Reader! I have such great news! My Osito is coming over tonight. He’s going to diaper me and put me in cute little clothes! We’ll get dinner and then go out to see if we can find some spanking implements to use tonight and tomorrow morning. I’m very excited! I can feel the tingles of anticipation in my toes, nose, and cock already. Osito has been intrigued by my recent diaper discoveries. We’ve snuggled together while I’m diapered under my clothes before, but not much more. Even more significant is the fact that he’ll be the first person I’ve allowed to diaper me in my adulthood. I feel a lot of trust in how he’s been handling my most recent explorations. The way he holds me, pets me, and speaks to me are so gentle, sweet, and playful. He makes me feel silly and pulls me into little space so easily. I’m hoping he can coax me into wetting my diaper somewhere other than the bathroom. Maybe he can even convince my body to let me wet while in bed!
As a child, I had an odd relationship with using the restroom. I think psychologists call it “bathroom aversion” or something like that. In my earliest years, I quit the diapers quickly. The issue arrived when I didn’t go to the bathroom. Autism and ADHD worked together to make me, 1) not hear my body signaling my need to pee, and 2) not wanting to stop what I’m doing to pee again. These two feelings resulted in my tendency to find less conventional places to relieve myself. There was a time I would use the bottom drawer of the dresser. I was fascinated by the way it pooled in the bottom of the solid wood panels, making the alder tan gain an amber tint. That didn’t last long. My sister found it. Her visceral disgust led me to seek a spot that was more easily hideable. For a few long years, I’d drop trow, squat over a towel, and let it out. The towels soaked it up long enough for me to finish what I wanted before I took it to the laundry. It was easy to blame the stinky towels on the numerous cats in the house. I don’t remember why I stopped. I do remember really enjoying the course fabric against my skin and the harmless secret in my heart. I still viciously hate having to end my hyperfocusing or interrupt being on a roll to go to the bathroom. I drink water. My body un-drinks the water. I have to drink the water again! It’s a vicious cycle. Existence truly is a prison sometimes.
Now, as an adult, I still struggle to hear my body signaling my need to pee. I carry a spare set of pants with me because sometimes it takes so long for me to realize I need to go that I don’t actually make it to the toilet. I have always had a small bladder, but it seems the older I get, the more often I need to go. When I’m cold, I need to go even more quickly. And do you know what, dear Reader? I get cold so often. All this to say, my bladder and I don’t always get along.
Oh!
Osito is here! Time to go!
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I wish I was wearing a diaper right now. I can’t take a break to go to the bathroom for another half hour and I have to pee badly. I can imagine how glorious it would feel to let go of my bladder muscles and feel the soft fibers of a dino dotted diaper swell as they slurp up my warm urine. Fuck. I’m so utterly distracted by how aroused I get at just the thought of wetting my diaper right now. How did I get here? Oh. Princesita. She did this. It’s HER fault I can’t do my job right now. I’ll have to tease her about getting too big for her britches by making me too small for my boots. Later. Later.
I also just generally wish I wasn’t pretending to work and holding my bladder so I don’t soak my slacks. I want to be at home with my cat, sleeping, snuggled up to my Bear, wrapped in cozy blankets. Bear told me that I can pee on him, as long as I’m wrapped in a diaper. (Spoil sport) Now would be a prime time for that. I’m so close to bursting. When I shift in my seat to adjust how I’m sitting, the seam of my slacks rubs against my t-cock. I’m swelling more with each “accidental” adjustment. The more I swell, the bigger I get. The bigger I get, the more frequently I get rubbed. What a deliciously vicious cycle I have trapped myself in. I’ve truly done this one to myself today. My chance for a quick restroom break has come and gone. I let it roll on by and I’m not sorry for that. My bladder is screaming at me for relief and I’m ignoring it. Fuck. If my bladder is gonna ignore me when I want release, then he can see what that feels like too. Fucker. To top that off, I’m going to keep drinking my water too! Let’s see how long I can hold out together, Reader.
As I sit in my discomfort, I recall the feeling of Bear’s arms wrapped around me from behind last night. The way he grabbed my throat with one hand, pulling me against him, and squeezed the front of my diaper with his other. In natural Big Behavior ™, he had pulled apart the buttons of my panda onesie and dipped his fingers around the edge of the diaper I was wearing. Expertly, he found the leak guard and peeled it from my skin, pawing at the landing strip between my legs to check for a hint of wetness. Finding none, he changed direction to seek a different wetness between my lips. There he found full evidence of my arousal. He fluttered his fingers, playing in the thick, sticky wet that was giving me away. As he played there, he pressed his palm hard against my quickly swelling button. Thinking about it now has my body replicating the feeling.
