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This story was written for TigerJames as their Patreon commission for April 2019. It contains magically induced watersports, diaper play and solo sexiness involving a consenting adult male in a public place. :3

One Man's Curse... - Part Three

As Charlie walked through the gates of the park, his face was red beneath his fur. As beautiful as the weather was, he was far too focused on trying not to get hard to admire the beauty of the lush grass, the bushes, trees, flowerbeds, and the lake already visible in the distance. He couldn't stop thinking about what he was doing. About the situation his body had recently found itself caught up in thanks to the impossibly but seemingly somehow magical diaper which even now was wrapped around his loins, hidden from view by his jeans. With every step he took, he half expected to feel it happen again. To feel his bladder surrender any and all control of itself with no warning, and to feel hot urine soaking the diaper's miraculously absorbent, wholly leak free interior right there in this extremely public place.

Normally, Charlie would never have taken the risk of wetting himself anywhere remotely public. It wasn't just a matter of how much trouble he would be in and how much shameful judgement he might face from anyone who caught him should his diaper leak, but one of respect for the people around him. What he enjoyed doing, what got him off, was a private matter. Sure he loved sharing it with other people when given the chance, and yeah if he lived in a world where wearing diapers and wetting it for erotic satisfaction had been socially acceptable, of course he would have.

But, he wasn't living in that world. Thus, for as long as he had been able to act upon and explore his love of diaper-play, the very most he had done in any sort of public setting was to wear a diaper to the shops a couple of times, or while travelling to an event where other diaper lovers would be present and eager to welcome him. On those occasions he'd had no intention of wetting himself in public, no intention of making use of the diaper, yet still it had been intensely thrilling for him to find himself walking past other people knowing what he knew, however innocent of that same knowledge they might have been. But today... today, with this apparently magical diaper wrapped around his midsection, a leak wasn't possible. Nor indeed was controlling whether or not he would wet himself in public. And though in many respects taking a walk like this was clearly tempting fate, clearly an act on Charlie's part hoping that he would be uncontrollably caught short by his body's supernaturally prompted incontinence, those caveats were apparently sufficient for Charlie to convince himself that this was somehow a good idea. Or at the very least, that just how hot it was made it an insane risk which was today somehow worth taking.

The fox strolled as casually as he could deeper into the park, cheeks ever red while he looked around and noted how busy it was on this warm, sunny afternoon. There were people in suits who had obviously just finished a lunch enjoyed under the bright sunshine, now making their way back to their offices. People jogging, or walking their dogs, or otherwise just hanging out. Every time someone walked past him, he felt a little twinge of excitement and forced himself to try and deny it, to try and keep himself from succumbing to his own arousal which was bubbling just beneath the surface while he considered just how hot it was that he was so secretly diapered and potentially free to wet himself in front of so many utterly unaware people. Every time he saw someone sitting on the grass with friends or quietly reading a book on a park bench or simply strolling past him with headphones in, he wondered how they'd react if they saw his diaper or if they became aware that he had already not only pissed inside it more than once that day, but came inside and against its lush, crisp, absorbent fabric multiple times already too.

By the time he approached the main circular path around the centre of the park, the lake in its centre surrounded by rich green grass with various paths leading off to a woodland area, to flowerbeds, and to a more dedicated area for picnics and summer barbecues, his head was spinning. With every step he took he half expected his bladder to let go, and his mind was filled with a hundred different permutations of how he would react if and when it did. Would he fall to his knees with a wail of pleasure and joy. Would he freeze and stand perfectly still, the look on his face betraying precisely what had happened even though there was no evidence for it. Would he wake up in bed, the sheets stained with piss, with cum or perhaps both and find that all of this had been some fleeting dream which he would forget just minutes later as he hurried to stuff his sheets into the laundry. Or, would the previously unfillable diaper finally reach its limits, and force him to start leaking, to stain his jeans with obvious yet still uncontrollable volumes of urine in this place where he could do nothing to hide it, short of leaping in the lake to disguise the wet patches such an outcome would swiftly produce.

In the past such thoughts would have been terrifying and humiliating to Charlie, because as much as the idea of being able to wear his diaper and piss in it freely might have been hot to him, the idea of being caught doing so had never been any meaningful part of the fox's enjoyment of this kink. Now though, because deep down he somehow felt as though the worst of those situations wouldn't and couldn't come to pass due to the unnatural abilities possessed by and conferred upon him by that diaper, they found themselves becoming increasingly enjoyable within his head. So much so in fact that before too much longer Charlie's main problem was no longer the fear of starting to wet himself, and instead trying to figure out how to keep himself from getting rock hard right there in the middle of the park.

In reality though, that thought didn't remain too much of a worry within Charlie's mind for all that long. Not because he figured out a way to handle his rapidly building arousal, and not because he ceased to feel quite as turned on by the simple act of wearing that diaper in public, but because just seconds later the fox's mind was consumed by a far larger, very much non-hypothetical situation with which he was then forced to deal. He might have been thinking about, fantasising about and in theory preparing himself for an impending moment when he would spontaneously begin to wet himself, but when with as little warning as the past occasions that day he suddenly felt that lurch of desperate need, that immediate and intense fullness and pressure from his bladder, and helplessly started to piss into the interior of the diaper, it caught him so off guard that the rest of his mind went effectively blank.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening, muzzle falling briefly slack before he realised that he couldn't simply stand and drool and moan in public as he almost certainly would have at the same sensations at home. Before Charlie could do anything else though, his abrupt stillness brought about consequences of its own as just a second or two after stopping stock-still, the figure walking directly behind him in the busy central area of the park failed to do the same, and ploughed right into him. The fox didn't fall, not completely at least, but he did stumble and flail his arms. In fact he might well have tumbled over onto his hands and knees, however lightly, had the figure responsible for knocking him off balance not reacted swiftly by putting out an arm of their own and grabbing him around the waist, just above where his cock was twitching, beginning to swell helplessly in excitement even as it flooded his diaper with an intense, steady stream of hot urine.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I was looking at my phone and... Jesus, totally my bad, man. I'm really sorry!"

