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Myles stirred as the couple's alarm clock emphatically demanded they wake up. He untangled an arm from the mess of sheets and rolled over to batter the siren into submission with several clumsy strikes until he connected with the off button. He'd rather have hit snooze, but the way his morning erection struggled painfully against its steel prison still locked obstinately around his swollen sheath was more than enough to keep him from peacefully drifting off once more. The silver ram stretched and unleashed an immense yawn. As he contorted to soothe his sleep-stiff muscles he felt an unfortunately familiar moisture around his lower belly and nether regions.

The drowsy caprine had expected a bit of dampness from the mix of lube and his master's spunk leaking out of his sore hole and into the seat of his briefs once the hefty plug that was inserted into him the previous afternoon was finally removed as they prepared to turn in for the night, but what he felt greatly surpassed a meager, soggy stain beneath his perky tail. Slowly opening his dazzling sky-blue eyes with no small amount of dread, the groggy fur pulled himself upright and stared down at this lap. A dark, sopping wet patch had spread across wide across the blanket on his half of the bed that he shared with his mate. An unmistakable, acrid scent emanated from it.

The meek anthro threw the sheet covering him aside and he saw that his snug underwear, once as immaculately white as the snowy fur of his underbelly was drenched and stained a drab yellow. He had peed even more than he had the afternoon before and the smell was far more concentrated due to it being an overnight bladder full. He didn't know just how long it had been seeping into his pelt and the mattress and hoped that any unpleasant discoloration or odor to either wouldn't render themselves permanent.

"Not again...not again...why does this keep happening!?" He huffed to himself in a hushed whisper, trembling with nervous confusion.

He'd never been prone to bed-wetting before, not even when he'd had far too much to drink. It had been at least two decades since his last accident, but now the last two times that he had slept he'd failed to hold his urine. The mortified sheep felt his lover stir beside him. The slender rat yawned and gave a tremendous stretch as he sat up. The blanket spread across his thighs did little to mask the bulge of his rigid length. Myles was surprised that their gratuitously loud alarm hadn't roused him a moment earlier when it first screeched, though the rodent had always been a heavier sleeper than his cherished pet.

Looking listlessly over to his slave the vermin's expansive black eyes glanced down at what had the ram so preoccupied and a wicked, buck toothed grin slowly spread across his face.

"You did it again, didn't you?" Garco asked, voice dripping with amusement, as his dexterous claws plucked something unseen from his ears and he reached over to his bedside table to retrieve his cell phone. His smile remained apparently quite pleased, despite seeing that the battery had died in the night.

"Y-yeah, I did. I don't know why..." the uneasy bighorn stammered, extracting himself from the soaked bedding and peeling off his saturated briefs, leaving the shining metal of his cock cage plainly visible. Naked before his master, it was easy to discern that the faint golden splash across the bottom portion of the previously pale fur that covered his front and crotch had gotten worse due to the heavy nocturnal wetting as well.

"Well, hurry and take the sheets off before it all soaks into the bed. Then hop in the shower," his owner commanded before standing up himself and wandering into the bathroom. "And don't leave your wet underwear on the carpet!" He added patronizingly, voice reverberating off of the linoleum in the other room.

The caprine's cheeks stayed warm as he stripped the bed of its moist trappings and deposited them into the laundry hamper. Once finished he scooped up his soiled shred of clothing and shuffled into the restroom. His hooves echoed on the tile as he trundled to the sink and wrung out the dripping attire before dropping it in. His amused keeper leaned casually against the counter and motioned to the shower with a rosey paw, while the other hooked beneath his balls as if offering them to his mate.

"Kneel in there," he ordered with a smirk. "If you're going to reek of piss at least everyone who smells you should know you're mine."

A shiver of anticipation went through the embarrassed anthro, but the sheep did as demanded and clambered into the porcelain tub. He timidly sank to his haunches, facing his dominant partner.

