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But they're short on time, it's a 31 hour drive from their hometown in Tennessee all the way to L.A., and they only have three days! When Ember suggests that they wear diapers to save time on rest stops, Garra isn't sure if he's down for it, but he reluctantly agrees. There's always a lewd twist with Ember though: she gets to change a part of his body whenever he wets his diaper, using his magic remote!\nWhat antics could possibly ensue from this scenario?\n\nAs always, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55309455/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "When two friends go on a cross country roadtrip to see their favorite band, Imagine Dergs, what could possibly go wrong?
Ember wins two tickets to Imagine Dergs and wants to take her friend Garra with her. But they're short on time, it's a 31 hour drive from their hometown in Tennessee all the way to L.A., and they only have three days! When Ember suggests that they wear diapers to save time on rest stops, Garra isn't sure if he's down for it, but he reluctantly agrees. There's always a lewd twist with Ember though: she gets to change a part of his body whenever he wets his diaper, using his magic remote!
What antics could possibly ensue from this scenario?

As always, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55309455/", "writing": "TF Roadtrip part 1\n\nGarra was drawn out of sleep that morning by several discord notifications. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned. The alarm clock by his bed read 7:23 AM. Earlier than he’d usually get up, especially on a Thursday, but he knew that when he got several notifications one after another it was usually something important. He reached for his phone by his alarm clock, Ember. Of course. She had that habit of sending several at once when she was excited.\n\nFlamingMommy\nGarra!\nGarra!\nYou’ll never believe what just happened!\n\nHe tapped the notification and swiped to unlock his phone. There it was, three rapid-fire notifications from Ember. “What is it this time?” he asked himself sleepily.\n\nCoalStriker\nYeah? What\n\nFlamingMommy\nI just won a lottery and won two tickets to an Imagine Dergs concert in L.A.!\n\nCoalStriker\nNo way! They’re my favorite!\n\nHis black fur stood on end, his wings bristled, and he was suddenly wide awake with excitement. Imagine Dergs was one of the most popular pop/rock bands in the country. Their fan base consisted mostly of scaled creatures and winged creatures, due to the nature of their songs. If you were a dragon, or a Dragon/Shark hybrid like Ember was, or a winged hellhound like Garra was, and you weren’t a fan of their music for any reason at all, you were labeled as having bad taste. Their songs spoke to their hearts and touched on social issues regarding their place in the world. \n\nFlamingMommy\nYeah, I know! Ya’ll wanna come with me?\n\nCoalStriker\nI can probably ask someone to cover this weekend. But are you sure?\n\nFlamingMommy\nDuh, who else would I want to go with? Nova isn’t into it, such bad taste.\n\nCoalStriker\nYeah, bad taste indeed. How could she not?\n\nFlamingMommy\nOK, you meet me at my place tomorrow at 8. We’ll have to leave early so we have time. I’ll take care of hotels and such.\n\nCoalStriker\nSounds cool.\n\nGarra was riled up now. He shot out of bed and started scrolling through his contacts for someone to cover his shifts for a few days. Marketing was a flexible enough career. Worst case scenario, he’d have to cash in some PTO. What luck too, he had a ton of PTO saved up too. A round trip from L.A. to Tennessee would take up quite a bit, but he’d been saving them up anyway. He had a lot of prep work to do now.\n\n* * *\n\nThe next morning, he pulled up at Ember’s house. No matter how many times he saw it he still couldn’t believe that she was able to own an old farmhouse and fix it up herself. It stood there, renovated, looking new and modern. He pulled up beside her Firebird and got out. He had to look at it in awe every time he visited. She was so eccentric; old farmhouse, an old car, old fashioned values, but her behaviors and tastes were anything but old-fashioned. \n\nWalking up the paving stone walkway to the porch, he could smell the pansies in bloom. He rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened a few moments later. There she was, looking half awake and right out of bed. At least she put on clothes this time. He remembered one time he came over one time to take her to a doctor’s appointment when she was in no shape to do it herself, and she came to the door in her underwear. Not even to mention she only wears sexy, revealing underwear, that borders on lingerie, so he practically saw everything. Given the height difference between the two, this was particularly jarring in the morning, because it would have left her breasts right in his face. This morning, however, she had a pair of soft-looking short shorts on, sleep or loungewear for sure. Her top was covered with a one-size-too-large sports bra, allowing her girls to hang and jiggle a bit. She had a large mug of coffee in her hand. \n\n“Mornin’ sug,” when she was tired, her country accent leaked out, “c’mon in.” She turned around and dragged herself to the kitchen. The smell of coffee was pouring through the house. Garra stepped in and followed. The redone kitchen was still clean, she liked to keep it that way. It looked so clean in fact that you’d think this was a demo kitchen.\n\n“You look tired,” Garra said bluntly. “Long night?”\n\n“Don’t get me started,” Ember said sipping her coffee, “Finding a hotel was a bitch. ‘Er’yone was either full or paying astronomical prices. And you know I ain’t renting no Air B&B.”\n\n“Yeah, I know.” He didn’t need another tirade about how she hated the concept of Air B&B and other like companies. He remembered what she told him when she bought the place. ‘Those idiots that rent the place leave it in a mess! Whose job is it to clean it? Mine! You can’t run an Air B&B in Tennessee from Florida.’\n\n“But I found a hotel that had one vacancy left. Luckily,” she sipped her coffee, “it’s a large species room.” She was 6’ 9” but Garra could alter his body any way he wanted or needed. The downside, it made him very tired to do so himself, so he usually stuck with 6’ in regular form. “One bed though, but it’s a big one. Ya’ll don’t mind sharin’, do ya?”\n\n“Nah, it’s fine.” He cared a little bit though, he knew for a fact that Ember slept nude, but he would hope that she would bring clothes and break that habit for the trip. \n\n“On the way down, we can probably find whatever, so I didn’t bother making reservations.” She sipped her coffee, a larger swig. “But,” she was waking up now, “I had an idea to cut down on travel time since the concert is on Sunday at 8 pm and such short notice.” She set her coffee down and walked over to the entry to the kitchen. Garra didn’t notice before, but she had her bags all packed and set to go. There was a very tightly packed duffel bag and a cutesy-looking bag with handles. It had clouds, stars, and brown teddy bears hopping from cloud to cloud. That wasn’t her style at all.\n\n“Uh,” Garra looked at it confused, “what is that one?” he pointed to it.\n\n“This,” pointing to it with her hand, “is my idea.” She bent over and grabbed something from inside the bag. He could hear crinkling sounds. “You know I’m into diapers, right?”\n\n“Yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going.\n\n“Well, I figure if we wear diapers instead of stopping for bathroom breaks as often, we could save at least four hours.” She pulled out one of the diapers, it was her favorite pattern. Bellissimos; rabbits, bears, moons, balloons, cherries, with hook and loop rather than tape. Ember had shown this to him before. Garra also had expressed interest in the past, but he had determined the price of entry was too expensive for him. The average ABDL diaper was $3.50 each and it would only last a day tops. If he ended up liking it, he’d want to wear them more often. A pack, varying from eight to ten costs $40 on average, and if he ends up wearing one a day, that would be $4 a day and $28 a week for a hobby. That would add up.\n\n“I mean, your logic is sound.” He thought about it. If the concert was on Sunday, and they had at least a thirty-hour drive, it would cut down on time. They’d still have to stop at rest stops to change if, God forbid, any of them had to mess. And the tickets were free.\n\n“You don’t have to worry about doing it yourself,” Ember said, “I’ll even change you, make sure you don’t get chafing and such.” She crinkled the diaper in her hands as if that was an incentive. \n\nHe thought about it more. She’s seen his dick before, so that’s not the issue here. “I mean, I really don’t want to, but I guess we have to because of our travel time.” \n\n“Great!” She reached for his hand, grabbed him, and pulled him up the stairs at lightning speed. She opened the door to her room and pushed him onto her bed. “We don’t have time to waste, take those pants off, mister.”\n\nHe looked down at himself. ‘Am I really doing this?’ He unbuttoned his jeans and started pushing them off his legs, as best he could because he was flat on his back. Next came his boxers. There he was, exposed from the waist down, on his friend’s bed, and getting a diaper put on him. He was trying so hard not to get an erection, but he was already halfway there. \n\n“Good, let’s get this on you.” She unfolded the diaper and ruffled it up to make it poofier.\n\n“Is that necessary?” he didn’t want people to tell that he was wearing a diaper, his jeans already had tears high up the legs.\n\n“Yes, it is,” Ember said matter-of-factly. “More absorbency.” She reached underneath his rear and lifted him deftly. Sliding the diaper underneath him, she set him back down. He felt like he was sitting on a very thin cushion. He rolled up his plain red shirt so it wouldn’t get caught in the diaper. Opening the drawer to her bedside table, she pulled out a bottle of baby powder. Twisting the lid open, she patted the back of the bottle and evenly applied powder to his groin, making sure to get underneath his dick and balls as well, which was growing harder by the second. Garra was red-faced by this point, she had touched his dick and it only made him harder. “Don’t worry sweetie, I always get hard during this process too.” She set the powder down and started to fold the diaper up, wriggling it in between his legs for a snug fit. “Now for the loops.”\n\n“Why is it called hook and loop if it’s Velcro?” he asked trying to divert some of the sexual tension.\n\n“It’s like Velcro, but not quite.” She said as she did up one side. “I don’t know why it’s called hook and loop, but I prefer it over tape. The tape gets holes from the tips of my claws then it doesn’t stick right.” She did up the other side. “There.” She patted the center of the diaper, feeling his dick underneath the poofy diaper. “You’re all done. I can do it myself if you’d rather not do me.” She got up and walked to her dresser, opening the bottom drawer, and pulling out what looked like two diapers, but one of them was smaller than the other. \n\n“Yeah….” He got off the bed, finding it difficult to put his legs together. Reaching for his pants, he stepped into the legs. He could get the button done up with a little struggle. Not too tight, but not loose. He wiggled his hips, took high steps like a Drum Major, and jumped up and down in place. There was an ever-so-slight sound of crinkling from the diaper, despite the pants muffling it. \n\nMeanwhile, she had already ruffled up her diaper and placed the other item on top of it, not before peeling a strip of paper from it. She stripped her daisy dukes and panties off in one go and laid down to put her diaper on. She reached for the bedside table, pulling out a tube of something. “What’s that?”