Big Loads, Best Friends
Though he's been working as a truck driver for almost 10 years, Daniel Jenkins enjoyed his job. The gray wolf drove his truck with one paw resting comfortably on his lap. Though his delivery routes were primarily in the desert and mountain areas, Daniel always wore his favorite, tropic-themed silk cotton shirt and khaki shorts. He loved visiting Hawaii for vacations.
Daniel was an interstate driver, but he was employed by a company that rarely hired team drivers so he would go on long trips without any truckers to assist him in splitting the haul. Fortunately, he had a comfortable, stylish cabin so he could relax and rest. It was the least his company could do for one of their model employees. The only downside was that the cabin didn't include a cassette toilet, but that wasn't a problem for Daniel. He wore adult diapers, which wasn't uncommon for truck drivers -- but it wasn't something to talk about.
Not only were they a convenience for Daniel, but diapers served a few other purposes. Diapers helped the young wolf relax, but they also stimulated him. Wearing diapers never felt unusual for Daniel since he's worn them for as long as he's been driving trucks. Daniel had a subconscious tendency to pull at the elastic waistband of his diaper -- almost like it was a precautionary measure to make sure it was a perfect anatomic fit.
When he first started to wear diapers, Daniel made it a habit to wear them only when he was driving, but as time passed, he wore them everywhere. After a while, it became a part of his life. He lost some bladder control, but he managed it in stride. In fact, rarely did he walk outside his truck with a clean diaper on.
On a warm summer evening, Daniel finished his route delivery early and walked into a small bar located in a desert town that he often drove through. Inside the dimly lit bar was a lingering scent of tobacco and sweat. The aged wood-covered walls added a hearty, rustic touch to the bar, which was full of truckers and town patrons. The billiards were completely occupied and surrounded with a barrier of heavy smoke and rowdy bikers who looked for someone who beat up. Daniel wasn't interested. He walked past them and sat at the bar counter. He took off his sunglasses and placed them in his left pocket. He looked down and saw his reflection on the counter: tired, lonesome and agitated. Daniel needed a drink to take away the stinging sensation known as reality.
"Bob, fetch me a drink that can get me to smile," said Daniel to the bartender, smiling. His gruff voice got the attention of the bartender, who recognized him immediately.
"Say, you're smilin' so you must be wasted already." The bartender fox chuckled and washed a mug for Daniel. "How's it goin', bud?"
"Dry, very dry." Daniel laid his paw softly on his thickly padded waist and he swished his tail playfully. "I think I need a little something to wet my whistle. I'll take a bottle of Jack."
"No problem, boss," chirped the bartender. As he fixed Daniel a drink, the bartender conveniently moved a bowl of tortilla chips toward the wolf. Daniel happily accepted the bowl and ate a couple of chips.
The smell of heavy smoke filled Daniel's nostils. Combining that with his itchy fur and perspiration made Daniel uncomfortable. He felt his diaper sagging too low below the waist. The diaper had slipped down lower because his fur was not dry enough to hold it in place. To make his visit to the bar more intolerable, he was consumed with fatigue. Fortunately, the rest stop he often visited was a half-mile south. He was hoping to at least unwind, but as the night went on, that seemed unlikely.
After downing a half-dozen shots of whiskey, Daniel felt like his body was numb, heavy and misguided. Having a built-in tolerance for alcohol, Daniel retained his wit and words but he slurred them occasionally. After paying the bill, Daniel left his seat and slowly walked to the restroom. Daniel told the bartender that he would return, but the twelve paces the wolf had to make to the restroom seemed like a long trip. Once he arrived at the restroom door, he jiggled the doorknob and tried to push the door open, but it seemed like something heavy was blocking the entrance. This aggravated Daniel.
"The fuck is this shit?" he muttered to himself. Then he turned to his side and positioned his shoulder like a battering ram. He quickly applied force to the door and it opened slightly. Daniel looked around to see if anyone noticed the commotion. Fortunately, nobody in the bar seemed to mind or care. He looked through the small opening in the door and saw a fluffy tail caught in the doorway. It appeared that someone was laying on the tiled, bathroom floor. "Motherfucker," Daniel grumbled as he continued to push the door open with his paws.
The bartender looked up from behind the bar counter and saw Daniel trying to push the door open. Daniel made eye contact with the bartender and shook his head. "Some guy is out on the floor here. Don't know if he's dead or alive. Not quite sure," shouted Daniel over the loud music and clanking of billiard balls.
"Do I look like the janitor? You deal with it," the bartender snapped. "Just walk around him. Whatever."
