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"I can't believe you're just going to sit there all day!" The fossa leaned in the doorway, arms folded and a somewhat annoyed look on his face.

"Why not? It's the weekend, I've done all my chores, I've got no other plans, and I've got The Hidden Realm game to catch up on!" Toby set out some water bottles next to his large overstuffed recliner. "And I've got a lot of food, energy drinks, and water right here!"

Zeon just shook his head. "You're so lazy. You aren't even planning to get up for, what, twelve hours? How are you going to..." The fossa stopped, remembering who he was talking to. "Right, forget I asked."

Toby had the decency to look sheepish at that, and couldn't help a quick glance toward a long plastic crate at the foot of his bed. He'd been careless enough about leaving the top open--like right now--and his roommate certainly knew about his diaper fetish by now. The bunny just didn't like to remind him of it, since Zeon had expressed disinterest on previous occasions.

"Nevermind," Zeon continued. "Just, you know, get up to stretch every so often. Or you're going to get stuck to that chair. And I won't help you out!"

Toby smirked. "I'll be fine! I'll work out tomorrow." He started getting distracted by his computer, getting the gamepad and mouse within reach. A few minutes later, he looked up to see that the fossa had already wandered off.

Biting his lip, the bunny closed his bedroom door, and turned to pull down a large cardboard box from his closet shelf. He gave a little wiggle with excitement all the way down to his teardrop-shaped tail, as he opened the package. He'd had to wait for this order to come in, and then to have an entire weekend without plans, which took almost a month.

Toby put his paws in the box and pulled out a large bundle of light pink plastic, holding it up to appreciate it before he put it on. Some might call it a diaper, but that was an understatement. This was a special diaper, more like a suit than just a strip of plastic and some padding. The usual padded area was three times as thick as most, and in a fully-formed one piece pull-on style somewhat like bloomers, with short legs extending past the crotch padding. More material seamlessly led upwards from an elastic waistline and formed something like a shirt, with short sleeves and a neck, both holes lined with more elastic and ruffled plastic. There were bright purple tapes attached to the sides of the diaper and running up either side of the shirt, designed for a custom fit, but the entire thing was otherwise seamless. Toby guessed that he'd have to wriggle in through the extra-stretchy neck hole, which was fine, he was planning to wear it for a long time.

He'd found the suit through a specialty online store, which offered a lot of interesting options and types of suits, both cloth reusable types and fully disposable, like the one he now held. What had caught his attention to this one in particular was its capacity rating, listed helpfully in terms of hours. This model, looking something like an overly padded surf suit, had been rated at '36-48 hours'.

Toby pulled the last of his clothing off, peeling off his panties with some difficulty as he was already aroused just from looking at the diapersuit. The plastic was all in a shade of light pastel pink, but there were spots of lavender stars and hearts dotted at random across it. As soon as he got the dry padding up between his legs, he couldn't resist a squeeze from outside. There were so many layers that he couldn't even feel his erection, which only made him harder. He shrugged into the upper half, getting his arms through the holes. He was momentarily fascinated to discover that the neck and arm holes both had soft elastic leak guards much like would normally feature around the legs. Clearly the diapersuit had been designed to use all the padding available for maximum capacity, and the bunny recalled reading something about special capillary action to draw wetness up into the chest and back areas.

He looked at himself in the mirror, giggling a little and running his paws up and down over the suit. The pink was a nice contrast to his dark grey fur, and he noticed with some satisfaction the quiet high-pitched zipping noise his pawpads made rubbing over the soft plastic. He made sure the fit was correct, opening and fastening a few of the tapes, and got another shiver down his spine of glee. It was a pity this thing was disposable, and he couldn't afford it that often, but the whole thing was just so perfect!

The bunny finally settled down into his comfy chair, running down the list in his head. Snacks and food? Check. Lots of water? Check! Game booted and ready to go? Check! Super-extra-padded diapersuit? Triple-check!

Go!

Nine hours, fourteen missions, and thirty-three side quests later, Toby started to notice something was wrong. He found a safe place to stop fighting monsters, and started to bring his attention back to the 'real world'.

He couldn't move very much, which was expected from such a long gaming trance. Muscles were stiff, joints were cramped, it happened. On top of this, he had soaked quite a bit of the initial diaper area, and he was sitting in more of the wetness underneath his tail. Fortunately, being a bunny, his tail was small enough to fit entirely inside the diaper, so there was no hole for anything to leak out of onto his chair. This should have been only a third of the diaper's capacity, and he'd only had about six bottles of water, so nothing should have been overflowing just yet .

