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I glanced out over the sea of anthros drinking and dancing, their half naked bodies gyrating erotically against one another. Lights flashed in time with the pulsing techno beat. I hadn't had any luck finding someone to spend the evening with on the various hookup apps on my phone, so I decided to try my luck at one of my favorite clubs. The intense atmosphere was great for partying, but less good for flirting and finding someone to go home with. It was hard to chat over the ambient noise. If my hunt took any longer I would have had to settle for trading blowjobs in the bathroom with a drug-addled twink.

It wasn't the worst outcome, I supposed, but also not ideal.

I retreated back from the packed dance floor to the comparatively quieter bar, and that's where I saw him. He was a heavy-set brown bear seated by himself at the end of the bar, a vacant stool beside him. He had a couple of empty pint glasses before him and was working his way through a third. His tawny pelt had hints of gray in it, giving him a distinguished appearance. He was a bit old for that crowd- possibly in his mid-40s- but also not entirely out of place. There were always the handsome elder hunks with dad bods that refused to let the rambunctious energy of youth die off with age.

He caught me eying him almost immediately, and wiped the foam from his upper lip with the back of his forearm. The edges of his stout muzzle tweaked up into a smirk while he looked me up and down in return with open interest.

I'm a caribou, so I am naturally tall and broad-shouldered. It was a treat to discover a top larger and more imposing than I, especially considering the breadth of my thick, woody antlers. I appreciated that immensely. I was a submissive through and through, and I loved when I got to indulge in the same size-dynamics that rodent bottoms experienced when with any larger species. I smiled coyly and approached, trying not to hurry too much. I normally wasn't shy, but knew that it was common for the older, larger lads to like there to be a bit of a chase.

I asked him if it was alright if I sat down and he silently patted the seat next to him before flagging down the bartender. I liked the way he moved. He had a full physique, hefty (as bears tended to be), but he slung his arms with a rugged ease; he didn't need to worry about what would be in their path, because whatever was there would surely move out of the way.

"Ryder," he said motioning to himself, his gruff baritone rumbling above the music.

I stumbled through my drink order before responding and introducing myself. Sitting next to the handsome ursine my faux shyness suddenly became very real and I winced as I stuttered back, "Jack" and motioned to shake his paw.

If my awkwardness fazed him, he didn't show it. If anything, judging from the glint in his slate gray eye, he found it endearing.

We flirted casually for a bit, but we both knew what we were after and the conversation quickly turned overtly sexual. I hadn't even gotten through the first cocktail he bought me by the time he suggested we go to his place for a bit of kinky fun. I wasn't a stranger to fetish play. I'd been tied up before. Blindfolded. Spanked. That sort of thing. It was almost always a good time. I tried not to let on how eager I was, but I think the blush that tinged my inner ears crimson and the scent of my enticed arousal clued him in well enough. He lived just up the block, he said. A five minute walk.

A short while later, we stumbled through his front door, our clumsiness more out of excitement than out of intoxication. He started to strip me naked before we were even out of the foyer, tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I was surprised that he was dextrous and mindful enough to not let it get tangled in my antlers. He ran his wide paws across my body, feeling my pudgy torso and fluffy chest. My pelt was mostly an ashy gray except for the upper third of my body where it was a burnt red-brown. I also had some cream colored highlights on my mask and muzzle that matched the shaggy fluff on my chest and speckles across my rump (not to mention the fuzz beneath my stubby tail).

I reached for his shirt as well, but he tutted and waggled a finger at me admonishingly. He even went as far as to grab my wrist to stop me when I reached toward his crotch. I got the message: This bear liked to be in charge. I could appreciate that and was more than willing to allow him to take the lead. He guided me back toward a couch with a palm firmly on my chest and pushed me onto the pillows with a gentle shove. I bounced on the sofa and laughed.

Once I was off my feet, he started working on the rest of my clothes. Shoes...socks...peeling each off slowly, one at a time. He agilely undid each button of the fly on my jeans. I hoisted my hips off of the furniture to help him wriggle the tight-tight fitting denim off of my legs. He cast them aside.

"Cute," he chuckled, leaning back and holding his chin to gaze at me like he was a father or older sibling observing an awkward cub while I lounged in just my tighty whities in his living room. I suddenly felt five rather than 25.

