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It was a good move to get into the barbecue business. After reevaluating his life and circumstances in prison, Carl went back to college, and took business courses. He graduated with a 3.5/4 GPA, and immediately drafted a business plan once he threw his graduate cap in the air. Carl was a fan of his mother's home cooking recipes. The tangy, sweet BBQ meals cooked at home was something the gorilla couldn't get enough of. He thought that creating a fast-food BBQ chain, with those recipies, was a guaranteed success. He was right. A year after graduating college, he convinced investors to invest in his plan, and subsequently opened a restaurant near his house. Almost immediately, the restaurant created buzz, and celebrity chefs descended on his eatery to sample his delicious BBQ ribs and pineapple coleslaw. Life couldn't have been sweeter for the primate, who was once serving out a prison term for rape and related charges.

Carl never forgot what happened to him there. The experience humbled him, but he wanted to return the favor to the prison guard who took advantage of him. The gorilla continued to wear diapers since then, but now it served as a reminder to take care of business back at the slammer. Additionally, diapers helped him maintain a healthy sex life -- but he was in and out of relationships a lot due to his odd sexual habits. When he left prison, he secretly experimented with other males, but after a while, he went back to females. He started dating a woman, Nancy, who was a few years younger than him. The full-bosomed wolfess was very beautiful, elegant, and easy to please. After their first date, Nancy had casually mentioned her brother was a long-time prison guard. The curious gorilla asked for her brother's name. When she answered, he flashed a warm smile. "I can't wait to meet the whole family," he told her.

Nancy was the first woman he knew that accepted his diaper-wearing tendencies. She enjoyed how wild he would get once he wet his diapers. The act of wetting made him more animalistic in the bedroom. There were nights where he would visit her house, dressed in a fine-tailored business suit with a diaper underneath. She would ask him, as he stood on her doorstep, "Are you wet?" The evening would proceed depending on his reply. If he arrived already wet, she would ask him to undress, and "let mommy take care of that diaper for you." If he was dry, she would command him to wet himself "because that's what big boys do best." She knew what turned him on. It was easy. Carl simply rode the momentum. He loved to drill his large cock into her when she was in heat. All it took was her teasing. "You're dirty baby boy," said Nancy as she laid in bed, ready for the horny, diapered gorilla to charge in. He often stood before her, and masturbate in his wet diaper. There were times when she would ask him to "wet more." At that point, he wasn't able to keep his hands off of her.

For Carl, it felt so good riding Will's sister, and her little tight box. Back and forth. In and out. Intoxicated with her scent, he got even harder. It felt like her cunt was grabbing onto him, and pulling him in. When he inched further in, she moaned with enthusiastic pleasure. Nancy grabbed onto the blanket, and gritted her teeth as he fucked her snatch raw. She could feel everything: his vein-throbbing cock, his sweat, his undeniable sexual dominance. He was an absolute monster! There was never a dull moment.

For a moment, the gorilla imagined that he was fucking her brother. He remembered the dreams he had -- involving Will -- since he was released from prison. He dreamed that the black wolf was bound by his arms and legs. He was completely restrained. Carl wanted his naked prey to stay put, and get fucked mercilessly in the ass whenever Carl wanted. When Carl wasn't using him for his sexual pleasure, the gorilla had Will diapered, and deprived him of any bathroom control. In his dreams, Carl enjoyed it when Will whimpered submissively. It was like a telekinetic signal to Carl that his slave needed to go. Carl would not be merciful. He would sit and watch as his prey squirmed, and wiggled in his restraints, and finally blushing once he could no longer hold back. Carl fantasized watching Will wet his diaper uncontrollably -- and maybe spring a leak if he was lucky. Again, more whimpering. Will had to poop this time. Carl imagined standing before Will, crossing his arms, and demanding his prey to give into nature's call. He wanted to see Will resist the temptation, and sweat furiously when he tried, knowing the result was inevitable. A little fart could be heard, and Will would unceremoniously unload into the back of his diaper with the feeling of complete shame. And Carl watched the wolf humiliate himself.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God! Ohhhh! That's it!" Nancy moaned. Her legs started to twitch, and her paws began to curl as she arrived at her earth-shattering orgasm. She let go of her tension, but he kept plowing ahead.

It wouldn't be long before he would leave his mark inside her, and drain his balls of any pent-up ejaculate that was inside. He looked down at her, smiled, and asked, "You liked that?"

Tired, Nancy nodded. "Yeah." She took a couple of deep breaths.

Carl pulled out, stoked his dick one last time before rolling off of her and moving into bed beside her. "I bet that felt good, Will," he thought.

"That was fun, honey," said Nancy. Carl pecked her on his lips, and combed her hair slowly. "I'd never imagine being with a guy who wore diapers. I wasn't into it at first, but seeing how much they turned you on, I couldn't say 'no' to you."

