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I went to a friend's wedding. It was the perfect distraction.

My boyfriend of four years decided to call it quits. He didn't feel like being "tied down" in a relationship and wanted to move out of state to pursue a lucrative job opportunity. He told me to not take the breakup personally, but I did. How could I not? The breakup was sudden and seemingly forced. No conversations took place beforehand. There was no indication something was amiss. It was devastating. But instead of remaining in a perpetual state of despair, I decided to accept my friend's invite to his wedding. This was supposed to be a joyous event where I can hang out with my pals, get drunk, get lost in the fun, and leave all the misery behind for at least a day.

I pulled up to a beautiful, sprawling vineyard located on the outskirts of down. It was mid-afternoon. I got out of my car with my blue suit on, looking dapper. Honestly, I haven't been to many suit-and-tie events. I remember watching video tutorials online about how to put on a tie and wedding etiquette the night before like I was cramming for an exam. I didn't want to look like a disheveled mess with my tail wrapped between my legs. The last thing I wanted was for my friends to take one good look of me, deduce I was having personal problems, and console me on what's supposed to be one of the happiest days in someone else's life. My issues could wait.

I arrived at the reception area, greeted my friends who already knocked back several glasses of wine and they were chatty. I thought I could turn my social switch on, put up a smile, and seamlessly join the crew. But I was reserved and mostly silent. People saw me, gave me a hug and a pat on the back, and asked how I was. I told them, "Fine." Any verbal output from me was monosyllabic. They didn't seem to suspect anything, but I could certainly feel the afternoon sun beating down on my ruffled fur. The warmth was wearing me down. I couldn't generate enough enthusiasm to blot out my personal discomfort. All I could think about was how awkward it would be for me to sweat through my suit. The afternoon did not start out the way I wanted to.

When the groom arrived, my friend Paul, I lit up a bit. He came into the reception area with lots of understandably nervous energy. He was virtually bouncing off the walls, greeted his circle of friends individually before approaching me. He gave me a pawshake and pulled me into a hug. It was nice. Ever since we were cubs, Paul always went out of his way to make his friends feel appreciated, and I never felt like an exception to the rule even through our late twenties.

"How's it going, Nathan?" he asked me.

"It's goin' alright. It's your wedding day, so I'm glad to be here and see you exchanging vows with Melissa."

"Wasn't Melissa your first high school crush?" one of our friends Brad asked me. "It's not awkward anymore, right?" He chuckled.

I shook my head. "That was a long, long time ago. And seriously, I'm happy for her. I'm happy for Paul. They're meant for each other."

"He's into dudes now," Paul said, looking at me with a mischievous grin.

"Well, it's not as simple as, 'I'm into dudes.'" I said with a modest hint of exasperation. "It's more like I vibe with both genders. If there's chemistry between us, I'm like, 'Whatever. Let's see if this works out.'"

"Everything good between you and Shane?" Brad asked me.

Ah, that question.

"It didn't work out," I replied with a pathetic attempt at a casual shrug.

"Sorry to hear that, bud," Paul said. He placed a supportive paw on my shoulder. "But you know what? Today is a day to celebrate. It's not just a wedding to celebrate. It's to celebrate us, all of us, as a tribe of friends and survivors. We've survived the bullshit. We endure it. And who knows? We may come out of the other side of it a little wiser. Who knows? When I get buzzed, I get heavy with the motivational speeches."

It didn't matter if he was drunk. I couldn't speak for everyone else there, but he lifted my spirits. I remember smiling more genuinely after that.

After our group made small talk, Paul saluted everyone a temporary farewell as he needed to get involved in some of the preparations. He brought his best man, Brad, with him and was about to walk away. But then he doubled back and briefly pulled me aside.

"Hey, I'd like to ask you for a favor," he said to me.

"Sure, what is it?"

"You know my older brother Ethan, right? He's standing over there in the corner. He didn't want to come to the wedding. Not sure why. Not taking it personally. He told me it wasn't personal. But he looks lonely. Maybe you and him should talk or something."

"Oh, Ethan? Of course, man. That's not a problem at all."

Ethan was a gentle giant of a brown dog. He was noticeably taller than most of his family. I knew Ethan as a casual acquaintance. We never hung out in the same social circles. I always knew him as the guy who often stayed in his bedroom, playing video games and watching streaming shows while the rest of us went joyriding around the city and getting into trouble. He was always affable toward me, but clearly preferred to be incognito. I respected that and I respected his space. But there he was, leaning against the wall by himself with a can of beer. He was swaying awkwardly and occasionally eyeing his pant crotch.

