Same-Same, but Diapered Differently By: Monica Vix Black furred hands gently and quickly made up the bed with soft silken sheets, a black lab getting everything nice and romantic for his wife for when she got home. Sam was smiling, unable to stop his tail from wagging as he got in the mood himself, his cock twitching and making a soft bulge in his diaper. The incontinent puppy was more than eager to get into some fun with his wife, especially as the weekend was rolling around again and the two of them would have more time to snuggle up and get all cozy together. Thoughts of holding onto his wife, gently fucking her from behind on the couch while watching cozy movies with her; lust and affection for his pretty kitty wife flooded the puppy's brain more and more as he got the bed all romantic for her. Sam huffed and sat back, his currently dry padding pressing against the bed. His incontinence has posed a problem before, but it never got out of control in any way that genuinely embarrassed the chocolate lab. Moira, his beloved ginger kitty wife, always made comments and joked with him about turning the pup into her own baby because of his need for padding; the jokes never bothered Sam. Sometimes when he thought about her like that - looking up to the feline as she took a motherly role rather than looking down at the shorter woman - the pup could feel a faint heat and arousal throbbing through his sheathed cock. His bright blue eyes watched the flickering faux LED candle light, the warm orange hue reminding him of his wife's fur and of his anticipation for her return from work. The sound of Moira's car pulling into the driveway caught his ear, getting Sam's attention and getting a wide smile on his face. A dark furred paw reached for his phone as we quickly started typing, texting his wife to bring her to their bedroom. The text was filled with a welcome home, a flirty smile emoticon, and a set of lewd subtle teases. To follow up the initial message, Sam typed a 'Come on to bed, wanna give you a good massage inside and out!' and sent it with barely a moment between them. He heard the door unlock and his feline wife stroll into the house, only making his fluffy black tail wag harder and harder! The scent of incense filled the room with the sweet scent of roses, creating such a cozy environment for the two of them; the diapered pup barely able to keep his arousal down enough to even think of what to say when Moira entered. As the door pushed open, the ginger cat walked in. Her heavier set body had a nice set of breasts and plush thighs, a true milf look about how she held herself. Mismatched hetero-chromatic blue and green eyes fixated on Sam, her muzzle turning into a sweet smile as she saw the eager dog on the edge of the silk covered bed. Her eyes trailed to the candles and back to the black puppy, seeing him sitting on the bed in little more than a pumpkin orange hoodie and his simple white diaper. Moira slid inside, her slender fitting business suit hugging her curves as the obvious breadwinner of the pair walked inside, kicking off her heels as she stepped into their lovely little bedroom. "Aw, Sam, you shouldn't have." Moira said in a soft, sweet voice. "Let me guess: you have plans all weekend long? Getting me to watch some of your shows as we cuddle fuck each other's brains out?" The feline tilted her head, her red furred ears perked up as she teased her partner. Blushing, the black dog leaned back and patted the soft bedding next to himself. "I mean, of course? We got close to finishing Carole and Tuesday last night, might as well do it soon." He said with a light chuckle. "Oh! And I got down some wine, if you wanna have a drink before we get to playing. Don't worry, I haven't had anything in an hour or so; we shouldn't have a mess like last time." Sam recalled their last fuck where he accidentally peed on her, unaware of how full his bladder was at the time. "Just what I expected." Moira sighed with a smile and a shake of her head. A navy blue suit jacket rolled off of her shoulders, dropping unceremoniously on the floor as she approached her husband. "A silly pup barely able to think of anything but humping his wife?" The kitty teased. Her knee was pressed into his padding, gently applying pressure to the erect dog dick throbbing away in the dry padding. "I'll pass on the wine, rather have a snuggly pup fuck me silly than drink." Whining softly, Sam draped his arms over the taller feline. He pulled Moira down into a kiss as she started to get on top of him, locking his dark furred lips against