"Whatever." Daniel sighed and managed to open the door completely. Once inside the cramped restroom, Daniel flipped the light switch and saw a brown male coyote on the floor. After checking the coyote's pulse from his neck, Daniel determined that the coyote was merely asleep and probably passed out after consuming too much liquor. He turned the lightweight coyote onto his back and tried to help him up initially, but the coyote was dead weight. He couldn't lift him up. Daniel temporarily gave up and wandered away slowly.
Daniel casually walked around the coyote's body and headed toward one of the toilet stalls. Once inside, he pulled down his khaki shorts; then his underwear. Once he got to his diaper, he checked the wetness indicator. The indicator completely disappeared. His diaper was excessively yellow and heavy full of urine that had yet to sink into the material. He was actively wetting his diaper with a subtle hissing noise, but his diaper started to leak onto the toilet that he was standing over. He calmly unfastened the tapes and removed his diaper, which hit the bathroom floor with a loud thud. Because of the sudden thud, the coyote started to regain consciousness. After hearing the coyote sigh a few times, Daniel put his shorts back on. He grabbed his dirty diaper quickly before quietly opening the stall door. He made a fast break to the trash can to dispose his diaper and tend to the young canid.
"Hey, you there? Can you stand up?" Daniel asked as he squatted down beside the coyote.
"I'm a little drunk right now," slurred the coyote with a slight southern drawl. "I've been sober for two hours. I'm clean. What's the problem, officer?" He eventually trailed off and rambling incoherently while he tried to stand. He fell back onto the floor.
Daniel shook his head and laughed. "I'm not a pig. I don't like pigs. What makes you think I am one?"
"You ask a lot of questions and I don't have a lawyer."
"Funny guy, aren't ya?" Daniel offered his paw. "Come on, man. Get your ass up. This isn't the place to take a nap."
"You can't tell me what to do. I have a headache. I'm not talking to you anymore..."
Daniel shrugged, stood up and tried to walked away, but he could feel the coyote pulling on his leg. Daniel turned around and saw the coyote sitting upright as he grabbed him.
"Aw man, I'm sorry. I'm sorry... Help a brother up?"
Daniel shook his head and tried to pull the coyote up but he was still being uncooperative. Daniel huffed and asked out of exasperation, "Look, you want me to help you up or not?"
"I'm just sleepy."
Daniel saw a person enter the bathroom as he was helping the coyote up. The patron gave the two males a bewildered look.
"Hey, can you keep the door open for me?" Daniel asked the patron.
"Sure thing." The patron opened the door and kept it open with his back while Daniel lifted him off the ground using his entire body weight. The canid staggered, but managed to stand on his two feet. Daniel wrapped his arm around the coyote for physical support. The canid was still very intoxicated and he could barely walk. He was heavy. Fortunately for the coyote, Daniel had a heavier build and could pull the coyote's weight. Both of the males slowly walked out of the bathroom, made a right turn in the bar's hallway and went out the back exit.
It was late at night. Daniel and the coyote stopped in the alleyway behind the bar. Daniel's back was bothering him. It was all the heavy-lifting. Because of the heavy consumption of alcohol from earlier, the wolf didn't feel as much pain as he normally would've experienced if he was sober.
"Can you stand, now?" Daniel asked.
"I should be asking you that," muttered the coyote before Daniel lost his balance and fell against the bar's brick wall. He slowly slid down to the ground while the coyote stood, playing with his whiskers and humming to himself. In a moment of irony, Daniel looked up to the coyote for assistance.
"We're both hammered. Goddammit! Look at you. You look fine now. Shit."
"Thank you, dude. I owe you one. Here." The coyote pulled Daniel up. The wolf started to laugh at himself.
"It was nothing. I know if I was passed out on some bar restroom floor, I'd like someone to pick me up, you know?"
Daniel stood up, but it was hard for him to move his legs. His legs felt heavy and weak. He slowly walked out of the alleyway with the coyote.
"And I remember going to the restroom... walking in there, and just like that, I was out. I don't know how long I was out. Then I heard someone walk into the room and move me, but it felt like I was glued to the floor. I felt like, you know, 'Fuck it, I'm sleeping here tonight,' but I had a change in plans."
"If I had a choice to sleep on some restroom floor and the twin bed in my truck cabin, I'd go with the cabin."
"Wait, you have a bed in your truck?"
"Yeah, it's not half-bad."
"I walked about a mile to the bar. Thought I could walk back or hitch a ride, but I'm too fucking wasted to do any of that shit."