Instead, the first thing he noticed was that the sleeves were longer--in fact, they had somehow lengthened all the way up to his wrists. Then he saw the legs had grown as well, almost all the way down to his feet. He tried to sit up and get out of the chair as soon as he saw this, but something held him firmly in place.

Struggling some more, he saw that the suit had grown several more sets of tapes, long and sticky, which had wrapped around the arms and seat of his easy chair. He tugged hard on one arm, but they were stronger than they looked, and he only succeeded in knocking the mouse away from reach of his hand. This turned out not to make a difference, because, as he watched, the diaper material crept up and over his paw, closing it into a soft plastic mitten. He could feel each of his fingers wrapped in padding separately, though the outside of the mitt was smoothed over. Moments later his other paw vanished too.

Toby was a bit scared now. This wasn't a feature of the suit he'd ordered. While his muzzle was still free of the padding, he shouted towards his closed door, "Hey! ZEON!"

A few minutes went by, and there was no reply. The bunny started to worry. Maybe the fossa had gone out shopping? Or gone to a friend's house for the weekend? He couldn't quite turn his head around far enough, the door was straight behind his field of view. The plastic continued to grow with soft rustling sounds, easier to hear now that his headphones were off.

Finally he heard the door open, and a low chuckle. "Oh, what do we have here?" came the fossa's voice. "Didn't I warn you about getting stuck in that chair?"

Toby blushed to the furthest tips of his ears. He didn't want to be found by Zeon like this, but it was an emergency. "Hey, you gotta help me! This thing's gone out of control!"

Zeon came into view around the side of the chair, eyeridges raised. He looked amused, perhaps a bit too much so, with that wide smirk on his face. "Well, didn't you read the instructions? Sure you put it on right?"

The bunny got confused. "You're... not surprised? You're not into this stuff...I thought you'd be a bit more shocked." He wriggled against the bonds, but it felt like his torso and crotch had also been secured to the chair.

"Oh, I know more about this thing than you'd think. You really shouldn't leave your laptop open and logged in when you go to the bathroom, you know. Someone could get into your recent orders and... add some special requests to them." Zeon's grin was definitely more predatory now.

Toby stared at him, struggling even harder, lunging ineffectually in the foss's direction. "YOU did this? What...why?"

Zeon uncrossed his arms and put one paw on Toby's chest, pushing him back against the chair. "Just because it's not my fetish, doesn't mean I can't have fun with it. You were so determined to plant your lazy ass in this chair for the entire weekend. Well, I'm helping you with that."

The padding had started to grow up Toby's neck by now. He kept his chin up, trying to keep his muzzle free. "But! But this isn't what I..." He had to stop himself there. Didn't he want this? He'd been lustfully focused on diapers so much, but he'd always eyed the fossa's collection of rubber bondage gear with some envy. This was the best of both worlds, wasn't it?

Zeon had been doing something in front of him as the bunny thought this over. Suddenly, the bunny's computer screen flashed full screen with a picture he recognized from his diaper-lover porn folder. Then another, and another...a slide show of white plastic and thickness between legs. Despite the situation, his cock pushed out of its sheath into the soggy, squishy padding.

The fossa leaned over Toby, meeting his eyes. "I've been wanting to get you tied up for a while now. This way, you've done it to yourself. Now you're stuck here in your own filth, and nobody else is going to let you free. I'll come by to keep feeding you, and do....this..." He ground his paw against the thick crotch of Toby's diaper, giving the bunny a maddeningly pleasurable pressure to his balls. "And we'll see tomorrow night if you're willing to...agree to some things before I let you out of this."

Toby couldn't even really respond to that, other than to stammer, "Y...yes. Yes...sir." Then his head was pulled forward by the padding growing up past his ears, and tapes anchoring to the headrest. Now he could only look at his computer screen, which endlessly looped images to keep him always on the edge of arousal. The diapersuit closed up around his face, leaving small holes for his eyes and the tip of his muzzle, otherwise becoming a completely sealed suit. He thought he could even feel the padding itself growing thicker and deeper around him, cocooning him in pink softness.

"Oh look," the fossa observed, "there goes the double capacity upgrade. Forgot about that one. Well!" He ground his paw into Toby's crotch again. "Guess you'll be in this diaper chair for even longer now. This isn't coming off until it's completely soaked." A quick pat on Toby's head made the plastic crinkle loudly. "I've got better things to do with my weekend. Have a good night, I'll come tease you in the morning."

The light shut off, the door closed behind him, and Toby could only be further mesmerized by his own collection of images, fully unable to writhe his hips forward enough to even thrust into his wet diaper. He kept trying, long into the night.