I approached him and said, "Hey, what's up Ethan? It's been a while."

He nodded slowly. His dour disposition didn't change. "It has. Good to see you, Nick."

"Nate."

He lowered his ears. "Oh no. I'm so sorry."

"Don't sweat it."

We stood together quietly and watched from a distance as the festivities started. The sun was about to set. The two of us got lost in the bright lights and cheerful decor. They really pulled out all the stops to make this event memorable, I thought. I turned to Ethan. He was practically motionless. He was just staring over the horizon, past everyone. He was completely zoned out from the event. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. Wasn't sure what was going on his life or if he was simply shy and didn't want to interact with anyone. But it's understandably weird to go through some problems in your life, and suddenly you're at an event where you feel obligated to put on a brave face.

I heard him let out a breathless sigh. Haaaaah. My eyes were wandering around the room until they landed on the floor. As I slowly moved my head up, I saw from the corner of my eye a wet spot on his crotch that was growing. The dude was peeing himself.

"Hey Ethan, you got something on your pants that --"

Before I could finish the sentence, Ethan looked down and started muttering, "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I placed a paw on his shoulder. "Dude, it's okay. You're wearing a darker suit. It's barely noticeable."

"I knew I shouldn't have gone," Ethan groaned as he picked up what appeared to be a shoulder bag. He hurriedly made a beeline to a restroom in an area that was sectioned off from the guests. I don't know why, but I followed him. I didn't know if he had some sort of medical emergency or needed some assistance, but I wanted to be there. I wasn't even thinking that I was helping him as part of my "favor" to Paul. I sincerely wanted to help him.

We walked into the restroom. He checked himself out in the mirror by the sinks and cursed to himself. He saw me. I could see the whites in his eyes practically glowing. He didn't want me there. "Can you give me a minute?" he asked me breathlessly.

"Sure, but if you need any help, I'm right here. No judgment. I don't care what your personal situation is. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Lock the door behind you," he said, pointing to the door. I locked the door.

Ethan quickly unfastened his belt. "This suit is a rental. Fuck!"

"It's okay," I assured him. "It's alright. Things like this happen, I'm sure."

He stood in the middle of the restroom as he unzipped his fly, pulled his pants down, pulled down his slightly damp underwear, and revealed he was wearing an adult diaper. Not only was he wearing a diaper, he was wearing a diaper that looked like an adult-sized baby diaper; it immediately struck me as a diaper that someone would want to wear. My reaction to seeing Ethan in a soaking wet diaper was oddly muted, but there was certainly intrigue.

"Wow! You used that diaper through and through," I said.

Ethan didn't say anything back. He was embarrassed. And here I was, thinking that diaper really looked good on him. In fact, it was quite possibly that he looked hot in a diaper. I always had a soft spot for dudes with a little bit of meat on their bones. There was something truly endearing about the way he looked. Naturally, I was developing a complex to nurture him, give him some milk in a large baby bottle, and cuddle him in my arms.

He looked back at me, presumably to gauge my reaction. I stood there, wanting to help. I wasn't exactly sure how. And I wasn't exactly sure if he noticed I developed an erection.

My mind was rapidly fluctuating between what my dick wanted me to say and what I wanted to offer him. The following words tumbled out of my mouth. "Would you like me to change you?"

Ethan looked at me puzzled. "You want to change me? Did I hear that right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, I figure it would be easier for someone to help you as opposed to doing that yourself."

He shook his head. "I don't want to put you through that."

"Look, I don't give a flying shit," I told him. "I really don't. I've had a really shitty fucking week. I totally don't mind changing you. I feel like we've known each other for a while. I won't tell a soul. I'll gladly help a bro out. Trust me."

Ethan thought about what I said for a moment, inhaled deeply and then exhaled. He looked directly at me. "Okay. In my shoulder bag, there is a towel. If you roll that out over here on the floor, I'll lay on it. There is a fresh diaper and a small bottle of baby powder inside as well. Take those. I'll guide you through it."

"Thanks so much. I know it sounds silly, but you don't know how much this means to me."

I noticed Ethan's shoulders suddenly relax. "Let's just... do this, alright?"

