Sigma checked one more time over his shoulder before clicking the “send order” button.  It was, of course, a silly thing to do – the king cheetah had locked the door to his room first thing.  Which, come to think of it, was also quite silly – he'd lived alone for several months now.  Although old habits may die hard, he hardly thought that was the sort of thing he'd still be doing.

Paranoia notwithstanding, Sigma turned off his computer, then the lights, then ducked under the covers with a smile on his face.  He'd been without his product for a few days now, and he couldn't wait for it to arrive in the next day or two.

~~

Surprisingly, Sigma strolled out his door the next morning, planning on going to work, when he nearly tripped over a large package placed right outside his doorway.  When he realized what it was, he was too excited to think how strange it was that the delivery truck had not woken him, or that the delivery truck had arrived this early at all.  Or, perhaps even more oddly, that he'd not even gotten a shipping notification.

He'd already planned a week's vacation from work, it would just simply be a matter of calling in and cashing in an extra couple days.  After doing just that, he ripped open the box, pulling out a crisp plastic package full of extra-super-absorbant-quadruple-core-thick-something-or-other diapers.  Sigma hadn't paid much attention to the details; he'd just had a bit of extra money due to an unexpected bonus, and decided to spend it on something catering to the DL scene.  These promised to do just that.

He ripped open a package to find a note taped to the first diaper in the stack - “Wear Me First.”

Sigma thought this was very strange, and for the first time stopped to reflect on the morning's odd events.  It WAS suspicious, but then again – just how dangerous could a diaper really be?  He shrugged, then shed his clothing (after making sure the doors were locked), then taped himself into the diaper.

~~

Sigma spent most his day lounging around watching TV, wetting his diaper, playing with himself, and doing very little in the way of things that needed to be done.  Dishes needed doing, rooms needed cleaning – but all that could wait.  Today was a day for fun.  Oddly enough, though, Sigma began feeling quite sleepy at seven in the evening.  Normally he did not turn in until at least ten at night.  Figuring he'd just overdosed on junk food, he went to his room, intending to change his diaper before bed – but promptly passed out on the floor instead.

~~

The king cheetah woke the next morning with a monster headache.

“Owww...” he moaned, rubbing his head.

Once better situated, he sat up, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant sensation of sitting up in a soggy, cold, clammy diaper.

“I didn't think I was that tired,” he said aloud.  After a quick diaper change, and a few glasses of water to dissipate the pain, Sigma dressed himself, figuring he'd have some fun today.  Surprisingly, his new diapers weren't that obvious – although a DL-aware fur could certainly tell what he was wearing under his pants, the average fur probably could not unless they were really staring for a perversely long period of time.  After checking himself in the mirror a few times, Sigma figured he would head out into town for an early breakfast – after spending all day indoors eating junk food, the cheetah had worked up quite an appetite.  He had to adjust himself a few times before leaving – his morning wood still hadn't left.

It wasn't when stepping outside his front door that Sigma realized something was wrong.  It wasn't even after he'd locked his house up.  It wasn't after dropping the garbage at the front of the house for pickup.  It wasn't even after turning at the end of his walk.  No, Sigma was halfway down the block before his brain really processed what he'd seen across the street from his home.  He stopped, turned around, then rubbed his eyes.

A teenaged husky – an older teenager, if Sigma had to guess by his height – had just gotten his diaper checked by his mother, right out in public.  Pants dropped and everything, and he hadn't even made a scene.  Perhaps that's why Sigma hadn't really registered it until it was over – both mother and son were acting like that was perfectly normal.

Sigma turned and kept walking, a bit troubled now.  That had been quite unusual, but, then again, it was a fairly liberal city and unusual things often happened in public.

He kept his eyes down to the sidewalk until he got to his favorite restaurant, where he sat down and ordered some eggs, bacon, waffles, and coffee.  As his waitress – a young lioness – turned away, he could have sworn he heard a crinkle as she swooshed her tail.

