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Piddle Van

By Zrathie

In the back of the prison van, the four captives were seated. There was a grey wolf, a leopard, a coyote and a fox. They were facing each other with the wolf and the leopard on the right side and the fox and coyote on the left. Jamie, the fox, didn't recognise the other prisoners. They were all dressed in orange jumpsuits without even the comfort of underwear underneath. They were all gaged with a muzzle gag except Jamie who was wearing a special feeding gag.

Most of the passengers were claim except for the wolf. The wolf prisoner was in a near frantic state, but only Jamie knew why. The other prisoners shot concerned looks towards the lupine. The wolf was crossing and recrossing his legs. All the while moaning into his gagged muzzle. His black foot paws where slick with sweat. He bent his knees and tried to fold himself if half in the seat. His breaths came out in puffs coming from his nose flaring at each huff. The wolf needed to pee.

It was a public show, a spectacle. The theatre had been set up, and the first act was about to be played out. The wolf must have felt the shame of showing the desperate need to pee in front of three other strangers. The natural instinct to not wet one's clothes and hold onto his bladder must be bringing him deep shame. He was trying to be a good wolf and keep his jumpsuit dry. He had no idea that the guards had planned for this all along.

Jamie was halfway through this punishment program. He knew all too well what was about to happen. The wolf looked towards the back door as if it would suddenly open and he would be saved from his forthcoming bladder accident. He was about to find out the hard way that his humiliation was all part of the program. The shame of losing control of one's body and the public display of a wet jumpsuit was one of their ploys. Hot lupine piss was soon about to flow.

The wolf went ramrod straight in his seat. This only lasted a few seconds before his frantic struggling began anew. It soon became apparent why. A small wet stain had appeared at the crotch of his jumpsuit. Jamie imagined wolf's sheath and how it must have just squirted a jet of piss. Jamie watched on. The wolf must have leaked. This new wetness around his crotch would only serve to prompt further squirts and eventually a flood. He should just wet himself and stop torturing himself thought the fox. He knew their games if they wanted a forced wetting they would get one. A few of the prisoners knew how to stay dry on the long drive back from the worksite.

Not the wolf, they had seen him coming and offered him heaps of water. He had gulped down bottle after bottle on the hot worksite on the side of the road. Little did he know they were setting him up for this. To be the first victim. It was then the wolf let out a pathetic whimper. The crotch of his jumpsuit darkened as his piss began to flow. The whimper was soon replaced by a relieved groan. Piss poured out of the fabric of his thigh onto his seat.

The prison jumpsuits showed off any accidents well. The fabric darkened as more of the wolf's urine flowed free. The prison bus was purposely designed for forced bladder accidents. The waterproof coating made the wolf's piss glide across the seat's surface and onto the floor. Jamie had experienced this first hand. Even the van's floor was designed for wet passengers in mind. The grates on the floor collected the wolf's piss as it ran down his legs, over his foot paws and onto the floor.

The wolf had only begun pissing himself. Wetness spread over his crotch and inside of his legs. Streams of piss flowed over his foot paws. His toes splayed open, and he wiped his foot paws over one another. The leopard sitting next to the wolf tried scooting away, but he was just as cuffed as before. The leopard was far enough away not to get a warm spray. There was enough room between the four seats to stop anyone from pissing on another, but it still gave each prisoner a good view of the wolf's wetting. The feline shot Jamie a "are they for real" look evidently he had not believed they would not allow this treatment. With the first wetting, both the leopard and now the coyote were looking towards Jamie for answers.

Jamie didn't have answers, and even if he did, he couldn't voice them with his muzzle stuffed as it was. The wolf wasn't looking at anyone he had his head down in his chest. His ears were pinned to the top of his head pressed flat there. The poor guy must be feeling so ashamed. Jamie remembered the first time they had played this wetting game on him. He was sure the guards loved watching him squirm. The last four trips Jamie had kept his poise and returned dry.

Perhaps that's why they had put three newbies in the mix today. They could have their fun watching them wet their jumpsuits when he stayed dry. It wasn't without difficulty on Jamie's part he was always bursting by the time he back arrived at his cell again. If the bus made a detour or took longer than usual, he was sure he would flood as most did. The trick was drinking minimal water on the job site. It was hard in the hot weather it was a choice between drinking and wetting or being thirsty but remaining dry.

Perhaps that was why this time they had fitted Jamie with a feeding gag. It was a gag connected to a clear pipe section. The hose ran up into the roof of the van. There were three bulging bags of clear liquid, most likely water hanging there. A click brought Jamie's attention up to the bags. A valve had opened on the first bag. The liquid began to flow downward toward Jamie's feeding gag.

