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This morning I am enjoying a wet and messy Little Kings diaper. When I change, I am going to wear a Seni Quatro diaper with Big Tots cotton/lycra diaper pants under my casual pants for a busy day at work. -
By prunes_for_all · Posted
It will be interesting to see what personality you assign to the foster mom - infantilizing, strict, etc... I like that idea too. -
Although a usual morning for me in a wet and messy Little Kings diaper, the comfort and simple pleasure of going poopies in my diapies never gets old, soooo warm, lumpy, and squishy in my diaper caressing my perineum as I sit here feeling my potty compressed and getting squishier by the minute...and I just wet a little more feeling added warmth spread in my diaper adding another layer of squishiness. I am not changing right away and in fact will proceed with my morning run in my wet and messy diaper under jogging pants. Feeling potty jiggle inside my diaper with each stride is quite unique. By the time I finish, the technical term is that I will be "ripe" for a diaper change. Fortunately, I don't mind changing and cleaning up from my stinky diaper. I have the changing process down to a science that only takes me a few minutes to get clean and sweet smelling and ready for a fresh diaper to wear at work.
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Amber looked at her sister as she put on the puppet show Amber wonder what had gotten into her sister she used to love puppet shows when she was younger, now she just looked annoyed and frustrated maybe she was getting to the age where she was trying to be all grown up even though she was just six, it seemed like Valeria was starting to enjoy the show watching it intensely as she hugged her Pooh bear toy. -
Chapter 19 Tarkik’s train home was at ten in the morning, so he and Moon had plenty of time to enjoy the hotel’s breakfast before checking out. They brought his rollaboard with them to the restaurant so they could depart directly for the station, with a set of clean clothes in an outside pocket for easy access. The coffee had its familiar effect on Tarkik’s colon, and Moon offered to take him back to the room for a diaper change, but Tarkik declined. He would be changed out of his diaper and back into his underwear at the station, after all, and it seemed like a waste of a clean diaper to change again before that. Of course Moon didn’t have another fox to change into that diaper, so in a sense it would be wasted one way or the other, but it was the principle of the thing. They stopped at the reception desk to check out and return the keys, which wasn’t strictly necessary since Tarkik’s corporate card was already on file, but he wanted the paper copy of his folio for the expense report. As he left the desk he noticed Moon had stayed behind to discuss something with the wolf bitch concierge. Perhaps some additional feedback? Maybe he was hitting on her. It would be difficult for him to get into a relationship with her since she had her vixen sitting next to her, but he supposed the odds weren’t zero. She went to the back room and returned quickly with something which Moon put in his diaper bag, so it seemed that wasn’t it. Maybe a brochure? A job application form? If there was something a hotel could use a single wolf for, it might not pay as well as a job in software, but it would surely be more reliable income than the casual labor Moon had been doing. Whatever it was, Tarkik wished him the best. Moon caught up to him and they continued to the subway station. On the subway en route to the train terminal, Tarkik realized this was the longest he had been wearing a soiled diaper for. Every previous time, including in the queue at Canine Wonderland, Moon had changed him promptly, and for that matter he had offered to this time as well. It didn’t feel good by any stretch of the imagination, but it was tolerable. It didn’t mean he would keep doing it once he got back to Arctica, of course—what would Atuat think of that?—but for all his concerns that first night, it had turned out to be fine. It had been a productive trip. He was glad he came. There was briefly one wolf and fox ahead of them in the line to use the changing tables at the train station—passengers this time, not border agents. One wolf had just finished diapering his fox and lowered him to the ground, vacating the changing table. As the wolf in front of Tarkik in the queue lifted his fox onto the empty table and started his diaper change, the wolf who had just finished helped his fox put on some clothing, which was clearly unfamiliar to the latter. Of course there wasn’t a market for clothes for foxes other than necessary work wear, so the outfit was really meant for a wolf toddler, complete with snaps on the crotch of the trousers. Tarkik was sure he had seen Wolfixian visitors to Arctica before, but he hadn’t thought about them being in wolf and fox pairs, and he certainly hadn’t noticed that the foxes were wearing diapers under their clothes. He would probably be able to notice now, but he decided he wouldn’t try to. It was none of his business. On the other changing table, the wolf freed his penis from the fly of his trousers and started plowing his fox’s ass. That also wasn’t Tarkik’s business, so he turned to face Moon. “Last chance,” Moon said with a smirk, which changed to embarrassment. “Sorry,” he added. And suddenly Tarkik was filled with a sense of cosmic injustice. Moon had said that there was no earthly crime a wolf could commit for which the punishment was the death of their fox, but that was what fate had done, and it wasn’t fair. The universe owed Moon a fox! And in the shorter term, it owed him an orgasm. One of those Tarkik couldn’t provide, but the other he could. He reminded himself of what he had decided when he was going to supervise Moon having sex with Petunia: it wasn’t cheating