[Content warning: assault and pain. I’m putting this in the body of the text because I know that some sites don’t show the description before the content.]

“Stay in your room, okay? We’ll unload the van tomorrow.”

“Hon, why are you being so weird?” Lisa fidgeted with her engagement ring, looking up at Todd. “Ken was kind enough to give us a lift, and you were rude to him, telling him to leave like that.”

Todd rubbed his temples. “I don’t know! I think…”

“Was it your dream? You scared me, jumping awake like that.”

“Maybe. It’s foggy now, but yeah, I had a dream and it wasn’t good. I need to talk to… shit, I don’t even know who.”

“Talk to me.” Lisa reached out and squeezed Todd’s paw. “I’m here.”

“I know.” He squeezed hers back. “Be careful, okay? I think there’s something dangerous here.”

“Like the fire? What was it, Todd?” Her tone grew insistent as the fur on the back of her neck pricked from the memory.

Todd shook his head. “Not like that. Quieter. It’s been here a while. Look, when I dream, sometimes the details get mixed up. I don’t want to scare you for no reason; it might be nothing. I’m gonna… talk to Geraden. Yeah, Geraden.” The confusion in Todd’s eyes resolved into determination.

“Okay… apologize to Ken when you get a chance, though. He looked crushed.”

“Yeah, I will tomorrow. Just promise me you won’t talk to him tonight. Promise you’ll stay in your room.”

“Okay, I’ll stay in my room. It’s bedtime, anyway.” Todd leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. She returned the kiss, and again fought the temptation to have him spend the night with her. “Quit being such a weirdo tomorrow,” she said instead, and patted his rump.

“I will.”

The bedroom door thunked closed behind Todd, the smooth oak going flush with the old stone block walls. Lisa sighed and turned to her dresser, tugging her panties over her hips and sliding out of them. They’d felt strange and thin between her legs all night, and she had slightly wet herself once or twice during the move before realizing and clenching to stop the flow. She was glad it had dried before she’d ridden home in Todd’s lap.

She opened the top dresser drawer and took out a diaper, spreading it on the simple twin-size bed, trying to put Todd’s strange mood out of her mind. He was upset from his nightmare, but there had been none of the urgency she remembered in his voice from the night of the fire. Her eyes drifted to the panties on the floor, and she bent over, picking them up and holding them in front of her. 

They were off-white, and the yellow stain between the leg-holes was obvious. Even without an audience, the sight made her blush. She’d had to be so grown-up for the past week—longer, if she thought about it. Ever since Todd came back into her life. The stained panties were a reminder that she needed to let herself have a break from being big when she could.

Still holding the panties, she sat her rump on the thick white diaper. It rustled underneath her as the sharp, musky scent from the panties reached her nose. She twitched her whiskers, glanced at the door to make sure it was closed, held the panties up to her nose, and inhaled. The scent was thrilling and dirty, naughtier than wet urine trapped in a diaper. She’d never sniffed her own stained panties before, but she was sure she’d just found a new pleasure that she’d enjoy again and again. Part of her, still reeling from Todd’s rejection months ago, quailed in panic at that thought, but that part was much smaller now. She could ignore it more easily, now that she’d seen Todd wandering the warren halls in a wet diaper.

Lisa pressed the stained panties against her nose and sniffed again, laying her head back on the pillow and spreading her legs on the open diaper. The panties remained draped over her face as her paw drifted between her thighs. She opened her mouth and gasped as she touched her sex, the acrid scent becoming part taste, the air pulled through the dry-stained fabric. The aroma was her own, but it was dirty, like what she was doing with her pussy. What might Todd think, she wondered, if he walked in on her while she was doing this? What might he do?

He might punish her. This idea came with a wave of relief—she trusted him to take that role again. She slipped two fingers inside herself, whimpering as she imagined him asking if she had wet her big girl underwear. Maybe he would put her over his lap and spank her. Maybe he would tell her she couldn’t wear panties anymore—only diapers from now on. Maybe Ken would be with Todd when he found her.

Lisa gasped and pulled her fingers out of herself. Where had that notion come from? She’d discussed a three-way with Todd, but that had mostly been just to tease him. Ken was a cute Fox, though, and soon her paw drifted back to her pussy, her fingers slipping inside her already-slick folds as she pictured him. She squeaked and arched her body, the base of her tail brushing against her paw as it curled up between her legs. She imagined putting her lips around Ken’s cock, tasting his Foxy musk as Todd entered her from behind.

