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Mattheus looked out his bedroom window, which faced his front yard. The nineteen-year-old blue dragon was looking forward to his tutor visiting him for the first time.

He and his parents decided that it was Matt's best interest to have a home-school tutor help him prepare for his college standardized tests. Though he had great grades during high school and was a valedictorian, Matt felt anxious about college admissions. He wanted to make absolutely sure that he was fully versed in his college prep curriculum. The opportunity arose for him to be privately tutored at the comfort of his home. Why not seize it?

A red car pulled up in front of the house. Matt looked through his blinds and saw a large male bear, steadily approaching his front door. He was an older, self-assured bear in his thirties who waddled slightly. Matt figured the waddling was compensation for the bear being rather large. Muscle gut. Broad shoulders. Some muscle action around the chest. He was well-kept, possibly even handsome. Matt didn't want to spend too much time dwelling on the bear's physique since he wanted to get his studying done.

Matt opened the front door for his tutor, who introduced himself as Henry, and welcomed him inside. The bear was wearing a tight-fitting, beige dress shirt and dark blue stretch suit pants. Matt stayed casual with a simple black t-shirt and cargo shorts. Matt thought the bear looked almost overdressed for the occasion. It wasn't like a job interview. But he appreciated Henry looking nice. And the cologne. What a nice smell!

The two sat in Matt's dining room. Henry, who was also carrying with him a shoulder bag, brought out his laptop and went over some basic college entrance exam strategies. Matt took notes and was genuinely interested. But as he was taking notes, Matt could feel Henry's warm and inviting aura. He wasn't exactly mesmerized by it, but he was certainly drawn to it. The dragon, who was closeted at the time, struggled to understand why he was only drawn to other men. And he was deathly nervous about flirting or making any passes. Signals could be misread. Needless tension could arise. Didn't want to risk it. Yet there was something about Henry that made him feel oddly comfortable about himself.

"I know it's early in the morning, so I'll let the daydreaming slide just this once," Henry said with a playful snort. He caught Matt briefly staring into his eyes and freezing.

"Oh, sorry. I was just hung up on the passage in my sample question."

Henry smirked. "Right. Sure."

Henry could tell the blue dragon was nervous. When Henry was Matt's age, he was just as nervous when he had close interactions with other men. There was the lingering concern over the sudden, revealing erection in his pants and the fantasies rapidly cycling through his adolescent mind. The clammy paws. Constant stuttering. Matt was an easy read. The young man was likely either gay or bi-curious. Henry knew better than to feed into his client's carnal impulses and act on them. There was no need for distractions.

In fact, Henry was fully prepared to avoid any sort of distractions.

Matt was blissfully aware of the fact that Henry was wearing a diaper. Nothing fancy, though. Just thick. Henry didn't suffer from incontinence. He liked to stay put and avoid trips to the restroom. As he got older, Henry made more trips to the restroom with enough frequency to annoy him. One day, Matt went to his local pharmacy and bought adult diapers. At the time, he was working at his tutoring agency's office with several others who shared only one bathroom. Everyone was jockeying for several minutes of bathroom time and he was usually the one who needed to go when everyone else did. He considered wearing diapers to be gross, but he couldn't deny their convenience. And since he spent more time at his cubicle doing customer service and client acquisition than wandering around the office, Henry believed he could be discreet.

One day, Henry clocked into work with a diaper tightly packed underneath his stretch pants. And when his bladder started to knock while he was at his desk, Henry chose to answer. He was talking to a customer when he wet an adult diaper for the first time. Naturally, he was concerned about leaking through his pants and getting seen. But once he started to pee, Henry felt a sense of extraordinary relief. The flow was unrestrained. Warmth was accumulating. His diaper got soggier, heavier and even cozier. How can a wet diaper possibly feel cozy? And how could this be more satisfying than him relieving himself on the toilet? Henry looked around his cubicle. No one suspected a thing. He quickly developed a thrill from realizing that no one else knew about him being a dirty diaper boy. Then he erection appeared, grazing the warm padding he thoroughly soaked only seconds earlier.

Henry took his lunch break soon after and rubbed one out in his car. It was easier rub his diaper and stay incognito than to take off his pants, take off his diaper and dispose it somewhere without being discovered. Now his diaper was full of piss and cum. The diaper held up rather well and it kept his odor contained. Yet by the time he was about to leave his car and return to work, Henry detected the faintest scent of diapers inside. He was surprised at himself for appreciating that particular smell.

