It was the same routine every week for Taylor - wait in the corner of the locker rooms until everyone had gone to lunch, then stealthily change back into his jeans before anyone could catch a glimpse of him. Despite sometimes waiting around for upwards of thirty minutes, it wasn’t all bad. Watching an entire room of college jocks strip before him certainly made up for it. It was like Taylor’s own little private show, except no-one really knew he was looking. The jocks paid him little attention anyway.  The light-blue furred wolf actively enjoyed the secrecy sometimes, getting a rush as he managed to sneak a glance at a nice bulge, or a firm butt. He didn’t fit in with the others, given that his slim, effeminate figure that made him appear more like a cheerleader than a member of the soccer team. Being a wolf meant he had fearsome sprinting skills, which was why he’d been allowed on the team in the first place. His little trick had worked so far, but such secrecy might seem peculiar to some, but the reason behind it was even stranger; the wolf wore diapers. 

He didn’t wear them because he had to, he wore them because he wanted to. He got a thrill from crinkling around the school grounds, along with the usual satisfaction that his diaper-fetish gave him. Taylor used his thick, crinkly underwear for both purposes, but never doing the dirtier of the two at school - no, he saved that for when he could spend a long time enjoying it. He wasn’t against wetting himself in public though, even having done it in the locker rooms! One particular time he’d enjoyed greatly was watching the group of jocks gang up on a small, scrawny squirrel who’d entered by mistake, in which Taylor slowly wet himself and imagined the boisterous athletes were teasing him instead. That had been a very hard boner to hide.. 

Today was no different. After a vigorous practice session Taylor and the team entered the locker rooms, the more vocal boys boasting about their skills and exchanging banter amongst themselves. The room quickly became steamy from all the sweating and heavy exhaling the exhausted jocks were doing, which drove the frisky little wolf mad. The musky odours circling in the air had his diaper tenting in seconds, which he quickly concealed by holding his bag in front of his crotch. He swiftly sat down and pulled out his phone, trying not to look away from the screen, else he doubted he’d be able to contain himself. Taylor began his usual routine of waiting until everyone had left - unfortunately five minutes had passed before plans changed. 

Taylor’s attention was immediately snapped away from his phone as he heard a loud whipping noise, followed by pained howling. A lion, adorning a wicked grin on his face, had just rolled up a towel and truck the ass of a husky Taylor was particular fond of - or rather, fond of his ass. Having struck him mid-change, the lion had managed to leave a bright red mark on the husky’s naked, bubbly rump. The diaper-loving wolf just stared, freezing up as the tent in his diaper returned, turning the plastic stretched and stiff. Softness met his erection, the fluffy insides of the diaper feeling utterly amazing as it gently brushed around the head of the canid’s throbbing member. He couldn’t help but buck his hips a little, grinding his front against the bag in his lap. A faint crinkle came from his diapered crotch, the crinkly plastic certainly being quite loud. Luckily, the guffaw of laughter bouncing around the room was loud enough to cover for it. 

Figuring the coast was clear, Taylor allowed himself to indulge a little more. Drew, the lion who had struck the husky, quickly moved on to the other college boys, whipping at anyone he got close to. For a group of macho-minded men, even Taylor had to note the queerness of the activity, though he wasn’t complaining as his humping became frantic. A quiet, effeminate moan escaped his lips as a particularly strong throb of pleasure pulsed down the length of his diapered stiffy. He immediately froze up, hoping no-one had seen him. With ears perked up and eyes flicking around the room frantically, Taylor quickly deduced that no-one had seen him. Or so he thought. Despite the hormones coursing through his body, and the boner that didn’t seem to want to go away, Taylor managed to turn his attention back to his phone. The wolf waited for everyone to leave, stood up and dropped his pants. 

The bloated, yellow front of his diaper was completely on show, stretched by his firm, modestly-sized cock that was twitching inside, begging for relief. He sat down on the bench with a crinkle, legs splayed as his soaked padding bulged between his legs. A musky aroma arose from his thighs, the front of his puffy garment coated with pre he’d leaked out during the obscenely hot towel-whipping antics. With his cock slick with cum, he cupped his squishy crotch and started humping away, muffled squishing filling the locker rooms as Taylor took care of all his pent up urges. Within minutes a quiet moaning filled the room, the slim wolf shooting globs of cum all over the front of his swollen, urine-soaked crotch. After taking a moment to pant, Taylor grabbed his normal clothes, slipped into them and quietly left to go to lunch. He hadn’t even noticed the husky from before sitting in the other corner, phone in his hands as he discreetly recorded the whole thing..

