“Finally!” Silver sighed to himself in relief.

The folf was elated that he had finally found an unoccupied restroom. He had been so busy all day at his new job that he hadn’t had a chance to visit one. When he normally would have made his mid-morning stop, he was stuck in an office meeting that dragged on and on. It was now early afternoon and the canid couldn’t delay the break any longer. He darted inside and let the door slam shut behind him so quickly that he nearly caught the glittering tip of his tail in it. He unbuttoned and shimmied down his pants- a difficult task, given what was underneath.

With his slacks in a heap about his footpaws, the anthro glanced at the mirror to see his bulging, soggy diaper drooping at his hips. It was as sodden as any Silver had ever worn, and he was shocked to see that it hadn’t yet sprung a leak. He blushed at his reflection.

He was a handsome folf. Lithe, with angular features and a sleek, gray coat. Though his shirt and saturated padding concealed much of it, his underbelly, from chin to inner thighs, was a faintly shimmering silver. A matching dipstick adorned his bushy tail. He had the particular demure charm of male who didn’t quite understand just how desirable he was. That stemmed from shame over his condition. He knew that his attractive qualities would seem to evaporate whenever a date first groped his groin or caught sight of a rustling bit of plastic peeking out above his belt.

Cursed with a weak bladder, it was either embarrassing puddles on the floor or disposable underwear. The canine made the choice as a cub for the humiliation he could at least hide. Now into his early twenties with his own stable income, he had graduated from the useless, paper-thin drugstore diapers to premium brands targeting the ABDL community, first for their quality but later to enjoy the variety of cute patterns and colors on offer.

Silver withdrew a fresh diaper from his satchel. It was one of his favorites. The crinkly attire was primarily white, but with pink and blue trim around the hips. Pastel cartoon furs frolicked on a speckled background of glossy plastic. The bright colors always popped against his monochrome pelt. Even the soaked padding, practically dripping and stained a pale yellow, still held a certain vibrance.

He laid out the replacement on the long counter next to the sink, being the only surface other than the floor where he could recline to get the best fit. Silver cringed as the tapes loudly protested when he tore them free to remove his used protection. He was fairly confident that the noise didn’t carry out into the cubicles and hallways beyond since he had been changing in peace for the last few days without incident, but the anxiety over the possibility still wracked him.

He rolled the garment into a squishy ball and and set the wad next to him to toss inconspicuously into the garbage on the way out. Placing his pink paw-pads on the cold marble of the counter he hoisted himself up and lowered his rump onto the dry, inviting padding. It’s softness cushioned his hindquarters and he allowed himself a private little wag of joy, having long ago embraced the simple delight of a comfortable diaper. His sheath even plumped a bit at the sensation. He had to ignore it, however, lest his cock entreat from its fuzzy confines and distract him for the rest of his shift.

Right as he was folding the new diaper into place between his legs, the door swung open. He locked it! He knew he did...didn’t he Or had he been too worried about dribbling from the leg holes in his diaper that he had forgotten Panicked and wide-eyed, there was nothing he could do but watch in mortification as he was utterly exposed to whoever walked in.

To Silver’s horror, it was Brandt. Brandt was a striking arctic wolf with a tall, broad-shouldered frame and brash demeanor. His snowy pelt was streaked with strands beautiful, pale blue. He was casual in his displays of dominance in masculinity, wading into any situation with confidence. The lupine held a certain raw magnetism that drew eyes and adoration his way. The two had been teasing one another over the past week in the office. Flirting not with a flamboyant wit and sharp tongues of many workplace flings (the folf prefered to keep his romances to himself), but rather with subtle smiles, prolonged glances, and wordless nods. Tension had brewed between them, while Silver played coy. He could tell the athletic wolf relished the chase.

The laughing started immediately; great side-splitting guffaws as if it were the funniest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

“Thought you looked a bit too thick down there when I watched you hurry by,” Brandt commented once his mirth had died down enough he could get out a coherent sentence. “Such cute diapers for such a grown-up fur,” he teased. The white wolf glanced over at the discarded padding. “You really do wet these just like a little cub, don’t you!”

He leaned back against the door until it clicked tightly shut, then twisted the latch to ensure that none of their other coworkers would wander in. Silver was still frozen in place, scarcely covering his privates with the folded over, but yet un-taped diaper. He gulped and nodded. In his addled state he unconsciously acquiesced to the lupine’s natural authority and answered him with a meek “...y-yes.”

It slowly dawned on the smaller anthro that he hadn’t yet secured the tapes and, in a flurry, fumbled to do so. He somehow lost his innate dexterity, so when he failed to attach them properly, he tugged down the hem of his shirt in front of himself like a cub hiding a pants-wetting accident.

“Why don’t you leave it” Brandt said. It wasn’t a question.

Still unsure why he was following the other male’s instructions, the canid stopped trying to conceal his diaper and let the front of the padding drop from his paw, revealing his crotch. He could scent the wolf’s arousal over the aroma of his own urine, and it caused his sheath to swell.

“What an adorable little diaper-pup you are!” Brandt pulled out his phone and started snapping humiliating photographs while he loosened his tie with his free paw. There would be no mistaking the padding under the folf’s butt, the spent one rolled up in frame, or the damp sheen to his silvery crotch fuzz. He instantly regretted his choice of diaper for the day.