But there was a downside to Henry's secret, new joy. He knew that he couldn't be physically close with anyone as long as he was padded, so he had to keep a safe distance. And he didn't suspect that anyone could possibly understand or want to understand his situation. Nevertheless, he continued to wear diapers to work occasionally. And when there was an opportunity for him to do personal tutoring sessions at client's homes, Henry jumped at the chance. Now he could wear diapers whenever he wanted as long as he changed regularly and maintained his hygiene. And no one would notice, right?

Matt sat across from Henry at the dining room table when he heard a strange hissing noise. It sounded like it was close, but no -- it couldn't be. Could it?

Henry was used to wetting himself discreetly. As long as he didn't make any unusual faces or movements, he could get away with it. But he saw Matt look inquisitively in his general direction and turn his head. Did he know something was up?

"I think you may have leaked onto the chair," Matt said dryly.

This caught Henry by surprise. He leaped from his chair and immediately discovered the wet spot right around his crotch and the stain he left on his chair's cushion. "I'm so sorry," he repeatedly said with an uncharacteristically high-pitched groan.

Henry looked over at Matt, who was suspiciously muted. The dragon didn't show much expression, but he had limitless curiosity. He heard the bear rustling a bit around the waist. Matt instinctively knew his tutor -- his rather attractive tutor -- was wearing a diaper. He wanted to see the diaper for himself to not only confirm his suspicions, but to also assess the damage. He must've soaked his diaper prior to this wetting for him to leak so profusely. There were thoughts swirling around his head that he couldn't comprehend. But being the young kinky dragon that he was, Matt wanted to explore his curiosity a bit more.

An embarrassed Henry asked for some towels and assist with the cleanup. "And after this, I should go," he groaned.

"No, you should stay." Then he grabbed onto Henry's paw and rubbed it slowly with a smile on his face. "Stay. Please."

The typically reserved and shy dragon saw an opportunity. He built a scenario, in his mind, that Henry had wet himself on purpose and tried to get away with it. He caught Henry flashing a little smile while he froze in place and relieved himself. He figured that anyone who legitimately had an accident would be petrified to have one in such close proximity to someone else let alone a total stranger. Henry exuded a cool confidence that was soon undone by his leaking.

"Must've felt nice," Matt said, referring to Henry wetting himself.

Henry wasn't teased like this before. He was slowly developing an arousal, which was triggered by Matt seductively rubbing his paw. The implication was clear. Matt was going to find out eventually. Matt wanted to find out. But with everything that transpired so far, Henry was left with no choice but to disclose his secret.

"I wear diapers. And I didn't expect to do that," Henry said before apologizing once more.

It felt strange to confess something so vulnerable about himself to Matt. He immediately regretted it.

"Let's see your diaper then."

Henry started feeling clammy from his nerves. Who would want to check his diaper? It was so degrading. But maybe, just maybe it was something he enjoyed. Did it feel right to enjoy this humiliation? By this point, the veneer of professionalism had completely eroded. He remained in fight-or-flight mode, unsure of how to react or engage. All he knew was this young dragon wanted to see everything and wasn't fazed much by the revelation.

Henry slowly reached for his belt and started to unfasten it, but Matt was impatient. He helped the anxious bear unfasten and unbutton his pant fly. He tugged Henry's pants down until they fell to his ankles. Henry wore boxer-briefs over his diaper, which were clearly soaked and stained. Underneath the boxer-briefs was a thick, white diaper that sloshed around and sagged down. Gravity helped Matt determine how wet Henry truly was. The big guy managed to soak his diaper from front to back. His leg gathers were perhaps the warmest part of his diaper. Such a thick, damp and moist texture! Matt never felt the exterior of a used adult diaper before. He couldn't help but be intrigued.

"You did a number on this one," Matt told him. "Nice job."

Now he was being praised? As if he wasn't flustered enough. The bear was now completely hard. His secret was exposed and this handsome blue dragon in front of him liked his diaper. This was completely unexpected.

"I understand you're nervous. Maybe I can teach you how not to be."