Taylor’s day continued as normal, and so did his evening. Unsurprisingly, nothing came of his locker-room lewdness, and no rumours of ‘Taylor the diaperboy’ cropped up anywhere on social media. Content, the wolf fell asleep in his piss-sodden diaper - but not before humping his front against various surfaces first. Morning came around and the wolf awoke, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, a muffled squelch coming from his pants. After a change and a shower, the wolf scoffed down a quick breakfast before departing to class, crinkling all the way. The lesson was slow, but second period meant soccer practice, and thus more fun to be had. Taylor changed into his kid beforehand in the toilets, given that it was during lesson-time and thus always empty. Practice went as usual, again normality continuing as nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Although Taylor did notice an extra bulkiness to a certain team-member’s crotch, and quickly began fantasizing the boy sporting a large cock, ready to stretch his wolfish ass in a whole manner of lewd ways. From then onwards, Taylor discovered it was very hard to play soccer with a stiff diaper-boner..

Once practice was over, the usual happened. Taylor took his seat in the corner and waited. Nothing fun happened today, although being sat next to the toilets meant that when a tiger took what Taylor counted to be a two-minute long piss, he caught a musky whiff of it, and swiftly started imagining the jock peeing down the back of his diaper for that long instead of the toilet. His erection returned, warmth throbbing through it as the head of his cock squished against his padding, especially soaked today given all the water he’d been drinking. Eventually, people started leaving and the locker room became less frantic. Noting that twenty minutes had passed, Taylor looked up from his phone to gauge how many people were left. He counted five, but then a sixth person caught his eye - the husky from yesterday, and the same team-member who’d had a bulkier crotch. He was, much like the wolf, simply sat down, still in his uniform. 

Taylor narrowed his eyes, looking at the boy to try and figure out why he wasn’t changing. The grey-furred husky was, like Taylor, on his phone, occasionally tapping the screen. His crotch, like before, was still much larger than usual, so the wolf quickly deduced that he must just be pent up, and now watching porn on his phone. He grinned and went back to his own phone, although fantasies of him being the one to help the husky quench his lusty urges surfaced, making it hard to focus. It certainly helped that the husky always wore a jock-strap, complimenting his thick, chunky thighs, defined V-lines and his wide hips. The effeminate boy closed his eyes and let his mind run wild, various deprived scenarios were cooked up by the frisky wolf’s brain, keeping him busy as everyone left the locker room. 

As Taylor was day-dreaming, the husky, Blake, stood up and made towards the door. Instead of leaving though, he closed it and blocked the handle by propping a chair up against it. No-one would come by that end of the school for at least an hour, but he wanted to make doubly sure his plans wouldn’t be interrupted. Taylor heard the door click shut and immediately opened his eyes to check he was alone. Much to his surprise, the husky was stood in the middle of the room, staring directly at him. 
“I know your secret, you little pervert.” he suddenly barked, breaking the silence. 
“I? Uh.. What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen you touch yourself in here, it’s pretty fuckin’ gay.” Blake responded, approaching Taylor until he was stood directly in front of the wolf. He looked up at the husky, who was far taller than he was. He wasn’t all that nervous, after all, Taylor had a much worse secret to conceal.

“Don’t think I don’t know about your diapers too.”
‘Shit..’ Taylor thought to himself, gulping. He pulled his eyes away from the husky’s which instead meant that he was looking straight ahead, and directly in front of his face was the jock’s crotch. It still retained that extra bulk, bulging against the front of his shorts as if to tease Taylor. 
“I dunno’ what to say man, it is what it is..” Taylor shrugged, struggling to find the right words. 
“You’re right. You’re a disgusting little diaper-faggot, and that is what it is. You like to watch me and my friends get naked, you probably even jerk off to it at home. That’s fuckin’ weird to think about..” the husky said with a slight shudder. “So, I thought I might teach the gay little diaper-boy a lesson or two. I reckon you’ve thought about us wearing diapers plenty of times.” he scoffed, hooking a thumb through the waistband of his shorts. 

