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_A younger Tyson sat on the living room floor, just beyond the kitchen where mommy and daddy were seated at the large circular table, minding his own affairs and playing with his toy truck and making "vvroom"ing noises as he moved it forwards and backwards. His ears perked and twitched, mommy and daddy were fighting again, they were always fighting... he splayed his ears. He didn't like it when they fought, it scared him.

"What the fuck did you eat for breakfast this morning, carnation instant CUNT?!" Daddy was furious.

"I'm tired of you treating me like shit, Tom!" mommy retorted. "It was supposed to be your month to pay the electric bill is all I'm tryin to say and you jump my fuckin' case! I'm tired of it, and tired of having to fuckin' cover for your god damn ass! You lost your job.. AGAIN! I wish for once you'd put the fuckin booze aside and help out around here. We're in a hole Tom!"

There was a sound of glass shattering, Tyson looked up from his truck alarmed. Daddy had chucked his beer at the wall and was standing now. "Don't tell me what to do you fuckin' whore!" He screamed.

"Watch your mouth! Ty is in the other room! He can hear us." She shouted back.

"Fuck that litle shit!" Daddy roared.

Mommy shoved daddy backwards, he stumbled drunkenly but caught his balance. "How can you talk about our SON like th-" The back of Daddy's paw swiped across mommy's muzzle with a loud "CRACK!". Her muzzle began to trickle abit of blood, Tyson was bawling his eyes out now. He'd never seen daddy hit mommy, and he knew the red stuff coming from her muzzle was bad, the little hyena was worried tremendously.

Mommy was speechless, tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "I'm done... I can't take anymore of this, I'm getting out of here..." Mommy went to the closet and grabbed a suitcase before hurriedly heading into their bedroom, she came back out minutes later, suitcase bulging of cloths and other personal belongings.

Ty was walking towards mommy now very concerned looking, mommy was walking towards the front door very pissed looking. "Mommy, where are you going?" Ty asked worriedly.

She looked down at him with an expression of hurt and sorrow and said: "Mommy's goin away honey, will you be a good pup for her while she's gone?"

Ty started to cry again. "why? I wanna go with! don't go, please!"

She ignored his pleas and continued out the door. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but times were hard, and she could barely afford to support herself, let alone a drunk abusive husband and a 5 year old growing pup. Things would work out. Tom would go to jail eventually and Tyson would get put in a better home, right? Right?! Sure... and she could still visit...

"MOMMY!!" Tyson fell to his rump and started to wail.

Daddy ran out the door. "Honey don't do this, I'm sorry, I love you!" she didn't hear his last mouthful of bullshit. The sound of the muffler-less 96 Chevy pulling out of the driveway and roaring down the street echoed into the house through the open door._

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Tyson snapped awake, back into the real world, and let out a slight whimper. He squinted, a bright gleam of sunlight was shining in through the window into his eyes. He stifled yawn and scrunched his leg up to get at an itch on his footpaw. Tyson blushed brightly, doing so had emitted a loud crinkling sound. He had forgot till that moment that he had worn one of those diapers to bed, only because James -really- wanted him to and he figured he ought to show some respect for housing him. James had been -nothing- but kind and caring since he picked him up.

Tyson slid his paw down to his baggy jeans crotch. To his sheath as he regained more consciousness and more awareness, it felt wet and warm, but his jeans were dry. He blushed more and gave his frontal area a gentle grope. That intensified the warmth. The diaper was no longer stiff and crinkly like when he had gone to bed, but instead much larger feeling in size, and -very- warm and squishy. He sat up with another crinkle and tossed his covers off, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. Doing so made the swollen diaper squish warmly between his thighs and he blushed again.

He glanced into his mirror; His eyes were bloodshot from crying in his sleep and his cheekfur was soaked with salty tears. He dreamt of that night often, that night which had been the last time Tyson ever saw mommy. She had died a week later from a brain tumor; Mommy always did complain about having ungodly headaches.

He shook the thought of his horrid past and losses off and rubbed his eyes, yawning again. His first thought was to get changed ASAP out of the child's garment which he had soaked with much ease overnight. But then he glanced at his pack of cigs on his nightstand. He really wanted one, he felt totally stressed and shaken up from having that dream again; and changing now would require undoing his belt, fussing to undo the tapes on the diaper which were a bitch to even get -on- in the first place, and then disposing of the infantile garment. That all seemed like too much work and he wasn't in the mood to fuck with it right after just waking up from that horrid dream. He wanted that morning cig really bad so he figured he'd just change after his cig when he felt better.

Tyson grabbed the pack of cigs off his nightstand and opened it. He counted them before pulling one out. Not including the one he pulled out he had 12 cigarettes left. He didn't smoke much compared to other people, 4 a day tops, usually only 2 or 3, mainly a morning cig and one after a big meal. He grabbed his lighter off the nightstand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Tyson stood up and looked himself over in the mirror for a second before exiting his room and making his way through the upstairs hallway, crinkling the entire way. As he made his way down the old creaky stairs and to the front door he found himself thinking about how he'd just chosen to go outside and smoke a cig wearing a wet diaper, a very warm one...

The warm, swollen padding rubbed against his sheath and squished between his thighs with each step, crinkling lots. He grumped and shoulda changed first. The feeling was starting to gross him out to an extent, even if it -was- nice and warm, but he was already outside now. He sat down with another crinkle and stuck the end of the cigarette into his mouth, pulling his lighter out of his pocket and lighting the tip. He exhaled abit and blew a couple O's. He let his thoughts drift around at random. As he relaxed, taking a drag of his cig and French inhaling every so often, he thought about James, how nice of a guy he was. He thought about his dad too, what a waste of air he was. He shook the angry thoughts off again, which used to come every couple of minutes but as of late since he moved in with James, they were coming less often.

Tyson took another long drag, exhaled slowly, and looked up at the clear blue sky as his cancer smoke drifted away. It was nice out, he'd forgotten to look at the clock on his way down though, judging by the sun he estimated it was around one or two. Puff, blow. He watched his smoke trail off again and then a new thought popped into his head. 'I really need to pee.'