My ears drooped sheepishly. I had never been one to sacrifice comfort for fashion, especially when my underwear was often removed within a few seconds of a partner seeing it. Plus, I enjoyed how the snowy fabric outlined my junk. Even at that moment, the curve of my half-erect, circumcised length was pressed against the soft cotton. My shaft was angled up toward my right hip while my testicles made a pair of pert mounds between my heavy thighs. My maleness throbbed and leaked a damp patch of pre in anticipation. Ryder traced my cock through my briefs with the tip of one claw, grinning wickedly as it twitched in response.

His digits slithered beneath the elastic waistband of my underwear and helped me shimmy off my last stitch of clothing. I expected him to start on his own attire, but instead he urged me upright again and pulled me down an unlit halfway by the wrist and into an equally dark room. The curtains were drawn shut, preventing even the meager light of the flickering street lamps and starlight to filter in. I couldn't see much more than the vague outlines of furniture, but it made the press of his body and the huff of his breath behind me that much more exhilarating and in focus.

I wondered just what kink he had planned. Wax? I had played with a cougar who enjoyed ice before- that was a chilling but fun experience. Bondage, perhaps? It was becoming ever more rare that a partner didn't want at least a collar around my throat.

I was guided to a cushioned table of some sort that was long and narrow, pressed up against one wall. The surface had too much give for use as a functional table but was far too tall and wide to be a chair or bench. I couldn't figure out just what it was supposed to be by touch alone. My best guess was that it was a specialty piece of sex furniture, much like a kneeling bench was for paddling. He heaved me onto it, throwing around my average-bodied form with ease. My scent was suddenly clouded by a plume of fragrant powder that puffed up when I landed atop it. The smell held a familiar fragrance, but I couldn't quite place it.

Ryder crouched and rummaged around in some hollow space at the base of the table. When he rose he grabbed each of my wrists and wrestled a tight-fitting, vinyl mitt over first one of my fists and then the other. The mitts were thickly padded, which prevented my fingers from moving and made me even more graceless than normal. He then did the same for my feet with a pair of booties. They had a series of blunted spikes that poked into my soles. They didn't cause any pain just by being worn, but I knew if I tried to walk with them on I would be in a world of hurt. The ursine buckled the straps around my wrists and ankles. Without access to my fingers I would never be able to remove them myself. He proceeded to use carabiner clips to attach my limbs to the corners of the table via a metal loop on each mitt and boot.

Bondage it was! I was optimistic about how the night was going. There was little I didn't like about mature, attractive males tying me up and having their way with me. Once I was secured and able to do nothing but writhe against my bindings he flipped on the light switch.

The room we were in was nothing like I anticipated. I had expected a fully furnished sex dungeon by the casual way he controlled me. Black rubber, brick walls, steel fixtures; that sort of stuff. Instead, the walls were pale blue and adorned with colorful fingerpainted murals. Giant, interlocking foam puzzle pieces emblazoned with numbers and letters formed a mat over half of the floor. What appeared to be an overstuffed toy chest was shoved against one wall, packed so full that its contents, a strange mixture of plush toys and dildos, were propping the lid open and spilling out onto the floor around it in a haphazard pile. I realized quickly that the table I was strapped to was a changing table that was sized up for anthros of adult proportions when I saw the shelf next to displaying stacks of adult diapers of every color and pattern imaginable.

That certainly wasn't the sort of kink play I had signed up for.

I started fidgeting anxiously, nervous about what Ryder planned to do with me.

"Now, now. Don't be such a fussy cub. Sit tight and I'll find a diaper your size," the bear told me, scolding me by clicking his tongue. He dug through the stacks of diapers trying to find the right one to put me in.

"A d-diaper!? I don't need a diaper. If you can't tell by my rack, I'm a full-grown adult," I declared. As if to illustrate my point, my antlers clacked noisily against the wall at just that moment.

"You said you were up for some kinky fun tonight. Nothing wrong with indulging in something new. Besides, even adults can wear padding."

He paused in his search to undo his belt and fly and let his trousers fall to the floor, revealing a thick, disposable diaper, already swollen with piss- presumably from an evening spent drinking at the bar and wetting himself. It looked as though it had started out stark white, but had taken on a pale yellow hue from the urine it had collected. He stepped out of the bundle of his slacks on the floor waddled forward until his padded crotch was at the edge of the changing table, inches from my muzzle. I squirmed, but due to the bondage I couldn't move much.

