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Chapter 1: The Exam

Time was running out. The thick, untamed greyish/brown hair blew in the wind as Aspen sprinted to his Psychology class. A cool fall breeze brushed around his light blue "Pup's University" hoodie that he proudly wore, though it was complimentary upon him attending this campus. His beige joggers rustled back and forth, struggling to keep up with his lightning fast pace. He raced past many other dogs, all looking at him in confusion as they strolled on to their class.

"Why's he gotta run?" some asked.

Well, this wasn't the only test that he had bolted to today. In fact, he had a reputation of waiting too long before leaving his dorm, and rushing to get to class every time because of it. You'd think by the end of the semester he'd have corrected this, but he had not. Luckily, this was his last one. Once he had this test finished, he could finally head home for the winter, or at least he wished such.

He used to stay with his parents on breaks, though they no longer wanted him around. They were not supportive of his career: Aspen wanted to be a musician. He was going to college to pursue his dreams, hoping to learn how to make it big, but his dwindling streams showed little success. "This is only my first semester. I'll get better." he affirmed himself, though he failed to believe it.

WOOSH. The door to the psychology lecture hall swung open with only a minute to spare. Professor Mr. Shepherd gave him a glare of displeasure, but gave him the exam with no comments. Aspen sat quietly alongside his classmates. They all swung open their test books in tandem, and pencils scratched along the paper.

"Oh god". Aspen sat staring at the first question. He spent all week studying for this: after countless rumors from his dorm mates telling him that this was one of the hardest exams, he felt like he needed to. Not to mention the 3-4 hours it takes to complete. The rumors were true, and the exam did not fail in stumping Aspen. He took a quick glance at his classmates paper: they were already 10 questions in. At this glance, though, the classmate saw this cheating gaze and shielded their quiz, giving him a disapproving glare for good measure.

The sweat began to dampen Aspen's fur, and the hoodie seemed ever so warm all of the sudden. It could've been the professor's stare, always seeming to pay close attention to Aspen, but he began to feel warmer...uncomfortably so. He wiped away the sweat and began thinking hard. He may not know the answers but he will try his best. One question after another, Aspen begins to let his pencil flow, landing on question 46/120 on hour 1. He was quite proud of how far he had come.

As he flipped his page, he felt a slight discomfort come over him. It wasn't the look of the professor or surrounding classmates. No: it was his bladder. With his two previous tests today, he felt obligated to make more than a few coffee runs. But this was a mistake, as his caffeinated bladder seemed only to grow more full by the minute. So much so that he couldn't focus. Minutes passed and he only managed to answer a question or two before promptly raising his hand.

Professor Shepherd approaches. "What is it?" he asks.

"Oh uhh, can I go to the restroom?" Aspen urges.

Shepherd points his paws towards the board, where large letters written in marker read "You have 4 hours. No Breaks. No Leaving. No exceptions." This made the weight of Aspen's bladder grow larger. The professor shuffled back to his desk, and Aspen returned his head to his exam. If only he could focus a little longer, he could finish the exam and go use the bathroom.

He scribbled again, and as another hour passed, 73 questions were answered. Over half way there, he could imagine escaping. Though now, his bladder was even more uncomfortable. The discomfort turned to pain, and his shaky legs crossed in desperation. Just a few more questions and he could relieve himself.

A classmate to his left worriedly asked "Are you ok?".

"I- I'm fine." Aspen lied, as his restricted his legs tighter.

30 more questions passed, as did 30 minutes, and Aspen was in the home stretch. His hands now quivering in discomfort. He continued scribbling on his paper, marking answer after answer. At this point, he was no longer mindful of his choices; instead, he was impulsive. Etching each mark, he slowly approached the end. His professor couldn't help but notice his tight, shaky legs and his uncomfortable expression on his face. Shepherd approached him, asking if he was ok.

"Hey dog, you alright?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm almost done." Aspen responded, his voice shaking as he filled in the 112 question bubble.

"Are you sure?" Shepherd asked.

At this point the entire class stopped, glancing back at Aspen to see what was going on.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." He said, still staring at his paper, trying to finish early.

The pressure was now overwhelming. He had to hurry. He wasn't going to make it.

"You know, I guess, if you really need to, you can go to the bathro-"

The professor paused. A faint hissing noise was coming from Aspen's lap. His eyes widened and his cheeks blushed. The faint hiss erupted into a loud pour. His once beige sweatpants had turned a bright, noticeable yellow. The class roared out laughter as Aspen wet his pants right in front of his professor. His fur now soaked, an odor of piss filled the room, some covering their nose. What fur wasn't soaked with piss, was soaked with sweat, as the countless eyes mocking him in this lecture hall had embarrassed him so greatly that he couldn't bare to look up.

"A- Aspen. You're excused." said Professor Shepherd.

Aspen quickly snatched his bag, laid his unfinished test in front of him, and swiftly left the classroom, as a trail of piss dripped from his soaked sweatpants.

Chapter 2: The Email

The once frigid air now blew upon Aspen's fur with a slight warmth as the sun had risen further. His yellow-stained sweatpants still dripping with pee as he quickly shuffled back to his dorm, placing his bag at his front in hopes of concealing his accident. As he continued, those who previously gave him odd looks for rushing now pointed and laughed.

"Looks like that pup wet himself." Aspen heard one say, as his cheeks bloomed red.

Crashing into his dorm with a trail of urine and a pungent odor, Aspen through the door open and quickly shut it behind him. Across the room, another dog, Cedar, swiveled his chair around to face Aspen. His thick brown fur and wide, athletic build sat in front of Aspen, staring.

"Whoaa. Did the little guy piss himself?" he said teasingly.

"Shut up." Aspen remarked, quickly shutting him down.

Aspen and Cedar had a long history. They first met on the playground in 2nd grade. The game was freeze tag, and they bumped into each other while hiding. They made a promise to always unfreeze the other if they were to get tagged. Hidden behind a bench, they were never found, and they spent their time chatting about their favorite power rangers.

This friendship blossomed further into their early teen years, as Cedar would come over all the time, and they would sit and play video games for hours on ending, shoving bottomless chips into their hungry mouths. Their relationship was very close, and they would often share secrets with each other. Early on, Aspen revealed that he still wet the bed, a problem continuing until about a year or two into high school. When Cedar would stay the night, he got used to laying across from a pullup-wearing pup, even when he'd already moved on to big boy undies. Never once did he make fun of Aspen for this, which made Aspen comfortable around him; like they could truly be themselves. A bond unbroken since.

Aspen slipped his beige trousers off and tossed them into the hamper, uncovering his bright yellow-stained, warm, soaked tighty whities.

"I don't think that stain will come out, bud." Cedar said, comfortingly.

