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Vortex Resort

By Zrathie

Peter lounged in his chair. The brown otter could not believe how lucky he was to win this hotel stay. He had won this prize from the booking website he often used. It was a weekend at the Vortex Resort. The hotel was advertised as an exotic and erotic destination where your fantasies could come true. He remembered that he was a little put off that last part. Then again it was a free stay, so there had to be some type of downside.

His fears had been laid to rest when he arrived at the gleaming skyscraper hotel. It looked reasonable enough and not as seedy as he had expected. It looked like another resort hotel, nothing jumped out as out of the normal. He checked in and unpacked. Now he had found a spot to sit and relax.

He didn't intend on swimming. Not yet at least but just enjoy a refreshing drink by the pool. A couple of furs were in the pool relaxing. A tabby cat and a green coloured dog were enjoying the water. Peter lifted his glass to his muzzle and finished the last of his cola. He placed the empty glass back down on the table next to him.

The door at the far end of the pool area opened. Out of the door stepped a vixen. The vixen was dressed in a one-piece swimsuit in the hotel's green colour. Peter casually eyed the creature as she walked toward him. Soon it became apparent that the vixen was in fact male. The tight garment couldn't hide the shape of his plump sheath and set of balls. Peter didn't mind men or woman they both took his fancy. It was that particular outfit that got his attention.

He was so sleek and soft it was no wonder he had confused his gender at first. The realisation that he was of ogling the cross-dressing male made heat raise up to his face. He was an excellent looking fox. The fox trotted towards where he was seated. He was an employee of Vortex Resort his name badge bore the name Jamie.

Jamie smiled as he stopped and picked up the empty glass next to Peter. Peter felt a little shy around him on account of what he was wearing. It made his heart flutter. Just looking at the sleek fox brought back memories from his youth. Like most otters, he loved visiting the local pool. It was at the pool where he had discovered his love for swimwear.

More precisely the erotic nature of swimwear. Peter remembered the time he had indulged a secret fantasy. It was a quiet day at the pool. He was alone doing laps. Using his webbed paws to glide effortlessly through the water. The otter was twenty at the time and full of sexual vigour. He finished the last of the day's laps, so he climbed out of the pool. He was walking toward the male change room when he saw it. It was hanging off a railing. Seemingly forgotten. A gleaming black one-piece swimsuit. The sight of the swimsuit was having a strange effect on his libido. It set his lust ablaze. He looked around for the owner, but he was alone. He was thankful for that because he was now sporting a massive boner in his speedo trunks.

A secret that many otters kept was they jerked themselves off in their speedo trunks. Peter was no exception. Like many otters, he had first discovered masturbation at the pool. Wearing his soft rubbery speedo trunks had enhanced the experience. In fact, he had only ever masturbated while wearing them. He lived in a strict religious household with his brothers and sisters, so he had no privacy at home.

In contrast at the pool when it was quiet, he could use a men's room stall for a tug in his speedos. That's where he was going now. It had become his daily routine. A few laps of in the pool and a rub and tug in his speedo. The swim trunks contained his creamy mess, and a quick dip under the shower cleaned up him and the swimming trunks ready for a proper wash at home. So far it had kept his masturbation habits under wraps.

I was great because no one questions an otter spending time at the pool and it dealt with his lustful thoughts. There was one thing he wanted to try, and that was cross-dressing. It was the naughty trill the forbidden nature of it. He had yet to experience the feeling of a female swimsuit around his body. This was his opportunity. It was hanging just there ready for the taking.

On impulse he grabbed it. The erotic thrill of taking someone's clothing just to masturbate in was making him ignore his conscience. When he was safely inside the male change room, he headed straight for a bathroom stall. His prick was rock hard, and a bead of pre had leaked through his trunks. He stripped off his trunks and pulled on the one-piece swimsuit. He had a wondrous jerk off session. He painted the crotch of the garment with his thick cum. It had been one of the best orgasms he could remember. His release didn't come without a guilt attack. He soon felt horrible for being some kind of perverted panty thief. He ended up discarding the one-piece swimsuit in the trash before he left for home.

The otter back from his daydream watched the cross-dressing fox leave the pool area wagging his vulpine tail behind him. Peter decided he had to get back to his hotel room to attend to a sudden urgent matter. All those memories were having an effect on him. A short elevator ride later the brown otter was back in his hotel room. Peter looked across the room and saw that a small box had been placed on the bed. He had already unpacked his bags, and he didn't recognise the box from his luggage.

He went over to the box and retrieved a note that had been placed on top of it. The note was written on the hotel's stationery. It read "A gift from Vortex Resort." Peter set the note back on the bed and turned his attention back to the box. It was a plain cardboard box with no markings. He picked it up and rattled it. There was something inside, but whatever it was it didn't make much of a nose when he shook it. He placed the box back down.

He lifted the lid open on the small box. He lifted out what was inside. It was a jet black one-piece swimsuit. It was designed for female otters. He could tell because it had a large tail hole the perfect fit for an otter's rudder. Peter lifted up the garment examined it in his webbed hand paws. It was just like the one in his memories. He marvelled at the garment's soft rubbery texture. He ran his webbed paws over it. The pads of his hand paws savoured the touch. His pulse quickened, and a heat welled up in his groin.