It was strangely erotic, to see a fur a good fifteen years my senior or more confidently clad in a diaper like he was a wayward toddler who had yet to develop a sense of shame. The four, expertly-placed blue tabs on the front were stretched taut, indicating that he had been wearing it for many hours. It sagged beneath its own weight, swaying between his thighs with each and every step that he took. The protective underwear rustled loudly enough that it was a marvel I didn't notice before. I can only blame my lack of perception after leaving the club on being unreasonably horny.

"This should keep you quiet, cub," Ryder said, producing a pacifier fit for an adult from nearby. He popped the enormous teat into my muzzle. It was attached to a strap that buckled behind my skull, locking the rubber nub between my lips and preventing me from doing anything other than mumble incoherently into the gag. "Now go on and have a snoof of Daddy Bear's diaper," he ordered. He put his paw on the back of my head and forcefully guided my nostrils into the center of his padded groin. I failed to resist him rubbing my snout against it. I winced in embarrassment and shame, trying to hold my breath long enough that I wouldn't smell his pee, but he held me in place long enough that breathing was inevitable. When he heard me gasp, he grinded against my nose, making me nuzzle into it and inhale the whiff of powder and piss. I felt his body heat radiate from his belly, which pressed firmly against my forehead.

To my shame, my erection didn't deflate at the humiliating treatment. If anything, it inexplicably grew harder and spasmed wantonly in the open air. I wished I could cover it up, but my mitted hands were still securely bound above my head..

The brown bear drummed his fingers along my turgid length for a few seconds, making it jump and jerk, before stepping back and allowing me some fresh air. He returned to selecting the best diaper and eventually settled on one that was a white like his, but covered with a pattern of cartoon anthros engaging in a series of beach-related activities beneath a smiling sun wearing shades- building sandcastles and wearing inner tubes about their waists and floaties on their arms, along with goggles, snorkels, and swimming flippers.

Ryder moved to the base of the change table and gave my rump a teasing swat.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Go ahead and lift your butt for me, cub," he instructed, unfurling the diaper and fluffing it between his paws. It crinkled loudly as he did.

On a primal level, the power dynamic between us was undeniably arousing, and the river of pre leaking from my thrumming cock announced that fact clearly to the ursine. I started to hoist up my hindquarters before I even realized that I was following his command. He grinned impishly and slipped the diaper beneath my rump so that my upturned, spade shaped tail fit neatly into the groove designed for it. Ryder produced a bottle of powder from beneath the changing table, and dusted my nether regions with a flurry of floral-scented snow.

"One last thing before we get this taped on," Ryder said cheerfully

He went over to the toy chest and picked up a fat, silicone buttplug. He slathered it in lube with a pump from a nearby bottle, then returned. He poked and prodded blindly at my cleft with it until the squishy, tapered tip found my tailhole. The bear wiggled and pressed it into me. My aperture slowly engulfed the toy. I reflexively squeezed down around the invading member while stifling an involuntary bleat. The sensation was wonderful, but I was too embarrassed by the situation to truly enjoy the stretch as much as I normally would have. He continued to shove inch after inch in, prying me open wide, until I at last reached the flanged base and it anchored neatly into my tight ring. The bulb kept a firm pressure on my prostate and every slight shift I made had me squirting a fresh runnel of watery pre.

Ryder beamed and folded the diaper up over my groin. The ursine secured the four tapes into place with a practiced confidence. I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't comfortable. The outside might be stiff, rustling plastic- I couldn't move a muscle without hearing a loud crinkling- but the interior was soft and pillowy. I blushed so hot I think I rivaled the surface of the sun when I realized my host could tell by the bouncing bulge on the front that being seen in such a humiliating state made my hardness twitch. I finally stopped struggling entirely and accepted that I'd be indulging in a fetish that was new and strange to me that evening. I was apprehensive, but decided I would make the most of the situation and see it through.

