Look, I have anger issues, okay? I’d be the first to say it. So yeah, I flipped out some when my stupid partner, Nick Wilde, dropped me to become a cop. But I was determined to go it alone. Except Nick was the smart one, I gotta admit that, too. So next thing I know, I’m falling behind on payments on my van, and then it’s getting’ repo-ed. And that’s a disaster, because I live out of it, so when the guys came to take it, I REALLY flipped out. Like arm-chewing, baseball-ball-kicking, bat-wielding flipped out. And next thing I know, I’m getting tossed in jail. Not a promising Monday, to be sure.
My “partner” pulled some strings, getting me out, but on two conditions. “I’m responsible for you,” he told me, firmly, “so you’re gonna come live with me. And you’re gonna go to anger counseling sessions.” I almost flipped again, but Nick’s face told me he was serious. I sighed and nodded, because I really didn't want to stay in jail. He took me back to his place, which was pretty decent. Small…only one bed. I was going to offer to sleep on the couch, but he shushed me. “Don’t be silly,” he said. “We shared a bed lots of times when we were on the street. You can little spoon for me again. That was always nice,” he teased.
I gritted my teeth. “You poke my butt with that monster of yours, and I’ll bite it off!” He grinned, and I did, too. We always had these fights when we lived out of my van together, but it had gone from serious to joking. Actually, Nick never tried anything funny with me, which was odd, because I was pretty sure he was gay. But sometimes, in his sleep, he’d roll over and snuggle me to his chest. The first time, I thought I was gonna freak out, but I could hear his heartbeat, and, actually, being held like that was nice. I never had anyone hold me, even when I was little…I mean little even for a fennec…so having Nick do it was almost like my real Dad was holding me.
Nick had the next day off, so we stayed up late, talking and drinking and laughing. It was really nice, like old times. He sat on his couch and patted the spot next to him, but I sat in another chair on my own. We talked about old schemes that had gone really badly, and ones that had gone really well. And then Nick surprised me. “I wasn't a big fan of yours when we first met,” he said, with a wry little grin.
I blinked at that; I had known Nick so long, but I rarely thought back to those days. I thought back now, though. When we were teens, we'd both been pulling hustles on the streets, and we both happened to be in juvie at the same time. We were rivals, really, but Nick had seen the possibilities of working together, and he convinced me. He's obnoxiously smart, and he doesn't mind letting you know it, but he really does have great ideas. “Well, the feeling was definitely mutual.”
“But...” he trailed off, then smiled. “I'm glad we became friends.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jeez, Wilde. Gimme a break. Two beers and you're sentimental like this? Gonna be a sloppy roommate.”
“Oh? We're not friends?” He got that sly smile. “Then why did you tell me that your real name is...”
“Shut the fuck up!” I growled. “Don't ever say that name. I will kill you.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands placatingly. “Don't get your pampers in a bind.”
“I'm not wearing...!” I started, but I knew he was just trying to get to me, and I forced myself to calm down. “You're the perv who came up with that scheme. I think you just liked to watch me change.”
He grinned a bit, not denying it. “It had some benefits.”
We went to bed before the sun was up, but just barely. I woke up a couple of hours later with a terrible need to take a leak. Trouble was, Nick was holding me, spooning me, and his big monster was, indeed, poking my butt. It was distracting, and, whenever I tried to wriggle free, his grip tightened. I was shaking. I needed to pee so badly. I tried to push his arm off. “Don’t go,” I heard Nick murmur in my ear, sleepily, tightening his grip.
“You dumbass…I’m about to piss yer bed!” I jerked out of his arm, stumbling to my feet, but it was too late. I felt the urine flowing down my leg. I stumbled to the bathroom and got the majority of it where it was supposed to go, but my ears and cheeks were burning red. And when I got back, I saw Nick was already using paper towels to clean up my mess.
“No problem, bud,” he said, softly, his expression so gentle and understanding. It made me want to melt, which also made me confused and angry. “But I can’t let you back into bed in those.” He nodded at my soaked boxers. “Take those off. I still have some of your underwear from before.” He went into a closet, as I pushed the boxers down. I was confused. How could he…? He didn’t mean…? Except he did. He brought out one of the diapers I used to dress in from the old days, when he’d pretend to be my Daddy, and I’d pretend to be his baby.
“No fuckin’ way, Nick!” I growled. “Are you crazy?”
“Shhhh…that’s no way to talk to Daddy,” he said, laying the diapers out on his bed. Then he just lifted me, settling my butt into the diapers. I wanted to protest, but, every time I opened his mouth, he shhhhhed me, softly, and I closed it again. I sighed and finally just laid back, folding my arms. I had worn these so many times for our capers, was it really that big a deal? And, as much I’d hated to admit it when Nick coaxed me into them, long ago, they WERE comfy. So I grumbled and endured it, and then Nick was climbing into bed. I tried to stay as far away from him on the bed as I could, but he actually reached out and gathered me in, spooning me. “Daddy’s boy,” he murmured in my ear, and it made me shiver, the way he said it. I was still exhausted, though, and, as the adrenaline of the situation wore off, I found myself dozing back off again.
When I woke up, Nick still held me firmly, but now his hand was covering my crotch. I was erect in this damned diaper, and his own cock was pressed up hard to my padded rear. “Morning, baby,” he murmured in my ear. I growled and shoved his arm away. “Okay, okay…I’ll make breakfast. Then I’ll drive you to your anger management class.”
