“It’s weird,” Sebastian reiterated apprehensively. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“It’s not weird,” Maxwell reassured him, placing a lightly furred paw on whitetail deer’s shoulder. “It’s just another job. A well paying one too. You can’t back out now. Isn’t getting regular jobs like this what you’ve been working so hard for?”

“Not...this!” The other anthro articulated with some difficulty almost thrashing about nervously. He spoke softly through gritted teeth, ears drooping and head slumping between his shoulders. He appreciated his boyfriend’s attempt to mollify his anxiety, even if it was in vain. The stag felt his face grow vexingly warm just thinking about what near future held. “It’s embarrassing,” he added in an unnecessarily hushed voice.

“What is? Having a body hot enough that they want to photograph it nearly naked? You spent so many hours in the gym for that reason. It’s no different than shooting an underwear or swimsuit ad,” the red squirrel said with a supportive wink, trying his best to encourage the cervine.

“I’d look hot in those. This is different,” his lover admitted. “I just know that all our friends are going to see it too. Everyone’s going to see it.” He’d been so excited about finally being offered a modeling position after sending out his portfolio to every agency that he could for months that he didn’t let himself really think about what he was signing up for until the day of the shoot drew near. As they sat in the car, parked outside the studio, the buck fought to keep himself from hyperventilating.

“That’s the point!” the rodent stated enthusiastically with a genuine and comforting smile. “It’s good for your career. The worst thing that’ll happen with the guys is that a few of them will crack some jokes for a while, but secretly they’re just be jealous that you got paid to strip down in front of a camera and they didn’t. They’ll forget about it in a few weeks. I promise.”

The aspiring model exhaled a deep breath to steel himself as his companion straightened the collar of his shirt for him and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Sebastian stared into partner’s vibrant orange eyes for a moment before ultimately gulping and tiling his chin in a resolved nod.

The couple walked into the studio and checked in at the reception desk. Maxwell held his submissive’s paw to steady his rattled nerves as they were kept waiting for several minutes before a smartly dressed female grizzly bear with a tablet strode purposefully into the lobby and called their names. She lead the pair backstage as she chatted away a mile a minute about the timeline and ins and outs of the upcoming shoot. Despite it being his first real gig in the industry and knowing that he should be paying attention, the uneasy deer was so on edge that he could hardly focus on a single word she was saying. Eventually she brought her new employee to a long hallway containing the doors to the green room and dressing room, amongst others.

The squirrel kissed his lover goodbye and followed the director toward the stage where the shoot was going to occur and busied himself by fiddling with his phone while he waited.

A small civet with sharp, angular features awaited the buck within the dressing room. He had a tray of brushes, combs, scissors, powders, and sprays on a hip-height table next to him, ready to groom his ward to perfection. He gave a pretentious flourish of his sylphlike paw, motioning for Sebastian to come stand before a full length, three-way mirror. Behind the stylist he could see a series of several sizes and styles of packages of adult diapers. Actually seeing what he would soon be wearing in front of a camera to be immortalized on film made him feel a bit faint, and the realization that he had actually signed up to model for a company selling bladder protection fully sank in.

“Come on, darling. Strip down. We’ve not got all day,” he ordered with an unplaceable accent while smoothing down an out of place strand of fur as his unsure client slowly approached. With marginal hesitation, Sebastian disrobed and laid his clothing in a neat, folded pile on the floor next to him, fretfully revealing his body. The groom leaned this way and that, circling the nude cervine and examining every inch of him. He stroked his claws through the stag’s pelt and had him lift his limbs to various poses to see how his fur naturally fell.

The stag was bashful and silent throughout the ordeal. He wasn’t embarrassed of his body or unused to being seen naked, though, as his regular exercise to keep his physique in top form for modeling jobs saw to both of those. He was merely unused to being scrutinized in such great detail. He tried to studied himself in the glass and ignore the other male to keep from squirming too much.

