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The sound of a crowd filling the stadium greeted Chance Baker as he left the locker room, excited for another game day filled with agility, strength, camaraderie, and competition. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, pushing away fatigue accumulated during training sessions. His lungs expanded with air infused with scents unique to the field -- grass, sweat, dirt, and leather. The warmth of his teammates surrounded him, pumping him up for the game.

With a satisfied sigh, Chance settled into his spot among his peers as he readied himself for the first play. The familiarity was comforting; these were more than just teammates--they were brothers. Each had seen the other at both their worst and finest moments. They understood one another implicitly, which made Chance feel even safer opening up to them about one of his quirks.

But then...

"Yet another fumble."

Those words were uttered by Bradley Campbell, a local football commentator. The cantankerous elder badger tried his best to mask his frustration for the Patchtown Pistons running back Chance, who struggled early in the season to make successful catches. Play after play, the ball would slip out of his paws. When the young yeen tried to catch the ball, Chance attempted to run toward it, but found himself waddling and barely out of reach.

How could a professional player like Chance Baker be so clumsy? Pistons fans wondered.

They had every reason to be frustrated. This was an up-and-coming star who was increasingly clumsy for no conceivable injury. He didn't complain about suffering any sort of injury that would negatively impact his performance. There was no apparent drama between players. In fact, the offense line appeared to execute their plays consistently - but he was the weak link for every missed opportunity they had.

Chance tried convincing himself that it was the gloves he was wearing; that the field was too muddy for his shoes to have a nice, firm grip of the ground. There were plenty of excuses running through his mind. At least, those were excuses he was willing to publicly disclose.

Beneath his uniform, just barely hiding under his tight football pants was a thick disposable adult diaper. A thickly padded secret, just barely concealed beneath his sweat-covered uniform. He convinced himself that wearing diapers was necessary. Diapers were convenient. He felt pressure within his bladder when he exerted a certain level of physical activity. The only way to relieve that pressure would be to wet himself. Whenever he used his diaper on the field, Chance took a moment to dig his legs into the turf, spread his legs a little, and empty out his mind of any intrusive thoughts and overcalculations.

Chance took what little time he had to enjoy these simple pleasures and moments. His teammates looked at him from the corner of their eyes, snickering and sneering.

There was something oddly liberating about letting loose into his diaper with piss freely flowing from the tip of his cock and pooling around his unshaven balls. His diaper got warmer. It expanded out ever so slightly. But because of his jock keeping the diaper in place, Chance constantly felt the warm and squishy tightness of the diaper pressing against his crotch, rubbing against his needy shaft. Chance received constant affirmation that he belonged in diapers.

Every time he wet his diaper, Chance looked around the field, at the stands and all the flashing cameras that captured every moment. He sometimes wondered if the public knew he wore diapers. He'd look down at his waist and see the occasional leaky wet spot around his crotch. But no one paid any mind. It was just sweat, they figured. That's all it could possibly be, right? He'd work himself up with sexual intrigue by playing out risque scenarios in his head. What would it take for everyone to discover that he wore diapers?

There was a part of Chance that wanted the public to know that he wore diapers. He didn't believe his career as an athlete would be over if his humiliating secret was revealed, but he pondered what his life would be like with fans associating him with diapers. It would be impossible for him to ever escape that association. The only way to cope would be to continue wearing diapers and accept being branded as a diaper boy.

The arousing fantasies constantly swirling in his mind proved distracting.

Since he started wearing diapers more frequently, his on-field performance started to wane. Wearing something thick between his legs was challenging enough. But after having his so-called "accidents," his diaper sagged. It was heavier. Because of that, Chance struggled to move or react quickly. Chance was easily outmaneuvered by opponents he knew were not as nimble as he was. He struggled to make the adjustments he needed to make and his team ultimately suffered because of that.

Chance's team and coaching staff were increasingly frustrated with him. For half of the games that season, Chance had to be benched. He looked on from the sidelines with mixed emotions and watched as his second-string replacement, a nervous rookie, successfully executed plays more consistently than him - someone with less experience in professional football than him.

Despite wrestling with some guilt for not performing up to his team's expectations, Chance was delighted to see his team win. He watched the game like a fan in the stands, but desired to be part of the action and included. Chance knew that he'd have to make a personal sacrifice and place his diapers on the sidelines if that meant it would improve his in-game performance.