One of Matt's hobbies was hypnotism. Since he was old enough to read, Matt was mesmerized by the ability to hypnotize and control others to do the hypnotizer's bidding. His fascination with hypnotism coincided with his fascination with magic and magicians. He saw this moment as an opportunity to explore what he learned with someone who was likely to participate.

Matt made Henry follow him into his bedroom. He walked with Henry into the bedroom with a sense of horny conviction that he never felt before. He wanted to hypnotize the big bear and put him under his control. Henry didn't know anything about Matt's plans for him. But at the very least, he had a sense that the dragon was interested in his soggy predicament. Henry was convinced that it was futile for him to return to coaching the younger lad on college exam preparedness.

"Can I touch it?" Matt asked Henry.

"I guess so."

Henry was understandably nervous about someone touching his diaper -- touching something that was incredibly private to him. And yet he was unabashedly aroused. He felt Matt carefully inspect his padded crotch with his hands. The noise of the diaper's plastic rustling loudly inside Matt's bedroom was almost deafening to Henry's ears; it made the bear wonder if anyone else heard his diaper when he walked around in public with one on. He wondered if people suspected that he wore diapers. He developed some speculative paranoia, which quickly turned into an inflection point of sexual gratification. It was quite possible that he enjoyed people knowing that he wore and used diapers. And it was quite possible that his nervousness with Matt arose from his inexperience with interacting with someone who potentially liked diapers as much as he did.

Matt never imagined, in a million years, that he would be interested in diapers. But there was something about people wearing them that made them so attractive and endearing. In the heat of the moment, Matt could only act on his impulses. But there were moments when he wondered about his curiosity and the basis for that. He wasn't entirely sure, but he suspected that he was drawn into Henry's vulnerability. He was drawn into the bear's big secret -- his big shame. And Matt had complete access to it. He had access to a diaper that was soaking wet with the outer surface practically having a slick and shiny coating of piss. The state of Henry's diaper indicated that he not only used his diaper as intended, but that he used his diaper to its fullest, knowing the risks of leaking and being exposed.

Then there was Henry's musk. How heavenly!

Despite keeping a clean and professional appearance, Henry had a more odorous side to him. With his nose now pressed up against Henry's diaper, Matt knew the bear didn't mind being a little dirty and smelly. Up close, he smelled like someone who was comfortable with their own powerful scent. Matt's diaper -- and diapers in general, let's be honest -- perfectly encapsulate one's scent in one complete package. Matt took a whiff of Henry and found himself completely entranced. He wanted to masturbate right then and there, just stuck in the moment with his scaly face buried in the bear's squishy, inviting padding. But he knew he had some work to do.

"You said you can teach me how -- uh... not to be nervous about wearing?"

"Yes. You've heard of hypnosis, right?"

"Yeah. I've never been under hypnosis, but I'm intrigued by it."

"I know a thing or two about hypnosis. Would you like for me to give you a helpful demonstration?"

Henry shrugged. What else could he possibly do? Run? "Let's give it a shot."

Matt rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath. Okay, here we go.

Matt asked Henry to sit down on his bed. He began speaking in low, slow and soothing voice. Very calculated and confident. He asked Henry to let his voice wash over him and take the suggestions as he desired them. Matt noticed the bear's shoulders were still tight, so he quietly massaged them with a gentle lover's touch. Finally, Henry was able to calm down.

"Now lay down on my bed and allow yourself to sink in. Let your muscles relax. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm. Breathe in. Breathe out."

Matt was genuinely surprised to see Henry's almost immediate obedience. The bear was relaxing comfortably in his bed, now shirtless, wearing only his wet diaper. Henry wasn't hypnotized yet, but he was somehow drawn into Matt's suggestions.

"You can feel your eyelids getting heavy. Let them drift and fall."

Then his suggestions became increasingly specific.

"You can feel yourself letting go in your diaper, emptying everything inside of you. Let it all out. And as I continue to talk, you will fill your diaper. And every word I utter is putting you faster and deeper into a state of relaxation."

Henry fell into a state of serenity that he never experienced before in his life.

"Take the first step down into your subconscious and feel yourself sinking deeper into relaxation while you relieve yourself. You step down the second step and feel yourself getting calmer as you empty out your mind and empty into your diaper."

