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I stood back in awe as the final fold of crinkly plastic unfurled on my bed. I lifted my hand and noticed that it was literally trembling from the excitement. I had no idea it was going to be quite this big, this thick or this... real.

* * * *

This was the culmination of weeks of anticipation and, at times, disbelief that this could even be possible. Last month, I had been skirting shyly around a diaper fetish website (as I had been for some time), when I came across an amazing sight. I could only have described it as a diaper suit; a huge mass of thick, crinkly, plastic-coated padding shaped into a humanoid form.

Actually, that's not quite true. It was actually the perfect outline of an anthropomorphic bunny rabbit. It was just like a fursuit, only rendered in the form of an enormous, full-enclosure diaper. It was made of the same soft, wrinkled, slightly shiny material of a diaper, with layers of absorbent padding underneath. Its opening appeared to span from the lower jaw, right down the chest to the belly, flanked by rows of colourful tapes to secure it around its wearer. The only indication that there was anyone (or anything) inside was a tuft of white fur poking through the suit's "mouth", the tapes beside which were left open, almost resembling whiskers. Oh, and the obvious yellow splotch in its front. That's right, this incredible creation was also fully-functional, and the bunny inside was clearly taking full advantage of this fact.

The almost instinctive reaction to seeing this amazing, deeply-arousing piece of fetish-wear was to want to exclaim, "Where did you get this?!" and "How much did it cost?!" Even as my slick, tapered cetacean member began to slide out from its slit, my brain reminded me that it would be very rude to blurt that out. I was relatively unknown on these sorts of websites, preferring to keep my interest in diapers private. For me, diapers were something of a double-edged sword; both the path to deep, profound pleasure, but also a one-way ticket to being shunned and judged by people whose approval I relied on. Nevertheless, the urge to find out more about this "diaper suit" compelled me to contact the bunny who posted the image. The website listed his handle as 'SoakedBunny88', the rather generic Internet nickname not giving me much to go on. I left him a politely-worded private message on the board and, if I'm honest with myself, spent the next few nights furiously fapping to that image.

* * * *

Well, a week had passed and I'd heard nothing from the elusive rabbit-in-the-diaper-suit. It was a good thing I'd saved a copy of that photo, too, as it disappeared from the website a few days later; unfortunately before I had a chance to ask what few contacts I had on there if they knew anything about the suit. I didn't want to say too much, or speak too loudly about it. I knew it was something huge and important in the diaper fetish community, but I also knew that I'd draw a lot of attention to myself by being the first person to mention it publicly.

I continued to fantasise about the diaper suit I had seen. I imagined how thick the padding would be, how incredible it would feel when covering not just my crotch and rear, but my entire body... I daydreamed about how I would crinkle with even the slightest movement, which would itself be severely restricted by the fact that I would've been trapped in a mass of wadding and plastic, probably unable to even reach my own crotch. I dreamt of the frustration of being unable to bring myself to orgasm, despite the blood pumping so powerfully through my erect dolphin penis that anyone else might burst a vessel.

More than all of that, I started to think about using that all-over diaper for its intended purpose; not just soaking the front, but also surrendering control of my bowels and filling the back. The spreading warmth... the gurgling and squishing... the way a suit like that would just continue to swell, bloat and fill. When a normal diaper would surely start to sag and leak, the diaper suit would keep everything contained. It would slowly start to rise up; first to my belly, then the bottom of my chest... all the while, the warm, humid, acrid air sending me into a state of pure ecstasy. As I shuddered violently, spurting thick phinny seed all over my chair at the thought, in my afterglow I realised that it would be more than just piss and shit in that diaper suit; in this state of mind, I could be up to my neck in jizz alone.

When I came down from the pleasure-induced high, my thoughts changed to disappointment and lament. I'd probably never hear back from 'SoakedBunny88', and any dream of owning a suit like his was looking very distant.

* * * *

The next morning, when I read through my e-mails, I could hardly believe my eyes. No, it wasn't a message from the bunny whose padded suit I had obsessed over so much. This was a message from someone I'd never chatted with before, from an e-mail address I didn't recognise. The subject line was simply, "Your custom diaper suit". My jaw dropped as I read the message:

A friend has informed me that you expressed interest in one of my creations; a rabbit diaper suit. Unfortunately, the item in question is a one-off. However, I have taken the liberty of creating a version of that diaper suit which I feel is tailored to your own particular tastes and desires. I have no intention of holding you to ransom over this item; I simply ask that you reimburse me for the cost of materials and delivery to your preferred shipping address.