I realized that I only had the clothes I was wearing while I waited for the items that were in my repo-ed van to be returned. The shirt was fresh, as were the shorts, but…oh fuck…my underwear were soaked. Nick seemed to have thought about the same thing. “I mean…you can go commando, or…” He gestured to the diapers.
I snarled, ripping them off, then marched to the bathroom to shower. I won’t lie. I was still hard as a rock. I wasn’t sure why, but being in diapers with Nick like that…it was a turn on. I hated it…but I wanted it, too. But I wasn’t letting him know that…not at all. I came out, dressed commando, and then ate breakfast in silence as he chatted about inane things. My head was racing around, and my heart was pounding. How could he just talk about work and that he was going shopping and stuff when my world was upside down? He seemed to finally notice, and he stopped talking as he drove me to my anger management meeting. I walked into the office building without saying goodbye.
Becky, the therapist, seemed nice enough. She was a capybara in her mid-30s, and she dressed real well. Unlike many state-paid shrinks, she seemed genuinely interested, and we talked about a lot of shit. Usual shit. Childhood. My shitty family. My crimes, of which there are many. And Nick. We talked a lot about Nick. “He’s very important to you,” she said, thoughtfully after a while.
“He…he helps me,” I admitted. “He’s smart, and he seems like he actually gives a shit about me. Excuse my language. He taught me how to be patient. My hustles were quick, dumb things. His were slow, patient, and careful. I always envied how smart he was, and how he tried to make anything we did better. To make *me* better.”
She smiled and nodded. “He must care about you, too, a lot.”
I looked down at my feet. “I think he’s my only friend. I’m not really good with people.”
“Have you told him that you care about him?” Becky asked.
“I…that’s not the kind of…thing you tell a guy…” I said, rubbing my arm. I didn't add the fact that being around Nick always got me confused about my sexuality. I mostly prefer women. I even dated a while after Nick and I parted ways. She was a sweet lady, but being with her didn't have the same feel as being around Nick. “But Nick gets me in a way I'm not even sure I get myself,” I said, surprising even myself with that statement.
She nodded, leaning back in her chair. “It's a shame that modern society puts such a strong emphasis on men being distant and unemotional. When someone can't open up and try to be honest about how they feel, that can become pain. And that pain often gets expressed as rage.” She looked at me without judgment.
“Yeah, I guess I know what that's like. I'll try to tell Nick some of that,” I agreed.
I ended up walking back to Nick's apartment and letting myself in with the key he'd given me. Once I was inside, I looked at that key. Nick trusted me. He knew all about my past. He knew about all the crimes. He knew more about me than pretty much anyone in the world. But he still trusted and cared enough about me to give me a key to his house. Not that he had much shit worth stealing, admittedly, but still...
I sat on the bed and winced. Walking all that way commando had chafed me a little. I looked through Nick's cabinets for something like a first aid cream, but I realized he probably got most of that stuff at the ZPD offices. Then I realized that I knew he had something that would help. I sighed and walked into the closet he'd pulled the diapers out of. Sure enough, there were plenty more, and a bottle of talc. There were other things there, too...baby clothes that we'd used, including the elephant suit. Little Toot Toot he'd sometimes called me. It was such a ridiculous scheme, but it worked every time. I ran my fingers over the soft material of the suit, smiling a little. Then I picked up a bottle of the powder and went back to the bedroom.
I pushed my shorts off, took a generous handful of the powder, and rubbed it in where I was chafing. It was soothing, and the smell was nice...clean, fresh...it always relaxed me a little bit. I lay back, in only a shirt, enjoying the feeling. It made me think of times when I'd ridden around in my own van, with Nick driving, wearing only diapers and baby clothes, sucking a pacifier. Once Nick had calmed me down, and I'd agreed to go along with the schemes, I'd gotten used to wearing them. In fact, if I'm being completely honest, I kind of gotten to like wearing them after a while. The way they rubbed against me, I'd often gotten a hard-on while wearing them. Oh, shit...just thinking about it gave me one again. I knew I was blushing, thinking about it. I was as bad a perv as Nick!
And then, to make it worse, I heard the door open. Nick was home with the groceries. I held very still. Maybe he wouldn't know I was home yet, and I could get my shorts back, sneak to the door, and pretend I was just coming in myself? I heard him walk into the kitchen, and I heard the crinkling of paper bags. Of course, that crinkling and rustling reminded me of something else, and I blushed harder, my erection giving a throb. Okay, if I were going to sneak to the door, it had to be now. I began to slowly slide off the bed, but I froze when I heard Nick sniffing. A moment later, he poked his head into the bedroom. I was still mostly on his bed, obviously powdered, and with an erection that wouldn't quit. He smiled, and I felt my face catch fire. “I...I was chafing from going commando.”
“Absolutely,” Nick agreed, with a tone that said 'I totally believe you, except completely not.' “Oh, I got you some underwear at the Targoat next to the grocery store. They don't have a good multi-species section so it's from the kids' section. But it's better than nothing? I can take you to the mall later tonight to get some more clothes while I try to get your stuff from the van out of the repo impound lot.”
“Thank you,” I said, softly. “I don 't really have the cash to get new clothes. I can wear the kid underwear for now. It's fine.”