As time went on, Henry feel into a deeper trance. With his eyes closed, Henry wet his well-worn diaper once more. This time, he did so without any care for the consequences. He leaked onto the bed, but Matt didn't particularly mind. A few wet sheets and a trip to the laundry room was worth it. He looked on as the bear dampened his top blanket. And for the first time, Henry suddenly soiled his diaper. Normally, he wouldn't dream of messing his diaper. But in that moment, he was completely free of his inhibitions. The sudden relief he experienced combined with the thickness of his mess sinking down into his seat was undeniably satisfying. This diaper quickly expanded with an audible blort. This excited Matt. The process was working!

Matt began his hypnosis in earnest. Meanwhile, Henry slipped further and further into a peaceful trance. He couldn't recall when he eventually lost consciousness and eased into slumber. All he knew was that he never felt so relaxed in his life.

The thought that crossed his mind over and over again was: Just empty your mind, fill your diaper, and everything will be okay.

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Two hours later, Henry returned home. He quickly changed out of his messy diaper, took a hot shower, put a new diaper on, and spent time working on his laptop. He sat at his desk, thinking about how bizarre his day turned out to be. He went from tutoring a young, seemingly harmless dragon -- who was genuinely interested in taking lessons -- to being seduced by him. He didn't remember the trance he was placed under, but he knew he felt at ease around Matt. Matt was graciously accepting of his personal circumstances. In fact, Matt promised to take care of him. Henry wasn't entirely sure what that promise entailed, but he felt comfortable having that assurance to fall back on.

At the end of his weekday shifts, Henry checked in with his work colleagues via virtual conferencing. He was responsible for providing a status update on every client or student he tutored. Usually, his reports were uneventful and procedural. But today was different. When he logged into his virtual meeting, Henry appeared completely unfazed by everything that transpired a few hours earlier. The webcam built into his laptop showed only the top half of his body. But what the camera didn't show was the thick diaper he was wearing. Before his hypnosis session with Matt, Henry was apprehensive about being pantless and diapered during check-in. But now, he was satisfied as if he'd worn diapers during meetings like this one countless times before.

Originally, Henry was concerned about his webcam tilting or panning down to his waist somehow; that any kind of movement would put him at risk of being exposed. Now he was actively flirting with the idea. What started as the unthinkable quickly became a gratifying thought. If his co-workers found out, they would recognize the bear as a big diaper-boy. Henry didn't consider such exposure as humiliating. Rather, he was intrigued by the thought of being treated differently by his co-workers because of what he wore. Maybe they would tease him, talk about and shame him. They might wonder aloud about the state his diaper was in at any given moment. Was he wet? Messy? Did he need to have his diaper changed?

It took some time for Henry to fully disengage from his horny thoughts, but he eventually did. When he was given the floor to provide a progress update on his clients, Henry mentioned Matt. But as he was going through his notes about Matt, Henry began muttering to himself. Under his breath, Henry casually referred to his dragon client as "master." Naturally, this raised a few eyebrows among everyone else in the conference call.

"Master?" one of his co-workers said.

"Well, yes. He is my master."

Because of his hypnosis, he was trained to equate Matt as his master. He was the one who not only cared for Henry, but also mandated his diaper-wearing. The mere invocation of his name made him tremble with anticipation. Apparently, the name itself was a trigger.

Henry's colleagues started chuckling awkwardly. It was probably a joke -- a play on the idiom, "When the student becomes the master." They didn't pick up on the sexual context.

The lingering smell of diapers in the air intensified for Henry. The thickness of his diaper got thicker. The desire to use his diapers fully and show his master what he did excited him greatly. He wanted to use his diapers so thoroughly that everyone in the same conference as him could smell him. He wanted to leave a rather strong impression.

Henry suddenly found himself in a blissful trance. He could faintly hear Matt's voice, deep in the back of his mind, telling him to fill his diaper as a way to impress his friends and colleagues. Finally he would be recognized for being the big diaper-boy that he was. He craved affirmation.

Wetting himself came more naturally for him. It used to be something that he had to consciously allow to happen while somehow making sure he didn't leak. After the hypnosis, Henry didn't mind leaking. He figured that diaper leaks was simply part of the experience. During the meeting, Henry wet so much that his piss splashed back onto his cock, which was firmly and comfortably pressed down inside the diaper. He managed to stiffen up while wet, so he was wetting while being tightly packed inside his diaper. The warmth he felt was intoxicating. The sizzle from a hard piss was like music to his ears. It was like he was given permission to be free -- free of worry and consequence. He wrestled with the desire to announce to his colleagues that he was peeing in his diaper, but the variety of goofy expressions on his face was practically a dead giveaway. He started to sweat around his neck from the euphoria of relieving himself without mental restraints or conflicting thoughts.