It seemed far too good to be true. Part of my brain cried, "Scam!", but that was quashed by the overwhelming lack of coincidence in this. It was clearly a message for me and nobody else, and if I was interpreting it correctly, it represented an offer I simply couldn't refuse. So... I did what anyone else would have done in my situation (particularly as my morning wood poked uncomfortably through the gap in my boxer briefs); I wired the stranger a hundred bucks and replied back with my address.

* * * *

Well, after hearing nothing more about it for several days, I began to question whether the offer had been genuine at all. Just as I was doubting my anonymous benefactor, the doorbell rang and my heart began to race with giddiness. Quietly, but quickly, I answered the door to catch the postman as he was leaving the porch. A large box sat on my doorstep, and I instantly knew what it was.

I looked around, both paranoid and possessive, quickly reaching down to snatch up the parcel, my tail-flukes smacking into the front door as I hastily pulled it shut behind me. There was no time to waste; I headed straight to the bedroom and gently opened the package. When I saw the top-most square of folded, crinkly white plastic, all preconceptions went out the door, and I was in the hands of fate.

* * * *

So, picking up from where I started my tale, I had lifted the folded diaper suit out of its box and began to spread it out on the bed. I intended to get inside it straight away, no time wasted. I wanted this from the moment I first saw it, and nothing was going to stop me; not work, not family, not anything.

I knew immediately what my benefactor had meant when he said that this would be tailored to me. Although vacant and parted in its "open" state, I immediately recognised the diaper suit as being modelled on myself; a Common Dolphin. And like me, the suit had a distinctive yellow stripe around the torso and eyes, with a blue accent running from the cheek to the shoulder. These colourful areas were made of shiny plastic, and were designed to give the diaper tapes a surface to adhere to. This garment was me, in diaper form. Mind you, the almost-ridiculously thick padding changed the proportions of the suit; it was less like the toned, athletic dolphin body I was intimately familiar with, and more like a squat, pudgy, cartoon rendition of myself. Like a pool toy, I suppose... but I doubt I would be much use in the water with this thing; it was so eager to suck up fluid that even my nervously-sweating webbed hand-fins were dry after laying it out on the bed.

I stared at the diaper suit with baited breath, imagining what might happen if I edged closer to it. I was fighting against nerves, the inertia created by weeks of anticipation and a school-girlish giddiness that had overcome me since the doorbell rang. After what seemed like hours, I shuffled closer on my broad foot-flippers and ran my fin-digits over the open dolphin diaper suit. I shuddered with arousal and decided enough was enough. I climbed onto the bed awkwardly, tucking my thick, heavy tail between my legs and positioning myself over the suit. I squatted down with agonising sluggishness, not daring to squash or even fold the garment the wrong way. With a very loud cross between a sigh and a moan, I slipped my flippers and tail-fluke down into the diaper folds. I squealed with delight as I felt the warm, soft embrace of the thick diaper fabric around my legs and tail. I almost came right then and there.

I allowed myself to relax, putting my full weight down on the seat of the diaper suit. As I shuffled down to get a closer fit, I realised just how huge and round the diaper front was. It must've risen above the mattress by over two feet, and I could barely see over it. It parted my legs almost comically, but it felt so good. Before I slipped my arms into those of the suit, I stretched out my hands and squeezed the crinkled crotch in front of me. I could feel my rock-hard member rub against the inside of the padding, unparalleled in its arousal as my hands forced noisy crinkles and rustles from the surface of the diaper. Weeks of fantasies raced through my mind, and I gathered my senses for the final plunge as I tugged the suit's head over mine and let my hand-fins glide through the suit's arms.

* * * *

As I came to, I realised that I must have spent quite some time just losing myself in the incredible sensation of being hugged all-over by padding. I didn't dare move a muscle for fear of somehow spoiling the experience, so I had been deprived of the crinkling noises that so stimulated me. Having not even done-up the tapes on the diaper suit, I decided to break the silence and savour that pleasure.