The black one-piece swimsuit had a dull shine to it. Peter 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. He was alone. The self-conscious feelings faded. He nuzzled the soft material. He let out a sigh.

He took the swimsuit and laid it flat on the covers of his bed. Why would they give him a female swimsuit? It must be a mistake. He looked down at it. He would often return to that day he crossdressed in fantasy. It led to many paw off sessions. In his hearts of hearts, he regretted not keeping that swimsuit from the pool. Now, he had another swimsuit in his paws. A pang of guilt came up from his chest. Should he paw off in it? Those feelings from his youth were strong.

The beautiful black glossy material was setting his lust on fire. He fondled his erection and sucked in a breath. He had come up here to paw off. Why not take full advantage of this chance. He slipped out of his clothes and 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 fully erect cock. It felt just like that day in the bathroom stall. 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. He checked himself out in the mirror on the wardrobe door.

The otter reached down and grabbed his balls and gave them a slight squeeze. He watched his reflection. He looked sexy, and he felt sexy just like that fox. 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 saw his maleness, his erection under the tight material. He started to pant. It felt so good to have swimwear to wank in again.

Peter decided it was time for relief. He took his hand paw and started stroking his hard cock. The soft material didn't chafe at all. He dug in his paw pads and squeezed the taut log of flesh. He watched himself masturbate he had never done so. Now he wanted to see how his otter cock looked trapped inside the swimsuit. He fondled his balls for a time before returning to his cock.

His mind returned to the fox and his soft muzzle. He had a fox he knew from college a friend with benefits. He was shown what an eager vulpine muzzle could do. With the mental image of Jamie's muzzle bobbing up and down on his crotch the otter worked 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. He felt much better now he had taken care of his demanding sex.

Suddenly the phone to his hotel room rang. Peter jumped at the sudden noise. He debated with himself if he should pick it up. Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over and answered it.

"Hello Peter, this is Jamie from Vortex Resort." came the voice.

"Hello," said Peter.

"I'm calling to see if you received your swimsuit. I was going to tell you about it by the pool, but something must have come up," said Jamie.

Jamie's cheeks heated up he was glad he was on the phone. "Y-yes," replied Peter.

"We endeavour to bring your fantasies to life. Did your swimsuit fit alright?" asked Jamie.

Peter made a strategic decision. "It's for the wrong gender you got me a female otter's suit," replied Peter.

There was a chuckle at the other end of the phone. "Oh, being coy are we? I knew right away when you scampered off you were going back to your room to play with yourself. You found your package with a beautiful swimsuit. You slipped it on just like horny the otter you are." said Jamie adding a growl to the end of the sentence.

Peter's blood ran cold. He opened his mouth to reply, but not a sound came out.

"There's nothing to be shy about. We are only helping fulfil that fantasy of yours. That time at the pool when you borrowed that swimsuit frequently features in your masturbatory fantasies. Your swimwear fantasy was something easy for us to facilitate." said Jamie

Peter hung up the phone. He looked around the room looking for cameras. Then suddenly there was a hissing noise coming from the roof of the room. As he drew closer to the source of the sound, he began to feel woozy. He went over to the door and tried to open it, but it was dead bolted shut next he tried the balcony door but it was locked too, and the latch wouldn't open.

A voice sounded from the room's television it was Jamie. "Just where do you think you're going? Just lay on your bed and let the sleeping gas lull you to sleep or run around in a panic like you are. It won't make any difference for your enforced nap time." said the fox.

The room was spinning now, and Peter slid down on his knees. He caught his fall forward, but he couldn't muster the strength to come up off his knees. The otter rolled onto his side as unconsciousness overtook his senses. When 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 that left only his ears and nose free. All Peter could do was to squirm and bite against the inescapable restraints. There was no defence for whatever was to come next.

"Peter, I hope you been enjoying your stay." came Jamie's voice.

The otter renewed his struggling rolling left and right.

"As part of your free stay, you will be testing one of our other erotic fantasy packages. It's much like your swimwear fantasy only a little more involved. You will be trying out Vortex Resort's bondage and forced diaper use package." continued Jamie.

Peter stopped struggling as he listened to the fox. What the hell! They couldn't do that to him?

"A little mind probe by one of our psykers often reveal hidden fetishes and fantasies. One of the fetishes we sometimes find is forced diaper use. It's something that people hide because of the stigma and personal shame." said Jamie.

Peter screamed into his gag and trashed as much as he could.

"Now, now I know you are not into diapers. You are more of a test of our incontinence methods for the real kinksters. Yes, we can do this to you. It was in the contract you didn't read on a page you placed your initial." continued the fox.

The sound of paws clapping together echoed in the room.

"First things first, your diaper. It's a Maxi-Protec IV adult diaper the highest capacity there is. It's a favourite among diaper lovers worldwide. I've been in one myself." said Jamie.