The whitetail deer was tall, standing at just over six feet before taking the spread of his antlers into account, which bloomed into a sixteen-inch wide span that ended in four points each that year and added nearly a foot of height. It was well into summer and their fuzzy suede feel of springtime had long since hardened into a strong wooden texture. Sebastian’s pelt was predominately snowy with irregular patches and streaks of smokey gray along his his back and sides. From the shoulders up his fur hung silver and thick, almost shaggy. The piercing crystal of his eyes stood out starkly from their drab surroundings. The skin of his nose and his inner ears were a fleshy peach. The anthro’s legs ended by flaring into in wide, cloven ebony hooves. His form was sleek, with just enough tone for the outline of his muscles to be faintly visible beneath his pale fur. His impressive sheath and hefty sac were fully on display. Due to his perky, upturned spade-shaped tail, so too was the fleshy ring of his ass, which he silently lamented. 

After entirely too long fussing over every little detail of his appearance the flamboyant mustelid selected his tools and got to work. For what felt like ages, the civet groomed every bit of him, seemingly without any concern for his ward’s modesty. At times his fur-dresser was wholly too close to his rump or groin for comfort and it was only due to the sheer awkwardness of the situation that he didn’t become erect when the fur on his hips near his sheath was repeatedly fluffed and brushed smooth.

“All right,” he stated, finally stepping back a few paces to get a fuller view of his handiwork. “Let’s get one of these things on you. They gave me a few choices to work with.” He turned casually and sashayed toward a counter that held the many stacks of adult diapers. Carefully, he selected one after brief consideration and sliced open a plastic package with a deft claw. “I have white, grey, pink, and blue. The white and gray are going to be lost against your fur and the pink will be dreadfully garish, but but the sky-blue will make those beautiful icy eyes of yours stand out, love,” he explained as he pulled free a large, crinkly diaper. “Plus, the blue has the most adorable white paw-print pattern on it.” He held the disposable garment at arm’s length toward Sebastian and contrasted it against his fur. “Perfect!” The civet declared proudly.

“I think I can handle putting it on,” the naked buck proposed, trying not to blush.

“That’s precious. I bet that you think that you can,” the mustelid replied matter-of-factly, “but you’re not going to. It isn’t enough that you just wear it, it has to look perfect. This will be easier if you lay down. There is a couch against the wall over there. Once you’re on it, lift your ass for me.”

The chagrined cervine did as he he was told and ambled over to the couch to lay down, followed closely by his groomer leaned over his prone form impatiently. He planted his hooves on the cushions and inelegantly raised his hips while supporting his upper half on his forearms. Pointedly, he looked away as he positioned his crotch uncomfortably close to the other male’s muzzle. The civet slid the excessively thick padding beneath Sebastian’s tail with casual precision. He began to tape up the diaper, occasionally instructing his client with a quick word or motion to move or twist and turn. All the while the leucistic deer was horribly flustered by the experience.

“This is a bit embarrassing,” he uttered to break the choked silence that had developed during the humiliating episode.

“Not for me. This isn’t the first ad of this type I’ve helped with and it certainly won’t be the last. I’ll make sure you’re perfect. Trust me. I’m an expert. Now then, stand,” the haughty stylist commanded. 

The model obeyed and stood as still and patient as he was able to while the civet fidgeted around his waist, continually stripping away the loud tapes and refastening them with differences so minute that Sebastian couldn’t even keep track of how little the changes were. At last, he stood and leaned back. The fur-dresser stared hard for several tense seconds before he eventually nodded, apparently pleased with his work. He quickly snatched an aerosol can from his pile of equipment proceeded to fiercely spray the stag with a pungent mist. He explained, as the noxious cloud enveloped the unprepared whitetail, that the product would supposedly stop his both his fur and his attire from moving or creasing inappropriately. In an instant, he experienced its effects take hold and felt as though there were a thin, stiff shell around every strand of his fur. It was a disagreeable sensation that made him feel artificial. 

“You get used to it,” the civet commented with a playful leer.

Sebastian caught sight of himself again in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. The vibrant splash of artic blue indeed stood out against his ashen coat. The plastic backing of the adsorbent underwear was glossy and the four, rectangular white tapes that held the substantial diaper to his hips were immaculately placed and so bold that they fell just short of ostentatious. The padding fit more snugly around his sheath than he expected, but not troubling so. The view caused something to stir within the pit of his stomach, an unplaceable unease. He tried smiling faintly at himself as he twisted his torso to catch a glimpse of his padded rear and the corners of his muzzle tilted up into a bashful smile. He had to admit that he looked cute, if nothing else.

Not that he’d ever be willing to admit it aloud.

