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Diapered Collage Fox

By Scribe Feather

Today was just like any other day for college students. The day was filled to the brim with lectures and lessons of various subjects, being taught to various students.

In one of the many lecture halls, an old gray wolf wearing glasses droned on and on about art history with excruciating detail. Most of his students had already tuned him out, drifting off to daydreaming or just passing out altogether. Focus seemed rather loose on this Friday morning.

Near the middle of the rows of student desks lounged the fox Dakota who was currently losing an exhausting battle with boredom. The teacher's droning voice seemed to magically lul his students to sleep as half the class had already fallen into a half dazed state. Dakota was no different, finding the wall behind the professor more interesting than what he was talking about.

Resting inside his pocket, Dakota's cell phone suddenly vibrated, shaking the dazed fox out of his sleepy state. The sudden sensation in his left pants pocket caused the fox to jump a bit, instantly looking around the room to see if anyone notice his brief moment of shock. Luckily, everyone behind him was just about as dazed and bored as he was.

The fox pulled out his phone, tuning out the long, drone like lecture the professor gave the class.

"Stil in class baby?" A text message from his mom read in black text in it's personal green bubble.

"Yes," he quickly responded with his own blue bubble text.

Dakota stared at the small cell phone screen for a few quiet minutes as the class continued. After a short while a new message popped up, "Hows your diaper?"

Just reading the word 'diaper' caused the fox to blush as his ears drooped a little bit in embarrassment. Again, he looked around as if the half asleep students around him were spying on his messages. The mere mention of the word 'diaper' made Dakota paranoid, suddenly reminding himself of the extra padding that was taped around his waist underneath his khaki pants.

"Still dry," he feverishly replied, making extra sure no one was reading over his shoulder.

"Yu sure?" His mom quickly responded, "you're always soaked when you come home from class."

"Im fine." Dakota simply texted back, holding back a blushing whimper.

"You forgt yur spares at home agin. I didnt you to leak."

Dakota's cheeks warmed up even more as he read the message. "Sorry, I forgot." It was no accident that he left his extra diapers at home, that was one aspect of this diapered lifestyle that his mom was rather lax about. She wasn't here to make sure he used his diapers and it was much easier for the diapered fox to use the public bathrooms than deal with the humiliation of waddling around in a soaked diaper.

There was a long pause and for a brief moment, Dakota thought the embarrassing texts were done with. His mom's surprise texts were never a good sign when he was wearing diapers at school.

But then his phone vibrated again and a new message popped up. "Hve you eatn lunch yet?"

Dakota knew what was coming, but reluctantly he had to tell the truth. "No, not yet."

"Ill pck you up aftr clas and take u out 2 eat. My treat."

The fox's fingers froze, his eyes growing wide as he read the text. His mom? Here?! He desperately wanted to respond with a firm 'no', but he knew right away it wouldn't do any good. He knew his mom wouldn't change her mind because he wanted her too. Him saying no would probably make things worse.

Dakota slipped his phone back into his pocket, rubbing his forehead with his paws. He never thought he'd hear him say it, but he was hoping class would never end.

Sadly though, class did eventually end. The professor dismissed class, mumbled something about a pop quiz next week, and everyone scrambled out of the room. For many of them, it was their last class of the week and they wanted to get started on their weekend plans as soon as possible.

Dakota reluctantly packed his books into his messanger bag and pulled himself out of the classroom and into the main hall. Part of him fantasized about running in the other direction, far away from whatever his mom had in mind. He hated the unknown.

He exited the building and hooked left to the nearby parking lot. The large flat area of asphalt could easily house fifty cars in it's painted rows, but since today was Friday there were only a handful of cars hanging around. As luck would have it, his mom waited for him in the middle of it all.

The maternal fox leaned against her silver SUV as she waited for her son. Her face seemed to light up when she saw the diapered fox waddle in his direction.

"There's my little school boy!" His mother said rather loudly, embracing her son in a big hug. You'd think she hadn't seen him in months by how tightly she squeezed her son.

"Mom please, not here!" Dakota responded with a shrill yell that was mostly muffled by his mom's chest.

"I just miss my little boy when he's out. I can't keep an eye on him when he's off to big boy school," his mother kept her 'kit' hugged close as he reluctantly stood there and took it. Struggling would only lead to a tighter grip from the motherly fox.

Another muffled response filtered through the affectionate hug."I'm not little, moooom!"

"Of course you're not sweetie," his mother loosened her hug, giving the cub some space to breath. "How's your diaper?" Her paw slid down the collage fox's side, stopping by his rump where it lightly patted him. A blunt pat could be heard as her paw made contact with the firm plastic padding that was hidden underneath the fox's khaki pants.

The subtle diaper check caused the fox to gasp and jump away from his mother's loosened grip. He quickly pulled his shirt down around his pants in a desperate attempt to cover his hidden underwear. "I-I'm dry! Okay!" Dakota yelped, shying away from his mother as his paws gripped the hem of his shirt tightly against his form.

His mother shook her head as she tsked. "Well that won't do. I don't put diapers on you for you to waste!" She crossed her arms in disappointment as she quickly thought up a way to remedy the situation. "You're just going to have to use it here in front of me."

"N-now?!" Dakota's voice cracked in shock as he shyly looked around the parking lot. There was the occasional car passing the pair and every now and then a few students could be seen walking down the many aisles of vehicles, but no one really stopped to watch. Occasionally the nervous fox could pick up a snicker or two as his mother talked to him like a child.

"Now," his mother responded firmly as she opened up the passenger side door of the SUV and sat on the seat. "We're not leaving until you do."

