2011

I know it has been about four and a half years since this story has last had an update but I am hoping that it may get continued at some point

My wife and I were out of town from Wednesday to yesterday (Saturday) evening which made me realize how much I dislike going potty in the toilet, and missed the convenience of diapers in general. Now that we are home and it is Sunday morning, my Little Kings diaper is very wet and now messy. "Diaper Order" has been restored, sooo nice to be sitting here with a warm poopie in my diaper...

Chapter 11 “In my country, a single doe’s fertility belongs to the community,” Petunia explained as they walked toward the hotel. “A married doe’s fertility belongs to her husband.” “That’s awful,” Moon said, and while Tarkik agreed, he thought that disapproval was a bit rich considering Moon had chided him for not respecting Wolfoxia’s customs, although it had at least recently fixed its own consent problem. “It’s not as bad as it was,” Petunia continued. “My grandmother told me in her day they’d annul your marriage if you didn’t pop out enough food litters.” “You don’t have those now though, right?” Tarkik asked. “You can still declare a litter as food. They’ll electrobotomize them at birth, and you just have to nurse them until they’re weaned, then drop them off and they take care of the rest.” “They still eat rabbit in Arborea?” Tarkik asked. “They don’t here or in Arctica?” “Fish and Meatfruit,” Moon said. “Same,” Tarkik said. “We have to import the Meatfruit because it’s too cold to grow it.” “Developing Meatfruit definitely helped, but we only have enough to export to you because some of our predators still prefer warm flesh.” Tarkik suddenly felt complicit in a system that disgusted him. “Anyways, that’s why every doe tries to get married before she turns eighteen, so there’s no window for someone to claim your fertility for the community. Not that the bucks care about the community, they just want to nut, but that’s their excuse. And it wasn’t going well for me, and then the day before my birthday someone from one of my classes proposed to me. I don’t think we’d ever talked. But he gave me a simple ring,” she held out her paw with an unadorned steel wedding band, “and we went to city hall after class to make it official.” “So why do you want to cheat on him?” Tarkik asked. “My husband prefers the company of bucks,” she said. “We have a deal. I work, he doesn’t. He gets to have sex with any guy he wants to, and the ring he gave me means I don’t have to have sex with any guy I don’t want to. It may not be the best deal, but it’s better than no deal. But it means I’m a thirty year old virgin, which is insane for a rabbit. I’m so frustrated I use an internal vibrator all the time, which doesn’t even help that much, and I can’t have sex with anyone of any species in Arborea because they do still get on your case if they find out your marriage is a sham. Like, divorce is not optional. I figured this trip was my chance to get laid without news making it back home.” They were arriving at the hotel. “Now I wasn’t expecting all the foxes to be wearing diapers, but I could have gotten past that, except the foxes here don’t need to have sex with me because they just have sex with their wolf, and everyone else at the summit is taller than us. So what do you think?” Tarkik had a worrying realization. “I’m married, and mine isn’t a sham,” he said. “But you’re not wearing a ring! Why didn’t you say so sooner?” “Rings aren’t common in Arctica because of the cold,” Tarkik said. “And I thought maybe you meant Moon.” Moon apparently didn’t think she meant Moon, because he suddenly snapped to attention. “Gods, he is a lot bigger than me. I already thought a fox would be a stretch. But I do have lube for the vibrator, and we can always stop if it doesn’t fit. Moon, what do you think? Would you like to try having sex with me?” Moon’s face said he wasn’t sure, but Petunia’s expression was pleading and Tarkik’s was encouraging. “Sure, I guess,” he said.   Since Petunia’s room was sized more comfortably for a rabbit, she followed Tarkik and Moon to theirs. On arrival, she stared at the extra furniture in the room as she put her laptop bag by the door. “Okay, I get the changing table,” she said, “but why is there a crib in here?” “Idunno, foxes sleep in cribs,” Moon said. She didn’t seem satisfied by that. “It’s the right size for a fox, and the mattress is covered in plastic in case their diaper leaks.” “You can get plastic covers for regular mattresses,” Tarkik pointed out. “Wouldn’t wolves who wet the bed need those?” “Wolves small enough to wet the bed probably haven’t moved out of the crib yet,” Moon asserted. “You know what, never mind,” Petunia said, reaching down to the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head, revealing vinyl underwear with double elastic around the legs, waist, and tail. The pink battery pack for her vibrator was clipped to the front waistband. “I didn’t know rabbits wore diapers too,” Moon said. “What are you talking about?” Petunia asked as she dumped her