He nodded and disappeared, but, before I could even climb down, he was back, lifting me and laying me back. He lifted my legs, and I was suddenly dressed in a pair of Captain Carrot underroos. “H-hey, now, I can dress myself.”
“I know. But this is more fun,” he said, rubbing my belly. Oh, that was no fair, and he knew it. My belly and my ears have always been vulnerable places on me. I found myself sprawling out more, letting him do it. It felt so good.
“N-Nick, I...” I bit my lip. I wanted to tell him what Becky had suggested. “I...we're friends.” It wasn't quite what she'd said , but, hey, baby steps.
He blinked, maybe a bit confused. And then he leaned in. I thought he was about to kiss me, and I froze. I always thought that if a guy tried to kiss me, I would kick him in the balls and bite him on the snout, but it was Nick. Instead, I closed my eyes, whimpering.
And he did kiss me. Right on the forehead, gently. I felt him press his lips there, but it was the most tender, loving thing he could've done. It broke me, a little, and a lot of the tension I was feeling came bursting out in an expression that surprised both of us. I started to cry. And I don't mean a little trickle of tears down the cheeks. I started a full-on bawling breakdown, fists clenching and pounding the bed, tears flowing, wailing like a siren.
It must have startled Nick, although I didn't see his face. But a moment later, strong arms were lifting me, and I was getting cradled to his chest, settled in his lap. My arms clung to him, and I held onto him. He didn't shush me, but he held me and rocked me, and the little kisses came down on my ears, my forehead, my cheeks. And the whole time, I wept and buried my face into his chest. I must've ruined his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. It took a long time before it was all out, but he just held me in his arms. Eventually, I was just shuddering, all cried out, but with my body still trying to exorcise all the emotions I guess I'd been bottling up. I laid my head on his chest, and he stroked my back softly. “Wow,” he said, gently. “And I thought bunnies were emotional. “It's just underwear, buddy. Imagine if I'd bought you new pants!”
I blinked, pulling back, looking up at him. He was smiling that goofy smile he sometimes gets, and I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him or punch him. I laughed, though, and swiped my hand over my eyes. “I...I'm sorry about that,” I said.
“Don't be,” he said. “I know how hard life has been for you...for both of us. But I found a new chance. A way to get away from all the bad stuff I did when we were younger. Maybe you can, too?”
“I can't be a cop,” I growled. “I don't see that.”
“No, I don't either,” he agreed with a chuckle. “But we can figure it out together. Because yeah...I'm your friend.”
I smiled, then he set me down. “I need to get these groceries put away. I thought spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Mr. Big actually taught me his Gram-mama's family recipe. Of course, I had to multiply the recipe a few times in order to make enough, but it's really good. That sound good, bud?”
“It sounds real good,” I admitted. “What can I do to help?”
“Nothing at all,” he said. “Just relax for a bit. Seems like your therapy session did a number on you, so I'll give you some time for yourself.”
I actually slept for a bit, and I felt a lot better when I woke up. I looked down at the underwear. They were definitely cute, and I have struggled my whole life not to be cute. I know that probably sounds weird, but, when you're my size, and everyone's default assumption is that you're such a toddler, you struggle against it. But Nick had found a way to get me to accept it, and I had gone along with it. In the name of money, he'd gotten me into those baby outfits time and again. I always protested, but I always ended up in them. Did Nick like them? He seemed to. He was more affectionate when I was dressed like that. Sometimes I'd doze off in my car seat, and I'd feel Nick rubbing my ears or neck. The first couple of times, I'd growled at him, and even bit him once, but then I realized something. I liked the way he touched me, even if we were both guys, and so, sometimes, I'd pretend I was asleep, just so we could both enjoy it a little longer. 
Dinner was amazing. Mr. Big's Gram-mama sure had known what she was doing! Nick had also bought a nice red wine, and we drank a few toasts to the old lady. We stayed up talking again, and, this time, I sat on the couch next to Nick. After a while, his hand came up and rubbed my neck. I froze for a moment, and he realized what he was doing. “Oh, sorry, bud. Old habit.” He began to move his hand.
“No, it's...it feels good. You can keep doing it,” I said, feeling my blush spreading across my face. He smiled and went back to rubbing. God, it felt amazing. I realized how starved I was for physical affection. I still wasn't sure why I felt comfortable letting Nick do it, but I wasn't going to have him stop. He stroked up to my ears, and his fingers began rubbing along the rims, making me groan. Now, I couldn't help it...my legs spread a little, and I could feel the beginnings of an erection. The rubs continued a bit longer, but then they stopped. I blinked. “H-huh?”
Nick was smiling at me, so sweetly. “I want to keep going, but if I do...” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can't. I want to do all that stuff with you, but we're both pretty tipsy. I don't want to do something that we'll regret in the morning.”
I felt some shame welling up. “Oh, I...heh...yeah...I guess we were goin' kind of far.” I shot him what I thought was a cocky grin and wagged a finger. “Sly fox.”
“Yeah,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I should get to bed. I have work in the morning. Are you gonna be okay on your own?”
“Oh, sure. I'll keep busy. Who knows? Maybe I'll look for a job.”
Nick smiled and nodded. “Sure. I'm sure you want to get on your feet.” He slid to a standing position. “You gonna stay up for a while?”
