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Convicted for rape, false imprisonment, and battery, Carl was one of the most-feared inmates in prison. Standing tall at six feet and six inches, the former primate athlete resided in a small prison cell, and kept away from the other inmates. Once in a while, Carl was involved in fights, and had tried to stab another inmate with a makeshift shiv. He was obviously the type that did not want to be involved with anyone. To Carl, even a look in his direction was deemed as an act of provocation. The gorilla had intense anger, which would rarely subside. He was angry at the circumstances, and angry at himself for jeopardizing his own future by his selfish actions. He couldn't stand to apologize, though, or show any weakness of any kind. As far as everyone else knew, Carl was unrepentant. His lack of remorse was part of his legacy. Prison rehabilitation was not going to change him.

Carl was also heavy set. He was a defensive lineman in college, and was admired by many for his brute skill on the football field. The team he played for was very skilled, ranked high on the PAC-10. He felt like he was on top of the world, but success ultimately went to his head. After a night partying with friends, Carl hooked up with a woman at the bar who flirted with the football stud. He was drinking heavily, and was barely able to escort her to his apartment, where he subsequently raped her. He barely remembered any of it. When his head cleared, he was in bed, naked, with his face wedged into a pillow. The police arrived, arrested him, and charged him. Once arraigned, he pled guilty at the behest of his public defender, and was sentenced to five years in prison. All his hopes and dreams of becoming a professional football player ended in a flash, and he was furious.

One day, Carl woke up in his prison bed, feeling wet. Originally assuming that it was sweat, Carl got out of bed to put on his orange prison suit. For a second, he looked down at his tight, white briefs. He had wet himself. His briefs were no longer white. Instead, they were damp with a dark-yellow tint, and a hint of musky urine was found trapped in the cell with him. He looked back at his bed. The sheets were soaked. He wet the bed. Though nobody knew he did it, he was thoroughly embarrassed. He cursed at himself, changed his underwear, and put on his prison garb. He folded up the urine-soaked sheets, and placed them on the floor beside his bed. Suddenly, he heard a baton poking his cell door. It was one of the prison guards, doing his morning check. The guard looked through the small window, and could see Carl standing in the middle of his cell, staring back at him with his menacing, brown eyes.

The guard opened the door. The black wolf walked in, and looked around the cell. "Good morning, 5713," said the guard.

"Mornin'," Carl muttered.

The guard lifted his nose. "Everything alright in here?"

"Yes sir."

The guard looked around Carl's cell, and picked up on the musky odor. The scent was getting stronger over by Carl's bed. The guard peered around the inmate to see the bed. The mattress was definitely soaked. There was a puddle of Carl's urine underneath the bed that was clearly visible. Drip-drip-drip. Knowing that the guard discovered his problem, Carl furrowed his eyebrows, and cleared his throat. The guard closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that the cell had to be cleaned. He tried to find a way to express his thoughts on the situation without angering the taller mammal standing before him.

"Don't worry about it," the guard assured. "We'll clean it."

"Who's 'we'?" asked Carl.

The guard raised his paw up. "I, uh --" He looked into Carl's eyes. "You don't want anyone else to know, do you?"

Carl shook his head. "Nope. I can clean it up. Got a mop? Bucket?"

The guard nodded. "Sure. That works."

Carl cracked a faint smile. He was relieved. "Alright, cool."

The guard called in some "janitorial materials." As he stood waiting for the supplies to arrive, the wolf leaned up against Carl's desk slightly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Carl was nervous talking about this with a stranger, but he detected enough kindness from the guard to reduce his hostile tone. "I don't have accidents."

The guard lowered his muzzle. "It's not something one would readily admit to. I understand."

Carl wondered, "Why is he talking to me?" The gorilla was getting uncomfortable with someone else being in the cell with him. Carl felt the guard was wearing out his welcome. "I'm good now, thanks," said Carl to the guard.

"Alright. Once you're done with that, I'll take you to the hall for lunch."