Carl chuckled. "You should try one on someday."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "Yeah... no. Probably not."

"Come on, baby. It feels so good. Would you ever try it? Or consider trying it?"

She paused for a moment and sighed. "If you insult, I'll think about it."

Carl grinned a little.

"No, I said I'd think about it. Don't get the idea in your head that I'm going to put one on" -- she snapped her fingers -- "just like that."

The gorilla lowered into bed and crossed his arms. "Oh, what a shame," said Carl playfully. He reached over to a lamp on an end table beside the bed, and was about to turn it off, but then...

"Don't forget to put on a diaper. You wet the bed the other night, remember?"

Carl snorted. The gorilla grudgingly rolled out of bed, retrieved a diaper from a nearby dresser, and put it on after laying back down in bed. As Carl diapered himself and adjusted the tapes, Nancy giggled. "You're so cute."

"No, I'm not," he protested.

"Of course you are. I like how you're this big, burly businessman by day -- and at night, you're a diapered up, little boy. I like the contrast."

"Hmph." Carl finished diapering himself, pulled the covers over his body and went to sleep.

"Good night, Carl."

Carl was living the good life. He was managing and operating a restaurant that was about to expand as a chain to several regions in the state. He was able to retain his diaper-wearing ways, and have a fun romp in the bedroom whenever he wanted to. Sleeping with the sister of the prison guard -- who sexually assaulted him at gunpoint -- was an added bonus. He had the sneeking suspicion that the fun wouldn't want for long. Will was going to find out, and chaos would ensue. The problem was that Carl had begun to establish a professional reputation, and he was barely able to sweep his criminal record under the rug. The only reason he was able to be successful was due to his push for entrepreneurship. Nobody else would hire him because of his checkered past. He had a lot to lose.

He thought about breaking up with Nancy, but there were some drawbacks. The sex was amazing, and he was even developing feelings for her. Carl believed that once Will finds out about the relationship, he would do everything in his power to destroy it along with his reputation. There was the possibility of blackmail with the threat of exposing every little secret that Carl had. The consequences would be financially and emotionally devastating. He could lose everything. Carl determined that a sacrifice had to be made in order to stay afloat, and the sacrifice was going to be the one he didn't want to make.

On a cold winter day, Carl met with Nancy at a coffee shop in town. He sat at a table outside, dressed in a thick sports jacket and jeans. He looked down at the table, and looked across toward Nancy once in a while. He was visibly nervous, and tried to keep his composure.

"So, what's going on?" asked Nancy.

Carl took a sip of coffee. "I wanted to talk about a few things."

"Like what?"

"Well, I -- my business has been taking up a lot of my time, and..."

"Oh." Nancy looked at her reflection in her coffee.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for not being around lately."

"That's quite alright. I understand." She smiled, and rubbed the side of his face.

He couldn't pull the trigger. "Thank you." The line he wanted to say was, "I don't think this relationship can work with my business expanding and all," but he couldn't. With a soft stroke of her paws, the plan was undone.

Will walked past the cafe, and noticed the unsuspecting couple. Dressed in plain clothes, the wolf walked on the sidewalk, and saw his sister -- but when he saw Carl, he almost choked on his saliva. He walked hastily up to the table. Carl could sense something was wrong when he noticed the look on Nancy's face. She looked surprised, but it wasn't the pleasant kind. Carl turned around, and saw an enraged Will walking to the table.

"You son of a bitch. Why are you with my sister?" Will barked.

Provoked, Carl stood up. "She's my girlfriend. Back off."

The gorilla stood face to face with Will. Nancy leaped from her seat and shouted, "What on earth is going on?"

Carl's blood was boiling. He wanted nothing more than to deck Will in the jaw. "I think someone is itching for a fight," muttered the gorilla.

"You fucking bet I am," Will snapped back.

Nancy raised her arms in frustration. "I want to know what this is all about. Carl?"

"Is that the best you can do?" Will said to Carl. "You're sleeping with my sister? Jesus! You piece of shit." Will pushed against Carl's chest. The bigger, stronger primate stood, unmoved.

"You're not so tough without your gun," Carl whispered to Will.

"We got some unfinished business, boy," Will fumed.

Nancy pulled Will aside, and walked away from Carl. "What has gotten into you?" she asked Will.

Will wanted to answer truthfully, but even he had secrets that he couldn't disclose. He opted to provide a partial explanation. "Carl was an inmate that I supervised," Will admitted. "And look at you! He caught you hook, line, and sinker. You took the bait. He's doing this to get after me. I know it!"

Horrified, Nancy turned to face Carl. "You were in prison? You know Will?" she asked tearfully.

"Yes. I know your brother. How can I ever forget seeing an ugly mug like that?"

