Padderday in the Park
#4 of Reflections on a Rat
That Saturday I went to the park was a nerve-wracking experience for me.
Not that I had any trouble with the park, or anything like agoraphobia in general, but I knew that Rockwell had Done Something, which always meant an unpredictable day.
My first hint was when I'd tried to put on clothing for the day. Logically, I knew I had to own clothes, and my closet was certainly full of something, but I couldn't find anything besides my stockpile of diapers.
Fair enough; I was going padded for the day. In a very fortunate bit of foresight, I figured it might be more prudent to wear a second pair over the first for added protection. They were already novelty-thick diapers to begin with, so the overall effect left me a very waddly skunk--which I fortunately enjoyed being anyway.
I made my way downstairs--the diapers' rustling very loud in my ears with every step--and found my mate cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
The diminutive otter was standing naked on a kitchen chair in front of the stove as he poured pancake batter into a pan.
"Hey otter," I said, coming up and looking over his shoulder. "That smells great. You want to come to the park with me afterwards? I heard they've got funnel cake today...!"
Darkwater turned to give me a kiss. "Going dressed like that, are you? Sure, I'll show off my helpless little diaper kit--" He laughed, but his mirth was cut short as he heard spattering and looked down to find that he was pissing all over the stove. "What the--"
I blushed and tried to hide the fact that I'd just pissed my diaper as well, but the otter knew me well enough to know something was up. "One of Rockwell's games?"
"Yeah. Well, probably."
"But you don't know what exactly?"
I shook my head.
The otter moved his pancakes off the stove, turned off the fire, and turned to face me. "Hmm... is it a trigger-word sort of thing? Diaper sesame!"
Nothing happened.
"Hmm... c'mere, I kissed you too, let me try doing that again."
"How could I refuse?"
Upon repeated application of my boyfriend's lips, nothing continued to happen.
I chuckled a little as his kisses got friendlier, and he was laughing too as he pressed his snout down the front of my diapers to smooch at my sheath.
I felt a blush rise to my ears as I blasted a stream of piss at his muzzle against my will, and I heard the splat of his own against the front of my diaper at the same time.
"Gyack!" he said, reaching for a dish towel to wipe his face. "All right, 'whenever someone laughs at you' it is."
"Um," I said. "I don't think I can put any other clothes on. Are you sure we should still go out today?"
The otter smirked, making my diaper dampen a little and the towel he was drying with get a little wetter. "You kidding? And miss this opportunity? Forget breakfast, we're leaving right now!"
I couldn't even begin to convince the otter otherwise as he scrambled to the bedroom, coming back a few moments later in swim trunks and carrying a full bag of packs of diapers.
"What're those for?"
"Business opportunity!" he said, grabbing my paw and pulling me along.
At this early hour of day, the park was only sparsely crowded--mostly people setting up stalls, and some older folks apparently intent on grabbing good deals before anyone else took the opportunity.
"Hey, you there!" Darkwater flagged down a tiger with graying stripes. "Can I interest you in some wonderfully absorbent incontinence products?"
The tiger snarled his offendedness. "Young man, I assure you--"
"Yes, yes," the otter jumped in before he could continue, "I'm sure you don't normally find yourself in need of such support, but if we could expect such troubles we wouldn't call them accidents now, would we? Take a look at this poor skunk, for example."
The poor skunk in question rolled his eyes.
"He didn't come prepared for the nasty bout of incontinence that's been going around, and now since he wasn't prepared he has to parade himself around in nothing but these cheap novelty baby-print diapers."
Hey, what? I looked down and over the curve of my belly only just managed to notice my padding was indeed printed with a pattern of alphabet blocks. Were they like that when I put them on?
I blushed to my eartips, and the tiger couldn't help but notice my embarrassment, letting out a contemptuous chuckle.
His laughter was immediately followed by a frown as his khaki pants evidenced spreading wetness, and I shivered as I wet myself in kind.
It wasn't even a minute later that Darkwater had pocketed a couple of ten-dollar bills and the tiger was scurrying off towards the nearest port-o-let to change into a considerably more discreet diaper than the one I was wearing.
"You're terrible, you know that."
He leaned up to kiss my snout. "And you're my adorably chunky babyskunk."
My otter was a master at his craft, and managed to extract higher and higher sums from each mark as my own condition became more and more pitiable -- my diapers were sagging pretty low as noon came around, given how they managed to get fuller and fuller every time someone laughed at me.
Aside from getting banned from the funnel cake stand forever we were doing pretty well overall, until the authorities showed up.
An authority, anyway.
The very large beaver in the rent-a-cop outfit stood over us and frowned as he saw Darkwater making another deal. "Are you licensed to sell here today?"
The otter shook his head. "So sorry, didn't know it was required. Can I interest you in a pair of diapers? The need for them is certainly going around!"