"Keep your mouth open. Don't swallow anything until I say you can. If you don't do exactly as told you'll be punished even worse- I might very well throw your key away," Garco explained. "It's time to discipline you for wetting the bed."

The rodent spread his legs shoulder width apart and squared his hips as he stepped before Myles. The ram had quickly done as told and his muzzle was parted wide, ready for use by his domineering master. His rat lover grabbed the tip of his penis and directed it toward his mate's open maw. Within seconds a hot stream of bitter piss began to flow from his cock. The spray struck accurately onto the sex slave's tongue, who he had to fight the urge to close his jaw or flinch away. The pungent liquid quickly filled his awaiting mouth and started gushing out over his lip and trickling down his chin. Once the obedient fur couldn't hold anymore, Garco angled his torrent downward and splashed a wide arc across the bighorn's fluffy chest before finally settling the dying surge on marking his tiny, secured sheath.

The vermin sighed with relief as he finished by milking the last few amber droplets out of his length and shaking it dry over his toy's face, sprinkling his forehead, snoot, and cheeks with salty precipitation.

"Good boy. Now swallow it," he instructed.

With some effort, given the volume, the caprine gulped the steaming, rodent piss down and grimaced at the sour tang to the vile mouthful. He was glad to have it off of his tongue, but the unpleasant flavored lingered mockingly.

"Maybe I should just use you as my urinal until you stop soaking yourself with piss," Myles' controller mused. He enjoyed tormenting the ebony-horned submissive as much as his servant enjoyed being violated, and Myles' unusable maleness gave an involuntary throb at the prospect. The rat's shaft also started swelled at the idea, growing rigid in his palm. He leered down at his kneeling, urine-soaked pet and raised a brow suggestively.

The sheep immediately knew what was expected of him. His own testicles ached, reminded of his denial the day before and its more than likely numerous repeats in the near future. He leaned forward and placed a hand behind his lover's sac, one of his hooved fingers resting at the base of his master's cleft. The other he wrapped around the base of his erect, pink phallus before him. He licked his lips which still held the revolting taste of his owner's morning relief and then engulfed the thick member in the heat of his muzzle. He wrapped his tongue around the warm, hard erection and suckled. He was still horny from the previous evening, making him ravenous to be used. Saliva mixed with pre dribbled from his jaw as he bobbed all of the way down his superior's engorged rod.

"That's right, whore. Please your master," Garco mandated, thrusting his hips forward and gagging his partner, reveling in the feeling of his balls butting up against against his sex toy's chin. "Taste a real cock! Not like your locked up little lamb dick..." He taunted huskily, already drawing close to climax after only moments of pistoning into ram's well-trained mouth.

With a throaty groan of satisfaction, the white-pelted rat gripped his slave's twisted horns in his slender paws and plunged so deep into his property's maw that the caprine nearly choked. Garco hissed in delight as he shuddered and leaned forward, putting his weight on his toe-claws. He pumped several pulses of his gooey load onto the back of Myles' tongue. Waves of viscid seed erupted into his eager muzzle. He struggled to swallow it all without suffocating, but soon enough the vermin's orgasm subsided and the rodent pulled out of his partner's mouth, dragging a glistening strand in the inches between the tip of his spent length and his lover's wet lips. He squeezed the last globs of cum from his penis wiped it across the top of his mate's snoot, trailing frosted streaks across the deep silver fur.

"You disobeyed my orders, pet," Garco said sharply, once his post-release surge of lethargy and passed. The sheep was instantly confused. He couldn't think of a rule that he had broken in the past couple of minutes. "I told you not to swallow anything until I said to. I let you drink my piss, but I never told you to swallow my spunk. You're just racking up punishments left and right today. We'll have to be a bit more...severe for your next one. Out of the tub and on your hands and knees!"

