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Corey tugs at his spandex outfit in discomfort, hoping no one will notice the extra bulge beneath. The tall Bernese Mountain Dog has never participated in an actual wrestling match before, but all that tussling gets him excited in ways he can't explain. A deep blush on his face, he tries to look as menacing as possible.

Across from him stands a muscled ram named Nick, who's a little shorter, but makes up for it in girth. His intense glare is only lightly tinged with confusion at his opponent's expression. He's a veteran, but he knows better than to underestimate his opposition.

The referee raises his hand, signaling the beginning of the match. Immediately, the two begin circling each other, looking for an opportunity to strike. Corey starts first, sinking low and hoping to unbalance his opponent to end this first match quickly. It fails horribly.

Somehow beyond his recollection, Corey ends up grappled in a crotch lift, blushing at the pressure in a very sensitive area. The canine grunts, staying perfectly still after a strange barely audible whimper.

Nick's ears perk up and a strange look comes upon him. In the confusion, he loosens his grip. Corey takes the opportunity and twists around the large ram, pinning his arms behind him and taking him down to the mat. His canine's crotch is alive with sensation at this, very much enjoying the wiggling as the ram attempts to break loose.

It's no good. It's a solid lock and while Corey cannot keep him all the way down, Nick cannot escape the hold, so he eventually wins the match.

"Phew," the Bernese Mountain Dog declares as he steps into the locker room and pants heavily upon sitting down. He'd never felt such a rush before. With all those onlookers, he was surprised that no one noticed what was going on.

When he calms down, he sees that heavy tent in his crotch, begging for release. Looking to either side, he sees no one. He cannot strip, since he doesn't want anyone to know his little secret, but he needed to cum so badly. Moaning, he leans against the cold locker and strokes his cock beneath the fabric. It pulses over and over, getting so close to a climax...but it never quite gets there. Frustrated, he takes in a deep breath and paces throughout the locker. No one is here. "I'll just have to be quick."

Corey steps into the showers, so that he'll at least have some warning to cover up should someone come in. He strips the wrestling outfit, leaving only his underwear beneath. Just as he begins to strip that as well, a large paw gropes the front of it, squishing the very soaked diaper.

"I thought I smelled a baby," Nick says, standing completely naked behind the defenseless dog.

Corey tries to move, but too late realizes that his legs and arms are both locked into place. He yelps, unable to think of anything else to say.

"You know, that wasn't very fair of you, wetting your diaper and then grinding into me with it. Puppies should know better."

The 'puppy' knows that he should yell for help or say something to tell him that he doesn't swing that way, but his crotch begs to differ. Every time he tries to respond to the ram's thrusts against his backside, a moan comes out instead..

"You see, I could keep you like this. I could tear a hole in your diaper and make you my bitch until the other guys come in to see. You couldn't do anything about that. From the sound of your moans, however, I'd say that it's exactly what you want."

Corey blushes a deep red, subconsciously grinding against that ram cock without realizing that he'd just agreed to the statement by doing so.

Gradually, Nick fucks a hole through the soft material, finding the puppy's hole without much trouble. The pre-covered member finds little resistance, gliding through with ease. "Awww, that's a good little bitch. It feels like someone has done this before."

It wasn't true, of course, but Corey bucks back into that cock anyway. It makes him feel so full, as painful as it was, but he is surprised by how well his body accepted it. His own crotch feels like it is about to explode in pleasure. He was going to cum just from being penetrated! He whimpers in pleasure, tensing up and clenching down ever so slightly.

Nick recognized the signs, "whoa, whoa, not so fast there. We can't have you finish just yet." With that, he pulls out, leaving the puppy in a state of near-orgasm. A whimper escapes the tortured canine, but he couldn't well force the ram to fuck him.

Corey is lowered to his knees, with that ram's package teasingly swaying in front of him. He feels like he should object somehow, especially since he isn't being held down anymore, but his lips part anyway, engulfing the ram's cock eagerly. Nick groans in response, humping into the unexpectedly pliant sub's muzzle. For minutes, the pup loses himself in the utter submission, his body rebelling against him as it begs for release that much harder. The ram's cock tenses in his mouth, so he lifts his tongue to catch, but instead of the expected milky fluid, he is greeted with the acrid taste of urine.

