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Peter's Punishment

By Zrathie

A brown otter tossed and turned in his bed. Peter looked across at his nightstand and saw the time. It read 1:34 AM. The otter couldn't sleep. He let out a sigh. He was horny. It had been three weeks since he had last masturbated. His cock seemed to engorge at the slightest breeze. It was getting hard to ignore his needs.

Between work and his chores, he hadn't found the time to leave the non-masturbation zone that covered his town. The non-masturbation zones were set up to discourage so-called degeneracy. They had been put in place under the conservative government and had been praised for their effects of increased productivity on the population.

He would have to travel outside of the town limits just to have a legal wank. It seemed ridiculous to Peter to travel all the way just to paw off. The otter had done so on more than one occasion fearing the stories of people arrested in the night by the secret police. It was better safe than sorry.

Peter laid in bed and his mind began to wonder. Surely they couldn't watch everyone all the time. It must be noisy neighbours reporting on people. It could also be people's internet search history informing the authorities of what they were up to. He was inside his home with the blinds drawn and he hadn't looked up erotica for months. Surely he should stop being afraid of being caught.

He got out of bed and flicked on the light. He went over to the window to make sure that the curtains were closed. He went over to his wardrobe and retrieved a box from the top of the wardrobe. He placed the box on his bed. The box was where he stored something he had ordered that made his heart race. It was from an internet sporting goods store. His hand paws trembled. He had not indulged his fantasy for a while ever since they passed the new non-masturbation zone laws.

He lifted open the small box. Inside was a black one-piece swimsuit designed for female otters. Peter lifted up the garment examined it in his hand paws. He marvelled at the garments texture. He ran his webbed paws over it. The pads of his hand paws savoured the feeling. His pulse quickened and heat welled up in his groin.

The black one-piece swimsuit had a dull shine to it. He bought the garment up to his nose. He huffed in a few good sniffs. The material smelled of faintly of rubber. He sniffed again savouring the scent. He looked around his room feeling a little self-conscious. Thankfully he was alone. So he nuzzled the soft material. He let out a sigh.

He took the swimsuit and laid it flat on the covers of his bed. The otter licked his chops. He couldn't help myself he gave his erection and a good squeeze. He let out a moan. He licked his chops he was going to have fun tonight.

As an otter, he loved visiting the pool. It was there he discovered his fetish for swimsuits. He had tried to deny his fetish for ladies swimwear but it was something that wormed its way into his fantasies. On night browsing the net for swimsuit pictures to paw off to he saw the ad for this beautiful garment. An attractive otter was modelling it but strangely he only cared about the shiny swimsuit how it would feel in his paws and how it shined.

He felt guilty for purchasing an item of clothing just to masturbate in but he lived alone so no one else would know. Besides, it wasn't like it was a fleshlight or dildo an item just used for sex. What else was he meant to do, steal one like some panty thief pervert? No, it was much better to indulge his fantasy by himself. No one else knows that he masturbates wearing ladies swimwear and he wasn't about to tell anyone.

The beautiful black glossy material was setting his lust on fire. He fondled his erection and sucked in a breath. He slipped out of his underwear and began to put on the garment. He slid his thick otter rudder through the tail hole at the back of the swimsuit and then put his legs through each leg hole in turn.

He pulled up the swimsuit over his weeping cock that was hard and sensitive. He pulled up the garment over his middle and placed one of his arms through the arm straps. He repeated the process with his other arm until he was dressed. He adjusted his boner feeling the slick material shift over the sensitive flesh.

The otter reached down and grabbed his balls and gave them a slight squeeze. He could feel the pressure of his pent-up needs through the crotch of the swimsuit. Just looking down at the shining black swimsuit set his lust on fire. He started to pant. It felt so good to have some alone time with his swimwear.

Peter decided it was time for relief. He stared at the garment as he took his hand paw and started stroking his hard cock. It didn't take long for the otter to work himself to climax. The first rope of cum surged out. His load sloshed into the crotch of the swimsuit. Thick ropes of otter cream surged out. His swimwear was already sodden with the first surges of his release but yet more followed.

