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His nose was jet black and his eyes shimmered like the morning sun. No one would dare call the cat fat, but he was a little pudgy around his waist. \n\nThe cat jumped down from the swing tire and landed on all four. His ears tinged with pink, perked up as he heard the sound of raindrops lightly bounce against the wooden roof above.\n\nYure looked around and waddled over to the empty glasses. He gathered the four bottles in his paws and dumped them in a primitive garbage bin. They clanked against the wood as the cat dropped them one by one. \n\nThe cat normally wore a thick diaper, because he was prone to wetting. He couldn't help it! Today, he wanted to be a big boy in front of his friend Simia. His friend, a spider-monkey with grey fur also wore diapers, but as it turned out, he was fresh out when Yure arrived. So Simia took off saying he would be right back with a fresh pack of diapers. \n\n``That was hours ago.'' Yure thought to himself. Besides, the cat had to do something while he waited, and he was feeling peckish. The cat rummaged through his friend's fridge and had found some bottles of banana juice. The thick white-yellow liquid tasted so sweet. Soon one bottle became two, and two became four.\n\nYure took a look around the treehouse where his friend lived. He had already made use of the tire swing, which had settled into a slight rocking. A few toddler toys like blocks, cars and crayons were scattered in an unorganized mess that only a child's mind understood.\n\nThere was a fridge where he found the delicious battle juice and beside it were various crates filled with different fruits, berries and even some nuts. To the east side was a small changing station and a bed close to the ground mostly covered in thick leaves. Yure had accidentally opened the pail near the station, which he immediately closed upon inspection. Judging from the smell and loaded pamps it became clear why his friend had left to get more diapers. \n\nTo the north was a small chest of drawers with the few clothes that the spider-monkey wore when forced. Cute little bright shirts, scarves and as Yure had recalled the occasional pair of pants. Who needs pants when you have a diaper?\n\nYure looked at himself in the broken piece of glass that Simia must have used as a mirror when a bolt of lightning made the cat jump and his fur spiked up. \n\n``Oh no'' he muttered. The cat retreated towards Simia's bed. As he ran towards the safety of a comfy bed that was when he felt the first inkling of his stomach tightening and his pee-pee hardening. \n\nIt was that all familiar hot flash from between his legs. A bead of sweat rolled down Yure's forehead as the lightning crackled outside.\n\nIt was the need to pee.\n\nYure fingered his small pecker carefully. So, moist and delightfully pink. It wouldn't take much for the feline to relieve himself.\n\n``No.'' The cat thought to himself. He knew his friend didn't have a toilet in his home. Hard enough to even wire his small fridge, yet alone plumbing for something the monkey never used. Yure opened the few drawers of the changing table pulling out baby wipes, bottles, pacifiers and other baby accessories.\n\n``Jeez, he doesn't even have a portapotty.'' The cat scratched his chin. \n\nThe sky lit up as a series of bolts ran across the sky. The cat yelped as he jetted across the tree house near the entrance. He held his chest and collapsed against the floor like a mound of mush. \n\nHe crawled to the edge and looked down.\n\nYure could make out the ground. A collage of dirty leaves, green foliage and dark rocks. \n\n``Maybe.'' The cat pulled himself up and sat on the edge. He held his pee-pee in his hands.\n\n``This isn't cheating right?'' He asked no on in particular. ``I'll just pee outside. No mess and the rain will wash everything away.''\n\nThe cat smiled at his own genius. He readied himself. The rain provided a soothing soundtrack to his process. He gave his pee-pee a few tugs as he felt the build up in his bladder. He licked his lips as he knew sweet release was coming. A jungle golden shower! Just as the cat felt ready to spray the forest with his own personal brand of perfume, a large growl, or was that a shriek echoed amongst the trees. It got louder and louder. Yure stood up. The cat took a few steps back. The sound was so twisted amongst the lightning and the rain. The cat didn't have to think twice. He retreated inside.\n\n``Okay. So maybe that won't work.'' Yure blushed. He looked down and felt his rod swelling.\n\n``Great.'' He thought to himself. ``This is no time for play.'' \n\nThe cat looked out the window as the rain seemed to intensify. Yure sucked his stomach in. His forehead was getting damp. Dare he cross his legs? The cat wouldn't buckle. Not yet. He was a big boy!