dress on the floor. “These are underwear.” She started toward the washroom. “Let me just dump the turds out in the toilet,” she said. Moon stared at Tarkik, unsure why she had contradicted him. “They poop a lot of times a day, but they’re dry, and they don’t wet them, so they’re not really diapers,” Tarkik explained quietly. It was the kind of thing you learn in elementary school the first time you have a rabbit or hare in your gym class, but Wolfoxia was overwhelmingly populated by just the two canine species, so apparently Moon never had. The toilet flushed, and Petunia returned from the washroom, grabbing a small plastic bottle from her laptop bag on the way to the bed. “Okay, pants off, let’s see what we’re cramming inside me,” she said. “Tarkik, would you mind giving us some privacy?” “I don’t think I can,” Tarkik said. Petunia was unconvinced. “I’m not going to use the toilet, but you can see how they’d be suspicious of a fox being in there without their wolf to make sure, right?” “There isn’t really such a thing as privacy between a wolf and their fox,” Moon added. “You’re married, though.” Petunia asked. “I’m not doing anything,” Tarkik said. “I could look away. Or, would it be helpful to both of you if I made sure everything that happened was what you consented to?” “Even if I was from a country that thought my consent mattered,” Petunia said, “I don’t think a consent witness is something anyone has worried about. And are you really independent if your wolf is one of the participants?” “He won’t be my wolf in two weeks,” Tarkik replied.  Petunia looked at Moon, who didn’t seem upset by this suggestion, which she took some reassurance in. “Okay. Moon, let’s get you lubed up.” Tarkik pulled himself onto the bed and sat on the corner while Moon pulled down his trousers and boxers, presenting his penis to Petunia. “Yes, we are going to need this,” she said, squirting a dollop of lube from the bottle into her paw, then applying it to Moon’s penis thoroughly, but carefully, not wanting to end things before they began. She then pulled her underwear down to her thighs, pulled the vibrator bulb out of herself by its power cord, and dropped it in the crotch of the underwear. She inserted her still-lubed fingers into herself a few times, then pulled her underwear the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. She turned toward the bed, then realized she would get the lube from her paw on the bedspread. Moon went to the changing table for a wet wipe, then returned to the bed and used it to clean the lube off Petunia’s paw as best he could. She pulled herself onto the bed, laying face down with her hindquarters hanging off the end. “Can you face up?” Moon asked. “Like, toward me?” “My sensitive spot is on the front, and yours is on the underside,” Petunia said, “so this way aligns our incentives.” Moon took a deep breath, then aimed the tip of his penis at the entrance to her vagina with his paw. “You’ve only ever had anal sex, right?” Petunia asked suddenly, and he stopped what he was doing. “Yes,” he replied. “Just remember you’re not doing that now,” she said. “I know,” Moon replied. He touched the tip of his penis to her sex, then realized he no longer knew what to do with his paws and decided to place them on the edge of the bed. He took another breath, then pushed gently into her. Tarkik didn’t actually worry that Moon would do anything to harm Petunia intentionally. His main concern was that he would harm her unintentionally, and having someone to tell him that was happening so he could stop immediately would be a service to both of them. He assured himself that as long as he didn’t enjoy himself, he wasn’t cheating on his wife, and he was pleased to find that he did not get aroused inside his diaper at the sight of Moon filling Petunia gradually with his maleness. “Ooh! I think that’s as deep as you can go,” Petunia said. Moon had barely inserted himself past his glans, but as requested, he reversed course, slowly pulling himself out until there was hardly any of himself left in her, then gradually pushing back in. Tarkik wondered whether a rabbit’s vagina or a fox’s colon was more fragile, then wondered whether he should wonder that. Whichever it was, Moon seemed to be using his experience in the latter to motivate his sex with the former. His thrusts were precise and methodical, and Tarkik observed Petunia’s face closely for signs of pain. She did close her eyes and clench her fingers briefly, but she quickly relaxed them. Tarkik turned his attention to the business end. There was no blood on Moon’s penis, and he didn’t see any sign of prolapse, so other than any long-term stretching, it seemed Moon wasn’t doing any harm, which Tarkik was glad for, because Moon clearly hadn’t had any sex since Sun died, and getting a chance to have it with a willing partner for the first time in years must be making him happy. So sure was Tarkik of that that his attention was directed only on Petunia, until by chance he glanced up and saw something he should have noticed sooner. “Moon, are you crying?” he asked.