By the time he had finished, he had such an utterly massive release. The crotch of his swimsuit felt wet all down the front and even up to his belly. It felt great to blow his heavy load. Gooey otter cream was seeping through in some places. Peter's massive load had made an absolute mess of himself. He was proud of his handiwork. Non-masturbation zones could huff his cum soaked crotch. He felt much better now and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Peter opened his eyes he knew something was wrong right away. All he could see was darkness. He tried to move but he found he was restrained by what felt like a straightjacket. His legs, tail and torso were strapped to a bed. He tried to call out but his muzzle was stuffed full by a gag. His muzzle encased with a rubber helmet with only his ears and nose free. All Peter could do was to squirm and bite against the effective restraints. There was no defence for whatever was to come next.

"Peter, you have been convicted of the crime of masturbating in a non-masturbation zone. Temporary memory loss is a side effect of the transport sedative that we gave you." came a voice.

The otter renewed his struggling rolling left and right. How had they found out? He had just fallen asleep and woken up here.

"You have been sentenced to forced diaper use. Your punishment calls for you to be diapered and placed on a high-fluid, high bulk diet. As a result, your bladder and bowel movements will be quite frequent. Don't be alarmed this is quite normal." continued the voice.

Peter stopped struggling as he listened to the male voice. What the hell they couldn't do that to him?

A thick diaper was slipped under his bottom and his sheath was tucked well down as the heavy padding was pulled tightly up between his out strapped thighs and spread over his lower abdomen. The bulk between his thighs felt absolutely enormous. The padding was taped very snugly compressing his abdomen and groin.

"The second part of the punishment is a forced feeding of bowel-stimulating bulk. This consists of bulk fibre, a dose of feminine stool softener, a powerful laxative all mixed with orange juice. This will prompt you will do a bowel movement in your diaper." said the voice.

Peter soon felt the rubber nipple in his mouth start to swell. Suddenly a sweet-tasting paste erupted from the tip of the probe into his mouth. He instinctively swallowed this caused the nipple to collapse forcing more of the gooey past into his mouth. He swallowed again in near panic. More of the sweet tasting paste was pumped into his muzzle. He kept swallowing again and again until he'd been fed the full dose of the paste.

"The last part of your punishment for tonight calls a dose of bladder-stimulating fluids. This consists of two litres of fruit juice with an added dose of diuretic. It will soon be delivered through your feeding gag." said the voice.

Soon a gentle flow of juice poured through Peter's feeding gag. The otter started to swallow as his mouth helplessly filled. The flow was stopped several times allowing his stomach adjust to the high volume. Eventually, he was forced to drink every drop of the fluid. Peter felt the feeding tube being removed.

"That should keep your bladder and bowels busy. We've given you some sleeping agent it's not as severe as the transport.sedative." said the voice.

The next thing Peter realized was that he was being shaken awake. He hadn't remembered falling asleep. Juice began to flow through his feeding gag. He was still helmeted and in restraints so he had to submit to the feeding.

Much more troubling was the state of his diapers. The padding felt cold and damp. He must have wet himself uncontrollably numerous times in his sleep because they had been thoroughly soaked. Whatever they had drugged him with had done a number of his bladder control. He didn't like the fact that he had been forced to wet himself. He felt that he bladder was getting full yet again but he didn't want to willingly let go.

With the helmet still in place, all he could tell was that his tormentors were unstrapping the crotch strap of his straitjacket. They proceeded to remove the tapes from his sodden diaper and pull it free from his body. They washed him with a damp washcloth and he was quickly diapered again. In the same thick diapers from the night before.

He was served a surprisingly tasty breakfast puree. With the helmet on he couldn't really tell if it was breakfast or lunch. After a brief rest, he was given a second feeding. It was more of the nasty slippery bulk fibre. It was forced through the gag. He normally skipped breakfast so having two substantial meals in a row made his stomach felt terribly bloated. They then fed him more juice to top it off. The huge breakfast feeding began to swell in his stomach.

They left him to digest his meal. While he was glad to be in clean diapers he wasn't in a hurry to use them. His bowels felt quite backed up and his bladder was just beginning to get annoying. He wasn't going to give his tormentors the satisfaction of willing using his diapers. He was going to hold his bodily functions until he no longer could. No doubt they were feeding him all this fibre to force him to do a bowel movement. Peter squirmed in discomfort and moaned into his gag to try to signal for some relief of any kind.

His tormentors seemed to be answering his pleas. He felt himself being unstrapped from his bed. He was guided to his feet by two sets of hands and marched across the room. He swept his thick tail about in an attempt to knock one of them over. He was caught off guard when he was grabbed via a buckle on the top of his helmet. He was soon under their control again. He felt someone strap a harness around his middle. It was quickly buckled shut.

