Everything was perfect.

To prepare for the day I got up early to set out everything I could before school. It was Friday. Classes were cut short that afternoon. My internship didn’t need me. And work had just so happened to schedule me with the evening free for once. On top of that, my roommate was out of town and I had the apartment all to myself. I also didn’t have to get up early the next morning. This might be one of the few days in the whole year where I could truly relax. Free time was a rare luxury, and I didn’t want to waste a single second of it.

After coming home from the university I made my final preparations, and did a quick scan of the living room. The coffee table was set with a variety of snacks to get me through the night: chips, cookies, candy, applesauce, fresh fruit, juice boxes, and more. There were nuggets and macaroni prepped and ready in the fridge for dinner if the pile of treats wasn’t filling enough. I had downloaded the latest updates for my video games, had a playlist of my favorite cartoons on standby, and of course the vibrating wand I planned to finish out the night with was fully charged. Only one thing was missing, and I intended to rectify that as quickly as possible.

I stripped off and hopped into the shower. I didn’t linger like normal, and spent all of 3 minutes scrubbing off the sweat of the day. Still damp, I practically bounced into my bedroom with my long tail fluttering behind me and threw open the closet door to find my secret stash, neatly arranged on a set of cube-like shelves behind my hanging clothes. 

A couple dozen diapers were organized by type and style. Two tapes and four. Everything from plain white to a variety of bright patterns and colors. My ringed tail looped and curled as I considered my options. I had enough hours alone that I could probably go through a few of them, but they were bulky and absorbent enough that I certainly wouldn’t have time to enjoy each one I would like to wear. After careful consideration, I plucked one from the stacks. It was bubblegum pink with glittering silver stars on it. My body was all black and white, with the exception of my eyes (I have one gold one and one that’s icy blue), and I always loved the way that the brighter colors stood out against my monochrome fur- even if I was the only one that would ever get to see the spectacle.

I unfurled the padding and fluffed it until it was delightfully voluminous. I thrilled in how it crinkled in my paws before laying it out on my bed and settling my backside upon it. I shook out a snowy sprinkle of powder across my sheath and sac, then added a bit more. And a bit more. And just a tad more for good measure. It plumed up and hung in the air like a fragrant cloud. Already my maleness was swelling in anticipation of the evening. I paused just long enough to grope my sheath and see the rosy tip of my length erupt from the drifts of white powder and fur. It pulsed warmly against my palm, but I decided to wait before fondling myself further. I wanted cumming in my diaper to be the highlight of the night, to cap off a wonderful evening alone.

It took a minute or two for me to fold the diaper into place over my junk and carefully stretch the tapes into place. I took my time to be thoroughly satisfied with the fit. The tabs were perfectly symmetrical. I could be a model for the package. I bounded back into the bathroom to ogle at myself in the mirror.

I’m not afraid to admit that I’m an attractive lemur. I’m 22 and keep pretty active, so I’ve got a sinewy build. I’m pretty tall, especially by primate standards, even if my friends of other, larger species end up towering over me. My tail tends to make me look even greater stature, since it is just as long as I am tall and seems to move about with a mind of its own when I’m not actively swishing it, or concentrating on holding it still. The exposed skin on my face and paws are a shiny, jet black, and my entire pelt is black and white. I keep my fur close-cropped and sleek, with the two exceptions being the naturally fluffy tuft around my neck, and my bushy tail. The plush thickness of these features makes me look more narrow at first glance than I actually am, which only makes the colorful bulk of the cute diaper that much more noticeable in the mirror. 

After viewing myself for longer than I probably should have, I made my way back to the living room and plopped down cross-legged on the floor with my back against the couch. I had just used the remote control to click on the television when there was a knock at the door. I ignored it, hoping whoever was there trying to sell me something would simply go away.

“Hey, Tomasy!” It was one of my best friends, Diego. He was a broad-shouldered and barrel-chested donkey, so his voice was loud and carried. It was barely muffled through the door. There was a smile in his voice. He was excited about something. “I saw your car outside, bro, I know you’re home. Open up!”

I heard his hooved knuckles clunk against the door. Diego was a persistent equine. I knew he wasn’t going to go away, so I couldn’t even wait him out and pretend like I was in the shower via text message later. His rapping intensified. I looked around and hurried to hide anything embarrassing that I had, like my sippy cup, that was in plain view. I stuffed my wand and some spare diaper changes under a pillow on the couch.