Dakota opened his mouth to say something that he first thought would help his situation, but not a word came out as he looked at his mother for some sort of break in her firm stare. She wasn't giving him an inch.

The fox did a bit of fidgeting in place before he started to focus on his bladder. It was difficult to overcome years of using the potty and the embarrassment of using his diaper in public. Even with his pants covering the padding, somehow he knew people would be able to know EXACTLY what he was doing with a quick glance in his direction.

"Is my little guy a little pee-shy? I think I got just the thing, I brought your favorite plushie and if you want to hug that while you-"

"I-I don't need him!" Dakota yelped again, whimpering quietly as he backtracked from the embarrassing outburst. "I mean...I...I just need a little bit of time..."

He fell silent again, focusing on his bladder and working extra hard at drowning out the passing cars that noisily rumbled by. He tried to block out the rest of the world as he urged his bladder to let go.

After an excruciatingly long wait, his bladder finally followed orders letting a few spurts of warm urine into his waiting diaper. He wet it enough to leave a warm spot around his member, but with years of well trained control, he prevented himself from completely letting go. He just wanted to do enough to satisfy his mom and climb into the car without any more exposure.

Once he stopped, Dakota's mom brushed the swollen diaper with a paw as she felt the stream slow down. "That's a good boy." As the diapered fox straightened up, she gave his warm diaper front a couple firm pats. "Now hop on up in the car, sweetie. It's time for num nums."

With his freshly warmed diaper rubbing against his crotch, Dakota climbed into the SUV, taking his usual spot in the middle row of seats before his mom buckled him in and shut the door. His cheeks were still red from the experience, but he felt a little bit of relief once the door was shut. At least he had the privacy of the tinted windows to hide behind.

The car soon pulled out of the parking lot and into the city proper. Buildings and trees zipped by the window as Dakota quietly sat in his seat. Every now and then his diaper would crinkle, not letting him forget it was there.

His mom drove the two to their usual breakfast spot, a popular local restaurant that boasted about it's 24/7 breakfast. An ideal location for a delicious brunch.

As if deliberately, his mom parked in the far back section of the parking lot, occupying a spot on the back row that bordered a thinly wooded area and beyond that stood another building.

Dakota waited patiently as his mom casually parked the car and took her time to open the side door to let the fox out. He even waited for her to unbuckle him to make sure he didn't get into anymore trouble.

His gait was slightly obscured by the swollen diaper hidden inside his pants. Trying to walk normally made his thighs sting a little, but it was nothing he could fuss about as long as his walk could pass as 'normal'.

His mom led the way, carrying herself with a strong sense of confidence that the diapered fox seemed to lack. He kept up as best as he could, making sure that none of his diaper peeked out of his pants. He would become extra paranoid whenever they passed a group of patrons walking the other way. In his worried mind he imagined them seeing his diaper bulge right away and whispering to their friends about it. Thankfully, no one thought to do that.

With his mom leading the way and even opening the door for him, Dakota walked into the restaurant. The scent of bacon and eggs could be smelled right away, making his mouth drool in anticipation. Suddenly his body remembered just how hungry it was.

The hostess seated them immediately, guiding them to a booted table by a window. The spot capped the end of one of the aisle of booths, balancing the feeling of fully exposed and seclusion.

Dakota felt like every eye in the restaurant was on him. He worried that his soggy diaper wasn't as hidden as he thought it was. He concentrated heavily on his walk, double checking to make sure he wasn't waddling or his clothes weren't making his diaper crinkle too much. With all these worries swimming in his head, he hastily followed his mom as the two were led to their table.

Not minutes after they made themselves comfortable, the two foxes were joined by their waiter. The waiter was a black cat, dressed in the usual white and red uniform that every waiter and waitress wore here. He had an unusually chipper disposition, practically skipping from table to table.

"Good afternoon folks! My name is Daniel and I'll be your waiter today," the cat chirped. "Can I start you two off with something to drink?"

"Coffee please," Dakota's mom chimed in with a friendly smile, "and some chocolate milk for my son." Dakota lowered his head with a blush as his mom order for him.

"Wonderful! Be right back with that!" The cat was gone as quickly as he appeared, quickly filling in the order with that same bounce in his step. He returned not five minutes after, placing a tall glass of chocolate milk in front of Dakota and a fresh pot of coffee in front of his mother.

"Do you folks know what you wanna eat today?" Daniel asked with a smile, pulling out a pencil and notepad.

"I'll have the Sunshine Breakfast," Dakota's mom confidently answered, "and my son will have some of your yummy chocolate pancakes."

Dakota looked up from his own menu, a look of confusion and shock on his face. His mom and him exchanged a brief set of glances, the silent conversation lasting a split second before the waiter intruded.

"Excellent choice! I'll have those out to you in a bit," the waiter chirped, scribbling the order down in his little notepad before slipping away from the two.

Dakota had half a mind to whine to his mom in their moment alone. He thought to point out that he didn't like her ordering for him, but the more he ran the potential conversation through his mind, the less he wanted to do it. It would have made him sound like a fussy cub no matter how he sliced it.

Instead, he opted to drinking his chocolate milk, at least the tasty drink was enough to keep his worried mind occupied. The wait felt like hours as the diapered fox shyly avoided eye contact with his mother. His ears continued to droop off his head as he just silently sipped away at his milk.

His mother was perfectly content with sitting in silence, peacefully sipping her coffee after she mixed it with just the right amount of creamer. She would occasionally look up at her blushing son, smirking at how cute he looked when he was all shy and quiet during their public outings.

The food finally came to the table and not a moment too soon. All the embarrassment had left the diapered fox famished.

Dakota's mother was served first. A subtle way of reminding him that she was in charge. The plate of eggs, sausage, and hash browns looked rather tantalizing to the hungry diaper fox.