“First time, right? Don’t worry. You’re lovely and you’re ready. Let’s get you out there, princess,” the spirited stylist finished with an affirming smirk before strutting out of the dressing room, leaving the freshly padded deer to meekly totter along behind him. The excess material between his thighs impeded his steps and the unwieldy garment had some weight to it, even if it was lighter than he expected upon first seeing it. While he had never needed to consider how much liquid a diaper could absorb, it certainly seemed as if it could contain a lot if need be.

The duo made their way to the set. It was a surprisingly cramped stage draped all in vivid green for later digital editing. The grizzly manager from earlier waited there, busying herself with unseen work on a tablet, as did a few attendants, technicians, and photographers. Despite the small gathering, it felt like a crowd in the claustrophobic room. Sebastian felt the heat flood his face anew as he slowly stepped out of the hallway. Being dressed so immaturely in front of others who were fully clothed was a new and intimidating affair, even though most of the anthros there only briefly glanced at him with bored indifference.

The buck had to quickly remind himself that this was all in a day’s work for the crew as he forced himself on set after a bout of renewed hesitance. He met Maxwell’s eyes and continued to blush as his lover and confidant shot him an heartening grin.

The squirrel stared at his boyfriend, looking up and down, and cocked his head curiously as he felt a peculiar sensation tingle in his loins at the sight of Sebastian’s sleek, muscled form. He had assumed that the embarrassing attire would stifle any arousal he would incur upon seeing the body that he had beneath him nightly, but he had to concede to himself that the whitetail still looked incredibly attractive in that moment. The rodent didn’t know if it was his reserved smile and shy body language or the padding itself, but the sight triggered something deep within him. He unconsciously licked his lips as his lust was bizarrely stoked, and felt his sheath engorge. The aroused anthro was thankful that the surrounding crew were focused on their job and not on him as he adjusted his stance to better hide the growing bulge in his jeans. 

The director began the shoot immediately and had Sebastian contort, twist, bend, and lean his athletic frame at all sorts of angles from the casual and comfortable to the awkward and difficult and everywhere in between. Some seemed almost provocative, such as when the model had to lean over a large, green canvas-covered cube with his back arched and his rump raised to show off his padded hindquarters, or when he laid on his back across the platform with his hips hoisted to show the contours of the absorbent material.

It was several minutes into the shoot of everyone treating him with indifference before the shy stag began to relax somewhat and feel less self-conscious about being photographed in a diaper. As he moved, the added bulk between his thighs was awkward at first, causing him to clumsily waddle, but his natural grace kicked in and eventually he was able to move freely enough that he almost forgot what he was wearing. After nearly an hour of nonstop posing and photography, the heat of the lights started to catch up with everyone and downing bottle after bottle of water was not enough to keep Sebastian cool. The bear in charge of the operation eventually called for a break. The production team was to meet up after a short lunch for the second half of the shoot.

The ursine reminded the the model and his mate where the green room was and told them that there would be refreshments waiting for them there. She also informed the deer that he should not bother dressing, as the intermission would be a rather brief one and it would be a waste of time and energy to have to be fully groomed again for only another quick session.

They left the rest of the crew and Maxwell gave his lover’s ass a frisky swat as they made their way into the hallway and eventual privacy of their personal relaxation room. The sound of his paw smacking sharply against the plastic was louder than intended and the duo were forced to feign nonchalance as a few bemused gazes lingered on their departure.

“Finally comfortable?” The red squirrel inquired with a raised brow once they were alone at last and seated on the green room couch.

“I’m getting there,” Sebastian replied truthfully. “I feel a bit underdressed with you sitting there fully clothed, though. I just hope that this humiliating view hasn’t killed your ability to get hard over me.” He motioned toward his mostly naked form.

“Actually,” his dominant partner voiced sincerely, leaning in close for a kiss and gently drumming on the crotch of the diaper with his agile claws. “It’s kind of...hot.” He exhaled long against the cervine's exposed neck, causing his fur to bristle with sudden desire.

“You can’t be serious?” He asked as he allowed himself to begin to melt beneath the attention.

“Why not? I wouldn’t mind seeing you model these-,” the rodent suddenly gripped the padding between his boyfriend’s legs tightly for emphasis, “-for me...privately.”