the ginger lips of his wife. A sweet moan escaped their mouths as the kiss continued, the chocolate lab using the leverage to pull the ginger cat down to the bed. Curious hands explored the soft fur of the kitty, paws groping and stripping her of a button up white shirt to reveal ivory lace lingerie beneath, gentle and strong ebony puppy paws pressing against the large breasts held back by the cloth. Sam rolled and tumbled on top of Moira, his diapered cock pressing against the navy blue pencil skirt that clung to soft thighs, a bulge in the blank white padding threatening to poke through the incontinence protective potty pants and slip into his wife! A weak little growl escaped the smaller man's mouth during the kiss, trying to assert dominance. Moira's hand grasped against the plush diaper butt and held it at the base of the wagging tail, encouraging Sam to dry hump with the clean padding on. Her rough tongue slipped into his mouth, spit being swapped between their lustful maws with heat rising more and more. Licking, lapping, enjoying the warmth and company of each other in the gentle glow of fake flickering candle light; there was no evening more perfect than this. Sam's hands went from exploring his wife's amazing body to reaching down his own, moving past the comfortable orange hoodie to the white diaper barely hidden beneath, ready to let his erect cock have fun with his beloved. There was something off the canine as he mounted his love, feeling her hands idly roll down his arms and rest against his wrists. Sam slowly pulled away and looked down at her, his big blue eyes staring with evident concern at Moira as he studied her face. She seemed more... indifferent. Typically she was elated to have a weekend of cuddly fun like this? Sam tilted his head and hesitated to talk, freezing up as he saw the hetero-chromatic eyes land on him in a curious gaze. "Are you okay?" He said in a soft, worried tone. The large fluffy tail stopped wagging as he simply rest upon the ginger cat, hands now pressing into the sides of the bed to not crush Moira under his weight. "Is something wrong?" Sam asked again in the same hushed voice. Moira bit her lip and adverted her gaze for a moment, taking in a sharp breath. "Well... I don't want to upset you, honey, but... I'm a little tired of the same old same old." Her voice dropped its quietly excited edge it had as she walked. "We never really... do anything differently, do we? It's always just the same... vanilla sex." She sighed softly as she shifted her hands, holding Sam around his waist. "Oh, uh... is that it?" The black dog tilted his head. "If it's really just boring to do things cock in pussy, maybe I can... get rougher? Would you like that?" Sam's voice rose as if trying to plead with his wife, eager to please the feline he laid on top of. Blue eyes were wide, nervously looking at her as if she was displeased with all of his preparations for the evening. Lip curling in an uncertain groan, Moira rocked her head side to side. "I... I don't know, honey. Sex feels a little... boring, just having you on top." Her voice sounded regretful as she said her piece, the guilt of talking down to her lovely husband like that weighing on her as she was laying it all out. "I love how it feels to play with you. I love you, honey, but... you never want anything different? Try something new?" Moira's mismatched eyes locked onto Sam, studying his face in turn. "I-I, uh..." He hesitated. He never thought about doing anything extra, but now? It felt like he was expected to have another idea, another repressed desire he should share; but when he looked he found nothing. "I... don't really want anything different. But, uh... if you want to try something, I'd be more than happy to give it a shot? If it'll make you happy?" Sam's muzzle turned into an uneasy smile, trying to hide the nervousness rushing through his brain as his wife expressed dissatisfaction to him. Rolling over onto her side and holding Sam close to her larger body, Moira held onto her husband and squeezed him like a plush. "I just... want to feel like I have control. Work is hard and it's like all I do is listen to others." She began to complain, speaking her struggles quietly into the plush fluffy ears of her partner. "It's always just being bossed around and then, when I get home, it's just a weekend of sex after a week of barely doing anything. I-I don't blame you, don't get me wrong, but... I need something to change." The kitty's voice wavered as her words continued, arms squeezing tighter around the body