He rocked his legs back and forth abit taking another long drag, the cig was half gone now. 'Then go.' a voice seemed to reply back. He blushed abit. 'what?' he asked his mind. 'Just go, you're wearing a diaper, wouldn't it be much easier just to go right there and be relieved then hold it, that annoying feeling of urgency in your sheath, till you finish your cig and go ironically take a whizz in the toilet? You still got half a cig to smoke, and its wet already anyways, wouldn't be changing anything.'

The voice had a couple good points. 'but..' he started to argue again then stopped. 'Fuck it..' he thought to himself, taking another steady drag, and exhaling as his sheath began to trickle. He spread his legs abit and spaced off at the wonderful looking sky again. The trickle began to grow into a stream, and within seconds, he was consciously flooding the already wet diaper. He let out a quiet sigh of relief as the hot warmth splashed over his sheath and spread between his thighs. He blushed abit, it was -really- warm, everywhere, it spread across his butt cheeks into the back of the diaper now before the stream finally tapered off. He was almost sure it was about to start leaking everywhere but it didn't..

'see? wasn't that just so much easier, and it feels kinda good too, doesn't it? that warmth, that squishy warmth.' the voice taunted. The hyena suddenly felt abit ashamed, and very naughty like he had broken a rule, but it wasn't exactly the same, it was a different naughty. That's when he realized he was now slightly erect, his unsheathing stiffening member was beginning to press into the hot squishy front of that soaked diaper. He blushed VERY brightly now, and closed his legs together as an attempt to stop this unexplainable occurrence from progressing any farther. Doing so just made the squishy warmth feel even better against his growing member, speeding the process. 'oh.. man.. stupid cock, this isn't right.' he thought to himself. 'but it really does feel pretty damn good' that other voice replied again.

Suddenly he realized he had let his cigarette burn down to the filter. "damnit" he scoffed as he flicked the butt across the yard and onto the sidewalk. He got up, diaper even warmer, and squishier than it was when he'd first come out. He opened the door and went back inside, as he made his way up the creaky stairs back to his room he realized he was no longer crinkling, but squishing. Each step sounded like a quiet slosh. He blushed even brighter and went into his room, hard as a rock now, throbbing against that squishy warmth hugged tightly to his hips and crotch under his pants.

His pants. Tyson stepped in front of his mirror and just stared for a second before shyly undoing his belt, and letting his pants drop. He got a big whiff of musky piss as he saw what was no longer a snug white diaper with blue lines on it, but instead a yellowish one (Kinda reminded him of the cream colored walls of the hallway) with no lines at all, and not so much snug anymore as loose looking and saggy. Looking at the front it was obvious he was hard, his shaft had tented and stretched the yellowed plastic surface out.

'man, for as much as I first didn't wanna even wear the stupid thing, parts of me are really enjoying this. I feel so naughty. But hell, -anyone- would get turned on by -anything- warm and squishy against their cock, wouldn't they?' He thought to himself before suddenly jumping out of his fur as the doorbell rang loudly throughout the house. DING DONG, DINNNNG DONNNNG, DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG (("Look at me, I'm sexy. I'm a sexy boy!" - Freddy Got Fingered))

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Tyson yelled. Whoever was at the door was pissing him off cause they wouldn't stop ringing the damn doorbell. That was way excessively more than you needed to ring it. Then Tyson blushed, what did he do? Throw pants on over the soaked diaper and answer the door? Or take it off and answer it?

'By time I get the diaper off whoever is there might leave.' Tyson thought before just tugging his baggy jeans back up over his soaked diaper and redoing his belt. 'But what if they notice? Fuck, I really don't have time.' He ran down the creaky stairs, diaper sloshing hotly between his thighs. He reached the door and cracked it open.

"Can I help you?" Tyson asked in a nice tone, even though he wanted to kick the obsessive doorbell ringer's ass.

"Yo, what's up man? You James man? I'm here to hook your internet up and stuff." The man outside replied. It was the cable guy. He was a large black wolf dressed in a blue faded jumpsuit. He had a brown stocking cap on that seemed alittle too big. Under it long black hair dangled down in front of his eyes which were as red as the sun; His iris were an eerie light blue and he reeked of pot. He was holding a brown box.

'The cable guy that looks more like a mechanic' Tyson thought to himself as he opened the door all the way now. In the back of his mind he was thinking about how he was still wearing that soaked diaper; hoping the cable dude didn't smell it or notice it somehow. "No my names Tyson, I just moved in with him. He's at work at the moment." Tyson said.

The cable guy, "Joe" was what his nametag read, cocked his head and then spoke. "Oh, alright." He noticed how Tyson opened the door as if to let him in. "Oh and I don't gotta come in, I just gotta give you this TV-box thing..." He handed the brown unmarked box to Tyson. "Then switch a cord around on alittle box somewhere on your house." He finished.

"Oh, okay." Tyson said, taking the box from the wolf and observing it. It was light, and it wasn't ticking so he was sure there was no bomb in it. Tyson went back inside and sat the brown unmarked box on the couch then went to the door again.

"Oh yeah! You toke bro? I got half a blunt man, Mowie fuckin Wowie. It'll send you to fuckin Pluto man. This job blows and I'm in no real hurry to get to work." The cable guy suddenly said.

Tyson thought hard about the offer but shook his head. The raid at his dad's had scared the piss out of him, and his dad went to jail over drugs. It also looked like the cable dude was afew grams short of an 8th himself from the drugs. "Nah man, I'm a recovering stoner." He said with a small smile. He figured James would kick his ass too if he came home to him smoking a blunt with the cable guy. Besides, he'd already thrown his piece away, too late to turn back now.

"Oh bro, sorry man. I bet you're dyeing now, it probably wasn't even on your mind till I asked. Damn." He said, with too much enthusiasm. Joe was very obviously blitzed out of his mind.

'No.. not really, I could care less.' Tyson thought to himself. He -didn't- care, and this stupid pothead cable guy with his over usage of "bro" and "man" and random shouting was beginning to get on his nerves.