A moment later, she was cumming, squeaking and bruxing her teeth together as she bucked her hips and lashed her tail between her legs. She panted for a few moments, then wrinkled her nose as she remembered what was on her face. The scent had vanished into the background of her fantasy, but now it was strong and a little gross. She pulled the panties off of her muzzle, then gasped and sat up, feeling warm urine spreading under her bottom. It was fortunate she was still lying on the diaper; her bladder was releasing. 

Lisa blushed and spread her legs, tossing the panties onto the laundry pile next to the bed as she finished up in the diaper, pulling up the front. It was good for another wetting or two, and Lisa looked forward to the warmth of a wet diaper comforting her as she fell asleep. She taped it snugly and picked up her teddy bear from the end table. Warmth flowed through her arms and down her back as she hugged the bear against her chest, then reached up and flicked off the light. Todd was on edge because of his dream, but he was all right. Everything was going to be okay.

***

Lisa squeezed the warm bulk between her thighs as she rose back to consciousness. It was thicker and squishier than it had been last night—she must have wet in her sleep. She yawned and wondered if something had woken her. Had it been a sound?
The knock on her door repeated itself, and she jumped. “Come in!” She sat up in bed, stretching. “Sorry, I overslept. Are you off to your appointment?” she asked as the door opened.

“No,” Ken said, gliding into the room. “But I do need my van back.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought you were Todd.” Lisa picked up the sheet and covered her bare breasts with it. Stupid, she scolded herself. He’s seen you in the bath. She let it drop again and smiled. “Of course, I’ll unload the van. Todd’s gone to his appointments by now; do you mind helping me unload things?” Lisa slid the sheets off and stood up, spreading her legs because of the soaked diaper.

“No, I’ll help,” Ken said, padding over to the dresser. “And I’ll help you with that diaper, too. Let’s see… top drawer probably?” He opened it without waiting for a response.

“Oh, er… it’s fine, I can—” 

“Bingo!” He pulled a fresh diaper out and flapped it at the bed. “Lie down! I’ll take care of it.”
Lisa twisted her paws together in front of her chest as the thorny vines of panic climbed her back. She breathed in deeply through her nose. “It’s all right,” she said, trying to control the waver in her voice.

“Really, I don’t mind!”

Lisa let her breath out, forcing her ears upright. She remembered imagining Ken’s musk as she came last night, and now she could smell it in person. Idiot, just let him change you!

“Okay. Hand me those pills please.” She pointed at the bottle on the dresser.

Ken looked where she was pointing and took the bottle. He handed it over, but not before glancing at the label. “I’m sorry, love,” he said as Lisa tipped two pills into her paw and dry-swallowed them. “I’m being quite forward, aren’t I?”

Lisa shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Diapers fit better when someone else puts them on you.” She laid back on the bed.

“That’s what everyone tells me,” Ken said, unfolding the diaper. “I’ve not yet had the pleasure.”

Lisa frowned, spreading her legs. “We can fix that! I’ll help next time you need a change, or I’m sure Todd won’t mind doing it.”

Ken ripped off her tapes one by one, then pulled the front of her diaper down, exposing her wet fur to the open air. Lisa blushed and grabbed her bear, hiding half of her face behind it. She squeaked and hid the rest of her face as she sniffed the air—the musky scent of her arousal last night was sharp.

They were both quiet through the diaper change. Lisa relaxed as sweet powder covered her pissy scent and the fresh diaper crinkled between her legs. Ken took her paws and helped her up, then handed her a tee shirt from the dresser. “You won’t need more than that; we’re only going to the garage.” He patted her diaper bottom, making clouds of powder puff out from her leg gathers.

Lisa grinned, still blushing, and hugged the tall Fox around his chest. “Thanks, Ken. I’ll wear shoes, too—we’re gonna be moving heavy things.” She slipped into her sneakers. Wearing shoes but no bottoms reminded her that she was just a little diapermouse, and she wriggled her tail.

“Gerry said we could use the warren storage for our furniture,” Lisa said as Ken led her through the hallway. She knew that ken already knew that, but it seemed like something a big helper would say.