"Are you okay?" one of his colleagues asked him.

"I'm, uh -- fine."

Henry temporarily deactivated his video feed to fetch his Hitachi magic wand from the bedroom. When he returned to the conference and reactivated his video feed, Henry returned to business as usual. But there was a subtle buzzing noise in the background. What the camera didn't catch was his right paw firmly gripping the magic wand, which he turned on and pressed firmly down against his soggy padding. His colleagues heard the buzzing noise, but they were reluctant to address it with Henry. The buzzing wasn't loud enough to distract his colleagues from continuing their meeting agenda, but it definitely made its presence known. And as he was buzzing himself, Henry was inundated with thoughts about pleasing his master, who would likely praise him for making his diaper extra sticky.

It didn't take long for Henry to cum. He wanted to tell everyone who was still on the call that he was about to cum in his thick, wet diaper, but he chose to leave that thought reverberating in his horny brain. However, the bear couldn't help but roll out his tongue, pant and fixate his gaze on his crotch. He could feel his tightly contained cock throbbing with intensity. And when he finally came, all he could feel with the thickness of his seed hitting the inside of his diaper and pouring back down onto the tip, then cascading down his slick shaft until it rested around his hairy sac.

By now, Henry's colleagues suspected that he was doing something he probably shouldn't be doing or he was having some sort of medical episode. But once the excitement from his hard orgasm drained from his face, Henry went back to business like nothing had happened. He was no longer in his trance, but was fully aware he was in one. He couldn't recall precisely what went down just moments prior -- only that he knew that the diaper he wore was comfortably moist, warm, full, with a bulge sloshing proudly. His attitude change assuaged co-worker concerns about his well-being. But some were pretty sure their colleague was masturbating, just conveniently off-camera.

It was later that day when Matt visited Henry at his home. He was instructed to text his master whenever his diaper felt "full." Matt arrived to inspect the damage. The front door was already unlocked. After making his way inside Henry's house, Matt was pleasantly surprised to smell the diapered bear. A wet diaper smell filled the living room where Henry's desk was located. This was a smell that Matt would've never thought to enjoy; it was affirmation the wearer was a big baby.

Matt couldn't believe how soaked his tutor was. It seemed as though Henry changed out of his previous diaper a few hours ago. How could it be possible that Henry managed to wet himself from front to back? This was a sign that not only did the hypnosis actually work, it showed Henry was now diaper-dependent. One could only imagine the devastation he would leave without a diaper on. His pants would be soaked! It was possible for Matt to hypnotize the bear into engaging in more humiliating situations like that, but he wanted to savor the results of his masterwork.

Matt got down on his knees, pressed his snout against Henry's diaper and inhaled deeply. Up close, the diaper-enhanced musk was intensely satisfying. Pungent, heavy and demanding. A heavy blotch of yellow on the surface. Warm to the touch and even warmer while fingering around the leg gathers. This had the look of a diaper worn by an incontinent bear. With all these factors combined, Matt appeared to fall into his own trance: one of pure submissiveness. Before walking into Henry's home, Matt had no desire to submit himself to Henry. But now, the dragon was in heat. He needed the bear to teach him a lesson.

The two started kissing. Henry made sure to fondle the blue dragon's scales, rich with texture and perspiration. Matt wanted to play with Henry's thick, sweaty chestfur, but he was enamored by the bear's lustful tongue. The tongue action was a token of Henry's appreciation for Matt accepting him as he was. Henry would've never thought someone would actually like him in diapers. Henry frotted his soggy bulge against Matt's maroon red boxer-briefs. The friction led to Henry accidentally leaking onto Matt's underwear as if the bear had pissed himself once again, this time leaving a mark on his lover. Matt felt Henry's piss grace the tip of his bulge, giving him a modest sample of the feeling of being wet. Matt couldn't recall a time when he had an accident in his pants. But he immediately knew that if Henry was capable of enjoying himself in that state, he could too.