Daniel was put in a mildly awkward situation. Daniel stood in front of his truck with the coyote. He felt sober enough to drive a half-mile down a straight road to the nearest rest stop, but he didn't know how he would handle the company. Daniel felt a little uneasy without his diaper on, but he didn't know how he could slip into one with the coyote around. He ultimately figured that the coyote was so drunk, he probably wouldn't remember a thing and they would go their separate ways in the morning.
Daniel opened up the door on the driver's side of the truck and gestured the coyote to jump inside.
"As long as you don't mind me listening to some folk music on the radio, you're welcome aboard for the night."
"Thanks. I totally owe you one." Daniel extended his paw to the coyote. Once he grabbed onto Daniel's paw, the wolf pulled him into the truck. "What's your name? My name is Rick."
Rick slid into the passenger seat before Daniel closed the door and turned on the ignition. Daniel pulled away from the bar and turned on the radio. The Blue Ridge Mountain Boys were on the radio. The calm, pleasant Appalachian music made Daniel smile. He turned on his headlights and started to sing along softly. Rick chuckled, shook his head and stretched his arms.
"Sorry for the silent treatment. Just heard the song come on and I had to sing along. I'm Daniel." The wolf instictively scratched his crotch -- only to be reminded that he had no diaper on. He felt naked without one.
"Ah, no problem. I haven't heard bluegrass in a long time. Oh, and I'm Rick."
"Oh I s-- hey, what? You already told me your name."
Daniel pulled into the rest stop. Before he could say, "We're here," to his new friend, Daniel was surprised to see that Rick fell asleep in the passenger seat. Once he parked the truck and turned off the engine, Daniel closed the curtains of his windows on both sides; at one point reaching over Rick to do so. He let out a content sigh, turned down the radio to a low hum, and pulled out his twin bed from behind his seat. The noise of the bed being pulled out startled the coyote a little. Rick opened his eyes and looked around, but something by his feet caught his interest. It was white, thick and crinkly.
"Holy shit, man!" Rick exclaimed and picked up a large, thick, pre-folded diaper from the floor. "Are you serious?"
"Oh, that? Yeah, what's so special about it?" Daniel asked nonchalantly.
"These are the biggest fuckin' baby diapers I've ever seen. Big mutant babies, man! Is this cargo or what?"
"Oh no, it's not." Daniel smiled.
"Then why the Hell is it doing down there? You got a big mutant baby hiding somewhere?"
Daniel laughed. "You read way too many comic books." The wolf snickered at Rick before grabbing the diaper from the coyote's paws. "If you must know, they're for me."
"Hold, hold, hold on a minute," stuttered Rick. "You wear diapers?"
Daniel moved closer to Rick, towered over him briefly and spoke in a comically deeper voice. "Yes, I happen to wear diapers. You got a problem with that, boy?"
While Daniel laughed at his mock seriousness, Rick looked around nervously. After Daniel told him that he wore diapers, Rick was shocked, but he was in a jovial mood. He wanted to be disgusted, but the coyote wasn't. It was strange, sure, but -- although he couldn't explain it -- Rick was intrigued.
"No, it's just like -- you know, I really don't know. I've seen everything, I guess."
"Have you ever seen the surface of the sun? I heard that it's really hot there," Daniel joked.
"Well, come to think of it..."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "It's not a big deal. Personally, it makes me comfortable. I'm on the road a lot and... well, it makes sense. It is what it is. It makes sense."
"I'm just not used to seeing a grown man in a diaper."
"You know, I can put it on right now and show you. It's not that big of a deal."
Rick sighed, shrugged his shoulders and turned away from Daniel as he sat arms crossed in the passenger seat. "Do your thing. I'm grateful for your help tonight. Just don't force me to see you put it on."
Daniel had already dropped his shorts and underwear. "What would make you think I'd force you to see anything? Hop on the bed. Relax. This will take a minute."
Rick walked over to the bed and sat down. The coyote looked down at the floor while Daniel put on his diaper. He looked up momentarily to see the wolf standing. He was facing the wolf's rump. Daniel turned to the side slightly, revealing a normal-sized, uncut dick that hung low. Rick didn't want to admit it at first, but he liked the view. Gradually, Rick laid on the matress as he carefully watched Daniel put on a diaper standing up. The wolf leaned up against the wall of the cabin to secure the back of the diaper while he pulled up the front side over his waist. Daniel connected the back of the diaper to the front with tapes. Once Daniel finished diapering himself, Rick leaned back on the bed, adjusted the pillow and looked up at the wolf as he crinkled around the cabin. The coyote was entertained by the display.