Aspen's mood seemed down at this fact, as he hated to see any clothing items be ruined forever. Cedar gently rose and went over to Aspen's dresser, grabbing a clean pair of whities and sitting down again, motioning for Aspen to come to him. Aspen quickly slipped his hoodie off, also tossing it in the hamper, and shuffled to Cedar. Cedar gripped Aspen's waistband and slid them down his furry thighs and under his feet, then Cedar threw them aside and pulled up the clean pair of undies along Aspen's calves and up to his groin.

"There we go, pup." Cedar announced, flicking the waistband teasingly.

"Thanks" Aspen voiced.

Cedar grabbed the soaked undies, put it up to his snout, and took a whiff of the piss-stained crotch.

"Eughh!" he blurted, continuing "Dude if you have another accident like this we might as well put you back in diapers." he joked.

The joke wasn't received well, as Aspen turned to look at him with a hostile glare. Aspen returned to his desk in his clean undies, though the faint smell of pee still lingered in his fur. He opened his laptop to email Professor Shepherd, apologizing and asking for a retake. Though, to his surprise, an email already had been sent to him regarding his incident.

From: Birch Shepherd

To: Aspen Huskus

Subject: Finals Extension

I am reaching out to contact you about the incident that occurred in today's lecture. Upon reflecting, I should have allowed you to excuse yourself upon your request. In the future, I can ensure it won't happen again. I understand that the circumstances created difficulty in completing your final, and for that, I will extend your deadline. Unfortunately, the semester has concluded, meaning my previous lecture hall is no longer a venue I can occupy, though I still am required to spectate your work. I have discussed with the board and they said it would be reasonable to complete the exam in a place such as my home, and we have arranged a time. If you still want to retake your exam, you can do so tonight at 7pm at my home (191 Mutt Road). I hope to see you then.

Best wishes,

Shepherd,

Philosophy Dept.

"What is it?" Cedar asks.

"My professor said I could retake my final" Aspen said, eyes glued to the screen.

"Oh is that what this is about?" Cedar further asked, holding up Aspen's soaked undies.

Aspen blushed and stuttered "Yeah I-uh...I wet myself during the final".

"Aww. Pup. Don't worry man, I'm sure nobody noticed." Cedar attempted to comfort Aspen.

"They noticed." Aspen affirmed, "but the Professor said I could retake it tonight at his place."

"Are you gonna?" Cedar inquired.

"Uhh, yeah well I guess I have to." Aspen shrugged, "it's at 7."

Aspen looked back at the email, reread it, and marked down the address in his phone.

The clock hands circled and eventually it was 6:43pm.

"Aight, I'm gonna head out bro." Aspen said, slipping into jeans and a white t-shirt, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"You should prob pack an extra pair of these." Cedar teased, tossing a pair of tighty whities onto Aspen's snout. He flicked them off his nose and jokingly flipped Cedar off as he exited thru the door.

Chapter 3: The Do-Over

The crisp winter air gently grazed Aspen's fur. He stood in his basic outfit, a slight shiver pulsing through his body, as he stood at Professor Shepherds door. The doorbell seemed so tempting, but maybe it was too formal? Maybe a knock would be better? Maybe Aspen should just call him. He stood there at the doorstep.

The door swung open before Aspen could choose. "You're here! Wonderful! Come in! Come in!" the professor invited him in.

"Please pay no attention to the toys everywhere, it's hard raising toddlers." Shepherd remarked, shoveling aside the kids toys lying on the floor, paving a path to the dining room table.

"Have a seat." he said warmly.

"Thank you. And again, thanks a ton for letting me retake this final Mr. Shepherd." Aspen exclaimed.

"Yeah, of course. Accidents happen." the professor assured.

Aspen blushed at this comment, and the faint allusion to his bladder incontinence. Though, he brushed it off as the papers of the exam were laid in front of him.

"Since you began to feel stressed about half way through the exam, we'll just pick up there. I have questions 61-120 in the test booklet. You may begin" Shepherd explained.

Aspen began immediately, and he took this exam very seriously. Every question was read twice over, and each answer was reasonably evaluated. After only an hour, Aspen was done.

"Finished!" he exclaimed.

The Professor reached for the test and slipped it into his work folder. "Thank you. Do you feel alright about it?"

"Yeah, I mean, I think I did good." Aspen went on.

"Well great"

Aspen excused himself and began walking towards the door.

"Leaving so soon?" the professor said.

"Oh...uh...yeah I mean I don't have anything left to do right?" Aspen asked cautiously.

"Well no, but I'd be a bad host if I had made you feel welcome. Please, have a seat in my living room, if you can ignore the mess." Shepherd joked.

"Oh, no need for all that sir, I'm fine." Aspen explained, hoping to leave.

"No, please, I insist."

Aspen sat on the couch, scooting aside a toy firetruck lying on the cushion, and faced the television. The Professor entered in a short moment later with a glass of water in hand.

"Here."

Aspen took the water and thanked him. The professor sat down in a recliner and flicked the channel to sports.

"You fancy football?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm a fan." Aspen said, lying. "So, uh, I didn't know you had kids."

"Well, I'm babysitting. They're asleep now, it's well past their bedtime. They're definitely a piece of work, though."

Aspen's attempt at conversation failed, and it had ended so sudden.

"Dammit!" Shepherd yelled at the television, "Apologies for my language, I get really engaged."

"No worries." Aspen assured, sipping the last of his water.

The professor notices, offering "Would you like something else to drink?"

Aspen, still a little parched, "Would it be too much to ask for milk?"

"Not a problem." Shepherd leaves and re-enters with a glass of milk.

"Thank you."

Aspen takes a few sips of the drink. On the screen, it's a close game. PupU versus DC: 31 to 30, last 10 minutes. He sinks into the now so comfy couch cushion, eyes glued to the screen, wondering alongside Shepherd on who would win. His once relaxed posture now leans forward, on the edge of his seat. As the last few minutes play out, he notices his bladder building in pressure. "I'll relieve myself after the game," he thought. Fourth down, 31 to 31, PupU at the twenty-yard line. Going...going...going...SCORE!

Aspen and Shepherd jump into the air, celebrating. Aspen's mind then shifts focus to the potty.

"Where's your bathro-" He begins to ask. Though he pauses, his knees begin to bend, his head swirls, and his eyes darken; he falls back. Aspen passed out.

...

The sun burst through the windows in sharp beams, cutting through the haze and striking onto Aspen's forehead. He begins to bat his eyes and stretch, though his yawn alerts him to a foreign object in his mouth.

"Hmph?" He murmurs, looking down his face and feeling the pacifier secured between his lips covered in saliva.

He looks around him, realizing the red plastic encasing his twin-sized bed, noticing the shape of a racecar. Looking around, he saw an enticing box of toys, a playmat, and a Paw Patrol plushy. His gaze averts from his surroundings to the uncovered sheets around his body, revealing he was missing a shirt and pants. All that was on him: a soaked Spiderman-Pullup between his furry thighs.

The door creaks open, exposing Aspen to a familiar visitor.