Carl nodded, and walked the guard to the door. As soon as the guard left, Carl took a heavy sigh. He felt sweat permeating the fur around his chest. He felt itchy. This was not the most ideal situation. Knowing that the guard was aware of his bedwetting, Carl began to panic. "I'm not a fucking bedwetter!" he muttered to himself before pushing several papers and books off his desk. He sat down on his soaked mattress in disbelief. He felt that his manliness was threatened by one display of "weakness," and having someone -- other than him -- know about it caused him distress. He tried to calm down, and let his mind return to a state of serenity. Being in prison, a place where everyone talks and everyone knows about each other, Carl found it difficult to return to the way things were before he wet the bed. He couldn't turn back time. He had to think of something.

The mop, soap, and bucket arrived, and the guard arrived to place them inside his cell. "Here you go," said the guard.

Carl raised his arm up, and opened the palm of his hand. "Wait," he gasped.

"What is it?"

"Don't tell anyone."

The guard sighed, and crossed his arms. He faced Carl and looked at him without any apprehension. To the guard, Carl was not as big and tough as he previously thought -- especially with a secret that effectively undermined the brute, masculine illusion. Carl was ridiculously transparent, thought the guard. He felt like he had power, knowing Carl's secret. It gave him a charge. This was an opportunity for the guard to assert control. Because he never expected the opportunity to arise in this fashion, the guard toyed with his collar shirt nervously and cleared his throat. Carl noticed that the guard was up to something -- but what?

"I'm not going to," the guard assured.

"Thanks."

"However..."

Carl stared down the guard. "However?"

"Let me back up a second. Are you concerned that you might have another accident?"

Carl turned away from the guard, and looked at the wall beside his bed. "Don't know what you're getting at."

"Okay. You don't have to answer."

The guard left abruptly. Carl was concerned, but he didn't want to remain paranoid. He focused on cleaning up the mess he made. He cleaned very diligently, and made absolutely sure that it didn't look like someone wet the bed. He wiped up the puddle, moved the damp sheets underneath the bed, and left everything else alone. He noticed there were other problems. The mattress needed to be replaced. Someone would have to remove it, and have it replaced. Same thing with the sheets. Sleeping on a soiled mattress was not an idea that Carl wanted to entertain. Instead, he sat on his desk chair and waited patiently before he was escorted to the food hall.

It was about seven in the evening, and Carl was back in his cell. Earlier during lunch, he stared down at his lunch tray while sitting in the dining hall, and tried to make no eye contact with anyone else. He was concerned that the message had already spread. Carl, the strong gorilla who was the most-feared, was a pants-wetting infant. He tried to not act nervous, but it was hard. He kept thinking that maybe he missed a spot in his cell. Maybe he left too many obvious clues. He was concerned that the prison staff would joke about it at his expense. By the end of lunch, Carl wanted to strangle the guard. Eliminate any witnesses. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at lunch, and Carl was grateful for that.

A male tiger in a white labcoat walked toward Carl's cell with a discreet, unlabeled cardboard box. The tiger wore latex gloves. He wore eyeglasses, had brownish short hair with a matching beard. He was a middle-aged doctor. The nametag on his coat read, "Dr. Bradley." With the guard by his side, the doctor stood before Carl's door and knocked. "Mister Page," said the doctor in a Bostonian accent. "I'm the prison doctor. Do you mind if I have a word with you?"

Carl swallowed nervously. "No, please."

Dr. Bradley walked in, and studied the gorilla from head to toe. "Rest assured, I observe doctor-patient confidentiality. I was told by the supervisor, Bruce here, that you're having urinary trouble. Is that true?"

"No," Carl snapped.

"Tell the truth, please. I'm here to help you."

"I don't need your help."

Dr. Bradley was losing his patience. "Do you want to wet the bed again?"

Carl paused.

"That's what I thought. Urinary incontinence is something that I normally observe in older inmates. What you're experiencing is what's called nocturnal enuresis. That's involuntary urination, and I'm sure that with someone your age, this is not something that you want to happen. There is risk of embarrassment, shame. You feel like less of a man. You lose pride. I understand. Now, I have a solution for you, and chances are you're not going to like it. But nobody is going to know. Nobody has to."

