I’m Diamant, a gray diamond-patterned kitty, and today’s the day! I finally get to meet my friend from last month! I-I’m so excited mrreow! It’s a sunny day today, so it’s the perfect weather for visiting friends~ Can’t wait to go to Benson’s place. I-It should be all sorts of fun there! Meow...can’t believe that my mom allowed it; s-she usually doesn’t allow these things… Makes me scared to even think about it. I need to get back by next morning though or I will be punished yet again...

I’m...I’m wearing my typical clothes at the moment. A collared, white shirt is on me as well as my black pants and neat-looking shoes. I have a small, black backpack on me of spare clothes and a couple of snacks. Can’t believe she makes me dress all fashionable for something like this... I-It’s just a friend visit meow.

I’m getting close to his house. It looks like a tan-colored home with a small yard. Looks normal. M-my home is bigger though, but that’s okay. This will work fine. I want a break away from my parents and I can finally do so. There’s a rock-filled road down from the house that I met him on before. That was a good day for me meow, even if I ruined my pants, which I somehow got away with. Maybe he can give me something to help with that such as what he wears every day. I’ll have to ask him.

I walk on the house path towards the door. But um...I’m kind of nervous on what will happen. I... um...never met his parents before. Are they nice cats, meow? Or an evil meow like my mom is. As I reach the normal-looking white door, I’m about to find out… The doorbell looks to be missing from where it should be, which is weird. There are holes where it usually is. So I decide to knock on the door. *knock* *knock* I waited after knocking on the door. I was a nervous kitty, but I waited. Then it opened. *creak*

I look up a bit and see a female meow, covered in white fur with a bit of orange on her. She seems to be Benson’s mom. I see her smile happily at me in a welcoming gesture. She says “Aww, you must be Benson’s new friend~”. Hearing that made me blush a bit, meow. I reply nervously, “U-um….yeah!” She asks me to “Benson has been talking a lot about you~ Seems really excited to get to play with you.” I smile at that, still nervous. I think she can see my emotions within me. “Alright, I’ll go get him~” She turns around and goes further into the house. She seems like a good meow to me. I wait where I am by the door like a good kitty. 
Several seconds passed. After that, I see my newly found friend Benson. He’s an orange-white kitty meow who I remember the most by the diaper he always wears on him. He has a white t-shirt and black shorts on. I can see the poofy diaper under his shorts; I don’t think he tries to hide it in public at all meow. I’m still amazed at how brave he is doing that… Anyways, he’s walking and waving towards me, looking really excited to play with me meow~

“Hey there~ Glad you could make it!” he says in an excited manner to me. I’m happy too to meet him. I reply, “M-me too,” while purring a bit in friendliness. “Come in and drop your backpack off so we can go do fun stuff~” “Okay~” I respond with severe excitement on my furry face. I go inside the house along with my new friend in front of me.

Benson lives in a normal-looking place. I walked into the white-painted living room with him; a square looking area. Lot of glass windows on the walls shining light into the room. It links to a small kitchen a few feet away which also has white walls. It looks alright, but not as much stuff and space as where I live right meow. I wonder what my friend’s room looks like meow...I’ll find out soon. We went towards the sliding glass doors that enter into the kitchen. They link to their backyard as he opens the door, letting me go through first before following me.

We went outside. The backyard looks alright, being a good sized yard. I see white picket fences around the square grass area. There’s also this giant tennis-looking net in the middle of the yard. Nearby me is a sheltered roof area with some wooden benches and tables. Some equipment is on one of the tables, looking like sports equipment. Benson went towards that equipment. His diaper crinkles while he moves; it’s cute meow~ A happy kitty gabbed the equipment and gave me what looks like a tennis racket while asking “Want to play ‘bad kitten’ meow?”

I tilted my furry head, confused. “Huh?” He looks at my puzzled face with a smile on himself, moving the racket a bit with his white paw. I can’t deny how much he wants to play with me, so I reply “Um...sure!” And then I take the racket from him. He took a racket as well and a triangular plastic thing. As he walks towards the net, I look at what is grasped in my paw. It looks like a tennis racket, but it seems thinner and longer than one. I know what tennis is since dad plays it with me but I’m sure this game is not the same. Though the game being called ‘bad kitten’ seems odd to me… maybe he spelled it wrong meow. I could have sworn I heard a similar game name before. But any game with a meow sound fun, so I went to the net with him on the other side of it. I saw him hit the triangular thing with a net, like a tennis player, before I was even ready. *swing* I attempted to swing at it back to him, but I missed it and it fell into the grass.