“Nah, I'll come to bed. Crazy day.” I started to clamber to my feet, but I slipped and almost fell. Nick caught me, set me down, and, without really thinking about it, I slid my hand into his. It was muscle memory, almost. We'd held hands tons of times during the schemes. Being father and son. It just happened, and, when we both realized it, neither of us felt inclined to pull away. He led me to bed, and lifted me, laying me back. I felt so bad. I was pretty sure I wanted to do something with him, but I wasn't sure about taking that first step.
And then, he cleared his throat. “Um...know, Finn...we've been drinking again. Maybe you should wear a diaper again? I just wouldn't want you to...”
“Sure,” I blurted. It seemed like the perfect compromise. A moment of intimacy, that cottony softness, and then being held by...by Nick all night long. My body ached for the idea of it.
He was clearly surprised. “I mean...are you sure, buddy?”
He had caught me out. After years of protests, it was a bit out of character to accept it so quickly. I shrugged, like it was no big deal. “Hey, it's your bed, man. I'm jus' lookin' out for you.”
“Okay!” he said excitedly. “Gimme one sec.” He went into the closet and came back out with a diaper and something else that he put aside. He laid out the diaper, maneuvered me onto it, and folded it up. I shivered; it was so comfy, and, as he taped me in, I could feel the erection starting. But then he brought the other item over. It was that damned elephant suit. “It's colder tonight,” he murmured. “I thought you might need this.”
“Oh...I...well...sure, why not?” I smirked. “Go ahead. Such a perv.”
Nick chuckled, but he helped me into it before zipping it up and headed to his side of the bed. God, I'd forgotten how snuggly and warm it was. How comfortable. I was blushing, but he was soon climbing in next to me. I rolled on my side, and he spooned me, gently. He was naked, sort of giving the lie to the claim that it was cold, but neither of us was going to call it out. Soon, I was dozing off, snuggling back to him.
I woke up again with the need to piss, and, yes, Nick had a heavy grip on me again. I looked at the clock. Five AM. I knew Nick wouldn't get up for another hour. I was about to try and wriggle free when I remembered the outfit. Damn...with that on, getting out of it AND the diaper AND making it to the bathroom seemed as impossible as waiting an hour. I blushed, but...oh, well...it's what they were made for, anyway. I breathed slowly and evenly, trying to relax...and then I just let go. I could feel the warmth spreading across my lap and down as I wet myself. This was something of a first. Sure, I'd had an accident or two when our schemes were taking too long, but I'd never just deliberately allowed it to happen.
It felt good, I had to admit. It was warm, and it wasn't unpleasant at all. I felt safe, especially in Nick's arms, in his bed. I reached down, rubbing my lap through the soft fabric of the elephant costume. Big mistake. Instant boner. I squirmed a little, embarrassed, and took my hand away, trying to will myself back to sleep. Except then I felt Nick's hand slide down and cup my groin. I felt his fingers caress my hardness through the fabric, and I felt my cock throb against his touch. God, it felt so good. Was he asleep? Awake? I wasn't sure, but then he whispered in my ear, “Are you asleep?” I was frozen, but I finally shook my head no. “Good,” he whispered. “Are you still drunk?” I considered this, but I felt perfectly clear-headed, so I shook my head again. “Do you want me to keep going?”
I really thought about that. What he was doing felt good, but it also felt like we were on a threshold of something. I wasn't sure I was ready for this...so I shook my head a third time. “Okay,” he whispered, moving his hand back up to my belly. He rubbed there, and I slowly relaxed, my erection slowly retreated, leaving me feeling both relief and frustration. I wasn't quite ready to cross that point of no return yet. After a while, we both dozed back to sleep.
The next morning, I semi-woke-up when Nick slipped out of bed. “I have to get ready for work,” he groaned. “Can you handle changing out of that stuff, or do you need me to do it?”
“I c'n do it,”I assured him. “And...um...lemme make dinner tonight. I don't have too much money, but I c'n get some groceries. Least I c'n do after freeloading you for a couple nights.”
He hesitated, but then he smiled. “Sure, bud. That sounds great. I'll be home around 4 or so.” He hesitated, like he might be about to lean down and kiss me, but he didn't. He did, however, tuck the blankets back in around me. “Get some more sleep, and have a great day!”
Once he was gone, I lay there, trying to doze, but it didn't work out too well. I was awake and confused. I wanted to do more with Nick, but I was terrified to do more with Nick. I wasn't sure where the diaper stuff fit in, but it was all wrapped up with it. I rolled onto my back and rubbed the front of my diaper. It was still sort of warm, but not like when I'd wet it. Also, my bladder needed more relief. I could get out of this stuff and use the restroom, I knew, but... I bit my lip, and then I closed my eyes, leaving my hand over my groin, and letting go. I felt that spread of warmth again, and a flooding relief. Oh, man, this felt good. That erection started almost as soon as the urine stopped. I closed my fingers around it through the soft material, and kind of humped at my own hand. 
It felt good, so good, and I was soon panting as I humped. I wondered what it would be like feeling Nick's hand around me as I did this. As if on cue, images of Nick started flooding my mind. I imagined it was Nick hand down there instead of mine, and I humped at my own paw in increasing desperation. I could almost hear him whispering sweet things in my ear. There we go, champ. There's my baby boy. Daddy's boy. You wanna make stickies for Daddy? C'mon, baby. Make those stickies. Show Daddy what a big boy you are.