The doctor opened the box. Inside was a stack of adult disposable diapers. Carl noticed what they were, and snorted angrily. "What's this bullshit?" he said, charging into the doctor with his shoulders. The guard managed to hold Carl back, but barely.

"The last thing you'd want is to make a scene," said the guard.

"Absolutely. We're not here to arouse suspicions. We're here to help you, and nobody has to know we are here," assured the doctor. "We will put one of these on you, and we will monitor you. If you are dry in the morning, you will not be required to wear these. On the other hand..."

"I'm not putting on a diaper," Carl muttered.

"Mister Page, don't worry about it. Will, can you do the honors?"

Carl was handcuffed by the guard, and forced onto his bed against his will. Carl did not want to be placed in diapers under any circumstances. Though he recognized the benefit of wearing one, he couldn't visualize himself in diapers. It disgusted him. The idea of being in diapers was much worse than wetting the bed. Adults don't wear diapers, as far as he was concerned -- and for what? A problem that only experienced once? It was absurd, thought Carl. Something else must be going on. He couldn't figure out what it was. He knew that resisting would result in more guards, more people -- more eyes watching him in a uniquely compromising situation. What would the other inmates think? And why was he now thinking about what others thought of him? Carl was confused. The only option he had left was surrender to circumstances that the doctor implied was only temporary. If he wet the bed once, what were the chances that he would wet overnight again?

His clothes were meticulously removed because of the handcuffs, and him being in the laying position. He was breathing heavily. For a moment, he thought that maybe he was going to get raped. He was bound, restricted physically by the guard. Psychological humiliation would be the consequence of resisting. He was afraid. The muscular gorilla jock was afraid. His briefs were removed by the doctor. He was naked, cold, and desperate. This was the true punishment for his crimes, he thought tensely. The diaper slid underneath his cheeks; it felt soft and fluffy. When Carl put his body weight down on top of the diaper, it felt like it was already wrapped around him. The doctor was slow in applying the tapes, and making sure that the diaper was completely applied. Carl felt his dick poking the diaper's inside-front. The awkward pressure of his organ pushing against the plastic was an unbearable circumstance for the manly primate. He felt that his dignity was thoroughly stripped.

"Let's put the suit back on him. Leave the handcuffs on. He may tamper with it if we take them off," the doctor ordered.

"How long are you going to do this to me?" Carl grumbled.

"We're not 'doing anything' to you other than making sure what happened to you was an isolated incident. I will check you at eight tomorrow. Good night, Mister Page."

Leaving the box underneath Carl's bed, Dr. Bradley left with Will, and closed the heavy door behind them. When the door slammed shut, Carl yelled, "Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" He laid in his jumpsuit, feeling like a baby. He was wearing a very thick diaper, and it looked like the kind of diaper that an infant would wear. The crinkling made Carl neurotic. Though he was confined to a small six foot-by-eight cell, he didn't feel as trapped as he did that very moment. He felt defeated. He lost. It was a loss that felt like a lopsided score against his team on his home turf. It was the kind of loss that made him regret every play he made that allowed the opposing team to score a touchtown.

It was "lights out" for the inmates. Carl had to use the toilet. It was just a few feet away. He was able to get out of bed, but trying to unzip his fly was futile. He did stand up, and walk to the stainless steel toilet, but just looking at it naturally upgraded his urge to something more urgent. He had to pee, but he tried convincing himself that he could wait until morning. Naturally, Carl had trouble sleeping. He had a very thick, noisy undergarment wrapped around his waist. And he had to pee. But he couldn't think about neither of those things. If he were to wet his diaper, Carl assumed the doctor would continue diapering him. Defeat. If he couldn't pee, then he would be unable to sleep. Defeat. He decided to not think about it. He was going to push forward with sleep. Finally, he was able to drift into the subconscious.

Carl woke, and found that his diaper was wet. After he went to sleep, Carl started urinating little by little. After a while, there was a flood. He wet so heavily that some of his piss rained back down on his dick, and saturated his hairy sac. What made matters worse for Carl was that the liquid -- that did absorb into the core -- had migrated down to his saturated seat. He was laying in a dampened pool of his own urine. He cursed at himself, and angrily banged his head against his pillow. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Carl fumed. The anger, though, came with an ironic twist.

