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Practical Demonstration

By Zrathie

Dilan, the otter, looked through the observation window into the private patient room. His coyote volunteer was still inside. The otter walked into the room after checking his charge was awake.

"How are you this morning?" asked Dilan.

"I'm good, ready to help with this demonstration," said the coyote.

"Did the straitjacket feel comfortable last night?" asked Dilan.

"It was pretty restrictive, but I got to sleep eventually," answered the coyote.

Dilan knew the coyote wasn't completely honest about why he took so long to sleep, but he still had to play innocent.

"Did you have trouble sleeping?" asked the otter.

"Yeah, a little," answered the coyote.

"I have to ask, how is your bladder feeling? I assume it's filled with your morning piss?" said Dilan.

The poor coyote was visibly relieved that the otter had changed the topic.

"Yes, it is. I don't have to go urgently, though," said the coyote.

"We hope our demonstration will change that. First, however, we must change you into our standard adult diaper as a precaution. If our technique works as intended, you'll be glad for this precaution," said Dilan.

The otter went over to a cabinet on the wall and took out a thick adult diaper. It was a Maxi Protect IV model diaper designed for all-thought-the-night wear. Dilan also grabbed an undersheet and a large bottle of lotion. He added the three items to the table to the side of the coyote's bed. The last thing the otter retrieved was a pair of paramedic scissors, adding them to the assembled items.

The otter took off the blanket covering his charge and revealed that the coyote was wearing a straitjacket and a pair of white boxer briefs. His underwear was held in place by two crotch straps from his straitjacket. Dilan looked down at the coyote's underwear; a large yellowish stain betrayed the real reason for the coyote's broken sleep. Unbeknownst to the canine, his horny night of mattress humping was due to the mega dose of aphrodisiac he had received before bedtime.

Dilan took out a notepad and pen from his nurse's scrubs and took notes. The otter muttered to himself as he jotted down his notes.

"The patient's underwear shows extensive semen staining running across the crotch panel permeating two layers of fabric," he said.

Dilan could see his observations made his coyote's pointed ears press flat atop his head, and his patient looked across the room towards the wall.

"I hope you're not embarrassed; masturbation is a healthy and normal activity. The night shift left me some notes. They observed that you masturbated last night at 9:10 PM," said Dilan.

"They were watching me?" said the coyote.

"Yes, it's standard procedure even for volunteers; it's outlined in your contract. Your notes also said you masturbated again at 10:18 PM and 11:45 PM. Each time, you used the prone masturbation technique. You rolled onto your stomach and thrust your crotch into the mattress until ejaculation," said Dilan.

"So, y-you only want me for this morning. After the demonstration, I'm free to go," the coyote said.

The otter didn't let the coyote pivot away from his topic.

"You must understand we deal in sexual fantasies here, and we want to improve our guest experiences. We would have placed you in more restraints if we didn't want you to engage in masturbatory actions," said Dilan

Dilan drank in the shy expression on the coyote's face.

Besides, your boxer briefs are designed for comfortable masturbation. Their silky lycra crotch panels are roomy enough for a full erection but most importantly is how they feel when in use. That coupled with your less restrained state and the rubber mattress protector allowed you to have an eventful night," said Dilan.

The twin crotch straps of the coyote's straitjacket kept his undies in place. Then, the coyote's well-creamed underwear was cut free with a few snips.

Dilan added a good coating of lotion to his gloved hand paws. The lotion was a medicated one with a potent aphrodisiac. Dilan began to work the lotion around his patient's groin, worked it around his tail hole, under his balls and around his sheath. He had done a thorough job but had to wait for the medicine to start working. Finally, Dilan began humming to himself as he saw the spaded tip of the coyote's penis emerge from its sheath.

He loved watching the coyote struggling to get his arousal under control. His canine lipstick would glide back into his sheath only to reemerge with more of it coming free. Again, his patient's erection struggled to return to the coyote's heavy sheath, but this time a good portion of the pinkish-red organ refused to retreat. Finally, the coyote's full canine erection plus knot popped free.

"Oh, someone has morning wood," said Dilan.

The coyote looked away from Dilan but nodded his agreement.

Dilan took the lubed-up gloves and threw them into a trash bin. Then, he put on fresh gloves and took out another item from the cupboard. It was a condom. He held it up between two of his webbed paws.

"I can help you fill this condom," said Dilan.

The coyote nodded his consent, still shy about being in his position around another man. Dilan removed the condom from its pack and slipped the rubber over the coyote's twitching cock.