Chapter 3: The house remained quiet except for the occasional soft creak of floorboards and the distant hum of the dishwasher as Bill moved carefully from room to room gathering the last of their things. Afternoon sunlight stretched across the living room floor, warming the edge of the playpen where Chris still slept peacefully.   Bill paused every few minutes to glance over at him.   Chris hadn’t moved much. He remained curled up on his side with his pacifier resting between his lips and Patches tucked tightly beneath one arm. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath the dinosaur shirt stretched under his shortalls.   Bill smiled softly.   He looked so small.   So trusting.   And somehow Bill still couldn’t fully believe they were actually doing this.   For months the trip had only existed as notes scribbled onto maps late at night after Chris had gone to sleep. It had been daydreams and “what ifs.” Something distant and almost impossible.   But now the suitcases sitting by the front door made it real.   Bill walked into Chris’s room carrying a small stack of folded clothes and opened the baby-blue suitcase laid across the bed. Outfits had already been packed with surprising precision — pajamas, socks, extra shortalls, hoodies for chilly mornings, swim trunks, backup pacifiers, favorite blankets.   He carefully added another stack before zipping one side shut.   Next came the diaper supplies.   Bill knelt beside the large diaper bag resting near the dresser and double checked everything for what felt like the tenth time.   Diapers? Enough wipes? Rash cream? Travel changing pads? Extra bottles? Formula containers? Medicine? Pajamas? Emergency snacks?   All there.   Still, he checked again anyway.   Because that’s what dads did.   Especially dads trying very hard not to screw up a three-thousand-mile road trip with a little boy depending entirely on them.   Bill exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of his neck.   “You’re overthinking,” he muttered quietly to himself.   But even as he said it, he grabbed another sleeve of wipes just in case.   Soon the hallway filled with bags.   Chris’s diaper bag. His  rolling suitcase covered in cartoon dogs. A tote bag filled entirely with toys and coloring books. A small container labeled Patches Supplies that held extra stuffed-animal clothes Chris insisted were necessary.   Bill actually laughed when he picked that one up.   “Your dog has more luggage than I do, buddy.”   One by one he carried everything outside and packed the SUV carefully like a puzzle. Blankets and pillows in the backseat. Snack bag within reach. Emergency roadside kit. Cooler. Extra water bottles.   Bill stepped back after shutting the trunk and admired the packed vehicle for a moment.   This was really happening.   The realization hit him squarely in the chest again.   A cross-country road trip.   Just him and Chris.   Part of him still worried endlessly. Long drives. Strange hotels. Keeping Chris entertained. Making sure he stayed safe and comfortable.   But another part of him — the bigger part — felt something close to excitement he hadn’t experienced in years.   Maybe this trip wasn’t just for Chris.   Maybe Bill needed it too.   He headed back inside and pulled the folded checklist from his pocket, scanning every line carefully.   Maps. Chargers. Wallet. Reservations. Favorite stuffed animal.   Bill froze immediately.   “Oh no.”   He turned quickly toward the playpen.   Chris still slept soundly… with Patches locked firmly in his arms.   Bill laughed under his breath.   “Right. Crisis avoided.”   A little while later Chris began stirring softly in his sleep, small sleepy noises coming through the pacifier as his legs shifted beneath the blanket. Bill walked over immediately and crouched beside the playpen.   “Hey there,” he whispered gently.   Chris blinked awake slowly, clearly disoriented for a second before spotting Bill.   “Daddy…”   “Yeah, buddy.” Bill smiled warmly. “Nap was good?”   Chris nodded weakly before yawning hard.   Bill reached down and lifted him carefully into his arms. The second he did, he felt the familiar puffiness around Chris’s diaper beneath the shortalls.   