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Tulip Gardens

By Zrathie

Harvey slowly opened his eyes. Standing over him was his otter captor. With his night gag still on he couldn't give him a piece of his mind. He was very much still trapped. Wrapped up in a canvas straightjacket and strapped down to the bed. After a brief pause, the otter began to prepare breakfast. It was a breakfast of sorts. Two bags, one filled with a slurry of semi-liquid gruel and the other fruit juice. Harvey tried to stretch, but his straightjacket left little room to move.

The sleek otter's name was Dilan. He was a slim otter with brown fur and a black nose. He had a thick rudder-like tail and webbed paws. Dilan was wearing the white nurses uniform of this place. Tulip Gardens Psychiatric Hospital looked like an asylum on the outside, but Harvey sure as hell had not been committed. It didn't take long for a new guard/nurse to enter the room. He was a lion. The otter had called him Tom so that must have been his name.

In contrast to Dilan, Tom was much more brawny, he was muscular, and Harvey had felt the power of his grip when he had strapped him into bed last night. He was wearing the same white nurse's uniform. It gave him the air of officialdom even though Harvey was sure this was more of a BDSM dungeon than a real asylum.

The pair unstrapped his midsection and adjusted the bed, so he was sitting up. This granted him a better view of the ward and one of the other captives. He was a red fox who had been strapped into a restraint chair next to his bed. The name above his bed said he was named Walton. Walton was already being fed his breakfast through a similar gag. His pointed muzzle had a tube connected to his gag. His throat was convulsing as he gulped down the breakfast slurry. He had the natural markings if a red fox even down to the black ear tips.

Harvey's gag was attached to his liquid breakfast, and the otter switched open the tap below the feeding bag. It sent a slow drip of gruel down a hose and into his muzzle. The stuff was watery and bland but not too revolting. The worst thing about it was the texture. He swallowed down the first of many mouthfuls as he slowly woke up.

"How's my horse this morning?" asked Dilan.

Harvey ignored the otter. He didn't want to play his game.

"It seems like everyone has had a dry night," said Tom.

Harvey could feel the padding of the adult diaper they were forcing him to wear. Currently, it was dry. It was a sizeable equine model adult diaper, triple thick. He had no intention of using it willingly.

"What's the matter? We've given you a fresh, clean diaper to use and you hold out on us," said Dilan.

"This guy is pretty bladder shy. I think we will have to give him some play time this morning," said Tom.

Thankfully, Dilan and Tom left him to digest his meal. Harvey kept his muzzle pointed forward doing his best not to show his hand.

Yesterday, he had been forced to use a diaper twice. Only for bladder accidents, they were genuine accidents too. He had held off with his large bladder capacity until he was forced to wet himself. Harvey suppressed a squirm as his bladder protested anew. It was a reminder that the last time he had urinated was when he had snuck in a piss yesterday night disguised under running water when they showered him.

He looked up at the fox across the way. He watched as the vulpine shuddered. Walton was halfway through the second bag, the one filled with fruit juice. Harvey could see the fox strain his legs, trying to close them. The fox's legs were strapped wide apart in the restraint chair. His foot paws were exposed propped up on the restraint chairs foot paw rest. The fox had his own adult diaper that looked dry so far. Crisp and white with twin solid wetness indicator lines running down the centre of the crotch.

Harvey had to be careful. His captors could be watching him, and if he showed them any signs of bladder distress, they would make life hard for him. He had been subjected to an extra dose of fluid and near constant verbal teasing the last time he slipped up.

The fox was looking up at the swollen bag of fruit juice as it slowly drained down the tube towards his muzzle. Harvey was surprised the lithe fox could remain dry given what he was made to drink. No doubt they were feeding them all this fluid to force them to give in to their bladder urges. Harvey turned away. He had to hold it in case they gave him a morning shower. If they gave him a shower this morning, he could do another hidden piss. He wasn't going to give up yet.

His tormentors came back both the otter and the lion. Was it shower time yet? Dilan took out the feeding tube but left his gag in place. Tom unstrapped Harvey from his bed. He was guided to his hooves and marched across the room. His hooves clipped and clopped on the floor as he walked across the ward. Harvey swished his tail the only sign of his anger. They were taking him to the back of the room.

