Weekend in Diapers (Pt. 3)
After a long night of drinking beer and binging on cold pizza, Hank fell asleep next to Jordan in his bed. Both of the males were wearing nothing but their dirty diapers. Hank slept on his side with one of his paws resting on the dragon's damp crotch. As Sunday morning came around, many of the partygoers woke up from their slumber and hazily walked to their cars and drove away. Hank opened his eyes a little and looked at his bedroom window as he heard cars pulling out of the driveway. The tired fox went back to sleep.
Jordan woke up and yawned, stretched his arms and expanded his red wings. He rubbed the two horns on his forehead. He poked Hank playfully before the fox turned to the side facing Jordan. Hank opened his eyes and smiled. He looked up at Jordan as the dragon walked aimlessly around in his room.
"Toilet still broken?" asked Jordan.
"Yeah, so sorry," said Hank with dripping sarcasm. Jordan walked toward the bed as he started to wet his already soaked diaper. Since the diaper was wet from the night earlier, the softness of the plastic was no longer there. When Jordan wet, Hank could hear his piss hitting the diaper with a thunderous thud. The dragon yawned innocently, though the diaper was on the verge of leaking. Some piss trickled down from his lef to his feet. Hank watched attentively, but he was still recovering his sexual stamina.
Hank could barely remember anything from the night before. He rubbed his forehead and grunted before slowly rising from bed. He looked down and noticed a large, dark stain on the sheets. He rubbed the front of his diapered crotch and realized that he leaked and wet the bed. Jordan chuckled at Hank before sitting down beside him.
"What a night. That was crazy," said Hank while he neatly folded the sheets. He sighed contently.
"Did we actually... do it?" asked Jordan, referring to the sex he had with Hank the night before.
"Yeah, I seriously can't believe we did that, but it felt great. That feeling is all I remember."
Jordan nuzzled the fox. The dragon wrapped his arm around Hank's shoulder in support.
"It was my first time," Jordan confessed. "Too bad I couldn't remember most of it." Hank and Jordan laughed before they picked up their clothes off the floor.
"I don't think we can go out there until we change," said Hank, pointing at the bedroom door. "Might if you change me first?"
Jordan shook his head. "Wouldn't mind it at all. Do you have any baby powder?"
"It's in the closet, top shelf to the right."
Jordan opened the closet door and fetched the baby powder. Hank laid down flat on the floor with his arms folded behind his head. He rested comfortably on his tail. Jordan took out two pre-folded diapers from the closet. Jordan sat on his knees and withdrew his long wings. The dragon made quick work: undoing the tapes, unfolding the diaper, gently applying the powder with his fingertips on the fox's piss-dampened sack and following up with a quick fingering up the tailhole for good measure. Hank whimpered as he felt that intoxicating, stinging sensation. He gasped for air as his once-flaccid member started to come out of hiding.
"How come you're so good at this?" Hank asked Jordan.
"Oh I've done this before, but you're the first person that I didn't have to coerce into wearing diapers."
The revelation surprised Hank. For months, the fox had been hatching a plot to lure someone over who just so happened to share the same appreciation of diapers. It was too much of a coincidence. Hank had to investigate, but he was preoccupied in a sexual trance as the dragon changed him. Though he was completely satisfied with the experience, he felt that his dominion, his control over the environment was diminishing rapidly. He briefly thought of plans to take control of the situation.
It was the fox's turn to change the dragon. Being the aggressive type when it came to changing, Hank was more sloppy than Jordan. When he removed the dragon's diaper, he lifted the wet front of the diaper up to his muzzle for a refreshing sniff. The dragon possessed a rich, alluring scent that could drive him wild at one whiff. It was the scent of a wet, dirty dragon who pissed himself because he wanted to -- because he wanted to be helpless, but how can someone so helpless assert so much control that he assumed ownership over the circumstances.
When Hank finished changing Jordan, he asked Jordan, "Was this all a plan?"