"That's right, little bitch. That's what you get for humping me with your wet diaper earlier. Puppies belong on bottom."

Surprising himself further, he drinks some of the salty liquid in obedience, although he hates the taste. In a act of mercy on part of the ram, he pulls out after that first second and instead marks the puppy's face. The puppy's face becomes matted with the ram's smell and some of it dribbles down into his diaper, making it even soggier. He could smell it, taste it, feel it - he loves it. In a moment of pure sexual lust, he licks the ram's member clean to get a little more of that feeling of domination.

The ram smirks a little too largely at this. He isn't smirking at Corey, however. At the far end of the showers now stands a Saint Bernard, very much interested in what is going on. A look of shame crosses the pup's face, but he keeps his muzzle sucking on the prize.

"On all fours, puppy," Nick demands.

Corey complies quickly, but keeps those cute eyes on the ram's bits. Mesmerized, his sex-addled mind can't make out what they say, but the Saint Bernard disappears back into the locker room. Nick, too, starts walking away, but he turns just as he passes and mounts his bitch once more, this time a lot less slowly. Corey yelps in pain, raising his ass in the air and spreading his legs as widely as he could to allow the ram to fuck him without resistance from his body. His diaper crinkles and squishes with every thrust, and he could still smell the lingering scent of the ram's urine on his snout, edging him ever forward, despite the pain.

Nick bites down on Corey's shoulder in a lovenip as he came heavily into the willing receptacle. Before the puppy can follow, however, he yanks his still-leaking cock out, leaving the puppy disappointed once more.

It did not last for long, though. Paws yank him up and tug every which way. They stopped after a matter of moments, but before he can adjust to see what they had done, he felt a bigger, larger cock inside of him, forcing a gasp from his lungs as it forces its way into him. When he looks behind him, he sees that same Saint Bernard fucking him into the bathroom wall.

"Sorry, girly, but I just couldn't resist making you a little cuter" the larger dog said coyly, groping the puppy through some strange fabric that wasn't limited to the soaked diaper beneath.

Gasping for breath as he is penetrated over and over, Corey takes a paw grabs the hem of the material, only to discover he can't close his digits over it. Confused, but ultimately aroused, he looks into the reflection from the metal facets. In addition to his very wet diaper, a tight pink dress and mittens are added, as well as a collar and leash, the end of which was tied to one of the showerheads. He really did feel like a diaper bitch, now.

Unlike the ram, the Saint Bernard takes his time, filling him with that large member so agonizingly slow that he gasps each time the humongous thing goes in, and whimpers every time he stalls it at the peak of his climax.

Then Nick speaks up once more from the side, "does the little diaper bitch want to cum, hmm?"

Being talked to this way was teasing his erection too hard, and he let out a loud whimper in response.

"Well I'll tell you what, little girly. If you cum, I've got this fancy little device that we're going to lock onto that padded crotch of yours that will make it to where you can't cum unless we unlock it. That means that you're going to be our bitch whenever you want to get off. But if you can manage to take both of us at the same time without cumming before us, then we won't use it on you."

Just the possibility of cumming at this point is all Corey wants. He nods quickly in response, opening his mouth eagerly to the waiting ram cock which he zealously slurps. This seems like the Saint Bernard's cue, for he quickly picks up speed and humps much like a feral dog would, massaging his prostate so vigorously, he thought he would die of pleasure.

Corey wants to hold off - to give himself some form of control, but being spitroasted between two guys in this state was too much. After just a few moments, bucking into that massive girth behind him, the puppy moans into the cock in his mouth, shooting load after load into his already filled padding and sealing his place as a diaper bitch.

The two furs quickly follow, shooting waves of warm semen into the spent pup and sharing a menacing look between each other in the afterglow. "You're mine now, bitch." Nick adds.

"Yes daddy," Corey responds, ears down, tail wagging.