Mac had to pee. Badly.  He squirmed in his school desk openly. The other kids whispered around him. Was he going to pee his pants? This was the question on everyone’s mind. Mac was a known potty pants. He had gotten a reputation for it after going in his pants every day for a week straight. After his first ever accident at school, he’d gone in his pants at least once a week ever since. It had originally gotten him teased, but now it had gotten him a reputation for being kind of cool for it. Everyone just got used to the fact that Mac peed in his pants, and sometimes even more. But the way he was squirming and holding his crotch, everyone was wondering whether their classmate was about to make a puddle under his desk.
	The coywolf squirmed and huffed at his desk, openly holding his crotch. His teacher just sighed. She’d tried her best to stop Mac from going in his pants, but couldn’t seem to find a good solution. Mac’s parents somehow ended up blaming his teacher for his accidents, so the teacher had given up on worrying about it. She just kept a puppy pad under Mac’s desk and waited for the inevitable.  
	“Mister Wilson, if you need to use the restroom, you are allowed…” the black labrador pleaded, watching as Mac squirmed. 
	“That’s okay, I’m good!” Mac piped up, flashing a cheeky grin. 
	His teacher sighed. “Please…if you need to go, just go,” she begged. 
	“Just go? Well, if you say so…” Mac said, a big smirk stretched across his face. 
	“Wait no, that’s not…”  the lab started to say, but it was too late. 
Mac sighed with relief as he began to flood his pants with warm puppy piddle. He felt the warm liquid pooling under him, soaking into his rump and the fur of his balls. Everyone was quiet, minus some light giggling as they all watched Mac wet himself.  He let his tongue hang out of his muzzle dramatically as he whizzed in his pants. 
Mac was a pants wetter. A known pants wetter. He relished in the reputation. He loved that people knew him for it. It didn’t matter that he was always picked first for sports, if he wasn’t already the captain. It didn’t matter that the other kids wanted to hang out with him at recess. He was popular for more than a few reasons, but his favorite reason was his reputation of going potty in his pants.  He loved the way people would look at him in the hallway as he walked to the nurse’s office with a big wet stain down his legs, or sometimes even a lump in the seat of his pants. Some of the older students at his school had tried to tease him about it, but they stopped after they realized he truly didn’t care.  The whole school knew about Mac, and the way he used his pants as his potty. What started as a rumor that would make any other student a laughing stock, turned into something of a legend among the students. There was someone so brazenly into wetting their pants that they did it at school every week. It went against every social code in the book, but somehow, he escaped becoming a pariah. 
The classroom was silent for a moment, save for the sounds of dripping coming from Mac’s desk. The remaining piddle dripped into the puddle on the puppy pad below his desk, and Mac smiled up at the teacher. 
“All done!” Mac said cheerfully. 
“It would appear so…” Miss Ganner, the black lab, grumbled, folding her arms and shaking her head. 
“Nice one, Mac!” a voice called out. 
“That’s enough, Simon,” Miss Ganner said icily, “you know the drill, Mr. Wilson. Go to the nurse’s office.”
“Will do!” Mac said, hopping out of his desk with a swagger. 
Mac sauntered out of the classroom as boldly as any other time he left with soggy pants. He was excited to see who would see the big stain on his pants as he walked through the halls. He wondered who would giggle, and who would point. The younger students always giggled the most, and gawped as a “big kid” walked through the halls with piddly pants. Sometimes he’d make eye contact with a very sad student making the trip to the nurse’s office for the same reason, and it would cheer them up. That was another reason he enjoyed what he did. Accidents at his school were now mostly blasé. It was no big deal to have an accident in your pants any more. He’d inspired more than a few other students to give it a try. It was almost cool to have an “accident” at that point. 
Because it had gotten to be so popular, in its own way, the teachers didn’t know what to do. They sent home notes, mailed letters, sent out mass e-mails, but nothing seemed to work. The general consensus had come to just putting absorbent pads under the “accident prone” students in school until the fad passed. Mac felt proud that he’d started something so big. He had taken away the stigma surrounding the reputation-destroying potty accident. Sure, there was still quite a bit of students that found it taboo and gross, and resented it, but it was definitely no longer quite as big of a deal. 