Before I could even take in the wonderment of the experience as the first crinkles erupted from the plastic surface of my diaper suit, I felt the front of the suit snap back and squeeze against me... but wait, that wasn't me?! Before I could react fully to that, the tapes running along the opening of the suit creaked and pulled taut, tugging the back of the suit with them. I couldn't believe it; the suit was moving on its own! More, it was closing itself! The tapes flopped down against their corresponding places on the neck of the suit, the adhesive grating as it settled into place, firmly closing the suit. I squirmed, flailed and thrashed, but the immensely-thick material softened my protesting movements into harmless shuffling. As if acknowledging the futility of my struggles, the rest of the tapes above and below snapped closed as well, sealing me in. All that remained open was a tiny slit between the tapes on my jaw, giving me the minimum of fresh air as the humidity of the interior took over. The air coming through my blowhole was warm and steamy, made worse by my frantic panicking as ultimate fantasy turned to nightmare.

The suit had to be alive! It was the only reasonable explanation as I felt the wrinkled surface tighten and squeeze against me. Although I could probably roll myself off the bed, my movements were severely retarded and I was blinded by the padding over my eyes. My hands and flippers were useless; digits fused and buried under thick, annoyingly-arousing wadding. Each time I tensed my body to try and squirm free, the diaper suit somehow constricted itself around me, pinning me in place (though in absolute comfort). I was trapped, and it was clear that the suit didn't want me going anywhere.

* * * *

By now, I was terrified at my predicament. I had no prospect of escape, and I was utterly helpless in the heavy, toasty, animated diaper suit. Reluctantly, I stopped struggling and laid still for a time. In the downtime, my fetishes crept back into my thoughts and I started to see a different side to my situation. I was trapped in a living dolphin-shaped diaper suit, held against my will by some sinister intelligence... it was like one of my wet dreams made flesh. Desperation began to fade into acceptance, and acceptance to arousal as I felt my member harden once more. Pushing into the impervious diaper padding, I doubt it would have even made a visible bulge... but I could feel it, and I was almost certain that the suit could feel it too.

With my senses dampened and isolated, I began to retreat into my head. I remembered that I had left the door unlocked, a dirty frying pan on the stove and many of my morning chores unfinished... including, as I realised with horror, my morning trip to the bathroom. It was like a chain reaction from there; I tried to stop myself thinking about how much I needed to pee, but that just made my sensory-deprived brain dwell more on the subject. Psychosomatically, I felt pressure in my bladder and a growing urge to relieve myself. The suit had been still as I had been, only a gentle stir reminding me that it was still attentive to my movements. I had no idea what would happen if and when I had to wet the diaper. The thought both frightened and aroused me, pre starting to ooze from my tapered cock.

As a bead of the salty fluid formed on the tip of my throbbing penis, the suit began to pulse and caress me. As it touched the super-absorbent padding of the diaper front, the material hugged hungrily around my member, squeezing the pre out of me and into itself! I moaned, and the pressure intensified, the suit seemingly wanting more. A forceful pulse washed over the diaper front as the suit started to milk me, spreading my legs wider and focusing its attentions on my cock. I couldn't resist the intense pleasure of being caressed by a living diaper... it took only seconds for a further spurt of pre to splash into the padding, which made the suit even more eager to continue! Conforming around the shape of my penis, and pressing in against my internal testes, the waves of stroking and compression became more energetic and forceful... and impossible to ignore.

I felt my arms being guided up and out by the suit, tensing up whenever I tried to pull them back. It was compelling me to rub the front of my diaper, something it instinctively seemed to know would send me over the edge. As my padded, crinkling fin-mittens smooshed involuntarily into my diaper front, pressing against my cock even more, I started to squeal and tremble in pleasure. The suit was playing into every one of my fantasies, making me pleasure myself as it pleasured me, greedy for what it knew it could soak up from me.

Unable to resist as the material tensed up around my rear - and then my face - I succumbed and started kneading helplessly at my buried crotch. The suit seemed to exaggerate any movements I made, temporarily allowing me the mobility needed to stimulate myself to the cusp of orgasm. Despite the very real terror of being trapped inside a living diaper suit, the sensation and the pleasure were too much for me. I screamed in pleasure (though muffled by the padding around my face), releasing jets of thick cetacean cum that splashed into the front of the diaper. It released its hold on my cock to make itself more absorbent (after milking it dry with waves of smooshing and squeezing), then set about soaking up my load. Weak and exhausted, I panted breathlessly in the muggy environment within the suit. As it sucked up the dolphin cum, the whole suit seemed to convulse and writhe with new-found energy. I began to realise that the more it soaked up, the stronger it would become. I sobbed and squirmed to no avail, the suit deciding to pin me down against the bed as it rapidly gained strength.