The bear added a spreader bar between my legs and locked the breadth of it wide enough that standing would be next to impossible even if I weren't for the spiked booties. 'At least,' I thought, 'he didn't decide to add a bonnet.' He unshackled me and helped me down off of the table and onto all fours on the floor. Between the mitts, boots, and spreader bar I could scarcely even crawl. Unfortunately, the alcohol that I had drank at the bar was starting to catch up to me. The twinge in my bladder had been present, but thoroughly ignored as we had first entered the home since my mind was focused elsewhere. The desire had swelled to a needy ache, only empowered by the thick plug exerting pressure on not only my sweet spot, but bladder as well. I hoped our scene would end early enough that I could get up and use the bathroom, but for some reason I just knew Ryder wasn't going to allow that. I'm pretty sure he wanted to see my diaper as soggy as his.

The ursine added a final touch: A multicolored harness attached to a leash, like one would use to rein in an energetic youngin while in a shopping mall so that they didn't wander off too far while the adults' heads were turned.

Ryder took out his phone. At first I was afraid he was taking pictures of me in my fresh padding and bondage gear- I definitely did not want those getting out online- but he had his screen angled in a way that I could see it and instead of a camera there was a control panel on the touch screen. It had sliders marked "power" and "frequency" along with a graph or audio-visualizer of some sort that was currently flatlined. He fiddled with some settings and with a final tap of his finger the plug lodged in my rear began to fiercely vibrate against my prostate, sending waves of bliss through my body.

I nearly collapsed due to the intensity of it. I shuddered and failed to contain my moan. My turgid cock pulsated as it rubbed against the plush confines of my diaper. There was nothing that I could do to address it beyond gasping and shuddering. After several seconds he turned down the power and I was left whining with a gentle buzz against my pleasure button.

"Anytime you behave tonight, you'll get to feel that again. If you misbehave, you'll need to be punished. And if you are really good and do absolutely everything you're told, I'll break out something even better. Now pick out a stuffed toy, then come over here," Ryder directed, as he ambled over to a comfy looking armchair and sat down with his thighs splayed wide.

I shambled over to the toy chest on all fours, my diapered rump swishing to and fro, and found a plush fox. I awkwardly held it against my body with one arm while I made a three legged crawl back to where Ryder reclined. He rubbed the bulge of his cock through his wet diaper while he admired the work he had done on me. The brown bear took the toy from me and set it on the floor in front of him, then guided me to crawl atop it, so that my hips straddled it. I felt my diaper compress around my shaft. The soft lining enveloping my penis helped me begin to see an upside to my padded condition, though I'd be loath to utter it aloud.

The brown bear shoved down the front of his diaper, revealing his hefty sac and girthy tool. His erection was only a bit above average length but quite thick. Its shiny crown was moist with piss and precum. The girthy member throbbed visibly inches from my snout. I inhaled the masculine scent of his pheromones mixed with his mark.

"I'm going to take out your pacifier for a little bit in order to give you your bottle, boy," he said with one paw around the base of his genitals, jiggling them toward me enticingly. "Go ahead an suck on it and get your milk. Make sure you swallow every last drop."

I didn't need to be told twice. His dick was mouthwatering even if it did smell like piss. I thrust forward my muzzle and he loosened the buckle on my gag so that it dropped down around my throat like a collar. I nuzzled against his hardon for a few seconds before starting to flick my tongue against the sensitive flesh beneath his swollen cocktip where the shaft and glans met. Ryder grumbled in satisfaction and slumped back in his seat, melting from pleasure. He gently ruffled my head-fur in encouragement.

"That's a good calf," he cooed, tapping a key on his phone. The buttplug resumed vibrating with a more powerful resonance. My thighs quivered. I didn't want the sensation to end. It was edging me toward completion, but so gradually it was almost torture. I licked his penis with a few long, slow slurps, starting at its trunk and making my way up his velvety flesh to the very tip. His erection thrummed. It tasted salty, of sweat and piss from his well-used diaper. I was surprised that I didn't wrankle at the realization that I was, in some small capacity, tasting his pee nor that I didn't find bitter flavor completely unpleasant (although it simply could have just been that my body was a raging, aroused mess, willing to do anything to please). "Go ahead and hump your plushie. See if you can feel anything through that thick, crinkling padding of yours," he urged me.

I closed my lips around the head of his cock and started to suckle on it at the same time I first tried to hump against the stuffed critter. The spreader bar and the bulk of the diaper make it difficult to do. While enjoyable, it felt incredibly clumsy and not quite enough to push me over the precipice of climax.