Bill chuckled knowingly.   “Looks like somebody needs a pit stop before the road trip starts.”   Chris groaned sleepily and rested his head against Bill’s shoulder.   A few minutes later Bill laid him on the changing table again while Chris clutched Patches lazily against his chest.   “Are we going now?” Chris asked through a yawn.   “We are,” Bill answered while undoing the shortall straps. “First stop’s Washington D.C.”   Chris’s eyes widened slightly.   “Today?”   “Today.”   Chris seemed to fully wake up at that.   Bill changed him gently into a fresh diaper and adjusted his clothes afterward, smoothing down the front of the little dinosaur shirt before clipping Chris’s pacifier securely to the front of his shortalls.   “There,” Bill said softly. “Road-trip ready.”   Chris held his arms up immediately.   Bill smiled and picked him up.   The moment they stepped outside, Chris noticed the packed SUV and stared quietly.   “All our stuff?”   “Yep.”   Chris looked impressed.   Bill opened the back door and carefully buckled him into his car seat, tightening the straps snugly before handing over Patches. Chris hugged the stuffed puppy instantly.   “Can Patches see the ocean too?” he asked seriously.   Bill’s heart melted.   “Absolutely. Front row seat.”   Chris smiled sleepily around his pacifier.   Bill reached beside the diaper bag and grabbed the freshly prepared bottle he’d made before waking Chris. He set it carefully into the cupholder within easy reach.   “In case you get hungry,” he explained.   Chris nodded.   Bill paused for a moment before shutting the car door.   He looked at Chris sitting there — sneakers dangling above the seat, pacifier clipped to his chest, stuffed puppy tucked tightly in his lap, completely trusting Bill to take him across the country.   The weight of that trust hit hard.   Bill swallowed against the emotion rising unexpectedly in his throat.   I’m gonna make this unforgettable for you, buddy.   He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Soft music filled the car while sunlight glinted across the windshield.   Chris kicked his feet slightly.   “Are we adventuring now?”   Bill smiled as he backed out of the driveway.   “Yeah,” he said softly. “We are.”   And just like that, the journey began.     Chapter 4: The highway stretched endlessly ahead of them, glowing silver beneath the afternoon sun while trees and roadside signs blurred past the windows. Inside the SUV, the atmosphere felt cozy despite the long drive. Soft music played quietly through the speakers while the air conditioner hummed steadily against the summer warmth outside.   Chris sat comfortably in his car seat with Patches tucked against his chest and his pacifier bobbing slightly every time he spoke. His sneakers kicked lightly against the seat while he stared out the window in fascination at every passing truck, billboard, and gas station.   “Daddy?”   “Yeah, buddy?”   “How long until Washington D.C.?”   Bill smiled softly. It was at least the fifth time Chris had asked.   “A couple more hours.”   Chris considered this very seriously.   “That’s a lot.”   Bill laughed quietly. “Cross-country trips involve a lot of driving.”   Chris accepted this explanation after a moment and returned to watching the road.   Every so often Bill glanced back at him through the mirror. The sight made his chest warm every single time — Chris surrounded by blankets and toys, perfectly content just being there with him.   Bill hadn’t realized how much he needed this already.   No work stress. No routines pulling them in different directions. Just the open road and time together.   Eventually the fuel light blinked on, and Bill eased off the highway toward a large gas station plaza lined with fast food restaurants and travelers stretching their legs beside dusty cars. Hi   “We’re stopping?” Chris asked hopefully.   “We need gas,” Bill explained while parking. “And I think somebody might need a diaper check too.”   Chris made a tiny embarrassed noise around his pacifier.   Bill chuckled. “It’s okay, buddy.”   