It was a warm, clear day in North Texas and a quiet one amidst the latest Alvin and the Chipmunks cross-country tour. The famous, furry band was traveling on a spacious, double-decker coach they had converted into a luxurious, RV-like tour bus. Rather than use it as a rolling advertisement, the Seville family had painted the bus black with a swirling, silver design. In addition, the windows were tinted to prevent outsiders from looking in and most were equipped with retractable, fabric sunshades.

As had become clear over the years, the Seville family valued their privacy far more than the average celebrity. As such, they kept their personal lives far out of the public eye whenever possible and had even ditched LA for the less-touristy San Diego. All of this had to do with a single, extremely embarrassing trait shared by all three of the chipmunk triplets: a fondness for diapers. For one reason or another, each of them had chosen to stay in padding despite being toilet trained. Not surprisingly, this secret was guarded as if their very lives depended on it.

Now, amidst a fuel stop south of Dallas, Simon felt like he might just die after all. His heart pounded as he ran; the young singer having blown his cover trying to purchase a SLURPEE. A mob of excited fans gave chase, growing nearer with every passing second. The gate of an apartment complex had bought him a few hundred feet, but that distance was, along with his clothes, quickly evaporating. The bespectacled brainiac had ditched his jacket to escape the gas station and had since left his shirt ensnared on the aforementioned entrance.

Rapidly losing stamina and preoccupied with his pursuers, the genius was blindsided by an unexpected obstacle. A massive trailer hitch protruding from an equally large pickup truck caught his pants pocket as he passed. Simon cursed the vehicle’s owner as his momentum tore the khaki cargos apart, taking with them the last of his modesty. Thankfully uninjured, the young ‘munk had no choice but to rush onward in just his thick, crinkly padding.

Simon felt a strange mix of emotions as he turned a corner; his embarrassing attire still unseen for the moment. On one hand, the wind felt amazing in his bare fur, and it felt exhilarating to be in just soft, comfy padding. At the same time, his exposure was imminent, so he felt a level of dread usually associated with impending death. Panicking, he darted into the central hall of the next building, certain he would be exposed in just a few, short seconds.

The cracked door of apartment 666 was not a glowing, ethereal escape from the nightmare this stop had become. Instead, it presented an option; a desperate, last-ditch move that, if he was lucky, would land him in an empty unit. Perhaps he could hide in a closet or cupboard until the coast was clear, or perhaps he would be laughed at and exposed all the same. Simon made his choice in an instant, darting inside and pausing just long enough to close the door.

Growing dizzy, the genius slipped into an empty cupboard, feeling as if his chest might burst at any second. As he slowly recovered, his breathing heavy, the genius listened closely to his surroundings. Moments later, a high, youthful voice cried out in equal parts alarm and disgust; its owner just outside the front door.

“What the hell?” A rush of footsteps echoed past the hall, followed by an irritated sigh. “I don’t even wanna know...”

Simon could hear the door open, followed by footsteps and the rustling of several plastic bags. A thud announced their placement on the nearby counter and then, suddenly, the cabinet door swung open. Two pairs of pale, gray-blue eyes stared at each other in shock; each surprised to see the other. The chipmunk superstar was curled up in a ball, wearing only his glasses, a watch, socks, sneakers, and a soggy diaper with a blue science design between the tapes.

Just as interesting was the tenant who had discovered him; a golden wolf whose fur darkened around his hands, paws, and ears. He had cream-colored markings, strawberry blond head-fur, and stood almost a head shorter despite his species. Though the young canid was completely dressed, Simon’s trained eyes picked up the outline of a diaper in his pants.

“Is… is this some kind of joke?”

The young, bespectacled wolf was flustered and shy, not unlike his guest.

“No,” Simon sighed, standing up, “I assure you, it most certainly is not.”

His host couldn’t help but stare, particularly at his midsection.

“B-But… then… why…?”

Simon blushed lightly under his fur but wasn’t too embarrassed given the circumstances.

“It’s a long story. Suffice it to say I have… a quirk, as I like to say. A particular proclivity for padding.”

This got a childish giggle out of the young wolf.

“Nice Deathly Hallows reference,” he smiled, clearly warming to the taller boy, “I’m in the same boat, but… I never imagined you... ”

Simon’s cheeks burned with embarrassment; it was still weird being idolized.

“I take it you’re a fan?”

The little wolf nodded, a blush barely visible through his fur.

