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Christmas Feast

By Zrathie

The Christmas dinner party had just begun. Jamie, the red fox, was seated at the centre of the table. To his left, the wolves, Danny and Vincent, were seated across from each other. Danny was a muscular, tan-furred wolf; his partner Vincent was just as built but had black fur.

To Jamie's right was the empty chair where his dire-wolf boyfriend, David, had been sitting. In the seat across was another red fox named Jason. Jason was Danny and Vincent's little. A fox with a thing for age play and adult diapers, but today, he was dressed in the most adult clothes Jamie had seen him wear: jeans and a white shirt.

The guests were engaged in small talk and safe topics such as the weather and traffic conditions. For Jamie, he was more keen on watching the clock. A small digital clock sat on a shelf near some potted plants on outdoor shelves. It didn't display the time but a countdown. The fox watched the clock as it slowly ticked down by 15 minutes.

The reason for Jamie's clock-watching is the bondage game he is playing with David. Jamie was covertly wearing a thick adult diaper under some loose clothing. He was discreetly bound to his dining chair with an electromagnetic cuff wrapped around the base of his tail. He couldn't stand up without taking the chair with him.

David returned from the house; he eyed Jamie with a smirk, his bright red eyes meeting Jamie's gaze. He was carrying a small breadboard with a quarter wedge of brie cheese and water crackers. He placed it on the table before Jamie. The direwolf host returned to the house to gather more food and drink for his guests.

Jamie took the cheese knife from the board and began slicing the brie, adding a slice to each cracker. He begins to munch them down. One at a time. Another rule of the game was he had to eat every piece of food or drink any glass of drink placed before him. This was regardless of how much he needed the restroom.

"Excuse me, Jamie, where's the toilet?" asked Jason.

"The first door on the right after you enter the back door," said Jamie.

Jamie looked up to see that Jason had left for the toilet. It made sense that a diaper-lover fox like him didn't have a large bladder capacity. Jason is the first to add to Jamie's countdown clock. Jamie watched the timer go up by thirty minutes. Jamie guessed there must be a motion sensor on the bathroom door logging every second time it opened.

"See, we haven't removed his bladder control, but our training has shrunk it down a bit," said Danny.

"The lifestylers don't know what they are asking for when they want to be diaper-dependent," added Vincent.

David returned from the kitchen. He was carrying a tall glass of coke and offered it to Jamie. Jamie nodded as he accepted the drink. The ice clinked inside the glass as he drank it.

Jason walked back and took his seat. David must have been the next creature to head to the toilet because Jamie looked up to see that more time had been added to his predicament.

"You should drink something healthier than coke, Jamie," said Danny, pouring Jamie a large orange juice.

The tan wolf placed the glass in front of Jamie. The tall glass of orange juice is somewhat menacing for Jamie. A threat for a creature trying to keep their diaper dry. Nevertheless, He began to drink it as he scanned the backyard for anybody leaving for the toilet.

The guests continued to chat, and Jamie breathed a sigh of relief, especially since he had started to feel a twinge in his bladder.

Jamie is offered another tall glass, this time of lemonade. By the time he emptied the glass, he felt that he was well on the way to needing to piss.

As Danny walked past the toilet door, more time was added to the clock. The tan wolf returned and began picking at peanuts in a bowl.

David returned with the first of the hot foods. David loaded Jamie's plate with a heaped amount of food. It was roast chicken with gravy and Hasselback potatoes and pumpkin.

Jamie squirmed in his seat at the sound of another glass of coke poured for him. His bladder is actively reminding him of his need to pee as he lapped up the surgery soft drink.

Jamie repressed the urge to growl as Vincent left for the restroom. He was down to about 30 minutes, and now the time left had been doubled.

The guests grew quiet as they tucked into the first hot meal of the party. Jamie had a lot of food to work with and began devouring the loaded plate before him. Jamie was hungry, and the finger food wasn't cutting it. He was glad to feel the moist, delicious chicken in his maw.

"You have to try this," says Danny.

Jamie is handed a small glass of grape soda. He whips his head back and drinks it like a shot of alcohol. The fox slowly brought his slender legs closer together while this drink added to his needy bladder. He is confident he can make it now that the clock is back down to 30 minutes remaining.

However, the fox's confidence was shattered when David poured out a full glass for the fox. Seeing how fast he had drunk the smaller one.

Jamie was in a real struggle with his bladder now. Sure, he had the option to piss, but the struggle was where the fun was. His foot paws became clammy as he concentrated on actively holding his bladder.

"Say, Danny. Has anyone sneaked off to pee in the toilet while roleplaying at yours?" asked David.

"Yes, some try, but we usually have them in a level of bondage that stops them from sneaking toilet visits. We keep the house toilets locked, and most of the time, we have them in a locking onesie," said Danny.

Jamie could feel his foot paws become sweaty from their previous clammy state as he battled his bladder throbs. This conversation wasn't helping.

"We've been able to time it right too, stick them in a hair chair or out in the locking swing out in our backyard," said Vincent.

"Oh yes, the swing has caused many a downfall. Often on the stoic ones back from a trip, and we head straight out to the yard instead of going inside," said Danny.

"The submissives we place in the swing don't last long. It's fun watching them twitch, and their sweaty paws give away how badly they need to wee," added Vincent.

Jamie took slow sips of his latest drink. He was getting quite twitchy. He rubbed his foot paws together, and his knees bounced.

"Speaking of car trips, those car seats you guys have are diabolical," said Jamie.

"It's my pet project; Vincent perfects a wetting or messing concoction while I work on the car seats. I've upgraded them since you rode in the car, Jamie," said Danny.

Jamie could see Jason's ears turn red, and both foxes knew what had happened the last time Jamie and Jason were in the back seat of the wolf's car.

Jamie was halfway through the glass when it happened. He must have been distracted, or his muscles had grown weary, but a trickle of piss escaped.

It only lasted a few seconds, but he had lost control there. Jamie held on as his bladder spasmed. But only for a few more minutes; his bladder had had enough, and he began to wet his diaper. He let out a prolonged jet clamping shut only to check his secret wetting wasn't being perceived by the table. A full bladder's worth of fox piss filled the hidden diaper.

Another guest left for the restroom, and more time was added. Jamie would have pissed himself even if he had held it before.

Jamie was offered a large glass of water. The fox was keenly aware of the state of his diaper. It felt a tad soggy but far from leaking.

Another large plate of food was placed in front of the fox. This time, it is a large slice of lasagna with a serving of peas and potato salad. Jamie surveyed the guests as he ate, and they seemed non-the-wiser to his public wetting.

Jamie was offered a cup of coffee and enjoyed it, seeing the short time he had left.

With a soft click, the tail cuff opened. Jamie stood up, and nobody questioned him as he walked towards the house. For all they could tell, Jamie needed the bathroom as everyone else had. Jamie headed to the master bedroom ensuite bathroom. It was accessed from his bedroom, which was much more private than the main bathroom.

Jamie closed the bedroom door and stripped out of his bulky clothing. First came the Christmas sweater, then the loose baggy pants. He looked across in the mirror at his vulpine form. The crotch of his diaper is yellowed from his pee but, thankfully, nothing else. He stepped out of his pants and moved towards the ensuite bathroom.

The fox stripped out of his diaper and had a quick shower before returning to the party.