He was hard. This was not the average "morning wood." He was pushed to the very edge of arousal. Why? Why was he was aroused with a wet diaper on? Carl was more confused than ever. He cursed at himself for being horny. He felt his cock was exceedingly moist, and pressed up against the diaper. Oh, the pressure! He felt that he did something that he shouldn't have done. The toilet was so close, and yet so far away. It was the damp, putrid, musky scent that reminded him he did something very naughty. Very, very naughty. His heart was beating fast. He felt so overheated in his clothes. Carl wanted to take it all off, and strip down to his diaper. He wanted to masturbate so badly. He wanted to grab onto his dick as hard as he could, and stroke furiously. The climax needed to come out.

Now Carl was looking forward to the doctor coming in. And he did. Dr. Bradley arrived, rubbed Carl's diaper, and determined it was wet. Even the slightest rub stimulated Carl.

"What we need you to do, for the time being, is to keep these on."

Carl nodded sagely. "When can I get these handcuffs removed?"

"You can get those removed if you promise me that you will change yourself. You may be experiencing temporary loss of your bladder. I will consult a urologist, and have him prescribe you medication as treatment. I apologize, but for now, you will wear diapers. Understood? I will check with you from time to time to see how you are doing. I must stress to you that this is only temporary."

"Alright." Carl's handcuffs were removed. The doctor took a cautious step back from Carl once he removed the handcuffs. Instead of resistance, Carl stood like a wooden giant. He tried not to smile. The doctor was suspicious about the behavioral change. The night before, he violently resisted being diapered. Now, he seemed tranquil about the prospects of wearing diapers for the foreseeable future. Perhaps Carl had the opportunity to rest and reflect on the situation, Dr. Bradley mused. That was the only possible explanation. Nonetheless, the doctor had to leave and return to his office. When he left Carl, he focused on helping the next patient that required medical assistance. He was a busy feline. There were hundreds of inmates residing in the prison, and some of them required physician care.

Carl took the opportunity to jerk off. The gorilla stood before the mirror, and admired himself. Look at the big ape in a dirty diaper. What a baby! Look at that baby. He's so shameless. He was all wet, and it felt so good. He was so bad. He was so hard. He was standing wearing only a diaper. He felt like he accomplished something. The guard? The doctor? They had no idea that it was him who won. They unknowingly injected a sexual steroid into his bloodstream that turned him into a sexual beast. He pulled down his diaper a little, and showed off his cock. He teased his cock aggressively. He stroked it. With the slick urine coat around his shaft, it felt so easy. He wet his pants. He took pride in that.

When the thought of wetting himself again entered his mind, he climaxed. He jizzed heavily on the floor with soapy, white cream spilling from the tip. Cum slapped the concrete floor. Carl felt like a dirty pig. The devilish grin from ear to ear was the indication of someone who now knew of the thrills that he needed to achieve. After ejaculating, Carl could think clearly again. What he was left with was a sense of tranquility. Diapers were not so bad after all. It was actually convenient. He saw the box of diapers on his desk. He could change at any time he wanted. He could wear anytime he wanted. If someone had a problem with it, Carl would solve it. If someone laughed at him, he would stare them down. If someone tried to bring him down for wearing diapers, he would beat them within an inch of their life. He would not hesitate. The bad boy was back, and he had something to show for it.

Carl was not the most persuasive actor, but he was able to convince Dr. Bradley that the diapers were helping him sleep at night. This was actually true. The gorilla slept better knowing that he had some security. He wouldn't describe it necessarily as "security." To him, it was a matter of convenience. What he didn't tell the doctor was that he started wearing diapers during the day. While he didn't exactly have incontinence issues that justified wearing diapers during the day, he enjoyed having some "protective" underwear. Nobody knew he was wearing, but he entertained the idea of flashing it. When he thought about showing off, he took things the next step further and contemplated the notion of "letting go." In the event that his diaper were to be knowingly or unknowingly exposed, who was going to risk their life laughing at the big ape? Nobody.