The cable guy lit the blunt up, puffed, and began to hack up a lung. "Ight man (cough hack) Imma go plug that cord in." Joe ran around the corner of the house, then came running back. "I think its on the -other- side dude." He started to geek out as he ran around the other side of the house now. Moments later he came walking back. "Alright bro, net's on. Have fun." He went to leave then suddenly turned around. "Oh yeah, that box man, you can get some NICE fuckin porno channels on that thing bro." He said before turning around again and then completing a 360. "Almost forgot! Where's the payment? Oh yeah dude's at work. I'll stop by later for it. I'm not supposed to do that but what people don't know doesn't hurt them." He said before going into a giggly fit again. "Alright bro I gotta dip, have fun with the net and porn channels man, good luck staying clean too! Its hard as fuck."

With that said, he was -finally- leaving. Tyson shut the door and his eyes got all wide. "Christ all fucking mighty. What a fucking dumbass!" Tyson scoffed. Never in his life had he met a pothead so completely brain-dead. 'No wonder he's a fuckin cable guy. Dude wouldn't even be capable of flipping burgers at McDonalds.' Tyson thought.

Tyson grumped, his thoughts turned back to his soaked diaper. It wasn't warm and good feeling anymore, but just wet and kinda lukewarm. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, and the hyena thought he could even feel a slight diaper rash beginning to form. Besides that James would be home soon, he didn't want to get caught in the diaper, it was starting to reek badly of stale piss through his baggy jeans.

Tyson sloshed back up the creaky stairs and through the hall to his room. He shut his door and walked over to his mirror. The hyena stood in front of it and dropped his pants, strong smell of piss filling his nose. After looking over his soaked yellow diaper front again he began to peel the tapes off one by one. The diaper dropped to the floor with a light thump. He blushed brightly, realizing just how soaked he had been. The hyena picked the musky piss sponge off the floor and balled it up before tossing it into the wastebasket in the lower right corner of his room by his closet and bedroom doors.

Tyson kicked off his pants and grabbed a towel off of his dresser. He thought about just wiping himself down but decided a shower would be much better. The hyena exited his room and padded down the hallway completely nude expect for his shirt to the bathroom. He flicked the light on, shivering abit. The air felt cold to his damp sheath and butt. The light flickered on and he sat his towel on the back of the toilet. The hyena slid the shower curtain partially open and turned the hot water on. He pulled the stick thing so the water began pouring out of the showerhead instead of the fossit.

Tyson stuck his paw under the water and began to adjust the water temperature to his liking. Once he found the right temperature he removed his shirt, tossing it onto the floor and grabbing the shampoo and conditioner James had gotten him out of the grocery bag he'd tossed on the floor last night. He stepped into the shower, murring abit as the steamy water rained against his chest and dribbled down over his sheath and legs. He sat the shampoo and conditioner on the shower shelf and turned around, soaking his back now, eyes closed in pleasure. Hot showers always felt so good. He grabbed the shampoo again and squirted some into his paw before beginning to lather his fur all over with it.

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James parked the car out in front of the house and turned the engine off. He leaned back in his car seat and let out a sigh. 'Finally home, another long day of boring work gone by.' He thought to himself before popping his car door open and hopping out. He shut the door and clicked his car device; 'whoop whoop'

James crossed the grass boulevard and began up the cobblestone path before he came to a halt. A brown cigarette butt lying on the path. 'god damnit Ty, stop throwing your butts in the yard.' he thought as he picked it up. His eyebrow raised. 'wait a sec...' He gave it a sniff. 'this is a fuckin blunt roach! oooo Imma have to have a -big- talk with Tyson' James said furiously in his head. He closed his fist around the roach and continued up the path to the front door. the wolf turned the knob and swung the door open before entering the house and accidently slamming the door. He wasn't paying attention, his mind was fixed on going up to bitch at Tyson for bringing drugs into his house. Right after his dad had got arrested for them too; AND telling him no drugs in his household.

James stormed up the creaky stairs and was about to go to Tyson's room before noticing the shower running. He approached the bathroom door and pounded on it. "Oy! Get out, I need to have a talk with you!" James shouted through the door.

Tyson who was now rinsing his fur in the shower, jumped at the sudden pounding on the door. He heard James voice booming from the other side and he sounded really pissed about something. 'What the hell does he want? I didn't even know he was home. Bastard scared the piss out of me.' Tyson thought as he shut the water off. He stepped out of the shower onto the dark blue rug and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist. He opened the door and almost instantly James had the roach stuffed up in his face. Tyson jerked his head back.

"What is -this-?" James asked, sounding furious.

"It looks like a roach, obviously. You interrupted my epic hot shower for -that-?" Tyson replied.

"What the hell?! I found it on the cobblestone path. What are you thinking bringing this shit into my house?!" James yelled.

Tyson's face lit up alarmed. "Woah, woah, WOAH! That is not mine! That stupid pothead cable guy must of flicked it there." Tyson stated.

"That's a bullshit lie, cable guys don't just go around smoking blunts on the job!" James argued.

Tyson was angry now. "I'm telling the fuckin truth! You didn't see this dude, his eyes were SO red, and he wouldn't stop ringing the doorbell and then he kept going on about how the cable box thing gets you amazing porn channels. The dude was a fucking loser! He asked me if I wanted to toke with him and I said no because one, you said no drugs. I even threw my piece away yesterday. And Two, if I keep smoking I'm not gonna amount to anything!" Tyson argued back in one big mouthful, he was panting now.

James who was still holding the roach up let his arm fall to his side. "You're not lying about any of this?"

"No! The cable box is downstairs on the couch and the cable guy will be back later to get your payment. I told him you were at work. My piece is in my garbage too under one of those diapers if you wanna go confirm." He stated.

"No, I believe you..." James replied, feeling kinda bad now for jumping the hyena's case after he made two very responsible decisions. He stepped past Tyson and flicked the roach into he toilet before flushing it down. Then he turned to Tyson, looking apologetic. "Sorry I jumped your case." He clapped his paw down on the hyena's shoulder and then gave him a head ruffle like he often did before letting that smile of his grow onto his face. "You know what else? I'm really proud of you too." James added.

Tyson ear twitched, James was proud of him? The hyena became overwhelmed with more of those strange emotions and bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from crying. Nobody had ever told him that before, not in his entire life. Maybe when he was little after he took a dump in the big boy potty for the first time but he couldn't remember that far back. That thought made him hate his childhood even more. He shook the anger again and looked up at James, somewhat teary eyed. "Thanks."