"You look so cute in your diaper, crinkle butt. If you're anything like the others I've looked after, you'll grow to love them soon enough," the bear teased. "I do hope you're enjoying your toy and bottle, little one, because we have got a long way to go."

It was humiliating to suck Ryder's cock while the bear watched me buck and thrust my diapered crotch against a toy in a desperate attempt to achieve orgasm. I was not faring well at it, and he chuckled when I faltered and mewled with unfulfilled desire. I brought my muzzle all of the way down on his cock to the base. I was experienced enough that I managed not to choke on his monstrous maleness, but only just. I wrapped my tongue around his meat and undulated against it as I sucked and bobbed. The ursine groaned softly. He continually sprayed jets of pre into my throat. All the while I humped against the plush creature.

Every time I grew close to orgasm I lost my pacing and failed to crest. My member almost hurt with need, and in my frustration to get off I removed my mouth from his cock and swore.

The dominant bear glared down at me and tutted.

"That's not nice language," Ryder said, forcing a frown despite the glimmer of a smile in his gaze. He used his phone to stop the butt plug from buzzing and I whined. The cessation of the vibrations was going to make it impossible to cum. I hurriedly but fruitlessly grinded into my diaper to no avail. "No adult language until you leave, understood?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, throwing a "daddy," on the end for good measure. My host beamed at the addition.

"Good. You're staying with me tonight, and if you do everything you're told from now on you can cum in the morning. Back to sucking."

The thorough loss of control was undeniably arousing, even if the need to orgasm settled into a dull ache in my sac. I somehow managed to continue suckling on Ryder's cock. At one point while bucking his hips and slamming his shaft into my throat he even grabbed my antler and used it to guide me down onto him until my nose was nestled firmly in the coarse fur of his pelvis, inhaling his manly scent. I could sense him approaching his orgasm. His gut, ass, and thighs tightened. His breathing became ragged, with each exhalation rising in speed and pitch.

With one final jerk of his hips, he came into my maw. He must've saved up his load for several days, because his nut erupted in several thick ropes of ursine seed that splattered into my throat. Somehow I managed to gulp down the salty morsels with several large swallows. He held my head firmly between his thighs, puffing out heaving breaths until his spent tool softened entirely on my tongue.

When he at last let me go, I sat back on the floor, falling back heavily onto my diapered rump with a trail of semen and saliva bridging the gap between my lips and his cock tip. I was both horny and embarrassed. My cock was obviously straining against my diaper.

"We aren't doing anything about that tonight, champ," he reminded me, massaging his foot paw against the bulge while he adjusted the power of my vibrating buttplug. He brought it to a low hum that broke into a stronger pattern every time my body had almost adjusted to the sensation. The pulsating rhythm built to a crescendo and dissipated back into a steady buzz again and again. "But let's get you tucked in to sleep, and in the morning maybe you'll have a chance to load your padding with something other than piss; caribou cum, if you're lucky."

Piss- right. With my focus no longer on blowing the bear my attention was pulled back to my basic bodily functions. The need in my bladder had swelled immensely. It was quickly becoming a challenge not to fidget, grab my crotch, and dance a little jig with the effort to hold it in. Already spurts of pee threatened to escape my piss slit and soak my padding. There was no way I could last an entire night.

"I need to pee before bed," I mumbled, barely above a whisper. Before the words had even left my mouth I knew what the answer would be.

Ryder chuckled knowingly and glanced first to his own sodden diaper (which he was casually stuffing himself back into), then to my clean one. He smiled mischievously, as if he could sense my nerves over the matter. The ursine leaned forward and refastened the buckle on my pacifier gag. The fat bulb in my muzzle would muffle any further protests I could make.

"And just what do you think the diaper is for?" He asked rhetorically. "These can hold quite a bit and I don't want it going to waste. I'll change you out of it once it's completely full.

My first instinct was to continue trying to hold it in, but the need was definitely too strong. I wouldn't make it another full hour, much less through the night. Despite that, I wasn't prepared to call it quits just yet. On some deep level, even with how the humiliating scene was playing out, I did want to please the fur who was treating me like a cub, but the mental block to wetting myself was simply too strong.

Ryder could see the look of concentration on my face and he sensed my hesitancy.