His own pancakes were practically swimming in chocolate sauce. A childish looking dish that was specifically tailored towards the younger audience who drooled over the stuff. Dakota enjoyed chocolate, but the sheer amount of it on the food made his diapered state harder to deal with.

"Oh boy, that's an awful lot of food for my little guy," his mom commented with a chuckle, not even bothering with waiting for the waiter to completely leave. "You sure you can eat all that?"

His cheeks were red and he didn't bother raising his head, but Dakota nodded. The last thing he needed was even more embarrassment from his mother. His little heart couldn't take much more of this.

The diapered fox dove right into his meal, if only as a means to avoid his mom's glare. He behaved himself and acted as grown up as possible, delicately cutting bites out of his pancakes and wrapping any stray strands of syrupy sauce before slipping it into his mouth. He had gotten through half his meal without incident, feeling rather proud of himself for managing to pull it off.

Meanwhile his mom etched away at her own food. She was noticeably looser in her body language than the tense fox, calmly washing her food down with some coffee. She worked at her own meal, eating it quietly while occasionally looking up at Dakota to make sure he was eating.

Despite her slower pace, Dakota's mom somehow managed to finish her meal first and by the time her plate was cleared and her second cup of coffee was poured, Dakota still had quite a bit of food to eat.

After a few minutes of patiently waiting, the motherly fox decided to take matters into her own hands and began cutting pieces of Dakota's pancakes with her fork.

Dakota was quick to notice, blushing and getting rather defensive of his food. "M-moom-!"

"Shush shush," his mother quickly quieted down her fussy kit as she cut a bite of chocolate pancake with the fork. "Open wide, sweetie."

Dakota scowled at the fork in front of him and refused to open his mouth to accept such an embarrassing act. But the longer he refused the persistent bite of pancake that floated in front of him, the more he realized how much of a cub it made him look. He wanted to pout at his seat and refuse any amount of humiliating charity from his cooing mom, but that would only make him look even more immature. He was caught at a crossroad.

He huffed once, finally submitting himself to things and opening his mouth for the bit of pancake. Despite how childish it made him look to have his mom feed him like this, at least it had an ending when compared to the alternative. His mom was always so persistent with this sort of thing and would have gladly sat there and waited for him to submit rather than giving up.

The diapered fox ate his meal as fast as his mom would allow him. The moment he managed to swallow a mouthful of food another one was quick to follow. His mother would punctuated each bite with a wipe of a napkin that wiped bits of chocolate sauce that landed on his lips.

His cheeks burned as he kept his eyes glued to his mom's fork, daring not to look at any of the other restaurant patrons who have likely noticed the childish behavior. He didn't even want to think about what he must have looked like to them.

Much to his relief, the pancakes were gone rather quickly. He sighed when the last bite finally reached his muzzle and he was allowed to chew it and swallow it without any more interruptions.

At long last, he was able to wash down the sugary meal with a couple large gulps of chocolate milk. He sighed and leaned back, finally able to relax after the force feeding.

With the embarrassment of being fed like a child in public over with, his mind moved to other things it felt needed his attention which came in the form of a sharp pressure in his bladder. The surge of pressure caught the fox completely off guard, making him quickly squeeze his thighs together to ward off the strong need.

He blushed, realize the amount of pride he'd have to sacrifice to avoid the embarrassing ordeal of wetting himself in public. "U-uhm...mom?"

"Yes sweetie?" His mom responded looking up from her coffee.

"I-I uhm...need to use the bathroom," his voice was barely audible, lowering itself as low as it could go. He tried to give his mom the best puppy eyes he could manage in such a public place.

"Have we forgotten that we're wearing our potty today?" His mom bluntly said.

Dakota squirmed a tiny bit in humiliation, his ears shyly ducking down with his head. "B-but what if I leak? I don't wanna-"

"I don't have your diaper bag here. You're going to have to wait."

"P-please m-mom..." The diapered fox whimpered as his legs twisted tightly. He kept both paws firmly pressed against his diapered crotch to delay the imminent threat. "Can we just go now? Please?"

The motherly fox shook her head, picking up her cup of coffee. "Not yet. You still have quite a bit of chocolate milk to drink."

"B-but mommy-"

"Shush shush," his mother was quick to quiet her kit down before taking her time with a slow sip of her drink, "drink your milk, honey."

Dakota's 'inner little' had half a mind to throw a hissy fit about his mom's unfair ruling. The kit in him wanted to storm off somewhere, away from the horribly humiliating situation. But his adult mind was quick to rationally quiet those urges down. Where would he even storm off to? And was there even a dignified way to 'storm off'? Besides, running off would surely earn him a spanking when they got him.

So with another huff and a brief scowl that only lasted a half a second, Dakota leaned toward his drink and began sucking away at the tasty milk.

Dakota clutched his eyes closed as his fists shook between his legs. His bladder ached and begged for release as he was reaching his breaking point. He did his best to drink as much as he could as quickly as he could, but it seemed like the glass was never empty. Despite how much of the chocolate drink he slurped through the straw, there seemed to be much more left.

Finally his body decided for him with only a loud whimper of defeat escaping the fox, shortly followed by a hiss that grew in strength. His squeezed thighs started to loosen as his bladder began filling his already moist diaper up a second time.

His eyes remained slammed shut as his paws felt his diaper warm back up with the public wetting. His urine stream hissed loudly against the plastic padding before it was wicked away by parts of the diaper, surely turning all of it yellow.

Dakota felt his bladder relax as it emptied, greatly contrasting the total embarrassment of wetting himself in the middle of a restaurant. He was relieved that he no longer had to hold back the pee, but now he had a heavy, used diaper around his waist, it's swollen padding resting against his crotch.