Sebastian pulled away a couple of inches and took a few nibbles of the food left out for them to distract his paws while he pondered. The diaper was actually not uncomfortable at all. It was soft and full, and it actually felt quite nice drawn against his sheath once he considered it. He felt that he shouldn’t be as complacent with wearing it as he was after only a such a short time. It represented some sort of deviancy deep within him, he was sure, but it was ultimately harmless, he supposed. He decided he would seriously reflect on his lover's request before agreeing to it. The whitetail generally considered himself a kink-positive fur, but what they had dabbled in before tended to be a bit more mainstream interests.

“You’re actually getting off on this?” He questioned, his playfully skeptical tone evidently fake as his inhibitions steadily dissolved. The stag leaned back in and tilted up his jaw to allow Maxwell to plant a series of kisses and licks tenderly along his jawline.

“I learn new things about myself everyday, I guess,” the rodent concluded humorously. Sebastian noticed that his was absently rubbing his crotch through his pants. The substantial hardness strained against the fabric. Maxwell noticed the buck eying his thick bulge. “Want to help?”

“Here!?” His partner exclaimed. He looked around erratically. At first his gaze was a nervous one, but it quickly transitioned into mischievousness.

Maxwell nodded with a seductive smirk that the submissive male found difficult to deny. Unable to resist his mate’s advances, he quickly slid off the couch to kneel between the other anthro’s spread legs. He reached out with his hooved fingers and fumbled with the squirrel's belt and zipper.

“We’ve got to be fast,” Sebastian conceded timidly.

With a tug he exposed Maxwell’s underwear and stared up at the rodent’s reclining form who leered back at him salaciously. The red squirrel was a couple inches over five feet tall with a bushy tail as long as his body that was constantly in the way. His ears were tipped with long tufts of fluff that made him appear taller than he actually was. His russet pelt had several, vertical vermillion stripes down his back (currently hidden beneath his clothes) and his underbelly from just below his throat down to his thighs was a pale, creamy tan. The tented cotton of his scarlet boxer-briefs outlined his sizable sheath. The black piping on the elastic drew the eye toward his notable endowment. The scent of his arousal was strong in the air and the deer felt his own member swell and fight against its padded confines.

He nuzzled his lover’s groin and licked his rigid maleness through the sweaty fabric, eliciting a wanton moan from Maxwell. The rodent pulled the waistband of his underwear down and hooked it beneath his hefty sac while winding his other paw down toward Sebastian’s antlers. He used the bony appendages to guide the tip of his muzzle to the tip of his quivering erection. Watery pre beaded at the crown of his rosey seven inches and dribbled in cascading rivulets down his turgid length. The whitetail teased the head of his dominant’s cock with his expert tongue. An impish smile played at his lips as he focused his gaze up into the squirrel's eyes and tasted his lover’s salty emissions.

Sebastian wrapped his warm, moist tongue around the girthy member and lapped at it eagerly, repeatedly running from along the base where it entreated from its sheath all of the way to its trickling pinnacle. With minimal urging from Maxwell the stag let the trembling phallus slip between his lips and slide deep into his muzzle. He took the rodent’s slick hardness all of the way into his maw, the weighty cock pressing against the back of his throat. The red squirrel groaned with bliss and arched his back, forcing his penis in as far as he could as he curled his claws through the fur on the back of the buck’s head at the foot of his antlers. He thrust slowly as the ashen-furred anthro bobbed and sucked with wild abandon.

The horny deer wrapped his hooved fingers around the shaft and stroked it with experienced proficiency. Pre continually leaked into Sebastian’s mouth, which he greedily savored and swallowed. The taste and the scent of it kept him incredibly aroused. His large, engorged maleness fought against the diaper and caused a noticeable lump as he released jets of pre that the thirsty padding readily soaked up.

The rodent started bucking erratically into his submissive’s mouth and his breathing grew ragged. His fellating lover could see the claws on his dominants’ other paw digging roughly into the the arm of the couch. The stag knew that Maxwell was drawing close to climax and increased his efforts to push him over the edge. He hummed against the cock in his muzzle, vibrating his throat to elicit groans of gratification from his partner.

“I...I...I’m almost-” The squirrel started before being cut off.

“Sorry to interrupt the show, and I do so love watching it, sweethearts, but unless you plan on making room for a third you better finish up. It’s just about time to finish the shoot.”