“Yes, he did. It’s right next to the garage, so it won’t be hard to carry everything.” Ken gave her a warm smile as he led her outside into the courtyard. The rear entrance of the garage was accessible from there, so Lisa didn’t have to walk past the front of the warren with her diaper showing. Ken held the door open as Lisa padded into the oil-smelling cement room.
He opened the back of the van. “Gosh,” Lisa said. “I forgot how much stuff we brought!” She peered in at the shadowy shapes of lamps, dressers, and even an old love seat.

“We’ll start with the smaller things.” He patted a stack of small cardboard boxes in which Lisa and Todd had packed magazines, records, and mementos. “Storage area’s right through here.” He opened a side door. The space beyond was large and echoing, lit only by the fluorescent glow coming in from the garage ceiling lamps. Cloth-covered shapes loomed around the edges of the room, abstract and solid, but there was plenty of space for their things.

“Okay!” Lisa clapped her paws together, hefting a box and carrying it into the cavernous storage area. “I guess I’ll put the smaller stuff back here!” she called from the far rear of the room. She dropped the box, then walked back toward the garage, moving her feet in tentative sweeping motions to make sure she didn’t stub her toe on a crate or a chair leg in the darkness.

“Good job! Leave space to the sides for the large stuff,” Ken said, carrying another box into the room.

Lisa smiled and wriggled her tail at the praise. She liked the crinkling of her exposed diaper as she moved back and forth from the van to the storage. “I’m gonna put this one in my room,” she said, setting a box to the side. “It’s my old plushies, and I don’t want them to be scared in the dark.”

“All right,” Ken said, chuckling. “We need to start moving the furniture, though. Can you lift one side of that dresser?”

Lisa examined the dresser and frowned. Part of her remembered that it was only fiberboard, and they had cleared out the contents last night—it should be light enough to lift easily. But it looked so huge! “I don’t know…”

“I’m sure a big girl like you can! You’re a good helper, right?”

“Yeah!”

Ken lifted one side of the dresser, and Lisa scrambled up into the van. She was near the front, but being inside the dark van with the looming furniture still made Lisa uneasy. She scooted around the dresser, lifting the other side and grunting. Her sneakers thudded on the garage floor as she hopped down, bringing the dresser with her, and carried it into the storage room. 

“Good job, Lisa! After you catch your breath, let’s pull out the love seat. It’s a bit heavier, but you can handle it!”

Lisa panted, leaning over and resting her paws on her knees. “Okay, just gimme a minute.”

“Up here! I’ll get the close end. You can squeeze back in there better.”

Lisa padded up to the van, her sneakers slapping on the concrete floor. She peered inside. The love seat reached much further back than the dresser, almost up to the driver’s seat. She could barely discern the dark shapes by the front seats—was that their grandfather clock off to the side? What if it fell on her? Could Ken squeeze in and help her?

“I don’t know. It’s really dark, Ken.”

“You’ll be fine! Just walk around the side and wiggle yourself behind the love seat.”

“Maybe we should wait for Todd.”

“Get in the van,” Ken growled.

Lisa folded her ears back. Something wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t right to leave Ken’s van full of her things. He needed his van, and he’d been nice enough to help them last night. Her heart pounded as she obeyed, climbing into the van. Cold adrenaline ran along her arms. “I need a second.” 

“Get behind the couch.”

“Cool your britches!” Lisa shocked herself with her retort, and the littlespace she’d been in vanished. Something was wrong—now that she was clear-headed, it lurked in Ken’s scent and voice like a snake in the grass.

“Is everything all right here?” Lisa’s ears perked; she recognized the voice of Arvetis.
Ken jumped and spun around as the garage door opened. “Shit! You scared me. Hold on a minute.”

“Arvy?” Lisa called, lifting her leg to get up over the love seat. “I think I need help.”

Ken whipped his head around to face her, and Lisa saw naked hate in the sparks of his eyes. He shoved the love seat hard, sending it sliding back into her. Her ankle snapped under the weight as it rolled over her foot, and she fell. The agony in her ankle had only begun to register as Ken climbed into the van, raised his fist, and drove it into the side of her face. The pain faded, and she was aware only of the odor of Fox.