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Musky lay in bed between his mates, the chubby skunk sleeping between the chubby otter and the chubby kangaroo in a king-sized bed that barely held them. It was good of Rockwell to put them up in such a fancy hotel for the weekend to visit him as he was working a case the next town over.

The rat had a much nicer penthouse room to himself, of course.

Musky's phone buzzed on the end table, but not loudly enough to wake anyone. The screen lit up, identifying Rockwell as the caller by the scowling picture they'd taken of the rat one day after telling him to say 'cheese'. It stilled after a few pulsations, shunting the call off to voicemail.

The phone buzzed again immediately. It was the same mechanical buzz--it had to be, didn't it?--but to anyone listening, it would have managed to sound more impatient.

No one was listening. Rockwell had kept the boys up late last night and Musky in particular had been stuffed with a couple of massive dinners whose remains he still had to sleep off.

When the phone buzzed the third time (its impatience now mixing with something like anger) it only went off once, before Rockwell apparently decided to give up.

[Beat.]

Musky shot awake. "What the--"

---

I woke with a jolt, sitting upright before I even realized I had. "What the--"

My overstuffed gut spilled over my thighs, but there was no mistaking that something hard was poking its underside. Had Darkwater left a toy between my legs? I didn't remember being used, but the thought of my boys casually playing with my hole while I slept had me pretty aroused.

I reached down to start stroking my crotch--nothing like a good orgasm to start the day--and felt the strange shape between my legs: a short thick rod, still a little wet.

I tried to move it out of the way so I could rub one out, but it seemed to be attached--alive, even. What the hell? I tried moving my belly aside to look at it but I was still too stuffed to push it far enough. I nudged my otter awake. (Matty's not a morning person; I wouldn't be able to rouse him even if I tried, and it wouldn't be pretty if I succeeded.)

"What is it, big guy? Thirsty again?" He fingered his morning wood idly.

I shook my head. "No... I mean, sure, but..." I blushed and tried to cover my face. "There's something between my legs. I don't know what it is..."

"Oh?" Darkwater got between my legs and pushed my belly up for a better look. "Huh. It looks like a penis."

"What the hell is a penis doing there?" My hiss of confusion was hushed, as I didn't want to disturb Matty.

"I dunno," Darkwater said. "Same thing as anyone else's?"

"But I'm not supposed to have--" I spluttered a bit and tried not to panic. "Anyway, how am I supposed to paw off with this... this dick in the way? It's blocking my sweet spot!"

My phone buzzed, and I jumped for it. Rockwell. "Breakfast. Now. Just you. Be presentable."

Great. Presentable meant ready for display. How was I going to be presentable with this thing dangling between my legs?

"Sir, I need to--"

"No excuses." A beep as the call was disconnected.

I knew if I had fetish gear to put on it would be okay, but most of what I had with me was more on the revealing side than concealing. In the end I had to go with double-layered diapers, hoping the thick puffiness would obscure the outline of the offending member.

I dashed out the door, heading for the elevator. It took me long enough to get ready that I figured Rockwell would already be impatient for me to show up...but the elevator was all the way on the top floor and didn't seem like it was in any hurry to come down.

There were a few vending machines in the elevator alcove that caught my eye. Sure, I was going to breakfast, but I had plenty of space to fill in my belly. I looked over the options: beverages, snacks, penis removal...

...penis removal?

I breathed a sigh of relief. Exactly what I needed!

The machine was a solid black fixture about the same size as the other vending machines, except instead of a choice of wares being displayed, there was simply a circular hole around waist level with the legend "PAY 50 CENTS ABOVE" illuminated in bright letters and "CUT YOUR DICK OFF HERE" unlit.

Well... damn, who carries money in this day and age? The slot indicated only took coins; there was no card reader or anything of the sort.

I tried to stop a couple of foxes passing by to ask them for change, but they only laughed at me and my diaper and boarded the elevator that had come while I was faffing about.

The elevator reminded me of the rat who was waiting for me.

I checked the change slots on the other machines. The snack machine only had a wad of chewing gum stuffed in there, but the cola machine managed to hide a full seventy-five cents. Jackpot! I could cut off a dick and a half at this rate!

I fed a couple of quarters into the machine. Around the hole, "PAY 50 CENTS ABOVE" faded out and "CUT OFF YOUR DICK HERE" lit up.

I pulled down the front of my diaper, exposing the strange dick, a thick stubby white shaft. "Dunno where you came from, little guy, but I know where you're going!" I'd say it was aroused from the prospect of being cut off but really it'd been hard since the moment I woke up.

The dick slid into the machine's opening easily.

There was a shnick and my crotch felt half a pound lighter. Thunk and the dick fell into the vending slot.

