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It was mid-week, and Mollie's bar was mostly deserted. A young border collie was finishing off his sixth or seventh drink. The dog had lost count. He licked out the last few drops from inside the glass and put his head down on the table. He has just lost his job, and when his landlord found out, he was out on his ass. He had the end of the week to find somewhere else to stay. Drowning his sorrows at the local gay bar probably wasn't the wisest way to spend his dwindling money, but it sure as hell felt good.

The border collie felt his head spinning as he tried to flag down the waiter. When one didn't stop, he got up with a lurch to go to the bar. Then, with a sudden urgency, he realized that he had to pee badly. He could already feel a bit of dampness in his front, where he had leaked a little into his underwear. After all that drinking, Duncan rushed to the bathroom as quickly as he could. When he got to the men's room, he found that the door was locked and the bathroom was occupied. The collie dog squeezed his legs together and tried to hold it in as he waited. Surely it was just the booze sneaking up on him. Grown dogs didn't have accidents, and they sure as hell didn't wet themselves.

It was getting a bit urgent as the collie felt another squirt leak out; he lost the battle to keep from wetting himself. Knocking on the door loudly, he tried to rush the person in the men's room. He heard a toilet flush and the sink running, making him sigh a little in relief. When the door swung open, a large orange tiger in just a tight tee shirt and jeans was making his way out.

Rushing into the bathroom, Duncan fumbled with his belt and dropped his pants far enough that he didn't need to worry about trying to mess with his fly. He felt a bit silly, like a schoolboy dropping his pants like that, but the urgency of his situation was more important. Besides, no one could see him in here. After finishing up a long and very satisfying piss, he pulled up his underwear. Now that it had a chance to cool down, he realized his underwear was more than just a bit damp. He couldn't remember the last time he had pissed himself. He looked down at the white briefs in drunken disbelief. Grabbing a few paper towels, he tried to blot it dry, but it did little to help the yellow stain that had spread over the front of his bulge.

There was a quick knock on the door, and the dog's heart sank as he realized he had forgotten to lock it. The door swung open again and in stepped that same orange tiger. "Oh! I just left my..." The chubby tiger let the sentence hang.

Even this drunk Duncan knew that he should be at least a little ashamed and tried to cover himself up. He was almost in tears, the stress of losing his job and home, and now he pissed himself in front of a tiger he would have loved to have hit on him any other night. The border collie was more than a little shocked when the tiger locked the door behind him and moved over to give him a hug. Being held like that, Duncan just pressed his face into the big tiger's shoulder. He tried to explain himself, and everything that had happened started to tumble out.

"Shhh, you must be having a hard night. Let me help you get cleaned up, sweetie." Truthfully, the tiger was not normally one to rescue a drunk at the bar, but the collie looked cute and genuinely distressed. He was so drunk he was having trouble standing. Even though he had some pudge on him, he was still a collie and much smaller than many furs. The bartender should have cut him off long ago.

Without saying a word, the tiger slipped off the collie's underwear and took them to rinse out in the sink. Sensitive noses would be able to pick out the smell regardless of whether they were dry or not. Left naked from the waist down, the collie tried to cover up his cock but quickly realized that the tiger wasn't leering at him. Letting his paws fall away from his crotch, he slumped back against the wall as his head spun again. He saw the tiger drying out his underwear with the hand dryer just before he blacked out.

Duncan woke up the next morning in the back seat of his car. At first, he started to panic when he couldn't find his keys, but as his world came into focus, he noticed a note stuck to the steering wheel that said. "Under the spare." Sure enough, someone had wedged them under the spare tire in the trunk so he couldn't drive away drunk. He really didn't have much memory of the night before. From the feeling in his head, he guessed he had way too much to drink at Mollie's. If he ever met the Good Samaritan who got him to his car, he would have to thank him.

Several weeks later, the incident at Mollie's had been all but forgotten; Duncan had found a part-time job but was still looking for somewhere to live. He had managed to couch surf with a friend for a few nights, but once the boyfriend found out, he was out on the street again.

Duncan nursed his drink quietly while waiting for someone to flirt with. It had been a dry night, and the border collie had been sitting alone most of the evening. Mollie's was packed as usual after the work week, but it may as well have been empty. He was just getting up when he saw an older tiger at the bar look his way and smile. Hoping that things might be looking up, he settled back down into his seat, trying not to let his tail give away too much. The twenty-one-year-old collie smiled back, unable to keep himself from wagging a little.

The tiger turned around in his seat and gave Duncan a nod. Inexperienced at this sort of thing, the dog knew the tiger was at least a little interested, and he certainly didn't mind. The tiger was older and dressed casually in a tight black shirt and a pair of jeans. He was with another male at the bar, a large brown bear. He was a little older than the tiger but dressed more like he belonged in a corner office. His suit was clearly chosen to compliment his dark brown fur. Duncan's heart skipped a beat when the tiger tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed to collie out to the bear. The bear gave Duncan a nod and a warm smile.

Getting up from the bar, both of the older males made their way over to the dog's table. "Hello there!" The bear said in a low rumbling voice. "You caught my tiger's eye, and I thought we should say hello." Duncan tried not to blush as they sat on either side of him. The bench was getting a bit snug.

"Hi, I'm Duncan." The collie said, unsure if the two big males even wanted to know his name. Both were looking him over with appraising eyes; in his experience, most guys that forward were looking for one thing.

"I'm Bernhardt, and my well-dressed tiger here is Navin." The bear grinned like he had said something funny. Navin winced and spoke up.

"Call me Nav. No one calls me Navin; a certain bear knows I hate being called that. Right, Bernie?" The tiger lashed his tail in mild agitation. His feline pride was refusing to let the bear win.

"Um, thanks. So, are you two together?" The border collie asked. It was clear they were, but he wanted a better idea of what was happening. The big bear laughed in response, and the tiger just grinned.

"Yeah, eight years now." The tiger answered." We don't let that stop us, though."

