I was in quite the sorry state.  Despite being a 16-year-old deer, I was blubbering into the arms of my 8-year-old brother, Jake, as he carried me home.  I'd had an accident in my pullups, and since they weren't really meant to hold a teenage-sized accident, I'd leaked into my pants.  Kit, my brother's friend, had tried to hide it with a shirt tied around my waist, but the accident showed through.  The young fox had offered to carry me on his back, but my little brother insisted that he carry me in his arms.  

	It was already fairly late, since we'd been at the park all day.  The sun was setting in the sky.  No one was out except for the occassional adult who paid little mind to a trio of cubs.  Perhaps if my brother hadn't shaved down my horns and my adult fluff, this might look a little more out of place.  Instead, it just looked like a fawn being held by his younger cousin, which was the story we were perpetuating this summer.  If not for the last minute addition of diapers to the deal, I probably wouldn't be in this state.

	When we arrived to the house, Jake placed me atop of his old crib and began to strip my soaked clothes from me.  I was quite surprised to find that my thumb had naturally found its way to my mouth during the process.  He'd promised that I'd get thicker diapers as a result of the leak, and he wasn't lying.  The thick white padding he placed underneath me was much bigger than the pullups than I'd just been taken out of.   "That's a good little fawn," Jake cooed when he finished the job.  

	I tried sitting up, but the bulk between my legs kept me from getting my balance.  Kit managed to catch me as I fell forward, but we both went tumbling onto the floor as a result.  "Oof," I cried, blushing as I realized that I'd landed onto his crotch.  He'd revealed earlier that he was also wearing padding of some sort, but I hadn't gotten more than a peek.  As it crinkled beneath my snouth, I backed away shyly. 

	Jake came up behind Kit and helped him up.  Then, surprising both Kit and I, he groped the front of his shorts.  Kit whimpered, looking to me shyly.  "Do you want to join him, Kit?" Jake teased.  The young fox whined, seeming very conflicted about the cryptic statement.  After a short silence, he nodded his head.  Almost blindingly fast, Jake pantsed his fox friend.

	Both the fox and I blushed as his Barney-printed pull-ups were revealed.  In addition to this, the kit seemed fairly 'excited' by this new development.  

	Jake broke the silence by saying, "He likes to pretend he's a little cub."

	I was getting really nervous.  I didn't know if he was talking about Kit or me.  

	"Kit here doesn't wet his pullups, though.  He's too shy."

	The fox blushed, slouching in his shyness.  "I'm really jealous that you have accidents.  I can't wet myself...it's too hard."

	I didn't know if I liked the compliment.  I'd had two accidents in one day.  Both times, I'd had the power to stopped them and I couldn't.  If only Kit knew that I was 16-years-old, he might think differently of me.

	"I think you two should have a playdate!" Jake said, patting his friend on the butt as a loud poof ensued.  

	Kit got on all fours in response and coyly nuzzled against my tummy, forcing a giggle out of me.  As he kept nuzzling, his nose got lower and lower until he was nuzzling my diaper.  The giggles turned to huffing pants as the sudden attention to my crotch caused a small tent to form in my diaper.

	Jake smiled as he walked out of the room.  I was about to call out to him to save me from the strange situation, but the door closed with a sense of finality to it.

	Kit looked up to me with longing eyes.  "Can you...can you diaper me?" he said, hiding his face in my diaper as soon as he said it.

	I was a little shocked by the sudden request.  In my cubby voice, I stated, "yes."

	My paws were shaking in nervousness as I waddled my way over to the crib to grab an extra diaper, but he shook his head and pointed to the corner.  I tilted my head in confusion until I realized what he meant.  There, in the wastebasket, was  the wet pullup that I'd just been in.

	Gingerly, I pulled down his pullup, looking away from his crotch.  As I moved to bring up the wet pullup onto his crotch, I caught a glimpse of his fully erect 6 inch dick.  I quickly moved up the soggy diaper onto him, but it was very swiftly obvious that this wouldn't work like he thought it would.   Between his more muscular frame and his erect cock, the diaper was stretching against him.  Still, he let out a moan as the wet fabric brushed against him and he pushed my muzzle against his crotch.  I mumbled out a protest but the still-warm diaper felt nice around my muzzle.  Not that I could move my head anyway.

	"S-sorry..." he said, removing his paws.  "I got excited.  Can we...cuddle?"

	I simply nodded my head, awkwardly climbing into the crib.  He followed closely behind, nuzzling into my chest when he got there.  Jake grinded against my crotch with his, the soggy diaper mushing against mine.  I let out a low moan as my own used diaper was pushed against me.  He used that opportunity to kiss me, causing my hackles to raise.  I didn't return it for a moment, allowing his tongue to explore my maw.  I hesitated.  As his crotch continued to grind against mine, my mind became muddled.  Between moans and gasps, I began to hump against him and return the kiss.

	Never before in my wildest dreams would I believe that I would ever cum into a diaper, but I was getting close.  Judging by the rapidity of the kit's thrusts, he was too.  The only difference was that his diaper was a lot more 'slick' than mine.  He cock was peeking out over the top of his diaper, pulsing.  My cock wasn't even half his size and it had a lot more room to move around in the thick diaper.  Impotently, I whined, hovering at the edge of orgasm.

	The fox let out a yowl as tiny spurts of fox spunk began to shoot out of his diaper onto my chest.  I continued humping against the wet diaper, but it was no use.  Without his efforts, it was meaningless.  I pawed at him desperately, only to realize that he'd quickly fallen asleep very shortly after cumming.  I whimpered in need, trying my best to maneuver my paws to my crotch, but his body on me was simply too heavy.  After a few minutes of effort, I succame to my dying erection and laid my head down to rest.