The sensual voice almost caused both furs to start and they immediately ceased what they were doing and turned to see the civet from earlier smiling lasciviously and holding a large pitcher full of water. The door to the green room was cracked open behind him. He sniffed the air and darted his tongue out playfully for a brief instant.

“They left us a few bottles to drink in here,” a mortified Sebastian informed him, looking at the water as he awkwardly wiped drool and pre away from his chin with his forearm and tried to immediately distract from what the couple was doing. Maxwell had the decency to look sufficiently subdued and deftly stuffed his unsatisfied tumescence back into the pouch of his underwear and zip his jeans back up. “Thank you, though.”

“Sugar, it’s adorable that you think I’m here to bring you things. The first half of the shoot was to get some images of the diaper line’s aesthetic qualities. The second half is to show off their absorbency. This,” he held up the massive pitcher and glanced lazily to it, “is to fill your diaper and make it all nice and wet and puffy. Unless, of course, you intend to do it yourself.” He looked at the pot in his paw that was clearly at least two liters worth of liquid. “In which case...bravo!”

Properly contrite, the buck smiled modestly and stood to follow the stylist back into his dressing room. 

“Wait for me at the set, we’ll be out in a minute, I’m sure,” he told his unfulfilled lover, who was still adjusting his deflating phallus with a paw casually stuffed down his waistband. Maxwell barely listened and was instead considering how he would bury himself deep into the cervine’s tight ass the second that they returned home.

In the next room, the fur-dresser had the model hold out the waist of his protection at various angles and then poured the thankfully tepid water down the front and back of it in a slow, steady drizzle. It had been only a handful of seconds since he was caught fooling around with his boyfriend, and his fleshy rod was still almost fully erect as he held out the waistband of his diaper for the civet to moisten. The groomer was at least polite enough to say and do nothing other than give a randy smirk as he let the water cascade over his client’s solid cock and into the the padding that hung from his hips. The diaper swelled and ballooned as it absorbed every drop of moisture they had to give it. The previously relatively light garment became thick and cumbersome at the deluge that flooded into it and Sebastian had to admit that he was impressed by the volume it easily held.

Shortly after it was saturated to the point that it could hold no more, the grizzly bear producer came to retrieve them with a sharp rap on the door and the whitetail was forced to waddle back to the stage. He could feel the abundant dampness slosh about with each step he took. His humiliation at being in only plastic, disposable underwear in front of a group blossomed anew with the waterlogged diaper swaying heavily betwixt his thighs.

The second half of the shoot went very similar to the first.The buck repeated similar poses, albeit with more careful consideration to how he contorted and moved between shots so as to not press any moisture out onto the green fabric covering the stage. The diaper, now wholly saturated so as to demonstrate its absorptive qualities, made the second wave of embarrassment that much more fierce; it seemed as if the whitetail had merely wet himself repeatedly before going on stage. With the padding near capacity, it took far longer for the shame to abate. The female fur in charge of the shoot commented formally that the coy droop to his ears was excellent, seemingly not aware that it was involuntary. 

Finally, the ordeal ended and Sebastian was ultimately allowed to return to the dressing room and clothe himself properly. When he untaped the sodden diaper it fell to the floor with a wet thud. He kicked it aside with his hoof and gathered his pile of clothing. As he was pulling on his royal purple underwear that hugged every nuance of his form, the door opened a crack and Maxwell edged inside, leaning back against the portal to force it shut.

“We were already caught once today. Maybe we should wait until we get home,” the stag commented shyly as he tucked his sheath and balls into his revealing low-rise briefs and bent down to retrieve pants.

“That’s not why I stopped in here. I am going to destroy your ass when we get back home, though,” His lover replied with a lurid grin. He wandered over the the stack of diaper cases and found the open package of blue, printed ones that the one the deer had worn earlier. He picked it up and carried it under one arm while grabbing another wrapped bundle.

“Uh...Max?” He asked curiously, head tilted.

“They were just going to throw away all of the spares when the shoot was over. I asked if I could have them. The guy starting the cleanup looked at me like I was weird, but he told me that I could take any of them that I wanted since it would save him the work of tossing them in the garbage. I’ve got the blue and pink, you take the white and gray,” the squirrel explained candidly.

“So you really were sincere about me wearing them for you?” Sebastian queried incredulously.