After getting everything set up, I got a good look at him. At that point, his suit was completely removed. It was just him and his wet diaper. I was on top of him, looking down. He looked up at me with his eyeglasses on, looking stoical.But I could see his tough armor was starting to crack. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. It was a quiet, tender moment between us. I'm sure a lot could be said in that moment, but our eyes and bodies did all the talking.

I carefully set my paw on top of his thick, wet diaper. It was warm. Comfortably warm. I noticed he whimpered softly when I accidentally pushed down on his diaper. He didn't have to say anything to me. I knew he liked that I touched him like that. All I heard were the sounds of his diaper rustling in my paws and his gentle moans. This is when my assertiveness kicked in.

"I can feel that you're hard underneath," I said.

He whimpered a little louder in acknowledgment.

"You kinda smell nice too."

I think he had just about melted onto the floor when I complimented him. "Really?" he said sweetly.

"Don't ask me why I think that, but yes."

"You like this like I do, huh?" Ethan asked breathlessly. "I'm incontinent, but I've tried to make the best of it."

"Is that why you were always reluctant to hang out with us?"

He nodded.

"Honestly, man, I would've totally been your wingman. I would've been cool with it. I mean, I'm cool with it now. Back then, I probably would've been jealous like, 'Hey, where did you get that diaper?' That looks like something that can practically handle a day's worth of use.' I wouldn't have to use a public bathroom ever again."

"I take it you don't like using public restrooms."

"Hell no! Full of germs, people, weird vibes. When I have to go, it's like I'm taken out of my element. If I'm doing something fun, I lose the momentum. Peeing your pants must be fun. Maybe not if you end up leaking, but when you can get away with it -- and it's your little secret."

"That's a good way of putting it. Wait, why are you saying all this?" Ethan chuckled a little.

"Because for some reason, I feel like I can let my guard down around a cute guy in a wet diaper."

"Did you just call me 'cute'?" Ethan appeared flustered.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

Both of us started breathing heavily. One of us was about to kiss. Who was going to make the first move? I could see him eyeing the fresh diaper beside him, so I figured any intimacy could wait. I could feel my cheeks warming up and my heart beating with anticipation, but I had to curb my enthusiasm in order to change him.

Ethan showed me the steps. He was incredibly patient with me. He knew I wanted to do it correctly. He took the baby powder and covered his crotch with it. But I could see through the powdery cloud that he had an erection that wouldn't quit. He caught me staring. "You want to take care of that?" he asked.

"Take care of it how, exactly?"

"Dealer's choice."

"I can't just put a diaper over it, right?"

"You could, but it might get uncomfortable for me."

"Especially at that length. You're a big boy, that's for sure."

He had a good eight inches at full mast, which was intimidating when you consider the fact that his cock was on the chubby side. I wasn't keen of that thing being inside of me, but the least I could do was give him a good stroke, and tell him he was a good boy for thoroughly using his diaper. I removed his diaper tapes, looked down at what was exposed, and saw that he wet himself generously from front to back. He told me he wore that diaper for a few hours, but he also had a few beers. He drank to mask the awkwardness of going diapered to his brother's wedding and having to put on a brave face for a few hours. The problem, he said, was that his diaper wasn't meant for "extended wear," and made a miscalculation on how much it would withstand with all the alcohol in his system.

Ethan was hard, but there was a fleshy tenderness that was accentuated by his piss, which lubricated the sides. It was easy going up and down on him. I could tell he loved the experience.

"I know this is a perverted kind of question, but do you also go number two in your diaper as well?" I asked him innocently. "You said you were incontinent, so I thought I'd ask."

"Let me put it this way: toilets still have a purpose with me. The cleanup is a hassle," he replied.

"I wouldn't mind if you did -- I mean, if you had to -- around me," I told him. "I mean, that's what diapers are for, right?"

"Thanks, I guess," Ethan said. "Are you into messing or --"

"No, it's just that I would be totally cool with me if that were to happen to you."

"I'm not sure why you're being this sweet to me."

"You're mistaken," I told him. "I'm actually quite horny."

We finally kissed. I kissed Ethan while I continued stroking him. I could feel his precum flowing down my right paw. The whole time, I kept thinking about how spontaneous the moment was. I was at the end of my rope, so I was willing to cast aside any of the formalities, the dinner date and dessert to get my paws on this guy. I felt his nice, round and hairy belly, nosed around his neck a bit to detect to faintest whiff of aftershave. I was drawn to his delightfully pungent musk. I wouldn't say he was a smelly boy, but he certainly exuded the scent of someone who wore diapers regularly. It was not a one-off thing. I took the opportunity to take the front of his used diaper and rub it against his cock. This got him excited. He was throbbing. I placed a paw in his tailhole and pressed in, just enough to hear him gasp and whine. I liked pushing all his buttons. By the time I got him exactly where I wanted him, Ethan was at a total loss for words.

