yourself and use it to form a weak smile that you present to Master as the rest of your body concentrates on not messing.

After what feels like an eternity the urge to poop recedes enough for you to move again. You walk into the house and knowing the procedure well; you stand up nice and tall with your back straight, presenting your best to Master. He chuckles to himself again and approaches you. Without warning he reaches out and gives you two hard parts right on your stomach. "Did you enjoy your treat? Cub?"

Once again managing to defy the odds you hold everything in and answer. "Yes, Master, it was delicious. May I please use the potty?"

Not answering immediately Master pulls out his phone. After fiddling with it for a few seconds he holds it up and points towards you. "Why do you want to go potty, Cub?"

"I need to poop, Master." You respond, never once losing your forced chipperness.

"Is that right? You want to poop in the potty? Why don't you tell me what you are?"

With a hard swallow you answer. "I..." you trail off as your stomach lurches. Despite all your training you can't help but let your smile buckle at the pain, if only for a second. "I'm a cub, Master." You manage to stammer out while refocusing anew on keeping your pants clean.

"Don't cubs use their diapers?" Master continues his teasing.

The cramp is bearable this time, leading you to use some spare energy to puff your chest up and boldly say. "big cubs use the potty, Master!"

Laughing heartily Master responds. "I supposed you think you're a big cub then? Well, I supposed you DID make it home without having an accident, so I tell ya' what, kiddo, if you can wait for five more minutes while Master sets up a video camera so I can get everything on tape, I'll let you use it."

Turning his head he continues. "But if you can't wait any more, or you don't want Master to make a video showing all his friends what a big cub you are, then I'll get a nice, thick diaper on you."

"Grr..." Your stomach interjects. As much as you'd love to use the toilet, there's no way your'e going to wait any longer than you need to.

"May I use the diaper, please? Master?"

He smirks at you. "That's what I thought! Give me just a sec." With that he pulls a plain white, thick diaper off the nearby couch and approaches. Using his skillful paws and years off expeinrece he pulls your pants and underwear down around your ankles and unfolds the diaper. In just a matter of seconds you feel the final tape being snuggly fastened around your waist. Now finishing, he stands up straight and looks you in the eye.

Without warning he leans forward and give you a big kiss before whispering, "Okay, Cub, you may use your diaper now."

You take a few steps forward away from Master. You latch your paws onto the back of the couch and walk forward until the firm back of the couch is softly pressing against your colon. You bend your body forward and lean over while lifting your tail into the air.

"Pfft...BLORT!!!" an explosion followed by an out of control train rapidly exits your body and settles into the seat of your diaper. "Hnng...ugh...aaaaahhh" you can't help but cry out as an extreme wave of relief washes over your being. Master walks forward and beings gently stroking your back with one paw while softly scratching your ears with the other, helping your aching body relax to let the mess out.

Once the initial burst is done you retake some control. You squat down while keeping one paw firmly planted on the back of the couch and being softly pushing your bowels. Letting out a few soft grunts and you let the last little bit into your padding.

The encouragement from Master's rubbings, as well as the last bits of his special snack still inside your body makes the whole thing easy. Finally finishing your business you stand up feeling one million percent better a shiver of relief mixed with ecstasy rushes up your tail as you stand up straight and face Master, giving him the biggest, most satisfied grin you've ever mustered in your entire life.

Master bends forward and kisses you on the check before stepping forward fully and embracing you in a hug. "Does my Cub feel better now?" He teases as he wrinkles his nose and pats the messy seat of your diaper.

"Yes Master, I feel much better now." You say followed by another content sigh.

"That's good, Cub" he pulls head head back and looks you in the eye, while his embrace stays warm and loving his nurturing face soon melts into a wicked grin. Before you have a chance to process what that truly means he begins talking. "Because this count's as you messing yourself, so after dinner we're going to buy you enough clothes to last you the year, and of course some extra pacis."

Your eyes widen. "But! Master!"

He breaks his hug and backs up while smirking at you. "No buts, Cub, now go play. I'll change that diaper in an hour."