The clock on my wrist ticks on as my shift progresses. The pressure building behind my sex progresses with every passing second. I have to pull my foot up under myself in an attempt to hold it in. I revel in the feeling. Sitting here with my foot under me, my heel rests firmly against my asshole. The stiff rubber of the sole is unforgiving. The pressure against my tightest hole reminds me that my Bear has recently bred me there. It reminds me that I am still full of his cubs. His exploration of my body didn’t end with gentle fingering. Oh no, I wouldn’t be so unlucky. He progressed past tickling my lips and pressing my button by wandering slightly north to find my full bladder. When he got into position, he yanked me back against him, combining his humping with increasing pressure on my bladder to tease me with his equally erect (but much larger) cock. I begged my body to let me burst. I begged him to ease his grip on my urethra and let me wet my diaper. He didn’t listen! He laughed at me in my desperation. Who’s laughing now, Little Boy Bladder? Well, also not me- it’s hard to eat lunch while pacing because I’m trying not to explode.
My Big Bear gave me a Tamagotchi and made the rule that whenever I play with it, or it goes off, I have to drink my water before AND after. The sound of its jingle causes my cock to hop with need and anticipation as I diligently fill my belly with more water. The pressure building in my pants reminds me that I am a good boy, and this is what good boys feel like when they listen to their Big. In my hydrated state, I’ve been peeing greater quantities at a higher frequency. It’s been so effective at keeping me hydrated that I can feel the effect on more than just my bladder. I feel downright soggy. Like a wetland, I revel in the cooling pressure in my sinuses and the moisture in my eyes. Even my skin feels more supple and vibrant.
Adding more liquid to my body and ignoring my bladder is what made me so close to bursting by the time Bear got home last night. When my body wouldn’t listen to me, I threw a tiny temper tantrum where I ragdolled into his arms and let out the most pathetic fox whine. Bear caught me, of course. It’s fun when I rag doll on him! I let go of my muscles, allowing gravity to drop me toward the floor. He always laughs as he easily keeps me aloft, and inquires about what’s wrong with his little prince this time. Becoming a rag doll is a good way to get comfort from my Bear about silly things.
When I shared that I was frustrated with my body again, he hoisted me off my feet and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on my back under my canopied bed. The green and pink lights strung through the canopy flashed stars across the ceiling behind him as he climbed onto me, easily covering my body in his warmth. I giggled and tried to hide when he started peppering my softest and most sensitive skin with little kisses. The spiky hairs of his beard tickled me as he traveled from my earlobe down the side of my neck. Heat followed his kisses down my chest as he expertly unbuttoned and peeled me out of my clothes. When his mouth reached the band on my diaper, he dodged and changed direction to suck on the softest skin of my thigh. He kissed all the way down to the top of my toes! I giggled and wiggled and squirmed, but he’s always so good at catching me and holding me in place when I get like that. This time was no different. When Bear was satisfied with his teasing, he made his way back up to the diaper. The speed at which he peeled back the diaper tapes was painfully slow. I jerked when the cold air of my bedroom bit at my swollen bits when he unfolded the padding from my skin. My whimpers became feral grunts when he amplified the chill by blowing softly on my tiny cock. Using both strong arms, Osito dragged me by my thighs to the edge of the bed where he dropped to his knees. I gasped as his lips found my cock. The drastic temperature change sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through me and caused me to arch my back. I spread my legs wider in an attempt to open my hips for him and shove my thimble of a boyclit somehow deeper into his throat. However impossible the task, I tried like a champ. I jumped hard into his mouth. I let him lick me up and down, his special worship of my most sensitive parts.