“Meow, I wasn’t ready…” I said. Benson laughed a bit at me. He asks, “Do you know how to play~?” and I reply with an obvious “Uh...nope.” He tells me, “We hit the ‘birdie’, our kitty toy, back and forth with our bad kitten rackets. Don’t let it hit the ground~” “Okay,” I smile at him with understanding, “that makes sense meow.” I still don’t know why it’s called ‘bad kitten’. I don’t feel like a bad kitty or anything…

I prepared to serve the birdie back at him. I threw it high up in the air, like my dad used to casually do back then. He taught me how to serve to the other meow opposite of me. *SWOOSH* I hit it really hard, my father would be proud. I seem so happy as the birdie flies really high in the air. I see Benson below the birdie staring high in the air at it. *plop* And then it hit the roof meow. And it didn’t come back down… I...I don’t think I’m s-supposed to hit it that hard…

I see Benson look at me with that face for a second. That face of doubt that I screwed something up. He then *sighs* to himself, like he forgives me, and says “Meow…” I felt guilty of my actions. Now we might not be able to play anymore... My friend laughs it off and tells me “Not on the roof, silly. My dad tires of getting it down from there~” His crinkly diaper-wearing self goes and, *crinkle* almost like magic, finds another ‘birdie’ for us to play with. I’m relieved that the game can continue on, but I shouldn’t hit more birdies on the roof meow…

Benson is still happy as ever, requesting to me “Hit it lightly back to me, it doesn’t need much~” He serves the ‘birdie’ back to me. This time I hit it lightly like he says. *swoosh~* It flies over the net back to him. I guess it doesn’t need much force after all. In Tennis, it did need that… So we hit it back and forth to each other. I tend to miss it sometimes on my end and have to start back over. I almost never see him drop the ‘birdie’ into his court. I tend to miss hitting it directly at him as well, with it going off the side. But meow, he’s fast! He has no issue hitting them back, moving around in an agile way and returning the ‘birdie’ to my court. Under his gym shorts, I hear his poofy diaper crinkle sometimes while he does this. I’m amazed he can move around so easily in those things. We got to around 10-15 hits at the most before I messed up on my end. Either way, I had fun before his mom opened the back door, motioning and calling out to us “Kids, time for lunch~ Don’t forget to put the Badminton stuff away.” Benson is saying excitedly, “Yay, lunch time!” His mom then leaves the door open into the kitchen for us to come in.

W-we walk back into Benson’s house meow. I decide to take my shoes off while I’m inside and place them near the door like my mom tells me to. Benson and I go to their wooden dinner table. The seats are also wooden but they have white cushions on them. I look what’s on the table and it looks like sandwiches and juice. Benson sits down on the cushioning. *crinkle* And then I sit down at my chair. *plop* I-I’m kind of a slow eater meow. I grab the sandwich with my paws towards my mouth and I eat the sandwich. *om nom* *chew* It tastes like peanut butter and jelly meow. I feel like my mouth is drooling a bit; I never get simple food like this where I live. S-sometimes I just want a sandwich like this meow. *gulp* I feel it go down inside me. I look at Benson who seems to be peeling the sides of the sandwich off. That’s strange to me. He then chews the inside of his sandwich as well, enjoying it while his mouth is a bit open while chewing it. We look at each other and smile in appreciation. He then grabs the juice and starts to gulp it down. I do the same. *gulp* Tastes like cold orange juice meow. It went down into me.

That drink causes me to feel an urge down to my bladder. I...I kind of have to pee meow. It’s getting near that time. I look at Benson, who stops enjoying food for some seconds. *pssh~* He says calmly, “Ahh~”. And I think I’m hearing him pee inside his diaper. I...I must be imagining things meow. Doing it at the dinner table would be silly~ After what seems like his pee break, he continues eating his PB&J sandwich and drinking the yummy orange juice.