"How would you like a daddy to keep you in line?" I asked him.

"Yes, daddy. Please, daddy," he said breathlessly as he ejaculated all over himself. "Ahhhhh!"

I proceeded to change him like nothing had happened. He gave me instructions at every step of the process. I joked that it was like changing a squishy tire. I think he was still in disbelief that I was so accommodating to him. He looked at me with the same puzzled expression on his face. What's this guy's catch?

"I've almost run out of fucks to give," I told him. "But tonight, I decided the one last fuck I'd give is about you."

By the time I finished changing him, I felt accomplished. I took care of someone. For the fifteen minutes we fooled around together in the private restroom, the only people that existed in the universe was just us -- and that was okay. I helped him put his suit back on. By then, the wet spot on his pants mostly faded from view. If anyone noticed, just say it's sweat, I told him. We packed everything up and returned to the party just before the ceremony started.

Ethan and I were inseparable that night. We were glowing. We were just two kids who were up to no good, but everyone at the event was none the wiser. All Paul knew was that we connected and had a fun time. We watched from the audience as Paul and Melissa exchanged their vows, kissed and celebrated the night away. The moment the ceremony wrapped up, we headed outside for a smoke. We hung out in the parking lot and chatted under the stars.

"Can I confess something?" Ethan asked me.

"I'm not a priest, but sure. Knock yourself out."

"I had the biggest crush on you when you were in high school," Ethan admitted. "I liked your swagger and admired it from a safe distance. I heard the rumors at school that you were dating girls and boys, but I didn't have the courage to confirm anything or ask. And I stayed away from you and your friends because I was insecure for reasons that are now obvious to the two of us. Ever since I got into the car accident when I was a kid and injured my spine, that affected my bladder. I'd wet the bed, have accidents during the day when the urge struck, and my parents would make me wear 'night-time underwear.' I thought it was the end of the world until I found out there were others like me out there. I wasn't one. I connected with some of those people online, and they helped me get into the headspace where I'd at least appreciate it when I controlled the circumstances. It's just funny that the thing that made me shy away from you is something that you actually like."

"Honestly, though, I never imagined that to be the case. I went from, 'This isn't a big deal, really' to 'I think I like this' within a span of five minutes. I never connected with a sexual interest like that so quickly. But seeing you like that made sense in my mind. You look good in diapers. It fits your physique and your overall vibe."

"Have you given any thought to padding up?" Ethan asked. "You gave an impassioned rant about public restrooms so I wondered."

"Jokes aside, I think it would be worth trying, at least."

"Really?" Ethan wagged his tail.

"I'm keeping an open mind. That's all."

"If you want to swing by my apartment, I can hook you up with some diapers. I ordered some, but the company accidentally sent me them in the wrong size. I'm a large, but you look like a medium. If they're too small for you, you can totally have some of mine. I have tons."

"Alright. Let's get out here then."

"Right now?"

"Sure. We can run in, thank Paul for inviting us, say we're a little tired, bid them farewell, and head back to your place."

Ethan put out his cigarette on the parking lot. "Sounds like a plan to me."

It wasn't like we weren't having fun at the wedding. But it appeared the bride and groom were having plenty of fun and didn't need us around. We figured they'd understand. We did as much dancing, eating, drinking and schmoozing as we possibly could. But it was time to head out.

I followed Ethan in his car back to his apartment. We walked inside. He turned on the lights. He was a software engineer with a decent salary, so he managed to lease an apartment that was surprisingly spacious. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The place was clean. Everything was where it should be. He invited me back to his bedroom. I followed him there. After reaching the end of his hallway, Ethan opened the door. My mind was completely blown.

His bedroom was completely transformed into an adult-sized cub's room. He had a double bed with colorful sheets and blankets full of cartoon characters from shows I've never seen. He lined a series of plushy toys against the wall. He had two bags of diapers at the foot of his bed in case of emergency or if he didn't feel like leaving his bed to change. On his night stand, he had his work laptop. He had a walk-in closet that had his normal clothes on the right side. But on the left side, there were playsuits, overalls, shortalls, and shelves full of diapers.