“Sure was. It was really sexy for some reason. I want to see it again,” Maxwell confessed shamelessly. “I wouldn’t mind seeing it a lot, actually.”

The buck tried to envision himself wearing thick protection like he modeled that day more frequently. He was unsure immediately of how to feel about this burgeoning fetish of his partner’s, but he had already worn the diaper once that day, so he didn’t see the harm in entertaining it again. After some consideration, he found that he didn’t hate the idea and was willing to explore it, especially if his boyfriend found it particularly sexually gratifying. If pressed, he might even admit that he somewhat enjoyed the physically comforting sensation that the padding brought him.

As a show of willingness, Sebastian meandered over to the counter and gathered a case of his size under each arm and nodded at the squirrel. He had an exhausting and stressful day and was looking forward to getting back to the privacy of their bedroom so that they could complete what they had began earlier. They quickly exited side by side.

After they ambled to their car, the ride home grew quiet with jittery anticipation. Maxwell clearly never ceased being horny from their unfinished escapades in the green room, and the overpowering smell of it permeated beyond even the lasting odor of his earlier spray. The intoxicating scent got to eager deer, whose own unfulfilled arousal was also aching for release.

They returned to their apartment complex and the excited pair carried in the packages of diapers. The squirrel was heedless of anyone who saw him, ever the confident one, while his submissive mate scurried into the apartment as quickly as he could, fumbling to unlock the door before any of his neighbors saw him hauling in several dozen adult disposables. Once inside, he practically bounded into the bedroom.

As he reached their bedroom, Sebastian quickly stripped down to his pelt. He had just finished undressing and tossing his clothing aside with careless abandon as his lover entered the room. He discarded the diapers in in a heap on the floor near the ones that his boyfriend had dropped. Maxwell motioned for his partner to lay down on the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head, nostrils flaring and claws twitching with enthusiasm. Then he proceeded to retrieve a diaper that matched the style the whitetail had donned previously, sliding it out of the case with a deft tug.

“Let me put it on you,” he huffed, digits digging into the plastic with an impatient glint in his eye.

The cervine blushed furiously, but erratically nodded his consent. He lifted his hips up and mirroring his earlier pose when the civet had padded him. He looked away shyly as his half-erect cock entreated out of its sheath mere inches from the rodent’s snoot, who clearly enjoyed the view and the scent. Maxwell unfolded the diaper beneath the buck’s rump while giving his swollen member a slight taste with a quick flick of his tongue. He then leaned over his lover’s prone form and kissed his mate long and deep. Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance and they unleashed moans of lust into one another’s mouths before the squirrel stood back up fully to resume taping up Sebastian’s absorbent attire. The sound of the tapes and the rustle of the plastic were painfully loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise was their chorus of husky panting. The protective garment wasn’t secured quite as symmetrically as the civet stylist had managed, but it was done up well enough in the end.

Maxwell studied his beautiful mate as he finished undressing and let his remaining clothing fall to the floor before being kicked aside with indifference. He couldn’t express how sensual his partner looked freshly padded. Sebastian sat up and rubbed his muzzle against the rodent’s engorged sheath again to coax it to its full length. He teased and tasted it once more with a well practiced tongue before wrapping his lips about the quivering member. He voraciously bobbed and suckled on the dripping erection, taking it was deep into his maw. He moaned and rolled his tongue across the sensitive flesh, doing all he could to excite his mate and was rewarded with continual splashes of hot pre across the back of his throat. He greedily swallowed the salty emissions and massaged the squirrel’s sac lightly with his fingers, rolling the heavy orbs in his palm and craving more.

Maxwell reluctantly stepped away to retrieve a nearby bottle of lube that was kept on his nightstand while the deer knelt on their mattress on all-fours, hoisting his rump alluringly. The top quickly opened the bottle and slicked his paw with a liberal supply of the slippery substance. He rapidly slid his claws down the back of Sebastian’s diaper and forced his wet digits against the hole therein. He quickly found the fleshy ring and was rewarded with a gasp followed by a throaty groan. The horny stag pressed back against his paw, trying to wriggle his way onto the slowly invading finger. First his lover twisted one digit all of the way in to the knuckle, eliciting soft, needy whimpers from the deer who writhed and shuddered with delight. After a short while of the dominant anthro beckoning against the sweet spot within him, a second digit joined the first to scissor and spread his taut entrance.