Both of us finish around the same time. He leaves his crust ends on the table. Not sure why a couple of kids feel the crust ends off... it’s still a good sandwich meow. Benson, in a positive mood, asks me, “Want to go to my room meow?” I answer, “S-sure, meow~ Let’s go!” We both get up from the table and start walking towards a hallway which seems to lead to his bedroom.

While we go down the hall, I look at the diaper hidden inside his shorts. It seems to have grown more than back when we played outside. Maybe I’m not imagining things... I feel an urge in my bladder again and it’s a bit sore, but I can keep going; but only for some minutes. That sore moment makes me wonder to myself how a diaper feels to use… Benson seems to really enjoy wearing one and using his. I asked him before about it back on our road walk and he said with a concerned look that he couldn’t do so. M-maybe today will be different, mew? It’d be nice to try on, even if it makes me seem like a little kitten. If it prevents my accidents that’s worth it.

We reach his room and enter it. “This is my room, meow~” When I enter, I close the door behind me. His room looks cool at first glance. It has a dark blue wall compared to the rest of the house. He has a large bed with pillows and green blankets on it. And a dresser with a TV in front of the bed. There’s some sort of gaming console underneath the TV which might be fun. He has a small closet to the side with a mirror and his clothes in it and some toys and stuff on some wall shelves. What’s strange to me is that his room is not carpeted; it’s hard flooring. Makes me wonder why… It’s also has a couple of food crumbs though and there’s this unfamiliar smell inside. Kind of smells like kitty pee? It’s not a bad smell to my nostrils but I can see some people not liking it. I see Benson grab something from the closet. It turns out to be a gray sleeping bag which he rolls out on the floor.

My friend asks me, “Want to do something meow~? Maybe play video games or watch TV or play with toys~?” I reply while thinking, “U-umm…” This is a chance for me to ask him, b-but I’m so nervous mrreow. W-what if he says ‘no’ again? I’m not sure why he said ‘no’ before… I-is it okay to ask him now? It might be okay at his own house meow…

“Meow~?”, he says to me. That woke me up from thinking with a jolt. “Oh! Umm…” I decide to take a risk and go for it. I ask him as I fumble my paws together, “C-c-can I have a d-d-diaper m-meow?” It’s quiet for a couple of seconds. Benson looks at me up and down. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked after all… I feel silly… I think I hear him whispering “Hmm...same size as me...”

Benson *giggles* for a second to rid the silence in the air. His tail tags back and forth. Then he says, “Sure meow~ I’ll go get one~” Benson goes towards the closet and digs into it a bit. I...I can’t believe he said yes meow. And that easily too. No one I know would ever do this for me. I feel excited to try one, but also am nervous and scared about it. I hope it’ll be okay... I hear some *crinkling* inside a bag. My friend returns with a diaper in hand. It looks folded up, but the diaper seems to have a light blue ‘tape’ front on it with white stars sprinkled on top.

He says to me, “I got a diaper~ It’ll be fun if you follow a thing or two. I wouldn’t go outside with theses, *giggle*.” That seems obvious to me; no way I would want to be seen in public with theses on... “My mom won’t care though since my boyfriend does it too~. You could go outside, but these diapers won’t likely fit in your very tight pants so you’ll have to leave them off meow~ And let me help change you and clean up~ Is that okay meow~?” I think I have to take off my clothes meow... I look at the orange-white kitty and nod my head in agreement to his rules. I reply to him, “Yeah!”

Benson seems glad to want to change me. “Okay meow~” He looks at the door, probably to make sure it’s closed, then turns his head back at me. “If you want the diaper on, you’ll need your pants and undies off. The shirt can stay on though if you want~” I feel some unease doing this as I would be a naked kitty. I...I don’t think he would do anything bad though, so I go through with it. “O-okay.” I take my clothes off, starting with my pants while unbuckling them and then my undies. I feel cold down there when I do that. Nothing seems bad to me, but I’m nakey. I’m blushing due to thinking about that...and the diaper as well. “Umm...what’s next?”

“Okay. You’ll need to lay on your back meow and bring your legs up. Then I’ll put it on~ You’ll have to lift your butt up at some point to put the diaper under it, if that’s okay. If something feels wrong about it let me know and I’ll stop meow.” Benson seems trustworthy to me. I should be okay naked. I want to remind him though, “Okay. P-please don’t touch my private area though.” Benson seems to understand, saying back to me, “Okay” I lay down with my back on the bare floor and my legs are lifted up a bit.