"That'll make cleaning up easier," said Dilan.

Dilan clasped his hand paw over the coyote's throbbing cock stroked, teasingly slowly down the shaft. The otter's webbed hand paw worked the canine's length in firm strokes over a few minutes. The drugged coyote was getting worked up now; his breath came out in short pants. Dilan took advantage of the distracted state to fetch an item from his pocket.

With a metallic click, Dilan secured a stainless steel cock ring around the base of the coyote's knot. The otter felt the coyote's canine cock shudder and jump in his paw. His cock swelled up inside the condom while the otter squeezed down and pumped harder. Next, Dilan rubbed his thumb pad over the divot at the coyote's cock head. He delighted as the coyote pushed his arms out as far as his straitjacket allowed.

"The ring will make you last a bit longer," said Dilan.

The otter pumped at the rubber wrapped cock. Squeezing and grasping harder and harder. The coyote moaned and thrashed in his bonds, wiggling back and forth. Finally, Dilan flicked the release catch on the cock ring, which promptly popped off and rolled between the coyote's legs. The coup de grâce was when he let go of the coyote's cock just as the first pump of his cum surged forth. Instead of pumping the poor canine's sex, Dilan watched as the coyote's cock flopped around, shooting his spunk into the condom. A ruined orgasm that merely emptied the coyote's balls with a minimum of pleasure.

After a few whines from the coyote, The otter retrieved the cock ring, placing it on a kidney tray previously left on the table. He then removed the used condom. After tying it off, he cucked it into the bin. Dilan waited for his coyote's knot to return to its sheath before diapering his charge with the adult diaper. The ruined orgasm treatment must have subdued the canine because he didn't fuss about being returned to diapers.

Not long after Dilan had diapered him, a second nurse named Tom entered the room. The muscular lion greeted them as he strode into the room. The submissive coyote was silent as he lay on the bed thickly diapered. Dilan began taking the breaks off the coyote's bed and tugged at the frame. The bed rolled freely, and Tom took over Dilan's position and started pushing. Dilan steered the bed towards the door.

Dilan and Tom wheeled the coyote's bed out into the corridor. They then travelled down to the lift and around a few corners. Finally, he got pushed into a large room. Nursing students were seated in tiers of seats inside an amphitheatre a level above the lower chamber. Tom and Dilan wheeled the coyote's bed into the centre of the room. Dilan wheeled a table to the foot of the coyote's bed.

Tom fetched a bowl of warm soapy water, two towels, a scrubbing brush and an oval-shaped sponge from the cabinets and countertops lining the far wall. Next, he assembled the tools on the table at the foot of the coyote's bed. While Tom got the washing equipment together, Dilan modified the coyote's bondage. First, the otter obtained some gleaming metal and leather devices from a draw. They turned out to be stirrups.

Dilan attached the stirrups to holes built into the medical bed's frame. They had a U-shaped padded section for patients' carves and leather strapping to lock around their ankles. Next, he placed the coyote's ankles into the stirrups before strapping each of his ankles in place with leather belts. Dilan's efforts spread the coyote's legs apart and raised his foot paws a few inches above the mattress. Next, he unfolded and placed towels on the bed under the coyote's elevated and outstretched foot paws.

"Hello, class this morning. We are demonstrating the foot paw wash technique. It is a gentle method to induce bladder incontinence. This method works for bladder holder fetishists or diaper lovers," said Dilan.

The otter turned to his captive.

"I want you to resist our treatment and describe how it makes it harder to stay dry," asked Dilan.

"Sure," answered the coyote.

"First, you want to restrain your patient in a position that keeps their paws or hooves secure and puts stress and strain on their bladder," said Dilan.

The lion walked over to a sink on the wall. Above the sink were a pack of latex medical gloves. Tom plucked a pair from the dispenser and snapped them over his hand paws, one at a time. Then, he walked back over to the coyote.

The lion dipped his sponge into the bowl of water. He dunked it and took it out before he rang out the extra water. He was making a show of the drips flowing back into the bowl. He held the sponge high enough for the coyote to see and added the dripping water to the soundscape. Next, he moved the sponge to the coyote's left foot paw. Tom began dabbing it into his rubbery paw pads. The coyote's toes splayed wide open at the contact. His toes stretched open, trying to avoid the wet sponge. The stirrup creaked as the coyote tried to pull his helpless foot back, but it held up to the patient's efforts.