Mac whistled a tune to himself as he approached the nurse’s office. He knocked on the door, and waited patiently for the kind kangaroo to open it up. The coywolf boy watched the door open, excited to see the nurse he’d come to know, but was shocked when a different face greeted him. Instead of a tired kangaroo woman, he was greeted by a bubbly tiger woman. 
“Oh dear! Oh no! Sweety, did you have an accident?!” the tiger woman gushed sympathetically.  She quickly ushered Mac into the office, and closed the door behind them. 
“Uh…yeah,” Mac said, a little off balance from the new face. 
“Oh, poor baby!” the tiger said sweetly. 
“Uh…where’s Mrs. Green?” Mac asked curiously as the tiger woman began filing through a cabinet.
“She got sent to a different school! I’m your new school nurse, Mrs. Pyres!” the young tiger said. She turned back to face Mac, and what she held in her paws made him take a step back. She was holding a Pull-Up in her paw, and a pair of extra shorts in the other. 
“Oh…good to meet you. I’m Mac,” he said, still a little unsure of what was happening. 
	“Oh, you’re Mac! They told me I’d meet you soon,” Mrs. Pyres said enthusiastically, “this is perfect! I actually wanted to be sure I bought the right size.” 
“Right size?” Mac asked, puzzled. He feared he knew what she meant, but didn’t want to admit it to himself.
“The right size of Pull-Ups, sweety!” Mrs. Pyres said kindly.
“Wait…like for the younger kids?” Mac asked. His heart raced in his chest. This had never happened before. Mrs. Green always just told him to clean himself up in the bathroom with a wet wipe, and gave him the spare shorts his parents kept at school. 
“No, silly, for you!” the tigress said with a big, warm smile. 
“But I don’t wear those. I keep spare undies and shorts here,” Mac protested.
“Oh no sweety, you don’t get undies back after going peepee in them,” Mrs. Pyres clucked. “Undies are for big boys who keep their pants dry,” she explained.
Mac felt his face flush. “Haha…okay you got me, good joke,” he said shakily.
Mrs. Pyres shook her head. “Now, are you going to be a big boy and put them on all by yourself? I don’t help anyone into Pull-Ups. You either do it yourself, or I’ll put you in a diaper,” she explained. There was no waffling in her voice. These were the options, and Mac could tell.
“A diaper?!” The coywolf asked in awe.
“Well, if you can’t keep your pants clean, then you have to wear protection. If you’re going to fuss about putting on a Pull-Up, then you get put into a diaper. Or, if you can’t keep your Pull-Up clean, then it’s right into a diaper,” Mrs. Pyres asserted. Her once sweet smiled seemed to take on a tone of devilishness.  She was enjoying this. “And we only have one extra pair of pants here for you…so you’d better hope you don’t leak, because you’ll be going right back to class in just a diaper.” 
“What?!” Mac asked in shock, “but they normally just send me home if I have a second accident!” 
Mrs. Pyres nodded. “Exactly! We had to find a way to keep all you students in school so your learning isn’t disrupted. So now, we do it this way,” the tigress cooed. She swished her tail casually, looking down at the coywolf wearing a pair of very wet shorts.  “Now, don’t you want to get out of those icky wet silly big boy undies? If you want, I’ll even help you get clean if you don’t fuss,” she said warmly. 
Mac’s head was spinning. A diaper? Only babies wore diapers, and he definitely wasn’t going to wear a Pull-Up either.  
“Come on, j-just give me my spare undies and quick joking…” Mac said nervously.
Mrs. Pyres shook her head. “I’m not going to say it again. Either you take the Pull-Up willingly, or I’m gonna put a diaper on your lil coywolf tush. Your choice,” the tigress asserted.
Mac could tell that she was being serious, but he couldn’t give up his ground. He had gotten this far already. If he wasn’t going to be able to escape such an embarrassing situation, he was going to go out fighting. He felt his tummy grumble a little, and knew what he was going to do.
“F-fine!” Mac said brattily. “But if you’re gonna make me wear one of those…” he said, then bent his knees and grunted.  He pushed, and was happy to find that he was able to easily fill his soaked underpants with mush without much effort. He pushed a few times, each time feeling more and more mush weigh down the back of his shorts with puppy mess. He looked up at Mrs. Pyres, expecting her to look at him the same way that Miss Ganner would look at him, but she seemed entirely unaffected. 