\n\n“A booster,” she replied, “I’m what the community calls a firehose, so I usually use boosters to absorb more liquids. Can’t be changing too many times, right?”\n\nHe didn’t quite understand her jargon, but he accepted it. “And that?” \n\n“Rash cream.” She said bluntly. “Unlike you furry folk, us with scales or smooth skin can get rash after padding up for a while. And if we’re gonna be padded for a while, I wanna be sure I don’t.” She slathered an ample amount of the white, medicinal-smelling cream onto her lower region. She applied more to the base of her dick, which was easily twice as long as his. \n\nHe knew she was a futanari, but how did she get so damn lucky? He watched as she easily shook the bottle of powder and applied powder to herself, then sealed the diaper like a professional. \n\n“How long have you been doing this?”\n\n“Years now, at least five.” She did up the last tape and stood up. Her dick was bulging in her diaper still. “The biggest downside to wearing these is I can’t wear my usual dukes.” She walked to her dresser and got out a pair of jeans. Sliding into them, she did up the button and turned around. “See? It would be peeking out if I didn’t wear jeans.” He could tell that something was going on underneath those jeans, but the way she fashioned it, it just looked like she had a bigger ass. “Two sizes too big so it can expand without bursting.” She turned around again to face the dresser, crinkling slightly as she did. She peeled off her large sports bra and found her usual red crop top in another dresser drawer. It fit over her bust perfectly, showing just enough cleavage, and covering the important bits. \n\n“Bursting?” He looked down at his diaper hidden beneath his jeans. Would his burst? \n\n“Nah, honey, you’ll be fine.” She put a hand on his shoulder and reassured him. “Hey, I have an idea.”\n\n“Yeah?” he looked at her inquisitively. Was it to get out of these diapers? Get him in something cute? Please no.\n\n“Why don’t we make this interesting? You know that remote of yours you have. The one you use to alter your body?”\n\nHe closed his eyes and thought ‘remote.’ It appeared in his hands. “This one?”\n\nIt was a small, rectangular remote with a scroll wheel in the center. Garra was a unique individual, he could change his body however he wanted, but not by normal means. This remote could do it for him in the simplest means possible. All he had to do was think about what he wanted changed, like his height, and move the scroll wheel up or down. It didn’t always work that way for everything though. He tried it on his dick once, and it just expanded its overall size, length, and girth. Being too specific or vague gives mixed results. Over time he learned what did and didn’t work. \n\n“Yeah,” she snatched it from his hands. “it’s mine now.” She gave an evil snicker.\n\n“What?” he knew Ember was playing some game. Besides, she could always summon it away if he wanted to.\n\n“Every time you wet or mess your diaper, I get to change something.” She smirked holding the remote loosely between her claws. \n\nHe should have known that she’d be up to no good with this idea. However, he could always fix it later. What was the harm? What’s the worst she was gonna do, give him a huge head like you could in old video games with a cheat code? Turn him pink? Might be fun anyway. “Oh no,” he said sarcastically, “whatever will I do?”\n\n“That’s a good boy.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Such a good sport. But we gotta get moving. Time’s a-wastin’, it’s almost 9.” She shoved the remote in between her breasts deep into her crop top, the safest place she could think of and where he would never dare reach for.\n\nHe stood there blushing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all? Ember called after him. He snapped out of his daze and went downstairs.\n\n“Get your bag and toss it in the trunk,” she said as she loaded her overstuffed duffel in the trunk. He retrieved his duffel bag from the back seat and tossed it in the trunk of the firebird. Climbing in the front seat, he buckled up. Ember had fixed this car up a bit. New stereo with Bluetooth, charging ports, heated seats, the works for a newer car. Ember tossed him her phone. “Startup Maps, won’t you? I have the address in there.” She tossed the diaper bag in the back seat.\n\nHe looked at her phone and turned on the screen. “Gah!” He nearly dropped it. Her lock screen was a lewd pic that he had sent her a year ago. He was flat on his bed with his shirt up. His pants were down and his dick was out, hard as a rock and longer than normal. He remembered sending this after he told Ember about the remote and she told him to make his dick as long as hers. “Why am I your lock screen?!”\n\nShe got in and did up her seat belt. “Duh, because you’re cute.” She booped his snoot and audibly said “boop” when she did. Starting up the car, she ignored how embarrassed he was. He opened the phone and started the route. Ember started up her Firebird and pulled out of the long gravel driveway.\n\n* * *\n\nThey were on Highway 40 for about an hour, blasting Imagine Dergs songs through the speakers. Ember had every song they had ever written on her phone, even the studio recordings, live audios, and unreleased recordings that were leaked three years ago. They were having a wonderful time, with only thirty hours to go. \n\nIt was then that Garra felt his bladder rumble, it was full, very full. He didn’t have the chance to go before they left because of the diaper. He was hoping to not need to go at all until they stopped for the night, but those hopes were slashed. “Uh. Ember?”\n\n“Yeah, sweetie?”\n\n“I have to go.” He said this hopefully as if Ember would forget that he had a diaper on.\n\n“Then go.” She fished the remote out of her ‘breast pocket.’ “What am I gonna change first?”\n\n“Uh…” flustered, he sat there unsure. Was she asking him? What would he want changed first? In his confusion, he didn’t notice that he had started to wet himself. He smelled something in the car. He sniffed the air, and was shocked to see that it was coming from him! He wasn’t incontinent, why did he not notice? Was it just nervousness?\n\n“Well, there’s number one. I’m keeping count.” Ember said as she began to dial the remote down, in many increments. It clicked as she moved the scroll wheel. He was prepared to feel something change, some part of him shrink, expand, or maybe change color. Nothing happened. \n\n“What did you change?” he sat there looking at himself, patting himself down, trying to find some proof of what she changed.\n\n“It’s a secret. I’m not telling what I change.” \n \n“Ugh! You’re so mean!” He didn’t mean that of course, he liked Ember’s teasing sometimes. His friends always thought of him as a dom just because he was usually tall, had black fur with red highlights in his hair, the tattoos on his right arm, and big demon wings. That couldn’t be further from the truth. True, he was a switch, but he was mostly a sub. Don’t judge a book by its cover, he always thought. Not all hellhounds are tops.\n\nShe put the remote back in her breasts and continued driving. They were coming up on Nashville so she had to focus. His groin felt so warm. He poked the now expanded diaper, it was very squishy. He had to feel it directly. He unbuttoned his pants and revealed the diaper. The warm smell of urine filled the car, and he didn’t particularly hate it. He felt it with his finger, squishy but rough and textured where the hook and loop covered the front of the diaper. He pressed his whole hand against it, he could feel his dick getting harder as he did so. He clenched his fist and started pressing deeper into it, no way it felt this good.\n\n“Don’t think I can’t see you over there,” Ember remarked as she was still watching the road. Cars were flying past her, despite her driving ten miles above the speed limit.\n\n“Oh.” He raised his hand from his diaper and zipped up his pants again with some struggle, crinkling the entire time. Was he coming to like diapers after all?\n\n* * *\n\nIn Nashville, they got in a traffic jam, about three miles long. They sat there, with their music going, going at a snail’s pace. Ember was patient but chomping at the bit. Garra was sitting there with his phone out, looking at some porn that he decided to investigate. He figured since he liked poking and prodding his dick so much through his diaper, there’s gotta be some porn about it. And boy, was there ever. \n\nPixiv had tons of it. Popular characters in diapers, OCs in diapers, diapers five times the size of their bodies, and what he was looking for, bulges in diapers. He didn’t understand why he was so turned on by this suddenly. Did it only take one experience to discover he liked diapers? The remote can’t change mental things about him, only physical changes. He kept looking at this porn, with huge bulges, almost ripping their diapers. If only that were possible. Scrolling through the feed, he discovered the femboys in diapers. My god, he had hot gold. He could feel his dick get hard in his diaper. Had he discovered a new fetish? The wide hips, thick thighs, and feminine-looking faces. Some of them even looked like they had small breasts.\n\nEmber saw this of course, it’s hard not to look at what your passenger is looking at on their phone when you’re in a traffic jam. “So, you’re into those girly boys huh?”\n\n“NO!” He shouted as he came out of his focus. “I uh….” He had nothing to defend himself with. “I think you’re getting me into this, so I was doing research.”\n\n“Uh huh, research.” She scrolled up a bit and tapped on an image. Isabelle from Animal Crossing in a diaper three times as big as herself, clearly messed up. “You know, we ABDLs strive for a diaper that large. Think about that.”\n\nHe did. He imagined himself in a diaper three times as large as himself, poofier and softer than the one he was already wearing, that only got bigger with each donation from him. “Yeah.” He got even harder. Suddenly he began wetting himself again. \n\n“Well, well, that’s number two.” She reached for the remote.\n\n“What?” he looked down; indeed, the diaper was warm again. The smell of urine filled the car, but it was almost pleasant. He unbuttoned his jeans and saw that the diaper was now yellow on the front. What was happening to him? \n\nHe heard the clicking of the scroll wheel, but he couldn’t tell whether it was up or down. Before his eyes, he saw his thighs widen. Why did she choose his thighs? They were growing nice and plump, like those femboys he saw on Pixiv. Was she slowly turning him into a femboy? His thighs kept growing, as the scroll wheel clicked, and he watched as they grew plumper and plumper. His jeans felt very tight now, the rips that were already there grew larger to compensate. Finally, it stopped, leaving his thighs shapely and soft to the touch.\n\n“There. I wonder what will be next.” She said as she put the remote back in her breasts.\n\n“I swear if you turn me into a femboy just because I discovered them today.”\n\n“What?” she leaned in. “You’ll be glad? Feel sexy?” He didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of looking feminine while still being a boy turned him on more than it probably should have. He feared what her plan was, but he also looked forward to it. Turning back to his phone, he kept looking at the porn while Ember kept brewing over the traffic jam.