"Are we done making piddles?" His mother broke his post-pee daze rather loudly.

Dakota's ears flattened close to his head as he looked at his mother with a mixture of childish pout and humiliated embarrassment.

"Well finish your milky, honey. Then we can go," his mom took a sip of her own drink, washing down a rather lovely meal.

The diapered fox looked down at his glass of chocolate milk. With an empty bladder, the thing look much much smaller than what his mind made it out to be. Only a few quick gulps of the drink was left which he quickly sucked down. He polished the rest of the milk in a matter of minutes with little effort.

After stewing in his own mess for a few minutes longer, Dakota's mom finally decided that they could leave. The food was paid for and Dakota was finally allowed to leave the table.

He ever so carefully pulled himself up out of the bench seat, not wanting to spring a leak or make the mess any bigger than it was. His eyes locked onto the main door, just a few rows of seats away.

"Oop! Guess my little kit could use a change!" Dakota's mother chuckled, eyeing the two silver dollar sized wet spots that formed between his legs.

With burning cheeks, Dakota kept himself as inconspicuous as possible and quickly walked out of the restaurant. He could feel the small wet spots between his legs that rapidly cooled once exposed to the outside air. He prayed that no one would look at his pants as he waddled out of the building as quickly as possible.

The long trek to the car made the sloshy diaper between Dakota's legs seem that more unbearable. No longer could he fake the 'normal' gait he came in with. His legs were now visablly bowed out with a sizable bulge between his legs.

Now it seemed like his mom parked this far away from the restaurant on purpose. The lone silver SUV appeared to be miles away from the diapered fox. He waddled quickly to the back of the parking lot, eyes locked onto the car with growing desperation.

"Don't climb in just yet, Koda," the motherly fox intruded, reaching into the passenger side door. She proceeded to pull out Dakota's diaper bag, a childishly blue bag with little clouds and suns embroidered on it. In the center of it all the word 'Dakota' was written in thickly outlined white letters. "You need a diaper change before we go," his mom added, proceeding to unbutton Dakota's khakis with little whimpers coming from the diapered kit.

"H-here?" Dakota's voice spiked as he felt his pants slip down his legs. His sagging diaper was now exposed to open air, heavily tinted yellow to advertise to any passerby that the fox wet himself. The diaper had swelled to at least twice as thick as it was this morning when he was put into it by his mother. The cartoon, star shaped wetness indicators were all but faded from the front as if the squishy padding and sagging weight wasn't enough.

"Yes here," his mother said, plopping the diaper bag in the space in front of the middle row of seats.

The motherly fox took her time retrieving a diaper changing mat from the bag and spreading it out on the car's back seat while Dakota was left to stand there with his sagging diaper in full public view. As his mom slowly smoothed out any wrinkles or creases in the mat, Dakota fearfully hugged the side of the SUV as close as possible in an attempt to make himself as small and as hidden as possible.

"Hop up, little one," his mother finally said to which he quickly responded and ducked down into the SUV. At least here he'd be less exposed. Not that it would have mattered to his mother. His mother smiled at how swiftly the fox moved, getting into position with his back on the mat and legs spread out. His yellow diaper squished with each move he made. "Aww, someone's looking forward to his changee!"

Dakota's mother smiled warmly as she pulled out the needed supplies from the diaper bag. It seemed only obvious to Dakota that he would be eager to get his diaper changed, especially when a leaking diaper often lead to punishment or more public humiliation...Or both.

Dakota's mother untaped his diaper's tapes and pulled the front down. Dakota kept his mind focused on the still deflated member that shriveled as it was exposed to open air that greatly contrasted the warm, urine rich environment of the diaper. The last thing he needed was to pop a boner when his mom changed him in public. Diapers were hot and all to the kinky fox, but it's not something you want to do in front of your mom who openly embarrasses you enough as it is.

His mother expertly wiped the area clean of that urine stink, tossing the used wipes into the swollen diaper. A new diaper was quickly slipped under the fox shortly followed by a liberal powdering. In no time at all the blushing fox was quickly changed out of his clammy diaper and slipped into a fresh new one.

"Alllll done!" Dakota's mother held up her hands in front of her as she always did after every diaper change.

Dakota was finally allowed to sit up, taking in the full sensation of having a fresh diaper around his waist. A fresh diaper was always a satisfying feeling after being in a wet diaper. The contrast between the two were enormous.

His mother quickly balled up the old, heavy diaper into a tight ball and handed it to the diapered fox. "Throw away this diaper and we can go home."

"M-may I have my pants back first?" His chances weren't that high after all that's happened so Dakota had to use his best puppy eyes. He looked like a toddler begging for ice cream.

"Nonsense, I'd just be taking them off when you get back. The trash can's just over there," Dakota's mom picked up his pants from the ground and folded them up neatly. She packed the 'big boy pants' in with the rest of the diaper changing supplies before zipping up the bag. "Now hurry up so we can go home for your nap."

Dakota's ears splayed out on his head in defeat. He let out a quiet whimper as he pulled his body back out of the SUV. At times like these, his body seemed to switch to autopilot, keeping his mind blank as he just went through the motions.

With the speed only seen from Olympic runners, but with a toddler gait, Dakota frantically dashed towards the nearby trash can. He had to cross the parking lot to do so, but the lone trash can that sat against the back exterior wall of the restaurant was the closest one he could get to.

His old, heavy diaper was quickly tossed in and he briskly dashed back to the SUV where his mom was already starting its engine. With his fresh diaper crinkling behind him as a reminder to keep moving, Dakota hopped into the car, closing the door behind him.