"You want to wet a creature's paw pads of hooves," said Dilan.

Tom started on the central pad, blotting and rubbing. The coyote twisted his leg, but it didn't stop Tom from doing his work. Soon the black paw pad was wet with a good coating of water. The lion rinsed the sponge and squeezed out the excess water. Next, he turned his attention to the toe pads going over them one at a time. Lastly, Tom pressed the cloth between the coyote's toes wetting the short fur found there.

"How are you holding up?" asked Dilan.

"My wet paw pads are bringing my need to piss to the forefront," said the coyote.

"That's the idea, hon," said the otter.

Dilan looked down and checked the coyote's diaper. The crisp white diaper looked dry, and the twin blue wetness indicator lines that ran down the entire length of his crotch were still solid. However, there was a change to the coyote's situation. He was starting to get an erection. It was unsurprising, considering his crotch was still swimming in the aphrodisiac laced lotion.

The coyote was breathing deeply now. Soft puffs of breath escaped the canine's muzzle. The lion had moved onto the other foot paw. The coyote's first paw was damp with water, some of it dripping to the towel below. His black paw pads glistened under the light. He balled up and then splayed open his toes, matching his right paw now under the lion's attention. Even if the paw washing was contrived just to stress the coyote's bladder, it didn't mean they wouldn't do a thorough job.

"It doesn't matter if you get a bit sloppy with the water. Having water drip down a patient's calves or foot paws adds to the desperation," said Dilan.

Tom continued to soak the coyote's right foot paw. He returned the sponge to the bowl and walked over to the sink area. The lion took a bottle of green liquid soap and walked back to the coyote. He pumped out a good dollop of soap into his gloved hand paw. The tiger pressed his soapy hand paw into one of the coyote's foot paws and worked it into the pads and between his toes.

He kept massaging the soap into the coyote's paws. The sound the rubber gloves and paw pads made was exceptionally sexual. It sounded like he was jerking the coyote off more than anything.

The coyote's paws were now sleek with soap bubbles and slippery. All soaped up and ready for a scrub. The coyote shivered under the otter's gaze. Dilan continued to pat his coyote captive, running his fingers through his head fur. He had a full and obvious erection now. It was an oblong-shaped bulge at the crotch of his diaper. The room's bright lights drew even more attention to the glossy plastic backing.

"Keeping your thirsty diaper dry so far," Dilan teased.

Tom picked up the small scrubbing brush and began to scrub the coyote's right foot paw. He ran the scrubbing brush in tight circles. The captive coyote panted before he bit down on his bottom lip; as the lion continued to work more, the coyote squirmed and twisted in his bonds. He was held tight and couldn't get away from Tom's scrubbing. He only got a brief break when Tom switched to his other paw.

The lion walked back to the sink and emptied the water, so he returned carrying the refilled water bowl. Tom placed it down on the table and began to rinse the coyote's foot paws. He took the sponge from the table, dipping it into the clean bowl. The coyote's eyes focused on the dripping sponge as the lion squeezed the excess water back into the bowl. The coyote was twisting in his straps, still trying to get away from the lion's attention.

"You seem quite agitated," said Dilan.

"A-all those sloshing sounds and the wetness between my p-pads,"

"Making it hard to hold it?" teased Dilan.

"Yeah!" said the coyote.

The lion didn't skip a beat as he continued to rinse the other soapy foot paw of the coyote.

"During the rinse, your patient usually needs to piss like a racehorse. From experience, it's best to have a soaker pad for equine patients," said Dilan.

The lion was now drying the coyote's foot paws using the towels he had placed under them. He dabbed and rubbed the black paws until they were dry. Next, the otter rubbed the back of the coyote's ears. He acted as if the coyote was a lover instead of a captive. The otter's paws rubbed in small circles.

"You did well to resist our technique," purred Dilan right into the coyote's ear.

The lion was cleaning up the paw washing supplies. Dilan unstrapped the coyote's foot paws from the metal stirrups. The coyote eased his legs lower back to the surface of the bed. Dilan unstrapped the other straps holding the coyote down. The coyote rolled over and sat on the bed, doing his best to hide his massive boner, but the diaper kept his thighs spread.

"Well, this goes to show this isn't a foolproof method; patients with erections tend to have extended bladder holding capacity. Thank you for attending our demonstration," said Dilan.

The nursing students began to filter out the viewing gallery leaving through the top door. It didn't take long before the three creatures were alone.

"I almost forgot the last test, the canine isolation helmet," said Dilan.