"Aren't you worried that friends or family could stumble in here and wonder what this all is?" I asked Ethan.

Ethan shrugged. "They know. Paul knows. It's not a big deal to them."

I was surprised by that. "So they're totally cool with you putting adulthood on pause?"

"They're happy as long as I'm happy and it's not something I wave in their faces."

I nodded sagely. "That's cool."

There was a part of me that wanted to completely unwind in this space. Never, in a million years, would I imagine wanting to regress and putting adulthood in the rear-view mirror. I never knew that was possible let alone know that people partook in that kind of activity. There was something alluring about being something other than myself. I didn't want to be the guy that my boyfriend broke up with. I was spending so much time going over what went wrong that I never bothered to peel away all the layers of my insecurity and start from scratch. Before I met Ethan, I didn't know there was a pathway to accomplish that while having fun in the process. Now this whole world opened up for me and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where to start.

"It's my turn to help you out," Ethan said.

He took me into his closet and retrieved a bag of diapers that he believed would fit me. He laid me down on his bed, which was comfortable. He had a mattress that allowed my body to sink into a bit. There was plenty of room for the two of us there. He helped me undress. It wasn't long before I was completely naked on his bed. I was exposed, but he made me feel special and accepted for being so vulnerable. He had these Bluetooth speakers that connected to a music player. He had cheerful, upbeat and relaxing classical music that made his playful room come alive. I got excited from the anticipation of being diapered for the first time in decades. He took out a diaper, fluffed it, and took his time putting it on me. He tapped my muzzle lightheartedly and gave me kisses on my cheek. He told me this was the way he liked to be treated.

My heart was fluttering with all sorts of emotions. I felt comfortable with him, with his big body next to mine. His diaper was like a thick, crinkly pillow that occasionally grazed me while I was being diapered. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms or maybe his delightfully hairy chest -- or possibly his perfectly round gut. I got lost in his affection and went into a trance. Before I knew it, he finished diapering me. The diaper was nice and tight around me. I never felt more secure. The diaper was so thick, I felt like I could wet a dozen times and not a single drop would grace his sheets. I knew that was likely impossible, but I found confidence in the thickness and durability. I felt my padded crotch for the first time and rubbed the padding over my eager bits; it was awfully nice. I couldn't even imagine putting pants over there, going out in public, and not feel like I was getting away with something.

Ethan crawled on top of me and we kissed again. These were serious kisses since tongue was involved. I wasn't sure if we were going to have sex that night. I was definitely pent up, but the diaper was too comfortable to take off! He was rubbing my face with his burly but tender paws.

"Nate, remember when you said you didn't mind if I was messy?" He said to me.

"Yeah. What's up? You need to go?"

"I'm going right now."

"On top of me?"

He looked at me with a wry smile. I heard him pass some gas in his diaper before a muffled thwump sound was made. He didn't break away from his eye contact with me for a solid minute. He wanted to test my resolve. Did I mean what I said when we were in the restroom together? Or was that just my horny thoughts going astray? He let me touch the back of his diaper. There was a nice lump. An odor soon followed. Not going to lie. It was a bit off-putting at first, but I was mesmerized by his commitment to doing the dirty deed on top of me and not flinching once. He was a baby. A real baby. He was a dirty boy. Wasn't sure if I could tame him. But at the very least, I could rub the back of his diaper -- which was slowly turning brown -- and compliment him for boldly using his diaper.

"I'll clean up. I promise," Ethan said to me.

But I couldn't have cared less about his damn promise. I was going to kiss him, grind my diaper against his, and apply as much friction as I possibly could before I could pop. About a minute later, I experienced my first paws-free orgasm. I couldn't see all the cum that came out of me, but I knew there was a lot of it. I was sticky all over and inside my diaper. This would technically be the first time I "used" my diaper. But when I had to take my post-orgasm piss, I knew exactly what to do. And when I let go, my mind went completely empty. I spaced out. I was peeing carelessly. No need to aim. No need to wait. Just let it happen. Let it all good. Meanwhile, Ethan was worshiping my diaper by burying his snout deep into my crotch. He fell head-over-heels into my scent. Despite my orgasm, I got a serious charge shooting up and through my loins when he snoofed me. I felt like I was king. I didn't even order him to do so, but I felt energized to be in a position of control.