"Mornin' lil' puppy! Sleep well?" asked Shepherd.

Chapter 4: Poker Face

Professor Shepherd now towered over Aspen, his face now blushing HARD.

"Looks like you were comfy last night, lil guy" Shepherd teased, slapping the front of Aspen's soaked pullup. The impact made his dick jolt in his wet undies and he let out a soft moan, muffled by his pacifier.

"Let's go eat some breakfast, okay puppy? Shepherd said, lifting Aspen in the air and carrying him to the kitchen, seating him in a high chair. He laid down a bottle of milk and a bowl of cheerios in front of him, before returning to the fridge in nothing but his camo jockstrap.

Aspen spit the pacifier out of his mouth, ready to speak up on his distaste. But he soon realized, his thoughts didn't translate as well as he wanted.

"Daddy, I don't want to be in pullups!"

What was that? The words of his rejection had been dumbed down while escaping his mouth, even adding a 'daddy' in there subconsciously.

"Aww, puppy. You need to learn to make it to the potty on time first, bud." Shepherd said, comforting him.

Aspen, lacking much sense of mind, realized he was thirsty. He grabbed the bottle and started sipping as Shepherd sat down across the table in his jock.

"Did you have any dreams last night, pup?" Shepherd inquired.

Aspen shook his head, denying any dreams. It was all blank for him: one second watching sports with his teacher, then the next waking up soaked in racecar bed.

"Hey-" Shepherd started, taking a bite of bacon, then continuing, "some friends are comin' up later to play some poker with me, just so you know."

Aspen thought, then realized; if people come into this home, they will see him---in his pullups. That can't happen, he thought, or he'd be the laughing stock of the town. As he pondered, Shepherd finished eating, then stood up in his jockstrap, furry bare chest expanding as stretched, and said, "Alright, bud-" clapping his hands together, "-time for a change."

Shepherd lifted Aspen again, taking him to the bathroom, and laying him on the floor. "Bum up, pup," he demanded, awaiting Aspen to lift his legs so he could slide the pullup off. Once off, Shepherd turned the used pullup inside out, revealing the soaked inside to Aspen, and chuckling, "Someone drank too much juice, didn't they?" Aspen giggled, though slightly embarrassed.

"What design you want for you fresh change, puppy? We've got Spiderman, Batman, Paw Patrol---" Shepherd said, cut off. "PAW PATROL!" Aspen exclaimed, excited. He noticed how odd it was; without a second thought, he got excited over what kind of pullups he got to wear. What was happening?

"Alright, pup, bum up one more time for daddy." Shepherd said, lifting Aspen's legs and slipping on a Paw Patrol themed pullup. "All clean, bet you feel much better now, don't 'cha?" Aspen nodded gleefully.

The doorbell rang, alerting the professor of his guests. "Come on, bud," he said, lifting Aspen in his arms as he walked to the door, opening it in nothing but his jockstrap to his poker friends. The small crowd erupted, barreling in the home, some carrying beers, others carrying cards.

"Aww. Who's this lil' guy?" One asked. "He's my new pup. Everyone, this is Aspen." Shepherd proclaimed, showing off Aspen to the crowd of middle-aged dogs. "He's so cute," said one. "Is he playin' too?" joked another.

The group of men set up their game in the dining room, some more helpful while others already began drinking their beers. They all eventually settled down, and as they sat, Shepherd reminded them: "Remember the dress code!" The group laughed as they all remembered to strip down to their underwear, some in grey boxers, some in tighty whities, even one in an adult-diaper.

The dealer began dealing the cards and the first round commenced. "I just wanna say, if anyone smells anything, I'm sorry in advance. This pup still ain't potty trained." Shepherd teased, gesturing towards Aspen who was now sitting on his lap, spectating, and developing a harsh blush. "It's alright, neither am I," one joked, eliciting laughter from the table.

The rounds continued, the table echoing phrases: "All in", "Fold", "Up". Some time passed, as did a few drinks, and soon the vibe became relaxed; allowing these bros to start being bros. Two of them got in an argument over the rules, causing a playful fight to begin between them, ending with one of them face down on the floor in the chokehold of another. Soon after, a stench arose at the table, causing Shepherd to be suspicious.

"What's that smell?" he said, "Puppy, did you have an accident?" Embarrassed, Aspen replied "No." Shepherd didn't believe him, lifting him in the air and sniffing his bum. "Not him." he affirmed. "Yeah, dude, I farted," a dog at the table admitted, laughing a little, as the dogs sitting next to him looked in a playful disgust. "Oh, are we letting 'em rip now?" another asked, raising his leg and letting out a fart, before laughing.

The amusement died down a little, and the rounds continued. Aspen began to feel that milk he drank earlier go through him. Not long after, the table randomly began hear a faint hissing noise, and Shepherd noticed his lap begin to warm. "Seems like we got a wetter," one of the dogs said, chuckling. "Oh, yeah. Looks like my pup had an accident. Hey, buddy, are you going number one right now?" Shepherd asked, already knowing the answer. "No," Aspen replied shyly, his blush now radiating red. "Are you sure?" Shepherd teased, rubbing Aspen's pullup that was actively being soaked. Aspen giggled. "Ain't nothin' wrong bein' a soaker, lil' man, own up to it" said one of the dogs. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to change him in a minute," Shepherd warned.

Another round passed and the stench started back up. The dogs were gassing up the dining room, left and right, letting their gases loose. "Oh, that was a big one" one of the guys proclaimed. Shepherd even got in on it, ripping one out the back of his open jockstrap. "Hey, why don't we let the lil' man show us his gassiest fart?" one of the dogs suggested, laughing. "Yeah, pup, go ahead," Shepherd allowed, pushing him onto the table to let one rip on display. Aspen felt a good one coming: he knew it would shake the table and leave the room stinky for quite a while. The group of dudes egged him on as he squatted down, lifted one leg up, scrunched his face, and oh-

Aspen felt his pullup get every so slightly heavier as he let out something loud, being more than a fart. Aspen made a mess in his pullup. "Whoa-hoa!" a few dogs said, shocked. "Good one, lil guy," another said. Then it hit them, a smell like no other. The table erupted, impressed on what one little pup just did. "Gnarly!", "Wicked!" "Good job, lil bro!" the table praised, covering their noses. "Aw, fuck, did he shit himself?" Shepherd noticed, "Here, pup, come back to daddy, we gotta change you." "No, don't man, he's fine," one of the dogs said. "Yeah, dude, let him be a guy, don't make him change out of it," another argued.