He kept me that way until I sufficiently begged for him to finger me. My pussy. My ass. With his cock or a dildo or his fist. I don’t care, Bear! FUCK ME! He waited until I was nipping at the air. Until the click of my teeth chomping down on nothingness joined the cacophony of my moans. I hadn’t seen him dig out the knotted dildo, but the speed with which he filled me let me know had been waiting for me to beg properly. The teasing buildup brought me so much anticipation that I reached orgasm as soon as the pointed tip found my g-spot. Bear loves my knotted dildo. It’s so long that it stabs against my cervix, if Bear can stretch me over the knot. It brings me insane orgasms, especially playing opposite to Oso’s tongue wrapped around my cock. He knows what he’s doing. When he came up to breath, he bit my thigh where he had previously been kissing and sucking.
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel once you get this big knot in you,” he purred against my skin. I shuddered in response to the nearly overwhelming tickling of his beard and breath.
Like the good boy I am, I admitted my desire, “It will feel so good, Papa Bear.” I swiveled my hips, trying to force myself over the thick black barrier, “I want it in me, please sir!”
He released his hold on my thigh to press his wide hand against my bladder again, warning me off pushing too quickly, “Slowly, Principito. We want you to last. I don’t want my toy to hurt himself before I’m finished playing with him.”
Bear returned his mouth to my cock and his hand to my thigh, holding me fast against his face. I had no choice but to lay there underneath him, staring at the stars and white gauzy canopy above me. I caressed my nipples, feeling them harden in response to my attention. I loved the way I felt. My body was washed with so many good feelings. For my Bear. For myself. For the world. All was good as Bear pushed me over the ledge again and I fell into an increasingly wetter orgasm. I could feel my squirt dripping between my cheeks, moistening my ass and spilling onto the sheets. The liquid soaked into the sheets and spread across my ass, giving me a new chill. I kept bucking my hips against his face and the werewolf cock, totally at his mercy. The sound of my moans nearly masked his adoration from between my legs. His “Good boy,” nearly got lost in my ecstasy. My thighs tightened around his head and I hooked my feet together, holding him close to ride the waves of pleasure he happily provided.
I could feet the knot of my dildo spreading me, giving me tiny stings and pains as it spread me wide. Bear is very good about rocking it back and forth to coax my pussy into swallowing the fist-sized bulb. I squirmed and tried to pull away but he held me still and promised a punishment if I didn’t listen.
“Remember how much it hurts when I force this inside you without a warm up?” He lifted his head to threaten me and punctuated the end of his sentence with a powerful shove of the knot. I let out a yelp from the pinching micro tears in the walls of my soft vaginal opening, but I didn’t move further. I stayed still like a good boy and let my Big work. Osito sucked and licked my clitorus, swapping back and forth. I was lost in a bliss of powerful suction interspersed with soft, deliberately slow laps of his tongue, all multiplied by quickly increasing pain. Bear’s treatment kept me just this side of overflowing, effectively denying my next orgasm. I whined and whimpered, refusing to beg for what I wanted. Instead, I tried desperately to widen my hips past their capacity to invite the missing ingredient into my sopping mess of a cunt. I could feel my Bear chuckle against my muff when he felt my frustrated grunts accompanying my thrusts toward his hand. I’m sure he was holding back to tease me! He came up for breath again, letting his laugh turn into bullying.
“You’re such a little slut for this big doggy cock.”
I nodded vigorously, unable to speak in my hypersensitive fog.
“Do you want me to help this big boy breed your little hole?”
Another vigorous nod peppered with excited yips was all my mushy brain could muster.
“You know what you need to do, Little Prince.” His voice deepened to a husky growl.
He didn’t return his lips to my cock and I felt the cold air like ice picks through my skin. My breath caught in my throat, cutting off my growls of frustration.
A few slow licks with his wide tongue on the inside of my thigh broke my resolve. I gave in, begging like I knew he wanted me to, “Please, Papa Oso! I’m just a little fox slut and I need to be knotted!” My hips matched my begging with deep downward thrusts.
Satisfied with my submission, Bear increased the depth of his thrust, pushing the knot further past my inner lips. Each thrust spread me wider than I had been before and forced squeaks and screams out of my throat. By the time the bulbous toy popped into me, tears streamed down my face and squirt soaked the bed under me. Waves of orgasms crashed over my body with the small thrusts that followed my knotting. The pointed tip of the dildo stabbed my already sensitive cervix. Overall, I felt like I might be ripped in half. I felt glorious. I left like the most pathetic, helpless toy in my Bear’s strong arms.