on Atuat if he didn’t enjoy it, and had no intention or expectation of enjoying it. He had seen enough foxes ejaculate on their stomachs during their bottom-cummings to know that wasn’t a faithful option, but he had been married to Atuat for long enough to know another one. He gently pulled down the zipper of Moon’s trousers, looking up into his eyes for any sign of disapproval or sadness. There was only a bit of surprise. Through the zipper hole, Tarkik tugged the front elastic of Moon’s boxers down until they rested under his testicles. He looked up again questioningly, and the surprise on Moon’s face turned to a nod of approval. Tarkik took Moon’s length into his mouth. He tried to remember things Atuat had done when giving him a blowjob, but not in too much detail since he didn’t want to give himself an erection. He quickly settled on using a lot of tongue and being very careful with his teeth, although given the relative sizes of Moon’s penis and Tarkik’s snout, there was only so much he could do to keep them apart. He introduced some variety, pulling back to focus only on the glans, then taking the full length again. The retractions gave him a chance to look up at Moon’s face to make sure he was still okay and not suffering a repeat of his sex with Petunia. He seemed to be fine, his breaths deep and his eyes staring off into space. At some point the wolf finished dressing his fox and they walked past Moon and Tarkik. Did they think Tarkik was strange for taking Moon’s penis in his mouth instead of his anus? From the sound of things oral sex was common between vixens and bitches. For all they knew, Tarkik had piles. After a few minutes, he didn’t know exactly how many, Tarkik felt the knot at the base of Moon’s cock swell, and at the same time a tap on one of his ears, a courtesy signal he had also known to give Atuat, though he didn’t remember where he had learned it from. He buried Moon’s cock deep in his muzzle and continued the undulations of his tongue, and a moment later felt the spurting of Moon’s semen at the back of his mouth. He continued running his tongue along Moon’s length until he was sure he had finished, then withdrew and swallowed, mostly successful at not tasting it. Of course mostly successful meant partially unsuccessful, and what he did taste he didn’t care for one bit. He did not have an erection, and he had not had one at any point. As intended, he had not enjoyed it, and therefore in his heart, he knew that he had been faithful to Atuat. He would have to remember to be very appreciative of any of her future offers of a blowjob. He would not tell her why he was so appreciative. In the time it had taken Tarkik to suck Moon off, the wolf fucking his fox on the changing table had finished, put a new diaper on the fox, and vacated the changing table, and there was now a short queue behind Moon, but nobody had made any effort to cut. Moon tucked himself back into his trousers, then lifted Tarkik up and placed him on the table. He opened Tarkik’s diaper and set to work cleaning up the mess. Tarkik had never felt that Moon had skimped on cleaning him, even if, because he was going to be changed into another diaper, it wasn’t critical that he be spotless, but this time Moon was even more fastidious. He spent several minutes wiping, even after Tarkik was sure he had to be clean, before he lifted Tarkik off the diaper, rolled it up, and disposed of it in the washroom’s compost bin. Moon then lifted Tarkik by the armpits and placed him on the floor completely naked, and Tarkik expected him to reach into the outer pocket of his rollaboard for the underwear they had prepared. Instead he reached into his diaper bag and pulled out a pair of absorbent nighttime underwear, the same kind Yura had worn to bed a few years earlier, though obviously a bit larger. “The concierge at the hotel have them in case there is a wolf bedwetter staying there,” Moon said. “I figured after two weeks of not holding it, maybe you’d want some insurance in case you forgot. Plus, you’re allowed to wear clothes on the train, but you are technically supposed to wear diapers the entire time you’re in the country.” Tarkik didn’t need that much convincing. Moon held open the leg elastics of the pull-up diaper, and Tarkik stepped into it, then threaded his tail through the vent at the rear. He put the rest of his clothes on without so much assistance. There was a brief queue for customs, at the end of which Moon gave the agent the expiring temporary ID card to dispose of and Tarkik got the exit stamp in his passport. They looked at each other from opposite sides of the line at the desk that separated being technically in the country from outside it. “It might not be as straightforward as it will be for Arturo,” Tarkik said, “but you could probably emigrate to Arctica on compassionate grounds considering your situation. I’d give you a character reference if you need one. You could continue your studies if you want. You’d be a whole person again.” “Legally I’d be a whole person,” Moon replied, “but there’d still be a fox shaped hole in my heart. Plus, things are tense with my family, but they are still here.” Tarkik nodded. He had suspected Moon would reject the suggestion, but he felt he had to give it. He stepped over the line and gave Moon as tight a hug around the waist as he could, given his size. “I’m glad you chose to go on.” Moon patted him on the shoulder. “Me too,” he said. Tarkik released the embrace and stepped back. He and Moon looked into each other’s eyes, not the look he had seen in wolves and foxes during diaper changes, but one between friends who aren’t sure if or when they’ll ever see each other again. Tarkik held Moon’s gaze as long as he could before he got embarrassed about holding up the line, then turned, walked out onto the platform, and took his seat on the train.
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