of the diapered dog. "I'm sorry." Sam whispered softly. His hands started to rub her sides and back, trying to comfort Moira as best as he could. "I'm sorry if I didn't really help with any of that. Maybe we should just... try something new? I just don't know what I can do to help, Moira." His voice was defeated, fearful of losing the kitty he snuggled. "Is there anything I can do? I'll listen, I'll do everything I can to make sure you feel like... like you having more control, even if it's just at home and over me. You deserve the world, even if I can't give you it." He tried to joke, his tail halfheartedly wagging behind him and crinkling his diaper. Shrugging her shoulders, the large kitty held her puppy husband close to her body, barely any room between her bare tummy and his plush hoodie. Moira fell quiet as her hand gently ran over his back, caressing Sam and holding onto him as if he would fall away without her support. The chocolate lab snuggled in close, nestling his cool nose against her neck and gingerly licking at the ginger fur to show support in a silent way. The gentle flickering of fake candlelight illuminated the pair as they snuggled, legs slowly entwining within each other as the heat and lust fell away into nothingness; they simply basked in the sweet company of each other's loving embrace. Soft breaths, flesh to flesh, feeling each other's heat and softness of their bodies. Softly rocking back and forth while lying close to each other, laying on their sides and gently wobbling back and forth to snuggle in close. Even if it was an after sex ritual of theirs, it felt right to simply accept the gentle rocking and get all cozy next to each other. "Maybe... I can try to top?" Moira spoke softly, as if her purring voice would disrupt the softness of the little scene. "Just... need a minute to feel up for it. Maybe I should... try to be more assertive. I'm sorry I kept this all bottled in for the last few months." Her quiet confession was purred into the soft ears of her lover. Shaking his head slowly, Sam pulled away from her neck. "You don't have to apologize for anything, sweetie. And of course I'll let you top; I just need to learn how to bottom." He said with a gentle smile, showing off his pretty white teeth to the ginger kitty. "What... did you have in mind? I'm open to anything, if it'll help you feel better." He spoke so earnestly, so passionately about supporting his wife and making her feel happy in any way he could. Sam's affection got loud purrs from Moira. "Would... would it be in bad taste to ask about diaper things?" Moira hesitated, restrained against herself as she spoke. "I-I've, uh... when I had time off have looked at videos of diapered adults having fun, like we do, and it's... weird how much it turns me on. The way they talk to each other in babyish voices or talking down to others like they're 'full adults,' or whatever..." The ginger hands squeezed against the soft body of her lover, holding Sam tight. "It feels wrong to ask for that, with you being... well... diapered for anything going forward, but that's all I've wanted for... uh... over half a year?" She hesitated, struggling to say the words of disliking their normal, vanilla sex weekends for months on end. Sam was clearly caught off guard with her request. He blinked those pretty blue eyes slowly, tilting his head as he stared at his wife. "I-I, uh... that's the... last thing I expected." The puppy said with an uncertain smile. "Do you really think just... changing up our weekend can fix things for you? Make you happier when you get home and relax?" His pitch rose as he spoke, leaning into the question with intent. "Maybe? Maybe we just... need a change. Try to grow in a new direction." Moira said. "I already make more money than you; maybe I should try to be the... dominant in the household." There was a shaky, enthusiastic smile on her face, as if her newfound love and lust for being in control of her husband was the missing piece to her genuine joy. "Sam? Honey?" Moira purred, "Do you think you can call me mommy? See how it feels?" The ginger cat was practically shaking in anticipation at the idea of her lovely husband calling her by a new title. Blush filled the dark furred face of her lover, the intensity of anticipated desire catching Sam off guard. The simple force of personality that Moira had was getting him excited, too! "Y-yes, mommy?" He said skeptically at first, blue eyes widened as he felt himself get excited from the words that rolled off his tongue. "O-oh, huh, that... that does feel kinda