\n\nThe blue feline raced across the room to the changing station and bed. He sat on his friend's bed and peered at his one-eyed friend. \n\nYure put his hands over his pecker trying to cover his vision. The cat had to find something to wear over his pee-pee or else he would be temped to pee all over Simia's treehouse. \n\n``Is the rain getting harder? The cat thought to himself as he picked up the sounds of running water.\n\n``Meow. No. Focus Yure.'' He knew Simia had no pants...but he did have\n\nYure opened the diaper pail. He held his nose immediately. The diapers at this point looked like half eaten peppermint patties with globs of brown encrusted around the white fabric. The cat picked up the first loaded pamp carefully by the tips of his fingers. He closed the bin. He held the loaded diaper with both hands. He almost trembled as he opened up the used diaper. He right hand slipped as he went to cover his nose from the nauseating smell. \n\n``Opps...'' He whispered.\n\nTime froze. The rain stopped beating. The diaper, like a massive pendulum, swung downwards. Yure's breathing stopped as he held his nose. The heavy diaper swung back and forth, but it was so compact that none of Simia's load managed to fall out. \n\nYure breathed a sigh of relief. ``That would have been hard to explain.'' The cat returned the loaded diaper to its rightful place. \n\n``What else would work?''\n\nThe cat limply walked to the chest of drawers and started looking at Simia's shirts. He settled on a red t-shirt with blue stars that he had seen his friend wear a million times and tied it snuggly around his waist. \n\n``This will have to do.'' Yure proudly noted his make-shift diaper.\n\nStill his pee-pee may be covered, but that didn't mean the urge to pee had gotten any better. If anything, it was worse. His stomach felt tight. He gripped his gut as he walked to the middle of the room. \n\nThe blue feline gathered the blocks his friend played with and started to entertain himself. The cat made a tower and knocked it over. He giggled. As he stood up on his knees and bent over to pick up a block he tooted loudly into the shirt. The fart muffled against the clothing, which made Yure chuckle.\n\nThe cat sat back down and fanned the air around him. ``That was close.'' He looked down and his jaw dropped.\n\nThe stars on the shirt were getting a shade darker. The cat tensed up and calmed his breathing. \n\n``Okay just a dribble came out. No problem.'' He went back to playing with the blocks when a gust of wind came roaring through the tree house.\n\nYure hissed and buried his head in his crotch. ``Might as well have a sniff.'' The cat smiled as he took a huge waft of his slightly soiled crotch. Yure's head bolted up quickly as he heard a crash. \n\nThe blue feline crawled over as a bottle rolled towards him from the toppled garbage bin and was stopped by his blocks. Yure stretched to pick up the bottle but paused. His stomach turned as he read the message. The cat had written out the word pee in blocks! The cat stood up and backed away.\n\n``No.'' His cheeks were flush, and he batted back the damp fur on his head. He stumbled back. His legs felt like pieces of iron holding up an anvil instead of just a loaded bladder. The rain pounded against the wooden frame and the wind stirred outside. The feline looked down and tensed his paws. He clenched his teeth hard and stood at attention as if nothing would move him from this place. His bladder's last stand. \n\nHis breathing slowed. Yure ignored the sweat staining the spider-monkey's shirt. He just focussed on one thought. ``I won't pee.''\n\nJust as it seemed that the storm outside was calming down outside Simia swooped in suddenly from behind the cat. The spider-monkey dropped a large pack of diapers beside him and gave the feline a huge bear hug. ``I'm back.'' Simia yelled.\n\nThe spider-monkey didn't hear a hello or how you're doing. Instead what he heard was a grunt or perhaps whimper? Yure made a raspy yelp that sounded like a cross between bliss and sadness. For the cat's guard had fallen for just a moment and that was all it took.\n\nThe feline was urinating fiercely all over the shirt that hung around his waist. The cloth quickly became dark and soiled. The cat started to pant almost desperately. He leaned forward through the hug and the heavy drenched shirt dropped to the floor and the cat started to pee freely forward. His yellow stream was immense, and it flooded the treehouse with his smell. \n\nYure felt his friend loosen his grip. The spider-monkey stood beside his friend diaper free. The blue cat looked up at Simia with wet eyes. His stream died and then was reduced to a sad dribble. Simia just smiled and started to pee. He didn't have to say anything. They just stood side by side shoulder to shoulder as the monkey made his home smell heavy with the scene of their urine. \n\nThe rain had stopped, and the sun now peaked through the storm clouds. Rays of light made the pool of urine glisten in the middle of the treehouse. \n\nIt was going to be a beautiful day after all. \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"No Diaper No Problem