The prison had a supervised workout area. Carl frequented the area, and worked on the exercise machines. He enjoyed running on the treadmill, riding the exercise bike, and dominating the ellipticals. Wearing diapers during his exercise routines proved to be a challenge. His running was impaired due to a subtle waddle. He couldn't lift and bend his knees as far as he wanted to because the thick diaper prevented him from doing so. He felt his sweat collecting around his loins, and resting by his bunched-up leg gathers. Wearing diapers required him to adjust, but it wasn't problematic. Other inmates watched him as he exercised. They noticed what appeared to be a large bulge around his waist, but no one said anything. When a few inmates walked by, they smelled a hint of baby powder, but they didn't know where it came from. Carl's new habit was left mostly unrecognized. The guard, Will, watched Carl from afar. He tracked the gorilla's movements. He knew Carl's shameful little secret.

During showers, Carl treated his diapers as underwear. He slid them off before entering the showers, and put it back on after he was done. Again, nobody seemed to notice. The hot steam generated from the showers obscured the little details. He slipped the diaper on like normal underwear, and went on his way. He was a little more exposed than when he was working out, so he anticipated someone making a comment. Nothing happened. In a way, Carl was disappointed. He was hoping someone would notice. He was itching for a fight. He fantasized a situation of beating up someone else for laughing at him. He wanted to pulverize the poor soul, tower over them and say, "What's it like being the bottom-bitch for a guy that wears diapers?" He wanted someone to slip up, and take the fall. It would boost his confidence. He knew the fantasy was ridiculous, but it was fun to think about it.

Carl escalated the risk of getting caught in diapers. He experimented in wetting around others when he was outside his cell, just to see how much his diaper would take. He held his bladder until it was completely full, and flooded his diaper. Would anyone notice? He wasn't able to leak, but he enjoyed trying. He tried drinking more water. The diaper would hold so much. Carl was surprised. This became a challenge to him. He thought about messing his diaper, but the idea disgusted him -- at least, the idea of forcing it to happen. Then again, the diaper was there if he needed to; if he had any reason to.

Prison food was not that gratifying. The quality of prison food was always questionable. Carl saw an opening, and tried eating more than usual. One salisbury steak, two salisbury steaks. Mashed potatoes with plentiful amounts of gravy. How about some milk? Carl ate until he was uncomfortably full. If his stomach were to react negatively to his increased intake of gaseous foods, Carl was ready. Sure enough, the moment he was waiting for had finally arrived.

One day, Dr. Bradley sat down with Carl in his cell and asked him about progress.

"Is everything okay with you now? You've been wearing for about a week now. Are you sure you don't need medication?" asked the doctor.

"Nah, man. I'm good. Think I was just stressin' out," Carl coolly replied.

Dr. Bradley pushed his eyeglasses further up his muzzle. "I see. Stress incontinence is not uncommon."

"Uh-huh."

"But you were telling me earlier that you've had 'accidents' from time to time during the day, right?"

"Yeah, well, it just happens, y'know? I have to wear so nobody sees it."

"Or is it that you're stressed because you're insecure about your circumstances? It could be fear that's propelling your issues. Have you considered that?"

Carl sniffed, and bit down on his lip. "No," the gorilla snarled, "No, 'cause I don't fear anything. I can work it out without the medication."

"But you're satisfied with wearing diapers still?"

Carl became incensed. "I need to work this shit out, doctor. These are the only thing I got right now," said Carl, pointing down to his crotch.

The doctor was suspicious. "Something's not adding up. If you went on the medication, you wouldn't have to wear diapers. If you're wearing diapers, and refuse to take the medication, your problem will not go away."