Duncan felt a little better, realizing the couple came as a package. He was about to respond when the bear moved in closer and wrapped his arm around the collie. "Like I said, my tiger has had his eye on you. Let us buy you a drink. What do you say?"

Duncan had never been hit on by a couple like this before. He wasn't entirely used to one male taking an interest in him, let alone two. He did like both Bernhardt and Nav, at least what he had

The tiger flashed Duncan another winning smile as he flagged over a server. The collie was already working on his third drink of the night, but he had it finished by the time his next made its way to the table. The evening went quickly from there; the two older males laughed and joked with the pup for several hours. All the while, the two kept ordering more rounds. Being big and sturdy, Nav and Bernhardt knocked back drinks faster than Duncan could imagine possible. Then again, the evening had already started to blur together. As he relaxed, the collie seemed to find himself laid out on one lap or another. Both big males seemed more than happy to let him rest on top of them.

A couple of times, they attempted to dance at Duncan's insistence, but the collie was already tipsy enough to make it more challenging. They always made it back to their corner bench, and the pup flopped, panting into a lap. With a nearly constant thump of his tail and a grin, Duncan couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd had so much fun.

A big warm paw stroked his chest lazily as the Bernhardt said. "I think you are one drunk puppy." The pup tried to get up again to drag the bear off to the dance floor. Managing to squirm out of the bear's arms, Duncan tugged at his paws, giving him his best pout. "Fine, one more..." The older bear agreed grudgingly. His tiger just shook his head, chuckling, and let them head off to the dance floor.

They were about to start pushing through the crowd when Duncan began to sway a bit more and propped himself up on Bernhardt. "Oof, I am not sure this was a good idea." He mumbled, giving the older bear a disappointed look. It took him a second to realize that Bernhardt was staring at his crotch. At first, he thought the gruff bear was just being randy. He had been teasing him all night. Then, he slowly realized that the front of his pants felt warm. Even with that many drinks in him, the collie knew what was going on. Ears flat against his head Duncan looked up at the bear and let out a little whimper. He hadn't wet himself since he was a cub, and with no memory of his last visit to Mollie's, he didn't realize he was lying to himself.

"Oh, puppy, what happened?" Bernhardt asked, not really expecting an answer. "Come on, we will have to clean you up." With an arm over the collie's shoulder, he led him back to Nav and exchanged a few words quietly.

"What happened?" The tiger asked when he came back so quickly.

"We had a bit of an accident. We need to get this little guy back to our place." Bernhardt said in a hushed tone.

"What? Your place?" Duncan asked, blushing.

With a quick glance over the dog's soaked front, the Tiger nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is just around the corner. Come on. We can get you cleaned up, and you can sleep this off."

"Can't I just go home?" The dog asked, flush with embarrassment. He wanted to go crawl in a hole and die, but the sturdy bear was the only thing keeping him upright.

"We can't let you go home like this puppy. Don't worry. We will take care of you." Nav said with surprising warmth as Bernhardt wrapped the collie's coat around his waist. It reminded the dog so much of how his parents treated him when he had an accident as a puppy he couldn't help but let out a little whimper of protest. It was quickly quelled when the large bear started to lead him with a firm paw out of the bar. Making their way through the crowd, Duncan couldn't help but notice heads turning to watch him leave. The collie was more than a bit relieved as they made their way out onto the street. The chill night air felt refreshing, although it quickly started to make the front of the collie's wet pants feel uncomfortably cold.

With a gentle tug on the bear's arm, Duncan stopped in front of his small car parked on the street. "I got to get my stuff..." He said with a shy little wag. It only took him a moment to find an overstuffed backpack.

Nav poked the bear in the ribs, pointing to the pile of blankets in the back of the car, giving him a small frown as the dog rummaged for his backpack. Bernhardt just nodded back to his mate. Wrapping his arm around Duncan again, they headed off again, the older pair choosing not to bring up the fact that the collie had been living out of his car. "Come on, Puppy. Let's get you home." Nav said, giving Duncan's head a gentle pet.

The rest of the trip was relaxing, and the only other person they bumped into on the way back was an older lioness in the elevator on the way up to the apartment. She gave the couple a disapproving look as they propped up the listing collie.

As Duncan stumbled drunkenly through their front door, he giggled and groped his way to their sofa. Letting out a sigh, the big bear managed to stop him before he got his piss-soaked pants on the couch. "Hey, Puppy. We need to get you cleaned up and dry before you leave puddles on the furniture."

Duncan's ears went flat as he remembered just how soaked he was. "Sorry..."

"It is okay, Pup. Come on, we can get these washed for you." Nav said as he started to unbutton the dog's pants. Bernhardt stripped off his shirt, which had also managed to get wet. As they exposed black and white collie fur, Duncan got a bit shyer as he was soon left wearing only a soaked pair of briefs. He moved to cover himself up, realizing that having two men strip him was starting to have an effect.

"Um... If you show me where the bathroom is, I can probably get changed myself. My clothes are in the backpack." Duncan said with his ears pinned to his head shyly. Nav just shook his head and reached for the pup's waistband.

"No, no, Puppy. I said we are going to take care of you. You know we have to take special care of a little puppy that leaves puddles like you." The tiger purred soothingly. Slowly he peeled down Duncan's underwear, exposing the pup's semi-hard cock. The tiger said nothing as he began to clean up the piss-covered dog with a baby wipe. Duncan yelped despite himself as his foreskin was tugged back, and the cold wipe worked his pink knob.

While Nav was having fun teasing his puppy, Bernhardt checked the backpack for a clean tee shirt. The pup had managed to get his wet around the bottom. Unzipping the bag, he was surprised to find he had little clothing, but something else that was obviously important to the collie was stuffed in there. It was a much-loved stuffed dog. Duncan had clearly owned it for years based on the wear and tear.

Bernhardt looked over to see his mate had teased the pup until he was quite stiff. He was trying to get the collie to lift his rump so he could "clean" under his tail. Even tipsy Duncan's shyness was winning out. "Duncan? Who is this?" Bernhardt called out, making the dog look up over his shoulder and instantly blush?