Sigma looked up and around, thinking the day couldn't possibly get any odder, and immediately wished he'd kept his eyes on the table.  On the other side of the aisle sat his widowed German Shepherd neighbor, Mrs. Klotz.  It wasn't her that he found disturbing, of course – it was her adult daughter (though it was hard to guess from appearances), slowly walking back from the restrooms with her head hanging low – a very yellowed diaper hanging just below her skirt.

“Awww, didn't make it?  That's okay.  Potty training is rough at first; I remember how hard it was when I was your age.”

“I wanted to start last year,” she said, dejectedly.

“You weren't ready,” Mrs. Klotz said simply.

“Um...excuse me,” Sigma interjected, no longer able to keep quiet.  This was just too weird.

“Yes?  Oh, Sigma, hello!  Fancy seeing you here!”

“Yeah, heh...fancy that.  I um...well...your daughter...she's...she's twenty now, right?”

“Oh, yes, sorry you had to see that.  Klotz girls tend to potty train late, though she's been in diapers two years longer than any of her friends.  I'd hoped that might motivate her...”

“Mooooommmm!” her daughter cried out, thoroughly embarassed.

“Oh, hush, you,” the older said – popping a pacifier in the younger's mouth.

“I'm dreaming,” Sigma thought.  “I'm dreaming, and this my subconscious's screwed up way of trying to tell me I'm normal.”  He pinched himself, but did not wake up.

Damn.

“Two years?” Sigma said, repeating.

“Well, yes, I tried training her at eighteen just like any good parent, though I knew it wouldn't do any good given the family history and all.  She shouldn't be having any problems now though.”  Her daughter whined around her pacifier at this.

“Oh, hush, dear, it's perfectly okay.  Some people just never grow out of diapers, you know,” she said, “like Sigma here.  And he doesn't let that bother him, does he?”

Sigma grew very, very, very red at that, the shock causing him to flood his diaper.

“I, uh...need to go to the restroom,” Sigma said, taking off.

“What an odd boy...” Mrs. Klotz murmured to herself.

Sigma didn't just need to leave the conversation, or change his diaper, he also needed to take care of another need that had been growing ever since he entered the restaurant.  He was still quite hard, and growing...more and more needy.  Ducking in a stall, he dropped his pants, leaned against a wall, and started humping his paw through his slightly wet diaper.  He wasn't sure what was wrong with himself, he was never this reckless, but then again, he couldn't ever remember being this needy, either.

Groaning, he finally managed to squeak out an orgasm a few minutes later, but it didn't seem terribly satisfying, either.  Maybe he just needed changed.  Dry diapers felt so much nicer.  He was about to lean up against the stall, when he noticed how wide the stall was, and the odd contraption up against the wall.  It looked like one of those baby changing stations, except noticeably larger.

“This is insane.  Does everyone wear diapers here?”  He pulled down the changing station and hopped up on it, rationalizing that it was much easier to change his diaper laying down than standing up.  After getting the sodden diaper off, he pulled a clean change out from his inner coat pocket.  He barely had pulled the front up between his legs when he gasped, lurching up, nearly orgasming just from the touch of the soft cotton on his dick.  He quickly taped himself up, and reached inside his diaper, tugging on his cock as best he could.

Having just gotten off, however, Sigma just remained unsatisfied.  Deciding the comfort of his home was better than whatever mad world he'd walked into when he left his front doorstep, he headed back, without waiting for his breakfast.

~~

Sigma had kept his head very firmly pointed downward the entire time – not to avoid looking at anything (the walk home had been thankfully normal for him), but to pull his paws back every time they went to his diaperfront.  Something about this...horniness...was extremely unnatural.  And it had to do with these damn diapers he'd bought.

Once he'd gotten inside and locked the door, he finally allowed himself to breathe – and paw off once more.

Once that had been taken care of, he went to the box of diapers, and looked inside.  At the bottom lay a piece of paper – once Sigma just now noticed had been ripped off the first.

“To return from our alternate magical universe, simply incinerate the first diaper in the package.  Happy wearing!”

Sigma rushed to the front window, his face falling when he saw the garbage service had already come and gone.