His mom watched through the rear view mirror as Dakota quickly buckled his seatbelt, his cheeks still red from the desperate sprint and utter embarrassment. She didn't say anything and instead smirked to herself and pulled the SUV out of the parking spot.

The drive home was rather calm with Dakota quietly watching the world through the tinted windows of the back seats and his mom listening to the radio at a reasonable volume. The SUV now smelt of baby powder, a lingering reminder of Dakota's infantile adventures for today.

Eventually the car turned into the familiar neighborhood, away from the buzzing traffic of the city's main streets. The roads of the neighborhood slowly curved around the land, lined with almost carbon copy styled houses on both sides. Each house had very similar builder's colonial design, but varied ever so slightly from one another to give them a small bit of originality.

The SUV eventually pulled into their house's garage, giving Dakota a wave of relief. Home safe at last.

He quickly slipped into the house, his diaper crinkling every step of the way. He was just relieved he was home safe and sound. His mom came in shortly after, diaper bag slung over her shoulder.

Dakota quickly made himself comfortable in the living room, turning on the large flat screen television that stood across the room. The television switched on to some crime solving show that was likely left over from when his mom watched TV last. He didn't bother changing the channel to find something that he would prefer watching. He figured this was the most grown up thing he'd be able to watch before his mom came in and interrupted.

Despite the thick diaper around his waist, the crime drama made a small sense of 'big boy' swell inside Dakota's belly. He was actually starting to enjoy himself and happily watched the show intently. His mom usually didn't let him watch 'big boy' shows, not when he was wearing diapers at least.

Suddenly, just before the episode ended with it's usual wrap up and reveal of the criminal, the TV suddenly shut off. Dakota quickly shook out of his television watching daze, snapping back to reality with perked ears.

"Time for your bottle, Koda," his mom said from behind the couch, holding the remote in one paw and a bottle of milk in the other.

Dakota blushed, but submissively climbed off of the couch, allowing his mom to take her usual spot by the right armrest. The motherly fox patted her lap. "Hop on up, little one."

Dakota fidgeted in place, wringing his paws in front of him as his tail hugged close to his diapered rump. He was hesitant, not wanting to subject himself to any more of this humiliation.

Reluctantly, Dakota slowly climbed up on top of his mother's lap, nestling his head in the crook of her arm as his diapered rump slipped into her lap. He blushed as she looked up at him, instinctively curling his arms close to his chest.

His mother brushed a few stray hairs off the kit's forehead. "Such a good boy," she said softly before pulling out a bottle of milk. She slowly slipped the bottle's nipple into his muzzle with little resistance.

Without being told, Dakota started to suckle on the milk. His shoulders suddenly seemed to slump down as the magic of the bottle feeding eased his tense body.

A natural stillness fell on the room as the only sound that could be heard was the quiet suckles from Dakota. The bottle bobbed in his mouth as he slowly drained it of it's sweet milk. He quietly and submissively sucked the milk down, filling his belly with the warm liquid and pleasantly complimenting the brunch from earlier in the day.

As the feeding continued, Dakota felt his body instinctively curl up close to his mother's lap. His body remained loose and relaxed as he fell under the spell of the rhythmic suckling. Before he knew it he slipped off to sleep, breaking away from the bottle as he did.

After an undetermined amount of time, Dakota's mother's voice started to fade into the blank dreamscape. "Diaper butt, it's time to get up," he heard her say as he started to slip back into reality.

The napping fox stirred once again, waking up from the short nap. He found a blanket now covered him up and somehow his favorite husky plushie found it's way into his arms, hugged close to his chest. Dakota pulled himself up to a sitting up position and rubbed a sleepy eye with another yawn. The husky plushie stayed close to him as he stretched his achy limbs and looked up at his mother who now stood in front of him.

"Have a nice nappy, sweetie?" His mother asked softly and warmly. The fox yawned again and nodded, he felt rather well rested and didn't seem the least bit bothered by the thick diaper around his waist in his relaxed state. "That's good. You looked so peaceful after your bottle. I didn't want to wake you up."

"Mhmm," the diapered fox smacked his lips as he stretched his arms out in front of him. "It was really nice."

"Dinner's almost ready. Do you think you can be a big boy and walk into the kitchen without mommy's help?"

Again the sleepy fox nodded, letting out a quiet yawn as his plushie rested close to him. Rubbing his eyes again, Dakota pulled himself up from the comfy couch, carrying the plushie with him. His feet wobbled for a moment as he stood up, his feet sinking into the carpet floor a bit.

With another sleepy yawn, Dakota's mind proceeded to wake up ever so gently, carrying his body towards the kitchen with husky plush in tow. The linger scent of good food wafted from the kitchen, pulling Dakota in with tantalizing smells of mashed potatoes and roast beef.

The kitchen was a typical suburban arrangement, containing a tall island in the center for more counter space. All of the appliances had the same brushed metal facade, giving the room an overall clean feeling.

Not too far away from the usual stovetop and coffee maker could be found a small table big enough to seat four. The table was where Dakota and his mom shared most of their meals when he was home. They never had a need for their dining room except when guests were over or large parties needed seating.

However, Dakota usually didn't sit at the small kitchen table. His usual spot was in a large blue high chair that sat close to table. Black shoulder straps dug into the padded backing of the chair, available for use when his mom decided to take that extra safe step for her kit. A white plastic tray sat beside the furnishing in preparation for the fox's mealtime.

His mom was hard at work near the stove, nurturing a few dishes that had a couple short minutes left in their cooking time. She would transfer portions of the food to two plates on the counter, prepping them for dinner.

Her ears perked up at the sound of upcoming footsteps, causing her to turn around. The maternal fox paused for a moment and smiled at her son, waddling up to her while hugging his cuddly plushie ever so closely.