"That is...um...Sheppy." Duncan replied, trying not to show his embarrassment.

The bear grinned as he went back over to his mate and their new pup. Holding out the stuffed dog to Duncan, he added. "I bet you carry this guy around wherever you go, don't you, cub?"

The collie nodded at first but quickly corrected himself. "H-Hey! I'm not a cub..." He said but took the plush and held onto it tight. "I have had him forever." He finally admitted.

It was Nav's turn to tease the pup a bit now. "Do big boys make puddles in their pants and carry around stuffed animals?" The big tiger did not wait for him to respond as he rubbed the collie's belly. "No, they don't. Do they? That's why we will care for you like a little cub."

Bernhard settled in behind Duncan, letting the dog's head and shoulders rest against him. Powerful arms pet and stroked the pup's chest reassuringly as he started to whimper a little. He wasn't sure what these two had planned, but he was beginning to get worried. When Nav went to head into the other room, the collie tried to squirm out of Bernhardt's grasp, but with the older bear holding him like that, he couldn't budge.

"No, no," Nav said as head out of the room. "Stay there with Bernhardt. I'll be right back."

"Don't worry, puppy, just try to relax and have fun. You may feel silly at first, but I promise you will love it." Bernhardt whispered, trying to give the pup a bit of a warning. When Nav returned, he was holding something folded and plastic. Still feeling more than a little bit out of it, Duncan took a moment before he realized it was a diaper, only sized for an adult. There are even cute little patterns on it, like a real cub's diaper.

The collie's ears pinned back as he felt the embarrassment wash over him instinctively, his tail curled up between his legs, covering his quickly softening cock. Whether it was the alcohol, the fear of getting diapered like a cub, or a combination of the two, Duncan could not even tell he was peeing on the hardwood floor until Nav scolded him. "Puppy! This is why you need a diaper."

It only took the tiger a minute to clean up the small puddle, but he gave the collie a stern look making him flush. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Duncan said meekly.

"I know you didn't, sweetie. Come on, lift so we can get you padded up." Nav said, giving the collie a pat on the butt. The dog was slow to respond but eventually laid down on his back, lifted his legs, and spread wide.

Nav grinned as he slipped a big fluffy diaper under Duncan's butt for the first time since he was an actual cub. Bernhardt kept petting Duncan gently as his tiger powdered his crotch and rump. The big bear chuckled, making his belly bounce when the pup squirmed. When Nav rubbed in the powder, Duncan was still totally soft, but the tiger took his time getting it in all the important spaces.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Bernhardt asked when the tapes were finally in place. His big bear paw gave the padded front a squeeze.

Duncan was embarrassed and ashamed after being forced into diapers and wetting himself like a puppy. Gnawing at the back of his head was a hint of desire. It is what kept him quiet when two big men treated him like a cub the whole night and took him home with them when he wet his pants in front of all those people. It kept him from stopping them when they stripped him and put him in a diaper. It made the collie feel a little powerless, but it also made him feel cared for and loved. Mixed in with all that, it felt forbidden, naughty, and just a little sexy. The collie pup tried to squeak out a response through his embarrassment but couldn't just then. Duncan just nodded with a shy smile.

The older bear grinned and rubbed the dog's tummy. "I knew you would like it. Come on, let's go play leaky pup."

Nav chuckled as Duncan started to wag his tail. Even though the tiger was noticeably smaller than his mate, he was big enough to scoop up the collie and put him on his feet. Taking him by the paw, the pup was led into a large bedroom, still clutching his plush. Duncan sprawled out onto the big bed and nervously watched as Nav stripped down to his underwear. The bed bounced as he flopped down next to the pup. The bear just loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. A little less energetic than the tiger, is lowered himself onto the bed and stretched.

Pulling the dog up next to his big belly, he stroked Duncan's chest. "Come here and give Daddy a hug." A collie's ear flicked shyly as he heard the word, daddy.

"Daddy? But I don't really know..." The now collie started protest.

Nav cut him off as his large paw cradled the bulge in the front of the pup's diaper, giving it a squeeze. He had crawled over with an almost predatory feline slink. Duncan would never have guessed that the big chubby tiger would ever seem that graceful. "Yes, puppy, he is your Daddy, and you can call me Papa."

Still embarrassed, he hugged the big bear and snuggled in, rocking his hip as a tiger paw groped his front. With a soft moan, he finally replied. "Yes, Daddy. Yes, Papa."

The pup lay in their arms, happily getting groped and touched for a long while. He dosed off and on in their arms for what felt like hours, but he had lost all sense of time after the first few drinks. In reality, it was still relatively early in the night, and the two big males were more than happy to just let him cuddle while he sobered up and little.

As they petted and stroked him gently, he took turns hugging them. Big paws groped and fondled inside and out of his diaper, getting the pup horny as they snuggled.

He was finally fully awake and feeling a bit frisky when the groping stopped. He found himself with Bernhardt's strong paw gently guiding him down toward the big bear's crotch. Face nearly buried in the fat bear's groin, the dog could smell his arousal. Bernhardt unzipped slowly, letting his semi-erect cock flop out of the fly. "Go ahead, Puppy. Be a good little cub." The bear said, rubbing the back of the collie's head. Duncan wrapped his paw around the thick cock base and held it hesitantly. Nervous and shy, the dog had never been with more than one partner, let alone while diapered.

Nav let out a lusty growl as he saw the pup hesitate with his mate's manhood in his paw. "I think the puppy may need a firmer touch." The tiger said, slipping his paw into the back of the collie's diaper and teasing under his tail. Leaning over him almost in a mounting position, he whispered into the pup's ear. "Remember that you are our puppy, and good puppies do what their Daddy and Papa tell them to do. We will take care of you, but you must do as you are told. Now suck your Daddy's cock like a good boy."

It wasn't too hard of a push, but it was enough to help Duncan fall into his role. His cubby head space was finally starting to click for him, being a cub, wearing diapers, and wetting. It made him feel small and embarrassed, which made it sexy. Nav and Bernhardt were more than okay with that naughty submissive part of him that found this sexy. They were trying to bring it out, let him give into it.