\n\n* * *\n\nIt was 1 PM, and the roads were hectic and had been for the good part of an hour. Over the sounds of honking horns and hot rods zooming past everyone, an audible grumble floated around the car. Ember looked down at her exposed stomach and rubbed it. “Well then,” she said aloud, “Seems it’s time to get lunch somewhere. Luckily, there was an exit coming up in two miles. The blue exit signs showed the following restaurants: WacDonalds, Sububby, Arbos, and Booster’s Pizza. “What do you think?” she asked Garra, pointing at the sign coming up.\n\nHe thought about it. Not Arbos, he may be in a diaper, but he definitely didn’t want to use it that way. Sububby would be a safe bet, but at 1 PM there would still be a rush. That traffic jam set them back an hour. They didn’t have the time for Booster’s Pizza, so WacDonalds would have to be it. “WacDonalds for me.”\n\n“Ok, I like their wraps.” She pulled onto the ramp and followed the signs leading up to her turn. The car made three dings, telling her that gas was low. “Oh, good timin’.” She could see a Bamoco station from the exit, and it was in the same direction as WacDonalds. “We’re getting gas first.” She made a right and headed towards the Bamoco station. \n\nEmber pulled up to a pump and exited the car. Garra got out too, to stretch his legs. He stretched his arms high in the air and his wings extended to their full length. He put his hands on his lower back and stretched backward as well, it felt so nice after sitting down for four straight hours. Suddenly, he felt very full, but it wasn’t because he had eaten recently. He put his hand above his bladder and could feel it, he had to go again. \n\n“I’m gonna run inside real quick. Get a drink.” He turned around briskly. He hadn’t noticed the last two times he had to pee; he wasn’t going to miss this one. He crinkled as he sprinted inside.\n\n“Get me a sweet tea!” Ember shouted as he ran inside. She looked as he ran inside; he could see him running towards the bathroom, the doors with a big blue triangle with a depiction of a male creature on it. “That little sneak.” She got the remote out of her breasts. She looked at it, then back to the door. “Not yet. Wait a bit.” She had to wait for the right moment.\n\nMeanwhile, in the bathroom, Garra rushed to the largest stall available, the stall for large species. He made sure it was locked and moved to the farthest end. Nervously, he looked around the stall to make sure he didn’t barge in on anyone, sometimes smaller species liked to use the larger stalls. Once he knew he was alone, he dropped his pants, being sure not to make too many crinkling sounds. His diaper was swollen and stained yellow since his last wet. It seemed that it swells more after you wet it. He poked the front of it, and his finger sank in, leaving an indentation for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. \n\n‘I still can’t believe I agreed to this.’ He leaned against the wall and sighed. Suddenly he felt a new warmth around his groin. Panicked, he looked down, and to his horror, he was wetting himself. He didn’t even know and he purposely went to the bathroom so he didn’t have to use the diaper. “No!” He shouted but covered his mouth quickly, the echo was louder in public restrooms that had to accommodate every size, and the tile did him no favors either. \n\nHe heard the door open and someone else walking in. Claws in the tile, heavy-sounding steps. Couldn’t have been Ember, right? This was the men’s bathroom. He looked at the lock on the door, it was locked. The door to his stall rattled against the frame. There was a knock. “Uhm, someone’s in here.” He was still wetting, slowly but surely, perhaps more now due to the fear of being caught in a diaper. \n\n“Oh, sorry.” A deep-sounding voice said from behind the door. A kind voice, but very deep. He heard the steps again but walked away. The door to the bathroom opened again and closed. He was in the clear. The more he spent in the stall, the higher the chance of being caught, he had to get out of there. His plan had failed. He thought about getting rid of the diaper, but Ember would know he was up to no good. He just had to suck it up and get his pants back on. He bent over and started pulling his pants up, crinkling the, now bigger, diaper around his waist. \n\nJust as he buttoned them, his pants began to feel tight. ‘Oh, what now?’ he thought. Dropping his pants back to the ground, he put both hands on his hips, inspecting why his favorite jeans were getting too small for him out of nowhere. He felt them growing. They were getting wider! “Noooo,” he whispered, learning from his last mistake, and not shouting. Ember knew he was in the bathroom trying to get a freebie. She was aiming for his hips now, and she was serious about her threat. He didn’t want to be a femboy, or did he? He thought about this as he felt his hips grow wider. They wouldn’t stop either, they kept on going. He was going to look so weird by the time he left the bathroom.\n\nHis jeans had reached the point where they started to dig into his waist. He wants so badly to undo the button, but what if the diaper was so large it forced the zipper to open? Then his pants would fall! All he could do was watch as his hips expanded and his pants grew tighter. He had no choice, he had to unbutton his jeans. He struggled with the button, it was very taught, and stuck in the loop. After a bit, he managed to set it free. \n\nInstant relief. His pants felt loose and his hips were no longer a source of tightness, but they kept on expanding. He put his hands to his head and panicked. This was what he deserved for cheating on the dare, but what if his pants wouldn’t fit anymore?\n\nAs if to answer his prayers, his hips stopped growing. His pants were now tight, but not uncomfortably. It was like he put on some pounds but was still able to squeeze into them. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at himself, and was sad to admit that, if he didn’t know he was a boy, he’d look good, aside from the diaper of course. His thighs didn’t look fat anymore because his hips now complemented them. \n\nHell, he looked kinda hot, but he was never gonna tell Ember that. He shook his head, slapped his cheeks, and woke up. Luckily his shirt went low enough to cover the fact that his button couldn’t close. He stepped out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror by the sink. His lower half looked hot as fuck. He walked out of the bathroom, red-faced and embarrassed, because he was turning himself on. And hey, he didn’t crinkle anymore because his pants were so tight.\n\nBefore he left, he snagged himself a soda and Ember a sweet tea from the coolers lining the wall. The cashier was looking at him weirdly. “That’ll be $3.57.” He couldn’t take his eyes off Garra’s hips and thighs. Garra pulled out $4 from his wallet, which was very hard to pull out of his back pocket now due to his diaper and larger hips. “Forty cents is your change. Have a nice day.” Garra grabbed the drinks and walked away, watching the cashier from out of the corners of his eye, watching his backside with a dumb grin.\n\n“Took you long enough.” Ember was leaning on the hood of her firebird, in a sexy pose, attracting the stares of other patrons. \n\n“I had, uh, difficulties.” He didn’t want to give away that he was trying to get away with not using his diaper. He handed her the sweet tea. She knew he was because his hips were now big and sexy, but what if it was a fluke? A mistake? His remote was in between her breasts, it could be that it was moving around and she was thinking of his hips. Maybe?\n\n“Difficulties, eh? Difficulties with what?” She got up and caressed his new, wide hips. Nope, it wasn’t a mistake.\n\n“You know me, I just couldn’t decide. Hahaha. Which flavor of Mountain Spew, am I right? There are just so many. Original, Red Alert, Amperage, Orange Spark, or,” Ember was looking at him smugly, “Mystery, flavor.” He nervously opened the bottle of soda and drank half of it.\n\n“I saw you enter the bathroom, sweetie.” She put both hands on his shoulders. “I knew what you were doing.” She traced her hands down his sides and stopped at his hips again. “I know.” She squeezed them and released her grip. You tried to hide it from me too. Bad boy.” She leaned over and flicked his nose. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” She lifted his shirt, revealing the undone button. “Big boy, aren’t you?” She spanked him.\n\nGarra jumped. He put his hand on the back of his head, shamefully. “Maybe.”\n\nShe reached into her breasts and pulled out the remote. “I should punish you for that. This is a bet, you know.” Her thumb set on top of the scroll wheel, waiting to move it either up or down.\n\n“Yeah, well, maybe you should.” \n\n“Oh?” Ember looked at him quizzically.\n\nIt was a gamble, but it was worth a shot. “Maybe I wanted you to do that. Maybe I wanted you to change me more. What if I wanted to be more feminine, huh?” He put a hand on his hips and stuck his hips out, purposely being sassy.\n\n“Honey, all you had to do was ask,” she said, calling his bluff. She rotated the scroll wheel down. His shirt suddenly felt loose. He looked down, left, right, and saw his shoulders getting slimmer. His red shirt slid down his shoulders and became baggy. His arms were also becoming slimmer. The tribal marks on his right arm adhering to the new size, despite how tattoos would normally behave when skin changes in girth. His usual muscular arms became smaller all muscle definition disappearing completely. Some pudge was left behind in his arms, but not enough to be considered thick like his thighs or hips. The soda bottle in his hands felt larger by the seconds as his hands shrunk, his fingers growing thinner and losing musculature. His shoulders received the same treatment, losing all masculine features and shrinking down to a feminine, slim physique. \n\nGarra looked at himself, he looked even more feminine now. If you put him in a skirt and a tube top, he might even pass for a trans girl. His face still looked masculine, so there was no passing for a girl. His hips and thighs looked thick and meaty while his arms and shoulders looked thin and feminine, what an unusual combo. He knew this road trip wasn’t over, barely even started, and he was already like this. He wasn’t going to stand a chance at this rate.\n\n“See? You’re one step closer to those femboys you like.” A corgi in a flannel shirt on the other side of the pump moved over to look at Garra. He looked at him, confused. Should he be attracted to this feminine-looking hellhound or not? Garra noticed and growled at him. He decided to mind his own business.\n\n“Well,” Ember said as she walked to the trunk, pressing the button on her fob to pop it open, “It looks like you need some comfier pants.” She pointed to his pants, the button hardly staying in the loop. He grimaced. “Lucky for you, I packed extras.” She began digging through her overstuffed duffel bag. She pulled out a pair of ripped jeans, with rips almost as large as the ones on his. “You can change in the car; we have to get food and go.” She tossed the jeans to him, shut the trunk, and hopped into the driver’s seat.\n\nGarra looked at Ember’s pants in his hand. There were signs of wear across the ass, signs of where her cheeks pressed against them when she sat down. The rips looked well-worn too, threads of denim dangling here and there from each rip. Out of instinct from choosing his clothes, he smelled them. They smelled clean and ever so slightly like peaches.\n\nEmber honked the horn. “Let’s get’er movin’, slowpoke! We still need to get food.” Garra had no choice but to change in the car.