Morning (Diaper) Changes
Just a normal morning... at least for Sebastian it is.
This is my first story, an introduction to Sebastian and his "interests". These are the types of stories I want to write and any constructive criticism is welcome.
Morning (Diaper) Changes
*beep* *beep* *beep*
Sebastian's paw comes crashing down on his alarm clock, hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock for the fifteenth time this morning.
"I guess it's time for me to get up." Sebastian growls through gritted teeth.
Sitting up and stretching, the ocelot's white and spotted fur shines bright in the sunlight pouring in through his window. It's a Saturday morning so there is no rush to do anything but staying in bed will do no one any good.
Taking in all of his surroundings, one of his senses notices something is off. There is a strong stench of staleness in the air.
"Oh, goddammit!" Sebastian yelps. The diaper that he wore around his waist was absolutely soaked. This, of course, was expected of him anyway as it happens every morning. This time however, he had leaked onto his sheets, a large wet spot in the area surrounding his crotch.
"Well, I guess that's chore number one." Sebastian grumbles, finally getting up from his bed and stripping the mattress of its sheets.
After stuffing the sheets into the laundry, Sebastian got to making breakfast, stuffing two waffles into the toaster oven.
While waiting for the waffles to cook, Sebastian notices he has a message from his girlfriend waiting for him. Taking a seat in his chair, Sebastian feels the lukewarm wetness squeeze against his butt, sending a small wave of pleasure up his spine.
"Hey there Sebby, how's my little baby doing?" the recording says "I hope you're not being too naughty without me; you better not be late for our lunch date today. See you there my little stinker."
Sebastian hates being called Sebby.
Speaking of being a little stinker, the extra-large burrito Sebastian had last night was coming back to haunt him. His stomach rumbled louder than an earthquake warning him of what was coming. He considered letting it out into his diaper but thought it best if he took care of it in the toilet, to avoid as much cleanup as possible.
Getting the waffles out of the toaster oven, he grabs a big bottle of syrup and chows down on his morning breakfast. After getting distracted by his social media for almost thirty minutes, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, telling him that he needs to go to the bathroom immediately.
Getting up to rush to the bathroom, Sebastian made a fatal mistake. When making his morning waffles, he threw the box at the trash can, but it missed and fell on the ground beside it. While rushing to the bathroom, Sebastian tripped and fell right on his padded rump.
When this happened, the force of the landing shocked him so hard, he lost all control of his bowels. The warm mush that came out of him filled every last space left in his already soaked diaper, making it larger and squishier than ever.
"Oh." was all Sebastian was able to say. The fur along his spine standing straight up. He was now incredibly messy, and it would take some time for him to get completely cleaned up for his lunch date. This would be a repulsive situation for most people, but he couldn't imagine a sexier position for him to be in.
"I guess it doesn't matter if I get messier at this point." Sebastian thinks. Grabbing his diaper, he starts to mush his mess around in his diaper and fondling himself, turning him on more than ever. This happens more often than you may think.
Once satisfied, Sebastian gets up and heads into the bathroom, stripping himself of his poopy diaper and throwing it into the diaper pail. He climbs into the shower to take one of the longest showers of his life. Once he was fully clean, he dried off and decided to get dressed for the day.
He needed to look good for today, so he got his favorite diaper, one that is thick, blue, and covered in tiny aliens. He powdered it up good and taped it on himself. He's been doing this for the past three years by himself, so he's gotten good at it. The feeling of a fresh and clean diaper almost rivaled that of a messy one. He picked out his favorite onesie, one with happy smiling planets on it, and his treasured denim shortalls and put them on, his go-to outfit for special occasions. He looked at himself in his mirror, but he knew he looked good. Grabbing his yellow paci and sliding it into his pocket in case he runs into trouble, he leaves his apartment, ready for the day and for his lunch date.