* * * *

As the diaper suit's crinkly plastic surface crept and twitched, my thoughts shifted from the aftermath of my forced orgasm to the accelerating urgency in my bladder. The stimulation and eventual ejaculation had not helped, in fact they had left my balls aching and my bladder swollen to near-bursting point. Fortunately for me, I wasn't comfortable enough in my diaper-wearing to be able to easily let go while padded. I was in discomfort, but I was managing to hold on. I breathed deeply, a cool trickle of a breeze in the otherwise stale air doing little to relieve me. I was clearly sweating, my heart beating faster in the uphill battle against my body.

Breathing faster, I began to pant. The suit suddenly tightened up around me. I squeaked pitifully as it demonstrated its weariness of the stillness, now full of strength and thirst for more after the load I shot into it. Then, I felt a pressure bearing down on my lower belly. Oh god... it knew. Hyperventilating in the thick air, I groaned as tears rolled down my eyes. The downward pressure from the animated diaper front increased, and I cried out as the suit won again.

At first, it was just a pitiful trickle from a tortured bladder, but as the diaper's grip eased and my air supply returned, the trickle became a vigorous stream. I pissed myself, losing control and emptying the previous night's worth of hot, stinking urine into the padding. The diaper suit writhed around me in all directions, drinking it all up, swelling against my belly. Though deprived of sight, I was sure that a familiar yellow patch was forming beneath the plastic diaper front. As if I needed confirmation, the bitter scent of piss rose up and licked against my blowhole, making me wretch.

Defeated and humiliated, the warmth and wetness hugging my groin, I was beginning to resign myself to my fate. Was I going to be trapped in a living diaper suit forever? What would the suit do after I'd emptied my bladder completely? How strong would it grow? I cursed myself as my cock went rock hard again, my fetish betraying me. With renewed strength, the suit seized the opportunity and began milking my member slowly and agonisingly...

* * * *

The next few hours were sheer torture and pleasure combined, the soaked diaper suit pushing all my buttons to try and get more of what it wanted from me. I had orgasmed a further three times, each with diminishing yield, and this left the suit unsatisfied. Despite squeezing my bladder whenever it got the chance, I simply didn't have enough left in me to wet myself again.

I must've faded out of consciousness at some point, because I awoke to darkness around me; the daylight no longer shining through the diaper material. The suit had awakened me with its movement, but that itself frightened me... it was as if the suit was biding its time, waiting for something...

For a time, all was still and silent, the suit not even crinkling around me... but this was short-lived. I noticed a strange taste in my mouth, something I couldn't quite put my finger on... then I realised my beak had slipped open and my tongue was pressing into the wadding of the diaper suit. I recoiled in disgust, at first thinking my accident had risen through the padding from below, but it definitely wasn't that.

Then, my stomach gurgled and I suddenly felt much fuller than I had been at breakfast. My guts bubbled, and the sensations rapidly morphed into an urgent need to vacate my bowels. Oh gods, no! The suit was manufacturing a potent chemical laxative, and I'd unwittingly ingested it in my sleep..! The suit held me firmly in its powerful clutches as the laxative worked its magic. Again, the thought of being forced to mess in a diaper brought my cock to attention. I was a slave to its desires, and whether I wanted to or not, I was about to fulfil them.

Without even consciously giving in, I felt my ring loosen of its own accord. Forced to witness my further humiliation and complete helplessness in what seemed like slow-motion, I felt it give way to a long, loud, sloppy fart. This seemed to relieve some of the fullness... but then, nanoseconds later, my hole stretched wide and pushed out a fat, steaming log that slid with numbing inevitability down my crack and into the diaper seat. It smooshed against my butt and into the padding, which came to life with rampant hunger, squeezing the putrid mess deeper into itself.

I could tell that the diaper suit craved my mess, massaging it sloppily into my seat as I voided my bowels into it, powerless to prevent my anus from parting to let each mushy biscuit push out. The rear of the diaper grew as it filled with my shame, distorting and lumping up behind me.

I didn't notice the smell at first, but soon it crept its way up, impregnating the padding with a foul stench. My eyes watered and my blowhole burned from the offensive odor, but I knew there was no escape; the diaper suit did too. A dolphin trapped in a dolphin-shaped diaper, soaked in the front, messy and full in the back. I now belonged to the diaper suit.