“I, Uh. I’m not answering that. I mean, sorry man. Just, don’t tell anyone, alright? I’ll leave the team if you want, just.. We’re cool, right?” Taylor squeaked. He hadn’t really been the target of bullying before, being fairly popular and liked by his friends. The wolf hoped he’d get through this with his reputation unscathed. 
“Oh, I’m not telling anyone. Still, I can’t let you go without learning your lesson. I mean, you did whack-off to my ass. You owe me.” Blake huffed, placing one hand on the wolf’s chin whilst his other remained on his shorts. “Seems you like diapers so much, how about I get you to admit that, mm?” Blake let Taylor ponder that thought for a moment, before suddenly pulling down his shorts and kicking them away. 

Taylor was wrong, so very wrong. Blake hadn’t been sporting a boner all day, the reason for his bulky crotch was down to something else entirely. Much to the wolf’s surprise, the husky jock with the nice ass was now stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a thick, puffy diaper. 
“What the fuck…?” Taylor mumbled, confused with face held in place by the husky’s paw. He’d never actually seen another guy diapered in real life before, so the sight was a surprise in more ways than one. Still, it was a nice sight at that. He just stared, noting how poofy and thick the jock’s crotch looked, tight plastic coupled with an inch of puffy, soft diaper-pulp creating a padding-bulge that Taylor couldn’t help but admire. Sure enough, his own crotch expanded as a tent began to grow, shorts becoming tight around it. 

Blake noticed and just scoffed. 
“Look at you, already getting a fucking boner. You like this, huh?” the husky barked, grabbing his own crotch and giving it a squeeze. His fingers sunk into the plastic and a loud crinkling filled the air, to which Taylor responded with a shy nod and a mumbled: “Y-yes.. Oh god yes.” Without warning, the husky moved his paw from the wolf’s chin and grabbed the back of his head, getting a handful of fur. 
“You like it? You LIKE my diaper? Say it, fag. You LOVE my diaper..”
“F-fuck..” Taylor wheezed, slightly in pain given the hold on the back of his head, but the humiliation he was feeling and the incredibly confused boner he had was more of a concern. “I.. I love your diaper.. Gah..” he squeaked, cheeks flaring red as he stared at Blake’s puffy padding. 

Suddenly, Taylor felt his head get yanked forwards and before he could even process what was happening, he found his face smothered by the warm, smooth plastic of the husky’s diaper. Loud crinkling filled his ears, nose pressed right up against the garment’s exterior. He wiggled and squirmed, but Blake was much stronger, effortlessly holding the wolf against his crotch as he snickered. 
“I saw you sniffing around the toilets a few days ago. You like piss too? Fuck, you’re disgusting.” Blake jeered, grinding the wolf’s face into his diapered-dick. Much to Taylor’s surprise, he felt something poke his cheek, the mass getting bigger and bigger, and the husky’s diaper became tight. It didn’t take much to conclude that the jock was, like Taylor, sporting a diaper-stiffy. 

His grinds turned to humps, the force of them eliciting little squeaks from the effeminate, scrawny wolf. The husky’s hips swayed with rhythm, bucking back and forth as he humped against the boy’s face, curled tail wagging. A few moans even escaped his lips, edging him on to pin Taylor’s head against the tiled wall of the locker room as his hips thrusted forwards. 
“Ah.. F-fuck…” the husky panted, cock twitching against Taylor’s face, even through the thickness of his diaper. “Look at you, taking a dick to the face without even saying a word. You’re probably the biggest fag in the entire school..”
Taylor didn’t disagree, he just took it, a hand even slipping down to his own crotch, which was now bulging against his shorts as his cock begged for relief. 

Blake growled and swatted the pervy wolf’s hand away.
“Don’t you fucking touch yourself in front of me..” he snapped, immediately ceasing his humping and catching his breath. “You really have no standards, do you? I bet you’d take any dick you found, wouldn’t surprise me if you sucked someone off just to get your gay-ass on the team in the first place!” he grinned, tugging a little on the wolf’s head, bringing his nose back into the centre of the diaper. The husky remained still for a moment, body freezing up. Taylor didn’t have the slightest clue what he was doing, but with his hair about to be pulled out, he dare not move nor question the jock. He did take in the sight before him though; Blake was hot, without a doubt. A little bit of fuzz poked out the top of his diaper, complimented by a masculine amount of chest-fluff. A general muskiness clung to the boy as well, no doubt down to all the exercise he’d done during practice. His diaper had accumulated a fair amount of the scent too, which only made Taylor’s erection even more desperate for attention. 