The team knew about his quirk. How could they not? There was no point in hiding it. He got dressed and undressed in the locker room like everyone else. He fibbed to his teammates about the reason he wore diapers, claiming he suffered a spinal injury when he was younger and suffered incontinence as a result. Well, actually, the claim was half-true. He did suffer a spinal injury when he was on the high school varsity football team. While he recovered in the hospital, Chance was forced to wear diapers. Though he never suffered from urinary incontinence and fully recovered, the diapers remained.

Chance's teammates begrudgingly accepted his weird circumstances and tried their best to wrap their collective heads around it. One of their teammates wore diapers, which were clearly used. They all saw the damp yellow blotches of piss that constantly threatened to permeate through the diaper's outer plastic shell. They could smell the scent of musk and piss trapped inside his soggy diaper every time they got close to him. They sometimes pondered if the yeen would ever dare to soil his diaper. Now that would be a sight to behold. A visible droop in the back of his seat. Maybe he'd be so embarrassed by messing his diaper that he would suck his thumb and whine for someone to change him.

Ah, but teammates shouldn't dwell on one of their own like that. That's gross! That's what they tell themselves anyway. That poor bastard is dealing with enough as is. However, when Chance struggled on the field, his teammates were less than forgiving. And every time there are a bunch of guys together in the locker room, teasing is naturally bound to happen. Chance was not exempt.

"I hope that nice mess in your diaper was worth it," Darren Jordan, the team tiger quarterback, quipped as he walked past Chance.

"Really, bro?" Chance snapped back. "I didn't mess though. I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, okay," Darren said sarcastically as he snapped a towel at Chance's backside. "Thought you did because you stunk up the game." Darren snarled at him. "Like capital S STUNK!" He started laughing at Chance. "I don't know about you, bro, but if I piss and shit myself and that load is bouncing around back there in my diaper, I'd have a real hard time moving around. I'd be scared to hit the ground like squish!" Darren let out a belly laugh.

"Sounds like you put some thought into this."

"Oh, a hundred percent only because I'm trying to figure out how you went from being the ace to the joker after only a few games."

The locker room was buzzing with chatter. Some were talking about the game, reviewing plays, successes and failures, while others were more interested in making dinner plans or heading back home for some much-needed R&R. Chance normally didn't make much conversation with anyone while he was changing clothes and diapers. He had his own ritual, which naturally isolated him from everyone else. That said, he wasn't shy about making small talk while changing; he simply preferred not to.

Unlike most of his team, Darren regularly had an up-close and personal view of Chance's diaper. After all, Darren's locker was next to his and the nearest teammate's locker was about four feet away. They sat next to each other while changing, so Darren had a more intimate view, whether he liked it or not.

Darren was the type of athlete that tried his best not to gawk at others in the locker room. But when he had the misfortune of accidentally fixing his gaze on his naked teammates, with their dicks swinging back and forth and hairy balls hanging low, Darren turned red. The tiger had a strong suspicion that he was gay, but he felt obligated to put on his heteronormative mask. He had to be a man. He had to look tough and be tough. But what really started to chip away at his veneer was Chance, who was not only handsome, he wore something that kept attracting Darren's undivided attention for reasons he couldn't completely understand.

He noticed the yeen's diaper was usually soaked. He could tell by the clear yellow stains in the front and how the diaper's heavy mid-section seductively swung back and forth with every step Chance took. That diaper was worn by someone who was willing to go the distance and make it as full as possibly before he required a change. There was something truly brazen about the whole thing. Chance's shamelessness and willingness to waddle around the team in soaked diapers was absolutely captivating. And it was possible that Chance's diaper had a nice smell. The only way he would know is if his muzzle was close enough to inspect.

But why, in the world, did he want to know?

Chance could sense Darren's wandering eyes; that made him anxious. But what made him more anxious was the dull pains in his stomach, which wandered lower and lower. Pressure was rising. Chance remembered that when he was tackled in-game by the other team on a play, he was hit in the stomach and knocked onto the ground. Pressure from the impact contributed to his stomach pains, which eventually triggered the need to void his bowels as soon as possible.

He looked up and to his left, noting the restroom was down the hall and slightly out of reach. Not enough time. Realizing what was about to happen next, Chance gritted his teeth. He lifted his tail, bent his knees slightly, closed his eyes and pushed. That was all he could do in the moment; that big load had to come out. He could deal with the consequences later.

He let out a noisy toot into the back of his diaper. The noise caught Darren's ear. Darren whipped his head around and faced Chance. Teammates nearby saw him bend his knees and squat down between his locker door and the bench. Maybe he was picking up something from off the ground.

