A sunny day looms over a rundown shack in the town of Runsdown. The shack is where a trio of young brothers live. They consist of an eleven year old Growlithe named Victor, a nine year old Houndour named Bonead, and a seven year old Poochyena named Fang. They live a rough life, having little money to spend and living in inadequate housing. Their clothing reflects that as they wear patchworked jeans and torn shirts. Today is the weekend for them, which means no school.

Victor and Bonead are coming back to the shack from foraging for stuff and goods around the town. The Growlithe is dragging a decent-sized rectangular package as the Houndour reaches for the shack keys. A few seconds later, they get the package to the door as Bonead unlocks the door. *creak~* Houndour pushes the door open as they both go inside, looking excited about their findings.

"I can't believe it!" says Victor, "Can't believe we found packs of diapers sitting right behind the store." "Yeah! Lots of diapers!" replies Bonead. "Too many diapers... Let's open them up; see what's inside!" replies the Growlithe. He spends little time at all ripping up the packaging with his sharp claws, opening up the diaper package as diapers are exposed from being tightly packed inside. The middle-aged Growlithe grabs a diaper with his right paw. *crinkle* He unfolds the diaper, looking at it with his brown eyes.

"Huh... they seem pretty small..." says Victor. "Very small," replies Bonead. "That stinks; Maybe they fit your butt, Bonehead." "Um, maybe?" The Growlithe places the unfolded diaper on the floor, motioning for the Houndour to sit on it. *crinkle* He does as instructed, sitting his fat toosh on it. Victor tries to bring the front and the back of the diaper upward, trying to measure it on Bonead. Even stretching the diaper ends a bit, they don't seem to fit at all on the pup.

"Agh. Doesn't fit. I really thought our bathroom issues would be over with," says Victor. "Eh. I don't wanna wear pamps anyways," replies Bonead. "It's better than all the toilet paper we have to buy. It's using the little money that we have up."

As the two were chatting, a small Poochyena opens his (broken) bedroom door; looking like he has a hard time walking. He has his left paw on his groin, looking worried. "Agh... potty..." The poor pooch stumbles across the hallway, trying to get to the bathroom. The bathroom is across the living room where the other two brothers are.

The two continue talking. Victor mentions, "Maybe these will fit the little tyke." "Yeah! Maybe they will," replies Bonead. "If our little bro could wear them, that would be gr-" As Victor talks, he sees Fang enter the living room, staring his sights towards the bathroom door. Fang sees the two in what looks like them playing with diapers, with Bonead being on top of an unwrapped one.

"Hey Fang. Come over here for a sec..." asks Victor. "Um..." Fang struggles with the weight in his groin, trying to push itself out of him. "After I go pott-" Victor and Bonead both develop a small, evil-looking smile on their faces, as if they were wanting something. "It'll be quick. It's important~." Fang shakes in place for a bit, then slowly struggles over to where the two are. "Okay... Make it quick please. I gotta go really bad." "Sure thing," replies Victor.

"Hey! Look at what we dug up!" says an excited Bonead as he wags his tail back and forth. He puts his paw on the diaper package, grasping it a bit as it makes *crinkle* sounds. "Huh?" Fang tilts his head in wonder, "Where did you get all these diapers from?" Victor responds, "For some reason there's a whole dumpster of these behind the grocery store. They aren't even opened!" The Poochyena replies, giggling a little bit. "Are you trying them on? I never expected you two to want to try diapers." Bonead joins in, "Yeah... they don't really fit us. Maybe they'll fit you though!"

Fang's body shakes upon hearing that. He feels poop in his colon, feeling very hot and wanting to escape. He tries clenching his butt to hold it in. He becomes worried, blushing a bit. "N-No way! My friends will laugh and bully me... They'll call me a little kid!" "But you are a little kid," replies Victor, "You're only seven and in the second grade. They won't bully you." Fang continues to struggle with his internal issues, keeping his paws down there and bending his knees close to each other. "T-They won't?" Victor grabs a diaper with his left paw from the packaging. *crinkle* "Nah, they won't. Little kids don't care about diapers at their age." Fang thinks to himself, "U-Ummm..."

The Growlite walks closer towards, with pamp in paw, his little brother and puts his free front paw on Fang's shoulder. "Tell ya what. If you decide to keep wearing diapers and not use the toilet anymore, me and Bonehead here will fetch the rest of those diapers for you. There's probably enough diapers behind the store to last you for a year~!" The poor Poochyena starts to feel really sore near his butthole; having a really hard time keeping his poop in. "A whole entire year!" yells an excited Houndour. "So..." Victor gives an honest-looking smile towards his little brother, crinkling the diaper with his paw. "What do you say~?"