“Just a second!” I hollered as I shuffled stuff around. I waddled into the bedroom to grab my cargo shorts. They were quite a tight fit over my diaper. I could clearly tell I was padded looking down at the bulging outline around my crotch and rump, but I hoped that others would be pretty oblivious to that sort of thing if they weren’t trained to notice it. While I had never gone out publicly padded, I had read plenty of accounts online by anthros that spent the majority of their time diapered without anyone in their life catching on. It would have to suffice for the three minutes it would take to send my friend away. I tugged on the nearest shirt I could find and toddled over to the door.

As soon as I cracked it to peer out at him, Diego pushed it the rest of the way open and trotted inside, an enormous grin on his narrow face. He has coarse gray fur with splashes of tawny brown here and there. His long ears were folded back slyly and his nostrils flared with eagerness. There was an excitable glint to his deep, forest-green eyes. To my shock, River, Alphonse, and Malik filed in behind him. They were a fox, rabbit, and cheetah, respectively. Before I knew it, I had an impromptu meeting of my friend group in my small apartment.

“I heard you had the night free and we haven’t had a chance to all hang out together in forever, so I got the guys ready. We’re going to take you for a while. Darts, pool, maybe hit up a club or two!” The jack declared cheerfully. He was always rash and decisive. It was something I both loved and hated about him. Once he got an idea in his head, he was stubborn enough that you couldn’t shake him from it no matter how hard you tried. He was my polar opposite in a lot of ways; loud, confident and unyielding. I tended to fold if it looked like I was going to disappoint someone, but somehow Diego always managed to remain consistently self-assured. 

“But I- I already made plans,” I sputtered after an awkward moment. It wasn’t a lie, but I wasn’t about to share what those plans were.

River, the red fox, and Alphonse, the brown and white speckled bunny, thumped back onto the couch and reached for the snacks I had set out. It wasn’t really rude. We had all been close friends since we were cubs together in elementary school and constantly helped ourselves to what the others had. Malik’s feline tail lashed his tail and looked around at the snacks, games, and other little luxuries I had scattered across the room with a smirk. His fang glinted in what little light filtering in through the mostly closed blinds.

“Plans, huh? You can play games any night of the week. How often do we get a chance to go out for drinks as a group?”

“I’ve been really exhausted with everything that I have going on. I was thinking a quiet night-”

“Then we’ll avoid dance clubs, keep it short, and get you home early. I promise,” the donkey assured me.

He flashed me his trademark smile that told me he had no intention of getting me back before midnight and knew that I knew that was the case. He was handsome and oddly charming with how pushy he could be. I sighed and his grin grew from ear to ear, knowing he had convinced me. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something I had missed, an oversized pacifier that I left sitting out in plain view on an end table. My heart hammered in my chest. I needed to get them out of the room before one of them noticed and inquired about it.

“Let me change real fast, and we can go. You guys go ahead and get out to the car! I’ll be right out,” I stammered.

“Nonsense! You look great! Let’s get going and use every moment we have,” River piped up as he tossed a kernel of popcorn into the air and caught it in his pointed muzzle with a snap of his jaws.

They were all dressed just as casually as I was. Maybe not just as casually, since I doubt any of them was secretly padded, but as far as outerwear went it was mostly jeans and t-shirts.
Diego clapped his hooves together enthusiastically, then draped a heavy arm over my shoulder to guide me toward the door. My other friends quickly followed. I couldn’t believe I was leaving the apartment with a diaper on beneath my clothes. I had never done that before. My paws shook so much as I leaned forward to lock the door that I missed the keyhole on my first couple of attempts. I was keenly aware of how short my shirt was as I did my best not to hunch over too much. I hoped it didn’t ride up enough that the ruffled waist of my diaper peeked out above my shorts.

I took a deep breath as I straightened back up, fully expecting my friends to burst out laughing or make a joke, but if any of them noticed, none of them said a thing. We were no strangers to teasing each other over anything and everything. We were practically siblings that way. I must’ve still been in the clear. At least if we were sitting at a table at the bar all evening I wouldn’t have to worry about the thick padding around my crotch and butt being visible, especially if I could keep my back to the wall. I would just have to continue to advise my friends away from any packed clubs or dance floors.