It couldn't be - no, he wouldn't do that, would he?

Darren heard the sound of an audible plop and noticed the back of Chance's diaper suddenly expand. Chance let out a relieved sigh and he rubbed his full seat with a complicated mix of emotions: embarrassment, intrigue and excitement. This would mark the first time he soiled his diaper around his teammates. The yeen couldn't help but rub the front of his diaper, which was apparently tented.

"Hold up. You liked doing that, didn't you?" Darren asked him. "What the hell, man?"

"I don't know," Chance sputtered unconvincingly. "It just happened and -"

"No. Clearly you're fucking hard." Darren pointed to the diaper tenting. "All this time."

"That's not true," Chance sputtered.

"Bullshit." Chance couldn't even muster enough energy to pretend to deny emphatically.

"Dude, come on."

The back-and-forth went on for a bit. Neither side was giving an inch. But once he walked up to Chance and got right up to the yeen's face, Darren suddenly stopped. He looked into Darren's eyes and started breathing heavily. He looked down at Chance's diaper and noted how full it looked. Gravity was pulling the heavy diaper down and the tapes were hanging on for dear life. One more wetting and that diaper would surely fall to the porcelain mosaic tiled floor with an excruciatingly loud thud.

Their muzzles were close enough for a kiss to happen. Now who was going to make the first move?

Before he could do anything that he might regret, Darren took a step back and analyzed the situation before him.

Darren began to realize the power he now had over Chance. At that moment, only he knew that Chance actually got off on wearing and using diapers. Everyone else was blissfully unaware. He knew Chance's real secret. There was leverage.

"You should change out of that, baby," Darren growled.

A shirtless and muscular Darren stood beside him with his arms crossed, waiting patiently for Chance to unfasten his diaper and reveal to everyone in the locker room that he truly was hard. Chance felt his heart racing with excitement as he felt Darren's glare and heard the footsteps of curious teammates approaching him. An unfortunate conversation started. Jokes were thrown around. There was whispering. Everyone was talking about him now.

Chance hurriedly unfastened his diaper tapes and removed it from his waist. The dirty diaper slipped from his paws and landed on the concrete floor with a predictable squish. The team clearly saw Chance's fully formed erection, still dribbling piss from the tip of his sweat and piss-covered shaft. The dampened inner-padding was fully exposed for everyone to see. His particular odor was unveiled. Some teammates held their noses while others were drawn closer to him. But to Chance and Darren's surprise, everyone was smiling.

Chance's paws began to shake when he reached into his opened gym bag for wipes, lotion, baby powder and a fresh diaper. Darren looked back at his teammates, flashed a wide grin, nodded and gave a thumbs up to them. Then he shifted his focus back onto Chance.

"I see you're a little nervous. Let me help you with that, champ," he said to Chance.

Chance was shocked by Darren's proposition. He can't be serious, right? Darren noticed Chance's hesitation and picked up the fresh diaper placed on the bench. He pointed at the diaper and then pointed at Chance. The team cheered.

Chance noticed the tiger's sexually enticing eyes, his lowered brow and inviting gaze. Until this very moment, Chance never imagined Darren as anything more than a teammate. He looked at the tiger with his tailhole tightly puckered and an insatiable itch that needed scratching. His natural instinct was to obey the greater carnivore.

Behind Darren were a couple of teammates who were excited enough to reach into their pants, bring out their dicks and casually stroke themselves. Everyone's desires were laid bare and absolutely nothing was held back. This would mark the first time Chance truly felt he belonged on the team - now that he no longer felt he needed to suppress this side of himself. Darren felt the same way. He looked around and saw a team who was far more sexually fluid than he realized. Now he was empowered and ready to pounce on his crinkly prey.

"Lay on your back on the bench."

"Yes sir."

Chance followed his first order without delay. Darren, who tried his best to play it cool, was starting to sweat a little. With his teammates swarming him, the tiger felt pressure. He felt more pressure to follow through now than during the game! He had to improvise. He had to back up that feline swagger with some confidence.

Darren carefully grabbed some wipes and carefully rubbed Chance down. The yeen made a thorough mess. A shower would've been Darren's preferred method for cleanup, but there was too much momentum on the spot to hit the brakes. He accessed the yeen's backside by lifting up his legs and spreading them out. He used the wipes to carefully and thoroughly clean him up. The smell was undeniably there. A little more intense than he expected, but he was determined to keep going. Because he was already used to Chance's musk - being in close quarters in the locker room with a bunch of other guys - he saw a clear path through.