"I hope you're hungry, honey," his mom said as she glided over to the high chair while Dakota followed suit.

Dakota was helped into the large high chair, his thick diaper adding to the already cushioned seat. With a little help from him, Dakota's mom snapped the shoulder straps around the diapered fox, keeping him snugly in place.

"RJ's gonna have to sit over here so you don't get him dirty." His mom gently cooed, giving the plushie a couple tugs to coax Dakota into letting go. For a second he felt his grip tighten around the plushie, his 'inner-little' kicking into action. He hoped his mom didn't notice as she pulled the plushie away and placed it gently on an empty kitchen chair.

Shortly after, the high chair's plastic tray was slipped into place, riding on metal rails that ran horizontally on both sides of the chair. There was a metallic click as the tray snapped into place, pinning Dakota's arms to his sides. It was possible, with some large amount of fidgeting to pull his arms free of the tray, but his mom was always insistent in keeping his arms at his side to prevent him from feeding himself. To top off Dakota's mealtime preparation, a light blue bib was tied around his neck.

With her son securely in place, Dakota's mom walked over to the kitchen counter, but not without brushing a paw against his diaper to check for sogginess. It was still dry as a bone. Luckily he had enough control over his bladder to not wet himself during his occasional nap.

Dinner was brought over to the table as well as two drinks. Dakota's mom would always make sure Dakota had some safe plasticware to eat with and a plastic sippy cup to prevent spillage. She took her usual spot at the kitchen table, sitting close enough so that his high chair was within arms reach.

Dakota would have to wait patiently for his meal to be brought up to him by his mom. She alternated between eating a mouthful of her own food and scooping up some of Dakota's food for him to eat.

The food was delicious and worth the wait as his mom steadily fed him like a kit. His legs carelessly swayed beneath him as he ate. For the remainder of dinner, Dakota even found himself slipping into the cubby mindset, completely accepting the situation with a smile.

Before he knew it, he had cleaned off his plate with only minor damage done to his bib. Already he could feel his tummy churning away at delicious meal.

"Such a big boy," his mom exclaimed as he swallowed the last bite of his meal. With a clean plate, she proceeded to untie Dakota's bib, using it to wipe his muzzle clean before pulling it away from the chair. She then began to slide the highchair's tray out, giving Dakota much needed freedom.

Once released from his highchair, Dakota scurried back to the living room, being sure to grab his husky plush on his way out. He happily plopped down on the couch, giving the plushie a hug before he curled back under the warm blanket. The TV was turned on, returning the fox to the world of crime dramas that seem to always be on.

However that didn't last long. Much to Dakota's dismay, his mom proceeded to change to the channel to a much more 'age appropriate' show: a colorful cartoon targeted towards toddlers and preschoolers. The bright and vibrant colors were like sugar for the eyes, almost unbearably energetic to look at.

"Now play nicely while mommy takes care of the dishes," his mom said, walking back into the kitchen, taking the remote in with her.

Dakota let out a defeated sigh, deflating into the couch cushions as he submitted to decision that was made for him. The cartoon was nothing all that stimulating, practically mind numbing to the college fox. Quite quickly he found himself drifting off into a hypnotic trance, passively watching the show as his mind started to think about other things. He slouched in his seat, idly holding RJ in his lap as the cartoons chattered away.

A commercial eventually popped up, breaking Dakota out of his television watching trance. He pulled himself up in his spot and looked over the back of the couch at the doorway to the kitchen. His ears curiously wiggled as he listened to the sounds from the other room. His mother was still hard at work placing dishes in the dishwasher.

His attention now turned to his belly that was pleasantly full from a good meal. His tummy quietly churned as the food moved things along inside. And with that, a naughty thought peaked his interest.

Time alone in the living room allowed the fox to dwell and fantasize about impish deeds he could commit in his alone time. One prominent thought that shined through the rest was the dirty deed of messing his diaper.

His mom was never against the idea of him messing his diaper, but always made sure to change him almost immediately after. She never allowed him to enjoy it which he had half a mind to suspect she did that on purpose. She would likely make an excuse that he would get diaper rash if he stayed in it too long or that he shouldn't be playing in such a filthy thing, but it wouldn't be that unbelievable if she did it just to annoy him.

Regardless of what his mom did, Dakota rather enjoyed messing his diapers, at least when his mom wasn't there to spoil the mood. Wet diapers turned him on, there was no mistake of that, but to poop in them was a much stronger, naughtier feeling. It made him feel more like a submissive kit and that turned him on even more.

Peeking over the back of the couch once again to check if the coast was clear, Dakota put his plan into action. He slipped off the couch and kneeled on the soft carpet floor in front of the television. He felt like a real kit kneeling there, teasing his mind with what was to come.

His thumb popped into his mouth as if acting as a signal for his cubby desires to kick in. He hugged his husky plush with an arm as he grinned. With his eyes locked onto the colorful cartoons in front of him, Dakota began to grunt, feeling like a real toddler who was just too distracted by the inviting show to find the potty.

His cheeks flared up as he sucked on his thumb, idely watching the television as his bowels and bladder began to move. He pretended not to notice as his tummy tightened and little, quiet grunts erupted from his mouth.

His bladder was the first thing to go, having the afternoon to fill up with a sizable amount of urine. His stream loudly splashed against the inside of the diaper, tinting the once pristine padding a light yellow. He slyly bit his bottom lip as his bladder relaxed, warming up his diaper in the process.