"Looks like you might need a bit of encouragement," he stated, pressing his palm against my lower abdomen, forcing more pressure on my straining bladder. Still, I held back with a grunt. His paw crawled higher on my stomach, fingers moving like a spider, and without further warning began to tickle my belly. My eyes bulged and my body spasmed as his digits erratically flew across my pelt. With the way I was bound I was powerless to stop him. If I rolled forward to hide my tummy his paw would find my underarm or my neck or my knee, or one of the countless other places I didn't know was sensitive and ticklish. I gasped and laughed against the nub of my gag.

I froze when I felt the first trickle escape my piss slit. It was just a spurt and a dribble at first, and was swiftly wicked into the padding it splashed against. I clamped back down, but I was fighting a losing battle. Decades of life without an accident were about to come undone.

The second splash of urine was longer than before, making an audible spray inside the diaper for a couple of heartbeats. That was what burst the dam. The wave of relief made me lose all concentration on holding in my bladder. My stream started and I wouldn't have been able to stop it to save my life. The only sound was the hiss of my pee flooding my padding for several long seconds until the flow finally slowed and abated. I could feel the hot squish of the damp protection against my junk. The warm moisture was oddly enjoyable, making my shaft plump again, and I was overcome with the inexplicable urge to hump against something again to cum. I instead held back and looked up to my partner for the evening, lip quivering with nerves. For some reason I was expecting praise even though my tail tucked down and my ears had drooped.

"Good job, kiddo," he said in a voice dripping with both delight and condescension, as if he were congratulating a young child on managing to stay inside the lines in their coloring book. He escalated the vibrations of the plug on his phone again as a method of reward, watching me moan and shiver, the sodden diaper sagging between my legs.

Ryder stood and stretched. He released a ferocious sound, closer to a roar than a yawn, and smacked his lips.

"I think it's bedtime, sport," he declared, cracking his stiff neck and back.

The bear guided me to an enormous crib against one wall with the leash. To me it resembled more of a prison cell with wooden bars than a bed...except that it contained a cushioned mattress with space themed bed sheets and a slowly rotating mobile of planets and rocket ships above it. He lifted me into it with ease and locked the bars with a dramatic thunk, then latched my paws to the four corners of the frame before bidding me goodnight. Ryder shut off the light and closed the door. I was left in darkness save for the twinkling, glow-in-the-dark plastic stars speckling the ceiling above me. The only sound that broke the silence was the ceaseless buzz of the vibrating plug.

I fidgeted uncomfortably. I never assumed that morning that by the time I went to sleep I would be in bondage in a crib with a diaper full of my own piss taped around my crotch. I debated if I hated the experience or not. The thorough loss of control was exhilarating, but I was a horny, needy mess.

Falling asleep was a difficult experience. Not only could I not roll around like normal, but my cock was completely rigid and neglected. I desired little more than to paw off before trying to get some shuteye and the toy wasn't helping one bit. Every time I was about to grow used to its presence, it changed tempo or power. I don't know if the bear was actively controlling it or if it was set to a pattern, but I eventually nodded off when the battery gave out at last and it trembled to a halt.

I woke up early the next morning. Beams of sunrise from the gaps in the blinds crept across the floor. My full nighttime bladder demanded emptying, and with a resigned sigh I concentrated on releasing it. It was a strange sensation to purposely avoid a lifetime of training and piss myself. Doing so was easier than the first time even if it took more effort than I expected, but eventually I felt the pressure release and the torrent of urine unload into the diaper. It swelled even further with the fresh addition, forcing my thighs even further apart with its bulk. I lay there in silence, casually suckling on my pacifier gag for an indeterminate amount of time.

The door creaked open and Ryder's round face peeked in the crack before he entered fully. He was clad in only a diaper, socks, and a wife beater undershirt. His diaper looked pristine from a recent change. The strange thought occurred to me that I wished I could have a change as well and be out of my soggy padding, but I quickly corrected the idea in my head to hoping that I could have my underwear back in order to nip this fresh fetish in the bud.

"You awake, sleepyhead?" He asked in a sing-song tone.

I obviously couldn't answer with anything other than a grunt.

The ursine chuckled as he approached, then beamed when he saw my diaper had grown even heavier. He grabbed the bulk of it and felt its heft, squishing the dampness around my junk.