I see my friend undo the diaper folding in front of me. The diaper and his paw are hard to see after that. “Okay lift your butt up meow~” I do as he asks, lifting it somewhat high. He seems to slip part of the diaper under me. He also grabbed my tail in some way back there but I’m okay with friends touching my tail. “Now back down meow~” I do that and feel padding under my furry behind. It also made that *crinkle* sound. “Good kitty~” he says in appreciation. Then I saw him lift part of the diaper up on the front of my body. I think he pulled the bottom of the diaper up after that to meet with the front but it’s hard to tell. *crinkle* There’s a lot of crinkling though, as well as this tight feeling around my legs. I hear and see him attach a light blue tape to my diaper. I didn’t know diapers had tape on them meow. After that it feels like it fits me. He then tells me that “Almost done meow~ You’ll want to take your paw and go under the leg seams. To make sure they don’t leak~ I can do it if you want.” I reply, “Okay meow, please do it.” And my friend does as he says, taking his paw and going around the leg seams on my diaper. He doesn’t touch my private area at all so it’s okay. “All done meow~ You can get up and do whatever. I have a mirror if you want to see yourself diapered~ :3”

I get up from laying on my back, standing up. *crinkle* I feel like the coldness is gone around my groin, but there’s still a breeze around my lower legs. Other than that this feels really nice mrreow~ It feels so soft and poofy and crinkly against my fur~ I want to grasp the front of my first ever diaper, to know what it feels like~  I place my paw against the front of my diapee and grasp it. *crinkle* It feels like the padding inside rubbed against my private area; it feels good meow. I moan, “M-mrreow~”. Benson has a happy giggle at me, wiggling his tail and looking really excited. Maybe this is what he really hoped to happen tonight. “Do you like it meow~?,” he asks me. The answer is obvious. “M-meow... this feels amazing~” Benson is glad to hear that. “Play with it as much as you want~ I have a mirror if you want to see yourself; you look really cute in a diaper~ We can do other stuff with our diapers on anytime you want. Just let me know cutie~”

“Okay meow~” I feel distracted by my diaper. I keep crinkling it because of how good it feels to me. *crinkle* *crinkle* I then move my paw on my furry behind and squish it a few times there~ *crinkle* T-this is so fun and relaxing~ I can see what he wears diapers every day meow. I should try this more often~ Benson seems to join in, squishing the front of his diaper that is underneath his shorts. *squish~* He enjoys it just as much as I do. I wonder what’s behind the shorts though. Maybe he can take them off too meow~?

I ask him without much thought, “Meow it’d be cute if you took your shorts off too~” Benson giggles and tells me, “Hehe, okay, sure~” My friend does as asked with almost no effort involved. His shorts droop to the ground as he flicks them off with his lower paws towards the bed. Now we both have diapers without pants or shorts on; just a shirt and our diapers~ I look at his diaper and it looks the exact same as my diaper. His diaper seems bigger though and I think it looks used, looking wet on the front. There are these stars on the lower front of my diaper too that are missing on his. I reply upon seeing that, “Aww~ Y-you’re cute too meow~” Benson giggled at me and then walked towards the closet, motioning me to come towards the mirror in there. I walk towards it with him; I’m curious about it myself. I then see my gray diamond-patterned kitty self in the mirror wearing a star-patterned diaper and a white shirt. I really do look adorable like he said~ He is standing behind me with nearly the same diaper and clothes on, except my shirt is collared. If I had a camera and was okay with it, I’d take a picture of this meow.