\n\n* * *\n\nThey had reached the eight-hour mark on their trip. Around this time, the roads were starting to get busy again with the usual Friday evening traffic. They had already gone through all the Imagine Dergs songs on Ember’s phone by this point, so they switched to Spoofy to fill the silence along with talk about their jobs, dumb things they saw online, and hentai artists that they both liked online. Garra looked stuff up and showed her while she drove, they both commented whether it was hot and if they’d smash or pass.\n\nGarra sipped the last of his large drink that he ordered from WacDonalds. He had eaten his nuggs a long time ago, but he was making his drink last so he didn’t have to use his diaper again. Ember didn’t seem to be using her diaper at all. Either that or she just didn’t have to wet very often. He wasn’t sure. Garra tossed his now empty cup into the bag that his food came in, cramming it in next to the cardboard containers from Ember’s Chicken Wraps. \n\nHe looked at the time, wondering how long they’d be driving. “Four more hours,” Ember replied as if reading his mind. “We have 31 hours of driving in three days, so we’ll have to take long days. You can take it easy though.” She was very careful with her car. She never let anyone else drive it, but she was flexible just about everything else. You could eat food in the car, you could put your feet up, etc.\n\n“I guess I’ll take a nap,” Garra said with a sigh. He didn’t mind long car rides, but the fact that he was sitting in a diaper, nearly filled to the brim with his fluids, was making it slightly less enjoyable. He tilted the seat back and popped in his earbuds from his pocket. Luckily, he remembered to pull them out of his old pair of pants before changing into the pair Ember lent him. Carefully, he folded his wings so they were against his back and settled down. Tapping at his phone for a bit, he set it on his lap and closed his eyes.\n\nAn hour later he was out cold, listening to what sounded like ASMR. Ember turned down her music, so as not to disturb him. Just as she did, the low fuel light came on. Luckily, within ten miles there was an exit with a few gas stations. Make it a quick one., it was still a while until they would make it to their first stop for the trip, Oklahoma City. \n\nShe was able to pull into the gas station and stop the car without waking him, the sudden lack of motion from being in the car can wake you up. Quietly, she opened her door, got out, and shut it. She pulled out her wallet and inserted her card into the slot. After fiddling with the buttons, she pulled out the nozzle and locked the pump in place. She watched him the entire time as it pumped, he was still sleeping. \n\n“I could probably get a drink or something,” She thought aloud to herself. She took one last look as the pump released the safety lock, telling her that her car was full. She placed the nozzle back in the holder and decided to head inside real quick. \n\nShe was hit with a blast of cold air as she opened the doors to the gas station. The fluorescent lights seemed brighter than the stations in Tennessee. She did live in a rural area, so no surprise that it was in better repair. The white tile floors did have tracks from various types of paws and feet. She could tell that this station served all sizes of creatures. Rabbits, mice, even dragons like herself. She quickly found what she was after, the sweet tea. It won’t be what she’s used to, but they weren’t in the South anymore. She also reached in the cooler next to her for an Orange Spark Mountain Spew for Garra when he woke up. \n\nLooking at the other shelves in that cooler, she also reached for some energy drinks, there was a lot of driving left. There were a lot of Beast brand energy drinks in that cooler and she had no complaints. They had her favorite flavor too, Mega Peach. Grabbing a few of those, she strode over to the counter.\n\nAn orange kobold was waiting there, browsing his phone. He was in his mid-twenties, clearly working a dead-end job to make ends meet, but he still maintained a positive attitude about it. He set his phone out of sight and started ringing her up. “How are ya?” he asked with a customer service tone of voice.\n\n“Fine, how’s ‘bout you?” She worked in the service industry for years before she landed her current career as a tutor, so she always treated service employees kindly.\n\n“Fine, I suppose.” Placing everything in a bag, he slid the full bag over to her. In doing so, he looked up and got a good look at the customer in front of him. His eyes grew wide. “That comes to…” What a sexy dragon! Holy cow, she’s tall! Ember’s forehead was hitting the top of the counter, almost knocking over the advertisements for chew. \n\nEmber loved it when she made boys flustered like this. She pressed her arms together and bent over so she could look at him in the eyes. Her tight crop top did her so many favors performing this task. “How much sug?” She laid her southern accent on heavy to see if it would woo him more. \n\n“Uuuum.” It did. “$22.57,” he managed to spit out. Not only was he enamored with her, he was absolutely lost. Thank goodness for the counter, because he had the largest boner that he had ever had in his life. \n\nShe reached into her wallet and pulled out her card. He was so flustered he nearly forgot to activate the card reader from the register. He simply couldn’t pull his eyes away from her breasts. “It’s set for ya” he squeaked.\n\n“Thank you, Sug.” She pressed her card on the reader, paying instantly. His mouth kept opening and closing as the printer spewed out a receipt. He handed it to her, mouth still moving on its own, but no sound came out. Ember grabbed one of the pens from the pen holder by the register and flipped her receipt over. Writing something on it, she ripped the bottom section off that held the ad for rewards. She slid it over to him and said seductively, “Don’t be shy.” She was always looking for subs and toys, this little kobold had potential. \n\nShe turned and left with a sweet smile on her face. He watched her walk out the doors then looked at the slip of receipt. “Oh my god.” She left her name and number and a note, ‘Call me.’ He sat down in the chair behind the counter and tried to take in what just happened\n\nShe climbed back in the car. She reached into the bag and pulled out the sweat tea. Just as she was going to open it, she smelled something. She sniffed the air, searching for the source of the smell. It smelled like a wet diaper. Her car had smelled like it since Garra’s first wet, but it was stronger now. She looked at Garra. She looked at his pants. His phone had slid off his lap and onto the floor, his pants looked tighter, and there were small wet spots in the pits of his groin, staining her jeans. Those weren’t there before.\n\nShe set her bottle of tea in the cupholder and tossed the bag in the backseat. “You naughty boy.” She leaned closer to him to inspect. “You wet your diaper again while I was inside flirting with that cute little clerk.” It looked like the diaper had leaked where it folded underneath his dick, leaking out the sides. “You don’t even know you did it either. Well, guess what?” She pulled out the remote from her breasts. “You’re getting even girlier now.”\n\nShe knew exactly what she would do next. Turning the dial up, she thought about what part of him he would feminize next. It was hard to tell because he was lying flat and, in a diaper, but she could begin to see the changes. His butt began to lift off the seat, filling up the jeans she had lent him. The sides began to expand as well, he was filling out nicely, and he didn’t even know yet. She kept moving the dial, click after click, and his ass kept inflating, becoming more shapely, squishy, and feminine. \n\nShe watched as his jeans, her jeans really, had reached capacity and wouldn’t safely stretch anymore. His ass was easily four inches thicker now, and plenty wide, a dump truck. Looking at Garra now, the only thing that would keep anyone from thinking he was a girl was his face and lack of tits. But that could be easily remedied later.\n\nShe put the remote away. “That’s it for now. I don’t want to rip my jeans. I already have to wash them.” Grabbing her phone from the cupholder, she took a picture of the wet spot that he had made in her jeans, in case he denied wetting during his sleep. She put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and the car roared to life. Shifting it into drive, she got back on the road, there were still four hours to go.\n\n* * *\n\nThe sun was going down and the road was not nearly as full as it was before. Her spoofy playlist seemed to know just the right mood music too, the sunset was beautiful, and what better music than chill vaporwave? Garra was still sleeping and Ember had had her fill of driving. Luckily this was the exit to Oklahoma City. There would be a hotel with vacancy, food, and a night’s rest. She reached over to Garra with her right hand and jostled him awake. “Hey.” She shook him more. “Hey.”\n\nGarra gurgled. “Noooo.”\n\n“We’re about to stop for the night.” She was focusing on getting on the exit ramp. “And we’ll get food too.”\n\nGarra shot up when hearing that. “Noms?” He quickly put his earbuds in their charging case and tilted the seat back up. “I want noms.”\n\nShe reached into the back and rustled through the bag from the gas station. She handed him the Mountain Spew, “Well, let’s find a hotel first.” The signs read Best Sextern, Homewood Inn and Sluts, and Holigay Inn Express. They both looked at each other when they read the sign. “What’s with this town?” Ember asked. “They’re all sex related.”\n\n“I’ve never been here; how should I know?” He twisted the cap open and took a big drink, downing nearly almost half of it. \n\n“Well, I’m tired of driving, we’ll risk it.” She turned right and was able to see all the hotels. Down the road, within about a mile of each other. She looked at him. He looked at her.\n\n“Well?” Garra asked.\n\n“Well, what?” Ember replied.\n\n“Choose a hotel.”\n\n“No, you.”\n\nGarra was no stranger to love hotels and the like, but he had never seen hotels that were so on the nose with their names. The awkwardness in the car was palpable, you could run your hands through it. He didn’t know which was worse! He was able to turn into various forms and genders with his remote, so he truly didn’t care who he was with, but going to a sex hotel with his best friend? \n\n“Uhh… Holigay Inn!” He shouted. He didn’t know if that was the right choice, but better off a gay hotel than one that catered to lovers or sluts apparently. She drove down the road and pulled into Holigay Inn and Suites. It looked like a regular hotel, with white walls, a green roof, a fake chimney for aesthetic, nothing out of the ordinary. Not a lot of cars were in the lot, surprisingly, perhaps Friday night was not their busy day.\n\nThey both sat in the car for a bit, waiting for someone to leave first. Ember was tired, so she got out of the car first. She stood outside of her car. “You coming or what?”\n\n“Do I have to?” he asked meekly.\n\n“If I have to go into a gay hotel, you’re coming with me.” She stood there, arms crossed, waiting. Garra let out a deep sigh, then unbuckled his seatbelt. He opened the door and got out, but had trouble doing so. He stumbled and nearly fell back in the car. He still hadn’t noticed that his ass had ballooned to a sexy, feminine size. Figuring it was just being immobile for a while, he tried again and stood up successfully. \n\nEmber couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?”