"Looks like you are getting more comfortable with your diapers. It could probably hold a little bit more, but since you're probably eager to get that plug out, I suppose I can give you a change now," he stated as he slid away the bars on one side of the crib.

Ryder didn't even bother moving me to the changing table. He simply tore away the tabs and pulled down the diaper to reveal my plump cock and soaked testicles. The bear grabbed the base of the plug and wriggled it out of my hole. After it popped free I felt empty and more than a little sore. I had rarely had a toy lodged in me for so long. The cool morning air tickled my gaping ring. He pulled away the wet diaper and grabbed a new one to put me in. This one was covered in rainbows, raindrops, storm clouds blowing gusts of wind, and rabbit cubs in oversized yellow raincoats and boots splashing in puddles. He slipped it beneath my hindquarters but didn't immediately tape it up.

Instead, the brown bear grinned and lubed up his paw, paying careful attention to making sure his fingers were well greased and slick.

"How about a little playtime before breakfast?"

I lost sight of Ryder's paw as it reached down toward my rump. I felt him beckon across my cleft, smearing oil near my entrance. He circled it teasingly with a fingertip before poking the puckered ring and entering while twisting his wrist. I gasped into the nub of my pacifier gag when his digit found my prostate and I immediately dripped a gleaming string of pre. He prodded and massaged inside my tailhole for a moment. I squeezed my eyes shut in bliss as I oozed copious amounts of milky pre. He added a second finger and I was in heaven. I involuntarily clamped down around the intrusion, which made the ursine chuckle and spread his fingers apart, fighting back against my tight heat. He drove his paw forth and inserted his fingers all of the way to the knuckle into me. I was practically mewling as I writhed in ecstasy. If he continued much longer I would've cum from the sweet spot stimulation alone. Just as I neared the precipice, he pulled his paw free of my ass and wiped it clean of lube on the fur of my rump.

Ryder puffed a plume of powder onto my nether regions like he had the day before as I whined for him to finish me off. I just needed him to grip my rod and pump it a few times, but he ignored my quivering hardness and taped up the fresh diaper. The bear waited until my member deflated enough that I wouldn't just be able to quickly rub myself to completion through the padding before unshackling me from the crib and helping me down to the floor. He casually swatted my mitts away from the front of my diaper whenever they strayed too close. It felt good to be in dry padding again after spending the night soaked, but without being full of piss the padding crinkled obnoxiously if I so much as twitched.

Of course, that meant it was quite loud as I crawled after my host into the kitchen.

On the table was a cordless vibrating wand as well as a fresh bowl of oatmeal that smelled delightfully fruity. My stomach rumbled and I realized how hungry I was. Ryder removed my spreader bar, then sat at the table before hoisting me onto his knee. He unbuckled my gag and let me stretch my jaw for several seconds, before scooping up a spoonful of the fragrant mush. Without missing a beat, he did his best imitation of an airplane engine and flew the spoon in a slow looping pattern through the air making its way toward my muzzle.

I couldn't remember the last time someone had fed me. I must've been a legitimate toddler at the time. I had gone through far more embarrassing things in the past twelve hours or so and was famished, so despite the humiliating dynamic between us, I opened my mouth. He guided the spoon into my maw, taking little care to avoid smearing the gunk on my face. I swallowed while he shoveled up another mouthful of the cereal. The fruit and spices he added to the basic breakfast were actually rather tasty and I had to fight to keep my unimpressed scowl in place as I devoured the entire bowl.

When the bowl had been scraped clean, my gut began to gurgle. I was a bit puzzled. I was no longer hungry, but my belly bubbled and twisted. I felt a spasm in my abdomen and my eyes widened nervously as I realized what was about to happen. I struggled to get off of Ryder's knee and find the bathroom but he just smiled and held my wrist tight. I couldn't wrestle free (not that I would have gotten far with the spiked booties anyway).

"You've been so well behaved, don't ruin it now if you want to cum before heading home," the bear admonished playfully as he started to bounce me on his knee. The turbulence only increased my need. It was a battle I was quickly losing.

I was more immediately concerned with not soiling myself than I was about achieving orgasm at that point and continued to try, and fail, to squirm free of his grasp. I faintly wondered what had upset my stomach. I didn't drink nearly enough the previous night to be hungover, but it dawned on me and I glanced at the bear's face. He smirked.