This part of the ward had an open section of floor. The tiles looked like they were made of a different material. They looked like they were made of foam or rubber matting, like yoga mats perhaps. Ropes and pulleys hung down from the ceiling, and sturdy hooks were attached to the walls. Harvey had seen this part of the room before but had no idea what it was used for. He had a feeling he was about to find out.

"You could use some play time," said Dilan.

Harvey was confused by the otter's statement, but he wasn't in the position to clarify what Dilan had meant. Tom had walked up behind him. He was carrying a strange object. It turned out to be a peculiar harness made from a stretchy rubbery material. The lion slipped it up around Harvey's waist, it fitted like an oversized pair of briefs. As it wrapped around his diaper, it made it look as if it was inflated. The stretchy black rubber harness had metal eyelets installed around the waistband.

Dilan connected several elastic ropes to the eyelets. The elastic cords were hanging down from the ceiling attached to different pulleys. It was then Harvey noticed just how springy the tiles under his hooves were. The floor was like a trampoline in this section of the room. The elastic lines were soon being pulled upwards and secured to the wall via hooks. He was made to stand awkwardly just being able to touch the ground. It was hard to balance himself with his arms wrapped up in a straitjacket. He felt if he lost his footing, he would drop downwards just to be pulled into the air by the tension in the ropes.

Tom walked out of the room. Dilan gave the elastic cords a soft tug before turning his attention towards the third captive in the ward. At this end of the room, Harvey had a better view of the last captive. He was a coyote who didn't have a nameplate above his bed. The coyote was tan and brown with a touch of black colouring in his fur.

He was sitting up in bed wearing his canvas straitjacket and an adult diaper. Like the fox, his diaper was still dry. The twin blue wetness indicator lines were a solid blue instead of the blurred blue they went in the presence of fluid. The otter guard walked over beside the coyote's bed. Dilan disconnected the feeding hose from the canine's gag and let the tube hang loosely under the empty feeding bags on an IV stand.

"Good morning, I hope you enjoyed breakfast. Are you ready for your shower?" asked Dilan.

The coyote nodded. It was all the canine could really do to communicate given he was still gagged like the others.

The otter turned away before quickly turning back. "Say, it has been a while between diaper changes. Do you need to take a whizz?" asked Dilan.

The coyote shook his head to say no.

Harvey sure needed to take a whizz. He felt the crotch of the diaper being pulled up by the harness pressing the padding around his cock tightly. The filling hugged his cock and balls rippling over them. If the harness wasn't putting so much pressure on his bladder, he might have enjoyed the sensation. He knew that he was in trouble. He usually did a long piss of a morning, and his urge to urinate was getting harder to ignore. It was made all the worse by standing and the awkward position. He refused to piss his diaper. He just had to hold on. His bladder felt quite bloated and uncomfortable with the tight harness pressing on it.

"I'm giving you a treat this morning. Before your shower, Tom is going to give you a nice foot paw wash," said Dilan.

The lion came back into the room. As Tom came into view, Harvey could see the feline was carrying a bowl of soapy water. He had a towel and washcloth draped over his arm. The lion set the bowl down on a side table at the foot of the coyote's bed. He took what turned out to be two towels from his forearm. He placed each towel under the coyote's outstretched foot paws. The coyote's ankles were strapped to the bed in medical restraints.

"I've just let our guest know what is going on. He's ready for his foot paw wash," said Dilan.

Tom nodded in response.

Harvey had kept his diaper dry all night, and he wasn't about to flood it now. He was determined not to give into their games. Harvey grunted into his gag as he watched his captors prepare to wash the coyote's paws. Harvey started to huff in breaths through his nose as he stood on the edge of his hooves, trying not to move. It was taking more energy just to keep his grip on the ground.

"Your paws need a good wash. I'm glad you don't need the little 'yote's room. With all the sounds of water sloshing around, it would make it difficult to hold a full bladder," said the Dilan as he stroked the coyote's head fur.