Shepherd allowed the night to continue and for Aspen to stay in his wet, messy pullup. The table was still as lively as before, possibly more so. Dogs were laughing, joking, smiling, and just having a fun time. An hour passed before Shepherd couldn't handle it anymore, "I'm gonna go ahead and change him, he stinks real bad on my lap," he said, placing him down on the table and getting up to go get a change. He came back, noticeably with a bigger, fluffier diaper-not a pullup. "D-daddy, where's my fresh pullup?" Aspen asked. "Looks like your stinky behavior tonight got you demoted lil' guy," one of the dogs said to him. "Yup!" Shepherd affirmed. The table had to cover their nose once again, still impressed, as Aspen's messy, soaked pullup was removed, releasing an even worse smell. "Bum up, pup!" Shepherd, again, demanded as he slipped the diaper beneath Aspen, taping it around his bum after applying a lot of baby powder.

"All done!" Shepherd said, picking Aspen back up, "Alright guys, let's clean up and call it a night. I had tons of fun but I got to put this little guy to bed." "Aww, alrighty," some said, beginning to clean up as they all shuffled out of the house.

Shepherd carried Aspen back to his bedroom, laying him down in his racecar bed. "Did you have a good day today, pup?" he asked. Aspen nodded. Shepherd placed Aspen's pacifier back in his mouth, and laid a plushie by his side, tucking him in.

"Goodnight lil' puppy," Shepherd said. Aspen mumbled through his pacifier, "Goodnight daddy."

Chapter 5: Oh Brother!

DING!

The doorbell to Shepherd's front door rang, followed by a knock that was fed by aggression.

He got up from the recliner, pausing the football game, and grabbing some sweatpants off the floor, slipping them over his sweaty precum-stained jockstrap. He threw a tank top over his broad shoulders and answered the door.

"May I help you?"

A familiar face struck his eyes, Cedar stood at the door, wrangler jeans and white hoodie fitted tightly around his muscular, furry body.

"Where is he?" Cedar demanded, a stern look painted his face crimson red.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Aspen! Where is Aspen? He was with you the other night and he hasn't been back since. I've tried calling but it all goes to voicemail" his angry expression faintly concealing that of great concern.

"Oh dear. That sounds just awful. He came by a few nights ago to work on his exam and then he left shortly after. Haven't seen him since." Shepherd's deep, scholarly voice rumbled, expressing sympathy.

"Dammit!" Cedar yelped, placing his arms onto his neck, attempting to massage away the stress.

Shepherd stood, watching Cedar in distress, glancing back into his home...

"Why don't you come inside? We can discuss the details of that night and if we still can't figure out where he ran off to, we'll file a police report. Is that ok?" Shepherd offered.

Cedar stood, his mind racing, and out of desperation he chose to accept the offer. Stepping into his home, Cedar tiptoed over Legos and toy trucks.

"Sorry, my little one made a mess." Birch explained, shuffling to scoot aside the littered floor.

"Oh it's no issue, my house looked the same way when I was growing up." Cedar said, chuckling and grinning.

The professor cleared the table off, offered Cedar a seat, and set across from him. Cedar sat down, still pressing his paws into his neck and shoulders for comfort. It was obvious that he was stressed.

"Don't worry Cedar, we're gonna find him. He's likely just out with a relative or something; it IS the holidays after all."

"I know, I know. I just got a bad feeling about this, you know? Like you think he'd stop by the dorm and at least say bye."

"Could have been an emergency. Maybe a relative was in the hospital?"

"No, Aspen doesn't really talk to his family that much. Did he show any signs of stress that night? Did he hint as to where he was going?"

Shepherd explained, "Let me think. He stopped by, we talked about the exam, he sat down in the very seat you're sitting in, actually. I started my timer, he took the remaining portion of the quiz, I graded it, and he left. There wasn't much small talk."

Cedar anxiously grabbed a candy cane from the table's holiday-themed center piece, unwrapping and gnawing on it.

"Sorry, I get snacky when I'm stressed."

"Oh it's no worries. I was just about to dismantle that decoration anyways." Shepherd assured.

"Do you have anything to drink? I hate to be needy but I'm just really thirsty." Cedar requested.

"No problem, I think there is some beverages in the fridge. Would you like a cola?"

"That'd be great!"

Shepherd got up from the table and walked over to the fridge, concealing its contents with his big, furry body. He grabbed a can from the fridge and a glass from the cabinets, laying some ice into the cup and pouring the drink over the ice. Birch then grabbed a drink packet of what appeared to be sugar, pouring it into the glass and stirring it well.

"Here you go!" Shepherd said, handing Cedar the glass.

"Thanks!" Cedar exclaimed, taking a light sip, "So what is the next step? Do we file a missing persons report?"

"I think we should wait a while before taking that course of action. He is likely not in any danger, I'd just try to stay in contact with him and if he doesn't return his calls within the next few days, then we'll see about reporting it." Birch proposed.

"Alright, well I better head back now. It's getting late," said Cedar.

"Wait, please, before you leave, I'd like to show you something."

Cedar looked confused. As he stood from the table he reluctantly played along. "Yeah, sure!"

Shepherd takes him into the living room, clearing a space for him on the couch directly in front of his giant LED TV screen, as the radiant light illuminated the dim room.

"I saw this on the news last night and I think it may help" Shepherd said, flicking through the channels.

Cedar blankly stared at the screen with a cautious hope.

"Ah, found it!" said Shepherd, flicking the TV onto a new channel.

Spiral. The screen displayed a spinning spiral. As he watched he noticed his gaze could not avert. The screen began to pull him in, deeper and deeper, and he felt his muscles loosen and his attention strengthen. The spiral began to speak, enticing him to give in, to relieve himself of all control. Cedar's eyes mimicked that which was on the screen, illuminated in awe.

As Cedar felt more and more of his thoughts melt away, a faint sound was heard from the hallway. A door creaked open.

"Daddy, I think I wet the bed again..." said a voice in shame.

At this point, the voice was all too familiar, and Cedar was able to shift his eyes to the noise.

It was Aspen.

Standing still so tall and lanky stood Cedar's old pal, Aspen. Though his figure was similar, his outfit was foreign; baring a Spiderman onesie with a thick padding under the crotch, and what looked - and smelled - to be a few urine stains around the inner thighs.

And very soon after, Cedar's mind became taken by the spiral, his thoughts slipping, and his eyes darkening. He had passed out.

...

The sun burst through the windows in sharp beams, cutting through the haze and striking onto Cedar's forehead. He begins to bat his eyes and stretch, and his stretch pulls around his waist. As he uncovers the sheets he noticed a lack of clothing. He usually slept in just his boxers, but he had not remembered getting ready for bed the previous night. Not only that, but he was not wearing boxers.

Around Cedar's waist was the waistband of a clean, fresh pair of tighty whities. Well, all clean if you ignore the slight precum-stain.

Cedar's eyes dashed across the room. Twin sized bed with navy sheets, closet with few clothing items, room floor covered in dirty clothes, and a dresser holding up a TV connected to a Play Station, hanging from one of the half-open drawers was a few more pairs of whities.

"Good morning lil' guy! Sleep well?" Shepherd said, creaking open the door and walking in.