“D-daddy!” I cried out, and then I felt my cock pulse and throb, and I felt more warmth in my diapers as the pleasure shot through me. I'm normally a mighty frequent masturbator, and it had been a couple of days, so this was an intense climax for me. I shook and groaned, and, finally, flopped back, hand still tight on myself. When I swam back to consciousness, I realized what I had done, and I felt shock and shame. Maybe I was still a little drunk? No, I didn't think so. I panted, my hand shaking as I unzipped the elephant suit. I stripped it off, tossing it in a corner, and hurrying to the bathroom. I stepped into the tub, tearing off the diapers, wadding them up tightly, and putting them in the sink for a moment. I showered, scrubbing at my fur almost painfully. I was confused and unhappy, but I didn't think I was going to resolve anything right then and there.
Once I was dried off, I took the wadded up diaper to the kitchen. I shoved it way down in the garbage pail, past a lot of other trash. I didn't want Nick to smell it and realize what I'd done. And then, even that wasn't enough. I dressed, hurriedly, and took the trash out as I left the apartment. I just couldn't let him smell it.
I headed to the market, feeling confused, and I bought the makings of my special tuna noodle casserole with crushed salt and vinegar chips on top. Hey, I'm not much of a gourmet; most of my cooking experience is with a toaster oven in the back of a van powered by a cigarette lighter adapter. I noticed the Targoat next to it. I had a little money left; maybe I could buy something there? Some new clothes, so I didn't have to keep washing my shirt in Nick's sink? I went in, and I headed into the men's section, but I quickly saw that was going to be useless. I sighed and headed into the boy's section. I had to admit, there were some really cute things there. As I looked around, I found myself wondering what Nick would like to see me in. The idea made me blush, especially when I saw a baby blue shirt that said, “Daddy's Boy”. I knew Nick would love that, and I almost checked the price, but I couldn't make myself go over and look closer.
“Do you need help, sweetie?” a voice said. “Did your Dad send you here to pick something up?” I looked up to see a tall lady horse smiling down at me. I get confused for a little boy all the time. Sometimes, I get angry, and I deepen my voice and snarl to show that I'm an adult. Sometimes, especially in a hustle, I'd lighten my voice, and I'd act little to get people to let their guards down. This time, though, I felt different.
“I'm not a kid,” I said gently. “Just a small breed.”
“Oh, I'm sorry!” she said, seeming genuine. “Just when I saw you in this section, I thought...” She trailed off, then smiling in a friendly way. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Oh, nah...just looking.” Then I blinked as a thought came to me. “You folks aren't hiring, are you?” I mean...yeah, it's not glamorous, but as a temporary job, it might do pretty well.
The next thing I knew, I had an application filled out. I didn't mention it to Nick, but I made dinner, and we talked and it was nice. We didn't talk about what had happened the night before. Nick was letting me move at my own pace, I suspected, and I was grateful for that. At bedtime, Nick didn't even ask me. He just got out the talc, and a diaper, and another sleeper I'd always liked, that was cute blue and pastel purple. I was soon all diapered and wrapped in the warmth of the sleeper. “This is nice,” I told him, and I smiled. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, and then he offered me something...my red pacifier. I hesitated, but then I took it, sucking it. It always helped me feel calm, and this was no exception. When I drifted off to sleep, I suckled on it, softly, feeling truly happy for the first time in a long time.
I was called back for an interview, and I soon found myself employed. I told Nick, and he was thrilled for me. Becky was, too, the next day at my anger management meeting. “You seem different,” she said. “More relaxed. Happier. Is that because of the job?”
“Definitely a big part of it,” I said. “And...I told Nick that I care about him. It was hard, but it felt good.”
“That's great,” she said. And then we talked about a lot of stuff. One thing we definitely didn't talk about was the diapers and the fact that I'd almost had sex with Nick. I wasn't going there yet.
My life started settling into a routine. I worked part-time at the Targoat, and I helped get Nick's little place cleaned up some on days when I wasn't working. He did most of the cooking, but at least I could help out financially now. I was able to get some of my stuff back from the van, but not everything. A lot of my clothes were ruined. Nick offered to take me to the mall, but, especially now that I had an employee discount at Targoat, I started buying a lot of clothes from their boy's section. Underwear, shorts, pants, shirts...and yes, I bought the Daddy's Boy shirt. I hid it at the bottom of the drawer. I figured I'd wear it for Nick to give him a laugh some night. But I didn't want to show it yet. And if any of my co-workers were wondering why I dressed how I did, they didn't comment. I found I didn't mind wearing the kiddy clothing, because I could mix and match it to make it seem a bit more adult on me.
The other thing that was happening more is that I found myself wetting the diapers more often, and, yeah, I found myself jerking off with them pretty much exclusively. It felt good, and I was feeling more relaxed about it. One day, I even ended up slipping and telling Becky about wearing them. She seemed totally unfazed. I ended up going back and telling her about how it had started, with the hustles, but how it had become a more regular part of my life. “Do you enjoy wearing them?” she asked.
“I...yeah...I think I do,” I admitted. I had come to trust her a lot. 
“Does Nick like you in them?” she asked, gently.
I blushed very deeply at that...but I finally ended up nodding.
She looked at me for a while, then asked, softly, “And do you have feelings for Nick?”
My cheeks burned. When we'd started talking, there's no way that I would've admitted it. But now, I sighed. “I'm not 100% sure how to answer that. I really like Nick. He's so sweet to me, and, yeah, I'll admit it, he's sexy.” I squirmed. “But I like girls. I've never done anything with a guy.”