     Yure swung aimlessly in the tire swing. The tire was held effortlessly by a series of thick green vines. The blue cat dangled from the tire as he rocked back and forth, watching the foliage through the window become closer and distant with every push of momentum. His yellow eyes darted to a series of empty glass bottles that littered the floor near the swing.

The blue cat scratched his belly, while maintaining his balance.

``That banana juice was yummy.'' He thought to himself. The cat looked down to his small pink pecker poking out slightly through the tire. ``Good indeed.''

Yure was visiting his friend Simia in his treehouse high above the ground below. Yure was a blue feline with a beautiful thick coat of powder blue fur. He had a luscious thick curly tail that poked up from behind him. His nose was jet black and his eyes shimmered like the morning sun. No one would dare call the cat fat, but he was a little pudgy around his waist.

The cat jumped down from the swing tire and landed on all four. His ears tinged with pink, perked up as he heard the sound of raindrops lightly bounce against the wooden roof above.

Yure looked around and waddled over to the empty glasses. He gathered the four bottles in his paws and dumped them in a primitive garbage bin. They clanked against the wood as the cat dropped them one by one.

The cat normally wore a thick diaper, because he was prone to wetting. He couldn't help it! Today, he wanted to be a big boy in front of his friend Simia. His friend, a spider-monkey with grey fur also wore diapers, but as it turned out, he was fresh out when Yure arrived. So Simia took off saying he would be right back with a fresh pack of diapers.

``That was hours ago.'' Yure thought to himself. Besides, the cat had to do something while he waited, and he was feeling peckish. The cat rummaged through his friend's fridge and had found some bottles of banana juice. The thick white-yellow liquid tasted so sweet. Soon one bottle became two, and two became four.

Yure took a look around the treehouse where his friend lived. He had already made use of the tire swing, which had settled into a slight rocking. A few toddler toys like blocks, cars and crayons were scattered in an unorganized mess that only a child's mind understood.

There was a fridge where he found the delicious battle juice and beside it were various crates filled with different fruits, berries and even some nuts. To the east side was a small changing station and a bed close to the ground mostly covered in thick leaves. Yure had accidentally opened the pail near the station, which he immediately closed upon inspection. Judging from the smell and loaded pamps it became clear why his friend had left to get more diapers.

To the north was a small chest of drawers with the few clothes that the spider-monkey wore when forced. Cute little bright shirts, scarves and as Yure had recalled the occasional pair of pants. Who needs pants when you have a diaper?

Yure looked at himself in the broken piece of glass that Simia must have used as a mirror when a bolt of lightning made the cat jump and his fur spiked up.

``Oh no'' he muttered. The cat retreated towards Simia's bed. As he ran towards the safety of a comfy bed that was when he felt the first inkling of his stomach tightening and his pee-pee hardening.

It was that all familiar hot flash from between his legs. A bead of sweat rolled down Yure's forehead as the lightning crackled outside.

It was the need to pee.

Yure fingered his small pecker carefully. So, moist and delightfully pink. It wouldn't take much for the feline to relieve himself.

``No.'' The cat thought to himself. He knew his friend didn't have a toilet in his home. Hard enough to even wire his small fridge, yet alone plumbing for something the monkey never used. Yure opened the few drawers of the changing table pulling out baby wipes, bottles, pacifiers and other baby accessories.

``Jeez, he doesn't even have a portapotty.'' The cat scratched his chin.

The sky lit up as a series of bolts ran across the sky. The cat yelped as he jetted across the tree house near the entrance. He held his chest and collapsed against the floor like a mound of mush.

He crawled to the edge and looked down.

Yure could make out the ground. A collage of dirty leaves, green foliage and dark rocks.

``Maybe.'' The cat pulled himself up and sat on the edge. He held his pee-pee in his hands.

``This isn't cheating right?'' He asked no on in particular. ``I'll just pee outside. No mess and the rain will wash everything away.''

The cat smiled at his own genius. He readied himself. The rain provided a soothing soundtrack to his process. He gave his pee-pee a few tugs as he felt the build up in his bladder. He licked his lips as he knew sweet release was coming. A jungle golden shower! Just as the cat felt ready to spray the forest with his own personal brand of perfume, a large growl, or was that a shriek echoed amongst the trees. It got louder and louder. Yure stood up. The cat took a few steps back. The sound was so twisted amongst the lightning and the rain. The cat didn't have to think twice. He retreated inside.

``Okay. So maybe that won't work.'' Yure blushed. He looked down and felt his rod swelling.

``Great.'' He thought to himself. ``This is no time for play.''