“Of your band, yes, b-but... also you specifically,” he admitted, “S-Si…”

The small boy swallowed hard and, though desperate to say something, could not find his voice. Without a word, Simon stepped forward and tucked the young canid gently under his chin. Silently, the would-be pup turned his head and let it rest against the singer’s chest. After a few moments, he tried to speak but was again felled by a nervous, stammering tongue.

“Shhh…”

Instantly, the boy was silenced. Gently, Simon worked on and eventually removed the wolf’s shirt and pants, allowing for soft, fur-on-fur contact. The boy’s diaper was revealed to be the same brand, with a black, Danny Phantom design between the tapes. Smiling warmly, the bespectacled brainiac slid a hand onto his host’s bum and squeezed gently. The pair stayed that way for a minute or two, when suddenly, in a near-whisper:

“I-I love you, Simon...”

The little wolf squeezed his eyes shut, fearing rejection. Surprisingly, he felt a light squeeze, and then a gentle hand lifted his chin. Their lips met like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, melding in a soft, sensual expression of shared love. After a few lingering moments of bliss, the pair separated and Simon spoke with a warm, affectionate smile.

“I don’t even know your name, but… I love you too.”

Giggling softly, the smaller boy squeezed his love, still not ready to let go.

“It’s Austin, Austin Gallows.”

Simon squeezed his boyfriend’s padded bum.

“Well, Austin, how about we change into something slightly more comfortable?”

The little wolf raised a brow in concern.

“How? You don’t have any supplies with you.”

Simon smirked mischievously, holding up his watch.

“Sure I do,” he smiled, “Computer, supplies please.”

Instantly, the watch shot out some sort of beam, creating a small portal in front of its wearer. A rolled-up changing mat, a package of diapers, a package of wipes, and a bottle of baby powder floated out and landed on the nearby countertop.

“Holy doughnut hole, Batmunk!” Austin gasped, “That’s amazing!”

Simon chuckled as he gathered his things.

“Thanks, Wolf Wonder,” he teased, “Care to show me your changing table?”

Austin sighed dejectedly, his lips forming an embarrassed frown.

“I don’t have one,” he explained, “I use the bed, which is a cheap POS like everything else in here. I’m so broke I haven’t even bought a mat.”

His brainy boyfriend raised a brow as they headed for the bedroom.

“I’m sure it’ll work fine. That being said, your diapers aren’t cheap. Are you sure you can afford them?”

Austin nodded.

“Yes, just barely. They’re my only source of comfort so I refuse to compromise.”

Simon smiled as he rolled out a black changing mat trimmed in blue and set his supplies beside it on the bed. Moments later, one of his boyfriend’s diapers was also set aside.

“I’m glad something in this world makes you happy. I promise it won’t be alone for long.”

Austin blushed as he was beckoned onto the bed; the little wolf scampering up into place. In an instant, his tall, brainy love started to work, changing him with a swift, practiced hand. After only a minute, it was done; the smaller boy happily making space for his love.

“Thank you,” he squeaked, “May I help you in return?”

Simon smiled as he took a seat on the mat.

“Of course. It’s always nice being doted on.”

Austin stood on his knees beside the taller boy and changed him with a fairly skilled hand. Once he finished, the would-be pup blushed as he took in the incredible image of his idol in just soft, comfy padding. Simon leaned back against the pillows, smiling seductively.

“Like what you see, little guy?”

Austin’s cheeks flushed with color, but he otherwise kept his composure.

“Yeah. In fact, I want a closer look.”

The little wolf crawled forward and straddled Simon’s legs, resting on the taller boy’s chest and tummy. The two boys wrapped their arms gently around each other, their diapers crinkling as they pressed together.

“Go on,” the taller boy hummed, “You know you want to.”

Slowly, Austin started to rock his hips back and forth, humping his love’s padded crotch. The pair’s cocks stiffened as they pressed together through the soft, thick material of their diapers. As the little wolf’s pace increased, his member grew slick with the warm, clear precum that oozed from its tip. Simon moaned as his throbbing erection did the same.

“Mmm…” the genius bit his lip, his mind clouded by lust, “Keep it up, cutie pup.”

Austin blushed and nodded, his breath heavy.

“Gladly, smarty pamps.”

Simon’s cheeks flushed with color as his little love increased the pace. The two boys moaned softly with pleasure, growing ever closer to release. It was a blissful sensation for them both, mixing their comfy quirk with the euphoria of sex. They squeezed each other tight as the act reached its climax, crying out in ecstasy as warm, sticky seed filled their padding.