"Uhh..." Cedar is at a loss. He doesn't know how he got there, but he, for some reason, knew who Shepherd was, and he knew he was safe.

"Alright bud, well breakfast is ready if you wanna come eat. Don't want your baby brother eating it all," Birch said, teasing.

"Ok dad, give me a second to get dressed."

"Eh, don't worry about it. Your brother and I are still just in our undies, no need to get dressed" Shepherd affirmed.

"Alright" said Cedar, now more comfortable in getting up to reveal his whities, and walking into the kitchen.

He sat down, next to him was his little brother, Aspen, in a high chair.

Cedar's nose recoiled, "What is that smell?"

Aspen began to blush as Shepherd explained, "Your brother wet the bed again last night, I'll change him after breakfast."

Cedar peered down to see Aspen's soaked pamps, chuckling.

"HEY! Cut it out big bro. Looks like you had a leak last night too." Aspen pointed out, gesturing to the precum stain on Cedar's white briefs. Cedar blushed and went quiet, continuing to eat as Birch laid apple juice down in front of him.

"You boys knock it off! Or I'll put you both back in diapers and take you for a walk. Let everyone see the babies I'm raising" Dad demanded.

"Sorry Dad" murmured Cedar. still faintly blushing.

They all finished up their breakfast and took their dishes to the sink.

"Alright son, you go tidy up, put some pants on, ~maybe change those whities~-" Birch whispered to Aspen, slapping his bum, "I'll go change your brother and then we can go on a walk, ok buddy?" Shepherd offered.

"Ok dad" Cedar shyly responded, still embarrassed about the state of his underwear, before shuffling back into his room and letting out a sigh.

Chapter 6: New Years!

The sound of Birch's footsteps littered the house, his paws pattering back and forth throughout the halls.

"WAKE UP!" he said, barging into Cedar's room, "Go get your brother, we all slept in!" he explained.

Cedar checked his bedside table, the clock reading "2:32pm"

"Shit" he mumbled, ripping off his sheets and bolting to his brother's room in his tight briefs.

"Wake up lil' bro, daddy said we slept too late."

Aspen rolled over in the bed, sheets barely masking his body, as he gripped his padding and feeling the damp front.

"Bro, I had an accident last night," Aspen said nonchalantly, yawning and stretching.

"Alright, I'll tell dad." Cedar said, putting his head back out the door to yell, "Aspen's diaper's wet!"

"Change him then!" Birch voice demanded, dampened by the walls between them.

Cedar looked back, "I don't know how to change you little guy, so let's just get you dressed and deal with it later, ok?"

Cedar grabbed a onesie out of the closet, the design of various dinosaurs dotted the cloth. "This one will do." Cedar helped Aspen slip the onesie over his furry arms and snapped it below his soggy diaper. "Ok, now come with big bro so he can get dressed," said Cedar, grabbing Aspen's paw and leading him into his room.

Cedar searched the bottom drawer and found some light-wash jeans to slip over his tighty whities, and he found an amber colored shirt to compliment his fur. Aspen sat in the corner, chewing and playing with Cedar's dirty socks. "Give that back!" Cedar yanked the sock from his mouth as a sour face fell upon Aspen.

"My boys ready?" Birch said, entering the room.

It just now struck the brothers that they didn't know what exactly they were getting ready for, causing Aspen to murmur through his pacifier, "For what, daddy?"

"Our New Year's party, lil' guy!" Birch said, ruffling the fur atop Aspen's head.

Shepherd went into the kitchen, grabbing two leashes, one cyan and the other navy, and leashing them around Aspen and Cedar respectively.

"Come on boys! Daddy's got to buy some party supplies."

The three guys exited the front door, the two boys leading on all fours, held only by their tightly strapped leashes. The two eager boys began trailing along the sidewalks, passing many of their previous peers.

Along the walk, the boys were nearing the city, and Cedar slowed, turning to Birch. "Dad, I need to potty."

"Is it number 1 or number 2?" Birch inquired.

"Number 1! Is there a bathroom around?" Cedar asked.

Birch simply looked at him, then pointed his paw towards the fire hydrant nearby. "If you gotta go then let's get you undressed." Birch assisted Cedar in removing his jeans and slipping his dick out the fly of his whities.

Birch walked Cedar over to the fire hydrant, Aspen trailing behind, and Cedar hiked his leg. The crowds in the streets made him blush, but his embarrassment failed to overpower his bladder's urge. He felt relief as he let a stream of warm, golden piss trickle down the side of the hydrant, sighing.

Birch helped him put his dick back in his tight undies, but upon asking, Cedar was denied the request of putting his jeans back on. Birch had slipped them in his bag, causing him to suggest to Cedar, "You can just wear your briefs for now. No need to struggle back into your pants, you look fine in undies."

Cedar obliged, though slightly embarrassed. His paws closest to the fire hydrant accidently touched his ~puddle~, so he shook them to try to dry them, before they continued walking.

"You know, if you had one of these on, you wouldn't have to stop at a fire hydrant." Aspen joked, gesturing towards his diaper.

The guys arrived at a super market, where Birch began shopping around. As they passed along aisles, people began to plug their snouts.

"What's that smell? Did one of you guys have an accident?" Birch asked, picking up Cedar to see his was rather dry, other than a tiny splash of urine from earlier. "What about you, Aspen?" He asked, lifting Aspen into the shopping buggy seat and unbuttoning his onesie. A wave of odor blasted in Birch's face as he saw the Aspen's diaper sag.

"Hehe" Aspen laughed.

"Didn't you change him this morning?" Birch asked Cedar.

"I didn't know how!" replied Cedar.

"Boy! Come here," said Birch aggressively. Cedar walked over to Birch, and Birch lifted him up and placed him over his knee, proceeding to spank him five times in front of the store. With each hit, Cedar whimpered.

"I didn't bring a change, so you're just gonna have to sit in it, ok Aspen?"

Aspen nodded as Birch buttoned his onesie back.

They continued shopping, gathering party supplies, as Cedar trailed behind with his tail tuck between his legs. Eventually, they got to the diaper aisle, grabbing some for Aspen, and then headed to the checkout line.

They got back home and Birch packed in the supplies and unleashing the pups. He laid Aspen down on the table and opened the fresh pack of diapers, unfolding one and placing it beside Aspen. He grabbed some baby powder and wipes then unfolded Aspen's wet diaper down, before cleaning him up and powdering his bum and front, and laying a clean diaper on him, taping it up.

He then took Cedar to his room, undressing his clothes, and tossing them, leaving him in his briefs.

"You stay in here 'til I tell you to come out, got it?" Birch demanded.

"Yes sir," Cedar said shamefully.

Birch went back into the kitchen and placed Aspen into the baby carrier across his chest. Popping a pacifier in Aspen's mouth, Birch began unpacking all the supplies and setting up for the party.

Time passed and it was nearing midnight. The decorations had been set and Aspen was playing with toys in the living room. Now in just a white, stained jock strap, Birch knocked and opened Cedar's door to find him picking at the carpet out of boredom.