Suddenly, Nancy slapped Carl's face. "You used me! How could you play me like that?" she shouted.

Carl wanted the truth to come out, but he paused and said nothing. He wanted to tell her that it was Will who originally got him into diapers with the help of Dr. Bradley. And it was Will who took advantage of Carl by gunpoint, though he enjoyed it later. He wanted to talk about the extent of their sexual relationship. He was ready to admit to Nancy that while he hoped to be with her in spite of her brother, he already developed sincere feelings for her before he knew who she was related to. However, the adrenaline of nervous energy -- rushing through his large body -- prevented him from providing a measured, eloquent explanation that was sufficient enough to reduce the tension. Instead of trying to explain, Carl turned away from Nancy and walked away. The gorilla figured that it would have been a futile effort.

He wanted to break up with Nancy on his own terms, and now Will showed up to ruin any chance of ending his relationship on more peaceful terms. Carl's brush with Will reignited his desire to put the black wolf in his place. The scuffle earlier forced Carl to scramble, and draw a new plan to deal with the problem. There was a lingering, foreseeable concern that Will could do harm to his reputation. Carl had the decency to understand that having a sexual relationship with the sister of a previous sex partner would have additional repercussions.

Carl preferred to think of the situation as a "cat and mouse" game. Will made his move, and it was Carl who needed to counter. He wasn't going to be the "mouse" for long.

Carl paid a visit to Dr. Bradley, who was a few months shy of retirement. The gorilla showed up at the prison he once called "home," and met Dr. Bradley for a chat in his office. Located in the prison hospital, Dr. Bradley's office was small but sufficient. The gorilla got nice and cozy as he sat before Dr. Bradley's desk, and conversed with the physician.

"Everything okay with you and your... problem that you had way back when? Is it still around?" asked the tiger.

"Not really." Carl lied. "But I wanted to thank you for helping me out. It was -- well, it's hard to talk about sometimes, but..."

Dr. Bradley nodded. "Of course it is. Truth be told, there are several patients -- that I see -- who actually are incontinent, and I've supplied the same treatment. It's not uncommon, just so you know."

"Thanks for the assurance, doctor."

"At my age, it's almost expected. Bladder muscles aren't as strong as they used to be. It starts with a little leakage, and then turns to something more. It's like, 'What's happening to my body?' But you put on some protection, and you get that assurance that everything is going to be alright. But, of course, change frequently to prevent diaper rashes."

"What's with you and diapers, Dr. Bradley?"

The physician was stumped by the question. He chuckled nervously. "I... uh..."

Carl noticed how the doctor seemed to talk about diapers a lot. Also, Carl had enough common sense to deduce that doctors typically aim to cure a certain problem, not to merely manage one. If incontinence was the problem, the solution was not diapers. Dr. Bradley did ultimately request that Carl see a gastroenterologist, and run through a series of tests, but the doctor did not meet Carl to follow through on the visit that day. Instead, Carl was subjected to Will's sexual deviance. After that ordeal, Carl never met with the gastroenterologist, but Dr. Bradley did visit him for check-ups once a month. The physician prescribed him diapers, and often extolled the benefits of wearing them though he never suggested remedies that would prevent incontinence from occurring.

Dr. Bradley's actions seemed suspicious to Carl. When he was in prison, the physician enlisted the service of an armed prison guard to restrict his movements in order to diaper him. In Carl's mind, prison staff are usually not in the business of diapering prison inmates by force. There was also the fact that the same prison guard who diapered him was also in diapers. In a very casual tone, Dr. Bradley referred to the guard on a first-name basis, which the gorilla found to be strange. There was a connection, but what was it? He had to find out.

"I see what this is." Carl pointed at Dr. Bradley. "You like your big boys all diapered up, don't you?"

The physician shifted a little in his chair. "It's nothing like that."

"Tell the truth. You and your friend, Will, like to get into all sorts of trouble. You'd diaper up someone even if they caught a cold. I mean, come on. Be serious. Level with me."

Dr. Bradley cleared his throat, and rubbed his beard. "Geeze."

"Am I wrong?"

The tiger stood up. "Mister Page, I don't have the time to sit here, and be accused of impropriety with my patients." He slapped his hands on the table. "Please leave."

Carl stood, and started unbuckling his belt, and removing his pants.

"What are you doing?" asked Dr. Bradley.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Carl undressed, and took his pants off. He kept the blazer on, but let his pants sag by his shoes. He stood in his underwear. "Doc, I think you like it when guys slap on big, bulky diapers. It gets you all nice and hard, right?" He pushed his briefs further down his waist, and showed off his wet diaper. "I pissed myself while I was talking to you. I had to go so bad." Carl teased the doctor aggressively. "See how wet I got?" He grabbed his crinkled, soggy crotch, and wiggled it suggestively. "I bet it smells so good too."