Luckily, they decided to go to one of our favorite hole-in-the-wall taverns and nabbed a table in the corner that the five of us could all fit comfortably in. I slumped in the very back of the booth, surrounded by a few of my comrades to either side. I worried that the crinkling of my diaper would give me away, but the music of the jukebox and the rubbing of the vinyl on the seat covered up any unwanted rustling from the plastic. I didn’t relish the idea of edging my way out of the bench with at least half of them with a clear view of my ass anytime I needed to pee, but after we had ordered a couple of rounds I made what was likely a very poor decision.

I don't know whether it was the fear of my friends seeing my waistband, the dulled inhibition from the booze, or both, but I considered that the best way to hide my diaper might be to remain seated and use it for its intended purpose They were a premium brand designed for ABDLs after all, I reasoned- designed to last twelve hours or more. It could definitely hold an evening’s worth of beer and cocktails. Not only would I not have to risk getting up and exposing my waistband, but I could at least enjoy my padding for its intended purpose.

I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t relish the thrill of both wearing and using diapers while out in public for the first time. I would have preferred it to be under better controlled circumstances, but it was exhilarating to think that I could be pissing myself with none of my friends any the wiser. The intoxicating effects of the drinks made that proposition more enticing and less scary with time, and I found that I was impatient to urinate for the first time to try it out before the first pangs of need ever struck my bladder. I was still nervous, but I had already taken all of the risks. What was wetting a few times going to hurt?

It was about an hour and a half in when I felt the familiar twinge that let me know I had to go. The drinks were catching up with me, and the urge built fast. My heart fluttered, but being a bit tipsy certainly helped. I stopped being active in the conversation for a moment and focused on that growing ache in my pelvis. I had peed my diaper more times than I could count, but was having difficulty forcing it for my initial public outing. I took a deep breath and concentrated. The first few pushes gave nothing. Soon though, I managed to squeeze out a trickle of pee. It was just a small spurt, but I could feel my diaper wick away the moisture, making a small damp patch of warmth spread across the lining of my padding.

The one jet of piss made it easier to do another, longer stream. The second spray made the dam fully burst. I fought the urge to sigh with relief as my diaper flooded with several drinks worth of urine. Thankfully the ambient noise of the bar covered the hissing sound of my torrent filling my diaper. The soggy, disposable padding forced my thighs apart as it swelled, until my knees almost knocked against my friends’ on either side of me. I had more piss in me than I thought, and it was a long while before my stream tapered off to a dribble.

“Tomasy?” River inquired, waving a black-fur gloved paw in front of my face as the last few droplets escaped my sheath.

“W-what?” I responded, blinking. I realized that all of my friends were staring at me. I momentarily panicked, but they merely looked confused and amused. I must have had a vacant expression on my face. “Sorry, I kind of zoned out there for a moment.”

“No worries, bud.” Al clapped me on the shoulder. He flipped his dangling lop-ears over his shoulders then returned to his beer.  

They laughed it off, while I blushed. The evening continued, and I was actually glad I let them talk me into going out. I might not have gotten the night of cub indulgence that I anticipated, but I still had a lot of fun. I wet myself several times more until my diaper was thoroughly sodden, all the while my friends took turns running off to the bathroom. Near the end of the night, Malik jokingly asked me where I was keeping it all after he noticed that I didn’t get up to piss a single time. I quickly lied about having an iron bladder, but he eyed me suspiciously.

It wasn’t the best cover, since we had gone out drinking plenty of times and I never managed to remain seated throughout the entire evening before, but it was all I could come up with on the spot.

The thought of how much I would normally pee made me glance down at the wet diaper between my thighs to see how it was holding up. It had ballooned up large enough that its shape was clearly pressing against my shorts. I gulped, realizing how obvious it was going to be even to anthros not consciously looking for it. I was honestly surprised I hadn’t sprung a leak and stealthily slid a paw beneath my butt just to make sure my shorts were still totally dry. I had to bet on my friends being a bit too inebriated to notice. Even Alphonse, who had drawn the short straw to be the designated driver that night and had sipped virgin cocktails for the first half of the evening before he decided he would rather drink and pay for a couple of rides. Eventually it was time to get up and leave. We all took turns sliding out of the booth. As I leaned forward to stand up I felt the cool caress of air on my lower spine and realized that my shirt had ridden up against the back of the seat. Quickly, I reached back to yank the hem of it down and felt the frilly plastic against my paws. Luck was on my side, as most of my friends were already standing and chatting, oblivious to my momentarily exposure.