Ethan mercifully changed out of his diaper and showered before his odor became overpowering. But I remained in awe of his spontaneity. I liked how he could have an "accident" at any given moment. I liked how nothing seemed planned. We could be in the middle of intercourse or walking down the street and he wets himself, but that was all part of the allure of being a big baby. He took his struggles with incontinence and wielded it as a device to reinforce his servitude. I could praise him. I could punish him. We could improvise. I never realized I could be in such a relationship. The romantic part was that I had someone I could take care of. And in return, he would let me join the ride and get off the ride whenever I wanted. I thought that was a good deal.

But I figured out quick he was a needy baby.

I crashed at his place and slept in bed with him. The pup was like one large teddy bear. He was spooning me and I didn't care. I got lost in his sweet and sleepy embrace, with his diaper intertwined with mine. Not sure what hour it was. But it was dark, quiet and cozy. I suddenly heard some loud gushing noise and found out he was wetting. I could feel his diaper expanding out quickly and warming up. I was half-awake when I felt him. He wasn't lying that he was a bedwetter, that's for sure. I hazily massaged his furry chest as assurance that his nighttime accident did not faze me one bit. In fact, it drew me closer to him. I had aspirations of sliding deeper under the covers to inspect the extent of his wetness and rub him gently. But suddenly, he started huffing and rubbing himself. Thought it was strange to do in his sleep, but whatever.

Then I felt his paws on me. He was breathing heavier. I looked under the covers for a moment and saw him pressing his diaper up against his tailhole. He was fooling around with himself back there. There was something that came over me. I had a desire to give him what I thought he wanted. I tested the waters by grinding my diaper against his in a gyrating and thrusting motion. He reacted positively to it. We eventually faced each other in bed, looked into each other's eyes. After a few moments of quiet, we got into position. He hurriedly pulled the back of his diaper down. I pulled mine down, spit into my paw and used the saliva as lube for my cock, which was ridiculously active all through the night. I moved his tail aside and unceremoniously penetrated him bareback. He unleashed a loud moan.

"You feel so massive," Ethan groaned. "Oh my God."

"Are you surprised? I've been at full mast all night long. And you're clenching down on me like this. You're so tight! Are you a virgin or something?"

"Yes I am."

"Good to know 'cause I'm going to fuck all the piss out of you until you leak."

Ethan let out a deep, feral and lusty cry as I fucked him. I was pounding away like a beast. It was funny because the roles were the polar opposite with Shane and I. He "used" me whenever the urge struck and I was his personal toy. I felt obligated to bottom as a way to stay in the relationship. But deep down, I knew our relationship wasn't faded to last. And here I was, asserting control, taking charge, and showing the pup how it was done. We were both exhausted, but all the teasing and foreplay led to this moment. We knew it had to be done. He squirmed beside me as I fucked him sideways. I could feel myself getting deeper and deeper. I knew I was on the right track when his cries got louder and he kept moaning, "Yes!"

We were going at it for about an hour. As I was fucking him, I imagined what it would feel like for him to fuck me. He had an intimidatingly large, chubby dick. I wondered what kind of buttons I had to press for him to top me. I was a hyena with a rather slender frame. He was a big dog who could break me in half if he wanted to. The size difference was not lost on me. I wasn't a devoted bottom, but I could spot a good opportunity for action.

I came inside him. The orgasm lasted for about a minute, but it seemed like forever. I didn't mind.

"Is this what it's like to be bred?" Ethan asked. "This feels so good!"

"Have you thought about switching places?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like have you ever thought about topping?"

"Not really," he replied with some resignation in his voice. "But I could use some convincing."

While my cum was still cascading down his furry cheeks and puckered tailhole, Ethan turned around to face me. He sat upright in bed. His stiff canine cock was just hanging there. I sniffed around, inspected his vein-covered shaft. I admired his size briefly before taking it in -- at least as much as I could. I couldn't get to the base, but the least I could do was take his large, low-hanging balls into my paw and squeeze them gently.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "I've never had a blowjob before."

This boy was innocent. In that moment, I wanted to do everything I could to corrupt him.

He had a magnificent tool for me to polish. All I could think about was the amount of time that thing was packed inside his diaper, stewing in its juices and covered in sweat until he needed a change or to air out. The sheer amount of piss coming out of that thing must be extensive. No wonder he managed to leak through his big, thick diaper at the wedding. He was a beast. If he wasn't so goddamn shy and insecure from the incontinence, he could have easily found himself running a harem full of eager bottom boys. It almost felt wrong to have this all to myself to play with. And the potent musk!