Dr. Bradley slowly approached Carl from behind his desk. The older tiger was getting hot under the collar, just as Carl predicted. The doctor didn't wear diapers typically because he preferred to play the caretaker role, and diaper others. None of his colleagues were aware of his perversions -- not even his wife, who was happily married to the doctor for 25 years. He took a good look at Carl's diaper. Like a good doctor should, he studied every fine detail -- and taking everything into account made him excruciatingly horny. As he stepped closer to Carl, Dr. Bradley smelled the fine, pungent musk of the gorilla -- and it lingered in the air. It was so fresh. So inviting. His tail raised up.

"I love my boys in diapers," Dr. Bradley confessed. "That's no lie."

"Oh yeah?" the gorilla baited. "Is that so? You like putting your prison'boys' in diapers, and tying them up?"

"Yes..."

"You and Will like to play this game?"

"Yes!"

The physician checked Carl's diaper. It was an Attends Slip M10, a diaper that's only produced in Europe and Canada. It was one of the finest diapers around. The diaper is specifically for long-term and overnight wear, so Carl wanted something thick. It looked good on him. Look at that big, muscular stud in his wet diaper! It felt so warm in the front. It was fresh. The wetness was new. Looked like he peed a lot, and didn't hold anything back. This required a sniff. Dr. Bradley pushed his muzzle against the gorilla's diaperfront, and even teased Carl by licking it. He worshipped it. The physician never encountered a male who enjoyed using his diaper so much. It was so shameless. Every time he nuzzled the diaper, Carl groaned, and gently petted the tiger's head. Oh, the piss! The crinkle! What a baby!

"How 'bout you suck my dick?" suggested Carl. He slowly unfastened the four diaper tapes, and let the front side of his heavy, soaked diaper fall on top of the tiger's muzzle. Dr. Bradley caught it, raised the diaper up to his nose for one more sniff. "You like that, huh?" Carl wiggled his extremely hard cock in front of Dr. Bradley. The blind, sexual adrenaline took over Dr. Bradley, and he grabbed onto Carl's piss-soaked dick. The doctor put the diaper down before taking in the shaft. With his eyeglasses on, Dr. Bradley looked up at Carl, who was smiling. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker. He moved his head back and forth. Carl led by the physician's example, and humped into the tiger's maw. It started slow at first. It got faster. Faster. Carl grabbed onto the tiger's head and forced the doctor to take in more. It was too much! Dr. Bradley helplessly soaked his underwear with a plentiful amount of spunk. He didn't care.

As soon as he was about to cum, Carl pulled out and shot a load on Dr. Bradley's face. The gorilla's thick seed oozed from the tiger's lenses, and dripped down his muzzle. In a moment of complete vulnerability for the doctor, Carl reached over to the doctor's desk, retrieved his smartphone -- which he left on the table earlier -- and told Dr. Bradley to "smile." Suddenly, a white flash. A picture was taken. The doctor was immediately horrified. With cum continuing to drip from his furry face and whiskers, Dr. Bradley leaped to his feet, and took a few steps back -- almost falling backwards onto his desk.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" the doctor stammered.

"Oh, nothing except maybe report you to the medical board for taking advantage of prison inmates in the name of medicine," Carl calmly replied. Along with the picture, Carl had secretly recorded audio on his phone, which included the confession from Dr. Bradley. Carl played the exchange back to the doctor, who scrambled to find something to wipe his face with.

"Why would you do this to me? You were part of it."

"No," Carl countered. "I was an inmate. I was only following doctor's orders."

"Why ruin a good thing?" the doctor shouted while wiping his face with a paper towel.

Carl sat back down in his chair, still naked from the waist down. "I'll tell you why. For one, I seriously doubt that other inmates felt the experience you gave them was worth it. And two, Will put a gun to my chest, put a dirty diaper over my head, and fucked me. You turned the other way when that happened. That makes you a coward."

"What do you want from me?"

Carl zoomed in on the photo he just took of the doctor. "Tell Will that I'm coming for him. You want to keep your medical license, I'm sure. For now, I own your dignity. The least you can do is relay the message to your friend. Tell him, 'Carl says it's game on.'"

The next day, Dr. Bradley confronted Will, who was doing his routine morning checks of inmates. The physician stopped Will in a hallway of one of the cell blocks, and told him what happened in lowered voices.

"He did what?!"

Dr. Bradley cleared his throat. "I'm not going to repeat the details again, but he said he was coming after you next."

"Oh, for the love of..." Will paced back and forth, and stomped his feet. He pointed to the doctor angrily. "You fell into his trap too."

"You mean there was someone else he went after?"

"He fucked my sister. That son of a bitch!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. We have to think about this carefully, or I could lose my medical license."

"Right." Will paused. "Nancy, my sister, told me he runs a restaurant chain. I believe it's called 'Big Mama's' or something like that. That's our angle. We should focus there."