I had just sighed with relief when I realized that Malik was climbing out of the booth behind me. I thought that he had exited out the other side of the table. I gulped as I suddenly felt his agile paw lightly swat my poofy backside. I peeked over to him out of the corner of my eye and caught his amber eyes glimmering back at me. He raised a brow and smirked.

“So that’s your secret,” he whispered, whiskers twitching excitedly.

Since good natured ribbing and embarrassment was common among my friends, and I waited for the announcement of my padded and soggy state the entire drive back to my place, but it never came. He sat beside me in the backseat, slit pupils trained on the notable bulge around my crotch.

Maybe, I thought, he’s going to keep it private.

Of course that wouldn’t be the case. There was no way me wearing diapers wasn’t going to be the butt of all of my friends’ jokes for the next few months until the novelty wore off, but my feline companion let me get away with hoping that was the case until we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. After the car stopped I awkwardly slipped out of the backseat, trying to hide the waist of my diaper from showing again. My friends tipped the driver and started climbing out after me.

“What’s up?” I asked nervously, wondering why they were exiting the vehicle. “Don’t you guys need to get back home?”

“Aren’t you going to have us come in for a few minutes?” Malik inquired impishly.

“I’d be fine hanging out for a while,” Diego pressed.

“I should probably be getting to bed...”

“We won’t hang out too long. Besides, I need to pee. We don’t all have your secret to holding it in all night,” the cat interrupted with a wink.

I gulped and expelled an anxious laugh. The parking lot was dark enough that the padding wasn’t quite as easily visible, but as soon as we got into the lobby of the building it would be a lot more apparent. I slowly waddled to the front door, trying to walk as normal as possible with the weight of my diaper sagging between my thighs. I could feel the squish and hear the crinkling of the plastic with each step I took, more audible now in the quiet of the night than it had been earlier. My friends thundered up the stairs behind me, Malik at the lead of the pack. I knew my padded rump was eye level with him. With the harsh light of the apartment entryway I could easily see the outline of my swollen diaper fighting against the fabric of my cargo shorts. All I had to do was get to my bathroom to take off and hide my well used protection before it was exposed.

I fumbled with my keys, paws shaking again due to a mix of nerves and residual drunkenness. While I lined up my key with the lock, my cheetah friend suddenly crouched down and grabbed a fistful of cloth on either side of my hips and yanked down, leaving my shorts in a pile around my ankles. Shocked, I stumbled backward over him and into Diego who caught me beneath my arms. My shirt was pulled up due to how he held me. My belly down to my calves was fully on display, including my almost dripping diaper. It took a moment for my less sober friends to register what they were seeing, but they all burst out laughing in unison.

I searched for words, trying to think of what to say. My face felt like it was on fire. If I had opted for plain white padding earlier in the afternoon I might have been able to get away with insisting it was a temporary medical necessity, but the sissy princess pattern that I picked out would poke holes in that claim pretty quickly. I wriggled and tried to extract myself from the donkey’s hooves to redon my shorts, but my friend who had caught me decided not to let go and instead watch me struggle with my shame fully visible. The guffaws soon died down to snickers.

“Ah...you look so cute, Tomasy,” Alphonse said, leaning in and patting my damp crotch. It squished wetly against my sheath. “Definitely seems like you need a change though.”

“Iron bladder, eh?” River quipped.

One of my neighbors must have heard the kerfuffle, because a nearby doorknob started to rattle. They let me go and I barely got the door open in time to stumble inside, landing on my paws and knees, before the door opened out of sight. My companions followed me in, one apologizing to the unseen neighbor for the disturbance. I flipped over on my butt and reached for the bundle of fabric by my foot-paws, eager to finally get them back up properly and marginally dampen the mortification.

A vulpine paw stepped on the fabric and prevented me from doing so.

“What’s the rush?” The fox remarked, when I looked shyly up at him. “We’ve seen your secret now. And Al’s right. You do look kind of cute.”

“If this is your thing, this is your thing. We’ve all got our weird stuff that we’re into. Not that we’re going to tease you any less over it.” Diego added.