"No problem." James replied with that smile. "Imma go cook something to eat, -you- eat yet? I'll make something for both of us." James said.

"No I haven't. I woke up and changed (lie), smoked a cig, then the cable guy showed up. Then I showered." Tyson answered.

"Spaghetti?" James asked.

"That works!" Tyson replied smiling.

"Alrighty, I'll call you in awhile when its done. Go dry off and get dressed, you're dripping all over the place." James stated.

Tyson grinned and shook himself furiously, causing water to go everywhere before quickly running past James to his bedroom, hyena cackling his ass off all the way.

"OY! You little shit, you just got me soaked along with the whole hall!" James pouted.

"I know, that was the point!" Tyson yelled from his room, still laughing as he began to dress.

"Little bastard." James laughed back as he began making his way downstairs to prepare the Spaghetti.

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Tyson finished up doing his belt and sat down at his computer desk, fliping the laptop open. It buzzed and crackled before the blue Windows login screen popped up. He clicked the admin user and leaned back in his leather swival chair. A few minutes went by and the computer finally loaded up the desktop.

Tyson clicked on the Mozilla icon and was about to check his email when his bedroom door creaked open. He snapped his head around to see James peering at him.

"How bout we go out to eat instead?" James asked giving Tyson a big smile.

Tyson smiled back and wagged. "Really?? Where at?!" Tyson asked excitedly.

"Your pick!" James stated.

Tyson pondered hard and scratched at his muzzle for afew moments before smiling and looking back up at James. "Any Chinese buffets around here?" He asked curiously.

James smirked "I like the way you think boy!" He stated before motioning Tyson to follow.

Tyson headtilted abit, his question never really answered but he followed in pursuit through the hallway and down the creaky stairs. The two exited the house, James locking the door behind them before they both walked down the cobblestone path and hopped into James' car.

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James found a nice parking space close to the entrance and the two both got out of the car. Tyson gazed up in awe, the building was huge, the sign read "Golden Dragon Buffet" James clicked the Lock button his his key chain. Whoop Whoop!

The two walked up to the entrance, Tyson smiled and held the first set of doors open for James. "Thanks!" James said, returning the favor. Tyson thanked him back and started looking around as James followed him up to the counter.

The restaurant was very fancy looking, it was in the shape of a V, the front counter was a straight shot from the entrance with a door to the kitchen behind it. One side of the V held the buffet line and the other held all the seating areas. The floor was carpeted with a dark red carpet with gold Dragons strewn across it, the walls were the same red but the gold dragons only bordered the top of the walls by the ceiling. Fancy golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling everywhere.

"Holy crap, this place must cost a fortune, are you sure you wanna take me here?" Tyson said as he continued to look around. Happy furs sat at various booths and tables laughing and having a good time as Waitresses dressed in red and gold kimonos scurried about bringing fresh food to the buffet line.

James dinged the bell on the counter and a young waitress dressed like all the others quickly came out of the kitchen. "Hewwo, tank you come Golden Dragon Buffet! May I hewp orda?" It was obvious she wasn't born in the US, her accent was very thick.

"Two people." James said, handing a twenty dollar bill to the waitress.

"Tank you an have good time!" She stated, giving the two a warm smile and giving a quick bow. James lead the way to the Buffet line and the two furs grabbed themselves some fancy looking porcelain plates.

"So James, do they have the creamofsomeyounguy here?" Tyson asked as serious as possible, trying not to laugh.

James coughed on his saliva and stifled his laughter as best as possible, shooting Tyson a disaproving look. "Behave yourself!"

"It was a serious question!" Tyson argued.

James started to full out laugh now. "Just be quiet and keep it appropriate!" he said shooting Tyson another look.

Tyson found it hard to take him seriously while he was grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland. The two went through the line, both looking almost savage from the sight of all the tasty looking Chinese chow. Tyson wasn't even waiting, he picked at various foods and stuffed it into his mouth as he walked down the line, shoveling food onto his plate with spoons and tongs. The two got to the end of the line and James led them around past the front counter to the right side of the V where all the seating was. Tyson scanned the area and then began walking over to a secluded booth seat in the corner.

James grinned, "Good spot."

The two sat down and Tyson immediately began to stuff his muzzle. He paused only to tell James how 'orgasmalicious' the food was. James laughed, he'd never heard that one before. The wolf began to dig into his own food, chewing and swallowing before lookin up at Tyson. "So... I still don't know that much about you yet."

Tyson chewed and swallowed, meeting James' stare. "Well... what do you want to know?"

James squinted an eye and looked down, thinking for awhile before speaking. "Honestly, I have no idea, anything or everything I guess..." He replied.

Tyson frowned, "Well that doesn't help me out... hmmm well.. I guess I can start with my hobbies." Tyson stated.

James smiled. "That works!"

"Well if you haven't noticed, I'm big into music, its my religion. I play alittle guitar... I like soccer too I guess... annnd... ummm.. video games are fun!" Tyson said before shoving more food into his muzzle.

"That it?" James asked, doing the same.

Tyson nodded as he chewed, then swallowed. "Pretty much... how bout yourself?"

James thought for a second. "I love music aswell, haven't touched a guitar in years though. Not really a sports fan either. I'm a huge movie whore, I like hiking... ummm.."

Tyson started to laugh alittle before interrupting. "You're just as bad at this as I am" He snickered.

James smirked and stuck his tongue out before they both went back to eating, they finished up their first plates and went back to the buffet line for seconds. On their way back to the table James started to look abit distraught. He sat down and scratched at his muzzle abit before taking a deep breath. "Sooo... I know this is an iffy subject... but what are your plans?" James asked, glancing up at Tyson.

Tyson rolled his eyes and grumbled before speaking. "I dunno, I figured I'd find a shitty job, save up some money, quit, then go get my GED." He stated, staring at the ground as he ate.

James earsplayed slightly, he knew this annoyed Tyson and felt bad for asking, but at least he had it figured out. 'He really is a good kid' The wolf thought to himself, smiling and gazing over Tyson.