* * * *

Hours passed, perhaps even days; it was impossible to tell how much time had passed in my damp, stinking, putrid prison. I thought I was empty, but after a long period of festering in my own filth, I felt my bladder and bowels fill again. I wasn't eating; all I could assume was that the diaper suit was somehow keeping me alive for as long as it needed me... I guessed until it was completely full. It was impossible to prevent the suit's chemical laxative from finding its way into my beak; with the strength of a full day's mess and more, all it had to do was squeeze itself like a sponge against my beak and I would be forced to swallow.

I was still intensely horny most of the time, especially when the suit knew it could milk me for more cum. My sore, drenched penis just gave in and peed whenever it needed to, always met with enthusiastic rubbing from the diaper material. The laxative ensured that an almost continuous, slow stream of shit seeped into the rear of the diaper. I could feel it getting heavier as the weight of shit, piss and cum bore down on the diaper padding, but it was firmly sealed in.

Just as in my fantasies, I could feel the mess and wetness creeping higher and higher up the suit. Although I couldn't fathom where it was all coming from, after a few days I was bathing chest-high in my own waste. I could feel it slosh around whenever the diaper suit moved, making everything sway and wobble slowly. I no longer felt as though I had the strength to move on my own, and my extremities had gone numb.

* * * *

I'm up to my chin in what seems like weeks of sewage. The festering, sloppy slurry threatens to rise up above my mouth, and then who knows what? Maybe I'll drown inside this diaper... The suit has stopped forcing stuff out of me; but then again, I think I've lost all control of my body anyway.

"You win, diaper suit! To you I'm just a one-phin waste factory, pumping out piss and shit and seed - and probably combinations of the three - what you want, whenever you want it. I hope you burst from it!"

"Oh, what's this? You're gonna pump me full of that toxic juice again? Go on, do your worst!"

"...oh...*glug* oh god... this is different. *gulp* Not the... same... *gurgle* stuff... as before..."

* * * *

Oh... god... I'm in ecstasy.

Whatever the suit pumped me with, it's messing with my head. I... oh... *shudder* I'm in a state of pure pleasure, it's as though I'm constantly cumming... but you know the funniest thing? I don't think I even have a penis anymore! Hahah! Oh, here it... *squeal* comes again, oh god...

Oh yeah, that's right - no penis, no mouth, no butthole, nothing. You'll never believe this, but *groan!* ...my skin's turning into plastic! Eeee, hah- *ohhh*

I may be swimming in dolphin waste, but... you know, I actually feel completely dry! *crinkle*

Still... *moan* when did I get so fat? And so wrinkly?

*pant* Maybe it's because I've been stuck in here for so long, but all I can feel is... d-di- *shiver* diaper.

...

Ohhh! I wondered why I had tapes! *rustle* And why there's nothing but dry padding inside me! I'm a diaper.

...

Oh god... *squirm* I AM a diaper.

...

I feel so GOOD! But... I'm dry.

Let me out, I'm dry! I want someone to USE ME!!!

Pleeeeaase, please! I want to be a good diaper suit, I want to be used, I want it so badly! *groan-shudder-crinkle*

...

*crinkle* *creak* *shuffle* ... *strain*

* * * *

There was an almighty rip as the plastic tapes gave way on the original diaper suit. It parted violently, heavy and full from weeks of use... yet oddly, it seemed to have completely absorbed everything that had gone into it. Though completely stained yellow and brown, swollen and sagging, the two halves of the diaper suit were dry and bare when they slapped against the surface of the bed.

Bare, that is, except for the brand-new, pristine, alligator-shaped diaper suit that sat curled-up inside. Exposed to the daylight for the first time, its green, crinkly plastic back surface shimmered while its luxuriously-thick padded front rested plumply. Seemingly dormant, the spectacle seemed to be over...

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RE: Your custom diaper suit

Dear Silas,

A friend has informed me that you expressed interest in one of my creations; a dolphin diaper suit, which was recently featured on our streaming video site. Unfortunately, the item in question is a one-off; custom-built for the user 'CrinklePhin85'. However, I have taken the liberty of creating a version of that diaper suit that I feel is tailored to your own particular tastes and desires (as well as your crocodilian body shape, I might add). I have no intention of holding you to ransom over this item; I simply ask that you reimburse me for the cost of materials and hand-delivery to your place of residence. (If memory serves correctly, you live on that remote island, don't you?)

• A friend.