Myles quickly did as commanded, crawling out onto the bathroom floor and dripping onto the tile. The rodent sat on the closed toilet lid, perpendicular to him. He ran his paw down his subordinate's spine and over his speckled hips. He played with his fluffy tail for a tantalizing moment before dropping lower and letting his agile claws graze the puckered tailhole below. The rat pressed against it with his middle digit and considered fingering his piss-soaked treasure, but decided against it. His frisky lover wriggled back against the teasing, lifting his rump and perky (albeit damp) tail.

'Perfect,' thought Garco.

Without warning, he suddenly drew his arm back and smacked it forward, quickly enough to create an audible whoosh. The echo of the harsh spank was thunderous in their small bathroom. Myles yelped in shock at the sharp stinging sensation on his ass and struggled to stay still, knowing that the rodent would only make it worse if he fidgeted or cried out too much. A second later the domineering rodent repeated the strike, the pain even more intense the second time as the bite from the first blow had yet to fully ebb.

"That's two. I want you to count the rest for me," he said, both quiet and forceful, into the sheep's downturned ear.

"T-three," the ram managed to verbalize in a wavering voice as his buttocks was struck again, his damp fur amplifying the pain. He whimpered and as the next paw slapped his rear he bleated involuntarily before sharply exhaling and counting "four." The chastened caprine continued to tally the spanking as the searing agony across his backside lingered and built. The striped rat appeared to know just how long between strikes for the piercing numbness to subside and gain the most impact out of each swat. Occasionally he paused for several seconds to gently run his paw across his lover's hindquarters almost soothingly, before cruelly lashing at it again. Tears welled up in the submissive's eyes, but he endured the punishment. Eventually Garco seemed satisfied at twenty-six precisely landed smacks.

"One swat for each year you are, just like you'd use to punish a cub," he explained, drumming his fingers along Myles' aching rump and feeling the warmth radiate from it. He then stood and tossed a towel onto his mate's still arched back from the small stack next to the sink. "Wipe down and dry off, but don't shower. Then get dressed. We've got errands to run and- apparently- laundry to do. If you're going to be a bedwetting little bitch then you might as well smell like one all day."

The ram did as he was told, acutely aware of how much he reeked of his lover's marking. He hoped that it was only so potent a scent because his nose was so near to the source and that once he'd been outside in the fresh air, the aroma would abate somewhat.

After the pair had dressed, they left their home went about their day. It was a Saturday, so everywhere they stopped was crowded and busy. With each anthro that they passed Myles wondered how much attention they were paying to the odors around them. Certainly there was no way that the furs with stronger senses of smell wouldn't recognize the distinct whiff that emanated from his coat. He blushed furiously at the thought all day. The idea that other furs knew that he was owned and degraded made his sheath continually fight against its steel confines, even though gaining a full erection would be a futile endeavor. Throughout it all, the chaste anthro's abused ass remained sore, reminding him of the morning's discipline. After paying a handful of bills, gathering some groceries at the farmers' market and having large cups of coffee all the while, of course, Garco had his slave turn the couple's car into a parking lot for a pharmacy and its adjoining convenience store on their way home.

"Why are we here?" The sheep asked of his mate, who had a impish smile slowly blooming across his face.

"You've clearly started to have a problem holding your pee yesterday. I'm not going to go through the trouble of having the bed sheets washed everyday. Until your issue clears up we need to get you some protection for bed," the rat explained, drawing out the pertinent word. The caprine winced as he immediately realized what his owner meant. "That's right, pet, you're going to buy yourself some padding. Make sure that you get some diapers that will hold up overnight. Something thick."

They strolled to the store's entrance together, but Garco stopped short of passing through doors. The vermin held up his unfinished coffee and swilled it slightly to indicate that he didn't intend to bring the beverage into the shop.

"Go on in. I'll be waiting for you make your purchase here; I don't want any confusion as to who the diapers are for," he stated, taking a sip of his drink. "And for that matter, buy from a cashier. If you so much as think about using a self-checkout station, this morning's punishment will seem like nothing. And do hurry, I want to get home in time for you to take care of the laundry tonight."