\n\n“Nothing.” She couldn’t help it. Knowing that, under that diaper, was a thick ass, prime for spanking, was too much. \n\nThey both began their death march inside. Garra adjusted his pants, feeling the tightness of them. Something was off. He didn’t get to walk around in them though, maybe he’s just not used to them. They are Ember’s pants. But they feel tighter than when he put them on, he’ll have to check it out if they got a room. He made sure the top of his diaper was tucked in and didn’t need people thinking her needed diapers at his age. \n\n“I’ll be right with you.” An effeminate voice said as the sliding doors opened in front of them. \n\nThe hotel’s exterior may have looked normal, but the interior was a dead giveaway that this was no ordinary hotel. Unlike usual hotels, solid color walls, with chic wall decorations and upholstery, there was leopard print. Lots of leopard print. The floor was red, with plush carpet, contrasting the tacky wall pattern. The furniture was all cushy and white. The couches in the gathering area were white. The continental breakfast area had white tables and chairs, with pictures on the wall of several feminine-looking men. The front desk was also white.\n\nBehind the front desk stood a panther. This panther had long, flowing, golden hair. They both walked up to the counter and waited. The panther turned around and the two reeled back in surprise. The front desk was indeed a panther and had blond hair, a gaudy-looking sequin tube top, and a sequin skirt. The skirt left nothing to the imagination, the inseam was so short it might as well have not been worn at all.\n\nGarra turned away but Ember looked closer. This was no woman. This was a man in drag and a very poor attempt at it. Sure, he had the hair down, and the voice, but his dick was nearly on display. His dick was covered with what could only be called a thong if you were being generous. It was more like a banana hammock, sequin of course, and its contents flopped around. His breasts, assuming they were fake, were comically large for his stature and didn’t move at all. His name tag read ‘Shandy.’ Ember couldn’t help but look, she was all about lewd and sexy stuff, but Garra kept looking away. \n\n“Ah, you like what you see?” The man asked Ember, moving his shoulders up and down seductively. “Well, honey, I have a strict ‘no touching’ policy,” he said in a teasing manner. “Now, what can I,” he said putting his hands on his ballooned chest, “do for you?” He pointed to them both. \n\n“We’re looking for a room, hot stuff,” Ember said to him. “What’s available?” She knew how to work with service employees, especially those in the sex industry. This one would be close enough.\n\n“Oh. My. Gosh.” the panther said in reply to Ember’s shameless flirting. “Well, just for the two of you, I have the lover’s suite.” He began typing at the keyboard. “For you, sweetie,” he pointed to Ember, “I’ll even give you a discount.” He brought up the booking page in the system. “King-size bed, toy closet, and bathroom. That’s gonna be $98 a night, with the discount, and there’s a fee for any pets, smoking, etc. Does any of this apply to you?”\n\nEmber replied with all the charm she could muster, “Smoking? Please, this beauty shouldn’t be sullied with cigarettes.”\n\n“Girl, preach it.” He typed a bit more and continued. “I’m gonna need a few things from you. ID, a credit card for authorization, and your license plate.” He printed a form from a printer below the desk and placed it in front of her. She got to work filling it out. Garra peeked through his fingers, he lowered his hands. “Hello, cutie.” The panther said. “It’s nice to have customers from the spectrum for once.”\n\nGarra didn’t know what to say to this comment. “I’m sorry?”\n\n“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two. She doesn’t hide her package very well at all, and you are just a cute little thing. How long have you been on E sweetie?” He pointed to Ember’s bulge, which was showing through her diaper and her jeans.\n\nGarra was so confused. This panther thought he was trans? Was it because of all the changes Ember had made to his body? He looked down at himself. He did look more feminine than he did before they left, but what the heck was he talking about?\n\n“Oh honey, please,” Ember said to the Panther, “If you want me, all you have to do is ask. No need to make a scene.”\n\nThe panther scoffed, “Goodness, spicy one, aren’t you?” Ember handed over the sheet and the panther got to making key cards for them. “Now don’t lose these, there will be a fee if you do.” He placed them in a small envelope and wrote their room number in the designated space, and paused for a second to write something else. “You’re on the top floor, room 309.” He slid the envelope across the desk to Ember. “You have a wonderful stay, Ms. Ember.” He leaned toward Ember. “My number is in there if you need anything at all. Anything.” He wiggled his eyebrows.\n\n“Naughty, naughty boy.” She booped his nose and began walking away, purposely strutting as she did so. She felt the gaze of the panther on her. She grabbed Garra by the hand, “Come on sweetie, I’m tired.” Playing along with his assumption, she dragged him to the elevator.\n\nGarra just looked at her as he let her drag him away. \n\nIn the elevator, Garra was very confused. “What just happened?”\n\n“He thought you were so cute that you were a trans girl, duh.” She pressed the button for the third floor.\n\n“But what is E? I don’t even know what that is.”\n\n“Don’t worry about it, you can become a girl without it.” She pulled out the remote out of her cleavage just enough that it peeked out. “But right now, you’re at my mercy.” She poked it back in. The doors opened. Ember strode out and towards 309, the sign on the opposite wall, in front of the elevator, told her it was to the right. Garra stood there, just as confused, and overwhelmed by all the information he just learned. The doors began to close and he rushed out the door, just barely nipping the edges of his wings.\n\nHe caught the door just as it was closing, Ember had both keys. She was already face first on the bed, wings spread out, spanning most of the room. It was a king-size bed, but a king size for large creatures, so it would have been like a super-duper king for any regular-sized person. It could fit them both easily. Worst case scenario, Ember could just shrink Garra down to teddy bear size and snuggle him. The room itself was far better than the lobby. The red carpeted floor and the walls were also red, the same as the carpet. The lamp was a chic design a college student would design and forget about a year later because it was for a bogus class that they hated. The lighting was suited for a sexy mood more than anything. Garra noticed that there was a dial on the wall and she had already dialed it to about three-quarters. \n\nThe bedside table held the usual items for a hotel. A display card with local restaurants, times for continental breakfast, TV channels, Wi-Fi passwords, and other information that is usually disregarded. The first thing on his mind was food. He checked the card and saw there was a pizza place a walking distance from here, Spanky’s Pizza and Wings. The pictures looked so good. The cheese pulls on the pepperoni pizza were sizable, the photoshopped steam coming from it looked convincing, and the garlic knots were calling him. \n\n“Hey, feel like pizza?”\n\n“Rea zure,” Ember said, her face still pressed into the bed.\n\n“If I cover it, can you get it? I’ve been in a soggy diaper all day and I’m sure I need a shower. I’m shocked it hasn’t leaked.”\n\nEmber’s ears perked at this statement. He still didn’t know that his ass was inflated. She pulled herself up from the bed. “Sounds fine to me. You order it and I’ll go get it.”\n\n“It’s walking distance, so that’s not too bad.” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number. “The usual for you?” The phone rang.\n\n“You know it.” She was standing up now, stretching her arms. The day wasn’t over yet.\n\n“Hello, Spankies.” The voice on the other line sounded overly cheerful for nine-thirty at night.\n\n“I’d like to place an order for pick-up please.”\n\n“Ok, what can we whip up for ya?”\n\n“Can we get two large pizzas, one with pepperoni and steak, the other with spinach, feta, onion, and alfredo sauce?”\n\n“Fancy pants over here, sure thing. Anything else?”\n\nHe didn’t know what to think of that comment. Whatever. “Those garlic knots look amazing too, an order of those.”\n\n“They’re my favorite. They’re a Spankies specialty. Those come with sauce as well, that ok?”\n\n“Sounds fine to me. That’ll be all.”\n\n“Ok, your total comes to,” the voice paused for a bit, humming a tune, “$41.50. Cash or card?”\n\nHe gave his card numbers to the guy on the phone. \n\n“Cool beans. Give us, let’s see, twenty-five minutes.”\n\n“Sounds good, thank you.”\n\n“Big thankies from Spankies.” The line turned to dial tone.\n\nHe looked at his phone from a safe distance with a confused expression. \n\nEmber noticed his expression. “What?”\n\n“Oh, nothing.” He tossed the phone onto the bed. “Twenty-five minutes. I’m gonna go hop in the shower. If I’m still in there when you get back, don’t wait for me.” He started walking towards the bathroom.\n\n“All right, I’m just gonna chill for a bit.” She sat down on the bed. Garra walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She looked at his phone on the bed. He didn’t listen to music in the shower like she did, he preferred the noise of the water. Her face shifted into a nefarious grin; she had an evil plan.\n\nGarra stepped into the bathroom, it looked like a bathroom at a Beefalo Mild Wings, grey tiles with white highlights. Two big mirrors sat over a white sink. The toilet was surprisingly clean, he expected it to have some stains on it from other people’s cum that they didn’t bother to clean. “This place doesn’t know what it wants to be.” He started stripping off his clothes. His shirt came off and was chucked onto the sink. His pants came off with some effort, but they fell to the floor with a thud, and they too were chucked to the sink. All that was left was his diaper. \n\nHe was so preoccupied with getting undressed and out of his diaper that he didn’t notice the door open slightly. His phone peeked into the room. Ember was holding it from the outside of the door. She planned to record his reaction when he noticed his ass was larger than before.\n\nHe stood there and looked at his diaper. He had always wondered what the appeal was with wearing them as an adult. After today he certainly thought it was convenient to wear one, but he still didn’t fully understand. He poked and prodded at the wet diaper, his finger leaving indents in the soaked material. \n\nHe looked at the shower, he looked at his diaper. A thought came to him. What would happen if he took it in the shower with him? Would it burst like Ember said it could? Curiosity got the better of him. He stepped into the shower. It was a newer model of shower, only half of the shower was covered with a glossy piece of glass, leaving the other half wide open. Unbeknownst to him, this was perfect for his voyeur, because this left her with a clear view of his body in the shower.\n\nHe turned on the water, nice and hot, the way he liked it. It felt so nice after being in a car for twelve hours. He felt it run through his fur, down his body, and more importantly, onto and into his diaper. The hook and loop coating that was on top of the diaper made it only partially water resistant. \n\nAfter a minute or so, it started to get soaked through. It may have already been thoroughly soaked with his pee, but there was still more it could take. It swelled up, bigger and bigger by the second. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it just kept going. “Whoa.” What if he filled it up this much? It began to sag on his body. When it was only a few inches down his newly thickened thighs before, it was almost halfway down now and still going. Around his waist it didn’t get larger, all the water was pooling at the bottom.