The tigeress waited patiently for Mac to finish emptying his lunch into his pants, and tutted. She put the Pull-Up back in the cabinet, and grabbed a diaper from the same area. “Guess we’re gonna have to put a diaper on you,” she said, matter-of-factly. 
Mac’s eyes widened. He hadn’t considered that she’d actually put him in a diaper. 
“W-wait, I’ll wear the Pull-Up!” he said quickly. 
“Too late for that, mister,” she cooed, “messy butts get put in diapers.” 
“Wait wait, I’m sorry!” Mac said, backing away. 
“Come on sweety, just hop up on the table and let me clean you up. You don’t want me to have to get Mr. Arkus in here, do you?” she threatened. 
Mac shuddered at the idea of Mr. Arkus, his big pit bull principal holding him down while he was forced into a diaper. He knew he’d be in big trouble if the principal had to come in. Defeated for the first time in a long time, Mac shook his head. 
“Good boy! Now, let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm? Poor guy in your potty pants…” Mrs. Pyres cooed.   She lifted Mac off the ground effortlessly, and placed him on an elevated cot. The sound of plastic and a disposable paper cover could be heard as he was placed on the cot. 
“Let’s get you all cleaned up and back to class, so you can learn and get real smart!” the tigress said, speaking in the same tone one might use when talking to an infant. 
Mac’s face burned hotly with embarrassment. He was not used to being the one that wasn’t calling the shots. Sure, he wasn’t a particularly bratty kid. He listened to his parents, his teachers, and the principal just fine on just about everything else. He hated being told what to do, so he found that if he just obeyed then he didn’t really get told what to do all that much. But he never gave up his desire to go in his pants, no matter what anyone told him. Somehow, though, Mrs. Pyres had him on the ropes. He couldn’t do anything but listen to her, and wait for the inevitable. 
The coywolf’s heart raced in his chest as she unbuttoned his shorts, and tugged them off in one quick motion. He felt exposed as he laid in just his soaked, messy Hero Hounds briefs on display for Mrs. Pyres to see. “Aww, hopefully your mommy can clean these for you. They’re so cute!” the tiger woman said sweetly. And quickly after that, she made quick work of removing those from Simon’s body as well. He was frozen in place, with his sheath, sack, and bottom on display to the nurse. He was paralyzed with a sense of mild humiliation he hadn’t felt since the very first time he wet his pants in class. But just like that first time, something else began to blossom in him. A strange warmth grew in his chest. His mind swam, as he began to wonder…did he want to wear a diaper? 
“Tsk, should have pulled those down before I sat you on the cot…sorry hun, it’s all squished in your fur. Gonna be a little bit to get you all cleaned up,” the tiger cooed sweetly. She tenderly began to wipe him clean with baby wipes. The nurse’s office reeked like a nursery. The smell of wipes, piddle, and puppy mush took over. But the nurse didn’t seem to mind at all. She dutifully cleaned Mac like he was a much younger puppy in need of a diaper change. 
Mac laid back, almost too relaxed, as he was wiped clean. He was in shock of what was happening. He was being cleaned up for a diaper change, like a much younger puppy. His private parts were on display for the nurse to see, and he didn’t even bother hiding them. She’d already seen everything. He felt a strange urge to put his thumb in his muzzle, but fought it. He kept trying to look at other things in the room to get his mind off of what was happening, but he couldn’t focus on anything long enough to ignore the truth. He was going to be put into a diaper. 
“There, that wasn’t so hard was it. Now, lift your bottom so I can get this on you,” the tiger instructed.  
Mac did as he was told, already too far gone to fuss at that point. Mrs. Pyres slid the diaper under his rump, and as he let his butt down, he felt the strange new sensation of the soft diaper under him. He saw the package that the diaper came from and saw that the diaper he was wearing was adorned with prints of a popular show for puppies much younger than him. He was curious, though, why the diapers were made in such a big size and still had such a babyish print. He squirmed a little on the table as the nurse began to puff his crotch with baby powder. He was thoroughly covered with the heavily scented white powder that completely covered his bits. Where his tan and grey furred bits had once been, ghost-white puppy parts appeared to take their place as the baby powder completely coated them. Baby powder was all he could smell, even over the scents of his ruined undies and pants. He knew everyone would smell him, and knew that there was next to no chance he wouldn’t be caught immediately when he went back to class.