I reached down to make sure I was okay--the machine didn't have instructions on aftercare--and was rewarded by the most amazing sensation. I pulled my belly aside and looked down. Where my dick and sheath had been, there was only a smooth patch of fur, like there'd never been anything there to begin with.

Just like it was supposed to be.

Just like it was supposed to be. I realized I'd missed being dickless.

I rubbed my crotch more vigorously and was almost immediately flooding my diaper with a rush of cum flowing past my fingers through whatever hole was still left down there.

My phone buzzed from the pocket in my diaper where I'd left it. A text message: "?"

Right, Rocky's waiting for me.

I grabbed the strange dick from the vending machine and hit the elevator button again.

As I waited for the elevator to come back down, the doubts started to settle in. I was supposed to be dickless, wasn't I? Wasn't I Rockwell's dickless diaper skunk?

I reached my free paw into my diaper and started stroking my smooth crotch again. I shivered and flooded more cum into my diaper as the disembodied dick in my hand started to look more and more familiar.

Ding.

Elevator doors opened, and the same fox couple came back out. They laughed a little drunkenly at me, and one stopped to take a picture of me: one paw in my diaper and the other paw holding what was probably my dick, which I was staring at with concern.

I squeezed past them when I saw the doors closing, and punched the button for the penthouse suites.

---

Rockwell was already fully dressed and sitting at the breakfast table. The big rat's well-tailored suit was all muted colors save for his deep purple tie, and he was reading the news on a large iPad. I could hear his assistant Tzourick in the kitchen cooking.

I wanted desperately to begin serving the rat, the scent of his musk subtle but compelling even at this distance, and my snout itched to bury itself in the bulge I could see through the glass of the table, but as he laid down his tablet I knew an explanation would be demanded.

"My, but that took you long enough," he said. I never could get over the deep sweetness of his voice, audible even through his annoyance. "I hope you didn't run into any trouble."

"Sorry for the delay, Sir. I had a, um, a growth that I had to take care of."

"A growth? How concerning. In that case I'm surprised the hotel physician was able to see to you so quickly."

"Oh, that wasn't a problem! There's a vending machine by the elevators that chopped it right off for me!" I waved the dick in my hand to emphasize my point, though my enthusiasm flagged. While I'd been talking I'd only remembered my initial distress, but as I looked at the distressingly familiar penis my doubts returned.

"You're aware, I hope, that what you're referring to as 'a growth' is in fact a penis?"

I nodded, blushing red. "Yes, Sir."

"And perhaps you are also aware that it is, or at least was, in fact your own penis?"

I shook my head firmly. "Oh, no Sir. It couldn't be. I'm your dickless diaper toy."

Rockwell smirked. "As you wish--don't say I didn't warn you. Go ahead and bring it here."

I surrendered the severed cock to the rat and took my place on my knees between his legs.

I buried my face under the rat's gut, knowing I was here to serve and I would be rewarded if I was satisfactory.

He put the penis on his breakfast platter and called out to the kitchen. "Tzourick! Looks like my toy's brought me a sausage. Bring me some gravy, would you?"

The rat reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. The expanse of his belly entranced me, and as I sank my snout deep in his navel I barely noticed as the bear came up behind me with a gravy boat.

"Mmm," Rockwell said. "You may enjoy my cock while I enjoy yours." It obviously wasn't my dick, because I'm a dickless diaper toy, but I didn't bother to correct him because I was distracted by the feel of his bulge growing against the front of his pants. I moved my attention southwards, undoing his pants with my teeth and sliding my snout into the tight space between his thighs.

"I wonder if I should let you notice," he went on. "Maybe you'll be happier without having to worry about it." He reached down and fished out his hefty dick and balls, letting them rest on my snout. "You don't know how good a hog you are, skunk. Giving up your dick to please me."

The rat's random-sounding words stopped registering altogether at the sight of his cock. I could do nothing other than focus on it, than to give it the adoration it deserved. I slid my tongue along the underside of that fat mushroom head and took the reward of the few drops of precum it yielded.

I think of nothing other than serving cock, came the thought. It was true, of course.

The rat poured a bit of gravy over the detached member, stuck it with a fork, and lifted it to his muzzle. A few swallows later and it had disappeared down his throat with a bulge that would have been clearly visible to me had I not had my attention focused on Rockwell's impressive shaft.

---

I woke from a daze under the table, smelling strongly of Rockwell's musk.

The suite was empty.

As usual, he hadn't let me see him cum, but the taste of it was thick in my muzzle. I reached my paw into my diaper to get off, imagining how he must have used me while I was out of it.

Instead of the comforting heft of my sheath, however, my paw only found a smooth patch above my nuts in the dampness of the diaper.

It was incredibly sensitive to my touch, and I felt the tension of orgasm almost immediately. But as cum gushed out over my fingers, there was only one thought in my mind:

Where the hell is my dick?