\n\nHe stepped out of the water for a bit. He felt where all the water was pooling in the diaper. The sogginess and squishiness were unlike any other time he felt it. It was almost like playing with a thick water balloon. He couldn’t help but chuckle.\n \nHe went back under the water, daring himself to see how far he could take it. He watched it sag even further. Lower down his thighs, lower, now to his knees!\n\nRIIIIIIIIP\nGLORP\nSPLAT\n\nAll in a split second the diaper split right down the middle, the layer that held the polymers that absorbed any liquids and went inside ripped, and it made an audible splat sound in the tile floor of the shower.\n\nEmber had to hold back her laughter. She knew it would happen because she did it herself too early in her ABDL days.\n\nHe looked at the mess he just made. Little crystals were flowing down the open drain of the shower. He hoped he wasn’t gonna cause problems for the hotel later. He picked up what he could, scooping the crystals and putting them in the trash can under the sink, taking care not to slip.\n\nToo late though, his feet went up in the air and his ass hit the ground. “OW!” He was prepared for pain, but there wasn’t nearly as much as he thought. He sat there for a minute, breathing, calming down. Did he break something, and that was why it didn’t hurt as much? He stood up and did what anyone would do after a fall, rub their butt. What he discovered was not what he expected. He felt softer, larger, squishy. “What the hell?” \n\nHe looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t get a good look at himself before, due to being clothed, but now he could see everything. He could see what ember did to his thighs, his hips. His arms, shoulders, and hands. And, news to him, she altered his butt at some point in time. From the waist down he looked like one of those plus-sized supermodels. Not huge, but thicc. His upper body looked feminine; his frame was thinner than before.\n\nHe kept rubbing his butt, squeezing his new cheeks. He couldn’t resist, he spanked himself and watched the ripples on his cheeks. “Ok, this is hot.” He couldn’t help but think about it. What else was Ember gonna do to him? Was he gonna be a femboy? Could he even call himself ‘him’ by the end of this road trip?\nHis dick was hard as a rock. Was he getting off on himself? He touched his dick, harder than he ever felt it. He moved back into the shower, carefully this time. He stroked his dick, it felt so good after being contained in a diaper for so long. The musk coming from his fur was strong too. He didn’t hate it at all. He imagined what else Ember was gonna do to him. Was she gonna give him tits? Big ones? Maybe as big as hers? He’d like that at this rate.\n\nHe stroked faster and began panting. He never felt like this before. He had used the remote to disguise himself as so many people for his old job in hell, but he was never turned on by the idea of it. He’s been a woman several times, but it was strictly business, no fun stuff. He imagined himself with huge knockers and maybe some long hair. He imagined Ember’s long dick inside of him, his new ass shaking and bouncing to the rhythm of her pounding his asshole. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to cum. \n\nHe pulled down on his cock, pulling back the skin, and let loose. He was a cannon. He shot cum everywhere. The glass, the walls of the shower, some even splashed up and got on his face. He hadn’t felt an orgasm like that in years. His knees nearly buckled. He stood there, leaning against the wall, his dick not as hard but still just as long.\n\nEmber took the phone and ended the video. She had to go get the pizza.\n\nTwenty minutes later, Garra exited the bathroom. His fur was all clean and blow-dried. He realized that he didn’t have any clean clothes, they left their bags in the car and Ember had the keys. ”Eh, it’s not like she hadn’t seen him nude before.” \n\nHe sat on the bed by his phone. Ember had put it back right where he had tossed it. He swiped and saw he had a notification from Ember. \n\nFlamingMommy\nAren’t you cute?\n\nThere was a video attached. It looked like the hotel bathroom, and was that him standing there? His face flushed as he taped the video. It went only downhill from there. His face got redder and redder as he watched himself strip, fill his diaper in the shower, and jerk off to thoughts of himself and all the things he wanted Ember to do to him. His erection didn’t lie, he was horny again. Right after he jerked off and sprayed his seed everywhere too.\n\n“I didn’t know you were so horny for diapers.” Garra didn’t notice her walking in. Her left hand held three boxes of food carried like a waiter in fancy restaurants. Her other hand held their bags, all three of them. He was so engrossed in watching himself he didn’t even hear the loud *kerchunk* of the door!\n\n“No, I’m not.” He tossed his phone behind him and crossed his arms. “I’m just pent up is all.”\n\nShe set the pizza boxes on the bench by the TV. “Oh yeah?” She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her diaper was as pristine as this morning; white as the baby powder she used on them both, but a bit squished together due to being packed into jeans all day. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her hips out. “Your member there tells me otherwise.”\n\nHe looked down, he was still hard, if not harder, seeing her in a diaper. “Yeah, well, you didn’t even use yours. What was all that this morning about being a firehose or whatever? You must not like them at all.” He was grasping at straws; he didn’t want to admit that his taste for ABDL and diapers grew in just one day. \n\n“That’s because I was holding it in.” She strode towards him, stopping in front of him, a bulge forming in her diaper. \n\nHe didn’t know where this was going, but he had suspicions. “Why?”\n\n“So I can do this.” She pushed him over by the shoulders. He fell flat on his back, dick still at full mast. She walked around to the side of the bed and started crawling onto the bed. He didn’t know what was happening. She wasn’t going to try and shove his dick through her diaper, right? As much as he had dreamed of having sex with her, who wouldn’t, that would make it very hard. \n\nShe stretched her leg over his head and placed it by his head, her other leg on the other. She was now on her knees, above his head, diaper blocking his view. “Just be still.” She lowered herself onto his face, diaper pressed against his muzzle. “Good boy.” She said this in her dominant tone that she reserved only for their sexy RPs over voice chat. She rubbed her diaper over his face, taking care that his muzzle and nose got plenty of exposure.\n\n‘What’s happening? Why is she domming me?’ That’s all he could think of as she asserted her authority over him. Her diaper, still fresh, was so soft. The baby powder smell was overpowering, but there was a hint of her sweat; like smoke. \n\n“I saved this just for you.” She stopped moving and sat there on his face. Suddenly the smell of urine hit the air. Ember’s ass tensed as the damn broke. The diaper began to fill, rapidly. Garra couldn’t see anything but could smell the growing smell of urine. \n\n“You are not-“\n\nEmber leaned forward and grabbed his erect penis. “Hush up, slut.” She began to stroke his dick while she wet her diaper. It swelled quickly and was yellowed within seconds. She could feel it start to sag around his face. She kept stroking and listened to his moans.\n\nThis is not how he imagined his first real sexual encounter with her would go. He always imagined it would be a sensual experience, her naked on a bed, eagerly awaiting his dick in her pussy. She would moan while he plowed her like a railgun. But no, this was it. He was getting face sat with a wet diaper, while she was stroking his throbbing dick, in a gay hotel. \n\nHe wasn’t complaining though. He was exposed to the smell of wet diapers all day and he was now used to it, in fact came to like it. The fact that he had one right on his face? That was even better. The smell was so strong that we couldn’t help but take deep sniffs of it. Her diaper was getting so full now that it was starting to cover his nose. The euphoria from smelling it directly was more than he had expected. It was still expanding, soon it would engulf his muzzle too. \n\nShe began to stroke faster. “Good boy,” she cooed, “Now cum for mommy.” She had trained him to cum with this phrase. She was a genius when it came to conditioning her subs. \n\n“I’m cumming mommy!” He couldn’t help it; she had said his control phrase. His penis exploded like a volcano of semen, coating Ember’s face, his groin, and the sheets around him. Unlike in the shower, this load was smaller but just as violent. \n\nShe leaned upward and continued to sit on his face. “Good boy. Who’s mommy’s little slut?” \n\n“I am.” He had no choice but to admit it now, he loved diapers. He regretted not giving in to his curiosity or letting her do this to him sooner. He wanted more. \n\nEmber removed her diaper from his face and stood up on the floor. “What do you think?” \n\nHe didn’t know what to say first. What was she asking? What did he think about what? The facesitting? Diapers in general? Her?\n\n“I want more!” He blurted, getting off his back and onto all fours. “Pad me up again!”\n\nShe pat his head, scratching the back of his ears. “That’s what I thought you’d say.” She waddled over to the diaper bag; her diaper was quite full now. “Get in position, puppy.” Pulling out two boosters she turned to face him.\n\nHe did as he was told. He didn’t know what it was, whether it was magic or what, but he was all in with diapers now. He sat on his back and waited for his fresh diaper.\n\nEmber wiggled out of her very wet, very warm, and very heavy diaper. She carefully lowered it to the ground and placed it on the carpet, making sure it wasn’t leaking. Her dick was now free and stood on end, aroused. Peeling the tapes on two of the three boosters, she placed them in the already wet diaper. Satisfied, she walked over to Garra and picked him up. He was heavier than before thanks to her modifications. \n\nWhy was she picking him up? He was waiting for his fresh diaper like a good boy. She placed his feet in her used diaper, his feet in the holes. “Stay there for a sec, puppy.” She bent over and pulled the used diaper up over his very thick thighs and waist. It took some adjusting of the loops, but she managed it. “Here’s your diaper, puppy.”\n\nHe stood there in amazement. This was Ember’s diaper. Ember’s pee. Ember’s warmth. He squished the front with his hands, watching his hands sink in, leaving hand prints. “You don’t get a new one until you burst it.”\n\n“What?!” There were two boosters in it. Those held almost as much as the diaper itself, little did he know. He may be in that for a while. “But my pants won’t fit over this.”\n\n“Guess you’re wearing skirts. I packed some for you.”\n\nShe had planned this from the start! What if he didn’t let her take the remote? Would she have stolen it and transformed his body beforehand? Would it have been more subtle? He had no choice now; besides, he was so turned on by the idea of wearing Ember’s used diapers. “Yes, mommy.” He accepted his fate.\n\n“Now let’s eat and get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” She took off her top and they demolished their food. That night, they cuddled in bed, Garra as the little spoon. He didn’t tell her, but he was erect the entire night in the diaper.\n\n\n\n\nWhat will happen the next day of the trip? How many other ways will Ember change Garra’s body? Will he succumb to his thoughts and beg to become a femboy? Maybe a woman? \nFind out in Part 2\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "TF Roadtrip part 1