"I told you. It's not like the end of the world. And besides, it looks good on me, doesn't it?" Daniel moved around in a circular motion, showing off the diaper. Rick chuckled and shook his head.
"I don't know what to tell you," said Rick. "Get a big-ass baby bottle, fill it with beer, turn on the tube and watch some Looney Tunes. That sounds like fun."
"Well, fun for you maybe. I'm not a baby so I don't do those things. Anyway, I'm going to sleep... will move my seat back a bit. Ah, okay. Here we go. You can have the bed. Just turn off the light overhead and when morning comes, I'll drive you back to wherever the Hell you came from. Get some sleep."
"Sure. And thanks for helping me out."
"No problem at all."
Daniel sat in the driver's seat, pulled his headrest back and nodded off to sleep wearing nothing but a diaper. Meanwhile, Rick laid in bed. Fully clothed, the coyote decided that he would be more comfortable if he stripped down to his underwear before getting under the covers. Inside the truck, it was humid and the coyote's fur was soaked with sweat.
Rick quietly rose from bed and removed his sneakers and socks. Then he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He quietly exhaled as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. When he looked down at his underwear, he gasped, snorted and muttered, "Jesus!" before angrily kicking his pants on the floor. This woke Daniel, who stretched and yawned.
"What's wrong, bud?" muttered Daniel. The wolf turned around to see Rick looking down at his crotch. Upon closer inspection, Daniel noticed that Rick had an accident. The coyote's tight, once-white hip briefs were covered in a suspicious, familiar color. Being the darkest, most soaked spot, the brief's front pouch was darkened and evidently damp. An outline of the coyote's member could easily seen bulging from the wet briefs.
"Guess you need a diaper too, huh?" Daniel asked before chuckling.
"Shit, wait! You know what that was from? I came into the bathroom to take a leak and before I could unzip--"
"So people piss themselves when they get drunk. No big deal, but you need... well, hold on."
Daniel stood up from the seat and walked over to a compartment located above the bed. Inside the compartment was several stacks of diapers.
"Hope you're a medium," said Daniel as he picked out a diaper. "I got plenty."
There was no mistaking it. Rick was aroused, but he didn't understand why. He couldn't articulate. He was humbled and yet stimulated by the idea of personal vulnerability. He knew exactly what he could get away with. He could piss himself and nobody would have to know -- unless of course if he wanted them to. Being in the presence of another male in diapers gave Rick a strange relaxed sensation and a carefree attitude, knowing that it was acceptable to not only wear diapers, but to use them to the fullest extent. The word Rick thought of to describe the commonality between diaper-wearers was "brotherhood."
Daniel had a big smile on his face. He was sober enough to cherish the moment because it was the moment he least expected. The wolf was unapologetic about wearing diapers. In the past, he was confronted by colleagues over his unusual habit, but he acquired tough skin over the years. Daniel did his job and he did his job well, and if his only fault was wearing diapers, he felt no shame and no reason to curtail his habits based on other people's expectations, but never did he imagine finding someone who shared his fascination. His heart was beating fast. He kept his composure on the outside, but inside his diaper, Daniel was as hard as a rock.
"I can't believe it," said Rick, shaking his head in disbelief. "What the Hell is going on?"
"No clue. I'm just trying to help out." Daniel wagged his tail happily. "Just lean back and I'll put this on you."
Rick rested comfortably on the bed. He felt as light as a feather. He was enthusiastic, light-headed from the excessive drinking and cooperative. He pulled his dirty underwear down and laid down on his back. He sighed and smiled as he looked at his throbbing, red shaft, tilted slightly to the side. Daniel took the hint.
"I never knew anyone who was that excited about wearing diapers," joked the wolf. Rick didn't know how to respond to that. He curled his footpaws and massaged his chestfur with his paw.
Daniel lifted the coyote's legs and slipped the back part of the diaper underneath his rump. The moment he felt the crinkling sensation meet his bare bottom, Rick felt a tremendous amount of pleasure and gave a soft moan. Once the front of the diaper was moved over his crotch, he felt comfortable and secure. As soon as he felt his member touch the soft inside of his diaper, he wanted to masturbate and relieve himself of the sexual tension, but he showed restraint. Daniel didn't finish diapering him.
The wolf took his time. He wanted to absorb as much of the moment as he possibly could. Usually, he diapered himself, not someone -- especially someone who enjoyed putting on a diaper as much as he did. The alcohol effectively took away the awkwardness of the situation and his gradually increasing sobriety rejuvenated his desire to be intimate. When he finished putting on the coyote's diaper, Daniel felt accomplished, though he was skeptical at first. It was too good to be true. After staring down at Rick and his diaper, Daniel felt that the alcohol made it easier for Rick to be so willing to not only entertain the idea of wearing diapers, but to use them.