After he had been strapped into the harness it was soon connected to several elastic ropes. Under his foot paws were springy tiles. The floor seemed the have some bounce to it. The elastic ropes were soon being raised upwards. Pulling his body up higher until he was standing on his toe pads on the springy floor. It was hard to balance himself with his arm wrapped up in the straitjacket.

The harness was putting now uncomfortable pressure on his middle. He knew that he was in trouble. He normally did a bowel movement of a morning and his urge to defecate was getting harder to ignore. It was made all the worse by the bulk fibre and laxative feeding the night before. He refused to mess his diaper. He just had to hold on. He felt quite bloated and uncomfortable. With the tight harness pressing on his abdomen adding to the bloatedness.

They had kept him in locked up in diapers all night and he wasn't going to give in to the humiliation of soiling it. They may have forced him to wet himself but that was one thing soiling it was another. He was in the helmet and gagged so all he could do was make unintelligible grunts. He started to huff in breaths through his nose as he stood on his toe pads trying not to move.

His insides sent an audible gurgle in protest of his current position. Peter felt heat rise to his face in complete shame. Peter had no intention of bouncing around. He stood straight and kept still as possible. His toe pads were starting to ache from their unnatural position. Soon his foot paws were trembling from the strain of holding up his body weight. He wouldn't be able to stand on them for much longer.

The trembling of his foot paw slowly increased until he just had to stand flat on the floor. As he lowered his weight the tension in the elastic ropes grew. Just as the balls of his paws was about to touch the floor the ropes sprung back lifting the otter from the ground violently. He bounced in the air when he came down his foot paws bounced off the springy tiles that covered the floor. This propelled him into the air a second time.

His bloated abdomen didn't like this movement at all. His bowels started to send cramps in protest. Peter had to stop himself bouncing. He focused his effort on stopping eventually he arrested his movement and stood on his toe pads once again. Peter could hear his insides gurgle loudly. He was sucking in breath into his gag from the effort to stop and stand still. The cunning bastards must have designed this set up to force him to soil himself.

Peter's bowels were getting worse the laxative laced bulk fibre meal from the night before was doing a number on him. Again the uncomfortable thoughts of the mess he would make if he didn't get out of his diapers soon popped into his head. He was going to be forced to use them soon but he had to fight otherwise they would have his mind. His unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the ache in his toe pads that held up all of his weight.

His toe pads gave way and he jerked down roughly to the floor. The elastic ropes jerked him high off the ground. He foot paw desperately searched out for some purchase on the springy tiles. He found none and bounced up and down in his harness. He was desperate to stop himself from moving. His bouncing motion made more cramps in his abdomen all most unbearable.

Slowly he stopped himself from moving and stood up on his toe pads again. Bowel cramps still racked his abdomen but at least he was standing still. His paws had started to sweat from all the excretion of trying to keep still. His abdominal cramps were not fading this time. They were getting stronger. He was going to void himself soon whether he wanted to or not.

Sometime later he went bouncing again. There was only so much time he could hold still before he needed to rest his aching foot paws. His bowels were screaming for release as he bounced he could feel his pucker spasm trying to hold back. He mustered all his effort to stop bouncing around. He came to a stop atop his trembling foot paws that were now slick with sweat. They left sweaty paw prints on the rubber tiles.

The muscles of his anus had had enough and to Peter's horror, his bowels erupted. There was no stopping the soft muck filling the seat of his diaper. It was soon followed by a more rapid evacuation. His bowels surged as more and more of his thick waste flowed into the seat of his diaper. His diaper seat expanded as more of his waste surged out. His stretching paws flinched as he felt the disgusting mess continue to pack his diaper.

Thankfully it was over but a new horror came to Peter's realisation he was still trapped in the bouncer in a full diaper. His foot paws were growing steadily more tired as the minutes passed. He was desperate to keep standing it worked for a time but soon his sweaty foot paws gave in. The seat of the diaper was pushed up mashing his waste around he could feel the sludge move it was sickening.

He went bouncing all the while the thick mess was spread all around the inside of his diaper. He was in an absolute state. He wrenched inside his gag. He hoped that they would save him from this torment soon. To add insult to injury his distended bladder that he had been holding since he had awoken finally collapsed. It soaked and warmed his crotch with a hot stream of otter piss adding to his soiled state.

Peter was devastated and totally humiliated by this helpless loss of control of all his bodily functions. All he could do was remain on full display helmeted and restrained with the degrading evidence of his helpless situation contained in his soaked, soiled diapers.