Eventually he was rewarded with the wonderful sensation of his heavy load pushing out into the waiting diaper, weighing the garment down with a noticeable bulge. He continued to push out the smelly mess as the diaper pushed back only a tiny bit. In a matter of minutes, the mischievous fox was left with a heavy, lumpy load in his diaper, making cubby and arousing feelings swell up in his body.

After it was done, Dakota snapped out of the trance that the television put on him. He pretended to just now notice the smelly lump that now occupied his diaper and for a moment he blushed in embarrassment, mentally shaming himself for not making it to the potty. He tested the large lump in the back of his diaper with both paws to confirm that he did, indeed, fill his diapers like a baby.

Finally to top off the dirty deed, the fox changed positions, moving from kneeling, to a low hanging squat that was prone to dropping. While he suckled on his thumb like a toddler, he plopped squarely on the mess, pressing the lumpy load around inside his diaper as his diaper pressed against the living room carpet.

He playfully bounced in his new mess, grinning at his accomplishment as his thumb found it's way into his mouth. He let out a silent giggle as he wiggled on top of the mess, shivering as the pleasure caused his member to stiffen.

Suddenly in the kitchen, the sink's faucet suddenly stopped. "Everything okay in there?" His mom called in, checking up on the diapered fox.

"Uhm f-fine! Everything's fine," Dakota's voice squeaked for a moment as he pulled out his thumb and steadied his breathing.

"Are you thirsty, honey?" His mom added.

"S-sure," Dakota answered back as naturally as possible, "I would love some juice, please."

"I'll bring in some when I'm done here," his mom added and with that the water was turned back on.

With that little crisis averted, Dakota popped his thumb back into his mouth and turned his attention to more important things. His husky plushie was placed back on the couch, freeing a paw for the task at hand. He placed his free paw on top of the warm front of the diaper that had a visible yellow spot on it along with a noticeable bulge.

First he proceeded to slowly rub his paw across the swollen surface of the diaper. He took in the crinkling of the plastic and the smell of his lumpy mess. His erection strained against the padding as he continued to touch himself more. His own touch made him shiver in anticipation as his body hummed with excitement.

The touching turned into rubbing as Dakota's body heated up in arousal, feeling oh so little while being turned on even more by his messy diaper. As he rubbed himself further and further down the road to orgasm, Dakota decided to egg himself on with some mental teasing.

He was being quite the naughty boy in his diapers. Will he EVER get the hang of potty training when he's too busy pooping himself in front of the TV? He DESERVED to be in diapers. He would ruin too many big boy undies if he wasn't in diapers.

All this teasing, coupled with playing back the humiliation his mom put him through today was more than enough fuel to push him closer and closer to that orgasm his body craved. His foxhood strained against the padded diaper as his breathing escalated, he was oh so close. His mind kept replaying images of his most recent humiliation and constantly reminded him of his situation.

He was masturbating on the living room floor while cartoons kept playing along. He was being a naughty fox doing it too. His diaper was messy, his member hard, and arousal was building up fast.

Suddenly his special play time was rudely interrupted by a loud "what are you doing?" from his mom.

Dakota froze, looking up from his spot in front of the couch, cartoons playing loudly in the background. His mom stood over him, holding a bottle of apple juice in one hand as both hands balanced on her hips.

All color drained from his face as he looked up at his mom. He sat there petrified in fear, thumb plugging his mouth as his free paw rested on top of his tenting diaper front. It was obvious what he was doing.

"I-I was just uhm..." The diapered fox stammered for words. He was desperate for any kind of excuse. Something to write off all the dirty things he was just doing.

His mom scowled, not all too happy about her kit doing naughty things behind her back. "Stand up before you get the carpet messy."

Dakota was hesitant, slowly getting up at first out of fear of his mom and fear of making a bigger mess than he already did. His mom quickly grew impatient with the slow moving fox and quickly pulled at an arm and thrusting the fox up to his feet.

His heavy diaper swayed between his thighs as he was pulled out of the living room by the firm grip of his mom. His legs bowed out far apart, giving him a babyish appearance. He did his best to keep up with his angry mom, stumbling over his own feet in the process. He looked like a waddling toddler scurrying along with his mommy to use the potty.

His mother didn't say much and instead let her body language illustrate how disappointed and angry she was from seeing her son playing with himself in the living room. Dakota hated when she got this way, unsure what plans or thoughts were forming behind that stern scowl his mom got. It always made his tail tuck close to his rump.

The diapered fox was swiftly pulled up the main steps to the second floor. His mom made a beeline down the main hall, passing the various doors leading to the other rooms and headed straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom's cold tiled floor chilled his bare feet as he was forced to stand there in his shame. He could catch a glimpse of his guilty reflection in the bathroom mirror to his left. A toilet sat not five feet away from the diapered fox, acting as a naughty tease to the smelly mess that clung to his rump. To his right stood a closet that contained a variety of smelly soaps and shampoos as well as a stocked supply of towels and wash clothes. His mom even kept a couple diapers and extra powder in there just in case.

"In the tub. Now!" His mom huffed and pointed at the bathtub that sat against the far wall of the room with a stiff, angry finger.

With tucked back ears and an obedient whimper, Dakota compiled, waddling over to the white bath and climbing in, likely giving his mom a good look at his sagging, brown diaper. He patiently stood there as his mom turned on the water, checking the temperature with a paw before proceeding with the next step. Making sure his paws were at his side, Dakota's mom began untaping his messy, wet diaper, pulling it off his filthy rump and rolling it up into a ball.

Dakota was left to stand there in the slow filling tub as his mom walked over to the closet and fished out a container of bubble bath mix, as well as some towels and a luffa sponge. The bubble bath mix was added to the filling water, quickly filling the surface up with fluffy suds and the air with a fresh cucumber melon scent.