“It can take a long time to admit you have interest in someone that doesn't fit into the sexual identity you've always expressed,” she said. “But people can be bisexual, or pansexual, or demisexual, and never know it until the right person comes along.”
I nodded. “I just...I don't want to ruin anything. I like Nick, and he likes me. If we do this, it might hurt us being friends.”
“Or, it could lead you into something deeper and more fulfilling. Either way, I think you at least owe it to yourself to be honest about your feelings.” She smiled a little. “If you like Nick, and Nick likes you, then you have to decide if you want to take that next step. It's just one step at a time, right?”
I took a long inhale and then exhaled a long time. “Yeah,” I said, softly. “I'll think about it.”
It took me another few weeks of thinking about it before I did anything. Nick couldn't have been sweeter or more patient. Ironically, those damned diapers were the trigger. “Hey, bud,” he said to me. “We only have about a week's worth of diapers left. I figured I could reorder them, but, um...are you getting tired of plain white?”
I blinked at that. “What's the alternative?” I said.
“Oh, gosh...well, there's colors and patterns, and...here...” He took out his tablet and pulled up his web browser. I wasn't entirely shocked when the sites he wanted turned out to be ones he had bookmarked. He opened my eyes that day. I saw cute colorful animal characters, patterns, stars, pawprints. It was all so...cute. The opposite of something I would've wanted in my old life. But I looked up and saw how happy he looked. 
I looked at the screen and swallowed. So many choices. I had visions in my head of Nick putting me in them. Of kissing Nick. Of Nick guiding my head down to his lap. Of bouncing in Nick's lap. My erection was fierce, and I tried to act casual to cover it. “Well, um...oh, hey...look...this site's got a sampler pack. Why don't you pick out a bunch of ones you like, an' we can check 'em out.” 
He gulped. “Yeah, sure, bud...that sounds...yeah, okay.” He smiled. “Just leave it to me.”
The day they arrived, I was off from work. I recognized the company name when the delivery guy had me signing for them. Thankfully, the guy didn't. He helped me get them inside, and I used a box cutter to open it up. It was a lot more than a sampler pack. It looked like Nick had ordered months of diapers. I shivered. Was that what my life was becoming? Did I mind? Did I want it? And what were Nick and I gonna be to each other? I had initially intended to live with Nick for a couple of weeks at most, but it had been months.
I hugged myself, uncertainly, but then I thought about what Becky had said. If I wanted to be with Nick, didn't we both deserve a chance to make it work? I swallowed, then made up my mind. I was going to give us that chance.
When Nick got home, I had dinner made. We talked about his day, laughing and generally enjoying being together. Finally, however, I knew I had to make the move, or I never would. “N-Nick...I'm not drunk,” I said.
He blinked at that. “No, bud. I can tell you're not.”
I nodded. Then I stood up, came over, and took his hand. He cocked his head, then smiled a little. He squeezed my hand as he stood up, and I led him back to the bedroom...our bedroom, as I had come to think of it. I had brought in the powder, a bottle of baby oil, one of the new diapers (a blue one with colorful pastel balloons on it), my pacifier, and the Daddy's Boy shirt. That last one made him smile, and he touched it, gently. He looked at me, cocking his head.
“Nick, I...I don't know how to do this stuff. But I...wanna be with you. Try stuff. And...” I gestured at the bed. “I...I guess I c'n admit that...I really like this stuff.” I looked at him. “Will you...? Can we try some...some sexy stuff?” 
I swallowed, looking down at my toes, but, after a long pause, his fingers gently lifted my chin. He leaned down, kissing my lips for the first time. It was so tender and soft. He was smiling, and his eyes were shining softly. “Of course we can, honey.” He picked me up, hugging me, and I hugged onto him. I was shaking like a leaf, but I knew I wanted this. And when he whispered, “My baby boy,” into my ear, I whimpered, hugging even tighter. It felt so good to hear him say that.
He set me down and helped me get undressed. I felt so little and vulnerable when I was naked, even though I'd be naked in front of him dozens of times when he'd changed me. He knelt down, so we were eye to eye, and he smiled. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt a shudder go all through me. His fingers lightly touched me here and there, and I pressed my body to him, even as I clumsily reached out to stroke his face and ears. He smiled, stripping his shirt off, and I pressed into another hug. We kissed again, too, but this was less gentle, more passionate. Tongues slithered over each other, and I know I was whimpering and groaning like crazy. I was so hard, and his fingers caressed me lightly, making me ache to my core for more.
He finally picked me up, laying me on the bed. He picked up the pacifier, and I took it into my lips without hesitation. “Such a baby,” he teased lightly, but I just smiled at him and nodded. I was his baby; it had taken me months to realize it, but I knew it was real. He powdered me, and soon I was wrapped in that ridiculously cute diaper. I rubbed over it, and he did, too, squeezing my butt, softly. He helped me into the shirt and smiled at me. “Daddy's Boy indeed.” I nodded, again. Yes, I was. I didn't know what would happen afterwards, but, for now, I was his, and he was mine.
Nick laid me back on the bed, and, for the first time, undressed with me watching. I'd always turned away, but now I needed to see him. I almost lost my pacifier when his pants and underwear went down. I'd jokingly called Nick's dick a monster, but it was even bigger than I'd realized. A wolf would've been envious of its thick, veiny girth and length, with nice, white-furred balls hanging under in their sack. Thankfully his knot wasn't too big by the looks of it, because I had the odd feeling I'd be feeling it before the end of the night.