nice." Sam stammered. "Do you like it? Mommy Moira?" He looked up with a shy smile, feeling his cock bulging up against the soft cotton of his diaper front into her panties. "Mmm~" Moira moaned softly, a sweet purr on her lips as she squeezed her husband tight. "Gods that feels good~" She could barely constrain her enthusiasm as she ground her covered crotch against his diaper, making the plastic outer layer crinkle under her pressure as she teased Sam's canine cock within. "Tell mommy what you want, baby. Maybe... maybe I'll give you what you want~" Moira's voice dropped an octave as she spoke, as if she was trying to put on a voice that she heard in a porno. A surprised gasp escaped the lewd lips of her husband, his pale blue eyes wider than dinner plates as he was teased relentlessly. Sam had no idea his wife had this in her, stuck looking up into those hetero-chromatic eyes with nothing but pure lust in his gaze. Words couldn't be formed from his dark furred mouth as he held onto her tight, digging his paws into her ginger furred waist and grappling onto Moira as if she was going to fly away. With little more than a quiet whine and a restrained moan, Sam started to hump his diapered crotch against Moira's white panties, begging her with his eyes to have some lewd fun with her like they've done before. The warmth, the scent; it was flooding all through Sam's head and making it very confusing to feel so submissive despite doing what he typically did! The sound of crinkling diaper highlighted by the eager giggling of the ginger cat only made the chocolate lab's tail go crazy with wagging, showing all of his enjoyment to his wife he called mommy. "Aw, sweet little pup too small to use big boy words?" Moira chastised in a very showy voice, trying too hard to be the dominant 'milf' in their relationship now. "Roll over, Sam. You don't get humpy time yet, sweetheart. Let mommy help you with your little problem, okay?" The ginger cat said while purring the entire way through. Her long noodle like orange tail waved in the air behind her, a lewd spot of arousal growing in her ivory panties. Sam's cock throbbed hard into the soft cotton of his diaper, getting the pup surprised by how much power Moira put into every word! Her motherly dominant voice was becoming more natural, too, instead of a cartoon-y porn version of the inflection and powerful words. He could barely pull himself to disobey his lovely wife! Huffing, groaning, Sam slowly rolled over in her arms, his orange hoodie brushing up against the loving embrace of his wife as his crinkly diaper continued to make quiet a racket. Snuggling into their bed once again, the incontinent labrador pushed his padded butt back against the soft crotch of his wife, a pussy covered in sweet panties he wasn't allowed to hump for now. A soft gasp squeaked from Sam's muzzle as he felt the firm hand of his new mommy wife groping the front of the diaper, squishing the cotton material into his erect cock and massaging it through the padding. "There you go, there's my good boy~" Moira moaned into Sam's ear, her feline fangs teasing against the floppy edge of his ears. "I know you like mommy's pussy, but we need to keep you in your potty pants for now, okay? If you make a mess, I'd be sure to change you. And... maybe ride you during it~" The sweet purring and aggressively sexual words spoken as if they were normal was a contrasting juxtaposition that only made the lust and heat in her husband boil over! Soft squeals and whines escaped Sam's mouth as his hands fidgeted in front of him, grasping onto the pillow and bedspread as he was unsure of what to do with his hands while being touched so passionately. "F-fuck... s-so good..." the lab barely squeaked as he was rubbed through her dry diaper, a tiny bead of precum becoming visible in the cotton through the translucent plastic cover. "Thank you, mommy... thank you, mommy..." Sam could barely stop himself from humping into Moira's hand, grinding his twitching cock through soft cotton into the warm embrace of her firm paw. "Oh? Was that a swear, sweetie?" Moira cooed, trying her best to sound dominant and all powerful to the puppy she loomed over. "Does my precious little puppy need a spanking on his padded butt?" She said in the most demeaning tone she could, rubbing and groping her husband's diaper more and more as he whined. Shaking his head, Sam could barely stop humping into her palm, almost making it so Moira barely had to do anything but hold her hand steady. "N-no... I don't, mm... I don't need a spanking, mommy!" Sam's