"What's that? I don't think we have time for this. I am starting to get a bit desperate to pee. Can we do that later?" asked the coyote.

"He needs to do more than just pee," said Tom.

"It won't take long, then I'll take you to the restroom," said the otter.

"Okay," said the coyote. However, there was a hint of reluctance in the creature's voice.

Tom opened a cabinet and took out a helmet made of thick canvas. It looked very form-fitting with pockets for canine ears and a tight muzzle section. It had a blindfold, currently snapped shut running across the eye section.

"Wow, that looks tailored for your muzzle, very avant-garde," teased Dilan.

"It even has his name on it," added Tom.

Dilan could feel the coyote tense up as he saw his name "Leon" printed on a metal nameplate.

"Now, Leon, this can go one of two ways. You keep being the compliant lapdog while we pop your new helmet on you, or you can start a fuss, and I press my panic button. If that happens, six burly bear orderlies will come in and persuade you to try on your cute new headwear," menaced Dilan.

"Please," said Leon.

As Tom approached, Dilan pulled the bound coyote into a hug from behind. Tom pressed the hood over Leon's muzzle with a gentle yet firm tug. A tight canine styled dildo gag pushed past Leon's lips. Dilan tugged the helmet over Leon's head and rolled his ears into the ear pockets seating them in place. With a sharp tug, the back zipper pulled shut. Leon let out a muffled cry. The only exposed portion of his head was a triangular-shaped hole where his nose pressed out, allowing him to breathe.

Dilan took out his phone and adjusted a few settings in an application. The otter smiled as he saw Leon tense up and shiver as the white noise generator turned on inside the coyote's helmet. The headphones inside the ear slots of his helmet forced the coyote to listen. Listen to the sounds of a rain shower.

Dilan took charge of the bound and gagged coyote. He couldn't help but smile as he squirmed and shivered as he got half dragged down the corridors.

"Not much further to the lavatory," said Dilan.

Leon was walking pigeon-toed, and his lower body trembled and shivered. If they stopped for any period, the coyote would begin potty dancing. Dilan wasn't taking Leon to any bathroom but the one he was wearing.

Eventually, Leon whined loudly into his gag as he halted his movements. Dilan knew why he had stopped, so he didn't tug on the leash. Leon crossed his legs tightly, but it was too late. The coyote's padding twitched as his sex went slightly flaccid. However, it was enough to let him lose several sharp spurts of piss. His engorged knot wouldn't allow him to piss in a full stream. So instead, the coyote took a protracted-halting piss more like an orgasm, desperate pee escaping his cock tip in spurts. Leon's padding began to swell over the next two minutes of this draw out wetting.

"There's a good boy. Some creatures find it hard to pee with an erection. I'm glad I could help out," cooed Dilan.

The otter turned off the white noise generator as it had done its job. He tugged his patient along. Instead of going to a changing room Dilan took Leon to a padded cell, his new home. The otter forced the coyote inside. He opened the blindfold flap and snapped it to Leon's forehead with snap buttons. The coyote could see again but could not do much else. Dilan left the cell and shut and locked the door before Leon could get his bearings. Dilan took out his phone and opened his mic to broadcast his voice to the coyote's helmet.

"There's been a change of plans, Leon. Remember, when you had to sign the waiver that mentioned if Tulip Gardens detects that you have any psychological conditions, we are required to commit you for treatment?" said Dilan.

Leon turned to look through the tiny viewing window installed into his cell door. The coyote shook his head and whined into his gag. His eyes were wide.

"From our observations last night and this morning, we have diagnosed you as a chronic masturbater," said the otter with a smirk.

Leon trashed in his restraints and rammed at the door.

"There's no need for embarrassment. Many creatures hide this condition. I've designed a treatment plan already. It calls for full chastity and nightly hypnotic training. The hypnotic training isn't just to curtail your libido. I've also selected some pet play and obedience training to spice things up a bit,"

Leon looked around wide-eyed and screamed into his gag. He opened and closed his legs, trying to stimulate his still hard cock pressing out the crotch of his diaper.

"I didn't quite catch that, but anyway, I'm going easy on you since you helped with the demonstration. I will leave you for a bit and give you one last chance to masturbate before changing your diaper and putting your cock cage on. I strongly suggest you get floor humping because you're not going to get another chance to get off for some time," said Dilan.

The otter closed the app on his phone and walked down the corridor. Leon's muffled cries faded as Dilan walked away. He had got himself a new coyote to torment.