Inside Jamie's muzzle was a bulb. The bulb had perforations much like a showerhead. This ensured Jamie couldn't block off the flow with his tongue. Water began to flow into Jamie's mouth. He couldn't spit it out because the muzzle was firmly strapped in place. This flow of water coated Jamie's parched tongue he had been avoiding drinking, so the fresh flow of water was welcome.

The fox gulped down the first mouthful. He was eager to drink now that he knew it was only water. Jamie reasoned that he could still make it back dry if he exercised caution when he walked back to his cell. His bladder was just at the twinge stage, so he again was doing well. They were about a quarter of the way back, so he still had a chance. Jamie gulped down more of the water. After several minutes the bag hung empty. Jamie was glad for the drink. Sometimes it was really hard abstaining water while working out in the sun.

The coyote was the next fur showing signs of needing the restroom. The canine had ever so casually brought his grey and tan legs together. Jamie knew all the signs, being on this transport for this many times. There was no fooling him. Still, he understood the embarrassment of the coyote's predicament. They had both seen the wolf flood. Piss was still dripping from the wolf's leg cuffs. It would take the coyote time to get used to this treatment. There was no sense in hiding one's needs among fellow prisoners.

It was a way to tell the new ones apart though. They would always hide their urinary needs until the sheer fullness of their bladders made them take active steps to hold back the flow. This resulted in much larger wettings all the while the newbies would grow frantic at their attempts at bladder continence. When Jamie wasn't trying to hold he would just spread his legs and let go. It was at the point where it was holding got uncomfortable, and he figured it would deny the guards a show.

This coyote didn't want to be a piss 'yote. He could hold on for now, but Jamie knew that the 'yote was done for. He was only delaying the eventual wetting. He wondered how he was feeling. Was the coyote's bladder aching? Jamie could see his worried expression. The fox knew this coyote would try to hold it too. It was always the case with the first wetting the ingrained habit to keep one's clothes dry was a strong one.

The wolf had recovered to some extent. He was getting there was nothing he could have done. The sent of lupine piss hung in the air, the bottom of his jumpsuit was a mess. His crotch and inner legs were stained with musky piss. A reminder of what was to come. The leopard looked shaken. He was having the hardest time of everyone. Jamie reckoned he was a shy dude who would probably get into the toilet stall over a urinal. He was going to have to get used it eventually. In his experience, the leopard must be busting just like the coyote. It was just the shame of showing the need to pee stopping him from acting out.

After some time the coyote was looking a touch more desperate. His foot paws were balled up tight, and his legs were tightly crossed. All of a sudden the bus began to slow down and slowly came to a stop at the side of the road. About a minute later the back door opened and two of the guards, a Doberman and a German shepherd respectively climbed into the back of the bus. This was new to Jamie; they never had stopped on the way back before.

Three furs screamed protest into their gags. Jamie kept quiet and kept his gaze forward. The two guards walked down towards where the coyote was seated. The trim Doberman guard removed the coyote's muzzle gag.

"How are you feeling prisoner 67438?" asked the Doberman.

"I really need to pee. Is there a chance I could use the toilet," the coyote answered.

"Just how badly do you need to pee?" asked the Doberman.

"I-I'm getting pretty desperate I can't hold it much longer," said the prisoner.

"That's a problem we still have long drive ahead of us. Perhaps you should just relax and let it flow," answered the Doberman.

"What! I can't do that!" said the coyote.

The guard stuffed the gag back into the prisoner's muzzle and buckled it shut. The poor coyote was about to find out the hard way they were only toying with him. Jamie felt sorry that the 'yote was so naive. He would have to take him under his wing and show him how things worked around here.

The Doberman crotched down and pulled one of the coyote's legs free. The Doberman wrapped his arms around it and retained it in place. While this was going on the German shepherd had taken the coyote's other leg and placed a hand cull on it. He locked the coyote's limb to a bar under the seat snapping the cuff closed. The coyote whined into his gag, but his hand paws were still cuffed behind his back. The German shepherd got up and turned his attention to the coyote's outstretched leg.

Jamie watched as the German shepherd grabbed a feather of all things out from a pouch in his vest. He brought the feather towards the outstretched foot paw of the coyote. With a flick, the tip of the feather danced across the exposed paw pad. The Doberman had braced himself for the coyote's reaction, so when the 'yote tried to wrench his leg back, it didn't budge at all. His foot paw pads splayed open all his toes pulling apart.

"I think we have a ticklish coyote on our paws," said the German shepherd.

The coyote shook his head. It did the coyote no good as the feather was dragged across his exposed, helpless foot paw. The coyote convulsed and began laughing behind his gag. He twisted his body trying to get his leg away from the Doberman. More swipes of the feather were making the coyote frantic he was pumping air in and out his nose, and his eyes began to water.