"Give me a break, doctor!" shouted the exasperated primate. At that moment, Carl felt pressure mounting in his stomach. He felt his rear cheeks opening up for a slight, warning poot. Carl stood up from his bed immediately, and dashed to the toilet nearby. The doctor stood up, and rushed to Carl's aid, but it was too late. Before he could remove his jumpsuit, and pull down his diaper, he could feel several thick logs oozing into his diapered seat. The first log was the largest: it created a very noticeable bulge around his lower-back. Next came the second log, which was smaller. This made the diaper droop lower than before. Carl naturally bent his knees to a squatting position, and let the mess take its place. The doctor was surprised. He didn't expect his patient to mess his pants in front of him. This was a situation that Dr. Bradley never experienced before.

The first words that came out of the physician's mouth after the incident was, "I'm sorry."

Dr. Bradley checked Carl's diaper, and observed a few things. Carl had wet his diaper several times before messing. Carl's diaper usage reflected that of a "special needs" patient than someone with mild or stress incontinence. The doctor believed that Carl was hiding the extent of his incontinence all along, which would explain the ape's argumentative nature when he was introduced to adult diapers. That would also explain why his demeanor shifted from resistance to acceptance of wearing diapers. Carl was dependant on diapers, Dr. Bradley concluded, because he was severely incontinent. Meanwhile, Carl tried his best to not display an erection, or show any indication that he was extremely aroused.

Carl was turned on by being so "naughty." He liked being wet, but being messy reinforced that he was not only "naughty," but completely shameless and spontaneous. The gorilla felt like he had a lot of freedom with diapers. Toilets were so restrictive. Toilets were a place one had to go to in order to do something that came so natural -- so why bother? Why play by the rules? That's what Carl asked himself while he was deep in thought. He had to stay distracted, and not think too much about the present as the doctor -- though reluctantly -- changed him. Carl kept his stoic demeanor and scowl as his diaper was being changed.

"How long have you experienced these problems? You can tell the truth."

Carl lied. "Three years."

"Do you have a family history of any major illnesses, diseases, conditions?"

"Not that I know of."

"'Not that you know of...' Are you currently taking any medication?"

"No sir."

Dr. Bradley finished changing Carl. "Here's what I'm going to do. One of the guards will take you to the prison hospital. There, I'm going to have you examined by my colleague, who is a gastroenterologist. He's going to ask you a series of tests to get to the bottom of this problem -- no pun intended, of course. I'll have you taken to the hospital tomorrow at nine in the morning. I wouldn't sweat it. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

Carl's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't part of the plan. "Wait -- what?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm fine, really. I am."

Dr. Bradley was not convinced. "Just be ready tomorrow."

The doctor left, and put Carl in a bind. He thought about telling the truth. Wearing and using diapers turned him on. No. That sounded weird. How else could he phrase it? "I got so used to diapers, so it's become a part of my life now." No. Carl was wearing diapers for only a week. Both possible explanations were problematic for Carl. He had to think of something fast or else he was going to be subjected to medical exams.

Carl couldn't sleep that night. He wrestled with the sheets, and stared at the ceiling. He was in over his head. His growing fascination for diapers was starting to cause havoc. At the same time, his sexual tension was at an all-time high. He messed his diaper in front of someone, and was subsequently changed. He was horny, and he knew that his horniness was consuming him. Even after the doctor left, he continued wearing diapers. The gorilla believed that he should remove them, and show the doctor that he was actually fine without them on -- but then there was the issue of wetting the bed. If he were to wet the bed again, that would only justify more medical care. Continuing to wear diapers overnight was the best choice of action, Carl concluded, because he would be able to maintain a clean bed. The problem was: how would Carl dispose of the diaper in the morning? He wanted to create the impression that he managed to sleep the night without wearing them... but how?

Will arrived at Carl's cell at 8:45 AM. The wolf looked through the small window on the cell door, and saw Carl fast asleep in bed. Will knocked on the door, and poked it with his baton in order to wake the sleeping beast. "Rise and shine," said Will. "You don't want to be late for your appointment." No response. "Come on, 5713. I don't have all day." Again, no response. Frustrated, Will grabbed his keychain, found the key to Carl's cell, and slowly opened the door. He turned on the lights overhead. Carl remained asleep, or so Will thought. The gorilla had turned to his side, facing the wall, but had one eye open. He waited for the guard to come closer. Just a little bit more. Carl could smell the wolf's scent. Closer... closer... There! Carl flipped up quickly, and tried to grab at Will's throat, but he ended looking up at the barrel of Will's pistol.