Garra was drawn out of sleep that morning by several discord notifications. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned. The alarm clock by his bed read 7:23 AM. Earlier than he’d usually get up, especially on a Thursday, but he knew that when he got several notifications one after another it was usually something important. He reached for his phone by his alarm clock, Ember. Of course. She had that habit of sending several at once when she was excited.

FlamingMommy
Garra!
Garra!
You’ll never believe what just happened!

He tapped the notification and swiped to unlock his phone. There it was, three rapid-fire notifications from Ember. “What is it this time?” he asked himself sleepily.

CoalStriker
Yeah? What

FlamingMommy
I just won a lottery and won two tickets to an Imagine Dergs concert in L.A.!

CoalStriker
No way! They’re my favorite!

His black fur stood on end, his wings bristled, and he was suddenly wide awake with excitement. Imagine Dergs was one of the most popular pop/rock bands in the country. Their fan base consisted mostly of scaled creatures and winged creatures, due to the nature of their songs. If you were a dragon, or a Dragon/Shark hybrid like Ember was, or a winged hellhound like Garra was, and you weren’t a fan of their music for any reason at all, you were labeled as having bad taste. Their songs spoke to their hearts and touched on social issues regarding their place in the world.

FlamingMommy
Yeah, I know! Ya’ll wanna come with me?

CoalStriker
I can probably ask someone to cover this weekend. But are you sure?

FlamingMommy
Duh, who else would I want to go with? Nova isn’t into it, such bad taste.

CoalStriker
Yeah, bad taste indeed. How could she not?

FlamingMommy
OK, you meet me at my place tomorrow at 8. We’ll have to leave early so we have time. I’ll take care of hotels and such.

CoalStriker
Sounds cool.

Garra was riled up now. He shot out of bed and started scrolling through his contacts for someone to cover his shifts for a few days. Marketing was a flexible enough career. Worst case scenario, he’d have to cash in some PTO. What luck too, he had a ton of PTO saved up too. A round trip from L.A. to Tennessee would take up quite a bit, but he’d been saving them up anyway. He had a lot of prep work to do now.

* * *

The next morning, he pulled up at Ember’s house. No matter how many times he saw it he still couldn’t believe that she was able to own an old farmhouse and fix it up herself. It stood there, renovated, looking new and modern. He pulled up beside her Firebird and got out. He had to look at it in awe every time he visited. She was so eccentric; old farmhouse, an old car, old fashioned values, but her behaviors and tastes were anything but old-fashioned.

Walking up the paving stone walkway to the porch, he could smell the pansies in bloom. He rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened a few moments later. There she was, looking half awake and right out of bed. At least she put on clothes this time. He remembered one time he came over one time to take her to a doctor’s appointment when she was in no shape to do it herself, and she came to the door in her underwear. Not even to mention she only wears sexy, revealing underwear, that borders on lingerie, so he practically saw everything. Given the height difference between the two, this was particularly jarring in the morning, because it would have left her breasts right in his face. This morning, however, she had a pair of soft-looking short shorts on, sleep or loungewear for sure. Her top was covered with a one-size-too-large sports bra, allowing her girls to hang and jiggle a bit. She had a large mug of coffee in her hand.