Maxwell felt the tremendous, inviting heat of Sebastian’s insides; he knew each and every minute motion to draw him closer to ecstacy.  He finally added a third digit and fanned them slightly, hoping to loosen the tight orifice enough to accommodate his considerable girth. Once he felt his mate was able to take him, he pulled the back of the diaper down past his fluffy, spade-shaped tail and coated his rigid penis with a generous drizzle of lube. He angled his cock at the waiting peach-colored hole and began plunging his way inside. His entire body trembled with desire, and he almost snarled in satisfaction as he felt his lover tighten reflexively around his unyielding rod.

It took several long seconds of pain and pleasure before Maxwell fully hilted Sebastian. They stayed locked in place, savoring the feel and heat of one another for a short moment before the squirrel began to thrust in and out, rapidly picking up speed. Longing to satiate his wild lust, he pistoned away into the deer’s cleft, abusing his partner’s hole for several minutes. All the while his mate groaned with the excitement of being dominated. The buck’s own sizable cock pressed firmly into the soft, inviting lining of his diaper as the rodent roughly took him.

The hardness within him started to put pressure on his bladder and caused him the sudden need to piss. Throughout the photo shoot the stage lights had been hot and omnipresent. No fans could be used for fear of disheveling the model’s fur, so he was merely provided with bottle upon bottle of cool water throughout the day. The hydration began to catch up to him as his boyfriend’s solid cock kept forcing itself against his sensitive insides.

“M-Max...you have to stop for a minute, I’ve got to take a leak,” he puffed reluctantly between grunts and moans, not wanting to end the bliss of the moment but needing to give into his body’s urgent demands.

“I’m almost there, ‘Bast. Just do it!” Maxwell commanded dismissively as his hips continued to roll and grind into his mate’s anus. “You’re wearing a diaper.”

Sebastian was too horny and distracted to properly reflect on the order or how quickly his mate had escalated from enjoying seeing him wear the padding to actually using it. He quickly surmised in the moment that it couldn’t hurt to indulge his partner’s his burgeoning fetish rather than halt their session simply to relieve himself. The stag took a deep breath and tried to let his body relax enough to alleviate his aching bladder. It was surprisingly difficult to allow his muscles to release enough to let his stream start, but once he did he couldn’t seem to stem the spray of urine.

It started with a slight trickle. Within seconds he managed a couple of small bursts. Then a strong stream began to flow, and finally a flood of warm pee poured into the diaper. The utter relief he felt caused his pleasure to intensify many times over and the sensation of pissing while being fucked was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His protection quickly became inundated and sagged heavily. The hiss of his stream was just audible over the sounds of their aggressive lovemaking. The smell of his urine hung in the air and seemed to drive his top wild.

Maxwell’s bucking grew increasingly erratic and powerful. His claws clamped down on the deer’s hips as he approached climax. With a final, deep thrust and violent shudder he erupted several jets of thick rodent cum into Sebastian’s ass, filling his used hole so full that his cum almost immediately began to leak out around his shaft. Once he rode out his seconds-long orgasm he collapsed atop his mate in a heap, letting his full weight fall onto him. The squirrel agilely slithered his paw down the front of the damp, crinkly disposable garment.

He found the whitetail’s aching and needful length, which was even larger than his own, and began to deftly stroke it. He employed the combined moisture of the piss and pre to allow his claws to glide pleasingly over the throbbing cock. Sebastian gasped. He was already on the precipice of completion. The soft, lively digits knew their role well and expertly pushed the buck over the edge. He unleashed a husky, inarticulate moan as he splattered the crotch of his absorbent underwear with ropes of cervine seed. 

Both considered how the diapers had affected them that day as they lay in a spent pile, breath ragged and heavy. There was no question for either of them that the new fetish they began to explore would affect their lives dramatically.

“How many diapers do we have left?” The stag asked his mate serenely as Maxwell’s penis began to soften and withdraw from his abused hole, dribbling cum into the seat of his diaper.

His mate glanced over at the pile of packages on the floor near the bed. Ten remained in the open case after the two that they had used that day. With the three other unopened styles to consider they ended up bringing home just shy of four dozen.

“Not enough,” the red squirrel replied with a devilish smirk.