After that, Benson offered to play a game with him. “Want to play games meow~?” It’s hard to not want to keep touching my diaper, but I want to do other things too meow. I don’t know much about video games, but I reply “Um...Sure!” “Awesome. I’ll get it set up!” *crinkle* He walks, his exposed diaper making crinkly and squishy sounds, in grabbing two fold-up fabric chairs from the closet. Meanwhile, I look out his bedroom window and it looks like the sun is setting. He installs them on the bare floor. Then he turns the TV on, not using the remote like most people do. He flips the video game machine on and the TV screen changes. He has two controllers in his paw that are attached to the console with wires. He offers one to me and I accept it. The buttons and sticks on this thing are unfamiliar to me meow. Benson sits in the chair to the right of me. *crinkle~* And I sit in the other one. *crinkle~* I lay my controller on my poofy diaper. We’re both diapered without our pants on playing video games~

The game boots up. There’s a title on the screen, called ‘Super Kittio Meows’, and it has a cute meow on the screen standing on the ground. Looks like it’s in a red work uniform. It walks towards the right of the screen and it seems like the game keeps its view on the meow. After some seconds the kitty jumps into a pit for some reason. I don’t see that kitty coming back meow... Benson asks me, “It’s a fun platformer~ Want to play this one meow?” No idea what a platformer is. I reply to him, “Yeah” and he smiles at me. “I’ll go first meow~”

Benson presses a button on his controller and the game changes to a small kitty with an ‘x’ near it, and then the number 9. It boots up to the screen I saw at first, but this time it’s different. It feels like he is in control of the worker kitty meow. The kitty moves around the screen jumping on organic creatures. But meow… I… I still have to pee >///<. The urge lessened once I put the diaper on for some reason, but now it’s returning. I set the controller to the side of me and press the against my privates trying to hold it in. *crinkle* It should be okay to pee in my diaper though, right? That’s what its for… to prevent accidents. I feel like there are tears starting to form in my eyes, but I’m not crying. I feel nervous about using my diaper, not knowing how to do so. My body is also not letting me pee. I look back at the TV screen with my paws grasping my peen. The cat jumped on a flag pole sliding down and then it went into what looks like a castle. It seems like he ‘won’ the game, but then another screen popped up with a green meow and a ‘x’ and a number 9. “Your turn meow~ Good luck!” And then the screen changed to a green meow standing there.

“Meow?” says Benson, confused on why nothing is going on. He looks at me struggling with my ‘bladder into my diaper’ problem. I think he understands at that point. “Need to pee meow~?” I look at him with what feels like concern in my furry face, nodding to him. “Y-yeah…” I feel like my body wants me to hold my kitty pee in, but my mind says no. It won’t let me pee. He tells me, “It’s safe to pee in your diaper meow. That’s what it’s for~” I squint my eyes at feeling the soreness down there. I tell him, “M-meow...I want to pee but I can’t.” Benson focuses at me pressing against my diaper. “Oh… Yeah, it’s hard the first time. It’s easier if you stand up meow.” I feel unsure of why that would work, but he knows his diapers. “U-um...okay m-meow.” I get up from my seat, still in soreness from the repeated spurts of pressure down there. I try to pee, but I still feel unready to do so. What will happen if I pee? It...it won’t leak right? He asks me, “Will it help if I’m besides you meow~?” I nod my head up and down as a worried meow. He stands up and comes over and puts his arm on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you~ Just let it all out meow~” I feel comforted by my friend. I try using my diaper again.

*psssssssh~* “Ah...ahh~” I start to feel it come out. That warm feeling of pee from inside me going into my diaper. It’s rather slow since I’m a nervous kitty. I pressed against my diapee where I’m peeing from. *squish~* It made my privates feel very warm meow. If I did this with underwear it would leak for sure, but this feels so good~ I get a hint of my smell coming from down there. Smells like wet pavement as always. Meow this is so much better and more comfortable than peeing my pants~ I continue peeing as Benson rubs my back. “Aww~ Wet kitty~” he says in a teasing way. “Do you like peeing your diaper meow~?” *pssssh~* I continue peeing in my diaper as it starts to expand against my furry legs. “Y-yeah~ F-feels great meow~” I finish my peeing session as it drips from my member into my wet diaper. It feels nice and warm around my crotch. I press against my crotch to see what it feels like. *squish~* *slosh~* It felt great. The warm, wet contents against my crotch is a pleasure to me, and it makes cute sounds too~ *squish~* I squish underneath my diaper as well but I kind of like squishing the front more. The back of my pamps still feel somewhat dry. Benson tells me, “Glad you’re enjoying it~ It’s your turn to play whenever you’re ready, but take all the time you need to squish your wet pampers~ :3” I tell him while blushing, “Okay~”