Opening his muzzle, he leaned in and started to lick and suck the brown bear's wide tip. Bernhardt rumbled happily in response rubbing the collie's soft ears as he sucked. "Good boy. I would have hated to have to give you a spanking for misbehaving." Duncan just whimpered softly around the fat bear meat in his muzzle.

Bent over the collie, Nav nipped and nibbled at his neck, making the pup shudder and thrust back his hips. A padded rump crinkled as it ground back against the tiger's underwear bulge. The paw in his diaper slid out and around the front and teased his uncut cock, and teased him through the bulky padding. It was just enough to keep him teased and on edge. That large stiff bulge started to hump against the back of his diaper. The fabric slid easily over the plastic back sending a jolt of pleasure through the dog every time he felt the pressure under his tail.

The big bear grinned as he watched his mate dry hump the poor puppy, nearly senseless. Only occasionally did he have to guide the pup back to his cock after letting it fall from his mouth to moan. He did scold the puppy more than once for reaching back to toy with the front of his diaper after Nav quit teasing him. He was getting frustrated. He wasn't used to orgasm denial and tried to slip his paw into the diaper. "No-no, puppy good boys don't put their paws into their diaper. They ask Daddy for permission."

Looking up pleadingly to Bernhardt, he whimpered. The bear let him stop sucking long enough to ask. "Can I touch it, Daddy?"

The older bear chuckled and smiled at Nav before answering. He knew the pup wouldn't be used to the diaper keeping him chaste. He didn't expect him to be quite so eager, though. "Now, puppy, if you are a good boy and keep that diaper dry, Papa there will let you out of that diaper for the night. Then you can paw yourself off all you want. If you are a soggy little puppy, you will get mounted, changed, put to bed wet under the tail, and a diaper on your butt."

The collie grinned proudly and nodded. He seemed more than confident that he would win this bet at first. As much as he was getting into being diapered, not being able to paw off and tough himself was getting frustrating. As he started to sit up, he felt a telltale warm slickness in his front, and he was suddenly much less sure. The collie's ears slowly drooped as he lowered himself back down. "I donno..." He said cautiously, trying to hide his diaper front.

"Now, now let me see that diaper puppy." The big daddy bear said with just a hint of sternness in his voice.

Duncan could not see the tiger's grin behind him as he forced the collie to sit up like a fussy little cub and show Bernhardt his diaper front. When the bear's paw reached out and groped his tented bulge, Duncan felt the warm squish against his bits. The bear rumbled approvingly. "Soggy it is then. Don't worry, Sweetheart. Soggy puppies just need some special attention."

The border collie couldn't have told them when wet, but it must have been when he was snuggling and dosing on the bed. He didn't even notice. Floppy ears pinned back, and looking as bashful as ever, he began to protest when Nav put him back down onto all fours and started to paw at the seat of his diaper. "But I don't wanna be in a diaper all night. I'm not a baby."

Bernhardt couldn't help but chuckle. The collie pup didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight when he came to getting mounted, but he didn't want the diaper. "You are a soggy little puppy cub, and you just can't stop wetting yourself. If we let you out of that diaper, you will make a mess, Won't you, little one?"

When he felt a loud pop from the back of his diaper and a thick finger poking through a new hole in his seat, Duncan yelped and squirted a bit more pee into the front of his already-soaked diaper. "I don't think we should even let out long enough to be mounted." The big chubby tiger said, climbing up behind Duncan. Feeling Nav's big belly pressing against his back as the tiger leaned over him, Duncan tried to relax.

The tiger had already slicked himself up when the puppy was distracted with his

mate's manhood stuffing his muzzle. With a quick thrust of his hips, he slid his thick cock through the hole in the diaper and pressed gently at the collie's rump. "Good pup," Nav whispered as the collie lifted his tail.

Duncan's head was swimming as his new Papa mounted him gently and slowly. The tiger's thrusting forced him onto his belly. He moaned softly into the sheets. The thick diaper and the collie's chubby butt kept the thrusts from going too deep, but the gentle but firm thrusts made his cock grind into the soggy front of his diaper.

A big gentle brown paw stroked the dog's face and petted his ears comfortingly. The big bear slipped his stuffed plush into his arms and grinned. Duncan saw that the big bear had stripped off his pants and underwear; he was stiff and dripping pre-cum from his puckered foreskin. He closer as if to offer his cock to the collie's muzzle, but when Duncan eagerly opened his muzzle, something soft and rubber was stuck into his mouth instead. Being pinned and mounted by Nav was enough distraction that it took Duncan a moment to work out that it was a pacifier in his muzzle.

His first instinct was to spit it out, but every time that thick tiger meat slid into his tailhole, he bore down, and the paci and plush made it easier to relax and enjoy himself. Giving Sheppy a tight hug, he began to push back, meeting the tiger's thrusts. The sensation of being mounted and forced to grind into his wet diaper reduced the pup to whimpering. He pawed at the front of his diaper, but it was maddeningly good at preventing him from pleasuring himself. He was close to the coming when he felt Nav tense up and finish inside him. Two big arms wrapped around him tightly as the tiger's emptied his load into the puppy.

Slowly pulling out, Nav collapsed onto the bed spent, gently petting the squirming pup. Even after the tiger finished, Duncan was nearly trembling on edge, humping into the bed, trying to come. The big bear flipped him onto his back and spread his legs. "No, no, little soggy pup. We didn't say you could make a sticky mess in your diaper, right?" He chastised playfully. "This is your first time, so you don't know all the rules yet of being a cub."

Duncan sucked on his pacifier and whimpered, holding Sheppy tight. He nearly gasped when Bernhardt un-taped the diaper and started to peel it back slowly. The little pup had never felt as exposed in his life as he did at that moment. His stiff cock was standing upright and on display. A big bear paw circled his bits idly, teasing. With the slightest touch on the back of his thigh and under his tail, Bernhardt got the pup to lift his legs and pull his knees up. "Papa didn't think we should take your diaper off, but Daddy Bear likes seeing how excited his puppy had gotten."