"Just a tickle 'yote." taunted the Doberman.

Jamie couldn't help but stare at the struggling coyote. The coyote trashed left to right in his bonds all the while laughing behind his gag. After a few minutes of this treatment, tears fell from the 'yote's eyes as his paw pad was tickled without mercy. Jamie soon noticed the crotch of the coyote's jumpsuit grow a pronounced bulge. Oven the next minute it became a raging erection. One part of the coyote liked this treatment. Jamie thought about the coyote's cock and what it would look like.

Under the tickle assault, it didn't take long for the coyote to have an accident. Even the coyote's massive boner didn't save him from soaking himself. He let go all at once a loud hissing noise could be heard over the coyote's muffled cries. Both the Doberman and the German Shepherd guards stopped their tickle torture to take in their handy work.

The coyote's wet patch started much higher due to his erection. Piss bled through his uniform at his stomach before spreading towards his crotch. He shuddered now that he was free from the tickles. Hot urine trailed down both legs running off the seat and down the grates on the floor.

Jamie's attention was drawn away by a click above him. He brought his gaze upwards towards the next water bag. Water started to make its way down the transparent tube to Jamie's muzzle gag. It is becoming quite clear that this was their way of making the fox wet himself. A kind of subtle punishment for returning on a few of the journeys dry. They were going to make sure he was a wet fox today. Jamie could already feel a twinge in his bladder as the previous fluid was working its way through his system.

As the first of the water hit his muzzle. The German Shepherd uncuffed the coyote's leg cuff paying no mind to the urine all over the place. It was all part of the job for them. Jamie felt sorry for the poor 'yote. Not only had he pissed all over himself his arousal had been on display. No doubt the guards would take note of how tickling affected him and would use it to further than humiliate him the future.

Jamie continued to swallow down the second drink of water. The fox turned his gaze towards the leopard. He could see the leopard was trembling slightly. He was probably busting to go. Jamie had no doubt that the third water bag would empty into his muzzle after the leopard lost the battle. Jamie had to admit that this was quite a diabolical punishment using the inexperience of the newbies to prime the bladder of a prisoner experienced in their desperation games.

Jamie would have to throw a spanner in the works. Just as the guards left and the door closed, Jamie let his bladder loose. He felt the warmth spread out from his crotch and run down his legs. The fox closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling. He knew that the perving guards where walking to the front of the van and would miss the money shot of his defeat. It was the only act of defiance he could muster under the circumstances. He didn't want to give them a desperation show for free.

Jamie sighed into his gag. His piss flowing down over his foot paws and into the floor grating. Jamie had shed the shame of public pissing. The conditioning of his sentence had desensitised him enough that he would wet himself in full view of multiple people. He would just focus on the physical release of his bladder and the comfort of relieving himself of one of his base needs.

As the last trickles of his hot urine left his plump sheath as he felt a jolt as the prison van began to move. He opened his eyes and looked around the van at the other three passengers. The coyote was more relaxed now, his breathing had returned to normal. His wetting had nixed his erection. The wolf looked more relieved now that the others had begun wetting themselves and he wasn't the only one sitting in a wet jumpsuit. Only the leopard was dry now, and it wouldn't be long before he would join the rest of his fellow prisoners.

Jamie turned his attention back to the coyote. He couldn't really tell under the jumpsuit, but he imagined him having a twink-like frame. He could spot the ones who liked guys. Jamie had found that once in the prison program, canines, felines and other creatures became more pragmatic about who they would sleep with. Jamie was sure that a few flicks of his tail, or tickles to the coyote's foot paws that he would be able to get him nice and firm.

That was all that was needed in most cases to bend the so-called straight furs. Fox's had their tricks. Ticklish coyote's like him wouldn't be able to keep control of their cocks for very long. Some rubs and whispered permission was all that would be needed after a bit of ticklish fourplay.

Jamie's erotic daydream was interrupted by a loud hissing noise. He knew what it was the leopard must have lost control. Still, Jamie turned his vulpine gaze towards the prisoner. The leopard was pissing himself profusely his crotch had already darkened, and streams of hot piss were flowing down his legs. The feline groaned into his gag. It was a groan of relief. I soon became clear that this guy had the bladder of a racehorse.

Jamie watched in awe as the leopard pissed himself for about one minute and a half. He was the top pisser out of them all. The crotch and inside of his legs were absolutely soaked in piss. The potent smell wafted around the back of the van. The leopard looked more relieved than ashamed. The third and last water bag clicked open above Jamie. The fox drank his water. He had spoiled their desperation game this time, but they would make him their piddle fox again soon.