I took another minute or two playing with myself. I think I heard Benson squish his diaper a couple of times as well. Then I went back to my chair to sit down. *plop~* *squish~* The wetness felt good on my furry behind. I squish my front a couple more times and then I pick up the controller from the side of the chair. These diapers will probably distract me too much from playing. While the diaper feels so warm against me, for far longer than even underwear, I try to move the green meow. I try to use the left stick and the kitty moves in the direction I push it. Benson watches me play, but he seems to also watch the emotions on my face from the love of my wet diaper. I ran into the first enemy I saw and my cat flew off the screen. Benson laughed in an entertained way. “First time?” I reply, “Y-yeah…” “Alright, no problem~ Let me tell you how to play meow~”

After Benson said that, I heard his mom call out outside of the room. “Kids, pizza is here. Time for dinner!” My friend reacted to that and paused the game. “Yay, pizza! I’ll go get it if you want.” I tell him “Sure,” since I kind of don’t want to go outside his room with my diaper on, but his mom will probably find out anyways. He walked out with crinkle and squish sounds going to get the pizza. While I did that, I played with my diaper. *squish~* *crinkle* I rarely have pizza where I live; it’s always ‘rich kids’ food that I’m not much into. Should be yummy meow. He came back with a large pizza box and plates and napkins and sets it on his bed. “Gotta get the milk too. Is milk okay?” I love milk, as most kitties do, so I tell him, “Yeah.” He went out again, with more diaper sounds around him, and then came back with two large glasses of milk. Benson opened the box and it was a large pepperoni pizza. He grabbed a slice and then I did. We both nommed on the pizza. *nom* *gulp* It was really good. I think I had this kind before but I don’t exactly remember. Benson was kind of messy eating his pizza while also trying to play another round of the video game. I seemed to be a lot more cautious of spills eating mine as leaving messes at my house causes me trouble meow. I saw that I had a glass of milk as well. I really want to use my diaper more meow, so maybe milk will help. I grabbed the milk and started drinking it. *slurp* *gulp* I felt the cold milk wash into my belly, where it will soon be kitty pee meow~ Before I knew it, the glass was empty. Oops… I wiped the milk and pizza grease around my mouth. Benson giggled. “Want my glass of milk too meow~?” I felt a bit guilty doing that, so I ask him, “Um...sure...but what will you drink?” He takes out a plastic bottle of water and tells me “This.” “Okay, thank you meow~” I think he knows what I’m thinking and wants me to drink a lot of fluids and see me pee my diaper some more. We ate more pizza for some minutes. I was slower to drink with my second glass of milk. I ate a couple of slices and drank both glasses of milk. Benson ate more pizza than I did. There was about a third of the pizza left. Once Benson ‘beat’ the game again, he went over and closed the pizza box. “Your turn meow, I’ll go put our stuff away~” While he was away, I tried playing again and failed to beat the game the first time.

We played games for about another hour. We switched the game at some point to ‘Penguin Kart’ and played some of that. It was a completely different game to me. We were racing each other instead of moving a meow around the screen. I felt the milk come to me; I had to pee again meow. I finally get to wet my diaper again meow~ After we finished a couple laps of the racing game, I start trying to pee sitting down. It was difficult to pee sitting down, but since I had so much milk…

*PSSSSSSSSH~* “Ahh~” I start to use my diaper like a good kitty~ All of my pee milk went against the front of my diaper, dripping down onto my crotch~ So warm and squishy meow~ I really like how it feels. The peeing sound was audible and we both definitely heard it. I played with my diaper again while peeing in a sitting position. I moan, “Mrrreow~” Benson says, “Hehe~” and then starts to pee himself. *psssssssh~* “Ahh~ Kitty pee~” I can’t tell what goes on in his diaper compared to mine, but both of our diapers are filling up meow~ My diaper feels so bloated and full of kitty urine. “We’re cute, wet diaper kitties meow~” he tells me. I think we both peed for over a minute; and it wasn’t a slow pee. I managed to last a few seconds longer than him. After I finished my pee, I looked down at my diaper and it was hugeeeee meow~ I can’t even see my lower paws down there meow! I squished my large lump that’s my diaper some more~ *SQUISH~* *SLOSH~* There’s so much pressure of wet pavement-smelling pee against my fur. This is so much fun! I never want to wear underwear again meow. Diapers are much better~ Benson tells me while I play with my diaper, “Meow, you filled it up a lot~ But I think it can hold more~” That made me blush as if I accomplished something. We both play with our own diapers for a couple of minutes, squishing in various positions. I ask him, “Can I squish your diaper~?” He seems perfectly okay with that, saying “Sure~ Come squish it meow~” I get up and then grasp my paw on the front of his diaper. Feels a lot like my diaper. He enjoys that, saying “Ahh~ It feels better sometimes when someone else plays with your diaper, not knowing how they’ll play with it. Want me to try on you~?” I feel like I trust Benson with my nine lives at this point. “Um...sure!” He giggles and starts grasping my diaper with both of his paws in various positions. *slosh~* *squish~* It feels amazing. For some reason I’m enjoying it more when he plays with me. I moan out, “Purrrrrr~” I rarely purr like that, and I felt a happy embarrassment upon saying that. He tells me, “Aww, cute kitty~” and then stops playing with me.