Letting out a little yip, the pup couldn't help but give a wag when the big bear playfully pulled him to the edge of the bed, diaper and all. Bernhardt didn't take things nearly as slow as Nav had. Duncan's muzzle and watching his mate mount got him plenty excited. As much as he wanted to plunge in, he did take his time easing his thick bearhood into the tight little pup. Nav was hung, but the bear was downright impressive. Duncan whimpered and squirmed as the big bear sunk in balls deep. The strong, firm paw never left the pup's cock as the bear mounted him. The bear pumped his hips in long hard thrusts while pawing off Duncan hard, wanting to see the collie pop. The pup squealed and squeezed his plush as thick bear meat ground into his prostate. It didn't take long for both of them to finish as Nav took turns kissing and teasing them both.

The collie's eyes were half shut as he lay exhausted on the bed when Bernhardt started to change him. He whined softly in protest, but he knew no amount of complaining would get him out of it, nor did he really want to. Nav stroked his face, gently calming him like he would a fussy child. "Hush now, sweetie. I think we tuckered you out. Let's get you ready for bed."

Taped up in a fresh dry diaper Duncan curled up on the bed between two chubby bellies and wagged happily. He hadn't spoken a word since the pacifier had been stuck in his mouth, but the tiger and the bear could see how contented and happy he looked. He was just about drifting off to sleep in Bernhardt's arms when he mumbled something out around the paci.

"What was that sweet pea?" Nav asked, pulling out the pacifier for just a moment.

"Thank you for taking care of a soggy puppy," Duncan repeated, looking bashful as ever.

"That is what Daddies do. Now go to sleep."

Bernhardt and Nav lay awake for a long while as their new pup slept between them. He had curled up against Bernhardt; Nav watched them with a distant look on his face. His mate of eight years knew that look well. "You miss it, don't you, kitten?" You know you don't always have to be a Papa. You wanted to be a daddy for a while; it doesn't have to be forever. You will always be my kitten...remember that."

Nav flashed his best grin and rolled over. He whispered back. "I know, Daddy."

Duncan woke sometime in the early morning. He was still sandwiched between both the bear and the tiger. He squirmed awake suddenly, very uncomfortable. The collie's groin was pressed against Nav's rump, and he hugged tightly onto the chubby tiger. Bernhardt had one of his big arms draped over Duncan, holding him. As the pup moved his legs, it felt as if there was something thick and soft between them. That something was very warm, wet, and damp. As Duncan roused himself fully awake, he started remembering bits and pieces of the previous night and the strange sensation between his legs.

With a little nervous hesitation, he slid one of his paws beneath the blankets, tenderly feeling the soggy front of his diaper. He squeezed it as if checking to see if it was real. He let out a little whimper as he felt it was still warm. Not only had the big tiger and bear gotten him into diapers like a little pup, but in his drunken stupor, he had soaked them, and he hadn't even cared.

Still sobering up slowly, the pup felt a hot flush of embarrassment rush over him. "I was just drunk; I only pissed myself because I was drunk." He kept saying over and over in his head, trying to make it true.

Duncan could still smell the potent mix of sweat and cum in the bed. His tailhole was still sore from getting rutted. He tried to focus on the sex and push away the lingering scent of baby powder and his own urine. "I just got drunk with some freaks who took me back to their place, and we got kinky." The lie wouldn't take hold, though. The border collie could feel his panic rising, he couldn't have said why, but he needed to leave and get away from these two before anything else happened.

Slowly untangling himself from Nav and Bernhardt, Duncan slid down over the foot of the bed. He accidentally roused the fat bear, but the ursine quickly fell back asleep. It took him a while, but eventually, he found the bathroom, determined to get out of the diaper. As he stepped up to the mirror, the chubby dog took a moment to get a good look at himself. Naked except for his wet diaper and a pacifier, he had not even realized he was still nursing on it. His belly hung over the waistband, making it look like so much baby fat. Never really having much of a problem being chubby before, he was suddenly embarrassed at how much it made him look like a puppy again. He plucked the paci from his muzzle and put it in the sink.

It took him a moment to figure out the tapes, but once they were off, he peeled back the diaper, unsure of what to expect. Half afraid that pee would spill out, he carefully laid it open as he sat on the bathroom floor. Doing its job well, the diaper kept things nice and dry for the most part, absorbing any wetness into its soft stuffing.

Not willing to admit it until he was confronted, Duncan stared down at his traitorously stiff cock lying in the yellowed wet diaper. "Damn it..." He whispered under his breath softly. It was embarrassing, being stuffed into a diaper, treated like a baby, and coddled, yet it made him rock hard for some reason. His body shook as he recognized the bear's and tiger's scents on him, hidden under the smell of baby powder. Their seed was mixed with his in the diaper.

The pup's heart leaped into his throat as he heard knuckles rap on the door frame and the big bear's baritone voice call out. "Everything okay in there, puppy?" Bernhardt didn't wait for a response, sticking his head in to find Duncan sitting in his open diaper. The pup was trying to hide his stiff length with his paws.

Duncan yelped out as he saw Bernhard pop his head in. "I'm okay! Really!"

Chuckling as he walked into the bathroom, the bear shut the door behind him. "Silly puppy. You should have told me you needed a change."

"I don't!" The pup cried out. "I-I have to go. I have to work today..." Duncan lied, stammering a little. He was an adult, damn it. Why was he so embarrassed at getting caught in his diaper? It was the bear who had put him into it, after all.

"Nonsense pup. Even if you are getting back into your big boy clothes, you can't do it all messy like that." The bear said, kneeling down beside Duncan. With a big grin, he pulled the pup's paws away from his crotch and had him lie down. "Well, what do we have here? You weren't thinking of pawing off into your diaper, were you, puppy? That would be very naughty. You didn't even ask permission."