Myles gulped skittishly as the situation went from bad to worse. For some reason buying diapers by himself seemed to much more embarrassing task than doing so while having someone stand by his side. Maybe company made the interaction seem more casual? It was a feeling that he couldn't quite pin down. He supposed that he should be grateful that his authoritative partner wasn't at this side. With the rat's penchant for humiliating him it would be easy for the purple-streaked rodent to loudly make demeaning remarks about his recent bedwetting for all around to hear, and that was if he didn't come up with something more creative. Garco had always found evermore clever ways to debase his mate.

With a deep breath the bedwetting bighorn steeled his resolve and strode in. The ram had to make a circuit of the store in his search for adult diapers, passing several other anthros along the way, though luckily none that he recognized. The pharmacy was rather bustling, but then again it was weekend with many furs coming and going for minor things as they flitted about the city on their day off of work. Soon enough, he spotted the sign advertising "incontinence products" at the head of an aisle. Right as he turned down the corridor he felt his face and ears flush and his heart thump erratically. The abashed sheep became acutely aware of all of the sounds around him. Footsteps, voices; they assaulted his senses. It was as though everyone in the store was immediately close.

Steadying himself, the caprine steadied his breathing and focused his perception on what was right in front of him, blocking out the anxiety-inducing presence of others in the shop. He scanned the shelves, surprised at the variety of choice. His master had ordered that he find thick overnight diapers, so anything discreet he may wish to buy was, lamentably, out of the question. With the volume he released the night before, thin padding that is intended to be easily concealed might not help all that much anyway. He hurried to find some that would work. He found a brand and type that fit Garco's specifications and bent down to retrieve a bulk package, figuring that if he purchased the largest quantity he could then it would minimize the number of times he would have to endure the nerve-wracking shopping trips required for them if his night-time issue continued.

Myles swore under his breath as he found that his size was unfortunately sold out.

"Can I help you find anything?" A relaxed voice asked from several feet to his side.

He turned and blushed furiously, ears drooping in shame, as he saw a vulpine employee standing at the mouth of aisle, male and roughly his age with attractive features and a handsome mask. The ram sputtered tongue-tied for a moment before managing to squeak out, barely discernible, "Do you have these in medium?" His voice wavered as he spoke and motioned to the diapers he was interested in. The fox sniffed the air for a moment as a curious scent wafted by. He ever-so-slightly cocked a brow and eyed the caprine up and down for a moment as an amused smirk played at the edges of his muzzle.

"Let me check in the storeroom for you. I'll be right back," he responded to the clearly self-conscious sheep, before turning on his heels and wandering away, leaving Myles awkwardly shifting from hoof to hoof as he loitered amongst the rather embarrassing selection of goods. As he fidgeted about he caught sight of Garco, just barely visible through the gaps in medication advertisements adorning the tall glass windows that stretched across two faces of the building. Though he was pointedly looking away, the bighorn could see the hint of a self-assured smile on his face. The rat suddenly glimpsed his toy out of the corner of his eye and his smug grin widened slightly.

It seemed as though ages passed before the staff member returned carrying a package of the selected size and brand. He handed the sizable package to the humiliated anthro with an intentential smile. His nostrils flared, tasting the air again, as he drew close. His keen fox snout no doubt noticing the traces of urine on his fur. Between Myles' self-conscious body language and the scent of pee the cute canid must have guessed that the padding was for him.

"Here are your diapers, sir," he said in a friendly tone, perhaps a bit louder than need be before walking away. Did he place extra emphasis on the word 'diapers?' The ram honestly couldn't tell.