"His food is good, actually."

"Shut up! We need to hit him where it hurts, and that's 'Big Mama's'."

Dr. Bradley and Will hatched a genius plan, which could effectively cripple Carl's operations. Will consulted the jail warden, and made a strange proposal. It went like this: as a token of his appreciation for the care he received and the friends he made at the prison, Carl wanted to provide food for the inmates. In reality, it was Dr. Bradley, who donated several hundred dollars for food orders from Big Mama's. He ordered fried chicken, barbecue hot wings, cajun-seasoned french fries, mashed potatoes, and pineapple-raisin coleslaw. The warden reluctantly accepted Carl's "generous offer," and provided the necessary accommodations for the prison kitchen crew. Before the kitchen staff had access to the food, the doctor carefully "seasoned" the food with a very strong prescription laxative that effectively voided bowels and urine for patients suffering from extreme constipation. After ingestion, the desired result would take place almost immediately. And the inmates would wish that they wore diapers.

A week after the plan was devised, the kitchen prepared meals courtesy of Big Mama for the inmates during lunch. The inmates were grateful for Carl, and even praised him. For a prison dining hall, the mood was relatively festive. The food was delicious, and the inmates bellies were undoubtedly full of good, homemade barbecue cuisine. The collective gratification didn't last long, though. One inmate stood up suddenly, and tried rushing to a bathroom. The bovine was quickly restrained, and held down by prison guards. He moaned and groaned in agony. Sweat was dripping with desperation from his brow. His stomach was churning, and grumbling, and pushing out something fast. He kept shouting, "I have to go!" but the guards did not loosen their restraints. "Oh no. I can't... I can't... I'm sorry!" Following a deceptively small fart, the bovine loaded a mess in the back of his orange prisonsuit. Once the whiff reached their nostrils, the guards retreated, and let the inmate stand up. The bovine couldn't. As he tried to stand on his hooves, the pain and pressure kept him in a squatting position. The inmates rear expanded wildly, turned into a darkish brown tint -- and it showed no signs of stopping. The pressure forced the muscular bull to piss his suit. Urine caressed down his right leg. Then his left. A puddle of his piss formed below him. Several of the inmates proceeded to laugh at the bovine until they experienced the same symptoms.

The hall was filled with screams, moans, and obscenities. The kitchen staff looked on in horror. Dr. Bradley and Will stood in the shadows, watching the chaotic scene with joy. They watched as the inmates turned into undomesticated, dirty pigs wallowing in their filth. They held onto their bulging rear ends. They whined while they grabbed their crotches, and piss spilled between their fingertips. They soiled themselves uncontrollably. One inmate managed to unzip his fly, and urinate outside of his suit, but the stream unfortunately landed on the leg of another inmate. A fight broke out. Fists were flying. The guards hesitantly rushed in, and removed the fighting inmates. Others were taken to the hospital for evaluations. The smell was obscene inside the hall. The floors were unbelieveably filthy. It was a horrifying scene. Dr. Bradley and Will remained stoical as they stood together in a corner of the dining hall with their arms crossed. Will turned to face the doctor's ear and whispered to him, "Give my regards to prison laundry. They will have a long night ahead of them courtesy of Carl Page." The doctor smiled.

The incident made local headlines. "Big Mama's Investigated for Poisoned Food." Carl was outraged by the story. He sat in his living room, and read the newspaper article. "Inmates reportedly began to urinate and defecate in their uniforms without any control. Doctors say the food was likely tampered by an outside source. One doctor, who preferred to remain anonymous, said that the food was laced with a strong, hospital-grade laxative. The food was provided by Carl Page, founder and CEO of Big Mama's Kitchen, an up-and-coming barbecue fast-food chain. Page was also a former inmate of the county jail, and had served five years for multiple charges, including rape, false imprisonment, and battery. Some have speculated that this was an effort by Page to retaliate against the prison because of his previous incarceration there."

"Bullshit!" Carl crumpled up the newspaper, and tossed it away angrily. Because he was not directly in charge of day-to-day operations at Big Mama's Kitchen, he was unaware of the large order placed. Carl immediately called the manager at the restaurant, who had already caught wind of the news. Carl asked for the name of the person who placed the order. Doctor Stephen Bradley. The clumsy, perverted old doctor didn't do much to cover up his tracks. Carl immediately consulted his attorney, and reviewed some of the facts. There was no evidence to show that Carl, himself, authorized the large order of food for the prison. However, being a shrewd business owner and an ex-con, the public court of opinion may not believe that. Then there was the hospital-grade laxative. Carl had no access to the laxative, given that only a medical professional would have access to something like that. That was much more believable. Combining that information with the fact that a medical professional ordered the food, the case against Will and Dr. Bradley was a slum dunk. Now, Carl needed to have a press conference.