As Mac lied on the table, thinking about how everyone in his class would find out he was wearing a diaper, he heard Mrs. Pyres cluck her tongue.  
“Well, that won’t do,” the tiger said with a giggly tone. 
Mac wondered what she was talking about. He’d been so preoccupied in his thoughts that he hadn’t taken notice of his growing erection swelling between his legs. His red rocket slid out of his sheath, and was a very obvious flash of red among the white all over his crotch. 
“I’m sorry!” Mac yelped, trying to hide his arousal.
“It’s okay, my little guy sometimes gets a bit showy when I put him in his beddy bye diapers. We’ll just wait a little bit,” Mrs. Pyers said, still giggling a bit at the boy’s embarrassment of his pokey parts. 
Mac’s whole body burned with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe himself. He was getting hard from wearing diapers? Or was it that he was hard from thinking about everyone in his class knowing he was wearing them. The thoughts went round and round in his head until he gasped, feeling his knot suddenly pop out of his sheath. He groaned. He knew it was going to take a long time to go back down, if it would at all. The coywolf only knew of two ways to make a knot go away. He could wait a long time, or get himself off. 
“Uh oh~” Mrs. Pyres said in a sing song voice. 
Mac whimpered a little. He didn’t know what to do. He was completely rock hard in front of the nurse, lying on top of a diaper. 
“I guess we’ll have to tape you up like that,” the tiger announced. The giggly tone in her voice clearly showed that she was enjoying teasing Mac. She wordlessly pushed his erect rocket against his tummy, and with a expert motion made quick work of taping the diaper around Mac’s waist. It was very obviously tented out, but the diaper was one. “There, good as new!”
Mac couldn’t believe his eyes. He was really wearing a diaper. He hadn’t worn diapers since he was a puppy, despite his issues with his potty training. He was always accident prone, but he’d never been put back in diapers. The worse he’d ever had was when he got put in a Pull-Up for a long road trip, and even then, he’d only used it out of spite. But now he couldn’t deny it. He’d wet his pants one too many times, and got put back into diapers.  The more he thought about it, the more he saw his tented diaper front twitch. 
“Let’s get your shorts on and back to class, we’ve already been in here for too long,” the tigress stated. She helped Mac stand up, and the coywolf cringed as he heard the crinkling of the diaper between his legs. It was loud. Very loud. At least, it was loud to his canid ears. He could only hope this his pants would hide the sound a little. “Good thing your parents keep your spare shorts here, or we’d have to send you off with just your diaper on! Some poor lil guy absolutely ruined his pants earlier today so we don’t have any spare pants left,” Mrs. Pyres explained. 
Mac’s knees got weak at the thought of having to go back to class in just a diaper. The idea of walking through the school hallways in just a diaper and his shirt made his tented diaper front throb even more. Mrs. Pyres giggled, clearly noticing Mac’s apparent physical interest in having to go around in just a diaper like a much younger puppy would. She didn’t say anything, but instead just helped an uncharacteristically quiet Mac into his spare shorts.  The spare shorts bore an obvious stain from previous accidents, but they were the only spares he had. His pants did nothing to hide the crinkling sound of his diaper, and the scent of the baby powder radiating out from him. 
“Now giddyup on back to class. I don’t want you missing important lessons!” Mrs. Pyres said with a sing-songy voice. Mac just nodded, and quietly made his way out of the nurses office. 
As Mac left the office, he looked down at his feet, hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone. But as a result, he nearly bumped into someone as soon as he turned the first corner toward his classroom.
“Oh, Mac! Check it out!” the other student said eagerly. 
Mac looked up, and saw that it was his friend Simon. Simon was grinning widely, and motioned toward his groin. 
“I totally peed my pants big time a few minutes after you left!” the tiger boy said eagerly. “Miss Ganner was so bummed out that he said the next student to pee their pants in class can just sit in it, but I don’t think he meant it. Rick is thinking about trying it just to see if she’s serious,” he said with a giggle. 