Rick quietly moaned several times as he felt his diaper from the outside. It was soft, thick and crinkly. The moment Daniel finished diapering him, Rick thought about making the diaper his own by making it dirty, but he was so aroused, he couldn't loosen up enough to make it happen so quickly. Daniel studied the coyote as he laid on his bed, sporadically thrusting upwards and grunting. The wolf grinned and paced around the bed.
"Does it feel good?" asked Daniel. The question seemed innocent enough.
Rick nodded.
"Does it feel good when you rub your diaper?" Daniel sat next to Rick's footpaws on the bed. He reached over and massaged the coyote's crotch with his paw.
"Yes, yes..."
"Wouldn't you love to be a good boy and wet your diaper like a big baby?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oops." Daniel gasped and pretended to be surprised. With a subtle hissing sound, the wolf started to wet his diaper. Slowly, the upper part of the wolf's crotched started to darken. The piss rolled down the diaper and sunk into the leg gathers. Once that happened, the wetness indicator started to fade away on the bottom. A new wet spot appeared. Daniel was flooding his diaper. The diaper turned from a bright white to a very dark yellow. Enjoying the fact that he completely surrendered control over his bladder, Daniel rubbed his crotch in an effort to spread the wetness around. Rick could barely contain himself. He whimpered and moaned. He wanted more.
"I have to go to the bathroom, but I can't... I can't..." Daniel playfully whined as he squatted down in front of Rick.
"Oh, you wouldn't..." Rick stuttered. "You're not going to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Rick watched Daniel's diaper expand from the rear. There was a quick, sudden release that pushed the diaper down. Daniel rubbed the back of his diaper, creating a loud, squishy noise. The wolf sighed repeatedly and panted as he soiled his diaper -- but Rick couldn't take it anymore.
He held onto the bed, leaned upwards, bit his lip and yapped powerfully as he climaxed in his diaper. He rubbed his diaper to feel the syrupy substance coat his throbbing shaft from the inside and the ironically dry surface on the outside. Additionally, the coyote's fur acted as a sponge for his sticky semen. He felt relief that was unfathomable before. Rick was exhausted, but felt comfortably numb. The coyote was disconnected from the reality that surrounded him. All that mattered was his diaper and his new friend, who supported him for his newly discovered fetish. Showing his support for Rick, Daniel pet the coyote's head and got him relaxed enough so he would eventually fall asleep. Once Rick went into a deep sleep, Daniel put on his shorts and sneaked out of the truck to discreetly toss his dirty diaper into a nearby trashbin.
By sunrise the next morning, Daniel took a shower at the rest stop facility and walked back to the truck where Rick was still sleeping. Once Rick woke up, he noticed that he wet his diaper overnight, but he wasn't sure what specifically happened the night before. He knew that he was very comfortable. He felt youthful, more secure and confident. Rick felt his energy was completely renewed after having several hours of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep. After he stretched his arms and yawned, Rick put his clothes back on and looked for Daniel outside. After spending a few minutes looking for Daniel, Rick spotted the wolf holding two cups of coffee.
"Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" shouted Daniel. "Can you open up the door for me -- or wait, I'll tell you what. Just take your coffee and hop back on. I'll take you back home."
Rick took his cup of coffee and opened the door. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
"Ain't it hard to leave a party?" Daniel laughed. Rick nodded enthusiastically in response.
"You know, this is the first time I woke up without a hangover. I was really shitfaced last night and today, I feel so..."
"Warm and maybe a little bit stinky?"
"But I like it!"
"You up for a change?"
"Come on, man. Let me enjoy this, alright? It feels all nice and full!"
"Oh, you dirty dog!"
Daniel and Rick talked in the truck for a couple of hours. Daniel found out that Rick was only 19, but he looked older. Rick wasn't from the area. He hitch-hiked after his car broke down in a remote area. Without a cell phone or a call box that he could use to get a tow truck, he hitch-hiked for several miles south until he approached a small town. Depressed and exhausted, Rick spent all his money at the bar on several shots of hard liquor instead of using the money to phone for help. Rick later confessed to Daniel that he ran away from his life in the city in to start a new life somewhere else, but Daniel convinced the young coyote to return to the city and live his life to the fullest. Daniel agreed to drive Rick back to his car on one condition.
"When we cross paths again, you better be packin' some Pampers," said Daniel. "I am sure we'll meet again."