It took a day to process all the information, but Carl was ready for the press conference. He held it outside his restraurant at noon. The press arrived. Then came the flashing cameras. Everyone took their seats. Carl stood on a makeshift wooden platform, dressed in a fine black suit and tie. He looked out at the audience, and spoke to a dozen live microphones placed in front of him.

"First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone for coming here today. Big Mama's Kitchen is one of the fastest growing fast food chains, and we keep getting bigger. Earnings are up, profits are up. We created hundreds of jobs locally, and we've served almost a million satisfied customers. This is why it came as a shock to find out that my business and my likeness has been used for sinister purposes.

"Two days ago, someone ordered large quantities of food from this location. It was sent to our county jail. For full disclosure -- I just wanted to add that -- I once served time there for things that I deeply regret. It was the time I spent in prison that helped me reevaluate my purpose in life. There were reports that inmates were poisoned by the food. From the bottom of my heart, my sympathies go out to my brothers behind bars for what transpired. But I was not -- and I repeat, not -- behind this heinous plot. After conducting my investigation, I have every reason to believe that a few staff members of the prison were involved in this."

Carl revealed his evidence to the media. When questions were asked about his relationship with Dr. Bradley and Will, Carl answered very carefully. Without mentioning the oral sex he had with the doctor, Carl referred to Dr. Bradley as a physician who he consulted regularly for a medical issue that he refused to disclose for confidentiality reasons. He did, however, state that he opposed the treatment, calling it "inhumane" and "humiliating." Without mentioning that said treatment aroused him greatly, Carl accused the doctor of forcing him to do something he did not want to do. He wanted to implicate Will in the activity, but mentioning him was irrelevant.

Meanwhile, Nancy watched the live press conference on the television set in her bedroom. She curled up in bed, and watched her ex-boyfriend defend himself. She was surprised -- and yet disappointed -- that he actually served time in prison. She had no idea. She could understand why he didn't want to tell her. Who would want to date an ex-con? She turned up the volume using her remote control, and listened to Carl address the allegations against him. What the gorilla was accused of doing to prison inmates was out of character. She wondered, "Why would he do such a thing and jeopardize his own business in the process?" It didn't add up. She wanted to believe, in her heart, that he was innocent. Coincidentally, Nancy was out of contact with her brother for the past two days. Perhaps there was a connection. She remembered Will telling Carl, "We got some unfinished business, boy" on the day she last spoke to the gorilla. It would be strange that her brother, who was known to have a vindictive temper, would be out of reach during a time when his nemesis was forced to address charges.

Nancy still had feelings for Carl. He was very caring and respectful toward her. Their relationship didn't seem to be one based on revenge. They spent so much time together that she didn't feel like any sort of pawn. She hoped that one day, she could talk to Carl about what really happened. She was curious, and refused to let the relationship completely slip away from her paws.

As she watched the press conference, Nancy saw a suspicious looking individual in a trenchcoat make a dash toward Carl from behind the podium. She screamed at the television, "Look out!" Carl turned around to face the assailant for a split second before his assailant tackled him to the ground. The mysterious assailant tackled him by the waist, and yanked his pants down in the process. In the middle of the scuffle, Carl flashed his diaper to the cameras without realizing it. Security immediately arrived at the scene, and pulled the assailant off of the gorilla. Carl slowly stood up, adjusted his shirt and tie. Carl's press secretary announced that the press conference was over. The media was undeterred. They had a more interesting story on their hands. Meanwhile, Carl stood silently, and looked out to the crowd before him. He was petrified. Everyone knew he wore diapers now, especially wet ones. Feeling embarrassed for him, Nancy covered her maw, and muttered, "Oh shit! Will!" while she hastily put on her clothes. She took her car keys off the dresser and left the apartment.

Though he felt nervous at first, Carl began to remember when he was first introduced to diapers in prison. He entertained the risk of getting caught and humiliated for being the "big baby" in diapers. Reflecting on this part of the past caused him to blush, and get a little sweaty from thinking about the fun. Inside his diaper, the gorilla was getting hard. The arousal managed to revitalize his confidence. He could feel the sudden sexual adrenaline high, converging into his heart. To Carl, it felt like life was finally restored since he stopped seeing Nancy. Then he saw Nancy in the crowd, staring back at him with a smile. He quickly turned to his side when he saw Will being handcuffed and escorted into the back of a policecar. Carl figured that Will would get desperate because the gorilla was able to trace the incident back to him.

"As you can see, I have plumbing trouble," Carl joked with the press. He brushed himself off. He wandered back to the microphones without pulling his pants back up. "This is a strange sight for you guys, I'm sure."