“S-Simon!” the little wolf moaned, squeezing his partner tight.

“A-Austin!” the taler 

In the afterglow of their orgasms, the pair snuggled wearily together. Grabbing a blanket his love had left on the bed, Simon covered them in it and placed a hand on the smaller boy’s padded bum. Austin smiled, resting his head on the young ‘munk’s chest.

“I don’t care what comes next,” he murmured, clearly tired, “I just wanna spend… a few more minutes… with you…”

====================

Simon woke drowsily to the majestic title theme of Star Trek: The Next Generation and almost recited Picard’s lines before recognizing his ringtone. Tiredly, he reached over and tapped his watch, wishing for a moment that it could be his own, personal combadge. Alas, a standard speakerphone was as close as he could get.

“Hello?”

It was his mother, Vinny Seville. Her response was frantic and her voice fraught with worry.

“Simon? Oh, thank God! Are you okay?” she asked, “We saw the mob and had to leave before they spotted us.”

Simon smiled and gently stroked his boyfriend’s hair, leaving it lightly tousled. He felt bad for making his family worry but was otherwise at peace.

“I’m better than okay, mom,” he hummed, “Please, try to relax. I’m sorry I worried you.”

Vinny sighed and briefly gathered herself.

“I’m so relieved to hear that. What happened, anyway? It’s been over an hour.”

Simon frowned as he noticed the clock; time had certainly gotten away from him.

“I apologize. During the chase, I spotted an apartment complex and used the gate to buy myself some distance. Then I took refuge in one of the units, and… well, I met someone.”

His mother was understandably surprised but still supportive.

“Really? Have you fallen in love already?”

The bespectacled brainiac beamed as he admired the small pup that had stolen his heart.

“Yes, and hard,” he admitted, “I saw him and… I just knew he was the one. I can’t explain it.”

The warmth of Vinny’s smile seemed to radiate from her son’s watch.

“That’s true love, sweetie. I’m so happy you’ve found it.”

Simon blushed lightly but his expression never wavered.

“Thanks, mama. Where should I meet you guys?”

“We’ll come back to the 7-Eleven. Will your boyfriend be joining us?”

As if on cue, the little wolf yawned and began to stir.

“Yes. I’ll text you when we’re on our way.”

“Okay. Stay safe, Simon. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.”

As the call ended, Austin smiled and looked up at his love.

“You have a really comfy tummy.”

Simon laughed and ruffled the smaller boy’s hair.

“Thank you. Ready for another change?”

Austin nodded and, since his love was already in position, got straight to work. After two changes and a quick clean-up, the pair stood together beside the bed.

“So… you have any spare clothes in that gadget of yours?”

Simon gave a sheepish expression.

“Actually… no,” he admitted, “But I do have one thing. Computer, special hoodie.”

Like earlier, the genius’s watch created a portal, and this time a pull-over hoodie emerged from the other side. It was the same shade of blue as its owner’s glasses and just a little oversized. When Simon pulled it on, the sleeves covered all but his fingers and his diaper was barely visible beneath the hem. It was obvious to anyone that the garment was both soft and warm.

“I just realized, I lied earlier,” Austin blushed, “There is one other thing I splurged on.”

The little wolf padded over to his closet and donned a black, pull-over hoodie emblazoned with a white, Danny Phantom ‘D’ insignia. It was the same brand as his boyfriend’s and fit identically.

“I’ll allow it since you’re so adorable,” Simon teased, “Ready to go?”

Austin blushed, enjoying the affection. At the same time, his heart skipped a beat.

“Y-You’re taking me with you?” he asked, stunned, “B-But what about my job, and rent, a-and-?”

He was silenced by a quick, affectionate kiss.

“Yes,” Simon smiled, "And don’t worry about all that. I’ll take care of it.”

Austin took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Okay. Can I pack a few things?”

Simon again readied his watch, this time to add something to its storage.

“I suppose we should bring your supplies,” he admitted, “But I’ll replace everything else. No more of this cheap stuff.”

Austin nodded. At this moment, he felt like the luckiest boy alive.

“Thank you,” he squeaked, “You’re the best, Si-guy.”

Simon just smiled and opened another portal. Soon, the pair seemed ready, only for Austin to stop as they neared the door.

“W-Wait a minute, are you sure about this?” he asked, “People will see your padding!”

Simon grabbed the shorter boy’s hand and gently squeezed it.