"No, but I was as shocked as you were when you noticed I also wore diapers. A few months back, when I felt your padding, I thought, 'Holy shit, there's someone else like me out there that lives close and goes to the same school!' I was totally excited over this and when you told class about the party, I knew for sure that I wanted to come."
Was it all a coincidence?
"You mentioned that you've 'done this before,' so I'm curious. I don't know of anyone in the area who is into what we're into. Who did you crinkle around with?" asked Hank. Jordan slowly stood up from the floor and walked to the bedroom door. He opened the door slowly -- and when Hank looked outside of the room, he felt his jaw drop. Several of the partygoers from the night before stood by the door, wearing nothing but wet diapers. Hank's fantasy took a deeply surreal turn. He recognized all of the guys from the party he went to a few months back: the same party where he met Jordan for the first time.
"You've got to be kidding me," said the stunned fox, who was paralyzed with fear, but subdued by ecstacy. It became clear to the fox. At the party, Hank was indoctrinated into a group of diapered males. The guys in the hallway cheered and clapped as Jordan took a bow and laughed. There were hoots, howls and hollars. Someone from the group shouted, "Did you guys have fun last night?" Jordan nodded and smiled before the group cheered and walked inside the room. Hank looked around with a smile that was clearly wider than Jordan's. The events that unfolded were completely unexpected. The fox never felt more horny.
Jordan explained to the stunned vulpine that his friends and classmates were all into diapers. A total of four high school seniors including Jordan were part of the "Dirty Pants Club" at Tahoe High. Initially, Hank's paranoia made the assumption that Jordan stalked him and it was all an elaborate sexual game that exploited his intrigue. As it turned out, it wasn't the case at all. It turned out better than Hank imagined. Everyone in the group wore diapers. Some wore diapers since they younger due to incontinence while others were into diapers and soiling themselves out of sexual pleasure.
"If they weren't, did you seriously think they were going to put them on after the toilet overflowed?" said Jordan.
A male gray-colored, chubby rhino walked into the bedroom. He offered his hand for Hank to shake.
"My name is Hans," said the baritone rhino, "Sorry about the toilet. It was Jordan's idea, but we'll clean the place up before your parents come back." Hank looked down at the rhino's diaper. The diaper was yellow-stained from top to bottom and every step caused the suspicious lumps in the back of his diaper to move around, sloshing. "Welcome to the club!" Hank nodded, smiled and playfully slapped the back of Hans' diapered rump.
A short roo waved from the hallway and shouted, "I'm Michael. Nice to meet you, Hank. And hey, thanks for the diapers man!"
"No problem, Mike," said Hank, who appeared calmer and more understanding of the situation. The group started to mutter to themselves while looking at the fox. "What are you guys talking about?" asked Hank as he poked Jordan's wings. The dragon turned around and smiled.
"Oh, they're just saying you haven't gone through the initiation process yet."
"Do tell. I'm all ears," said Hank as he swished his tail. He was ready for anything.
"Let's head to the bathroom. Michael cleaned up the water on the floor and got the toilet to flush again."
Hank and the gang walked to the bathroom. Everyone but Hank and Jordan got in a single-file line outside of the bathroom door. The fox's heart was beating wildly. He had a good idea of what was going to happen next.
"Since you're new to the group, you need to go through the initiation process. You're going to sit with your back up against one side of the bathtub and each person will mark you one at a time. We do this so that your diaper contains each and every one of our contributions -- but don't worry. Everyone here has gone through the same thing as you. Today is your lucky day, Hank. You're going to have a blast!"
Hank jogged inside the bathroom, walked into the bathtub. He sat down on the dry surface of the bathtub. Hank adjusted his diaper after feeling the leg gathers got crunched up in the middle of the diaper. He moved his body down so that his footpaws were up against the other side of the bathtub. He debated whether he should close his eyes or watch everything unfold, but he quickly decided that the latter was preferred. He cleared his throat and told the guys to come in the bathroom. The fox dipped his paw inside the front of the diaper to jerk off over the prospect of being urinated on by several attractive, bladder-heavy guys.