He climbed into bed with me, and he gathered me back to him, holding me, humming to me softly. I was blushing, feeling so small and scared, but he subdued me with the tenderest kisses. I relaxed, more and more. It's Nick, I realized. He wasn't going to just jam it in and hurt me. He was going to be slow and patient and careful. It was like I had been hustled in the best way possible.
He started stroking me through the diaper, and I soon found myself humping at his paw. I didn't want to cum so soon, but Nick was pushing me towards an edge I couldn't stumble back from, and I cried out, losing the pacifier, as I came. He held me, feeling my little cock pulsing beneath his fingers, feeling my body shuddering with the intensity of it. And then I started to whimper in embarrassment. “That was awesome,” he whispered to me, banishing any shame I felt. “I knew you were loving the diapers, but I had no idea you would enjoy it so much.”
“Nick, I'm sorry, I...” 
“Shhhhh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Do you want to stop?” I shook my head no vigorously. “Then don't worry about apologies. Let's just enjoy this for now.” He smiled, softly. “Besides, I know how to make a baby stop fussing.” He sat up a bit, settling me between his legs, my muzzle close to his lap. “Give them a pacifier they like even better.”
I was blushing hotly. I had never been face to face with another male's cock like this. I could see the slight pulsing of it, feel the heat coming off of it, and smell the soft muskiness. This was definitely a step beyond gropes through a diaper, but it was a step I'd imagined, and it turned out to be a step I was willing to take. I was looking at it, unsure what to do, when Nick's hand softly guided me to press my lips to the base. “Kiss, baby,” he murmured, softly, and I did. Then he guided me a little higher, and I kissed again. “Good. Good boy.” I let him guide me all over, until his musk was in my senses, and I felt a little dazed. I found myself kissing his big, furry balls, all along the underside, and, finally, the tip. A little dribble of precum slicked up my lips, and he smiled. Then he gently patted my cheek. “Open for Daddy,” he murmured, and, with a whimper, I did. He didn't stuff himself in, but just guided in that pointed tip. “Now, nurse.”
I began to suckle, very softly, but it was enough. A jet of precum hit my tongue. I froze, as the flavor washed over me, and then I was lost. I was soon suckling and nursing eagerly, as Nick...as my Daddy fed me a soft stream of the nutty-flavored stuff. My hands came up of their own accord, holding him like I was on a bottle. I looked up, my cheeks red, but Nick was just smiling down, adoringly. I was safe, that smile told me, and I closed my eyes and nursed. 
To this day, I have no idea how long I lay between his legs, eyes closed, nursing on him. It was heaven, and I think I dozed now and then, even while my cock came back to a full erection and strained the front of the diaper. Nick must have wanted to get off so badly, but he held out, and, finally, he patted my cheek, rousing me from the nearly infantile state. “Bud, I can't hold out much longer,” he said, panting. “I'm more than happy to finish like this, but I didn't know if you...wanted...more?”
I knew what more meant. I had feared it on some nights when Nick had held me spooned in his arms and then desired it on others. Did I want more? I wasn't sure. But I wanted to try it, at least. I pulled off of his cock, looked up at him and nodded. I grabbed a pillow, laying down with it, hugging onto it tightly, nervous and tense. “I want you inside me,” I said in a small, soft voice, then added, “Daddy.”
That was all it took. I felt Nick gently easing my diapers down in back. He grabbed the bottle of baby oil, and I tried not to be too tense, because I'd heard that can make it even more difficult and painful. I knew Nick was going to be gentle, but he was huge. This was going to hurt. He started with a finger, slippery with the oil, tracing around my little tailhole. I'd rubbed back there a few times curiously, when jerking off...what guy hasn't? But Nick really taught me how good it can feel. By the time he started easing it in, I was moaning and groaning but good. I noticed my pacifier to one side and grabbed it, putting it in my mouth to help quiet myself down. It was soothing to suckle and feel him as his finger eased in and out. When he hit my prostate, I cried out, biting down hard on my paci. No wonder guys like to be fucked. I'd never felt anything so mind-blowing intense. My cock was throbbing inside my diapers.
One finger led to two, which was difficult at first, but which soon led to more groans and guttural noises. Three fingers was a stretch, no joke intended, but I managed it. He seemed satisfied and finally pulled out. I looked back, watching him getting his cock oiled up, and it was somehow a very sexy sight to me. I thought to myself “That's going inside me.” The idea made me tremble in fear and lust. 
Nick noticed, and he crawled up and over me, kissing my neck and ears, murmuring to me soothingly until my body untensed. He snuggled his arms around me, rubbing my belly under the shirt. “I love this shirt,” he whispered in my ear. “Such a nice surprise.” He snuggled slowly into place until I felt his pointed tip press under my tail, but he didn't try to push in. We just rocked together, his warmth and musk slowly sinking into me, making me feel so small and safe. “I've always wanted to hear you call me Daddy,” he murmured, as I felt him beginning to tenderly press into me. 