The tense bighorn exhaled and felt himself shiver for a moment as he held the case of four dozen absorbent undergarments. A cell-shaded raccoon mascot loudly proclaimed "Perfect for heavy wettings and night-time wear!" in bright, bold font. 'Did they have to make it so vibrant?' He wondered, agitated. He tried to rotate the package as to obscure what he was purchasing from everyone else, but the manufacturers had seen fit to emblazon the same definitive text and imagery on all sides of the case. The ram only allowed himself to hesitate for a moment before he made his way toward the cash registers, feeling as though every anthro in the store was watching him, even though few probably gave him anything more than a passing glance. 'They wouldn't sell them if furs didn't buy them, so I can't be the only one they've ever seen purchase diapers. They might not even think they're for me,' he tried to tell himself to calm nerves. He failed to do so.

The line was depressingly crowded and Myles waited, awkwardly holding his compromising package, for far longer than he was comfortable given his rampant shame. He hoped that Garco wouldn't punish him for the wait. After all, it wasn't his fault this time. One of a pair of college-aged anthros, a muscular buck standing beside an equally athletic tiger in front of the sheep, did a double-take as he saw what apprehensive fur tried to inconspicuously carry under an arm and nudged his friend with his elbow, scarcely attempting to conceal the pointed nod at the silver caprine's buy. They both shared a comical look and stifled chuckles that were sure to erupt into side-splitting guffaws by the time they were out the door. The sheep hunched his shoulders as though it would make him invisible and averted his eyes.

After what seemed like an age, it was finally his turn to make his purchase. The ram shuffled up to the female weasel operating the register. He continued to deflect his gaze, his bashful eyes only occasionally darting back to her, as he handed her the massive case of diapers. The mustelid efficiently took them from him with a a practiced, friendly smile and ran the barcode across the scanner. It gave an angry buzz and she tried moving them back the other direction only to be greeted with the same response. A couple more attempts proved fruitless.

"Sorry, hon. This will just take a moment," she said with a bit of a grimace, trying to maintain an air of professional indifference, before leaning over to a small microphone near her monitor. "Could I get a price check, please," her voice echoed over the intercom. The delay in his transaction started to draw the attention of the previously less aware customers in the queue behind him.

"Those diapers giving you trouble?" The fox from earlier casually half-shouted as he appeared from an aisle several yards away and ambled toward the checkout counter. The furs trailing Myles who hadn't seen or paid attention to what he was carrying definitely noticed then. While most were too polite to react, a handful of less mature anthros snickered vociferously.

To her credit, the cashier cringed along with the flustered ram, sympathizing with his predicament. "Yes," she responded curtly, voice scarcely more than a whisper.

The fox sauntered around the counter and took his time tapping away at the register's keyboard. After a minute or two there was an affable beep and the total appeared on the credit-card reader. Myles was incredulous when his payment went through without incident after everything else that had happened in the pharmacy. As the dapper vulpine handed his customer the receipt he said, flashing a beguiling smile, "Sorry, sir, but I don't think we have any bags large enough to hold that case. You'll have to carry your diapers out."

The sheep felt his ears burn as he collected his padding and dashed as quickly as he could out of the shop without appearing like he was rushing. His rodent mate was just finishing the last of his drink and clearly very entertained at seeing the humiliated ram carrying his large case of plastic-backed briefs.

"You took longer than I expected, but I suppose I can't hold you responsible for the line, now can I?" Garco asked rhetorically. "I actually haven't decided yet. Let's go home."

The couple retired to their abode and Myles placed their pee-stained sheets in the washing machine and put away their groceries. As he performed the chores the coffee and other drinks that he had consumed throughout the day started to reach his bladder. As the pressure built to the point that he he couldn't ignore it, the ram headed for the bathroom, passing where his partner was reclining on the couch. He scarcely stepped in the direction of the toilet when his master spoke.