enthusiasm got the better of him as he squirted another little puddle of warm precum into his padding, high pitch whines and moans squealing form his mouth as his tail couldn't stop wagging. Just being demeaned and chastised felt so good! He was begging to having second thoughts about ever being the top again. Without a word, Moira pulled her hips back slowly, continuing to hold Sam's padded crotch in her hand. Huffing, taking a breath in anticipation, the ginger cat thrust into her puppy husband! She made his body quiver under her weight as she thrust into his butt as if breeding him the way he's done to her before, holding him close against her body and pressing the soft cotton padding into his warm crotch. Sam couldn't stop himself from moaning, whining against the hard slap of her barely clothed crotch against his cushioned butt, tail continuously wagging as he looked over his shoulder. It was hard not to show his arousal as she made him her bitch, humping into a diaper for the first time. His cock continued to twitch and sputter from the combined sensations of rubs and humps against his body, driving Sam crazy with pleasure! It built and built, boiling over as his blue eyes crossed and he let out a restrained moan through his teeth, orgasming hard into the loving hand of the woman who held him. Twitching, gasping, barely able to think as his cum filled the inner soft cotton of the diaper, Sam was completely at the will of his lovely ginger kitty. Struck with lust and awe, the puppy could hardly bring himself to hump even a moment more, the orgasm shaking him to his very core! It was embarrassing to cum as hard as he did, spilling his entire load into his own padding for the first time ever. Sam reveled in the sweet embarrassment and vulnerability at the hands of his wife. Hands gently rolled from the cum soaked diaper up the soft hoodie to rub Sam's tummy, Moira gently cooing into his ear with a lustful purr. "Good boy~ Such a good boy for mommy, making stickies in your potty pants~" She moaned into his floppy ear, gingerly taking it into her mouth and nibbling on the tip of his ear. "I-I'm a good boy..." Sam panted, barely able to keep himself grounded to the forever altered, amazing reality he found himself in. "I'm a good boy for mommy..." He moaned softly with the bite to his ear, tail continuing to wag like crazy against her tummy. Giggling softly, Moira slipped one of her hands down to her panties, slowly pulling the dark cloth away from her orange furred body. "Would you like to be even better? Start licking me and helping me have stickies all over your face? We've... rarely done that before; mommy wants to try it again~" She cooed, hesitating on pushing Sam to go too far. "We can stop here if my little man wants~" Moira gave her husband an out from this new, different play time. Sam didn't need any more encouragement or requests to get to work, pulling himself away from Moira's loving embrace and rolling onto his stomach. With a huff and groan, the black furred dog pulled himself to his feet, his cock still making a bulging tent in the soft diaper he wore. Walking around the bed to be on his wife's side, Sam would slowly kneel down against the carpeted floor, looking up with his big blue eyes. His tongue lulled out of his mouth, drooling and already very eager to serve his mommy wife Moira. Locking eyes with the hetero-chromatic woman sent a shiver down his spine; it was a sense of pure submission like never before as he stared at her perfect eyes, loving the sheer power and newfound fire in her lustful heat. Pulling his arms up to his chest, the chocolate lab started begging, pleading for his mommy's attention, all for the simple taste of her pussy on his tongue. Moira's eyes grew wide at seeing the sheer enthusiasm on her husband's face as he sat before her, only able to look at him with a look over her shoulder. Rolling over, dramatically throwing her legs off the edge of the bed, the orange cat looked down at her love. Seeing the pure desire burning a way in his brain was amazing, the way that he even pulled up the hoodie a tiny amount to show off his padding more only making the butterflies of love rise in her stomach. It was hard not to smile when looking at Sam, a sweet grin growing on her face as she gazed lovingly at the precious pup before her. "Alright, honey." Moira sighed softly. She rolled off her ivory colored lace bra and let her sizable breasts free from their prison. "Do you think you can help me take off my panties, sweetie?" She asked with a lustful