I’m sure it was only minutes, but it felt like hours that he rammed me with that black, knotted dildo. I squirmed and writhed under him as he used my shoulders to rock me against him and that cock. With each orgasm, my stomach clenched harder. My abs still hurt when I bend over or laugh too hard. The small shots of pain throughout my workday are such beautiful reminders of my real passion. Beautiful reminders of him as he leaned over my body. His wide frame blocking the twinkling lights and creating a halo around his warm body. Soft skin over strong muscles enveloped me, keeping me safe as he ravished my body. All I could smell was the musk of his sweat over the smell of his body wash and laundry detergent. I stretched and strained to bite at the soft skin of his neck but he easily held me down, laughing at my feeble attempts to devour him.
I continued nipping at him, regardless of my futility, even when he stretched both of my arms above my head to hold me there. He shoved the corresponding knee into my crotch and I yelped at the resulting pain deep in my belly. In my silliness, I didn’t see him preparing to take my ass until he was already there. While I was still mid-bite, he pushed the tip of his lubricated cock straight through my sphincter and deep into my asshole. He has trained me to take him well. His hips pressed against the base of the dildo, forcing the knot even deeper into me. He stifled my scream by shoving two fingers past my teeth and down my throat. All I could see was fiery passion lighting up his dark brown eyes. He growled at me but my rattled brain couldn’t make sense of his words. My eyes rolled back in my head as visions of rippling wolf-men filled my imagination. They helped Bear violate my holes and filled me with icky sticky fluids. I choked on his fingers. Drool dripped down my chin and soaked my scruffy goatee. Still with two fingers pressing firmly against my tongue, he grasped my jaw with his thumb and pulled me to look him in the eyes. I could see his burning attraction for me at that moment. He breathed, heavy and hot against me. Our slick bodies slid easily past one another as our arousals peaked. We were wet with sweat and squirt and cum. Two feral beings clawing at one another to satisfy our deepest hunger. He forced me to meet his eyes and stare into his soul as he dumped his load of bear cubs into my tightest hole. He called me a slut and a good boy in the same breath. He milked his cock with my little ring until he was satisfied he had filled me with every drop he could squeeze out. He was relentless. Even after he bred me, he continued to rock my now twitching body on his cock. He repeatedly reminded me that I am nothing more than his slut boy. I am a toy to be used for his pleasure. I’ll serve him how and when and for as long as he says. He reminded me I will serve his friends if he decides that’s what will make him happy. When he did that, he popped the knot out of me and quickly shoved it back into place. The moment of relief on my muscles followed by an immediate return to that severe stretch forced another squirting, screaming orgasm from my tiny body. Every muscle in my body tensed and shuddered. Sweat seeped from my pores and tears poured from my eyes. I was in ecstasy.
When Bear finally unknotted me and slid his softening cock from my asshole, he put my water bottle to my lips and urged me to drink deeply. I did as I was told, my little tamagotchi happily jostling against the metal side. In reward, Bear took advantage of my distracted and hypersensitive state to vigorously jack off my swollen and pink boyclit. I tried to pull away from the straw lid, but Bear wouldn’t let me budge. The straw followed my lips. My eyes met his and I knew he was serious.
“Drink. Boy.” Were the only instructions that cut through his gritted teeth. I drank and he rubbed. I was already too sensitive. I had already cum too many times. Bear wanted more. Bear wanted more, so he would take it. I drank my water. He hooked two fingers into my hole and yanked against my body. He moved with an expertise only gained from many practice sessions playing with my body. His savage assault had me quickly squirting over his palm and onto my sheets. The praise he gave washed into my ears and made it that much easier to give my Big what he wanted.
When he was finished, Osito wiped us both down and pulled me into his arms. He pulled my blanket high up my shoulder, creating the make-shift cave that always offers me so much safety. He planted soft kisses on my forehead and face until my tears had dried and I was giggling against him. He coo-ed over how sweet and cute I’d been when I was folded up beneath him. He praised me for taking the big knot so well. When he had given me all my aftercare reassurances, he helped me waddle my sore butt to the bathroom for a real clean and a pee. I shuddered and leaned against him as the pleasure of finally urinating overtook my body and sent me into another orgasm. My Big caught me and let me hold his leg as mine shook on my porcelain bowl. My mind and body buzzed with the endorphins that flooded my brain. The world around me glittered and glowed. Bear’s paws rubbing my back felt like sunshine. Every nerve in my body was alight with peace and joy. My Bear put me in utter bliss.