A sudden warmth pressed against the wolf’s sensitive nose, the plastic growing hot and soft. The sigh that the husky gave coupled with the pungent, musky scent bombarding Taylor’s nose made it pretty obvious what Blake was doing; he was peeing! 
“Aahh… Get a load of this, fag..” he teased, sighing as he relaxed his bladder. A gush of pee splashed against the inside of his diaper, trickling down and dampening his plump, fuzzy balls. The pulp of the diaper immediately absorbed the boy’s piss, swelling as the yellow fluid was sapped away inside absorbent polymers. Consequently, the plastic began to stretch and turn a faded yellow, the insides getting so squishy and soaked that Taylor could feel the piss-soaked mass grow against his face. He moaned and kicked his feet, crotch now bucking helplessly at the air as the effluvium of soaked diaper teased his nose, a tantalizing scent that made him wanting more. 

Blake didn’t even have to hump into Taylor anymore, the wolf happily grinded his face into the squishy, wet diaper, nose forcing the soft insides against the jock’s throbbing cock.
“Fuck me.. Look at you.. A little enthusiastic, aren’t we? You love my piss? You like the feel of a wet diaper against your face, you disgusting little shit?” the husky growled, harsh words, but words that rung heavy in Taylor’s ears. He nodded and called out, along with a stifled moan;
“Oh fuck.. Yes! Yessss..” He was completely oblivious to the phone in the corner, recording the whole act. All that he cared about was the soft, warm diaper squelching against his face. The husky was still peeing, drenching his padding from front to back with a constant flood of piss that spurted out the end of his twitching cock. The flood coupled with Taylor’s rough nuzzling had Blake’s diaper leaking a little, the garment so heavily used that it just couldn’t contain the load. Warm urine tricked out the sides, pooling against the leg-gatherer’s before wettening the wolf’s fur.

Taylor paid it no mind, in fact he loved the thought of his face reeking of another man’s piss, so just went with it. He happily forced more yellow fluids out, sniffing up the pungent, masculine odour that came with them with a fierce lust for more.
“You’re soaked with piss.. MY piss.. And you don’t even care. The fuck is wrong with you?” Blake snarled, ignoring the fact that he too was finding great enjoyment in the situation. Not just in the humiliation of Taylor, but the utterly glorious feel of grinding his squishy diaper against the boy’s face. Before either of them got too close to blowing their loads, Blake pulled away, leaving Taylor to whine and nuzzle at the air. Drips of pee trickled down his snout, splashing onto the floor below. Most of his face was damp, and he truly looked pathetic. The jock chuckled, poking the boy’s chest harshly.

“Tell me what you are, admit you’re a diaper-loving little bitch..” 
“Rrf.. Fuck, B-Blake. I..” It was all too much for Taylor to process. He’d spent years fantasizing about situations just like this one, but now that it was actually happening his body was a chemical warzone. Hormones raced through him and sexual desires took control of his thoughts. Without care for the consequences, he happily exclaimed, with a twitch of his plump diaper-boner: “Gah! I’m a diaper-loving bitch!”
“Good boy. Now smile for the camera..” Blake said deviously, grabbing his phone and bringing it into view. He hit stop on the record button and placed it to one side. “I’m sure the rest of the team will fucking LOVE seeing that tomorrow.”
“Shit.. you can’t share that with anyone! I’ll be ruined! Come on, man..” Taylor whined, eyes still fixed on the husky’s dripping, plump diaper.. 

“Shut up, I don’t care what you have to say. Now, I’ve got to take a shit and I don’t feel like taking this off just yet. Gonna behave whilst I do that?”
“W-what?”
“That’s what I thought.” 

Taylor’s eyes went wide and his heart pounded in his chest as the jock seized both his shoulders, fingers gripping tight before pulling him down onto his back, sprawled out on the bench. 
“Blake… I-..”
“You gonna’ sniff my diapered butt, fag? That’s what gay dogs do, right? Sniff ass?” Blake snickered, turning around and lifting his tail. The husky’s ass was nice enough, being plump, firm, and so very thick, but with the diaper’s added cushyness, Taylor could take one photo and probably fap to it alone for the rest of his life, Blake’s diaperbutt was just that good. It hovered above his face, plastic soft and pulled tightly against the jock’s muscular buttcheeks.