“We might even be able to help you out a bit,” Malik interjected, leaning in close with a cunning smile. “Ever been changed by someone else?”

The thought sent a tingle up my spine. I was already slightly aroused by the humiliation of being caught. Embarrassment was a dangerous rush for me. I felt my penis twitch and stiffen at the suggestion, creating a notable bump in my wet padding. My tail swished of its own accord. I shook my head, too self-conscious to respond verbally.

The fox lifted the bundle of my shorts along with my legs still in the holes, making me roll onto my back with my foot-paws up trapped in the air. He swatted at my rump. His paw made a thump against the saturated lining.

“We’ll take care of this...if you take care of us. All of us,” he offered.

I considered the proposition. This wasn’t the outcome I was expecting from the revelation, but it definitely beat the other options. I know most of us were still sobering up, having been several drinks deep. I hoped I wouldn’t regret it in the morning, but my hormones were taking over. I could scent the pheromones in the air, and knew they were all getting hard off of the thought of me servicing them while being thoroughly humiliated. I guess that’s what I get for making friends with a bunch of tops.

“Okay,” I managed to peep after a moment’s hesitation.

“Okay, what?” The bunny prompted.

“Please change my diaper,” my voice was meek. It was embarrassing to ask. They looked at each other and elbowed one another in the ribs with smiles plastered on their faces.

“That’s right. Your big brothers will handle it for you.” Malik tugged my shorts the rest of the way off and motioned for me to put my paws up. I did so and he wrestled my shirt off of me as well. “Go get yourself a fresh diaper, little one.”

I started to stand, but Diego pressed a hoof down on my shoulder to prevent me from rising. 

“Cubs crawl,” he stated.

Forgetting that I had brought some spare changes into the living room earlier, I shuffled away on all fours to the bedroom to raid my stash. When I returned with my bottle of powder and a crisp white diaper (with blue ruffled trim around the waist and thighs) most of my friends were chilling on the couch again. The fox had apparently spotted my pacifier and lazily spun it by the ring on the back of it on one claw. He bent down and popped it into my muzzle with a tap on its backside. I sucked on it with a mixture of apprehension and habit.

“Lay down and let’s get you into some fresh padding.”

I rolled over onto my back and bit my lower lip. It had been years since any of my friends had seen me naked, and this was hardly a balanced situation. Alphonse started by peeling away the tabs slowly, one at a time. Each tape protested loudly as it was ripped free of the plastic landing strip. I hid my face behind my forearm when the front was pulled down and my swelling sheath and sac were exposed. I was a lemur, and like most primates, I wasn’t particularly gifted in size compared to other anthros. My rigid five inches of onyx flesh, tinged scarlet just at the crown, stood out from my pelvis. It quivered and leaked a glistening strand of pre between the yellowed padding and my tip.

I heard chuckles from my friends as they crowded in close. Malik prodded it with his finger. It twitched at the brush of his soft paw-pad.

“Looks like you really do belong in diapers, tiny Tomasy,” he laughed.

“I’ll say,” River affirmed, balling up the soaked diaper and hefting its weight in one paw. “He really pissed a lot. Maybe we should all do regular checks to ensure you stay padded twenty-four-seven. Wouldn’t want you ending up with wet pants at work or school, would we?” 

The idea of being treated like the little brother of the group was a hot one, and made my cock tremble more.

“Seems like our cub likes that idea. Luckily I’ve cub-sat before.”

Diego unfolded the new diaper and fluffed it fuller, then grabbed my ankles together and hoisted my legs high enough that he could slide it under my ass and thread my tail through the allotted groove. He had always been an athlete, with the most muscular physique out of the group, and could easily move me about. After a healthy sprinkle of powder he folded the diaper into place and squeezed the fresh, dry padding around my thrumming erection, making me gasp then unleash a shuddering moan. I dampened the front with a squirt of pre. Just as deliberately as they had removed the tapes on my previous diaper, they fastened the new ones. The bunny drummed his fingers on the crinkly exterior, right along my maleness, making me squirm in place on the carpet.

“I think that’s a new rule then. We are going to do regular diaper checks. When any of your big bros text you asking for proof that you are padded, you’ll have fifteen minutes to respond with a pic, no matter when or where you are. Failure will result in a punishment that we all decide on. Understood?” Al concluded.