The thick diaper was slipped under the otter's bottom. 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 legs felt absolutely enormous. The padding was taped very snugly compressing his abdomen and groin.

"Now for the forced part of the forced diaper use package. Forced feeding of bowel-stimulating bulk is on the menu for dinner tonight. It consists of bulk fibre, a dose of feminine stool softener, a powerful laxative all mixed together with orange juice. This will help you will do a bowel movement in your diaper." said Jamie.

Peter soon felt a 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 substance into his mouth. He ate again in a 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 mush.

"Next is something to stimulate your bladder. Two litres of fruit juice with an added dose of diuretic in case you're bladder shy. It will soon be delivered through your feeding gag." said Jamie.

Soon a gentle flow of juice was 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. After this Peter felt the feeding tube being removed.

"That should keep your bladder and bowels very busy indeed. Have a good night's sleep and see you in the morning," said Jamie.

Peter was totally helpless no matter how much he struggles he couldn't break free from his bonds. Over the next few hours, he felt the pressure grow in his bladder grow. He would have saved himself much torment by just letting it flow. Soon it became far too much. He let loose a massive flow of piss. His diaper held up like a champ.

The next thing Peter realised was that he was being shaken awake. He hadn't remembered falling asleep. It must have been sheer exhaustion. Juice began to flow through his feeding gag. He was still helmeted and in restraints, so he had to submit to the feeding.

The state of his diaper was far worse than he had remembered. The padding felt cold and damp. He must have wet himself uncontrollably in his sleep because he was 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. His captors forced a clean, dry diaper over his crotch after a liberal amount of baby powder.

"No messes last night. That's good we didn't overdo his laxative dose." came a voice.

"He's going to be a messy one by this afternoon if not by the end of the morning." came a female voice.

Peter was served a surprisingly tasty breakfast puree. With the helmet on he couldn't be sure 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 his gag. He usually skipped breakfast so having two substantial meals in a row made his stomach feel terribly bloated. They then fed him more juice to top it all off. The colossal breakfast feeding began to swell in his stomach.

They left him to digest his meal. While he was glad to be in a clean diaper again he wasn't in dirty it. His bowels felt entirely backed up, and his bladder was just beginning to get annoying. He wasn't going to give his tormentors the satisfaction of willing wetting or soiling himself. 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.

"Watch him! He's a live one." said one of his captors.

After he had been strapped into the harness, it was soon connected to several elastic ropes. He felt springy tiles under his foot paws. The floor seemed the have some bounce to it. The elastic lines 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. He was thankful for his large otter tail. It was the only thing keeping him from falling over.

The harness was now putting uncomfortable pressure on his middle. He knew that he was in trouble. He usually 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 a diaper all night. Sure he had wet it, but he wasn't going to give in to the humiliation of soiling it. Being forced to wet himself was one thing but soiling himself was another. Peter 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. It was taking more energy just to keep his balance.

His insides sent out 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'd imagine it would upset his bowels even more. 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 slowly lowered his weight, the tension in the elastic ropes grew. Just as the balls of his paws were about to touch the floor, the lines sprung back lifting him off the ground violently. He bounced in the air when he came down hard. His foot paws dug into the bouncy floor tiles and jumped back into the air. This propelled him into the air a second time.

His bloated abdomen didn't like this violent movement at all. His bowels started to cramp in protest. Peter had to stop himself bouncing before he lost bowel control. He focused his effort on stopping his bouncy movements. Eventually, he arrested his momentum and stood up 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 bonds soon popped into his head. He was going to be forced to mess his diaper soon if he couldn't free himself. He was no position to do that, so he just had to hold. His unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the ache in his toe pads that held up all of his weight.

This time toe pads gave way suddenly. He jerked down much more roughly than the first time. The elastic ropes jerked him high off the ground. He foot paw desperately splayed and his toes ached as they searched out for some purchase on the springy tiles. He found none and kept bounced up and down in his harness. He was desperate to stop himself from moving. His bouncing motion made his abdominal cramps almost unbearable. He clamped down on his pucker each time he landed.

Slowly he stopped himself from moving and stood up on his toe pads again. His 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.

After some tortuous standing 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 spasmed again, but this time to Peter's horror, his bowels erupted. There was no stopping the soft muck filling the back of his thick diaper. The rapid evacuation continued to fill up his diaper seat. His bowels surged as more and more of his solid waste flowed out. All hope at stopping his contractions was gone. His diaper seat expanded as the last of his mess surged out. His stretching paws flinched as he felt the disgusting mess settle behind him.

Thankfully it was over, but a new horror came to Peter's realisation he was still trapped in the bouncer. Only now in a full diaper filled with his waste. 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 chose this moment to finally collapse. It soaked and warmed his crotch with a hot stream of otter piss adding to his soiled state.

Peter was devastated and humiliated entirely by this total helpless loss of control. All of his bodily functions were under his tormentor's control. All he could do now was remain on full display. Helmeted and restrained with the degrading evidence of his helpless situation contained in his soaked and soiled diaper. The free stay at Vortex Resort did have a price after all.