The warm air hit them immediately once outside. Cars rumbled past nearby pumps while the smell of gasoline and fried food lingered in the air. Bill lifted Chris from the car seat and rested him comfortably on his hip while carrying the diaper bag inside.   The family restroom was thankfully clean and quiet.   Bill laid the changing pad down across the station bench while Chris held onto Patches nearby.   “You doing okay?” Bill asked gently while unfastening the shortalls.   Chris nodded.   “Tired a little.”   “We’ll get to the hotel before bedtime.”   Chris relaxed while Bill changed him carefully into a fresh diaper. The routine had become second nature between them — calm, gentle, familiar.   After washing hands, they headed back outside where Bill finished pumping gas while Chris sat perched safely on the curb beside him kicking his feet.   “That truck is HUGE,” Chris announced as an eighteen-wheeler rolled past.   Bill looked over and smiled. “Wait until we hit Texas. You’ll see even bigger ones.”   Chris’s eyes widened instantly.   “Bigger?!”   Bill laughed.   Back on the road, the miles slipped by steadily.   A little later they stopped again at a roadside convenience store filled with snacks, road maps, candy displays, and coolers humming loudly against the walls. Chris wandered beside Bill holding tightly onto two of Bill’s fingers while looking around in awe.   “You can pick one snack,” Bill told him.   Chris immediately stared at the shelves like this was the most important decision of his life.   Eventually he settled on gummy bears and a chocolate milk while Bill grabbed chips, coffee, and bottled water for himself.   “Road trip food,” Bill explained while paying.   Chris nodded solemnly like he understood completely.   As the afternoon slowly drifted toward evening, traffic thickened and road signs for Washington D.C. began appearing more frequently.   Chris pressed his face lightly against the window.   “There’s so many cars.”   Bill smiled softly.   “Welcome to D.C.”   The skyline gradually rose ahead of them while monuments and government buildings appeared between busy streets. Even after seeing the city before, Bill still felt something stirring in his chest as they crossed into the capital.   The trip finally felt truly underway now.   Chris stared out wide-eyed at everything.   “Daddy…”   “Yeah?”   “It’s huge.”   Bill glanced at him through the mirror and smiled warmly.   “It is.”   Soon they passed glimpses of familiar landmarks in the fading evening light — marble monuments glowing gold, rows of museums, massive green stretches surrounding the National Mall.   Bill pointed ahead as they drove.   “Tomorrow we’re gonna explore all this.”   Chris looked amazed.   “That big pointy thing?” he asked, spotting the Washington Monument.   Bill chuckled. “Yep.”   “And museums?”   “Lots of museums.”   Chris hugged Patches tighter.   “Can we see dinosaurs?”   “We absolutely can,” Bill answered. “The Natural History Museum has giant ones.”   Chris gasped softly.   “And airplanes?” he added quickly.   “The Air and Space Museum too.”   Chris practically bounced in his seat.   Bill couldn’t stop smiling.   This right here — seeing Chris discover the world for the first time — was exactly why he planned this trip.   Not just to travel.   But to give Chris memories bigger than their everyday lives.   As they finally pulled toward their hotel for the night, the city lights reflected softly across the windshield while Chris fought sleep in the backseat, pacifier resting lazily between his lips.   Bill looked at him again through the mirror.   Tomorrow they’d walk the National Mall together. See rockets hanging from museum ceilings. Stand beneath dinosaur skeletons. Eat overpriced museum snacks. Take photos they’d probably laugh about years later.   And this was only the beginning.

I also use Tena.  I found Super Proskin to be pretty cheap and actually last a long time.  They are cloth.  Showing about $1.21 for 14. I tried ATN sometime before covid and kind of didn't like them.  Ahh, I see they were the cloth backed ones, look like plastic also available.