The two furs must have stayed there chatting for hours after they finished eating because by time they got around to leaving it was already starting to get dark out. They hopped into James' car like usual and headed home. The whole car ride Tyson lounged back with his eyes closed, holding his stomach. He'd eaten like 4 platefuls of food, it was very good food too.

Eventually the car came to a stop and Tyson opened his eyes, letting out a slight yawn as he raised his paws and stretched. He felt like going for a nap, and that's probably what he was going to do too. James hopped out of the car first and snickered, watching as Tyson sluggishly crawled out.

As the two walked down the cool cobblestone path to the front door Tyson yawned once again and gave James a poke. "Thanks for taking me out.. I think Imma head to bed though, its already 8 somehow, time really flew by, that and I think I ate too much..." Tyson stated as he rubbed his tummy lightly.

James unlocked the door and opened it, letting Tyson enter first then following and hasngin his keys up on the wall. "Alrighty then, sleep well! I'll still be up for a little while if you need anything." James said hopping over the back of the L couch and sprawling out.

Tyson stood there for afew moments watching James sprawl out before slowly making his way up the creaky stairs to his room. He entered and shut the door behind him, locking it. The hyena began to strip his cloths off, first his shirt, then his pants and boxers. He walked in front of his tall mirror and admired his tone butterscotch body for awhile before kneeling in front of his dresser and pulling out another pawper for the night; he was grinning now.

Tyson unfolded it and lied it out on the floor, sitting down on it and reclining back. He threaded his tail through the back then grabbed the front and spread his legs wide before pulling the thick fluffy diaperfront up tightly against his sheath. He held it there with one paw and did the tapes with the other, making sure to refasten them nice and snug afterward.

The hyena stood up with a loud crinkle and walked back in front of his mirror and smiled, he turned around, looking over his shoulder as he gave his crinklebutt a little wiggle. Tyson turned back around and placed his paws on the sides of his diaperfront, blushing brightly. 'I've been waiting all night for this, finally time' He thought to himself with a smirk as he slumped some, sighing as a small little spot began to form on the front of his diaper. It stopped, then began to grow bigger in every direction. Tyson mrrrr'd as he wet himself, his hot urine soaking into his diaper and making it slowly swell and sag wetly between his legs as it splashed hotly over his sheath and balls. He kept going, having been holding it since his shower, his yena member beginning to slowly slide out of its sheath as he purposely had an accident. The wetness spread back past his balls and started warm his fuzzy buttcheeks before suddenly tapering off. The hyena was too hard to finish now, his diaper tented in the front and sagging wetly between his legs. 'I guess, I can get used to this, its not bad at all!'

The hyena grinned and gave his now wet and squishy front a squeeze. He mrrrf'd and grinned, and thought about doing naughty things but he really did feel kinda sick from overeating so he squish crinkled over to his light switch and flipped it off before crawling into bed and covering up. As he drifted off he thought about his dad and James some more, then about his plans, for once he was feeling pretty confident..

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Tyson stirred in his bed. Still mostly asleep, he was as hard as a rock. He started to slowly grind his warm squishy diaper front between his hard-on and mattress. It felt good. His hips rocked gently into his mattress and he stirred some more, before realizing what he was doing. He rolled onto his back and stretched out, muzzle gaping as he emitted a long yawn. He squinted his eyes open and looked around. His gaze roamed to the clock James had given him for his room. It was a quarter to 3, James would be getting off work soon. Tyson was still tired (Always so damned tired), but he was too horny to go back to sleep.

His paw slowly slid down his shirtless furred chest until it was resting on the warm squishy front of his diaper. He had come to accept his arousal from the wet diapers, and gently squeezed the wet warmth around his hard yenahood. He squirmed in delight, then squeezed again. 'so nice' he thought as he began to work his paw up and down, squeezing and groping that squishy warmth along his needy member. He squirmed more, a goofy grin on his face and he began to work faster. Up, down, he squished the wet diaper from base to tip, back and forth.

Tyson began to pant abit, letting his tongue flop out of his muzzle as he felt himself beginning to come close. He began to rock his hips up into his gropey paw and squeeze his thighs together making the diaper warmsquish against his fuzzy balls. Up, down, squish squish. He sped up abit more and splayed his ears, it felt so good. He began to writhe from the pleasure he was giving himself before his paw finally clamped the squishy diaper front tight around his yenacock. He jerked a small bit as he came into the front of the wet diaper, his yena jizzims pooling in a hot goopy mess around his cock as it spurted out in thick ropes. His cock engulfed in hot cum felt even better then just the wet diaper. Tyson's paw loosened up and he let out a pleased sigh, feeling MUCH better now.

He lied there panting for abit in the aftermath of his climax before throwing his covers off and sitting up with a soggysquish. Tyson swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed at his eyes. Gazing around again, and feeling more awake now he thought to himself. 'guess I should change and get dressed'

Tyson's paw strayed down to his crinkly hips. He picked at the tapes of the swollen diaper and peeled them off one by one. After doing so he slowly peeled the front of the diaper back from his genitals. The smell of musky piss and cum filled his nostrils. There was a string of cum running from the inside of the wet diaper front to the tip of his pink cock as it resided slowly back into its sheath. Tyson slid the soaked diaper out from under his damp furry arse and bundled it up into a ball. He tossed it across his room into the wastebasket in the corner. It hit the wall with a thud and dropped in. 'He shoots he scores!' he thought to himself.

Tyson slid off the edge of his bed and kneeled down in front of his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and went to reach for a pair of boxers but froze. His gaze trailed from the boxers to the right in the drawer, where he had neatly placed all of his diapers Monday night. Slowly, his paw meandered towards the neat stacks of diapers. 'James wouldn't notice. At least I don't think he would' he thought to himself. The thought of wearing them during the day suddenly fancied his interest, it sounded like it could be fun. But what if James noticed? He'd be SO embarrassed and wouldn't know what to say, he'd make him tell him why. He could make up a lie or an excuse though.

'I just woke up' he heard himself telling James in his head.

'Why didn't you change out of it before coming downstairs? and you're -dry-' he heard him stating.

Okay that's rubbish...' he told himself. He'd have be very sneaky, but he wanted to do it badly. The thought of wearing a diaper secretly during the day, with James around, made his adrenaline race. His heart pounded and he grabbed a diaper from out of the drawer and slid it back shut.