I'm not gonna pretend that first time was some magical, painless experience. If you've never been fucked, it's like exercising any muscle. The first time, it hurts like a sonovabitch. I started to get fussy once it was an inch or so in, but Nick was just what I needed. He covered my pacifier and muzzle with a hand, making soft little shushing noises until I quieted. It took forever for him to get more than an inch or so in...all porn aside, he's a hell of a lot bigger than I am, and it took effort. Soon, however, he was sliding in and out several inches. “This is good,” he groaned. “You're so tight.” He held me around my chest with one arm, the other one down between his legs, jerking his own knot. I felt bad I couldn't take it all, but he smiled. “Don't worry, baby. If you like this, we can practice as often as you want. We'll get there.”
Did I like it? It was degrading, in a way, to be called baby, to be wearing diapers, and to have another male inside me like this. I had fought, so hard, against being embarrassed in any way, because of my size, because, on the street, any sign of weakness or vulnerability is an invitation for someone bigger and stronger to wipe you out. Here in our bed, however, I could be small and embarrassed and weak, and Nick would love me just the same. I suddenly knew I was safe, and that made me relax. And suddenly he slid in deeper than either of us expected. I tensed back up in surprise, and Nick held still. “Oh, shit...are you okay?” I whimpered, but I nodded. It wasn't comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, but the intense way his cock was pancaking my prostate made it feel incredible, too. I thought my poor confused balls were going to explode. 
After a while, I managed to relax, and now we found he could slide almost the entire length in and out. I was drooling, eyes rolled back, as his cock flattened my poor prostate, and his thrusts ground my cock into the front of my diapers. The pressure raked back and forth over my bladder until it lost the battle, and I soaked my diapers. Nick's nose twitched, and I knew he knew. He smiled and licked along the rim of my ear, forcing me to enjoy it, even as it happened. And now, when he pressed, my cock slid slickly along the soggy insides. I was shaking, but it wasn't from pain. When his knot started gently knocking against my backdoor, I didn't see how it was possible that it would be going in, but then it pressed and popped past, and I felt him swell, locking us together. He moved both arms around me now, hugging me close, but also cupping my groin, giving me a firmer surface to thrust against. I don't think I managed more than three or four pushes like that until my pacifier dropped out of my mouth as I wailed, “Daddy!!!” I jerked in his arms, spasming, my shaft jumping, my poor stretched hole clenching on his own shaft over and over, as I shot a hot little load into the front of my diaper.
Once I was trapped deep in that warm glow, his grip tightened, and his hips began to thrust and hump. “That's right, baby...Daddy's boy. Oh, baby...Daddy loves you, so much.”
“I l-love you, too, D-daddy!” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was so overwhelmed by emotion and physical pleasure and pain mingling together. Nick hunched his hips, his lap shallowly slapping my buttocks, until he bit down on my shoulder, lightly, holding me there. I felt his body spasm, his hips jumping slightly, his cock deep inside me giving those little throbs. I sobbed and shuddered, finally fully relaxing under him, bound to him, imagining that, as he bred me, he was claiming me, making me his. His baby boy, as he became my Daddy.
Nick and I couldn't stop touching each other for the rest of the night and long into the next morning. When his tie finally came down, he eased out so carefully and examined me before telling me, with some relief, that I was pretty well stretched, but there was no blood. He stripped me and carried me to the tub, and he held me in his lap and arms as we bathed together. I was too exhausted to help much. I dozed off while we were there, and then woke up still in his arms back in bed, with a new diaper on...a red one with pawprints across the crotch. He was semi-hard, and I eased down to lick and suck him. He woke up to that, and his hands guided me here and there. I swallowed most of his load before he pulled out and painted my face with the rest, then he bent down, pulled my diapers down in front, and sucked me until I cried out and fed him a little load of my own. He offered to let me fuck him, but, instead, I just wanted him to hold me. 
Thankfully it was the weekend. We ordered food and pretty much didn't see anyone but the delivery boy all the way into Sunday night. I lost count of how many times we made love. It was like we were making up for lost time, and, with my inhibitions gone, I craved having him as my Daddy, wanting him inside me, wanting to suck him, to take his loads. I wanted to please him, and to have him tenderly please me. Sunday night, we lay in bed together, spent once again, my diapers sticky in back, and wet and sticky in front. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, and he was mostly asleep. I snuggled up to his chest. He smiled, waking up a bit, stroking my ears. “I love you, Finn.”
I hesitated, then softly said, “I love you, too, Nick.”
He cracked an eye open and chuckled. “Not Daddy?”
I smirked, punching his arm a bit. “Daddy Nick,” I teased him. “Fuck.”
He groaned. “Again?”
I punched his arm again. “I just can't believe this...like that this is possible. I never been so...” I tried to decide how to express it. “Fulfilled? Complete?”
“Sore?” he suggested, earning a third punch. This time he winced and said “Ow.”
“Happy,” I laughed, then winced myself. “Okay, yeah. Sore, too. Ow. Maybe a day or two off from tailhole stuff after this.”
He perked. “So...you want to keep doing this?”
“Damn right!” I said firmly. “I mean...okay, this is kinky as fuck, but...” I traced circles in his chestfur. “I can't imagine going back to a place where we don't do this.”
“I mean...there's lots we can do with this,” Nick said. “I don't know how far you want to take it, but...”
I shushed him, covering his muzzle with a finger. “I don't know yet. This is some one step at a time shit. I like being your baby. I like you being my Daddy. I like having sex with you. I like wearing diapers. Let's start there and see where things go, okay? Slow, patient, and careful.”
He grinned. “Well, now...when did you get so smart, baby boy?”
“I had good teachers, Daddy,” I said, smiling.