"You think I'm stupid?" asked Will. "Get up."

With his heart beating unbelievably fast, Carl slowly got out of bed and stood quietly.

"Oh! Not so big now, huh? I know what you're up to," snapped Will.

"Huh?"

"You perverted fuck. You know what I'm talking about. Those diapers? You have a thing for those. I can tell. I saw the look on your face... on the treadmill. You were smiling. You were squeezing yourself, and rubbing that thick diaper of yours. Those diapers feel good, don't they? I saw you beating off in your cell with a wet diaper on. Did you forget that there was a window on that door? You get hard from pissing and shitting yourself. Fuckin' pathetic. You think people didn't know what you were up to? No, man. We know everything about you. You get caught, thrown in jail, and you lose your freedom. We're 'big brother.'"

"What do you want?" Carl interrupted.

"Take off your suit."

"Are you going to fuck me?" asked Carl while he removed his prison suit.

"Shut up."

Defiant, Carl asked, "Isn't the doctor waiting for me?"

"Fuck the doctor."

Carl couldn't believe what was happening to him. He stood there, wearing only a diaper, and a prison guard had a gun pointed at his chest. Originally, Carl had planned to overwhelm the guard, and convince him -- through intimidation -- to not escort him to the hospital. However, plans changed. He could barely think with a gun pointed at him. He was waiting to follow more instructions.

"Sit over there." Will jerked his head toward the direction of the toilet.

Carl sat on the toilet seat. He stared at the guard, who was unzipping his fly. Carl suspected that he was going to forced into giving Will a blowjob. Being straight, Carl had no intention of complying -- even with a gun aimed at him. There was going to be no compromise, Carl decided. The wolf reached into his fly, and pulled out his hardened, red-colored shaft. Will stroked himself a few times, just to feel the friction with his paws. Carl immediately revisited the time when he raped a female bar patron a few months earlier. Because he was drunk, Carl barely remembered her pleas of mercy. All he knew was that she was powerless, and he was powerful. With his naked, muscular body towering over her, she shivered in fear. She was backed into a corner with no way out, and the only way to survive was to submit. Carl believed this was karma for what he had done. This was his fate.

The wolf held onto his dick, and aimed it at Carl's chest. Will parted his legs a little and wagged his tail. Not before long, a few drops of piss from Will landed on Carl. The gorilla watched coldly, and tried containing himself. He was not used to another male urinating on him. It felt warm, though. There was a musk that Carl was not familiar with, but it was different -- almost refreshingly different. It wasn't so bad, Carl thought. The gorilla even extended the waistband out for the piss to slide down, and absorb into the diaper. As he tugged on the waistband, Carl noticed that he was aroused. In fact, he was even more aroused than before. But why? The answer was unclear. He was clearly fixated on the experience. Randomly, Carl speculated about Will's motives. Why was Will doing this?

"Does it feel good, faggot?"

Carl closed his eyes, and inhaled through his nose.

"You like being wet, don't you?"

The gorilla was breathing hastily.

Carl felt the stream of urine melting into his fur, and sliding down his belly. The piss made its way down to the groin, coating his throbbing dick, and milking his balls with a pungent scent that drove him absolutely wild. He wanted so badly to jerk off, but he knew that he couldn't make any sudden movements. It was getting clearer to Carl that the guard had a diaper fetish as well. Taking that into consideration, everything clicked. Carl did find it strange that the guard had acted so calmly and casual after discovering that Carl had wet the bed. Carl speculated that it was Will who brought in Dr. Bradley, and helped him into diapers -- and that was something Carl found very unusual. Carl even contemplated the scenario that Dr. Bradley was also involved in the conspiracy. The gorilla was finally able to solve the puzzle that had been haunting him, and arousing him simultaneously.