He spoke candidly to reporters, and finally mentioned the truth to the chagrin of his legal counsel. He told the media about how he started wetting the bed in prison. He didn't know the cause of it because he never sought an actual diagnosis. He was too embarrassed. He explained how Will found out about it, and how Will introduced him to the physician. Carl explained how he was unceremoniously forced into diapers, and had grown accustomed to it over time because that was the lesser poison compared to a scenario when he wasn't wearing diapers at all. He explained how he contested the doctor, who proposed what he believed to be intrusive medical evaluations -- and he explained his reasoning for why that was a ploy to lure him into being sexually assaulted by Will. The accusations for very specific, shocking, and the media gobbled it up. Carl's press secretary desperately tried waving away the media after he finished telling his story.

"I don't see myself as a victim. I see myself as a survivor who went on to do greater things," said Carl. "This" -- he pointed to his diaper -- "this is just something I have to live with. I'm not going to let this define who I am. Okay, I'm now taking questions."

After the press conference, Nancy spoke to Carl and apologized on behalf of her brother. In return, Carl apologized for not disclosing the association with her brother during the tenure of their romantic relationship, but he insisted that he loved Nancy. The love for her had conquered over his desire to retaliate against Will. While she wanted to believe that to be true, Nancy told Carl that she had her doubts -- but she understood why he acted the way he did. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and kindly told him that it would be best to not continue the relationship. Carl agreed, smiled, and felt relieved that he was able to finally end the relationship on more peaceful, mutual terms. Being that the breakup was now "official" in his eyes, Carl felt he overcame a significant burden. However, there was one more thing he had to accomplish. He needed to visit the soon-to-be inmate at prison.

Convicted for multiple charges including assault and battery, Will was the most timid inmates in prison. Standing at five feet and eleven inches, the former prison guard resided in a small prison cell. The black wolf tried to keep a low profile after news spread that he and Dr. Bradley fed them laxatives. He was obviously the type who liked the bully, but after getting caught, he preferred to stay away from others. He had no desire to leave his cell. He knew that he was in over his head, and what he did only empowered Carl. Will was aware that Dr. Bradley was also serving time in prison, and was located a few cell blocks away. The doctor was now able to spend his retirement locked up, signing divorce papers. One day, Will had a visitor; a visitor he knew was coming. It was only a matter of time.

The guards at prison, who Carl bribed with gift certificates to his restaurant, allowed him to visit Will at his cell instead of the visiting area. A guard led Carl to Will's cell, and opened up the door. Will sat in bed, dressed in prison garb. He looked down, and resigned himself to his fate. He took a heavy sigh, and looked up to see Carl, who was dressed in his black suit, tie, and matching cordoroy pants. Carl took off his sunglasses, and stared at Will for a moment. "That's the one," Carl told the guard, who subsequently departed. "Thanks." Carl slowly closed the door.

"I know why you're here," said a subdued Will.

"No, you don't."

Carl paced back and forth in the cell. "I wanted to thank you."

The black wolf perked up an ear. "For?"

"For giving me the drive. I hated you for what you did to me, but rising from it was a challenge that I found satisfying."

"'Hating it'? No, you loved it. Stop trying to rewrite the past."

"No," said Carl tersely, pointing to Will. "I hated the fact that I had to play by your rules. You didn't play the game right."

"So you're going to fuck me now? Is that it?"

"I would like to," Carl admitted. "But I just wanted to say thanks..."

Will stood up from his bed when Carl turned away from him, and headed to the door. "Wait!"

Carl stopped, and grinned. "Yes?"

Will took a deep breath, and slowly removed his orange suit. The black wolf stood in the middle of his cell, wearing a diaper, which was dry. "Did Dr. Bradley provide you with that?" asked Carl.

"It's contraband."

Will knew that the attraction to Carl was there, but the wolf mishandled it for the sake of a cheap sexual thrill that snowballed out of control. He was drawn to the gorilla's manliness, and his strong penchant for diapers. Unlike the doctor, who was his secret lover for several years, Carl was undeterred by diapers -- and continued wearing them in spite of what others thought. It didn't hurt his business much except receive criticism from social conservatives who thought Big Mama's Kitchen was in business to fund the gorilla's "fetish ponzi schemes." Instead, Carl turned a negative into a positive, and started contributing to charities pertaining to incontinence awareness. Then diaper-wearing wasn't such a big deal after all. The controversy disappeared to make way for bigger headlines. And he continued wearing diapers despite everything.

This turned Will on. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to be with Carl, but he didn't know how to break the ice. He wanted to apologize to Carl for what happened in the past, but apologies did not make good foreplay. He knew that intercourse would resolve tensions, especially the sexual kind. The wolf knew about Carl's exchange with the doctor. When he was first told about the story by Dr. Bradley, he later masturbated to the details that he reimagined. Big, muscular stud comes into the doctor's office, seduces the middle-aged tiger with his wet diaper. The already-married male was seemingly hypnotized by Carl, and sucked his big gorilla dick. No questions asked. Nobody could resist the musk and the advances of a dirty, masculine gorilla. He may not have liked the fact that Carl tried to expose him through blackmailing the doctor, but he appreciated the way that he pulled it off.