The first one up was Hans. He placed one foot in the bathtub and one foot out. He pulled down his diaper from the front, revealing a lengthy, gray-ish cock and hung low to the ground. He held onto his cock and stroked it a few times before aiming at the fox's chest. The rhino started to piss in full force. The piss slapped against the fox's fur and it trickled down into his diaper. Hank fondled his sack and sheath as the rhino pissed on him in the bathtub. Due to the apparent cockring that he was wearing, the pressure of Hans' piss was intense. Once every few seconds, the urine stream would split into two and get all over the fox's arms. When Hans finished, he moaned. The rhino stepped out of the bathtub and put his diaper back on.
Next in line was Ron. The eyeglasses-wearing doberman looked at Hank, smiled and sighed contently. With his tail wagging, the doberman pulled down his diaper. His six inch-long red shaft was already hard and pointed at Hank. Before he started his piss, Ron was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Michael. The diapered roo quietly wandered in and whispered to Ron, "I have to do a number two. It's an emergency!" in a sarcastic tone. Ron waved the roo off and nodded. Since the toilet was next to the bathtub, Ron stepped into the bathtub with Hank while Michael squatted over the toilet with the seat closed. As Hank continued to jerk himself, he noticed the roo was grunting. Michael bit his lip and panted while he messed his diaper. When Hank turned his head away from Ron, the doberman started to piss on his forehead. Michael made a series of farts before his diaper started to fizz and expand from the large load. As he watched the roo treat his diaper like his personal toilet, Hank felt piss raining down from his forehead, sliding down his muzzle and onto the bathtub where the piss ultimately crashed down with a thunderous thud.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Hank as he watched and felt his fur being soaked by the horny doberman. Michael sighed in relief before he turned to face the bathtub. There, the roo pulled down the upper-lip of his diaper and urinated on Hank. Hank's diaper got heavier and heavier, but that didn't stop the fox from enjoying himself. He felt his precum leaking from the tip and into his paws. He knew his climax was going to be big. "I feel like a dirty urinal," muttered Hank as he recalled seeing a floor urinal at a gas station in a rural town a couple of years ago. It looked like many truckers had visited the urinal to shamelessly spoil the once-white surface and the green bathroom tiles underneath it. Upon lifting his nose in the air, Hank detected many unique, musky scents. The multitude of scents was a stimulating sensation that he always wished that he could carry along with him on his journey, but now, he finally got what he was looking for.
When Hank opened his eyes, he was face to face with Jordan who sat across from him in the bathtub. Everyone else stood around the bathtub with their arms crossed, waiting for the finale. Appearing completely naked, the red dragon exposed his wings and leaned over to kiss Hank on the lips. Hank opened his maw and accepted the dragon's tounge. When both of their lips made contact, Jordan put his paw down the fox's diaper and jerked him off. Hank shrieked as he felt his climax quickly approach the surface. The fox's dick was throbbing. He felt his balls being drained. The itching sensation, the longing to explode turned into a manic euphoria. Hank pulled down the heavy, dirty diaper and shot several burts of semen that splattered against the dragon's scaley, muscular chest. He couldn't control it, but Hank was overjoyed nonetheless. He felt accomplished. Not only were his wildest fantasies fulfilled, but he made new friends that were more than willing to entertain his whims. The wet fox slowly stood up and waddled into the center of the bathroom. The rest of the group took a few steps back and walked out of the bathroom. Everyone cheered for Hank. He was exhausted from the experience, but he felt accomplished.
By Sunday evening, the house was cleaned up. The group pitched in to make sure the house looked clean and organized. With everyone fully clothed and cheerful, the group bid the happy fox farewell and they drove away in the seperate cars. Hank put all the dirty diapers in a large, black trash bag and hauled it into a nearby dumpster away from the house. He hid his remaining inventory of diapers in the garage and whistled to himself before his sister, Kayla, and his parents arrived. Hank's parents complimented him profusely for cleaning up the house and being responsible and all was good until Kayla stepped into her bedroom.
"MOM, someone left a dirty diaper in here! MOM! MOM!"