Tyson just stared at it for a couple moments before unfolding it and lying it down on his bed. He climbed up onto the bed and guided his rump down onto the soft silky seat of the diaper before lying back. He threaded his tail through the elastic tailgaurd then spread his legs and brought the thick crinkly front up between them, pulling it snug to his sheath. He unfolded the tapes one by one and taped the padding snugly into place. When he finished he sat back up with a crinkle and smiled, he was getting pretty good at putting them on.

Tyson slid off his bed again and bent down, opening his 2nd from bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of faded baggy jeans. He closed the drawer then opened the third one, grabbing a black-t with "KoRn" written across the front. He closed that drawer to then began dressing himself, crinkling loudly with every bit of movement. He stepped into the baggy jeans and then pulled them up over his kit-pants. Tyson glanced over at his mirror, his diaper was visible poking up over the waist of his jeans. The white contrasting to his spotted butterscotch torso. He found himself abit turned on again. He went back to dressing and slid the KoRn shirt on over his head, threading his arms through the sleeves.

"There we go, not -too- obvious" he said to himself, staring at his jeans crotch in the mirror. It was slightly bulkier than normal but not by much. You'd have to have been checking his crotch out pretty hard to of noticed the extra bulge to it. Tyson glanced at the clock again, it was 5 past 3. James would be home anytime now from work. His heart thumped fast, what if this was a bad idea? Now that he thought about it, this would mean he'd have went through 2 diapers in one day if he wore one to bed later that night. James would notice if he ran out fast, he wouldn't have any for night and he would soak his bed, making his room smell like piss. James would get irked and a red flag would be waved.

Tyson shook the paranoia off and crinkled his way downstairs and into the kitchen to make some breakfast. He popped the fridge open and grabbed the milk gallon and carton of eggs. He sat them both on the black linoleum counters and kneeled down (crinkle) opening one of the cabinets built into the counters, and pulled a pan out. he stood back up (crinkle) and set the pan on the stove. He began pulling eggs out of the carton, cracking them on the edge of the pan, dumping their contents into the pan, and tossing the shells into the garbage. He did this 4 times with 4 eggs before unscrewing the lid off the milk jug and pouring a little milk into the pan. He screwed the cap back on the put the milk and eggs back where he found them in the fridge. He turned around and opened the farthest left drawer and pulled out a fork. Turning the burner on to medium-high he began to mix the milk and eggs around till it looked like a solid yellow solution.

Tyson waited about 3 minutes before starting to stir it. The eggs scrambled quickly, and within minutes he was scraping the scrambled eggs off onto a plate. He smirked while he stuck the pan into the dishwasher and rinsed his fork in the sink. He was now wet again, just abit though, not soaked like earlier during his naughty act of diapered masturbation. He stuck the fork into his eggs and carried the plate over to the bar top wall, setting it down. He then took a seat on one of the three stools (crinkle) and began to shovel the scrambled eggs into his muzzle. Not moments later James came strolling in through the front door.

"I'm home!" He called out before noticing Tyson at the bar eating. "Oh you're right there." James laughed.

"How was work?" Tyson asked after chewing a mouthful of scrambled eggs and gulping them down.

"Same old, boring." He stated, hanging his keys up on the wall and then hoping over the back of the L couch and landing on it with a big thump.

Tyson laughed at how James chose to hop over it instead of going around it to lie down like a normal person. James picked up the remote and turned the tv on. He began to channel surf. "So what have you been up to all day? Sleeping right?" He laughed again.

"Pretty much, woke up at a quarter to three, lied (masturbated) in bed for alittle while before actually getting up." Tyson said. "Then I made breakfast" he added.

"Sorry but I gotta ask..." James paused. "I don't gotta wash your bedding do I?"

Tyson blushed brightly. "N-no" he stuttered before shoveling in more eggs.

"Alrighty, good man. Take it ya wore one then?" James replied.

Tyson changed to a darker shade of blush. Why did he have to act so open about his problem, it was severely embarrassing. If he said his bedding was alright what did he think, the hyena's problem stopped on its own? He didn't tell him that though. "Yeah... the night before too." he blurted out in a gloomy tone. Did he wear one? He was WEARING one -now-.

"Alrighty, sorry for prying, I know that's a touchy area for you." James said, giving Tyson an apologetic glance, then looking back at the TV.

"S'alright" Tyson stated before shoveling in the last bite of his eggs. He chewwed and swallowed before getting up and putting his plate and fork away in the dishwasher.

"Yaknow this is already your third day here and we've barely even hung out at all. Come sit down and watch some TV." James commanded.

Tyson frowned abit. 'I have to walk past without him hearing my crinkles though.' he thought to himself. "Sure" Tyson said, not wanting to be rude, as he slowly made his way into the living room and shuffled his way very carefully around the glass coffee table to the wall-side of the L couch and sat down.

James looked at him oddly, noticing his careful movements. "You stoned?" he asked.

Tyson gave him a 'what the fuck? random...' look. "No, why?" he headtilted.

James hmm'd. "Dunno, you just seem kinda slow moving." he said.

Tyson's heart raced but he thought of a reply quickly. "Its how I always walk, I'm a relaxed person. Probably haven't noticed it till now." He stated.

"Ah" James simply replied and then began channel surfing again. "Barely shit on TV, Golden Girls or MTV?" he asked.

"MTV" Tyson replied. 'Golden Girls? What a dork.'

"MTV it is then" James replied flipping through to that channel. The current video playing was something Tyson had never heard. The box in the corner at the beginning had said "Steady As She Goes" by "The Raconteurs". He listened and smiled, wasn't half bad, catchy tune.

James seemed to know the song and was singing along quietly. "Find yerself a girl and settle down. Live a simple life in a quiet town. Stay steady as she goeees (are you steady now?) steady as she goo-ohhs..."

Tyson smiled and watched James karaoke, he tried not to laugh. From what he was hearing James wasn't one of the best singers by a long shot. Memories of Kelly Clarkson's devil shrieking returned to him.

"Did you ever look through my movie collection?" James asked curiously, pointing at the shelf of DVDs under the tv.