Harvey trembled, as a wave of desperation came up from his bladder. Harvey could see the coyote's foot paws twitch. Harvey had no intention of bouncing around he'd imagine it would upset his throbbing bladder even more. He stood straight and kept still as possible. His legs were starting to ache from their unnatural position. Soon his legs were trembling from the strain of holding up his body weight. He wouldn't be able to stand on them for much longer.

The lion dipped his washcloth into the bowl of water. He took in and squeezed out the extra water. He moved the wet cloth to the coyote's left foot paw and began dabbing it into his rubbery paw pads. The coyote's paw pads splayed wide open at the contact. His toes parting open, trying to avoid the wet washcloth. He pulled at his ankle straps, but it held his paws in place. His foot paws laid helpless, ready for Tom's attention.

Tom started on the central pad, blotting and rubbing. The coyote twisted his leg, but it didn't stop Tom doing his work. Soon the black paw pad was shining like liquorice. The lion rinsed the washcloth and squeezed out the excess water. He turned his attention to the toe pads going over them one at a time. Lastly, Tom pressed the cloth between the coyote's toes wetting the short fur found there.

"First, we have to lather up those paw pads and make them nice and soapy," said Dilan.

Harvey's quivering legs slowly grew worse until he just had to put more of his weight on the ground. As he gradually shifted his weight, the tension in the elastic ropes grew even more. Just as the back of his hooves touched the floor, the lines sprung back, lifting him off the ground completely. He bounced in the air when he came down hard. His hooves stamped down, digging into the bouncy floor tiles and were pushed back into the air. He was propelled into the air a second time.

His bloated bladder didn't like this violent movement at all. His urethra started to spasm in protest. Harvey had to stop himself bouncing before he lost bladder control. He focused his effort on stopping his bouncy movements. Eventually, he arrested his momentum and stood up on his hooves once again. Harvey was beginning to sweat. He was sucking in breaths into his gag from the effort to stop and stand still. The cunning bastards must have designed this set up to force him to piss himself.

The coyote was breathing deeply into his gag. Soft puffs of breath. The lion had moved onto the other foot paw. The coyote's first paw was slippery with soap and water. It glistened under the light. He balled up and then spread open his toes, matching his right paw now under the lion's attention. Harvey didn't doubt for a second that this paw washing was contrived just to put stress on the coyote's bladder.

Harvey's own bladder was getting worse as the constant movement was doing a number on him. He was going to be forced to wet his diaper soon if he wasn't let down. He just had to hold on. Even if it was futile, it was better to resist and not just give in to their treatments, lest he is broken by them. If he could hold on until they had finished with the coyote, they might let him down.

Tom was done with the coyote's right foot paw. He returned the cloth to the bowl and walked out of the room. Both of the coyote's paws were sleek like glazed candy, lickable, delicious and slippery, all soaped up. The coyote shivered under the otter's gaze. The otter's smile turned almost predatory as he continued the pet the top of the 'yote's head.

"It's such a good thing you don't need to piddle. With all that warm soapy water soaking into your toe pads and up into the fur between your toes, it would be hard to hold on," Dilan teased.

Harvey could see the coyote's thigh muscles twitch. He must be trying to hold the dam closed.

This time Harvey lost balance suddenly, jerking down much more roughly than the first time. The elastic ropes flung him up, causing him to go soaring off the ground. His hooves wildly searched out for traction. He found none and kept bouncing up and down in his harness. He was desperate to stop himself from moving. His bouncing motion made his bladder urges almost unbearable. He clamped down on his urethra each time he landed.

Slowly he stopped himself from moving and stood up on his hooves again. His urge to piss was still there, but at least he was standing still. His could feel the sweat dripping down his face. All the exertion of trying to keep still and keep his diaper dry was exhausting. He was bursting to piss now. The urge was growing stronger. He was going to use his dry diaper soon whether he wanted to or not.

The lion was walking back in the room, carrying a new bowl of water. Tom placed it down on the table and began the rinse the coyote's foot paws. He took a fresh washcloth from his forearm, dipping it into the clean bowl. The coyote's eyes focused on the washcloth as the lion squeezed out the excess water back into the bowl. The coyote was twisting in his straps, still trying to get away from the lion's attention.