"Why aren't you wet? I'm disappointed," teased Carl.

Will's heart skipped a beat. "You'd like me to?"

"I would like you to do that, yes. Stand in the corner over there."

Will walked over to a corner of the cell, which had nothing there. The wolf faced the wall.

"Dirty animals don't use toilets. When they're trapped in a cage, they find a corner to piss in."

Will wet his cheap Depend diaper. He pulled the front lip of his diaper out, and saw a thick stream of urine pouring from his cock and soaking up the core. He had to calm himself down, and rub his shaft a little before he could relax enough to wet. The wetness began to expand from underneath the waistband. He stopped the stream momentarily, and aimed his shaft up, and bent it slightly toward his chest. He urinated on his own chest. It felt liberating. This caused some of the piss to land on the concrete floor, and create a puddle. After a couple of seconds, he aimed his shaft back down into his diaper, and finished wetting. When Will looked over his shoulder to see what the gorilla was doing, he noticed that Carl had undressed. The horny primate was playing with his hard cock, stuffed comfortably inside his own diaper.

"Good boy," he told Will. "Get that diaper nice and full."

Carl sat down on the cell toilet with his diaper on, and continued watching Will. The wolf bent his knees down into a squatting position. The wolf's cheeks blushed red as he messed his diaper in front of Carl. It happened fairly quickly. The back of Will's diaper expanded greatly, followed by a large pancake-sized brown blotch. Will felt the large load emptying into his diaper suddenly, and for a split-second, he thought he was an "infant" helplessly filling his seat. The load felt so warm and squishy so he had to rub it with his paw. Carl's arousal was very intense, and he wanted to reward the baby for doing a good job. The wolf was panting with pleasure as Carl approached him.

"Did it feel good, baby?" asked Carl. "Suck your thumb for me."

Will took a free paw and sucked on his thumb. He turned his body around to face Carl. Carl smiled devilishly.

Carl fucked Will, and held onto the wolf's waist. Will had his legs spread out, and felt the gorilla's thick, juicy meat ravage his tailhole. It was so rough. Carl was throwing his entire body into it, jerking his hips violently like a prison thug who waited almost ten years to fuck a bottom bitch. All that lust. All that tension. Carl yelled at Will for being a "diaper faggot." Will moaned in agreement. Carl fucked him harder, and muttered to him, "Look at that mess you made." Carl was referring to the corner of Will's cell. "You dirty, little prick!" In and out. Hairy, manly balls slapping against the skin. They switched positions quickly, and Carl fucked him sideways on the dirty floor. Without any warning, Carl's cock spewed a copious amount of cum inside of Will. Will was breathless. It felt so good... all that spunk coating the prostate. There was so much. It hurt so good. Will was close to climaxing, but he needed something more. There was something missing.

Carl had another surprise in store. Still inside Will, he waited until the erection lost its edge, and pushed himself further inside. Then he relieved himself. A warm, musky stream flushed into the wolf's tailhole -- and it didn't seem to stop. Will whimpered. There was a lot of piss that Carl was holding back, and it felt so good rushing in. Carl reached over to jerk Will off, and that sent the wolf over the edge. He ejaculated all over the floor. Cum oozed from the tip of his shaft like a fountain. The feeling of euphoria was strong and long-lasting. It was all over. All sins were forgiven. He could feel the tension leaving his body. Carl felt the same way. When Carl finished urinating, he pulled out, shook his cock, and slowly stood back up.

Carl felt very accomplished. He vanquished an enemy, and it wasn't Will. It was his insecurity, his lingering doubt, and the manifestation of an ego that went awry. Will laid on the floor. Instead of feeling defeated, he felt satisfied. He felt complete, and maybe a little sore. He wasn't happy with being in prison, though he felt that he was able to bury the hatchet.

The diapered pair never became a couple, and their sexual rendezvous became few and far between. Will focused on getting his life back on track, and Carl focused on turning his business into a nationwide chain, which it ultimately became. Within only a couple of years, Big Mama's Kitchen (later renamed "BMK" for short) became the barbecue equivelant of McDonalds. People always lined up to get a taste of his trademark honey BBQ ham and pineapple sandwiches. He was featured in several food magazines, and ultimately became the face for BMK. Once in a while, people talked about Carl, and joked about his diaper habits. Carl had a sense of humor about the whole thing, calling himself "baby-daddy." When people spotted him on the street, they'd sometimes ask him, "Are you wearing a diaper right now?" He would laugh, stare them down with a menacing poker face, and ask them, "Would you like to find out?"