But because Ethan was a newbie to the blowjob game, he didn't have enough stamina to last. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my maw. He didn't give me a heads up before my mouth was unceremoniously graced with a brutal gush of cum. Warm, thick and milky. He was spent. I wasn't going to have him inside my tailhole tonight, but that wasn't a problem, actually. I got a taste and a preview of what he was capable of. I was salivating over the possibility of being knotted.

Before I could swallow his jizz, Ethan had another surprise for me. He started peeing uncontrollably while his shaft was still inside my mouth. I was being marked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Shit! Sorry!"

He pulled out of my maw right away. "No, don't apologize. Keep going... on my chest."

Ethan was still sitting up in bed. Seconds earlier, my head was lowered to his crotch. To prevent him from peeing into the air and making a larger mess, I blocked his stream with my chest by moving my body over his groin like a shield. He unleashed a thick and forceful stream. I've never been marked before, but I occasionally fantasized about it. Never bothered to act on it. I rubbed his piss all over my fur like some whore. I just wished he stopped sweetly apologizing to me and turned his incontinence into a dominating trait. Though I didn't expect to be drenched in an impromptu watersports bit, the lack of predictability was hot. I couldn't stop getting aroused in a vicious cycle. Whatever relationship we were fostering was going to either be exciting or exhausting -- or maybe even both.

"This is so hot, dude," I assured him.

"But the sheets are totally soaked!"

"Forget the sheets. Stop caring about the little inconveniences. Stop apologizing. Let this be a part of you, and I accept that part of you."

"I've been apologizing my whole life over this. It's a hard habit to break," Ethan said in an emotionally quivering tone. "I feel like I'm dreaming. To have someone say to me, 'No problem!' or 'I like this!' is mind-blowing. And you're totally serious, right?"

"Dead serious. This is the hottest action I've ever had. Speaking selfishly here, I don't want whatever this is to stop."

I was covered in his piss, nearly choked on his seed, and he was sufficiently stuffed with mine, but we still made out -- wet sheets, bodies and all. He was furiously wagging his tail like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. No longer was he the shy kid who watched my friends and I goof around and stood in the doorway of his room. He didn't have to hide from me. Now there was a chance to be in a relationship where I'm allowed to indulge in my paternal instincts while excitedly defying the social norms associated with adulthood. We could wear diapers, and nobody was telling us not to. No one could tell us that we couldn't watch cartoons in our onesies and cuddle on the couch. This was liberating for the both of us. We knew we stumbled upon something that was truly special -- something that neither of us would dare to take for granted.

About a year later, Ethan and I were a couple; that was not a secret among friends and family. About three months into our relationship, Paul admitted to the two of us that he wanted us to hook up. Turned out that Ethan once confided to his brother that he had feelings for me. Ethan was concerned that when I started a relationship with Shane, I was going to be "the one that got away." I had no idea he had these feelings for me. And when I looked back at my memories, I remember looking at Ethan and thinking about how I wanted to get to know him better. He was always so nice to me. And when I started developing sexual attractions during my adolescence, I started to associate him with the word "cute" and "handsome." He wasn't one of the bros. He wasn't part of bro culture, which I was totally into at the time. We looked into each other's eyes for extended periods, but I wasn't sure if there was a connection or how a connection was determined. There were all these confusing thoughts, which I didn't have time to unravel because I was busy goofing around with my straight friends. But Paul knew his brother was gay. He also knew there was something up with me because I wasn't always forthcoming with disclosures about my romantic or sexual escapades when everyone else was.

Though Ethan was grateful I accepted his incontinence as part of our everyday lives, he asked me to provide him with some stability. To achieve that stability, I gave him options. If he wanted to be a "baby," I would dress him in some adorable outfit and spend time with him in public with a diaper bag. If he wanted to be an "adult," we would low-key it and bring a discrete-looking shoulder bag with the necessary supplies. When he needed his diaper changed, Ethan gently tugged on my shirt. Changing times served as quiet, intimate breaks from the tedium of life. Neither of us felt inconvenienced. In fact, we looked forward to those special times together. And we didn't necessarily need foreplay or sex to prolong the duration of our relationship. We enjoyed the occasional drifting away from manhood.