Duncan just shook his head no as he was laid back. A soft moan escaped his lips as a big bear paw wrapped around his dick and pulled back his foreskin. He yelped in shock as a cold baby wipe swirled around his tip. Bernhardt just chuckled and kept teasing the pup as he cleaned his bits. One big paw stroked the collie's member while the other "cleaned" around his tip, shaft, and balls. The paw dipped down occasionally to get his pucker, making Duncan yip in surprise.

The reluctant pup couldn't help but enjoy the bear's attention. That big warm paw alternating with the cold wipes drove him to the edge of climax. He was shocked as Bernhardt lifted his legs and shifted his attention to Duncan's rump. Cleaning him like a fussy baby. It was so humiliating, yet Duncan couldn't resist, not really. His adult mind wanted to rebel and pull away, yelling out, "I'm not a baby!" but all he could do was whimper and fuss. More out of frustration of being pushed to the edge of orgasm, then suddenly neglected.

Bernhardt did little to hide his nudity, and Duncan caught the occasional glance of his big hard member. The big bear clearly enjoyed being his "Daddy" and rumbled happily as he teased his pup's pucker. "There we go, such a good little puppy." He said, wrapping his paw around Duncan's tip, slowly pulling back the skin to expose the little pink acorn inside. With a shudder, the squirmy puppy thought he was about to blow his load.

As suddenly as it started, the teasing stopped. Bernhardt pulled the soggy diaper out from underneath the collie's rump and threw it in the trash. He gave

Duncan a swat on the rump and said. "There we go, all clean. You should get showered and dressed if you have to go to work." He paused. "Are you sure you have to go?"

Almost out of instinct, he whimpered and thrust his hips. He was shaking. Being denied so close to the edge made him feel like every nerve in his body was tense. Duncan shook his head and tried to calm down.

"I-I really have to go now. I need to go home before I head to work. It was nice meeting you. Thanks for last night, I guess," The pup said, lying again.

Bernhardt knew it too. He knew the collie didn't have to work until noon, and his home was the back of his car. He let it slide and nodded with a smile, ushering Duncan into the living room.

The pup found his dry clothing was already laid over the back of the sofa. He struggled to pull on his underwear. He was so anxious to leave that his leg kept missing the hole. Being painfully erect didn't really help, either.

Bernhardt grinned and shook his head as he watched the collie clumsily try to dress himself. Keeling down, the big bear started to help Duncan get his underwear on. He pulled them up and over the puppy's erection, giving the bulge a gentle pat. The reluctant pup's ears burned even more, but he didn't try to stop the Daddy bear from helping him get dressed.

"You said I had to ask permission before I could paw off." The collie's voice was low, barely above a whisper. He was still on edge, and his head was cloudy. "But that was last night. It was all just a game, right? Some kind of kinky role-play. You don't really expect me to still follow that? Do you?" His voice rose slightly, trying to sound incredulous. Somehow he already knew the answer. Hell, the bear was still helping him get dressed like he was a little cub.

With a soft chuckle, Bernhardt responded while buttoning up the collie's shirt. "I can't decide that for you, pup. I am not some sick pervert that will kidnap you and turn you into a puppy. I have some experience with this, though. I know you had fun last night. We wouldn't have brought you home if we didn't want you here, puppy. Our door is always open for you when you are ready, pup."

Duncan truly didn't know how to respond. He began to stammer out a response but just tried to apologize instead. "I am sorry, I really need to get going. I have to leave." He said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Bernhardt just gave him a disappointed frown. "If you really have to go, I understand, but hold on a second." The bear quickly headed back into the bedroom. Duncan could hear a quick exchange whispered between the two chubby mates before Bernhardt returned with Nav in tow.

"I hate to say goodbye, kiddo," Nav said, hugging him and giving the pup a kiss on the head.

"Thanks... I'm really sorry..." Duncan said softly as he slipped out the front door. His heart felt like it was in his stomach as he walked down the hallway. Why did he care so much? It was just a one-night fling that got kind of weird, wasn't it? It was a question he didn't really know how to answer.

It was a quick walk back to this car. It was still early morning, and the sun had not fully risen. He didn't have to work for hours. He stopped at a coffee shop and decided he should continue his search for somewhere to stay. Hopefully, it would take his mind off of last night.

He was looking into some promising leads not far from Mollies' on his phone. Rent in the gay district was never too bad. His new job paid well enough, even though it was part-time.

He shot off a few emails, but it was still early, and he didn't expect a reply back anytime soon. He was about to put his phone away when he heard it chirp. It was a text from a contact listed as "Daddy."

"Sorry to see you go, pup. I just put some extras in your backpack if you need them." The bear must have programmed his number into his phone sometime last night.

Picking up his backpack and looking inside, he nearly yelped as he found several clean white diapers tucked in there for him. He wanted to run back to their apartment and bang on their door. Tell them to take them back and leave him alone. He was an adult, not a child that needed diapers to keep dry. He couldn't, though; the whole situation was just too much.

Duncan quietly zipped up the backpack, diapers and all, and slung it over his shoulder.

Duncan flushed from a mix of embarrassment and anger. Somehow he just couldn't articulate his frustrations. It wasn't from having someone messing with his phone, either. His last boyfriend had pulled the same trick, and he thought it was cute at the time.

Angrily he fired a text back. "I don't need them. I'm not a puppy!" He waited, stewing for a few moments. He thought it might be over, and Bernhardt would just leave him alone, but his phone chirped with Daddy flashing on the screen again.

"Of course, you aren't a puppy. You are a grown adult. You just got drunk and had an accident."

Duncan just huffed at that last message. He couldn't tell if there was a hint of sarcasm in there. He only felt slightly better when he got the next message from the bear.

"Don't think too hard about it. You enjoyed yourself being our little puppy, and we

enjoyed being your Daddies."

"I am trying not to think about it. I didn't want that." He texted back, still feeling huffy.

"You can come back anytime, puppy. Diapered or not. Nav would love to see you again." The next text followed immediately after. "If you want to know how to be a good little pup, just ask Daddy." Duncan fumed angrily and put his phone away. He wasn't a god damned puppy and didn't want to be one!