About half an hour passes and it’s evening outside. Benson mentions it being late, turning the game off and asking me if I want to watch TV. I agree with that suggestion. We both go to our assigned beds, with him on his mattress and myself on my sleeping bag. I’m having a hard time moving around in my filled diaper, but I eventually get there while he has no issue getting there. We turned the TV on to a cartoon channel, featuring superhero woofs that help others out. We both sit on our squishy, near-full diapers. And then I heard something.

*gurgle~* *frrt~* I farted in my diaper just now. I...um... feel like I have to poop meow. I know peeing is okay but what about pooping? Will Benson mind? He heard that fart because he’s looking at me with a relaxed smile. I then hear a *gurgle~* from his end as well. I tried to ignore it and watch some TV for a minute, but all I can think about now is pooping. Since peeing was okay, I decide to tell him. “Meow...I gotta poop.” Benson giggles and tells me. “Aww~ Me too~” I ask him, “Is...is it okay to poop in the diaper?” Benson nods his head up and down, saying “Yeah, put it all in the diaper~ That’s what it’s for meow~” So I guess you can poop in diapers after all. I feel so nervous about doing it though. I can already tell it’ll be a smelly experience. He can see the ‘looking for advice’ expression on my face. I ask him another question. “Meow...wouldn’t it be smelly?” Benson laughs. “Yeah, of course~ You’ll get used to it though. We both need to go poopy. If it helps out, I can go first if you want and show you how.” I reply to him, “Sure. I’m not sure how.”

Benson got up from his bed, standing in front of me with his back facing me. “Okay~ While you can push it all out any way you want, it’s easiest to poop if you crouch down with your knees bent” He shows me what that position looks like, crouching down. “And then you push meow~”

He shakes his diapered butt at me a bit, with his tail flagged upward. He then tries to push it out, making cute grunting sounds. *gruuuuunt~* *BLOOOORT~* I see a lump forming within, coming towards my face but then drooping down into his diaper. Benson then makes more loads within his pamps, expanding the back of his diaper outward. It starts to smell pretty quickly. It surprised me, so I plugged my nostrils with my paw. I see the imprint of a bigger log come out within his diaper before breaking off into the rest of his contents. “Ahhhhhh~” he moans while shaking his smelly behind and tail at me. “That’s how it’s done meow~ It feels really nice and it’s smelly.” I reply in amazement as I unplug my nostrils, “Ah~” Benson giggles in excitement as he stands up. I can tell that he really wanted to show me himself messing his diaper. I have to ask though. “Um...I’m still nervous...can...can I touch it?” He replies, “Sure meow~” I reach his paw out and grasp the back of his messy diaper under his orange-white tail. *SQUISH~* “Mmmmmf~” I-It’s cute to hear him moan like that meow~ A blast of stinky air comes towards my face, but I start to get used to it. In fact, I think I might actually like it. “Hehe...feels squishy~” I say to him. Benson tells me “Yeah~ It seems like you don’t mind how I smell meow. I try not to poop when others visit me, but if they’re okay with it then I’ll do it~” I’m glad he showed me; I feel less nervous about doing it myself meow. “I wanna try it myself meow~” Benson tells me, “Sure~” I face towards him because I’m a bit nervous sticking my butt in his face and get into the position that I referenced from him. “So it’s like this?” Benson tells me, “Yup~ Then you let it all out meow~” “O-okay meow...here it goes~”