The embarrassment stirred something within the canine and his marbled, scarlett length started to entreat from its furry confines. Before long, the crimson erection was at its full size, modest knot popping free, just a bit under 5 inches long. The tip glistened with a bead of watery pre.

“And what a cute, little cock you’ve got!” Brandt laughed.

It wasn’t all that small- not really. A bit under average perhaps, but not “little!” Right

“Let me show you a real dick.”

The wolf unzipped his fly and slid his pants down to his thighs. His vibrant blue boxers were severely tented. Brandt’s massive erection pressed against the fabric. His pre was already staining the fabric with fragrant damp patches. He hooked the waist of his underwear below his hefty sac to unveil his phallus. He was large by most standards and colossal compared to Silver’s more modest length.

“Do you want this inside you, diaper-pup” The lupine asked, massaging his ebony shaft and kneading the fat knot of flesh at its base.

Silver nodded shyly.

“Beg me for it, small-cock.”

“Please fuck me, Brandt. I want you inside of me!” He mewled, struggling to raise his voice above a whisper.

The wolf smirked as he reached into his pocket and exchanged his phone for a travel-sized bottle of lube. He liberally applied it to his penis, slicking the dark length, before setting it aside. Brandt placed his wet paw at the folf’s entrance. He suddenly twisted a digit up inside to the knuckle, causing the canine to gasp as a tingle of delight reverberated up his spine. The lupine was not gentle. He added a second finger next to the first and scissored them apart to stretch his eager lover. He beckoned, brushing past Silver’s prostate again and again, all the while the slighter fur squirmed and bit back moans.

“Try not to piss all over me when I’m in you,” he huffed, feeling his submissive’s tight heat clamp down around his invading paw.

Silver’s face flushed and his ears drooped in shame. Half-naked and being fingered on a public bathroom counter while being made fun of for wearing diapers and having a small penis, he was as aroused as he had ever been. Humiliation wasn’t something he knew he craved, but it was like a drug. Now that he had had his first, intense dose, he didn’t want the high to end.

Brandt removed his tie with a smooth motion of his free paw. He swept up the fidgeting Silver’s wrists and guided them behind canid’s back. Then he coiled the fabric tightly around them, his fingers agilely tying a secure little knot, trapping his soon-to-be-lover’s paws in place.

The white and blue wolf spread his submissive’s thighs apart and leered at his undersized cock. The red length liberally leaked rivulets of pre, suffusing the air with the intoxicating scent of sex and want. He lined his own charcoal rod up with the inviting, pink hole below the base of the other male’s tail. The counter that Silver reclined on was the perfect height for him to angle his spade-shaped tip in.

As he pressed forward the folf’s breath hitched. The rigid shaft stretched him even more than the well-practiced fingers did. It seemed like ages while inch after inch slowly buried itself into him. Eventually, the thick knot butted up against his ring, but didn’t enter. A bit bigger than most, even by wolf standards, the knot was large enough that Silver’s furry sac rested atop it as it momentarily nestled there.

“Do you like how a real cock feels inside of you”

He slowly withdrew and then drove forth again before repeating the motion, picking up speed with each thrust until he was pistoning in and out of the folf’s entrance. As Brandt fucked, he enclosed the other anthro’s hardness in his fist and stroked him with a slick paw. Copious amounts of pre jetted from its tip. With a final, powerful thrust, Brandt buried his erection into canid, forcing his knot past the barely-yielding ring of flesh. They groaned simultaneously as it finally popped in, tying them together.

The wolf’s body spasmed as he came, erupting a torrent of lupine spunk into Silver’s well-used hole. The sensation of being hilted and bred pushed the slender folf over the edge. He tensed as his sac drew tight. Brandt immediately recognized what was about to happen as the canine involuntarily clamped down around his bulb at the base of his phallus and milked more cum from it. Silver’s ass was already so full that spunk leaked around the sizable knot, dripping down his cleft. The larger anthro angled his submissive’s maleness down toward the laid out padding beneath him to spare his shirt the stain. He barely did it fast enough, as gleaming ropes of folf seed shot from his tip and splattered across the soft lining.

The duo panted, chests heaving in unison from the exertion of their wild, spur of the moment mating. Brandt aggressively leaned in and started to kiss his new plaything passionately on the muzzle. His tongue didn’t so much ask for entry as it did demand it. Silver did not resist, and their tongues danced as they exchanged moans and throaty whines.

Once they finished their kiss, Brandt roughly tugged himself free and Silver felt his essence gush from his abused hole. The lupine suddenly taped up the diaper, still sticky with cooling spunk, with surprising deftness. It squished into the canids crotch-fuzz and matted the fur there. Silver hoped the scent wouldn’t be noticed throughout the rest of his day at the office. The larger anthro pulled his phone out again and took a few more photos of the blushing, post-coital folf, pantless and in a printed diaper with a rumpled shirt and ruffled fur, paws still bound behind his back.

“Just a couple more pics to show my friends. And if you don’t want everyone else to see that adorable little prick of yours or your cute diapers, you’ll come find me every time you need a change from now on.”