Storming out of the coffee shop, he went down the street to a gym where he had been showering lately and trying, unsuccessfully, to work off his paunch. He stripped down and showered in the gym locker room, waiting until it cleared out. Even with the cleaning the bear had done, he was sure any sharp nose might be able to catch a whiff of last night's activities. Duncan stood under the hot shower and relaxed as he tried to digest the previous night.

He tried hard to paint himself as a victim of predatory perverts, just waiting to pounce on a drunken doggy. It just didn't fit, though. He remembered how hard he was that morning as Bernhardt took care of him. How good those big diapers made him feel, so secure and safe. The more he thought about it, the harder he got. He realized how stiff he was as a big bull clopped into the locker room.

He shook his head and shut off the water. The pup awkwardly tried to hide his boner with his towel as he got dressed; the bull gave him a bit of a smirk. Under normal circumstances, he would have thought the bull was hitting on him. Today he just wanted to hide.

Maybe a jog would help, he thought. It didn't, though. The poor pup spent some time on the treadmill, but it just gave him more time to think about his situation. Duncan stewed over it as he walked. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he enjoyed seeing himself in the mirror with a thick diaper between his legs and a pacifier in his muzzle. It was so humiliating, but his diaper had been lewdly tented. The memory of how horrified it had made him at first now made him laugh a little. It only lasted a moment before his thoughts turned dirty. He started to think about how odd it felt with the soggy diaper pressing into his puppy bits. How amazing it felt as a big paw rubbed his wet diaper.

The rest of his day was not much better. The collie couldn't help but think about it no matter what he did. All day at work, his mind wandered back again and again to his evening with Bernhardt and Nav. After work, he made a few calls and found a friend he could crash with, at least for the night. They went out to dinner, and his friend bought him a few drinks. He was far from drunk but feeling pretty good when he returned to the apartment. Even though work was not hard, he was exhausted when he finally collapsed onto his friend's sofa for the evening. Alone in the living room, he curled up with a blanket and unzipped his pack looking for Sheppy. His heart sank when he saw the plush was missing.

In his rush to leave this morning, he must have left it in the bed. The last thing he wanted to do was call Bernhardt to ask for it back, but that stupid plush meant a lot to him. He'd had it since he was little. Hesitantly he picked up the phone. As he punched out a text message, maybe texting would make it a bit easier, Duncan thought.

"I left my stuffed dog at your place. Can I come to pick it up?" The collie waited, his heart pounding for reasons he didn't want to consider.

His phone flashed a message from Daddy eventually. He couldn't help but chuckle as he opened it. It was a picture of the plush tucked into bed with a sleeping Nav. "We are taking care of him."

Duncan's heart skipped a beat when the phone rang. Of course, the call was from Daddy.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure his friend was in bed before he answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, pup. Did you have a good day?" The bear asked in a cheerful tone.

"Um...Yeah, it wasn't bad. I just noticed I left my plush at your place. Can I come over to get it or something tomorrow?" The border collie asked quietly.

"Of course, you can, but if you want, I can just meet you somewhere and drop him off for you," Bernhardt replied.

Duncan still had his paw in the backpack after looking for Sheppy. His fingers idly touched the white diapers inside as he asked. "Can you stop by the gym on Waterside? I will be there in the morning around nine."

"Definitely. Maybe I will stay for a bit, and we can talk. Would you like that?" The bear's voice was low and soothing.

"Yes, Sir...I mean...Daddy" The pup ended the sentence with a whimper. He had fallen back into his role so easily that he had not even noticed. Duncan was already getting stiff under the blanket. As much as he hated the idea of being treated like a baby, he loved how the confident, strong Daddy figure made him feel.

"Don't worry about that pup." Bernhardt chuckled. "Can I ask you something, though?"

Duncan replied nervously. "Yes." He decided he could play along for now. Nothing too weird could happen over the phone, right?

"Did you put one on?" The bear only heard silence for a moment before Duncan responded.

"No, Daddy, I didn't need one." He said, trying to be quiet, so his friend didn't hear.

"Puppies don't know when they need one. That is why they have accidents." The bear said, softly chastising.

"But, I don't have a-" The pup started to protest then suddenly remembered his several recent accidents. He remembered another incident back in the bathroom at Mollie's.

"Yes, you do...You have been thinking about getting padded all day again, haven't you, little puppy?" Bernhardt asked.

Again there was a long pause before the collie stammered his response. "Y-yes, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"You are stiff just thinking about your big daddy putting your back in diapers, aren't you?" The bear teased.

"Yes, Sir...."

"Good boy... Very good puppy. It is okay to like it, you know. I am going to hang up, and I want you to take a picture of your stiff little cock and send it to me. Then I want you to get out a diaper a put one on. Then take another picture of it on you. If you have trouble and have to ask Daddy for help, just text me." Bernhardt hung up before the pup could respond.

Duncan looked over his shoulder to see if his friend was still in his bedroom. Luckily he was fast asleep. Pulling down the blanket, he looked at his tented underwear, giving it a squeeze or two before snapping a picture. Tugging down his underwear next, his cock slapped against his belly. He pulled back his foreskin showing off his pink tip a bit, and snapped another picture. Before he could chicken out, he sent both pictures to his Daddy.

The hard part came next. With a racing heart, he pulled out one of the diapers and laid it open on the floor before laying it down on top of it. Even with his erection making things a bit difficult, he managed to get it lined up straight and even. The tapes were another matter altogether, though. He couldn't figure them out and was afraid to rip them.

Eventually, he picked up the phone and texted Bernhardt again. "I need help. How do I get the tapes on?"

The response was almost immediate. "Start with the lower tapes. Just pull the tab and pull them as tight as is comfortable. Then do the same with the top. First, send a pic of how you look right now."

Duncan took and sent another two pictures, one with the diaper open and another with it smoothed into place. He struggled again with the tapes but got them mostly correct.

"I have it on, Daddy."