*frrrt~* I flag my gray tail up. I start to make a loud, cute grunting sound as I try to push as hard as I meowfully can. *GRUUUUNT~* *BLOOOOORT~* “M-mrrreow~” I push loads of kitty poop into my diapee like how I saw him do it~ I can feel it bulging behind my rear, going into where my contents should be going to. “A-Aaaaahhhh~ This is great meow~” There’s a heavy lump below my legs. I feel more inside, so I push some more. *GRUUUUNT~* *BLRRRT~* My diaper feels huge all around me. And the warmth all around my lower area is really hot, more than the pee was. I start to become really smelly like my friend: a strong, sulfur smell. It covered the entire room. I continue to make as many logs as I can down there, letting it all out like he says~ Letting it all out into my diapee~ As I push my last log out, It feels full meow. “Much better meowww~” I think my diaper expanded past my knees which I didn’t know was possible. And there’s no accidents either unlike my theater experience back then with messy pants and me crying there. It’s just a fun, stinky experience meow~ And I wish I could do it all over again~

Benson is behind me, seeming rather impressed and excited with his tail wiggling around. “Wow, that’s huge! I only poop that much sometimes. And this is your first time! You’re such a stinky meow!~” I think he’s right; my diaper seems bigger than his. And he does not mind me being stinky at all; I think he enjoys it like I enjoyed his stench. I enjoyed feeling and smelling my contents after that for a minute. He comes closer to me. “We’re both stinky kitties meow~ Want to play with them~?” I think he means our filled diapers. I don’t feel nervous doing things anymore with him; I’m having the time of my life. “Sure, meow~”

After that, we had so much fun together playing with our diapers. I think we played with them for at least an hour. I remember us squishing our filled padding, seeing how it felt on our fur. And how it became more stinky each time that happened. I sat on my furry butt a few times on the bare flooring, but he told me not to squish too hard on the floor as it could fall out. That sounds messy meow so I avoided doing it too hard. At some point we touched each other’s diapers like we did last time. It’s fun to squish poopy diapers meow~ We both rubbed it with our paws as well, from the front to the back. My senses were overwhelmed by all of what happened. What I remember most happening during that hour is when we did a ‘diaper bump’. It’s what it sounds like meow. Sounds like a *SQUISH~* We both took our padded rears and squished them together~ The feeling from that is one I’ll never forget; so warm and smelly~ We did it a couple more times, each time being as good as the last. Overall, it was a blast! I’d do all this stuff every day if I could meow.

After all the fun, it’s almost bedtime. We went back to watching TV, with me on the sleeping bag and him on his bed. It was really stinky in the room. I asked Benson, “It’s really stinky meow~ Can you open the window~?” Benson giggled at me. “I usually don’t when I sleep with a used diaper, but okay~” He did as I asked and I think it’s helping out. I hope the rest of the neighborhood out there doesn’t smell our padded rears though. We watched TV for a bit, but I wanted to feel closer to him. Benson has shown me all this fun to the point where I want to be comforted by him; to sleep by him. It’s not a love relationship but he feels like a very good friend to me. “Hey Benson, can I sleep on the bed with you~?” Benson thinks about that for a second or two. He then smiles while he tells me, “Okay~ You get the left pillow~ We’ll sleep together meow.” I got my stinky butt up to his bed and laid down on it. *SQUISH~* His blankets smell a bit ‘used’, but maybe it’s me. We both watch TV together, but the cartoon changed to something I don’t remember. We start to cuddle together~ After a few minutes I had something in mind, so I ask him “D-Do we sleep with our diapers or change them?” He tells me, “Either one is fine. I’ll change us now or tomorrow if you want that.” I tell him, “I wish I never changed, but tomorrow is fine meow.” He tells me, “Okay~ Might even give you a diaper to take home~ be careful not to let mom see it though.” Without thinking much about the potential consequences, I tell him “Sure~” Eventually, Benson became really tired and had his eyes closed. The TV was still on. I had a lot of fun today meow. One of the best days of my life. I hope I can do this again sometime meow. We cuddled up, with me facing his back and padded rear. It was hard to sleep due to the smell, but the stench of our diapered butts eventually lured me to a deep sleep.