The piss stream stopped. Will wanted to escalate things. He wanted to put Carl in his place, and show him who the real boss was. Acting in a very organized, and synchronized fashion, the wolf removed Carl's piss-heavy diaper, and placed it on Carl's head like a blindfold. Carl's nose was pressed firmly against the inside of his dirty diaper. The scent was overwhelming. Will took Carl back to the bed, and had his naked body bent over the mattress. Will wasted no time in plugging himself into Carl's tight, puckered hole. It was a very tight, virgin hole. Penetration was difficult, and Carl felt the intrusion. He bit down on his lower set of teeth, and grunted. The wolf had a decent-sized knot. Once feeling the knot inside, Carl's knees unbuckled. There was intense pain, but it felt so right. Carl couldn't believe it. He had never experienced this type of pleasure before.

Some people associate prison with the idiom, "Don't drop the soap." Carl knew of the consequences of dropping the soap during a hot, steamy prison shower around inmates. Never did he expect that he would encounter being in that situation. This was not inmate-on-inmate sex. He was being sexually assaulted by a wolf that was shorter than him, less assertive than him. He was being dominated by an unlikely figure. He was the "bitch." This was the first time, in his life, that he was on the receiving end. Only now did he have the slightest idea of what rape is. He was not comfortable with the idea of being the bottom, but it felt good. The pleasure was there. The intensity was there. Every thrust served as a reminder that he was not the king of the prison jungle; that there was always someone else higher up on the hierarchy of aggression.

Carl felt the canine knot pulsating, throbbing, and growing. He could also smell the diaper, and the musky odor that graced his nostrils. Unsurprisingly, the gorilla was the first to shoot his wad, and spray the wall in front of him with his thick primate seed. The gorilla's cum shot uncontrollably from the tip, and colored the wall with a milky white spread. Then, Will said, "Take this!" as he left his mark inside Carl. The gorilla could feel two thick, sticky spurts of spunk. Will took a deep breath, released his grip around his victim's rear, and pulled out. He quickly zipped up. Carl rolled onto the bed, and removed the diaper from his face. There was complete silence from the two males.

"Nothing happened here," said Will.

Once the euphoria of his orgasm disappeared, Carl was depressed. His ego and manliness was compromised, but the sex was extremely pleasurable. It took him a while to realize that Carl was not the big, rough-and-tumble gorilla that he made himself out to be. Rather, he was a preppy college football jock who got caught in the adrenaline of the game, and lost who he truly was in the process. Prison had warped his sense of righteousness, and the walls of confinement contributed to his ruthlessness. Carl forgot that he originally adopted the personality of a prison thug so he could survive behind bars, but when he loosened his grip, and kindled his appreciation for diapers, he left himself open to be exposed. He pushed the boundaries of his perversions only to be anally probed by the guard who entrapped him.

Carl managed to qualify for early release two years later, and left prison without once wetting the bed. He sacrificed the diapers in order to retain a clearer mind, and focus on rehabilitation. He exited prison, but not before issuing a warning to Will. "If we traded places, you would be sore for days," Carl told Will. The wolf smirked as he walked Carl out of his cell on the day of his release.

"Yeah, sure buddy. You're just a big baby. Full of talk," Will snarled.

Carl poked at Will's thickly padded crotch. "Make that two babies," the gorilla retorted.

"Anytime you want to dance, I'm ready."

Carl smiled. "You don't know how rough I can be. You only got your way 'cause you had your gun."

"I'm sooooo scared," Will muttered sarcastically.

"Be glad prison will keep you safe. I'm now free, and unchained."

"Big words."

Carl walked outside in his civilian clothes. He left the prison gates with a backpack, and a good attitude. He saw Will as a challenge, but he wasn't going to revert to his old ways and seek revenge. He was going to get even, lay low in the tall grass like a slithery snake, and ambush when the time was right. For now, Carl had every intention of getting better. He was going to enroll in college again, take business courses, and become successful. While his football days were long gone, Carl decided that he would make up for his crushed college dreams by becoming a real kingmaker. The first investment Carl made, once he left prison, was a case of adult diapers. Prison was one diversion too many. He didn't want bathroom runs to be another.