We went on a hiking trip to a national forest that was close to our town. The great thing about the national forest were this private backcountry trails. Originally, when he parked and started our hike, the both of us were wearing t-shirts, shorts, socks and hiking boots. But about thirty minutes into the hike, we kept the socks and hiking boots, but discarded everything else, and walked around in just our diapers. We stayed hydrated, which in turn led to our diapers being sufficiently soaked about an hour into the hike. We were sloshing around, with our padded bulges staying in the breeze, when we took a steeper path up a hill. We found ourselves in a remote area, with beautiful panoramic of the rolling hills and mountains. It was like we had the entire place to ourselves.

We brought along some snacks, bottles of wine, and plenty of diapers, powder and wipes to spare. We found a spot on the ground that wasn't terribly rocky. We sat on the ground, leaned against each other, and savored the views.

"Thank you for entertaining my idea to hike here," Ethan said. "I know you're not much of a hiker, but..."

"It's fine. I needed the exercise. And this is quite beautiful. The scenery is amazing."

"It totally is."

We settled on some granola bars. Ethan brought out from his bag of goods two wine glasses. He brought our a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, poured some into our glasses. We settled on a toast to our everlasting love. He was such a romantic. I couldn't stand it. His saccharine, sweet nature was too much for me sometimes. But on the bright side, I finally tapped into his feral spirit. I could see his face light up when we were in bed as he smiled down at me. He liked to sometimes ravage me while I had his used diaper wrapped around my muzzle. We got wild -- not often, but it satisfied me enough. We had a very fluid relationship dynamic. But for now, he was his affable self, panting a bit from the workout.

Suddenly, as he were drinking wine, Ethan started coughing.

"Are you okay, hun?" I asked him.

"Yeah. It's just that I need to uh -- go?"

"Number one or two?"

"Definitely two."

He got up from the ground and bent his knees. He grunted and pushed. And I thought I saw his diaper suddenly droop from the back. It looked like he messed himself extensively. Maybe he had a case of diarrhea? It wasn't the most ideal situation for me to change him in that state, but I was willing to do so because I loved him. I started perusing through our bag of goods to retrieve a diaper for him. I figured a change was imminent, but this was the perfect place to take care of it.

After a series of grunts and moans, Ethan calmed down. I got out the wipes and powder, set them on the ground, and saw that he was smiling at me. Why was he smiling? He reached into the back of diaper where he just messed.

"Dude. What the fuck are you doing?"

"I want to show you something. It's huge."

"If it's what I think of it, please don't. I still have a gag complex."

From the back of his diaper, he pulled out a small box. I went completely numb. I knew what it was. My heart sank. Jaw dropped. He turned to face me, got down on one knee and said, "We're in too deep. We're both helpless perverts who fell madly in love with each other a year ago today at my brother's wedding. You made me feel appreciated when I never thought that was possible. Who, in the right mind, would fall for a diapered pup like me? But you came along, turned my world upside down for the better, and showed me I wasn't alone in the universe anymore. You showed me not only that it was okay to be the way it was, but you also told me it was a quality you valued. And you were excited to be a part of it! I didn't know I could be excited about something that I long thought would keep me lonely for the rest of my life. You saw past that and saw me. So I kneel before you to ask you this very important question: Will you marry me? Will you make this smelly dog the happiest dog the world has ever known?"

I started to cry. It was an obnoxious cry. "You know the answer to that!" I said. "Yes! Of fucking course!"

We embraced and kissed with the stakes now raised and our hearts fully open. Ethan played a trick on me by pretending to mess and leaving me to think that ominous bulge in the back of his diaper was a large load, but he stuck the wedding ring box in there the whole time. That was a great prank! He placed the ring on me and returned to kissing passionately. We made out and rolled around on the ground, with our tongues and bodies intertwined.

Then the funniest thing happened. For the first time in my adult life, I had an unforced accident. I guess I was so excited and caught up in the moment that I wet myself. But I wet myself so much so that I leaked and formed a large puddle on the dirt ground. Ethan noticed and let out the heartiest laugh. Even though I was wearing a diaper and leaking it in the woods was inconsequential, I realized the pain and suffering he endured all those years, having these accidents. It must've been a relief in more ways than one that I came around and accepted that. Had I lived with incontinence, I wasn't sure if I would have the emotional fortitude that he had. It must've been incredibly embarrassing and isolating. But in this moment, I was glad to have leaked and left a puddle on the day we decided we were going to spend the rest of our lives together with our special bond intact.