Darren heard Chance breathing heavily from the close intimate contact. Seeing Chance squirm gave him an opportunity to hover his head over the yeen's muzzle. Chance began whimpering and flattening his ears. Darren let his hot breath caress Chance's snout as he was only a few inches away from a good kiss.

"Honestly, I like dirty boys who like being dirty," Darren admitted in a soft and seductive tone. "I have some big plans for you."

Once he was done wiping down Chance, Darren shook the bottle of baby powder over Chance's crotch and smothered the powder into his skin. Darren made sure to remove his dirty football gloves first so he could better appreciate the texture of his running back's piss-soaked, matted fur; the sufficiently moist and unkempt pubic hair; the warm wetness covering the taint. For a brief moment, Darren contemplated giving Chance's musky rocket a taste.

Then came the diaper. He watched Chance change his diaper enough times to figure out the process, but he lacked muscle memory. To compensate for his inexperience, Darren took his time. This would also be the first time he actually felt an adult diaper. He was impressed by the thickness and the comfortable plastic-backed texture. He understood why Chance liked wearing diapers so much. Anyone could simply go in the diaper and the diaper could take it all - at least in theory anyway. He could only imagine what it must've felt like to use them, just letting it go into his diaper and emptying his mind of any thoughts.

Darren opened up the diaper and fluffed it out before sliding the open side underneath Chance, leaving the tape wings exposed. He carefully applied the tapes onto the shiny-looking front landing zone. Top tapes were applied first. Then the bottom ones. Noticing the tapes could be readjusted, he took a shot at readjusting them to ensure a more snug fit. Once the deed was done, Darren gave Chance's freshly diapered crotch a celebratory squeeze and the team cheered once more.

Darren gave Chance a moment to collect himself and sit back up. But he wasn't done with him. Nope. Not by a longshot.

Darren circled around Chance and scratched his fuzzy chin with contemplation. Their teammates were chuckling softly under their breath. He rubbed his paws together and licked his lips, deciding on a punishment for the diaper-loving pervert. This was a pervert who deceived everyone into thinking he was incontinent. As a result of his deception, the team was forced to deal with Chance's in-game issues that threatened to derail everything - their season, their playoff prospects, and any chemistry on the team. There was needless friction. Surely, there needed to be some sort of accountability.

Suddenly, Darren had an idea. "You know what I think?" Darren said. "I think we have ourselves a urinal."

The word "urinal" jolted Chance. He felt blood rushing from his face to the center of his loins. He wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. The thought of someone else using his diaper as a urinal? It was such an arousing thought, it was practically inconceivable. Cold sweat formed around the back of his neck. Being described or deemed as a "urinal" made him shiver with anticipation. He didn't push back. In fact, he wasn't quite sure what to say other than simply obey.

One teammate could be heard saying, "I need to take a piss real bad, actually."

"I do too," Darren said. "I was about to head to the actual urinals and thought, 'You know what?' Why not?"

Chance was briefly overwhelmed with anticipation. He was going to be used! Marked! Treated like an object of pure convenience. His eyes were quickly darting around the room as his teammates began to squirm and shift their weight from one foot to the other. There was a clear sense of urgency.

Darren let out a nice sigh. He calmly walked up to Chance, pulled out his girthy tiger cock from his pants, and guided it into the diaper. Darren did his best to pull his foreskin back from the tip. Chance looked down and felt the quarterback's fleshy stick pressing against his skin, just underneath his belly button. When Darren started to pee, Chance was pleasantly overwhelmed by the warmth he felt. There was a heavy flow. The diaper could handle the abuse. It was certainly thick enough to.

The diaper loudly hissed, gurgled and choked on the sheer force of Darren's piss raining into Chance's diaper. Chance was quickly losing his composure as his hardened cock was thoroughly drenched. He got so excited that he wanted to jerk himself off while his team looked on. The yeen liked being a urinal and no longer cared if anyone else knew. He was pent-up and ready to blow. The more nervous he was, the calmer Darren became. Chance's anxiety-riddled submissiveness was feeding into the tiger's cool and calculating dominance.

After Darren was finished, the newly christened team urinal was approached from behind by another teammate: Jack Curry, the gator outside linebacker. Chance briefly turned around and saw Jack's toothy grin.

"I noticed the back was available," Jack said. "But you're our urinal. I don't need to ask for your permission. Here. Hold my smelly jockstrap while I take a nice piss."