"I..." The small Poochyena blushes heavily. "I-I gotta poop..." Fang closes his eyes shut, squinting them. He squats down with Victor's paw still on his shoulder and starts grunting. *hnnnNNNNG* *frrrrrt~* Some warm mess erects from his anus, pushing on his underwear and quickly staining it. The blob of poop grows bigger in his underwear, creating a small bulge on the rear of his pants that fit tight on him. "Ahhh~..." He feels instant relief and relaxation in letting his mess go. His bulge loosens from the back of his underwear, drooping down below his balls and creating a weight on his underwear. He catches a quick breath and grunts some more. *HNNNNNG~* *BLOOOOOORT~* Some more bulges form in his pants as the stinky Poochyena continues to excrete his waste. A bit of mess escapes his underwear, landing on his thighs. As he keeps pooping, his shit collects into a decent-sized lump in his pants. The living room starts to smell really bad. The stench was almost visible to the naked eye, smelling mostly like dog poop but a bit like sour milk. Bonead seems to be giggling and wagging his tail, not caring about the smell too much. Victor takes his paw off Fang's shoulder and plugs his nostrils with it. He holds his breath and exerts himself once more. *FRRRRRRRT~* A large log comes out from his butt, larger than the rest of his mess, stretching his underwear and pants out more than they should be. It drops in his undies due to the heavy amount of mass it has; leaving a large weight between the rear of his pants and the bottom of his ballsack. "Ahhhhhhhh~." The pooch looks so relieved and blushed, really enjoying his usage of his pants as a personal toilet.

"Not again..." says Victor. Houndour keeps giggling like crazy for several seconds. "Heheheh! What a smelly bab!" The relaxation does not last too long. As Fang realizes what he did with his second-oldest brother joking around towards him, he starts to feel sad, forming teardrops near the edges of his eyes. *sniffle* Victor unplugs his nostrils, waving the smell around a bit with the diaper his paw is attached to. Fang starts crying "Wahhh!"

"There, there..." Victor pets the poor, sad puppy on his head. "It's okay. Everything is fine. We aren't laughing at you." Victor turns towards the Houndour, yelling a bit. "Isn't that right, Bonehead?" Bonead suddenly stops laughing, looking a bit frightened, giving a small whine. The waterworks continue. Victor tries to comfort him with more head pats and verbal comforting, with Bonead being quiet and regretting his actions.

About a minute passes until Victor has an idea. He decides to stop petting Fang's head. He turns towards a different place instead to pet him. *squish* *smoosh* Victor pets Fang's messy butt, hoping it calms him down.

*sniffle* "Ahh~." *sniffle* "...Ahhhhhh~." It calmed the poor messy pup down after a few squishies from his older brother; but it also made the room really stinky, stinging all of their nostrils. "Feel better?" asks Victor. *sniffle* "Y-yeah... That squishing you're doing feels really warm and soothing on my butt." "Great! We'll get you cleaned up." He looks towards Bonead again. "Bonehead, come clean up his clothes again while I get him changed." The Houndour looks a bit dissatisfied with the request, but he wants to help his brothers. "Okay." He walks towards the other two, preparing to take off Fang's messy, stinky clothes.

About twenty minutes pass as Bonehead washes Fang's stained clothes and Victor tries to comfort the Poochyena, looking for fresh clothing for him to wear in his drawers. Victor (somehow) still has the diaper in his paw next to Fang, who is currently naked. "This is why you need diapers," says Victor to Fang. "You can't hold waste in well, so I'd like you to wear them. It would save us what little money we have on toilet paper, clothes, and the toilet that seems to keep breaking." Fang seems calmed down from before, asking "Okay. I'll wear them. But why can't I hold my waste in? How come I need diapers and others don't?" Victor thinks a bit on how to reply to that. Then he says, "Because... because you're special." Fang looks confused. "Because I'm... special?" "Yeah! Because you're my special little bro!" He hugs the naked Poochyena with his paws. Fang returns the hug. They both look happy.

As they finish hugging each other, Bonead comes in with a wet pair of pants that still need to dry, but are recently cleaned. He tells both of them, "These pants wash really well! Not ruined at all! I don't remember Fang having pants like these. Either of you know where these came from?" "I have no idea," replies Victor. Fang thinks for a few seconds, comes up with a thought, and then replies "Yeah! My Espurr friend gave them to me!"