The cat looked out the window as the rain seemed to intensify. Yure sucked his stomach in. His forehead was getting damp. Dare he cross his legs? The cat wouldn't buckle. Not yet. He was a big boy!

The blue feline raced across the room to the changing station and bed. He sat on his friend's bed and peered at his one-eyed friend.

Yure put his hands over his pecker trying to cover his vision. The cat had to find something to wear over his pee-pee or else he would be temped to pee all over Simia's treehouse.

``Is the rain getting harder? The cat thought to himself as he picked up the sounds of running water.

``Meow. No. Focus Yure.'' He knew Simia had no pants...but he did have

Yure opened the diaper pail. He held his nose immediately. The diapers at this point looked like half eaten peppermint patties with globs of brown encrusted around the white fabric. The cat picked up the first loaded pamp carefully by the tips of his fingers. He closed the bin. He held the loaded diaper with both hands. He almost trembled as he opened up the used diaper. He right hand slipped as he went to cover his nose from the nauseating smell.

``Opps...'' He whispered.

Time froze. The rain stopped beating. The diaper, like a massive pendulum, swung downwards. Yure's breathing stopped as he held his nose. The heavy diaper swung back and forth, but it was so compact that none of Simia's load managed to fall out.

Yure breathed a sigh of relief. ``That would have been hard to explain.'' The cat returned the loaded diaper to its rightful place.

``What else would work?''

The cat limply walked to the chest of drawers and started looking at Simia's shirts. He settled on a red t-shirt with blue stars that he had seen his friend wear a million times and tied it snuggly around his waist.

``This will have to do.'' Yure proudly noted his make-shift diaper.

Still his pee-pee may be covered, but that didn't mean the urge to pee had gotten any better. If anything, it was worse. His stomach felt tight. He gripped his gut as he walked to the middle of the room.

The blue feline gathered the blocks his friend played with and started to entertain himself. The cat made a tower and knocked it over. He giggled. As he stood up on his knees and bent over to pick up a block he tooted loudly into the shirt. The fart muffled against the clothing, which made Yure chuckle.

The cat sat back down and fanned the air around him. ``That was close.'' He looked down and his jaw dropped.

The stars on the shirt were getting a shade darker. The cat tensed up and calmed his breathing.

``Okay just a dribble came out. No problem.'' He went back to playing with the blocks when a gust of wind came roaring through the tree house.

Yure hissed and buried his head in his crotch. ``Might as well have a sniff.'' The cat smiled as he took a huge waft of his slightly soiled crotch. Yure's head bolted up quickly as he heard a crash.

The blue feline crawled over as a bottle rolled towards him from the toppled garbage bin and was stopped by his blocks. Yure stretched to pick up the bottle but paused. His stomach turned as he read the message. The cat had written out the word pee in blocks! The cat stood up and backed away.

``No.'' His cheeks were flush, and he batted back the damp fur on his head. He stumbled back. His legs felt like pieces of iron holding up an anvil instead of just a loaded bladder. The rain pounded against the wooden frame and the wind stirred outside. The feline looked down and tensed his paws. He clenched his teeth hard and stood at attention as if nothing would move him from this place. His bladder's last stand.

His breathing slowed. Yure ignored the sweat staining the spider-monkey's shirt. He just focussed on one thought. ``I won't pee.''

Just as it seemed that the storm outside was calming down outside Simia swooped in suddenly from behind the cat. The spider-monkey dropped a large pack of diapers beside him and gave the feline a huge bear hug. ``I'm back.'' Simia yelled.

The spider-monkey didn't hear a hello or how you're doing. Instead what he heard was a grunt or perhaps whimper? Yure made a raspy yelp that sounded like a cross between bliss and sadness. For the cat's guard had fallen for just a moment and that was all it took.

The feline was urinating fiercely all over the shirt that hung around his waist. The cloth quickly became dark and soiled. The cat started to pant almost desperately. He leaned forward through the hug and the heavy drenched shirt dropped to the floor and the cat started to pee freely forward. His yellow stream was immense, and it flooded the treehouse with his smell.

Yure felt his friend loosen his grip. The spider-monkey stood beside his friend diaper free. The blue cat looked up at Simia with wet eyes. His stream died and then was reduced to a sad dribble. Simia just smiled and started to pee. He didn't have to say anything. They just stood side by side shoulder to shoulder as the monkey made his home smell heavy with the scene of their urine.

The rain had stopped, and the sun now peaked through the storm clouds. Rays of light made the pool of urine glisten in the middle of the treehouse.

It was going to be a beautiful day after all.

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