Charlie tried to look normal, tried to remember what normal looked and felt like and to act that way despite feeling his cock growing and his diapered crotch being flooded and soaked with his abundant, truly unstoppable pissing. He opened his muzzle, and despite a small, rational part of his brain screaming at him that it was a bad idea, he tried to speak to the person who was still holding onto him, supporting him as he trembled and shuddered and shook slightly on unsteady legs.

"I-it's... h-hahhh... it's fine. I... I, really, I really don't mind."

He smiled, perhaps a little more dreamily, a little more glazed and blissful in his expression than might have seemed natural or appropriate, at the border collie standing wide eyed in front of him, gripping one of Charlie's arms and staring in concern at the panting, red faced and visibly shaking fox.

"Are you sure? You're shaking. Please, it really was an accident. I was looking at my phone. Please, don't be upset. You don't need to be scared or worried, I really didn't mean anything by it. And... we're fine, right? No-one fell. We're all good, yeah?"

The collie seemed truly repentant for what he'd done. He wasn't trying to avoid being sued or anything like that, just seemingly aghast at having made this fox look so... well, Charlie could only imagine how the other man was interpreting the expression on his face in that moment, but it clearly was the kind of expression that betrayed the fact that something wasn't quite normal, even if it was unclear exactly how or why that was the case.

"I promise, I... I'm fine. Really."

He wasn't fine though. He was so far beyond being fine that it almost hurt to speak such an understatement of how incredible he felt. How overwhelmed, how consumed Charlie was by the fact that he was uncontrollably wetting himself in front of this collie and dozens of other people, and how incredibly horny that knowledge was making him. He could feel his cock hardening even now. It wasn't fully grown yet, wasn't engorged to the point where even through the thick, luxurious material of the diaper it would begin to stretch and tent the front of his jeans. It was slowed by the fact that he was still constantly, relentlessly urinating into the diaper's absorbent interior, but Charlie could feel it twitching, feel the pleasure and the arousal driving him to greater heights of excitement and engorgement little by little, and he knew that if he didn't get himself into a more private or at least more manageably public location very soon then his body would end up giving him away in a different but no less embarrassing manner than expected.

"I... a-aahh... I'm just gonna go... s-sit down on the grass for a bit. You can keep going w-with, with whatever you were doing. I'll just take a quick r-rest, and... a-and then..."

Without even finishing that sentence as he shifted position slightly and felt the soaking wet but still not saturated material of the diaper's interior rub against the sensitive and swelling head of his cock, Charlie lurched off to open side and half stumbled, half jogged his way to the edge of the path. He made his way onto the grass and continued a little way down towards the banks of the park's small but picturesque lake, weaving between a couple of individuals sitting and reading and a couple of women enjoying a picnic together, feeding each other strawberries under the bright afternoon sun. Soon he arrived at his chosen destination, a tree large enough to mostly protect him from not only the heat of the sun, but the majority of eyes which would be able to regard him from the path. He slumped with his back against the bark of the tree, and slowly lowered himself to the grassy earth even as he felt his cock beginning to press more insistently and wholeheartedly against the interior of his diaper and the jeans beyond it, now fully engorged and erect.

Still as he sat down and closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of his rock hard and pleasurably throbbing cock, he was wetting himself. Still his cock was pissing and still his bladder was filling his body with that delicious mix of relief that came from letting go, and at the same time the intensity of feeling as though it had a lot, lot more still to expel from within itself. And here, tucked away behind this tree but still outside and still with the knowledge of how many people had unwittingly witnessed him wetting himself, he didn't care that he was rock hard. He didn't care if he kept flooding his diaper for another minute or another hour, or if it took him twice that amount of time to coax his cock into softening for long enough for him to walk back home again and jerk off wildly to the thought of what he had just experienced. Right now, he just didn't want it to end... and the fact that he had no control over whether it did or did not, that even if he had wanted it to be over he was powerless to stop the piss flowing from his straining, throbbing cock, it was heaven.

A heaven which, unfortunately for Charlie, he couldn't enjoy for more than a handful of seconds before a soft voice cleared their throat from close by, and he breathlessly, shakily looked up to see the border collie from before standing bashfully, guiltily before him.

"Hey, I'm... I'm really sorry, but... I keep panicking and worrying that I've freaked you out or something. That you're gonna have a panic attack of your own and pass out or something, and that it'll be my fault. So... and, god, I know this is the lamest shit ever, but... do you mind if I sit with you for a few minutes? We don't have to talk. I won't touch you or even come close to you. I just... I really want to make sure you're okay."

A soft whine escaped Charlie's muzzle as he opened his lips to say that he'd really rather just relax alone if that was alright with the collie, but in the wake of that sound, something which he hoped the dog would take as nervousness rather than the expression of pure lust it truly was, he closed his mouth again and did the only thing he could do under the circumstances. He nodded.

He nodded, and he watched as the collie knelt down, then gently lowered himself to the ground beside the fox.

And, that was when he heard it.

When he heard that subtle but to a person like him utterly unmistakable sound as the collie settled down on his rump. A sound that made Charlie's cock lurch within his jeans and the diaper held within them, and which for a moment the fox sincerely thought was going to make him cum while he was still wetting himself.

He heard the rustling crinkle of a diaper settling within the other man's own trousers, and all of a sudden, Charlie was very, very glad of the collie's company.

By Jeeves

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