"Totally forgot, I was gonna check them out when I first got here but it spaced my mind!" he said, actually excited. He slid off the couch and crawled towards the shelf and began to skim through the titles. He had -everything- the hyena liked: 28 Days later, Cheech and Chong movies, A whole collection of George A. Romero films, Teriteeno's (Can't Spell :P) Planet Terror, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, Freddy Got Fingered, and about easily a hundred more. Tyson ooo'd and awww'd as he continued skimming through.

James watched him smiling, then cocked his head to the side and raised a brow. What was that sticking out from the back of Tyson's pants? The hyena's shirt had rode up over his waistline when he arched to view the movies. James stared a little longer then raised both eyebrows as if to say "huh... oookay then..." He switched from laying down to sitting cross legged on the couch. James cleared his throat noisily and then spoke. "Ty your... uh... your diaper is showing..." he said.

Tyson froze, then spun around quickly. "My what? W-what are ya talking about?" he said with a nervous laugh, trying to play stupid.

James didn't buy it, he was sure of what he'd saw. "Lift your shirt." he commanded.

"W-why?" Tyson argued. His heart was once again speeding up now, and his cheeks felt hot, he knew he was blushing, but there wasn't any control over that.

"Cause I told you to" James stated sternly. "What are ya hiding? You're blushing now too, and you look guilty." he added.

"I'm not hiding anything, I just feel uncomfortable, you telling me to lift my shirt up. What's -that- about?" He stated.

"Pfft, oh please that was one of the worst cover-ups ever, just like your pants covering that diaper." he said, now provoking the hyena abit.

Tyson blushed at his verbal attack. "Alright, fine, you win!" Tyson said, flashing him the waist of his diaper.

James cleared his throat again. "Care to explain why you're running around in a diaper during the daytime while you're awake, or do I gotta pry constantly for answers?" He asked.

Tyson flattened his ears, he didn't know whether to make up some sort of lie or tell the whole story. He thought hard. 'well I really doubt he'll buy "I just woke up"' he thought. Tyson sighed and dropped his head in shame. "Th-they're really comfy." He squeaked out.

James nodded abit. "That's a start, how long has this been goin on?" he threw out another question.

"Just today." Tyson answered obediently. "A-am I in trouble?" He asked tailtucking with a crinkle.

"No you're not in trouble, I'm just dumbfounded and curios though..." he replied, and then he spoke again suddenly. "Is that you? Or the carpet?" he asked, his eyebrow raising up high. James smelt piss, and he had scrubbed the hell out of the carpet that night after him and Tyson had gotten back from the store.

"What?" Tyson asked confused now.

James got up and walked over to Tyson, and began sniffing at him. "A-are you wet?" James looked kinda freaked out now.

"W-w-what? Of course not that's gross! I told you they're just comfy..." Tyson stated.

"You're lying..." James replied.

"Am not!" Tyson argued.

"I can smell it, you reek like a wet diaper. I have a really keen sense of smell." James said, crossing his arms now. "Tell the truth..." He said in that stern tone again.

"What if I don't?" Tyson meekly asked.

James thought for a second then smirked. "You're living under -my- roof, you may be 18, though by things I've seen tonight I kinda beg to differ, I expect you to follow the rules I set. I told you in the car there weren't many, but I expect to not be lied to. If you don't tell the truth, I guess I'll punish you, and since you're kinda acting like a little kid right now in more ways than one, maybe I'll punish you like one. Give ya a nice spanking or something." He stated.

Tyson's mouth dropped open. "You -wouldn't-" he said, absolutely shocked by the sudden change of James from a Mr. nice guy to a sick-minded hardass.

James looked serious. "Try me, I really don't like being lied to. Now are ya gonna admit the truth or do I gotta put you over my knee and spank your padded ass?" He turned his palms up in a "I dunno" gesture.

Tyson's face lit up like a jack-o-lantern, a scared jack-o-lantern. He was seriously gonna do it if he didn't come clean. He thought about telling him "Lets see you try" but decided he didn't want to go there, the wolf -was- alot bigger in size compared to him, standing 6'2 to the hyena's 5'11. He was built too. The hyena looked down very ashamed and then spoke "Okay maybe I'm alittle wet..." Tyson stated shyly. This sucked, he felt like a complete child, he was 18 and just got caught wearing a wet diaper and threatened to be spanked if he didn't admit to it. He pouted now like a child who had been busted raiding the cookie jar.

James smiled, partly because Tyson actually listened and partly because the wolf was actually really enjoying playing this father-like role, and partly because he found Tyson's pouty-face adorable.

"Thanks for coming clean Tyson" He said.

Tyson nodded, still looking very ashamed.

"Okay so here's the dealie. I'm not gonna say you can't do this. I don't quite understand, but if it makes you happy go for it..." James stated, giving the hyena a reassuring smile.

Tyson cocked his head. "You're not freaked out or grossed out or anything?"

"Not really, like I said I don't quite understand, but I'm not gonna judge ya or anything, you're a good kid and I'm cool with it." James stated. "Don't crap in them though, then I'm gonna have abit of a problem." He added with a laugh.

Tyson blushed again very brightly, one at being called a 'good "kid"', and two at the crapping statement. "I-I wont" he replied.

James began to laugh suddenly, it made Tyson jump. "Next you're gonna want me to start calling you "Pup" and changing your diapers."

Tyson blushed hardcore at that last statement. Even harder as he got a thought. 'If you really want to...'

James blushed abit as well as he replayed what he had just said in his head. "Heh.. heheheh...." he gazed around and then looked as if he really wanted to say something. "You don't... do you?" He raised his eyebrow and his cheeks grew darker.

Tyson looked at him wild-eyed, flabbergasted he had just asked that. He didn't know what to say, "No" seemed like a good answer but what came out was: "W-why?"