"Have you ever used a fire hydrant as a urial?" asked Dilan.

The coyote shook his head no.

It was getting tortuous trying to stand still. Harvey knew if he went bouncing again, he could very well piss himself. There was only so much time he could hold still before he was forced to move by the tension in the ropes. Harvey's bladder screamed for release as he bounced again. He could feel his urethra spasm as he was trying to hold back. He mustered all his effort to stop jumping about. He came to a stop atop his trembling hooves, holding the dam closed. He was slick with sweat. His sweat was dripping down his flanks and chest. It was hard to tell if he had leaked or not.

"You'd be surprised at how often our canine patients admit to visiting Mr fire hydrant. I bet you can picture one in your mind. Bright red and just waiting to offer you relief. That feeling of a piss pounding at the base of your cock. Just the thought of Mr fire hydrant making it impossible to keep that piss contained," teased Dilan.

The soft panting from both Harvey and the coyote was interrupted by a hissing noise. At first, Harvey thought it was him until the coyote let out a moan into his gag. The lion didn't skip a beat as he continued to rinse the other soapy foot paw of the coyote. Harvey was focused on the crotch of the coyote's diaper as the evidence of his accident continued to spread. It must be such a relief to let it flow. As the piss stain grew more extensive, the coyote relaxed in his bonds.

Harvey realised he should have looked away as the muscles of his urethra spasmed again. His equine cock erupted. There was no stopping the torrent of hot horse piss flooding his thick diaper. The rapid gushing continued to fill up his diapered crotch. His bladder spasmed as more and more of his piss flowed out. All hope at stopping his wetting was gone. His diaper crotch expanded as it soaked up the fluid. The padding pressed around his cock tightly as it swelled up with fluid, leaving him somewhat dry.

The lion was now drying the coyote's foot paws using the towels he had placed under them. He dabbed and rubbed the black paws until they were dry. He paid no attention to the state of the coyote's diaper. The otter rubbed the back of the coyote's ears. He was acting as if the coyote was a lover instead of a captive. The otter's webbed paws rubbed in small circles.

"I bet you feel so much better now that you let it flow," purred Dilan right into the coyote's ear.

Harvey was still trapped in the bouncer. His legs and hooves were growing steadily more tired as the minutes passed. He was desperate to keep standing still as to not to mash around in a piss filled diaper. The lion and otter left the room, taking their cleaning supplies with them. Seeing that they weren't getting him down anytime soon, Harvey bent his knees and made his legs go slack. He bounced down and then up into the air.

He continued bouncing as the now swollen padding rubbed close to his genitals. It was a strange feeling not uncomfortable like a wedgie, but surprisingly erotic. It was like the harness had different thicknesses of rubber tailored for stimulation more than anything. No, he was starting to get hot! An unwanted feeling, given he was in a wet diaper. He winced inside his gag.

It was the last thing he wanted. He tried to think of anything else but the slick sensations of his horse meat rubbing around the sleek padding inside his diaper. He shook his head, shaking lustful thoughts from his mind, but the alien sensations would not be ignored. As the harness was pulled taut, it was if his cock and balls were being squeezed. As the tension grew slack, it felt as though a firm hand paw was clutching up his length.

The sensations were much worse now he had an empty bladder, and his diaper padding was swollen with fluid. As he bounced up and down, he looked into the coyote's eyes. The coyote had a large stain on the front of his diaper. They were both wet this morning. Despite being watched, Harvey was sure he had a semi hard on inside his thick diaper.

Harvey's cock hardened further forming an oblong lump even visible under the diaper and rubber harness. He puffed into his gag was the stretchy rubber rolled over his maleness as he bobbed in the bouncer. He bent his knees, giving up on trying to halt his movement. Flicks of sweat dropped to the mat under him as the harness stretched and contracted over his crotch. Squeezing and kneading his cock and balls. The harness pressed the swollen padding into his genitals in the most seductive of ways.

Harvey was mindful that the coyote had a full view of him. Horse cocks were hard to hide at the best of times, let alone outlined in tight stretchy rubber. He was sure the coyote had an eye full. Harvey thought it was impossible to go flaccid now that his whole cock was being pumped with each bounce. Even the thick padding couldn't hide his need.