"Sit down," Dakota's mom finally ordered, helping the dirty fox down into the warm water with a helping hand.

His mom then proceeded to bathe the fox, firmly scrubbing at the filth that stuck to Dakota's rump..

"I can't believe you. You know better not to play with yourself like that. Disgusting," Dakota's mom's words stung the other fox as he quietly slouched his shoulders.

"M'sorry, mommy," Dakota pathetically whimpered out, a little bit of tear visibly welling up in his eyes.

"Well you can forget about dessert tonight. It's straight to bed with you, mister."

Dakota didn't argue with this sentence. He knew it was well deserved and merely whimpered quietly to himself as his eyes continues to water up. "M'sorry..." Was all he bothered mumbling out as soap suds cover his lower half.

Bathtime continue with the same tense silence that it started with. Dakota behaved himself, moving his limbs about when his mom ordered him to and did his best not to whimper when a little bit of shampoo got in his eyes.

Eventually Dakota reached the level of cleanliness that was deemed acceptable by his mom. The bubbly tub water was then drained and Dakota was helped out of the tub and into a warm, fluffy towel. His mom dried him off meticulously, making sure her son was nice and dry.

Nude with only a towel loosely draped around his waist, Dakota was pulled into his room which can be best described as a mixture of a college room bunk and a room of a toddler. On one side of the room sat a large and sturdy changing table that had a full stock of diapers proudly on display on the shelves underneath the padded top. A desk with a computer sat on the opposite time for those rare times he was allowed to be grown up around his mom. Inbetween the two contrasting furnishings sat a neat and tidy bed, detachable rails sat visibly underneath the frame.

Dakota behaved himself and hopped up onto the changing table without being told. His ears continued to hug his head as he looked to his mom with a worried expression. The motherly fox just looked to her son with an agitated expression.

The diaper change that proceeded was quick and lacked any chatter between the two. Dakota remained silent as his cheeks flared up with worry. It was killing him how little his mom was talking, worried that the silence was worse than scolding. His mom diapered him up in two layers and the fox knew very well what that meant.

Once he was properly powdered and taped into a double layer of diapers, Dakota was shuffled off the changing table and into his bed. He remained quiet as his mom tucked him in.

"I don't want you getting up for anything.," his mom finally said, handing Dakota's husky plush to him, "you stay in this room. Understand?"

"Y-yes mommy," the words slipped out of Dakota's mouth so quietly and meekly.

That reaction seemed to spark some kind of reaction from his mom, causing her to let out a heavy sigh. "Goodnight, Koda," She leaned in and kissed Dakota's forehead tenderly, pulling the blanket up over the fox's body.

"G'night, mommy," Dakota quietly said, hugging his husky plushie close.

His mom left the room without another word, quietly closing the door as she left. Dakota could hear soft footsteps walk away from the door and eventually he could ever so faintly hear his mom walking down the main steps.

The diapered fox remained quiet for a few minutes longer, laying perfectly still in his bed as he fought back pathetic whimpers. He laid there in silence with only his husky plushie and the dim blue glow of his nightlight to keep him company.

The night ticked away slowly as Dakota laid there in silence. With such an early bedtime, Dakota could only lay there with his thoughts, his mind free to wander.

One thing led to another and before he knew it highlights of today started to fade into mind. He played the experiences in his mind, feeling his arousal build back up again. He would bring up a memory and then play it over and over again until something hotter popped in. The public exposure, the teasing, and even the big messy diaper that he sat in just a few short hours ago.

His bedsheets were swiftly pulled aside, revealing the thick diaper that shined in the faint light. As he replayed some of his favorite clips from today, his foxhood began to stir inside his diaper once again. This time it came back with more power than ever, fueled by all the build up from earlier.

The fox bit his lower lip, raising his head a tiny bit to make sure that his bedroom door was completely closed. He even looked around the dark room to check for spy cameras just to make doubly sure.

Slowly he placed a careful paw on top of the growing bulge in his diaper. It wasn't as fun as a messy diaper, but it would have to do. The paw slowly touched his foxhood, drawing light circles into the padding as his erection slowly returned with a vengeance.

In an ideal situation, he would haphazardly rip open the diaper, giving him full access to his stiff erection that swelled between his legs. But he knew that the diapers just wouldn't stick well the second time around and he wouldn't want to tempt fate when he was expected to sleep in the diaper. Surely his mom would notice the loose tapes as well and possibly punish him even more. This would have to do.

With the embarrassing day fresh in his mind Dakota required little coaxing to get his juices flowing once more. His cheeks flared up as he grabbed his erection through his diaper. A low, aroused growl slipped through his muzzle as his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

He entertained his heated arousal with his favorite parts of today. He replayed the public wetting his mom forced him to commit, paying close attention to how his diaper felt then. He recalled the sensational stimulation that came from the messy diaper that he shamelessly filled in the middle of the living room.

Every little detail was replayed over and over as his rubbing became faster and faster. His panting became shallower and louder, crinkling from his diaper filling the room as he played. His eyes slammed shut as the much sought after climax was coming close.

Finally his hips began to buck, his foxhood squirting into the dry diaper. He hugged his husky plush tightly against his chest as he rode out his strong orgasm, body twitching about inside the crib. He panted with a big smile, completely satisfied with himself and a job well done. The afterglow slowly faded, leaving behind a fulfilled fox and a sticky diaper front.

Dakota cuddled RJ with a little smile on his face, satisfied and relieved. He was feeling much better about himself which allowed his body to remember how tired it actually was. He let out a big yawn before pulling a blanket over his relaxed body. Her curled up into a loose ball, giving his husky plush a big hug.

Shortly after, the fox drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. Today wasn't so bad afterall.