I nodded, still blushing furiously.

“Time to pay up your half of the deal, Tomasy,” Malik said. He ran his tongue seductively across his muzzle as he unzipped his form-fitting jeans. 

The rest of my friends all started to unbutton their flies and unbuckle their belts simultaneously. Diego hastily stripped completely naked, tossing all of his clothing aside in a pile. His equine phallus was already almost fully erect, curving downward out of his sheath under its own weight, above his large, low hanging orbs. His cock was dappled brown and pink. The smooth flesh was punctuated with throbbing veins. Halfway along his penis was the enticing ridge of a medial ring, and the head of his length flared with lust. The scent of it was heady, and I couldn’t wait to hold it in my paws. He knelt by my shoulder and his shaft oozed thick, warm pre onto my cheek.

The cat stayed clothed but extracted his hardness from the flies of his boxers and denim. It was a fleshy peach, more modest in size than the jack’s solid ten inches, but still surpassing my own by a fair margin. The tip was surrounded by rows of barbs. He stroked along the spines with a ring made of his thumb and forefinger and spurted droplets of pre over my chest and belly. Alphonse opted to undress to only his vibrant purple, fly-front briefs with white elastic piping. They were low cut on his hips and accentuated his prominent bulge and trunk-like thighs. With one paw he hooked the waistband beneath his round scrotum and let his crimson, tapered length jut forth from his pudgy body. It angled upward at a sharp slant and leaked a rivulet of pre cum down its underside. The scent mingled with the other overpowering aromas of arousal into an intoxicating flavor in the air. River removed his jeans, but kept his shirt and black trunks on. I traced the outline of his member along his thigh with my eyes, seeing where the taut fabric hugged his penis and spade-shaped tip and the bump where the flesh gave way to his sheath. He throbbed visibly against his underwear.

My heart hammered in my chest as the rest of them joined Diego kneeling in a circle around me. Their abdomens heaved, exerting with desire before we had even begun. I couldn’t believe I was about to pleasure all of my friends at once. This was forever going to change the nature of our relationship. Would they feel entitled to use me like this whenever? I wondered.

I kind of hoped.

Diego grabbed my wrist and guided my paw to his enormous penis. I felt his velvety skin beneath my fingers and eagerly massaged it. His cock pulsated under my ministrations and felt as though it were a steel rod covered with silken flesh. It was girthy enough that I couldn’t close my fingers completely around the shaft. A pearl of pre beaded large at his slit, and his scrotum drew a bit tighter. I was excited to see how much cum he could pump out of his hefty balls. I had only marveled at his length for a moment before the fox grabbed my other wrist, not wanting to be left out. He pressed it against his cloth-covered erection and let me feel the heat radiate from it. I teased it with open interest for a few seconds before he shimmied his underwear down his hips and thighs to reveal his plump sheath. His phallus had entreated most of the way out, but the knot fought against the tight opening. I grasped his sheath and eased it over the fat bulb. He tensed with a snarl and then gave a satisfied sigh and melted as it popped free. The sphere was the size of my fist and made me more self-conscious of my simian inadequacies.

At the same time, Malik and Alphonse each grabbed one of my ankles and moved my foot-paws to their own slick erections. One of the benefits of being a primate was that the paws on my hands and feet are essentially the same, and I could manipulate anything equally well with either set of appendages. I closed one foot-paw tightly around the feline’s length. His barbs, which would have been a blissfully rough scraping inside of me were he to penetrate me, actually tickled the soft underside of my foot. The hare’s cock was slippery with his excessive pre, and its pointed shape made my toes slide along it with ease, as though I was polishing it.

I laid flat there on my back, clad in nothing but a bulky diaper, holding four of my closest friends’ erections while I sucked on a pacifier in absolute bliss. I stroked all of them, alternating between furious pumping and languid masturbation of each, revelling in the grunts and huffs and groans coming from all around me. In return, they started occassionally thrusting their hips, fucking my grip with erratic bucks. I was regularly rewarded with splatters of pre across my face and body. My own penis pressed wantonly against my padding, tenting the diaper, but not providing enough stimulation to actually climax. I whined with need, but my companions were too lost in the haze of desire to notice or care. 

Alphonse fucked between my toes and grinded against the sole of my foot-paw with an enthusiasm that revealed a fetish of his own. I used my dexterous toes to cup his rotund scrotum at one point, which sent him into a rutting frenzy.