"Fast acting laxatives," he informed me. "Most cubs are hesitant their first time, so I thought they might help. Some in the food and one up the rear end." As he explained he wiggled his finger like he had when he had fingered me that morning.

I was about to respond, but when I opened my mouth he merely put the pacifier back in and buckled it behind my skull with his free paw. I whimpered and moaned. Each bounce on his thigh brought me closer to the ultimate humiliation. I eventually stopped fidgeting. I needed all of my mental fortitude focused on holding it in. One last loud burble from my belly announced that all my effort was faltering.

My trembling limbs suddenly froze. The urgency had peaked. It was happening whether I willed it or not. Like a champagne bottle popping its cork, my bowels failed me. My tail flagged and quivered without my input and the hot mess noisily escaped my backside. I gasped, grunted, and groaned obscenely in a mixture of relief and abject humiliation. As I shook and felt my poop leave me and squish into mush, I saw Ryder grinning broadly at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, face blazing hot. It felt like my dump would never end. The potent drugs that my partner had slipped me were ensuring that I completely emptied myself. The sudden loss of pressure made my bladder discharge its contents as well, mixing with the muck I was already sitting in.

My diaper bulged and discolored. The smell was unpleasant, but the ursine didn't seem to mind. He just kept bouncing me on his knee and cooing affirmations into my ear. Each collision smashed my well used diaper against my backside with a tangible squelch! When it had finally ended, except for an uneasy gurgling sensation deep in my tummy, I panted weakly. I desired nothing more than a hot shower and a change- into proper underwear, I mean.

"Well done! Time for the reward you were promised," the brown bear announced, laying his paw on the vibrating wand on the table. He pressed a switch and it buzzed to life. It was a powerful tool and I felt the reverberations before he even pressed the ball at its end against the front of my padding. Despite smushing my mess further against my rump and the back of my sac the vibrations were one of the best feelings I had ever experienced. I was straddling Ryder's thigh and humped against it, trying to grind my junk harder against the wand. He laughed and watched.

I became completely hard within seconds. My cock thrummed, pressing against the soggy lining of my diaper. The mess squished and gushed as I forced myself against the massager, but no matter how disgusted I felt with myself I badly needed to orgasm. After all that had transpired from the moment I met the ursine up until that point, I was undeniably horny and starved for a climax.

I quickly approached the point of no return, needing to brace myself against my caregiver's shoulder. I nuzzled into the hollow of his throat as my breath continually hitched and my bucking movements became instinctual. I felt the familiar well of warmth in my loins. My testicles drew tight. With a final moan I came hard, spurting splatter after splatter of caribou seed into my diaper. It was one of the most potent orgasms I had ever had, lasting for several long heartbeats until it finally subsided. I was as spent as my cock and laid against Ryder in the afterglow.

As it steadily receded I became hyper aware of how exposed and vulnerable I was. Without the haze of arousal the disgust and humiliation of sitting in a diaper full of my own waste and cum came rushing back. I struggled again to free myself of the bear's lap.

"So fussy," he chuckled, helping me down onto all fours. I felt the weight of my diaper shift and slump between my thighs. Ryder pinched his nose as fanned the air in front of his face. "And smelly," he joked.

My caregiver started detaching my various bits of bondage gear and gathered it all into a neat pile.

"I'd love to play with you longer, but unfortunately I've got a whole lot to do today, so you better get going," Ryder said.

"Can I at least use your shower before I go?" I asked- pleaded- standing on wobbly legs for the first time since leaving the bar.

"No can do, I'm afraid, but If you ever want to be my cub for more than a night, you know where to find me," the bear responded, cocking a brow as if challenging me to claim I didn't end up enjoying myself on some level.

"This might be my only experience with this sort of thing." I lied and we both knew that he knew it.

I didn't relish the thought of being stuck in the foul smelling diaper until I got all of the way home. At least it was only a short drive from the club. I collected my clothes that were strewn about the living room. It was a struggle, involving lots of hopping and tugging to get my trousers on over the voluminous diaper, and I grimaced as I sat to put on my socks and shoes.

"Actually," I said, pausing in his doorway. "Can I get your number?