Mac took note of his friends pee stained crotch. The tiger’s cargo shorts were very clearly darkened in the crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. He’d clearly wet his pants, and was just as proud of it as his friend had been. Simon wasn’t quite as notorious for going in his pants as Mac was, but both Simon and their mutual fox friend Rick would go in their pants every now and then as well. They had an entire club about going in their pants outside of school, but at school was a different story. Going potty in your pants at school meant phone calls home and lectures about using the bathroom on time. So, Rick and Simon were less prone to it, as they didn’t like being lectured. Mac’s parents didn’t bother to lecture, so he didn’t bother to stay clean and dry.
“That’s awesome man, good work,” Mac said, trying to bring his signature smirk back to his face. He had to try to maintain his aura of sure headed cockiness. This was just another trip to the nurse for new pants, nothing different than any other time. That’s how he had to act. 
Simon grinned and swished his tail. “How mad was Mrs. Green this time?” he asked.
Mac shrugged. “Mrs. Green doesn’t work here anymore. It’s some new person. A tiger actually, Mrs. Pyres.
Simon’s eyes widened, and he took a fearful step back. “W-what did you say her name was?” 
Mac suddenly took note of something he hadn’t thought of earlier. Simon was a tiger. A tiger with the same last name as the nurse. 
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite nephew!” Mrs. Pyres called out sweetly. 
“No…” Simon whimpered, looking up at his aunt. His dad’s sister, and his favorite aunt by far.
“Well, isn’t this a sight to see…I thought my brother had you potty trained by now,” Mrs. Pyres said, quietly enough that only Simon and Mac could hear her. 
“I-it’s not what it looks like! I spilled my water bottle, that’s all!” Simon babbled in desperation. 
Mrs. Pyres rolled her eyes. “You really think I’m gonna buy that?” 
Simon looked at her with misty eyes. “Please, aunty Dawn…” the tiger boy whimpered. 
Mac looked back and forth from Simon to Mrs. Pyres, or “aunty Dawn” as Simon had called her. 
“I was just telling your little friend here that we don’t have any spare pants either. Sorry bud, you’re gonna have to go without,” Mrs. Pyres purred. 
Simon’s jaw dropped. “Y-you’re joking! You can’t mean that!” Simon said shakily. 
Mac felt horrible, but he nodded his head. “She did say that…” 
“No, p-please, j-just let me g-go home!” Simon blubbered, starting to cry a bit. 
“Sorry Simon, but we’ve got new rules around here. Potty accidents don’t get you sent home any more. Too many of you have been going in your clothes, so we had to change things up a bit,” the tigress said, somewhat gleefully. She seemed to be enjoying herself. She coaxed Simon closer to the door. “You’ll just have to explain to the other students that this is the new way, when you show up to class in just a Pull-Up.” 
Simon was openly crying, hiding his face as he hugged his aunt closely. “Please, no! I’ll be good! Please let me have new pants! I don’t wanna wear a Pull-Up!” Simon cried, hiccupping as he spoke. 
“He can have my pants!” Mac blurted out. 
Simon whipped his head back toward Mac. 
	“Y-you mean it?” the tiger asked, sniffling. 
Mac nodded his head, albeit a bit unenthusiastically. 
“You’d really go to class in just a Pull-Up?” Simon asked, looking at his friend with pleading eyes.
“Oh, he’s not wearing a Pull-Up, sweety. Isn’t that right?” Mrs. Pyres said, giving Mac a smirk.
“Y-yeah…I’m wearing a diaper!” Mac said, puffing out his chest. As he saw how upset his friend was, all of his confidence seemed to surge back into him. His shy behavior melted away, and without a prompt, he pulled his pants down right there in the hallway. He handed them to Simon, grinning cheekily. 
Simon gawped at the coywolf. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Mac was standing right out in the open wearing nothing but a diaper and his shirt. It was one thing to be known as a potty pants, but to so openly show off a diaper in school was a brand-new level of bravery that Simon had never seen from Mac.
Mrs. Pyres grinned widely at the incredibly kind display of friendship that Mac showed her nephew. “Oh, I had you pegged all wrong, mister Wilson. You aren’t some naughty boy after all. You must really care about your friends to do something so nice,” she said in earnest. 
Mac nodded his head. “I can handle it. I’ll show everyone what happens when we don’t keep our pants clean. And I’ll keep showing back up to class in diapers too!” he boasted. 
