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By astrodiaper · Posted
I'm actually in the southeastern part of Wyoming, but have been to Fort Collins and Greeley more than a few times. Aromantic and asexual as well. -
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By astrodiaper · Posted
Grocery run, so a frozen pizza, though this plan is subject to change without any notice and/or permissions. -
Chapter 14 Tarkik didn’t wet himself on any of the other roller coasters for the rest of the day, nor on the pawful of flat rides they went on when they passed one with no queue, but that may have been because he trickled his urine into his diaper the moment he felt any accumulating in his bladder. That did mean he got on one ride close to overflowing, but he didn’t leak; at one point he heard another guest apologize to the ride attendant for doing so, and the attendant was thankful for the notification, but unconcerned—she mopped up the spill with some paper towels, only delaying the start of the next ride by a few seconds. Of course such a thing was an expected event in Wolfoxia. During his wet diaper change in the public restroom, it even seemed to him like less bottom-cumming was taking place on the changing tables around him. From his foreign viewpoint, his first thought was that it was because this was a family-friendly environment, but an overheard comment changed his mind—more likely it was because the other guests can have sex at home, but they can only go on roller coasters while the park is open. His mental review of the park’s attractions agreed—not only was it good enough to be an amusement park in a country where everyone has sex four times a day, it was good enough to make them have less sex to fit in more rides. Even at an amusement park, they had to eat, so he charged his and Moon’s meals to his expense account. The food may not have been as classy as what they served in the office or at the hotel restaurant, but deep-friend Meatfruit fritters were tasty and convenient to carry on their way to the next ride. When the hottest part of the day arrived, Moon suggested they take advantage of the water park area. The indoor mall amusement park in Arctica had a small water park, with very large dryers in the change rooms to ensure your fur didn’t freeze when you went outside, and Tarkik had enjoyed it, but there was a pretty obvious question about how that would work here. It was answered as they entered the changeroom, as park employees distributed a swim diaper to each wolf who entered, to use on their fox. Tarkik’s non-swim diaper was only a little wet, so Moon folded it up and returned it to his diaper bag rather than throwing it away before helping Tarkik to the ground, then pulling the swim diaper up his legs like underwear. After just a week, Tarkik felt it was quite unusual to wear something without tapes, though again, all around him were foxes being changed into or out of swim diapers, so he didn’t feel embarrassed to be in the same situation. With Tarkik ready, Moon reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a swim brief for himself. “I wasn’t sure if the hotel had a pool, or whether we’d want to use it,” he said as he stripped and pulled the swimsuit up his legs, then threaded his tail through the vent at the back. There was a bank of lockers which you didn’t have to pay for; you just scanned your park ticket at a central location and it told you which one to use. Moon put the diaper bag and his clothes inside and locked it shut, then slid his paw into the wrist coil attached to the key. The park didn’t have any body slides, which made sense since a swim diaper might not survive one, or be able to serve its purpose, but it did have tube slides, using double tubes where of course the fox rode on the front. It also had a wave pool, a relaxing river circuit, and a more vigorous river circuit with water cannons and rapids where even the wolves had to wear a life jacket. Of course with the weather so warm everything was crowded, so they only went on one of the slides, but the wetness from the wave pool and rivers kept them cool by evaporating while they waited in line. Tarkik was thankful he didn’t need to test the containment ability of the swim diaper; from the feel of it, it didn’t have any absorbency, nor was it meant to, so as much as the water smelled particularly chlorinated, he avoided wetting himself for a while as well. When they were done with the water area, Moon re-dressed himself in his clothes and Tarkik in the tape-on diaper he had been wearing earlier, and they continued riding dry rides for hours. After dinner, about half an hour into a two hour queue for a roller coaster, Tarkik felt a gurgle in his stomach, with a measure of urgency perhaps caused by the fried food they had eaten that day. At an amusement park anywhere else, he would be faced with a difficult decision: leave the queue and lose the half-hour waited, and possibly more if the line behind them were longer than when they had joined, or try to hold it for ninety more minutes, which by the feel of it would be difficult