"Come on pup, let's go join the party. Next time, tell daddy if you need something so that we can avoid having your little brother stink up the place, ok?" Cedar got up and walked with Birch into the living room, sitting on the couch. Just then the doorbell rang, and an audience familiar to Aspen entered into the room, all in just varieties of underwear.

"There's that little stinker!" one exclaimed. "Try not to be a mud butt tonight, okay little guy?" said another.

The remarks made Aspen blush, but left Cedar confused.

"Oh, you got a new one, Birch? Did you adopt?" one asked.

"Yup, that one is Cedar, got him the other day!" Birch replied.

"Hey puppy! Bet you're not as stinky as your little brother!" one joked. "Nice whities dude!" another complimented him, eliciting a blush.

"Alright guys!" Birch began, as he stood on a table for authority. "My toilet broke today so tonight you'll just have to use my designated porta-puppy!" he explained, gesturing towards an oblivious Aspen.

"What?" Aspen asked, concerned.

"Hell yeah!" said one of the guys.

"I just need you to let the guys use your diaper tonight. I'll keep you changed and fresh throughout the night, don't worry." Birch assured Aspen, though Aspen was still nervous.

The party continued; the men played party games, they drank, they watched TV, and just relaxed in their undies. Ultimately, their bladders began to grow.

"I don't know about y'all, but I got a mad piss brewing," one said, "Hey mud butt, get over here!"

Aspen, reluctantly owning the nickname, walked his paws over to the guy.

"Turn around!" and Aspen did.

Aspen felt the waistband of his crinkly padding get tugged back and he felt the guys cock rest in the open slit. Aspen waited as he slowly began to feel the cock trickle down pee into the back of his diaper. The light stream became a spray, and soon, the back of Aspen's diaper was soaked. The guy let go of the waistband, flicking it back into place.

Aspen sat down, and as he did, the warm pissy padding squished onto his bum. The feeling was euphoric, causing Aspen to scoot his bum across the carpet.

Throughout the night, the men continued to drink and have fun, calling out to "Mud Butt", "Stinker", "Diaper Pup", or "Porta Puppy" whenever they needed to whiz. And after each whiz, the warm padding would cause Aspen to drag his butt along the carpet happily.

The clock struck 11:59pm, and the group of guys leaned in, watching the broadcast of the ball drop on New Year's Day.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!" they all yelled, celebrating, hugging, and drinking. One of the guys felt the urge to piss again, and drunkenly grabbed the puppy. He pulled the puppy in, grabbed the waistband, and fed his cock down the back.

Cedar stood there, realizing this guy had got him and his brother confused, as he felt the dog pulling his waistband back and getting ready to piss. But he was powerless, and so he couldn't stop it.

The intoxicated dog fed his cock into Cedar's briefs and relieved himself, pissing and staining the back of Cedar's undies. At one point, the dog even yelled "Happy New Year's pup!" into Cedar's ear.

Around a half an hour later, the men cleared out, and Birch was left with two puppies in his living room. Aspen looked up at him, grinning, while Cedar looked embarrassed, with his not-so-white tighty whities dripping urine onto the floor.

Birch began to laugh.

"Guess they got you two confused!" he laughed, ruffling the fur on both of their heads.

"Let's go get you two changed."

(Happy New Year's Everyone! Thanks for the support! <3)

Chapter 7: The ** Hangout**

As the sun bathed Cedar's room with light, illuminating the carpet through his parted curtains, his eyes fluttered open. As a sudden realization washed over his eyes, they grew greatly, and a grin grew upon his cheeks.

Hopping out of his bed like a spring, Cedar took a glance at his white briefs. "Phew! Still clean!" he sighed, dodging any embarrassing remarks during breakfast. He stumbled out of his room into the kitchen, and his snout perked at the smell of bacon.

"Morning!" Cedar sung joyfully.

"Mornin' pup! Breakfast is almost ready, daddy's gonna go wake up you brother, okay?" Birch said, prancing out of the kitchen and down the hall. Returning, he brought back Aspen on his chest and laid him in a chair beside Cedar.

"Wow, you're actually dry for once," joked Cedar, noticing Aspen's dry, white pamps.

"Yeah, he's actually been having a lot of dry nights recently, may have to let him wear some of your undies soon!" Shepherd said, scruffing up Cedar's head playfully.

Cedar yanked the pacifier out of Aspen's mouth, asking "Sleep well?"

"Yup!"

"I bet its a lot easier sleeping when you don't have a soggy pad between your thighs," Cedar joked. Aspen took it poorly, beginning to dawn a pouty face and grow quiet.

Cedar turned to Birch, asking, "Did you buy enough snacks?"

"For what, pup?"

"You said I could have friends over today. Did you forget?"

"Dammit!" Birch yelped, "I completely forgot. Listen, your brother and I are gonna run off to the store after breakfast and grab snacks. You stay home and behave ok?"

"Yes sir," Cedar mocked humorously.

As they finished their last bites, Birch arose from his chair, the bulge in his jockstrap bouncing with him, and grabbed the dirty plates before placing them in the sink. He ran to his room, slipping on some pants and a black tank top, then returned to the kitchen and grabbed his keys and a diaper bag.

"Come on, little guy," he said, grabbing Aspen into his arms and walking over to the front door.

Exiting, he said "Be a good boy!" to Cedar.

Cedar instantly ran over to the couch and plopped down in his tighty whities, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels, excited for a relaxing day and a fun evening.

Birch and Aspen arrived at the market, perusing through the many aisles for chips, sodas, and candies; grabbing a few of each.

At one point, a couple of bears stopped and complimented Birch on his cute puppy, making Aspen all blushy.

They approached the checkout, item basket in hand, and waited through a long, grueling line to check out. As they got closer, Aspen's face grew in discomfort.

"Is something wrong buddy?" asked Birch.

Aspen nodded, still in discomfort.

"Do you need to go potty?" Birch whispered.

Aspen nodded once more.

"Can you hold it 'til daddy gets through line?"

This time, Aspen shook his head.

Birch sighed, placing his basket down and walking to the bathroom. "Hurry!" yelped Aspen, causing Birch's pace to increase.

They burst through the bathroom entrance and noticed all stalls were full.

"Fuck, you're gonna have to hold it, little guy."

Just then, as Aspen was about to explode, a stall swung open, a man exiting.

Birch sighed in relief and urged, "Lucky pup, go on, go potty!" gesturing for Aspen to enter the stall. Birch closed the stall door after Aspen entered and waited for him to finish his business.

"All done!" Aspen pridefully announced. Birch opened the door, a smell hit him pungent enough to wipe out a crowd.

"Whoa! Great job, buddy!" Birch praised Aspen on his bladder control. Shepherd stepped closer to the toilet to flush it and noticed something odd.

The toilet bowl was empty.