James thought about it. He had always wanted a kid, badly. But to his dismay, after trying to impregnate his lady mate several times when he was 20, and not once succeeding, found out his seed was sterile and he couldn't have kids. She had left him over it, what a bitch. He then turned to the adoption agencies soon after but was declined of that too because of a horrible mix up when he was 21. He had been at a graduation party, and he met this chick he really liked. He had asked her how old she was and she had told him she was 18, like him. He believed her, she easily looked it. They went upstairs to an empty room and things got hot and heavy. Halfway through, the party had been raided by the police, they sure do do alot of raiding don't they? They searched all the rooms and when they were found the police began asking questions. James learned to his dismay the girl was in fact 16. He was charged with sex with a minor, and served 5 months in jail. He tried to fight the charge but the court didn't believe him when he told them she lied about her age. When they asked her she denied ever telling him she was 18. That stupid lying cunt. So jail time and oh not only that, he was tacked online onto the sex offender list. Hence his denial to adopt a child. "We don't let sex offenders adopt innocent children" the lady in the Social Security office had told him. He tried to tell her the story but she blew him off. So here he was, wanting kids so badly and unable to have them cause his spoo was useless and cause of the lying bitch at the graduation party. Why he hadn't just hooked up with a chick who -had- kids? He thought about it, but never stumbled onto any that stole his heart. Now there was Tyson though, he may have been 18, but this sudden awkward discovery seemed to play perfectly into everything.

"I have my reasons..." is what came out.

Now Tyson thought hard, he felt really awkward, but at the same time, abit excited. He grew up with a dad who wasn't really a dad, so what would hurt about making up for it with a not-a-dad who is more of a dad than his real dad ever was? He looked up and met James' gaze. "I-if.. you really wanna." He said shyly, blushing still. "A-are okay with that? I'll try it I guess." he added.

James found to his dismay he really did wanna, and that goofy smile crept onto his face again. "Sure." He answered, then shyly he opened his arms up as if to hug someone and cocked his head to the side.

Tyson looked around cautiously, like he was afraid someone was watching. He looked back at James, arms opened and so inviting. With a crinklywag Tyson stepped forward into the hug and wrapped his arms around the wolf.

James hugged the hyena tight and patted his back, then his padded butt, which soggy squished on contact. The hyena felt alittle more than just alittle wet, He felt soaked. "So, how bout we get you changed then... Pup?" He said with a giant smirk before nudging the hyena towards the creaky stairs.

Tyson didn't say anything back, he was too busy trying to decode his emotions. It was that one called happy he felt again, plus another one like butterflies in his tummy. He let the wolf guide him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

James shut the door behind himself as they entered Tyson's room. He turned to Tyson and smiled. "Okies, first of all where do you keep your diapers? Second, lie down on your bed." He instructed. Tyson did as told and lied down on his bed before pointing at the bottom drawer of his dresser. James nodded and kneeled down in front of the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and finding the diapers with ease. He snagged one out of the drawer and then closed it before getting back up and deciding to grab the towel off of the hyena's dresser too.

James walked over to the foot of the bed and smiled down at Tyson. The hyena smiled back up at him. James sat the clean diaper down on the bed along with the towel and than leaned forward, slowly undoing Tyson's belt. He did so with ease, then unbuttoned the hyena's jeans and unzipped them. The smell of stale piss hit his nose almost instantly. He smirked and then slide the hyena's pants down to his knees. His smirk turned into a grin. "Just alittle wet huh?" He teased.

Tyson blushed brightly and ear splayed. "I -was-" he said.

James laughed and began to peel back the tapes of the hyena's yellowed soaked diaper. He pulled the soaked front down and the piss smell intensified even more. "damn boy, your pee reeks." James said, pulling his head back.

Tyson made a sort of "rrrf" sound, what could he say? He was a hyena after all.

James smiled, finding the "rrrf" cute as he slid the sodden kitpants out from under the 18 year old's arse. He balled it up and tossed it into the wastebasket where he noticed two other soaked diapers already at home. Taking the towel in hand, he began to wipe down the hyena's thighs, sheath, and arse.

Tyson, who was suddenly compelled to nibble on the claw of his thumb, blushed brightly as he was wiped down and his pink yenamember began to play peek-a-boo out of his sheath.

James grinned. "Wow, the pup is likin this, huh?" He teased some more. The wolf stared at his unsheathing member abit, blushing ever so slightly. His shaft was cute. The wolf was actually bi, but with a female preference (maybe cause the want of kids) he did enjoy the occasional fling with another male though. It made him feel dirty and that turned him on. If it wasn't for the fact the Hyena was starting, or already was pretty much, like a son to him, he'd probably have used his muzzle to clean him up instead of the towel; He's legal.

After he finished wiping up the hyena he picked the fresh diaper up and unfolded it. "Lift your butt" he commanded. The hyena did as told and arched his back up. James slid the fresh diaper under Tyson's butt and then told him he could relax now. Tyson sat his rump back down on the silky soft seat of the fresh diaper, now nibbling on more of his thumb than just the claw. James brought the crinkly white front of the diaper up between the hyena's legs, adjusting the hyena's stiffy real quick with his paw so he could pull the diaper snug against him.

Tyson shuddered abit and blushed at the wolf's paw touching his hard member.

"Naughty pup" James said as he chuckled and began to tape the diaper in place snug to the hyena's crotch and hips. He finished taping the diaper on and gave the front a gentle pat before pulling the hyena's pants back up to his waist and redoing his zipper, button, and belt. "There ya go pup, all nice and clean now." James said smiling.

Tyson sat up with a crinkle and wagged, making himself crinkle copiously. He turned and kind of tumbled into the wolf so he was leaning against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the wolf and nuzzled against him. "Thanks... daddy." Tyson mumbled. He started to cry into the wolf's chest. It wasn't sad crying though. They were happy tears.

James blushed at being called daddy and hugged the hyena back, holding him tightly. "Your welcome pup.." he replied before resting his muzzle between the hyena's ears.

They sat there on Tyson's bed cuddled tight like that for a long time, until Tyson had fallen asleep in James' arms. The hyena was still tired after all, he had only gotten up cause his hard-on woke him up.

Jame smiled and lied the hyena down in his bed, placing his head on the bug covered pillow. He tugged the covers up over him and gave him a kiss on the side of his muzzle, paw running over his headfur softly. "Night pup, nap well." James got up and padded over to the bedroom door. He opened it and looked back at the sleeping hyena, a -huge- smile on his face, he was crying too now. He exited the hyena's room and shut the door gently. They were both happy. Tyson finally had the kind caring dad he'd never had; and James finally had the pup he'd always wanted. It couldn't have worked out any better than that.

The End...