Diego’s tail whipped and flicked about randomly, striking himself on the hip and ass again and again. I heard him whinny and snort. He bucked and grinded the hardest of all of my friends. He had a wild ferocity about him. I imagined what it would be like to have him taking me that powerfully from behind. The flare at the end of his cock widened with lust, showing how close he was to orgasm. Meanwhile Malik used his own paws to ensure that I gripped his own shaft tight as he did long, slow thrusts into the fist I made with my foot-paw.

It was the fox who was the first to reach climax. I saw his ears fold flat in a predatorial fashion and his tail bristled sharply. I held his knot. It swelled even larger in my grasp. Its mottled palette of pink and red flushed even deeper in hue as he was pushed over the edge. River arched his back and spasmed with a throaty growl. Several ropes of pearlescent spunk erupted from his tip and sprayed over me in shimmering, watery strands. After his initial several jets, his body slackened and he panted, but his vulpine maleness continued to pump out a small river of seed. I had heard that canine and fox furs could leak cum for nearly an hour after orgasm, and was pleased to see that it seemed that it could be true.

The smell of his essence in the air brought Malik to the brink. The cat shivered and discharged his cum across my foot in a shotgun-like blast. Some overshot it and peppered the plastic of my diaper and my inner thigh. The rabbit was next. He chirped and shivered while his viscous semen glazed my other foot-paw with a thick coating that gushed wetly both between my toes and down my ankle and leg. His heavyset form puffed in relief.

Deigo, the final one to cum, rolled his head back and his gut visibly tightened. He groaned and unleashed a torrent of seed onto me. He produced a lot of spunk, and the heavy spurts of semen soaked into the fur on my face, neck and chest. I had to squint to keep it out of my eyes as I milked the last vestiges of cum from his spent phallus. He inhaled and exhaled in a deep, deliberate way, shoulders slumping. 

I was so horny that I was thrusting myself up into my padding, eager to get off. I let go of River’s knot and reached down into the front of my diaper to grab my cock, but I had barely stroked myself twice before the donkey stopped me by pulling my paw out of my diaper with an iron grip. 

“I don’t think cubs should be touching themselves like that,” he said with a smirk. “Why don’t you give us a show and do your best to cum by humping this instead?”

He reached over to the couch and grabbed one of the pillows off of it and tossed it on the floor. I wasted no time in flopping over and scrambling on top of it. It took me only seconds to begin grinding my diapered crotch against the soft cushion. It made a series of tremendous crinkles as my rump wriggled and bounced. I whimpered. As horny as I was, I couldn’t seem to reach orgasm. The sensations were just too faint.

“What’s this?” The lapine questioned coyly. I paused and looked over to him. He held up the vibrating wand that I had stashed earlier in the evening. It had been revealed when Diego removed the pillow. He clicked it on and raised his eyebrows mischievously as it buzzed to life. “Maybe this will work a little better.”

Alphonse thrust it between the pillow and my diaper. River and Diego suddenly held my wrists down while Malik took a cue from them and secured my ankles. The bunny cranked up the power to high and I gasped in pleasure. It only took seconds to turn me into a mewling mess. I did my best to force myself against it with my limited mobility. I was soon within seconds of cumming. Just before I was able to hit ecstasy he removed it, leaving me twitching and frustrated. He replaced it as I fell back from the precipice, and repeated this several more times. My friends laughed at my needful thrashing. 

“Should we let him cum?” The cat asked humorously. “Might be fun to tease him for a while longer yet.”

“He’s been a good cub,” River admitted. 

The rabbit nodded his agreement and pressed the instrument hard against my diaper. The blissful vibrations reverberated through my padding and made me quiver in pleasure. My breath caught in my throat as my body tensed and shuddered. I came violently into my diaper. Each throbbing of my cock sent another splatter of lemur seed against the lining. The smell of my fresh nut reinvigorated the scent of sex in the air. After I went limp and my genitals were sensitive and sticky with cooling cum they removed the wand and turned it off.

Diego scooped up my weak, spunk-covered body and lumbered off toward the bedroom.

“I always wanted a little brother,” he said, laying me on the mattress and pulling the sheet up over me. “Sleep well. I’m sure we’ll have a lot more fun in the morning.