Birch realized what this meant, sighing heavily.

Woefully he spoke, "Alright pup, let's get you changed."

Back at home, Cedar continued surfing through channels, staying for only a few seconds before switching to the next. As he browsed, one channel caught his eye, making him lay the remote down in awe.

As Cedar flipped through the channel, he found one which displayed a scene, one of interest. On screen stood two male actors, one bear and one otter, both in just their underwear. One laid on the couch and the other approached him, and as the scene furthered, they began getting more intimate. The bear jumped on the couch with the otter, both red in the face, and the bear slid his underwear below his cock. The otter's boxer briefs jolted, springing a hard-on.

"Why don't you take those off?" said the bear in a deep, seductive voice.

At this point, Cedar's whities began to stiffen up. A tent formed on the fly front of his briefs.

"How about you take them off?" the otter teased.

The scene continued, now both men naked on the couch, frotting as precum leaked onto the otter's belly as both let out moans periodically.

Cedar instinctually grabbed the front of his briefs and began rubbing. Rubbing got him hard, and his undies could barely hold back his bulging cock. Cedar flicked the waistband to under his balls and began stroking.

The scene continued; now the otter was on all fours, the bear thrusting into him and both moaning much louder.

"You like that, boy?!" yelled the bear.

"Ye-ea-eas, sir!" the otter moaned, Cedar mimicking while he leaning his head back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Cedar yelped, moaning as he felt his rock hard cock was about to erupt. He didn't want to make a mess, so he instinctually stuck his dick back in his whities, hoping he wouldn't have an orgasm. It was too late, and Cedar proceeded to pump his briefs full of cum.

"Fuck!" he cried, peeking into his whities through his waistband and seeing the webs of sticky cum along the front.

Reluctantly, he went to the bathroom and cleaned up, removing his underwear and placing them in the hamper, replacing them with a fresh pair from his dresser.

As he exited his room in his fresh tighty whities and some clothes to cover it (he wanted to appear well for his guests), Birch and Aspen entered through the front door.

"I brought snacks, have your friends got here yet?" Birch asked.

"Should be here any second," Cedar stated.

Just then, the doorbell rang, hosting a crowd of Cedar-aged dumbed-down frat boy himbos.

"Hey guys, come on in!" greeted Birch, welcoming the boys in.

"Sup bros?" said Cedar, acting ~cooler~.

They funneled into Cedar's bedroom, leaving every now and then to grab snacks and bring them back into his room.

As the night went on, the boys continued to play, rough-housing and playing video-games. Birch opened the door, tossing in a bunch of fluffy dog-beds, "That's for when you pups need some rest. I'm going to bed, but don't stay up too late!" All the boys agreed to his condition.

After Birch left, one of the boys yawned, "I'm gonna get ready for bed." He walked over to the dog beds, laying one down, and taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him comfortably in his boxers. Though he was dressed for bed, he did not sleep, and continued to play games despite how tired he was. The other boys followed along, laying out their own personal dog beds and lowering their trousers for comfort. Cedar was the last to do so, laying his dog bed down, only using it, despite the fact he had his own bed, to not make the others feel less than. He walked over to his bed, slipped his shirt off, revealing his hairy pup chest, and then dropping his jeans.

"HA!" one dog yelped. "Guys look!" another screamed.

They pointed and laughed as Cedar's dropped pants revealed tighty whities, something none of them would dare to sport. A red wave rushed over Cedar's cheeks, revealing his embarrassment.

They eventually brushed past it, only alluding to it every so often. The fuss really stirred upon the boys discovering the dresser drawer full of white briefs, but it settled again quickly there after.

As the night began to grow tired, the boys were winding down. Aspen, hearing the noise of his rowdy room-neighbors, woke up and walked over to Cedar's room.

"Aww, cute puppy!" one said as he entered.

The boys entertained the pup for a while, playing silly games of peek-a-boo, among others. Cedar was not amused, continuing to play video games. Aspen walked over to his big brother, slobbery thumb between his lips, and asked, "Can I have a turn?".

"Maybe when you stop pissing your diaper then big bro will let you play, mk?" Cedar teased.

The guys laughed.

"By the way, big bro's gotta whiz, can you turn around and let me use your padding? I'd get up but I don't want to lose this game," Cedar asked.

"Too bad," Aspen remarked, smugly, sticking his thumb back in his mouth and prancing away.

Cedar aggressively gripped the back of Aspen's diaper, pulling him in so he could relieve himself. Aspen quickly turned around, punching Cedar on the underside of his belly. The force was just enough for the worst to happen. Cedar looked down to see his bladder unleash a flood onto his now-yellow tighty whities.

The group was hysterical, laughing and teasing, and Cedar was so embarrassed, he couldn't even look up. One of the pups got up and walked over to Birch's room.

"Your pup just peed himself!" he said, holding back laughter.

Birch rushed into Cedar's room, scooping Cedar up and grabbing a pair of briefs from the dresser. Birch took him to the bathroom, where Cedar got cleaned up and changed underwear, returning back to his room.

"It's no big deal, pups have accidents sometimes. I'm sure you guys have had an accident before," said Birch, trying to ease the crowd of boys, then he returned Aspen to bed before going back to bed himself.

"I don't want to talk about it," Cedar pouted. The boys, some sympathetic, others still laughing, turned off the games and snuggled into their dog beds, all of them dry and comfy.

As Cedar awoke the next morning, all the boys were gone. They had woken up earlier than he had and their parents had already stopped by. Now that he was alone, he was less embarrassed about the previous incident, though still holding a grudge against Aspen. Cedar didn't know how he would fix his reputation. All his friends know him as the tighty whities puppy that still wets himself.

Cedar rose from his doggy bed, checking his whities. Still clean. He went into the bathroom and turned the bathtub faucet on, warming the water, and returning to his room to grab a change of clothes. Ready for his morning shower, Cedar opened his underwear drawer for a clean change, only to find a drawer of all his white briefs flooded with his friends' piss.

"Looks like they left you a present," joked Birch, peeking in. Cedar could do nothing but stare at his pool of pee in his underwear drawer. Birch chuckling, "Don't worry pup, I'll clean it up, go take your bath."

Chapter 8: Babysitting

Aspen's eyes fluttered open as he awoke, his crinkly, dry padding was felt between his legs. As he gained consciousness, he felt his bladder bulging. His legs and arm was too tired to get up and move, so he accepted his fate and wet his nighttime diaper. Though, he didn't mind the feeling of the warmth on his delicate damp fur.

"Mornin' lil' bro!" Cedar burst into his room in his white undies.

Aspen rolled over and groaned.

"Rise and shine! Daddy's out working a double shift today so he left your big bro here on baby duty!" Cedar teased.

"Just because your older than me doesn't mean you get to boss me around, big bro."

"True, but that soggy diaper of yours makes me think I'm the one in charge." Cedar joked, smacking Aspen's soaked, puffy padding.