and uncomfortable. But he was in Wolfoxia, where the third option was so obvious he didn’t even need to compare it against the other two: he crouched down, hanging from Moon’s paw to support his weight, and pushed the sloppy mess noisily into the seat of his diaper. As he stood upright again, he spared a moment to feel sorry for everyone around him, before remembering that nobody else had ever seemed sorry—it was natural to them, and maybe it wasn’t natural to him yet, and hopefully wouldn’t ever be, but he had at least gotten enough used to it that he wasn’t ashamed. As they continued through the line, the juicy load in his diaper started to feel uncomfortable, and he became slightly worried that the upward and downward acceleration of the ride would force a leak, not to mention be particularly uncomfortable. At the one hour left mark, there was a cutout in the fence of the queue to a small clearing with a little hut bearing the familiar emblems for a washroom and diaper change station, outside which stood a wolf-and-fox employee, wearing the respective uniforms of the park and holding a set of matching orange paddles. “I’d like a diaper change, please,” Tarkik said to Moon, thinking it convenient that they would only move back in the line by the time it took for Moon to change his diaper. Instead Moon signalled to the attendants, and the wolf nodded, raised his paddle in the air, and took Tarkik and Moon’s place in the line. Moon gently led Tarkik toward and into the hut, past the fox employee. In the hut was a permanent changing table, a toilet with no barrier around it, and a sink. Moon lifted Tarkik by the armpits and placed him gently on his back on the changing table, then left him alone for a moment. Tarkik could tell by the sound that he was using the toilet, and was grateful to have a view of the ceiling instead of Moon doing his business. Once Moon had finished and flushed, he returned to the changing table and cleaned up Tarkik, which took several minutes of wiping. After disposing of the used diaper in the nearby diaper pail (which Tarkik had learned by this point would be used for compost to fertilise the next generation of trees which would be pulped into the absorbent material for diapers, making the process more or less sustainable), Moon taped a clean diaper onto Tarkik, lifted him off the changing table, and washed his paws before leading him outside. The fox attendant sprang into action as they came out the door, holding the paddle over his head and marching in front of them, leading them down the side of the queue past the other guests until they reached the wolf, still holding his own paddle over his head. Moon and Tarkik reclaimed their place in the queue, and the wolf and fox park employees lowered their paddles and walked together back down the side of the queue toward the washroom and changing station. All in all, Tarkik and Moon had been able to get a diaper change and washroom break respectively while waiting in line without even losing their place. Tarkik thought that was a really considerate thing for the park to do, though he had to remind himself that he had been here a week, and Wolfoxia had been doing this for decades, so of course they would figure out what they needed to do to make their society work for its members. Moon and Tarkik stayed at the park until it closed, saving one of the older wooden roller coasters that had been Sun’s favorite for last because the way it was lit up after dark made it more fun than riding in the daytime. As they walked together toward the park entrance, Tarkik did the thing he had told Atuat he would do and reviewed it mentally it from the perspective of returning as a family. He was sure the girls would love it, if they were hares or lynxes. But as foxes? Yura had been really sensitive about wetting the bed, even though he and Atuat had assured her it was a minor, temporary disability and not a moral failing. She had not been fooled by the package saying “absorbant nighttime underwear”. And Tatik had been under strict orders not to tease her littermate about it, but you never know what happens behind closed doors. It would be a tough sell for both of them, he was sure. He wished now that he had made a federal case out of this for their sake; he resolved to call the Wolfoxian embassy in Arctica when he got home to find out if they would be allowed to make different arrangements if they planned ahead. His train of thought was broken as Moon tugged him to a stop, then started slapping and reaching into all the pockets of his shorts, before unzipping and peering into each compartment of the diaper bag in turn. “What’s wrong?” Tarkik asked. “I don’t have my keys,” Moon said, panicked. Tarkik had assumed they’d be going back to the hotel tonight, rather than Moon’s apartment, so they didn’t immediately need his keys, and if he needed a locksmith, Tarkik would chip in for it. Then, with a surge of despair, he remembered: Moon’s keychain was made from Sun’s cremains. If he had lost his keys, then he had lost Sun. Again.
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