huff, faltering in her dominant status while being presented the opportunity for intimate pleasure herself. As Sam did as she asked, she smiled and chuckled. "Maybe we should get you more babyish stuff, huh? Any plushies you'd like for being such a good boy?" Moira teased, leaning in to ruffle his hair. Shuddering and nuzzling into the rubs on his head, Sam closed his eyes for barely a moment as he pulled her panties down. "Y-you're, uh... really going all in on this, huh? Well... I like it! It's nice seeing you from down here for a change." He joked with a smile, elated with pure bliss. "How... far are we gonna go with it?" He said in a slightly worried tone, leaning his face between the soft thighs. "W-well, uh... depends on how far you'll let me go?" Moira said softly, trying not to scare off her husband. "Here, hold my hand. I'll start listing ideas I had and you can squeeze when you really like it? Let me know what you'd want going forward?" She offered, reaching her hand down from his head to rest in her lap just a handful of inches away from Sam's soft paw. Sam nodded and took her hand, squeezing her paw tight as he dug his head up close against the dripping, lewd pussy before him. His rough canine tongue rolled over the lovely lips of her body, licking as she trembled under the warmth and wetness of his tongue: a surefire sign he was doing something right. Moira held both Sam's hand and head, gently encouraging the chocolate lab to dig into his fresh meal of mommy's pussy. Soft whines, moans, and purrs escaped Moira's mouth as the soft pup between her thighs continued to lick and slurp across her outer folds. Feeling like she had to return the favor, her foot paw was pressed against the diapered crotch of her husband, teasing the still erect cock through the cum soaked padding! "W-well, uh... I was thinking about getting you plushies to hump and snuggle with? I know you said you grew up without some, so I want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible with more friends to diaper hump." Moira teased softly, speaking in bated breath as she was eaten out. "Yea, yea, I know I'm... I'm starting easy~" She sighed as she felt her husband's paw squeeze around hers. "What about new outfits? Maybe some... more feminine stuff, like dresses and skirts?" Moira suggested, getting a response of a slightly weaker squeeze, showing Sam's less than enthusiastic interest in it. "Well, maybe if we go shopping and see a sale... what about, uh... a pacifier?" She moaned as she felt the hand squeeze harder, the tongue plunging into her folds deeper and kissing her inner warmth. "S-so eager! Good boy!" Moira praised, "What about getting some bondage stuff? Gloves, booties, making you temporarily helpless with mommy to watch you?" Sam's hand squeezed against hers as she suggested it, a happy and eager whine from his mouth full of his wife's pussy. Moira's ecstatic moans were highlighted by the loud slurping of her love, the rough tongue delving deeper and deeper into the moist cave of a tight cat pussy. Ginger thighs gently squeezed around the chocolate lab's head, holding him firmly snout deep in the lustful tunnel. Sweet noises of pure pleasure rose from the two of them as the curious tongue slurped all the way to the cervix, barely caressing it, and a foot paw pressed into cum soaked padding. Moira's brain was faltering for any more suggestions, too swept up in the moment. Then, suddenly, the pair both felt a warmth growing and radiating through the cotton padding. Sam's bladder has spoken up, the incontinent pup letting a stream of warm yellow pee into his padding without any choice in the matter, the warmth radiating all over his wife's paw as it was nestled against the dripping cock. Overcome in embarrassment, Sam sought to dig his face deeper into the soft legs of his wife, face burning up with blush just as warm as his peed diaper. Meanwhile, Moira's lips turned into a sweet smile, one that was dreaming of this very moment to fulfill her teasing, perverted fantasies with her husband. A sharp giggle cut through the air, being cutoff itself by a sweet moan as Sam's rough tongue rubbed against her cervix. "S-Sam, darling~" Moira cooed happily. "Do you think I could change your diaper, honey? We can even order you printed padding! Only the best for mommy's perfect puppy boy, right?" The feline found her footing with teasing relentlessly once more. Her thumb rolled over the back of Sam's hand as his paw squeezed against hers. "Good boy! Such a good b- ahhh~" Moira orgasmed as she was teasing, splashing