"Strip down and try one on. See how they fit," he said coolly as he reached down to perforate the plastic bag containing the ram's new diapers with a deft claw and tear open the packaging. He pulled out one of the rustling garments and casually tossed it over to his slave. The sheep caught the puffy, white garment and looked it over. It felt thick and soft, and it crinkled loudly with each slight movement. He had a bit anxious about wearing the padding and not sure why. The fluttering in his stomach intensified once he actually held it. Perhaps donning it was truly admitting to himself that he might actually need them? He felt his sheath pulse, stirring strangely at the thought of donning the protective brief. He set it on the coffee table next to him and tugged off his shirt to reveal his slightly-stained creamy chest fur and bit of belly pudge and then unfastened his belt. He stepped out of jeans and then slid down and kicked his underwear aside.

"From tighty whities back to diapers," Garco taunted as he leisurely massaged the growing bulge in his pants. "At least your underwear options match that pathetic, dinky dick of yours." The rodent flippantly motioned to Myles' small equipment that was still securely locked in its unyielding prison.

The caprine unfolded the diaper stared at it, trying to decide the best way to put it on for a moment. Standing? Sitting? Laying down? His controller sensed his bewilderment and took charge. He abruptly stood and marched over to his confused mate. He agilely snatched the disposable attire with the swipe of a paw.

"Lay down on your back on the floor and lift your legs, pet," he dictated callously. "Quickly, before I decide to open the curtains and let the neighbors see."

Myles immediately did as instructed. He laid down flat first and then raised his legs and hips, holding his lower limbs up and and to the sides by grabbing them just below the the knees. He was shivering slightly with trepidation as his groin and tailhole were prominently displayed to his fully-clothed, dominant lover and it was only the fine craftsmanship of his chastity cage that kept him from growing turgid at the humiliation. The rat teased his slave for a moment, running his claw around the ram's sensitive ring, but decided to wait until a bit later to roughly violate his property again.

The vermin slid the plush plastic under his mate's backside and gestured for his toy to lower his legs. After the ram lowered his upturned tail onto it, Garco nimbly folded the diaper up and over his caprine's sac and pathetic tool, pulling it snug and even before taping it in perfectly in place. He admired his achievement, his natural dexterity helped him to symmetrically fasten of all four tapes. Embarrassed as the bulky garment enveloped his rump and genitals, Myles blushed furiously and looked away, ears wilting in the center of his curled horns.

"Don't you look cute? Stand up and let's see you in them properly," the alabaster rat jeered, clearly enjoying himself as he vexed his submissive partner.

The substantial padding made it awkward to sit up. They were thickness was cumbersome, though not uncomfortable. The softness around his groin trapped the radiated warmth from his body and was actually rather pleasant, if he could bring himself to admit it, though they felt as if they'd be dreadfully hot if worn in the summer heat all day. As he finished scrambling upright, face still flush in embarrassment, he considered how it would feel to wake up with a soggy diaper heavy around his waist if he were to wet the bed again. He inwardly cringed at the thought, still concerned that it had happened at all, let alone twice. The idea reminded him of his very full bladder and he swayed slightly from hoof to hoof, trying not to show his impatience as Garco inspected him in his new wardrobe.

"How do your diapers feel?" The rodent inquired smugly, groping his lover's padded crotch. His claws skittered across the sheer plastic outer layer.

"It's...weird. Different, sir," his slave answered meekly, shuddering a bit as his owner found the weight of his testicles through the bulk.

"What feels weird?" Garco insisted, stepping closer until their torsos were nearly touching. Myles quivered as he felt his mate's hot breath caress his neck.

"Wearing my...d-diapers, master," Myles stammered. It was difficult to force out the phrase, to admit to the ownership and potential requirement for the embarrassing item of clothing. Was it that hard to concede that he might not actually find wearing them that bad of a prospect, now that he's had one on?

"That's right: Your diapers. You might as well get used to them, bitch. You bought forty-eight of them and I don't want us to waste money, so plan on using them all. Although, if last night's behavior continues, you'll be needing them far longer than six or seven weeks," the vermin quipped. He gazed luridly down at his lover's twitching hooves. "You clearly need to piss. Why not just go? Try them out?" It wasn't a question.