Jack set the jockstrap over Chance's muzzle. The team laughed. All Chance could see was Jack's defiled protective cup, barely covered by a thin layer of polyester. The gator clearly pissed himself during the game, but lacked the comfort of wearing a diaper. The jock certainly reeked, but it was a smell that Chance was now allowed to inhale and enjoy.

When Jack began to piss, Chance's diaper was hissing and gurgling almost immediately. Obviously, the diaper was much thicker than before. It was far from full capacity, but it was heavy enough for his leg gathers to swing low. Jack brought his own unique scent to the party. A darkly, richer scent. This was a gator who wasn't afraid to get naughty. The big scaly creature rubbed Chance's forehead and slapped the front of Chance's diaper the moment he wrapped up.

Player after player took turns, using his diaper as their personal urinal. It didn't take long for the diaper to leak onto the floor and form a large pool of urine around his feet. Eventually, Chance's diaper would fall from his waist and land on the floor from the added weight. Darren would return to change him again. And every time he did, Darren became more competent with performing the task - and he enjoyed doing it!

The impromptu urinal session would last for approximately ten minutes.

Most of the team took the opportunity to empty their bladders into Chance's many diapers. Some players would piss so exhaustively that Chance's diaper would leak almost immediately within seconds. Chance didn't have much time to react to every instance when he was used. In fact, any sense of self was given into the lust. The team broke him and made him a urinal who no longer had a name or deserved one.

At one point, Chance found himself blowing his teammates. Thick, meaty and tasty cocks surrounded him. When he was ordered to blow, he delivered. When they told him to swallow, he swallowed. Copious amounts of salty, dense and creamy cum was poured down his throat. Every time someone finished inside of his eager maw, Chance happily surrendered to his unrelenting queerness. He was actually proud to serve his teammates in such a humiliating way. He was stunned by his complete, unwavering submissiveness.

He couldn't remember exactly how many dicks he sucked that day. Such a number count didn't matter anyway.

There were discussions about placing Chance in the team laundry cart, which would be turned into a large makeshift diaper pail. And during the game, while everyone else was playing, he would be restrained and locked inside of the pail, covered in diapers - because that is exactly what the pervert deserved. He didn't belong on the field. And if he wanted to earn his place back on the team, he would have to comply. Perhaps he would need to be caged so his arousal was permanently in check. No more in-game distractions.

The coach, a tall red and black dragon, approached Chance, Darren and the others. Volt Ashkore approached Chance with his hands in his pocket. His red and blue hedochromatic eyes were like bright lasers that were trained on Chance, who was - at that point - crumpled on the floor, covered in likely gallons of piss and cum.

Volt walked over to Chance, got down on one knee, and lovingly caressed his chin. "I knew all along," Volt said. "I knew you were a little freak the moment I first laid my eyes on you. I didn't say anything because, well, I was trying to be considerate.

"I hoped you would figure out a way to balance your carnal desires with your commitment to the game, but you struggled. I wasn't happy about that." Volt chuckled softly. "But it looks like the team decided to administer a rather fitting and filthy punishment.

"You're going to need to do one more thing before we leave you to your devices."

Volt stood up, calmly unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs, and revealed to Chance that he was also wearing a diaper. "Do you know what this is, urinal?"

A defeated and drenched Chance looked up, saw Volt's diaper and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"And do you know what I'm going to be doing with this diaper?"

"No."

"Your face is going to be my toilet seat."

Volt lowered himself onto Chance's face, squatted down and relieved himself. All Chance could see was total darkness. All he could feel was ever-intensifying warmth. All he could smell was the dragon's domineering scent, filling his nostrils with reckless abandon. There was no hope for escape. Volt's soaked diaper practically melted over Chance's face. Chance felt his cock getting harder by the second, throbbing occasionally, and readying for one of the most intense climaxes he was going to have in his life. He heard Volt teasing him in a lowered voice.

"You like that, don't you? I've been holding my bladder for a few hours now. Good thing I did. Oh - and what's this? I think I've sprung a leak. Oh dear." Volt expressed his concerns sarcastically.

The moment Chance felt Volt's piss cascading down from his moist leg gathers was when he finally came. No pawing required. There was only a fierce desire to release. His orgasm left him breathless. He usually moaned when he climaxed. This was different. This orgasm was a full-body excursion that left him weak in his knees and drained. There was no energy left to deny the events that just transpired. There was no desire left to resist or even disagree. There was only unbridled acceptance that he was the team urinal and that he would always be the team urinal.

"We're going to have so much fun with you, urinal," Volt told him. "This is only the beginning."