It was then he noticed a bulge in the front of the coyote's diaper. The canine was enjoying the show. There wasn't anything the poor coyote could do to stimulate himself. He was strapped up tightly, unable to attend to his male needs. Harvey began to reason that he might not get a chance like this to masturbate for a long while. Still, he tried to pretend his bouncing wasn't really for masturbation not that he didn't have needs. He nevertheless felt very shameful doing so openly with two other males in the room.

He kept up his act for a few minutes, but as pre-cum leaked into his diaper padding and sweat beading over his forehead, he was losing his composure. He was beginning to realise that there were no secrets here. Even if they couldn't see what he was doing, they could still hear his panting, suppressed moans, the elastic stretch and loosen and the creaking of the rubber coating his diapered crotch being pulled taut.

Harvey lost all dignity as he thrust his hips into the stretchy rubber hoping for more stimulation. He grunted into his gag as he rutted the air. He could feel his orgasm begin to build up. Harvey kept rocking and thrusting, making his excitement grow. He tried to avoid eye contact with the unnamed coyote, but that meant he was staring at the canine's diapered crotch instead.

The coyote's erection had gotten worst most likely his canine knot had made an appearance under the padding. Harvey imagined what the coyote's red rocket would look like as he opened and closed his legs, working his own maleness. He was so worked up that it didn't take long for a powerful orgasm to shake his body. Harvey moaned as he blew his load into his already wet diaper, adding to the mess.

It took a few moments for Harvey to calm down he found purchase on the tiles. As he regained his composure, Tom and Dilan returned to the room. They walked across the ward and began to free Harvey from his bouncer. First, they let him down so he could stand on the tiles without being pulled back up by the elastic ropes. The second step was to remove the stretchy rubber harness from around his waist.

Harvey kept his gaze lifted there is no point looking down he knew that he was in a wet diaper in more ways than one. His captors led him towards his bed and strapped his legs down but leaving the rest of his body unrestrained besides the straitjacket he was wearing. As he closed his eyes, could hear the coyote being unstrapped from his bed. It appeared they were not done with the coyote.

Tom and Dilan were strapping him into the bouncer. He turned to watch the coyote. His ears were pinned flat atop his head as the lion guard pulled up the rubbery harness. The coyote was still hard, his shameful erection on display despite the padding. He was attached to the elastic ropes and pulled high off the ground. His foot paws flailed out under him. He was out of reach of the floor, bouncing and swinging in the air. Was this done so the 'yote could pleasure himself? Perhaps it was the real meaning of playtime.

Harvey looked across the way. The fox, Walton shuddered and balled up his sleek black foot paws. They had been dry earlier, but now they were coated in a glossy sheen of sweat. He appeared to be in some distress. Harvey knew why and he couldn't help but watch as the fox's strainned bladder finally gave out. A stain started soaking into the front of the fox's diaper. It slowly spread downwards when it came into contact with the twin wetness indicator lines they blurred betraying the fox's accident.

The fox had been dry just moments ago. It appeared that everyone had been forced to use their diapers. Walton must have had a large bladder capacity because the already large stain continued to grow until it encompassed a significant portion of the crotch of his vulpine model diaper. The lion and otter went over to the fox and began unstrapping him from his chair. Walton's ears pressed flat atop his head, and his tail wedged itself between his legs as he was frog-marching out of the room by the pair.

Harvey turned to look at the ceiling. He listened to the coyote. At first, he could hear him whimper as he tried not to move. The sounds soon turned to squeaks and creaking as the other fur rocked and rolled in the harness. The coyote gave in to the lustful sensations much like he had done. The room was filled with soft moans and panting breaths as the coyote gave up on being coy and openly masturbated using the bouncer. Until a sudden grunt betraying the coyote's orgasm.

Harvey was glad they both had got a chance to cum. Who knows how long they would be kept locked up in these restraints. Harvey was in for an extended stay at Tulip Gardens. He wondered what would come next. Harvey closed his eyes as he tried to keep those thoughts from his mind. Hopefully, they would be back to change him soon.