The caprine's face burned as he considered the possibility. He skewed his face and concentrated, biting his bottom lip, but didn't immediately manage to let out any urine. "I don't think I can," he replied sheepishly.

"You can piss the bed in those little cub undies you usually wear but you can't let go in your diapers? Also, you know what happens when you disobey. You're already going to get one punishment later for that. Now piss yourself before I come up with something particularly cruel to do to you," the rat ordered, finally pressing his lithe, furry torso against his submissive's body and squeezing his property's stones firmly through his crinkly diaper. Despite the difference in their height, he never let there be any question who was the dominant in their relationship.

Not wanting to disappoint his beloved, he made a second attempt. At first he managed a couple of drops and felt the moisture against his sheath. Then he was able to release a spurt that caused the warmth to start to spread. Finally, after several seconds of anticipation and effort, Myles imagined himself standing before a urinal and forced out all he could. A visible patch of wetness bloomed across the front of the diaper, darkening the white plastic with a faintly audible hiss. Once the torrent started, the ram couldn't get it to cease as his full, nagging bladder felt the consolation that it had been craving. The weight of his pee splashing into the thirsty diaper caused it to sag, and only his owner's expert taping job held it on his hips. Garco felt the warmth of his lover's urine on his awaiting paw pads and squished the moist filling, forcing pee to slosh around the ram's sensitive sac. The sheep sighed with satisfaction in both alleviating the pressure in his groin as well as pleasing his demanding mate, even as he felt steeped in the exhilarating humiliation of the moment.

"Tell me what you just did," the vermin huffed wantonly into his mate's ear as he used his free paw to unbutton and unzip his jeans with quick precision. "Say it out loud, pet!"

"I peed myself," the bighorn replied, voice wavering as Garco fished out his swollen phallus from the fly in his boxers and begin to coerce it to a full dripping, erection. "I wet my diaper."

The rat, already aroused by the ordeal he had forced his companion through earlier in the day, wasted little time. His muzzle found his partner's and after only a second of forceful kissing, the caprine parted his lips and invited in his lover's skillful tongue. The horny rodent's lazy strokes of his leaking tumescence quickened into a furious pawing as their moist tongues danced and fought while they made out. He ground his body against his toy, reveling in his power. Splatters of pre ejected onto Myles' hip as Garco was rapidly drawing himself close to completion.

He broke off their kiss to harshly order his slave to pull out the front of his tightly taped, soggy diaper at the last second before he pushed himself over the brink. With a low moan of pleasure he angled himself and discharged his sticky load into the urine-soaked stuffing, dousing his lover's caged sheath with his seed, huffing into his mate's collarbone as he convulsed. The ram's balls hurt from their multiple denials over the last twenty-four hours and he envied his master's orgasm, yearning for his own. The breathless vermin rested his forehead on Myles' shoulder for a minute as his spent length softened.

Then, to the diapered anthro's surprise, he felt a hot stream of piss wash over his junk, flooding his already saturated padding. Peeking down, he saw a golden stream freely flowing from the tip of rat's pink cock. With the fresh deluge he felt the wetness continue to absorb and slowly seep up the back of the diaper, dampening the area just beneath his tail. The volume was as much as the sheep had unleashed only moments before and the Garco allowed himself a low groan of relief.

"Wear that- only that- until we go to bed," the horned fur's keeper commanded hoarsely, sniffing the fresh scent of piss in the air. Myles looked at the clock and realized that sleep was going to be several hours away yet, and with the spongy padding swollen between his thighs he could scarcely do more than waddle. He feared sitting down anywhere with the worry that the plastic barrier containing their combined urine would leak even though the package indicated that the diapers should each hold up for many hours and multiple wettings. They clearly couldn't go outside again anyway, as the ram was fairly certain that none of his pants would fit over the sopping brief even if his master let him.

"Of course the bathroom is off limits to you. You can put on a fresh one tonight so we can tell if you've wet again in the morning," the rodent explained with a sly smile.