Without care for crushing Taylor’s nose, Blake brought his ass down and completely smothered the little diaperdog’s face with it. His snout sank into the puffy, pillow-like surface of his rump, nose poking against the cleft of the husky’s bubblebutt. The wolf’s head was smushed between the bench and the diaper on his face, with no hope of escaping the situation. He humped at the air, cock throbbing so much that it poked out the top of his diaper, head oozing pre onto his tummy.
“Wow.. That’s just.. You really have no standards, do you? Stupid gay dog..” Blake scoffed, tummy growling as breakfast caught up with him. He adjusted himself, diaper crinkling as the soft, poofy seat smothered the wolf’s face.

Taylor could feel both the husky’s warm cheeks envelop his face, cupping his snout between them and muffling all the moans he let out. He felt Blake tense up, the jock’s ass clenching against his face, before a loud grunt filled his ears. Without warning, the husky effortlessly lifted his tail and let rip a long, airy fart right into the seat of his diaper. The crinkly fabric puffed up with the fetid air, rumbling against Taylor’s face and bombarding his nose with the raw stench of Blake’s disgusting gas. Still, the wolf sniffed, shuddering at the repulsive smells filling his nostrils. 
“Fuck me, a fart-sniffer too? You’re pretty much ASKING for me - Hnnng - to share all this shit with the team..” Blake had paused mid-sentence to blast off another rancid, bubbly ‘Prrmmmmpppttt’ that shook Taylor’s snout and puffed up his diaper-seat even more. It peppered his nose with the smell of shit, a wet gurgle coming shortly after.

With a few wiggles and the occasional bounce, Blake grinned as he blasted the fag’s face with fart after fart, the raunchy gas getting progressively worse, each one rumbling into his padded seat and subjecting the wolf to a concoction of overwhelming smells. There was a slight eggy stench, coupled with a meatiness that had Taylor shuddering. He braced himself as the jock grunted once again, but no fart came. Instead, a loud, wet crackling came from the diaper as the seat of it suddenly bulged outwards. Taylor froze up as the firm head of a log bulged around his nose, engulfing it and turning the plastic warm and lumpy. 
“Nnnggff.. Fuck, this is gonna’ STINK!” Blake howled, baring down on the faggot-wolf’s face and forcing his squishy dump out. The seat expanded rapidly, drooping down around Taylor’s snout and even sagging against his chin. 

Mess squelched up to sully the husky’s taint, warming his balls as his diaper bloated with mess that had the consistency of peanut-butter. It bubbled around and splattered against Taylor’s face like a pancake. The stench numbed his nose, being so overwhelming that he wouldn’t forget it for years to come, and the smell certainly wouldn’t be leaving his nostrils for weeks. The lumpy bulge had grown so big that it was like Blake had stuffed a soccer ball down his pants, it completely burying the wolf’s face and sagging down the sides of his head. The husky finished his mess with a meaty fart that bubbled through his steaming shit like a mud-bath, coating the insides of his diaper completely and turning the exterior a muddy, chunky brown;

‘FRRRMMMMMPPPRRRRLBLBLBLTT!’

“Sniff, dog. Worship my messy, diapered ass! Love it, it’s all you’re good for..” Blake grinned, rocking back and forth and forcing his fudgy load to spread around, a few bubbles popping and creating wet splatting noises. Taylor was in complete heaven; his head was spinning and his nose was throbbing, but he just couldn’t stop sniffing. His humping grew frantic, cock rubbing against the tight waistband of his pre-stained pamper. It didn’t take much for a loud, muffled moan to rumble against the husky’s loaded seat, followed shortly by the little wolf fag’s cock twitching as it throbbed with pleasure, shooting strands of sticky cum all over his stomach. It stained his fur, marking him with yet another bodily fluid, that time at least his own. He heard the husky snap a few pictures before he stood up, peeling his bloated, messy diaperbutt off of Taylor’s face, only for it to droop back down and smack him on the nose. 

The wolf’s face was stained with dried piss, and absolutely reeked of soiled diaper. His eyes were watery and his nose runny. A constant moaning was coming from his lips as the aftermath of the best orgasm he’d ever had coursed through his body, a warm pool of cum settled on his tummy. The husky quickly grabbed his shorts and pulled them on, diaper squelching as the hot, musky load inside was pressed back against his fluffy, cute backside. He wiggled around a little, enjoying the warm, relaxing feel of his loaded, ruined diaper. With one final glance at the wolf, he simply scoffed, turned around and called over his shoulder:

“Meet me after class, or I’ll share these videos with EVERYONE.”

He then departed, leaving Taylor to sit in a puddle of his own cum, the stench of messy diaper still heavy in the air, and the perverted wolf wanting more...