Beneath Henry's diaper was a cock that wanted more. When he blew his load into his diaper, Henry had a long and drawn-out orgasm that nearly made him collapse to his knees from the intensity. But when Matt started to nose and lick his diapered bulge, his dick was already clamoring for more. Matt carefully removed his tapes, but gravity performed most of the work. Once undone, the diaper swung down to reveal a dark, yellow strain that completely destroyed the pulp inside. Matt could clearly see the shiny coat of cum the bear left inside his diaper. There was plentiful seed that was seemingly left by a pent-up beast. He could only imagine how it would feel for his tailhole to be filled with that much cum. Matt was determined to find out once he laid eyes on the bear's beautiful, thick cock, which dangled majestically before him, desperately wanting to be teased and played.

This would be Matt's first attempt at sucking cock. The dragon was a virgin, but knew enough from all the porn he watched -- on nights he was supposed to be studying -- to have a fundamental understanding of the beats. He caught a whiff of Henry's musk, which was trapped inside the diaper, preserved and aged for moments like these. The bear smelled ripe. The texture of his shaft was firm, but soft. He cautiously licked Henry's tip first. Moist. Pungent. Sensitive. Henry growled approvingly. He slowly opened his mouth a little more to accommodate the tip, then some of the shaft. Because the bear was thick and had a small mouth, Matt could only fit as much as he could. He stumbled across a gag reflex. But he wanted Henry's dick so bad, he was able to successfully suppress the reflex.

While he was pleasuring Henry, Matt had two adjoining thoughts. He focused on the cock itself and ensuring he covered as much of it as he possibly could. But then a thought appeared: an odd fantasy that couldn't be realistically achieved, but it sparked his sexual curiosity. He imagined himself as tiny -- tiny enough for Henry to pick him up and place him inside his diaper. Matt imagined himself completely naked, helpless, and left to the bear's shameless impulses. He imagined lifting up his arms and touching the underside of Henry's giant bear cock. Then suddenly, piss gushed out his tip, flooding the diaper. A thick torrent of piss poured from the tip so quickly that the diaper couldn't absorb it all in one go, so some of it splashed back onto the dick. This only made the musk more aromatic and desirable. He would hear the large bear loudly sighing while pressing his padding further onto his dick from the outside. Matt imagined the pulp caving in -- after absorbing Henry's piss -- causing him to sink into the diaper.

Matt's micro fantasy led him to edging, but he quickly pivoted by refusing to stroke himself further. Henry didn't say much because the pleasure he experienced was overwhelming and all-encompassing. He never seriously thought about sex or actively sought after it. In fact, it was his belief that wearing diapers would make him less desirable, not more. Watching the dragon work on him empowered him and gave him confidence to accept his kinky ways.

There was a lot Henry wanted to say to Matt, but couldn't. He wanted to ask Matt if he would worship him just as aggressively -- if not more -- if he soiled his diaper. Because of the cleanup involved, Henry was hesitant to mess his diaper. But one time, he did. Henry was busy working, one day, and forgot to use the office restroom to relieve himself. Once he clocked out of his shift, Henry hurried home. But by the time he got to the front door and reached into his pant pocket for his keys, the pressure he tried to hold back overwhelmed him. In front of his house, with neighbors potentially watching him from a safe distance, he squatted down onto his doorstep and pushed. A large lump dropped into his seat with a loud pop. Anyone close to him would've known right away that he pooped in his diaper. The sudden nature of his mess invoked a wave of emotions: embarrassment, exasperation, joy, relief and affirmation. With a large mess like that, Henry knew he was destined to be a slave to diapers.

The desire to push his limits felt like thunder jetting through his loins. He was now fucking the dragon's hole. He stood facing the bed. Matt was bent over, naked, gasping for air and moaning as his virgin hole was powerfully penetrated. He felt every inch of the bear inside of him. Henry was powerful, horny and hungry with lust. He wanted to fill Matt with everything he had. Matt's head was submerged into Henry's now-discarded diaper. The smell inside the diaper was intoxicating. The piss and spunk left inside was still fresh, warm and unrelenting. There was more to that particular experience than huffing on a football player's freshly worn jock after a long, hard-fought game. This was the smell of someone who needed to be checked and smelled. He couldn't see anything except for what Henry left behind for him, but he could certainly feel Henry in his raw, unconstrained form. The hypnosis he provided to the bear unlocked his feral side -- a part of himself that he long repressed.