her lewd juices all over the black furred face of her lovely husband. Thighs squeezed closer as cum filled his mouth, exploding in bliss like a water balloon. A moment more and those orange thighs opened and her hand was retracted from Sam's head, going up to start groping her breast to ride out the coattails of her orgasm. "Moira, mommy..." The chocolate lab gasped and panted as he pulled away from her vice grip of powerful thighs, looking up in bliss. "D-do you, uh, know how to change a diaper?" He asked as if teasing her, still blushing madly all over his face. "I-" Moira was caught by surprise. First, her eyes widened in realization, then narrowed in a motherly scolding glare, then lastly softened into an affectionate and love-struck look. "No, honey. But I can definitely learn to help you out. You'll be a big help to me, right?" The kitty spoke as if she wasn't just eaten out. Her breath was heavy and erratic as she was coming down from her high, an uneasy and quivering hand rolling against the dark furred head of her puppy husband. Slowly getting to his feet, Sam showed off his yellowed diaper with a twitching canine cock still making a tenting bulge in the front. Offering a hand to his wife and helping Moira to her feet, the shorter dog started to lead her away to the other end of the bedroom. "And, uh, printed diapers? That's a thing?" He asked genuinely curiously, looking over his shoulder at his wife. "You really like this stuff, don't you? Was me... being incontinent something that you found hot when we met?" Sam's voice sounded conflicted. "Well, not back when we met, but..." The taller ginger cat stood behind Sam, watching him bend over and show off his plush padding as he grabbed a fresh diaper. "It really grew on me, I guess. Oh, go on and hop up, I can at least get a diaper off!" Moira was all too eager to help her husband with his padding for the first time, patting the fainting couch right next to his stash of adult diapers. Being pushed onto the couch, Sam huffed as he fell back against the curved furniture, looking up at his wife with a slight smile. "W-well, this does make me feel... less... weird about wearing them all the time. It's... nice that you enjoy this so much, maybe even... a lot more than me?" Sam chuckled as he watched his wife pull off the tapes and discard the diaper to the side, offering her the new clean padding. "A-and, uh, you don't need to try to make me cum again. Once is enough. That one already took a hell of a lot out of me." "A what of a lot?" Moira focused her gaze on Sam, intentionally being a bit over the top about the no cursing or use of bad words. "I'll let it slide, but no more bad words for you at home, sweetie~" The kitty said unfurling the diaper and fluffing it up from the sides, slowly sliding it under the soft butt of her lovely pup. "Do you like it when I tell you off like that?" Her voice dropped to a soft whisper as she asked. Nodding slowly, Sam could barely hide his smile. "It's a little weird, but... I really like seeing you take so much control like this. It's so... unlike you; I can't NOT be interested in where this goes!" He was enthusiastic about their new take on the same old relationship. "O-oh, uh, fold the front to the back and use the bottom tapes first, then readjust and use the top ones. Makes it fit more snugly." The chocolate lab corrected his partner as she diapered him "Honestly, I'm just glad you're agreeing to try something new! It feels... nice to try this." Moira sighed in a dreamy, semi delirious state as she diapered Sam right after having one of the best, most fulfilling orgasms. "Husband in the streets, my precious pampered pup in the sheets~" The ginger kitty cooed, applying the tapes correctly to the plush, clean padding Leaning up as his diaper was reapplied, Sam stopped talking. The chocolate lab exchanged words for a more direct for of appreciation of his wife, slipping up closer to her to press his lips gently against hers. Moira accepted the gift of a kiss and slipped one hand to the back of his head, fingers digging into the coarse fur and holding her love as if he would slip away. Each of them broke the kiss after barely a moment, gazing into each other's eyes for a second more as they smiled. Things felt different, of course, but they were the same lovers who met years ago and clicked like perfectly crafted gears. Even if the dynamic was flipped on its head like a burger, the love and desire for each other's company and enjoyment was still present in the loving gaze between their eager, excitable eyes.