Simon stopped hugging his aunt, and gave Mac a tight hug. “Thank you,” he said, still sniffling. 
Mac hugged his friend back, then shrugged. “Eh, who cares about a silly old diaper anyway,” he said, still not quite sure if he actually meant it. 
“Isn’t that sweet,” Mrs. Pyres cooed warmly, “okay Simon, thank your friend for being so kind and brave, and let’s go get you into some dry pants. And then we can talk about what your dad needs to do to help you stay dry,” she said, leading Simon into the nurse’s office. 
After Simon and his aunt went into the nurse’s office, it was just him alone in the hallway with an exposed diaper. The bravery he’d felt when he was helping his friend had begun to wane, and he looked out at the hallway toward his class. It seemed miles away. He could be seen by anyone. As he thought about it he felt his diapered bits twitch, and he realized he’d been stiff the entire time he’d spoken with Simon. He had a clearly tented diaper, showing his arousal to anyone who took the time to look. And when someone was going to walk around in just a diaper, people would take the time to look at it. He willed his erection to go away, but the more that he thought about people seeing him in his diaper, the worse it seemed to get. His body tingled as he thought about people pointing at him and giggling about the big boy wearing puppy diapers. 
Mac thought about what people would say if they saw him like this.  Words like “diaper baby” and “pamper puppy” ran on repeat in his mind. He tried to take his first steps toward his classroom, but found that his legs were too wobbly. His body was tingling all over. The more that he thought about people seeing him in a diaper, the more he tingled. The coywolf took one step, and then another, and with each step felt the soft inside of his diaper rubbing on his aroused rocket. His vision began to waver as he clumsily stumbled toward his classroom. Each step made the tingling even worse, and he wondered how much longer he could last. He took a break to catch his breath, and his ears perked up as he heard someone gasp and call out. “That boy is wearing a diaper!” 
When he heard the voice call out, Mac lost control of himself. He yowled as he began to cum in his diaper, his diaper tent twitching and pulsing as he filled his diaper with his spunk. He couldn’t produce much, but he let out a few small jets of watery puppy spunk into his diapers. Despite how little he produced, his orgasm was powerful and seemingly never ending. It came in waves, making it hard for him to stay standing as his red rocket twitched in pleasure. He couldn’t believe it. He had cum entirely hands free into a diaper, mere minutes after being put into it. The coywolf tried to wrap his mind around what was happening as his orgasm slowly faded out, and when he was finally able to open his eyes and take in his surroundings, he looked up to see two mice standing in front of him. 
“Oh, it’s Mac! I’ve heard of him before. I didn’t know he wore diapers like me!” the blonde-haired mouse said excitedly. 
“Shush,” the orange haired mouse hissed. “He’s probably really embarrassed. I’m sorry about him.” 
Mac panted, catching his breath, then shrugged. “It’s cool…did you say “too” as in, you wear diapers too?” Mac asked curiously.
The blonde-haired mouse nodded eagerly. “Yeah! See!” he said, pulling his pants down to his ankles without hesitation. 
Mac stared in awe for a moment, then grinned. He noticed that their diapers matched, with the same prints. He also noticed that the mouse’s diaper was swollen and yellowed. He’d clearly used it to its capacity. 
“Now there’s someone else who wears ‘em, and they’re super cool!” the mouse boy said happily. “I’m Lee, and this is my big brother Louis! He’s only bigger by a few minutes but he makes me say that he’s bigger,” Lee babbled.
“Oh my god you’re so embarrassing. Pull your pants back up,” Louis said, his face flushing. Lee stuck his tongue out at Louis, but did as he was told. 
Mac just grinned wider. “You think I’m cool, huh?” he asked.
“Only a whole lot! You made it way less embarrassing to have potty problems at school!” Lee said, his demeanor bubbly and happy. “So now when Louis goes pee in his pants, he doesn’t get teased!” 
Louis glared at Lee. “It’s not like it happens all the time! I just…have trouble,” the “older” mouse boy said shyly. 
Mac realized he recognized the orange-haired mouse, if only a bit. “I think I remember seeing you on the way to the nurse with wet pants once. We were both soaked!” 
Louis nodded and fiddled with his tail a little. “Seeing you with wet pants made me feel a lot better…” he admitted shyly.