Aspen blushed, putting his paw over his diaper in an attempt to hide his accident.

"How about a morning change?" Cedar declared, getting Aspen up and putting him on the changing table. "You're heavy lil' guy. You're gonna have to put yourself on the changing table every once in a while," he joked.

Cedar pulled off the tapes of Aspen's waist, flipping down the still-warm padding and lifting Aspen's bum to remove the heavily used training pants from beneath his bottom. Cedar grabbed a cute, fresh diaper from below the tabletop and some baby powder, generously powdering Aspen's front and back before taping him up in some fresh padding.

Cedar patted the front of Aspen's thick diap, "All done!"

Aspen huffed and pouted at his forced submission. Then, he was lifted into the air - "Gosh, you really are heavy, bro!" Cedar reaffirmed - and taken into the living room to watch Saturday morning cartoons.

Aspen was sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, as Cedar walked over to the fridge in his undies and grabbed Aspen's milk bottle and a sippy cup of juice for himself.

Cedar plopped down on the couch, handing his brother a bottle.

"A bottle for the diaper boy!" Cedar teased, taking a sip of juice from his sippy cup.

"This isn't fair! I'm not a baby! I'm a big puppy!" Aspen yelped.

"Aww, poor guy. Listen, you'll get to be a 'big puppy' when you can make it to the potty on time," Cedar joked, "then you can wear these 'big puppy' undies," he said, flicking his tighty whities' waistband.

Aspen sunk back into his seat, taming himself. The thought that his big brother had entire control of him was not fair, all because Aspen wets himself. He looked over at Cedar, the "big puppy", childishly entranced in watching the kids cartoon. "He's no bigger than me," Aspen thought, "I'll show him!"

As noon passed, Cedar began to grow tired. The juice had made him sleepy and the couch offered the perfect rest. As Cedar laid down, still not taking his eyes of the kids cartoon he was clearly invested in, his eyelids fluttered, and he fell asleep.

"Now's my chance!" Aspen thought, his mind plotting away. He leaped up off the couch and darted into his room, gathering supplies for the ultimate revenge.

...

Cedar awoke from his nap, eyes batting and arms stretching.

He noticed something in his mouth, lifting his paw up to his lips to feel the foreign object. "BLAH! A pacifier?" he spat.

He also couldn't help but notice his damp paw.

As he shuffled, he heard a crinkly noise between his thighs. Looking down, he saw a horror. He was in a diaper. Not only that, but it was ~wet~.

Frustrated, but still open-minded, he popped the pacifier back in his mouth, sucking on it with a slight anger.

CLICK!

A camera shutter was heard from the kitchen. There, now noticeably standing taller than Cedar, Aspen was holding a camera. Behind it, he stood pridefully in a borrowed pair of whities.

"Did you have a good nap, lil' bro?" Aspen teased.

"Not funny, get this off of me!" Cedar demanded, trying to rip at the tapes but noticing they barely moved.

"They're super-glued down. You're stuck in that diap, lil' bro." Aspen informed him.

Cedar's tummy rumbled, and he held it in shock.

"I also got up in daddy's medicine cabinet. I found some chocolates called 'lax-uh-tivs', thought I'd give you some," Aspen said, chuckling at his wimpy brother.

"So not cool! Get me out of this nappy and back into my undies!" Cedar yelped.

"Aww, puppy..." Aspen said in a demeaning tone, "You're gonna have to beg your big bro for that."

"You're not my big bro! I'm YOUR big brother! Now undiaper me!" Cedar continued whining.

"Beg." Aspen demanded.

Knowing he so desperately needed out, especially with his rumbly tummy, Cedar gave in.

"Please, get me out of this diaper," Cedar begged.

"More."

"Please big bro, I'll do anything, please just put me back in big pup undies." Cedar continued begging and whining.

"Anything?" Aspen inquired.

"Anything!" Cedar mumbled through his paci-stuffed mouth.

"I'll unpad you...after we go on a walk." Aspen explained.

"We can't! People can't see me like this!" Cedar cried.

"Oh well, guess your gonna be loading those pampers up soon then, huh?" Aspen teased.

Cedar, accepting his only option, agreed.

The door to the house creaked open as Aspen led Cedar outside by a leash. Onlookers watched and laughed, pointing at the diaper pup who was way too old to be in diapers. Cedar's cheeks grew redder.

"OH! A park!" Aspen exclaimed, surprised.

Cedar was also excited, though that dissipated once he realized his puppy peers would see him in his padding, sucking on a pacifier. Despite this, Aspen led him on.

"Go play!" Aspen demanded, shooing off Cedar as he went to play with his friends.

Cedar approached his buddies, and it didn't take long for him to be ridiculed.

"Cedar, bro, is that you?"

"Bro's all diapered up!"

"Guess he never got over the sleepover incident!"

"What a downgrade from his little whities!"

His friends teased.

"Can we not talk about it, I'd rather just play a game!" Cedar requested, and so his group followed along, playing games though still throwing in teases every so often.

"FETCH!" one yelled as the other boys chased.

Tails were wagging and pups were panting, but Cedar felt his stomach grow more uneasy.

The games continued, eventually the curious pups sniffing each others behinds.

"Who's gonna sniff the piss boy?" one joked once it was Cedar's turn to be sniffed.

They joked, all eventually taking turns whiffing the diapered pup.

The second to last pup went up to sniff, sticking his snout in the back of Cedar's thick padding and inhaling. Right then, the churn in Cedar's stomach no longer rest, and Cedar felt as he lost control of his bowels, messing his diaper right in one of his friend's faces.

"WHOA!" the friend jumped back, nose scrunched up.

"Someone lost potty privileges, huh dog?" another joked.

They all laughed at a now-stinky Cedar in his heavy padding.

Aspen rushed over at the commotion.

"What's going on?" he asked Cedar.

Cedar couldn't respond before the group erupted in laughter again, this time directed towards Aspen.

Aspen looked to where they pointed - his undies - and noticed they were soaked with piss.

"Looks like big bro can't hold it either!" Cedar teased Aspen.

Aspen's nose recoiled, "What's that smell?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." said Cedar, shamefully blushing.

"BOYS!" a familiar voice yelled.

It was Birch.

"Why are you guys out at the park? I leave you guys for one day and you already pretty much run away," he scolded them, "...Cedar, are you wearing a diaper?" he sniffed, chuckling, "A used diaper?"

"Well I-" Cedar was cut off.

"Why's Aspen in your whities?"

"Because I'm a big pup!" Aspen claimed.

"Well big pups usually have dry undies," he stated, "Let's head on home, guys," sighing as he lifted the two up and carried them home, trying his best to hold his breath.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to downgrade you back to pullups, Cedar!" Birch said as they walked home.

Aspen looked at him, joyously, sticking his tongue out in a mocking way as Cedar blushed and tucked his head down in embarrassment.

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