He waited for a moment for his phone to chirp again. "Good boy. Show me how it looks, then go to bed. I will meet you at the gym first thing in the morning."

The collie did as he was told, took another shot of his taped-up and very tented diaper, and sent it off. The only response he got was, "Good boy."

Curling up on the sofa, he pulled a pair of underwear over the diaper, hoping it would make it less obvious if his friend woke up early.

He slept fitfully at first, the diaper felt odd around his waist, and he kept shifting because of the bulkiness between his legs. He did eventually sleep, he had gotten used to sleeping in strange places as of late.

When Duncan woke in the morning, he had a bit of a scare when he realized that his blanket had fallen off and he was sprawled out. The bulky diaper was clearly obvious beneath his underwear. Luckily he was the only one up, and he quickly covered himself. He checked his phone, and two new messages were waiting. The first was from an unknown number. It was a picture of Nav cumming onto what appeared to be a pair of underwear with superhero prints on them. He had been jerking off to the pics Duncan had sent to Bernhardt. The bear's phone lay next to the underwear in the picture.

The second was, of course, from Daddy. "Kitten loved your pics. New rule, Puppies are not allowed to take off their diaper. You take it off when Daddy says you can".

Duncan whimpered to himself quietly. He managed to keep himself dry overnight but needed to pee quite badly. Somehow he knew if he showed up in a clean diaper, Daddy would not be happy.

Looking at the time on his cell phone, the border collie realized he had slept in longer than expected. If he was going to meet with Bernhardt, he would have to hurry. Cleaning up quickly, he folded the blanket and put it on the sofa. After slipping his jeans on over his underwear and diaper, he wrote out a quick thank you to his friend and left it on the table before dashing out the door.

Along the way, he became painfully aware of how badly he still had to pee. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to do it while walking, he stopped at the coffee shop again and rushed into the bathroom. He just couldn't bring himself to use the diaper in public. Finding the bathroom door locked, he tried to wait patiently, but his growing urgency quickly had him hopping from foot to foot doing a little pee-pee dance. Knowing the diaper was there to stop any accidents lowered his defenses enough that he started to wet out of desperation. It began as a slow trickle and quickly turned into a heavy stream. Once he emptied his bladder enough, he cut off the steam, not wanting to flood the diaper and leak. The bathroom door opened suddenly. A badger gave an odd look to the border collie, who was nearly bent over in relief and flooding his diaper.

Duncan stumbled into the bathroom more to hide his reaction than to actually use it. He dropped his pants and underwear and started groping the front of his diaper. He felt the warmth spread through the soft padding as he rubbed. Feeling a bit weird about it, the collie pulled out the front of the diaper to look at his soggy front and let a little more leak from his tip. The diaper did quite a bit to mask the urine smell, but it might be painfully obvious to anyone close to him.

Deciding it might be a good idea to get somewhere less crowded, Duncan pulled up his pants. He let himself wet a little bit before rushing out of the coffee shop, trying not to waddle as his diaper swelled between his chubby thighs.

He made his way to the gym as quickly as he was comfortable in the bulky diaper, hoping to beat Bernhardt. As he pushed his way through the front door, he found it almost totally abandoned. Not unusual for a Sunday morning. He made his way through two large sets of double doors into the locker room, finding it just as empty as the rest of the gym.

Duncan toyed with stripping off the now-wet diaper, but he couldn't bring himself to disobey his Daddy. Since the previous night, he had done exactly as he was told, but he couldn't say why. It was humiliating and ridiculous. Wearing and using a diaper like a little puppy. Part of him liked it when that big manly bear called him a good boy; it clicked in some deep part of his psyche. It was almost like he wanted to obey, just to hear those words again. He had to admit he was thrilled by giving in and using the diapers. Even then thought of wetting was enough to get him hard. He wanted to feel ashamed, but he just wasn't... It was too sexy and hot... He never thought of himself as a piss guy, but watching himself trickle into the diaper drove him insane.

He snuck off to the furthest back corner of the locker room and pulled off his pants. It was around a corner and behind a wall of lockers from the front door. He hoped it would be enough to give him enough of a warning if someone came in. He looked at himself in a mirror on the wall. The poorly put-on diaper started to sag between his legs now that his underwear wasn't holding it up. With his paw on his droopy crotch, he flooded the diaper, occasionally peeking inside to watch himself pee.

He started to rub the front of his diaper, making it squish against his quickly hardening cock. It felt so warm and slick against his puppy bits. Half remembering their session last night couldn't resist pawing off. He had the strongest urge to wrap the wet diaper front around his cock and jerk off into it. He didn't even try to resist.

Keeling on the floor, he began to hump into the wet soggy diaper. He tried to ignore the soft crinkling it made as he fucked it. "It is just like watersports." The kinky pup tried to tell himself. He had tried many things that were far from vanilla, but this was somehow different. He had never decided on a role before, going from dom to sub, top to bottom. It all seemed to work but never really fit. This fit, and it scared him.

Not enough to keep him from flooding his diaper with cum, though. He pumped and thrust his cock into the soggy diaper, huffing softly. He threw his head back and stifled a moan as he came hard into the diaper, thick puppy seed mixing with his piss.

His climax was explosive and quick; even after the previous night, it only took him a moment to cum. When he finished, Duncan quickly untaped the diaper and peeled it back. He looked at the soggy mess of pee and cum and suddenly realized Bernhardt couldn't miss the thick load in the front of the diaper.

Checking his phone for the time, he was happy to see that he had at least a little time left before Daddy arrived. Maybe he could get into a new diaper and wet before he got here. Sliding the diaper out from under his rump Duncan balled it up and looked for a trash can. As he rounded a corner, the collie nearly choked as he saw the big bear's frame standing in the open doorway.

He stood there for a moment, stark naked unsure of what to do, like a pup caught with his paw in a cookie jar. He was holding the well-used diaper in one paw, and his cock was still stiff and dripping cum. There was no way he could explain this away.

Lowering his ears. He just whimpered. "Sorry, Daddy...."