“I am. It’ll be okay, even the family secret gets out,” he explained, “Alvin won’t care after a while, and Theodore will just look cuter. As for me… well, they can snap all the pics they want. As long as I’m crinkly, comfy, and with you, nothing else matters.”

Austin smiled and squeezed back.

“Well said, big guy.” His expression faltered. “I am worried about another mob, though.”

Simon chuckled and once again addressed his watch.

“No problem. Computer, activate personal bubble; one-meter separation.”

The watch beeped and gave a computerized response.

“Force field activated. Proceed with caution.”

Austin appeared relieved, but also a tad confused.

“Why didn’t you use that earlier?”

Simon blushed as he reached for the door.

“I was panicking and losing my clothes. I forgot about it.”

Austin grinned mischievously.

“Just like you forgot to pack spares?”

Simon chuckled as he and his love stepped outside.

“I’m a genius, not a Boy Scout!”

The two boys shared a laugh as they walked casually out of the complex. Then, just as Simon finished texting his mom, they were noticed. Fans began to congregate around them, but none could get close thanks to the bubble. So powerful was the spherical barrier that it could part the growing crowd all on its own. With it in place, the short walk to 7-Eleven was a breeze.

“You know, I’m still craving a SLURPEE. Wanna split an extra-large?”

Austin smiled and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand.

“I’d love to.”

Smiling, the two boys headed into the convenience store; Simon’s bubble phasing through anything that wasn’t a human. Together, they filled a large, plastic cup with frozen Dr Pepper and inserted two straws. Pictures were snapped as they shared a quick sip and a frosty kiss. After paying for the drink, the crinkly couple dodged reporters as they approached the bus. The large vehicle was surrounded by its own, much larger bubble, further keeping the fans at bay.

“Well don’t you two look adorable,” Vinny smiled, “Please, come inside.”

Though nervous, Austin followed his love onto the bus, after which Vinny closed the door, leaving them in complete privacy. Almost immediately, Simon’s brothers scampered down from upstairs, eager to see their sibling’s plus-one. Predictably immodest, Alvin was dressed in just his trademark hat, a diaper with a red and yellow music design between the tapes, and a pair of white socks with two red stripes. Theodore, adorable as usual, wore a green t-shirt, a diaper with a green Care Bears design between the tapes, white socks, and green bunny slippers.

“What are you waiting for, Si?” the red-clad ‘munk teased, “Introduce us!”

Simon’s cheeks turned pink from nervousness.

“Everyone, this is Austin Gallows… my boyfriend.”

The little wolf blushed, his golden fur hiding all but a hint of red.

“H-Hello...”

He was quickly set at ease by the youngest triplet’s warm, friendly demeanor. Aside from Alvin’s attire, nothing about the family surprised him.

“Hi, I’m Theodore!”

“And I’m Alvin, the Awesome One.”

“I’m Vinny, the boys’ mother, and that’s Dave, my husband.”

Austin smiled as Mr. Seville waved from the driver’s seat. He waved back almost immediately but struggled for a moment to find his voice.

“I-It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for having me.”

Alvin gave his trademark smirk, which seemed warmer and less mischievous in person. That, or perhaps he had softened over the years.

“Don’t mention it. Just make my brother happy, okay?”

Austin nodded, but could not say a word before Vinny spoke up.

“Alright babies, why don’t you sit together upstairs?” she suggested, “Just shout when you’re buckled up and we’ll get moving.”

“Yes mama!” the three boys chimed in unison. Austin smiled, enjoying the adorable display, and gave his own reply right after.

“Yes ma’am!”

Vinny beamed as the four boys scampered upstairs together; she was always glad to see her babies happy and healthy. Upstairs, the brothers led Austin through a doorway and into a small compartment at the front of the bus. On either side was a short, comfortable bench with soft, cloth upholstery and two seatbelts. Theodore sat to the far right and Alvin took the aisle seat beside him. Simon claimed the other aisle seat and patted the spot to his left.

“Come on, cutie pup. You’re gonna love the view.”

Austin smiled as he sat down beside the taller boy; his diaper giving the last of four audible crinkles. This already felt like a slice of heaven.

“Okay, smarty pamps. Where are we headed, anyway?”

Simon pressed a kiss to the little wolf’s cheek.

“Houston. I, personally, am hoping to see Johnson Space Center,” he smiled, “But hey, half the fun is getting there.”

Austin leaned against his love, taking a sip of their frozen drink.

“Previously, I’d have disagreed,” he teased, “But with you at my side…”

The crinkly couple shared a kiss as they snuggled.

“...anything’s possible.”