“And now you’re wearing a diaper like me! So cool!” Lee gushed. 
Mac wagged his tail a bit. This wasn’t so bad. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool isn’t it?” he said.
“So cool!” Lee agreed.
“But uh…why are you wearing a diaper without any pants on?” Louis asked curiously. 
Mac explained the new school rules, and Louis’s eyes grew wide. As an accident prone boy himself, Louis knew he’d be wearing a diaper in the near future whether he wanted to or not. Lee just nodded along, as if it all seemed normal.
“I keep telling him that he should just wear diapers like me. I’m never gonna wear big boy undies, they’re icky,” Lee asserted, “I’m gonna wear diapers forever!”
“Forever, huh?” Mac asked, grinning. 
The blonde mouse nodded. “Forever and ever!” 
Mac wagged his tail a bit more. If him wearing a diaper made Lee feel this good, then it couldn’t be all that bad. Plus, he thought, they felt really good to wear. 
“Did you get tingles from your diaper?” Lee asked suddenly.
“Lee! Shush!” Louis asked, looking mortified. 
“What? He got all wiggly and his diaper was all tenty like mine gets when I feel good, and then he stopped wiggling like he got the tingles!” Lee said in defense of his question.
“We aren’t supposed to talk about that kind of stuff, it’s rude,” Louis hissed. 
	Mac laughed, and grinned widely. “I sure did,” he said, spreading his legs a little. There was a somewhat noticeable little splotch which could be seen where his puppy spunk had soaked into the diaper. 
“Wow…you must really like em!” Lee said eagerly.
“Never wore one before…it’s not all that bad,” Mac admitted.
“See, Louis. Even Mac wears em and likes em. You should wear em too!” Lee said, giggling.
Louis rolled his eyes. “I’m fine peeing my pants…” he said shyly.
Mac smirked. “I like doing that too, don’t be ashamed of it,” he said with his chest puffed out. “Not just peeing either,” he said with a wink. 
All three of them shared a giggle, but eventually Lee got squirmy. Small dark spots ran down his legs, and he looked down. “Oops! I leaked!” he said, his face getting a bit red. “I forgot Louis was taking me to get changed. We gotta go!” he said. He tugged Louis’s arm, and the mice twins waved goodbye to Mac. 
Mac wagged his tail, feeling much better about his situation. He strutted his way back to his classroom, his confidence renewed in full. His class gasped in awe as Mac walked in wearing nothing but a diaper and his shirt, and whispers filled the room. He saw Rick squirming in his chair, and made eye contact with his fox friend. Rick stared openly, and stopped squirming for a moment. The fox suddenly got out of his chair and ran off toward the door, saying “I gotta go to the bathroom!”, running past Mac desperately. 
“Good call,” Mac said quietly to his fox friend as he ran past him. 
“Why are you wearing a diaper?!” a voice called out in disbelief, “and no pants?!” 
Mac shrugged. “New rules, I guess. No big deal,” he said as nonchalantly as he could. His heart was racing in his chest. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he had to play it right. 
“You mean if we go in our pants, we have to wear diapers?” a voice asked curiously. Mrs. Ganner tried to quiet the class, but it was no use. Everyone’s attention was on Mac. 
Mac shook his head. “First time you do it you gotta wear a Pull-Up,” he explained.
“Then how come you’re in a diaper?” another classmate asked.
“Cuz I pooped my pants when I got to the nurse,” Mac boasted. 
This sent the class into giggles. “Classic Mac,” someone said. 
And that was the end of it. Mac made his way back to his desk, and Mrs. Ganner begrudgingly began to get the attention of the class back.  As Mac sat in his desk, diaper on display for everyone, he couldn’t believe his luck. Something that could have undone all of his work had backfired in the face of the staff that had created the new policy. They’d tried to make an example out of him, sending the popular coywolf out into the world as the first victim of the new policy, and it had gone entirely wrong. Mac was now even more notorious, and as he sat in his desk chair, he wondered just how many others would follow in his footsteps. He leaned back, felt his bladder twinge, and without a second thought began to wet his diaper. He sighed contentedly as he wet himself, letting his tongue hang out. 
	“Hey look, Mac is wetting his diaper!” 
Mac grinned, groped his diaper, and winked at his teacher. “I sure am~”