"So I hear. I have no less than twelve complaints that you may be inducing this deliberately." He glowered at the smaller otter, trying to assert his bulk--which to be fair was probably a little more muscle than chub--but Darkwater was uncowed.
"Upon my honor, Mister"--he looked at the beaver's nametag--"Mister Erasmus, my talents lie elsewhere. Surely I can't be held responsible if mirth at my boyfriend's predicament leaves them unable to contain themselves?"
Erasmus turned to me and scowled. "That's another thing. Skunk, a diaper is inappropriate attire for this event, and it appears to have become more and more inappropriate as the day has gone on. I'll need you to change out of it and--"
I could tell by the alarm on the beaver's face that he was feeling the exact same urgency in the bowels that had just hit me.
"Dark--" I yelped, jumping behind him in a futile attempt at cover.
The otter looked to me, and then back at the distressed beaver, pulling out a single diaper from his pack. "I see you're in grave peril, sir, so I'll make it an even fifty for this one..."
The beaver growled and snatched the diaper from Darkwater's paw and ran behind the nearest booth.
"I'll put it on your tab!" Darkwater said, calling after him.
If the noisy release that messed my already-oversoaked padding shortly thereafter was any indication, the poor guy didn't make it in time.
It was almost noon by the time that Darkwater was running out of diapers to sell. My own padding had long since passed the point where it would stay up on its own, and I was having to hold it up by both sides, lest they fall down or stretch the tapes to their limit.
"Otter," I said, "this is starting to be a little more burdensome than enjoyable. Can we--" I hesitated, not venturing to offer the suggestion that had caused me to mess myself earlier-- "Can we get back home and cool off?"
Darkwater grinned, reaching down to squeeze the front of my diapers, making the mess slosh around and soak my intimate areas further.
A stream of piss slid down my inner leg.
"Please?" I whimpered.
"Hmm..." The otter mock-pondered as he continued to squish my padding, spreading the leakage further to soak my inner thighs. "Well...~ I really should keep you in them till they burst, but...~" He frowned. "But, I'm remembering it's my car we've got to take you home in. All right, let's get out of here."
The heat of the day was in full force by the time we got home and I was definitely smelling pretty rank, even by skunk standards.
I stood by the bed where Darkwater was sprawled out, cooling off.
"How long do you think I'll be stuck like this?"
"What, you mean you can't... on your own?"
I thought about it.
"Um... I'm worried something else might happen."
"Then I guess we'll have to wait till we check with Rockwell about what he wants you for."
"What he wants me for?"
"Well, obviously you're worried about doing anything else without his say-so, presumably he wants you to follow up with him."
"Erm... but..."
"What?"
"What if he makes it something worse?"
"If you're that afraid of him, you really ought to ease away from him, you know..."
The thought was chilling, somehow. "I... I'm not that kind of person."
"Are you sure, or is that the rat talking?"
My dick stiffened as I wondered how deep Rockwell's mind control went. Was it all just these games on the surface, or had he already taken ownership of me, body and soul?
"Musky, you're stroking yourself."
"I can if I like." It felt good to knead my stiffness through the soggy padding, the messy soup sliding over my shaft. It'd be nice to get off, I thought. Just to let everything go, drain it all out into my diaper, surrender everything...
Dimly I noticed my otter was slipping into a diaper of his own, and my own sensations increased. Yes, I thought, More people should wear diapers...
My paw reached into my padding, heedless of the mess, and I growled out in animal hunger. Yes. The more people there are in diapers, the better this will feel.
Climax was near. The stink was incredible as it wafted up from the diaper as I jerked my cock with my own filth. Let loose. Let your willpower drain out of you with your climax, let it be soaked up by the padding, lost in the mess--
Just before I was able to make that release, Darkwater came up behind me and ripped my diaper off.
The spasm hit immediately, knocking the two of us to the floor as our bowels rushed to empty themselves. Darkwater's mess was at least caught in his diaper; I on the other hand landed in the pile of shit that had fallen out of my diaper and started adding a fresh load to it.
Jerking off was no longer on my mind; the thought had faded as the padding came away from my crotch. Instead I could only think of how close I'd come.
The bowel movements lasted for far longer than I would have thought healthy, a stain spreading across the carpet. Not looking forward to cleaning this up, I thought.
"Otter..." I said, when I was finally all crapped out. "I felt I was going to lose it there... If I'd cum, I would have--"
He came up and held me, his own overfilled diaper dragging behind him. "You can't let him do this to you," he said. "Fun is fun but you have to keep hold of your own life."
I pressed my snout into his chestfur, muffling the scent of the mound of scat that had accumulated between my legs. "I don't know if I can let him go," I said. "I know it's more than I can handle, but... god help me, I do love him."