The sex didn't last long, but that didn't matter. When Henry came, he let out a deafening growl that shook his bedroom windows. He stayed inside Matt's hole until every last, thick and creamy drop was deposited inside of him. He kept his hardened grip on both sides of Matt's bubbly waist. Matt was comfortable feeling used, fucked and destroyed by the large bear. Though he was quickly returning to a flaccid and more neutral state, Henry remained engaged. He noticed the dragon hadn't finished yet and was still hard. The next thing he did was completely improvised and it took the horny young dragon by surprise.

Matt was smaller and much more slender than Henry was. Naturally, they had two different waist sizes. Henry wore large diapers and Matt was likely a medium. Despite the size difference, Henry attempted to put the well-worn diaper he wore and discarded onto Matt. He wanted the dragon to understand and appreciate the feeling of not only being in diapers, but being in a diaper that was fully used as intended. Matt was instantly drawn into Henry's impromptu decision to diaper him. The tapes could not be resealed to ensure a tighter fit around the dragon's waist, so Henry found some duct tape and wrapped it around the dragon from front to back. Once his cock was firmly pressed into the still-warm padding, Matt was elated. For a moment, he was able to understand why and how Henry went about his day.

He imagined walking around town with his diaper discreetly packed tightly underneath his pants. He imagined looking down at his thick, enlarged and poofy waist, then making eye contact with people passing by. No one knew. No one had to know. Wearing diapers in public always ran the risk of getting into uniquely embarrassing situations. Perhaps a troublemaker might come up to him from behind and pants him, exposing his soggy diaper for everyone to gawk and laugh at. If his diaper reached a limit and he decided to wet, that could result in leaking his pants. People would definitely know something was up. Maybe they would suggest that he wear diapers since he helplessly wet himself while surrounded by strangers. Maybe he might like being put in that situation.

While Matt was relishing in these strange and unusually vivid fantasies, he could feel the bear's cum draining from his tailhole and onto his padded seat. Adding to the sexual euphoria was Henry, who returned to the bedroom with his magic wand turned on. He activated the highest setting on the wand and pressed it firmly against Matt's groin. With his mind now racing, Matt began to feel his cock throbbing uncontrollably. And when he finally came, Matt felt wave after wave of dragon seed ceremoniously exit into the diaper with an audible squish -- a noise that could actually be heard over the wand buzzing. Henry was impressed. And when everything was over, Matt fell backwards onto Henry's bed, panting loudly with immense satisfaction.

That night, Matt and Henry snuggled under the covers in bed and watched television. Matt continued to play in his head -- over and over again -- the sensation of his tight tailhole being ravaged by a post-hypnosis Henry, who he helped unleash. The bear had lost his inhibitions. He hadn't feel this free since he was a teenager. He even developed a little bit of swagger. With his swagger in tow, he took Matt to a local pharmacy store earlier that evening and made him purchase a big bag of adult diapers in his size. Henry was more than delighted to pay for the bag. He told the cashier about his "master" having one too many accidents. A fib, sure, but it made the dragon feel extra small. However, it was a scenario that Matt liked to be in. He wanted to be a dragon who needed diapers because he was incontinent. But more than that, he wanted to wear diapers with Henry and keep him company.

Before they fell asleep, Henry spooned with Matt. The two were comfortably pampered and ready for some much-needed shuteye. However, the naughty dragon wasn't done just yet. He whispered a word in the bear's ear. A trigger word.

"Taste."

Matt knew that Henry, who was sleepy, was much more vulnerable to falling into a trance in his current state. He took full advantage. The bear growled lustfully and even managed to drool. In this trance, he was eager to please Matt. He went under the covers and got into position. It was dark inside the room, especially under the blankets, but the bear managed to find his treasure in the form of a poofy bulge that was tented and primed for worship. It was then revealed that Matt had attached onto Henry a collar and a leash. Another questionable purchase at the pharmacy store. Henry gave him permission to be collared. As Henry began nosing and licking Matt's crotch, the dragon began to flood his diaper. The noise of piss pouring into the diaper with a forceful purr made Henry growl louder.

"I want your soggy diaper so badly," Henry told him.

"How badly do you want my diaper?"

"I want it really bad."

"Then you're going to breathe in. Breathe in deep. Smell what a real man's diaper should smell like."

Nice and slow.

Nice... and slow.

And now, you're all mine.