“Mornin’ sug,” when she was tired, her country accent leaked out, “c’mon in.” She turned around and dragged herself to the kitchen. The smell of coffee was pouring through the house. Garra stepped in and followed. The redone kitchen was still clean, she liked to keep it that way. It looked so clean in fact that you’d think this was a demo kitchen.

“You look tired,” Garra said bluntly. “Long night?”

“Don’t get me started,” Ember said sipping her coffee, “Finding a hotel was a bitch. ‘Er’yone was either full or paying astronomical prices. And you know I ain’t renting no Air B&B.”

“Yeah, I know.” He didn’t need another tirade about how she hated the concept of Air B&B and other like companies. He remembered what she told him when she bought the place. ‘Those idiots that rent the place leave it in a mess! Whose job is it to clean it? Mine! You can’t run an Air B&B in Tennessee from Florida.’

“But I found a hotel that had one vacancy left. Luckily,” she sipped her coffee, “it’s a large species room.” She was 6’ 9” but Garra could alter his body any way he wanted or needed. The downside, it made him very tired to do so himself, so he usually stuck with 6’ in regular form. “One bed though, but it’s a big one. Ya’ll don’t mind sharin’, do ya?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He cared a little bit though, he knew for a fact that Ember slept nude, but he would hope that she would bring clothes and break that habit for the trip.

“On the way down, we can probably find whatever, so I didn’t bother making reservations.” She sipped her coffee, a larger swig. “But,” she was waking up now, “I had an idea to cut down on travel time since the concert is on Sunday at 8 pm and such short notice.” She set her coffee down and walked over to the entry to the kitchen. Garra didn’t notice before, but she had her bags all packed and set to go. There was a very tightly packed duffel bag and a cutesy-looking bag with handles. It had clouds, stars, and brown teddy bears hopping from cloud to cloud. That wasn’t her style at all.

“Uh,” Garra looked at it confused, “what is that one?” he pointed to it.

“This,” pointing to it with her hand, “is my idea.” She bent over and grabbed something from inside the bag. He could hear crinkling sounds. “You know I’m into diapers, right?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going.

“Well, I figure if we wear diapers instead of stopping for bathroom breaks as often, we could save at least four hours.” She pulled out one of the diapers, it was her favorite pattern. Bellissimos; rabbits, bears, moons, balloons, cherries, with hook and loop rather than tape. Ember had shown this to him before. Garra also had expressed interest in the past, but he had determined the price of entry was too expensive for him. The average ABDL diaper was $3.50 each and it would only last a day tops. If he ended up liking it, he’d want to wear them more often. A pack, varying from eight to ten costs $40 on average, and if he ends up wearing one a day, that would be $4 a day and $28 a week for a hobby. That would add up.

“I mean, your logic is sound.” He thought about it. If the concert was on Sunday, and they had at least a thirty-hour drive, it would cut down on time. They’d still have to stop at rest stops to change if, God forbid, any of them had to mess. And the tickets were free.

“You don’t have to worry about doing it yourself,” Ember said, “I’ll even change you, make sure you don’t get chafing and such.” She crinkled the diaper in her hands as if that was an incentive.

He thought about it more. She’s seen his dick before, so that’s not the issue here. “I mean, I really don’t want to, but I guess we have to because of our travel time.”

“Great!” She reached for his hand, grabbed him, and pulled him up the stairs at lightning speed. She opened the door to her room and pushed him onto her bed. “We don’t have time to waste, take those pants off, mister.”

He looked down at himself. ‘Am I really doing this?’ He unbuttoned his jeans and started pushing them off his legs, as best he could because he was flat on his back. Next came his boxers. There he was, exposed from the waist down, on his friend’s bed, and getting a diaper put on him. He was trying so hard not to get an erection, but he was already halfway there.

“Good, let’s get this on you.” She unfolded the diaper and ruffled it up to make it poofier.

“Is that necessary?” he didn’t want people to tell that he was wearing a diaper, his jeans already had tears high up the legs.

“Yes, it is,” Ember said matter-of-factly. “More absorbency.” She reached underneath his rear and lifted him deftly. Sliding the diaper underneath him, she set him back down. He felt like he was sitting on a very thin cushion. He rolled up his plain red shirt so it wouldn’t get caught in the diaper. Opening the drawer to her bedside table, she pulled out a bottle of baby powder. Twisting the lid open, she patted the back of the bottle and evenly applied powder to his groin, making sure to get underneath his dick and balls as well, which was growing harder by the second. Garra was red-faced by this point, she had touched his dick and it only made him harder. “Don’t worry sweetie, I always get hard during this process too.” She set the powder down and started to fold the diaper up, wriggling it in between his legs for a snug fit. “Now for the loops.”

“Why is it called hook and loop if it’s Velcro?” he asked trying to divert some of the sexual tension.

“It’s like Velcro, but not quite.” She said as she did up one side. “I don’t know why it’s called hook and loop, but I prefer it over tape. The tape gets holes from the tips of my claws then it doesn’t stick right.” She did up the other side. “There.” She patted the center of the diaper, feeling his dick underneath the poofy diaper. “You’re all done. I can do it myself if you’d rather not do me.” She got up and walked to her dresser, opening the bottom drawer, and pulling out what looked like two diapers, but one of them was smaller than the other.

“Yeah….” He got off the bed, finding it difficult to put his legs together. Reaching for his pants, he stepped into the legs. He could get the button done up with a little struggle. Not too tight, but not loose. He wiggled his hips, took high steps like a Drum Major, and jumped up and down in place. There was an ever-so-slight sound of crinkling from the diaper, despite the pants muffling it.

Meanwhile, she had already ruffled up her diaper and placed the other item on top of it, not before peeling a strip of paper from it. She stripped her daisy dukes and panties off in one go and laid down to put her diaper on. She reached for the bedside table, pulling out a tube of something. “What’s that?”

“A booster,” she replied, “I’m what the community calls a firehose, so I usually use boosters to absorb more liquids. Can’t be changing too many times, right?”

He didn’t quite understand her jargon, but he accepted it. “And that?”

“Rash cream.” She said bluntly. “Unlike you furry folk, us with scales or smooth skin can get rash after padding up for a while. And if we’re gonna be padded for a while, I wanna be sure I don’t.” She slathered an ample amount of the white, medicinal-smelling cream onto her lower region. She applied more to the base of her dick, which was easily twice as long as his.

He knew she was a futanari, but how did she get so damn lucky? He watched as she easily shook the bottle of powder and applied powder to herself, then sealed the diaper like a professional.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Years now, at least five.” She did up the last tape and stood up. Her dick was bulging in her diaper still. “The biggest downside to wearing these is I can’t wear my usual dukes.” She walked to her dresser and got out a pair of jeans. Sliding into them, she did up the button and turned around. “See? It would be peeking out if I didn’t wear jeans.” He could tell that something was going on underneath those jeans, but the way she fashioned it, it just looked like she had a bigger ass. “Two sizes too big so it can expand without bursting.” She turned around again to face the dresser, crinkling slightly as she did.  She peeled off her large sports bra and found her usual red crop top in another dresser drawer. It fit over her bust perfectly, showing just enough cleavage, and covering the important bits.

“Bursting?” He looked down at his diaper hidden beneath his jeans. Would his burst?

“Nah, honey, you’ll be fine.” She put a hand on his shoulder and reassured him. “Hey, I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” he looked at her inquisitively. Was it to get out of these diapers? Get him in something cute? Please no.

“Why don’t we make this interesting? You know that remote of yours you have. The one you use to alter your body?”

He closed his eyes and thought ‘remote.’ It appeared in his hands. “This one?”

It was a small, rectangular remote with a scroll wheel in the center. Garra was a unique individual, he could change his body however he wanted, but not by normal means. This remote could do it for him in the simplest means possible. All he had to do was think about what he wanted changed, like his height, and move the scroll wheel up or down. It didn’t always work that way for everything though. He tried it on his dick once, and it just expanded its overall size, length, and girth. Being too specific or vague gives mixed results. Over time he learned what did and didn’t work.

“Yeah,” she snatched it from his hands. “it’s mine now.” She gave an evil snicker.

“What?” he knew Ember was playing some game. Besides, she could always summon it away if he wanted to.

“Every time you wet or mess your diaper, I get to change something.” She smirked holding the remote loosely between her claws.

He should have known that she’d be up to no good with this idea. However, he could always fix it later. What was the harm? What’s the worst she was gonna do, give him a huge head like you could in old video games with a cheat code? Turn him pink? Might be fun anyway. “Oh no,” he said sarcastically, “whatever will I do?”

“That’s a good boy.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Such a good sport. But we gotta get moving. Time’s a-wastin’, it’s almost 9.” She shoved the remote in between her breasts deep into her crop top, the safest place she could think of and where he would never dare reach for.

He stood there blushing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all? Ember called after him. He snapped out of his daze and went downstairs.

“Get your bag and toss it in the trunk,” she said as she loaded her overstuffed duffel in the trunk. He retrieved his duffel bag from the back seat and tossed it in the trunk of the firebird. Climbing in the front seat, he buckled up. Ember had fixed this car up a bit. New stereo with Bluetooth, charging ports, heated seats, the works for a newer car. Ember tossed him her phone. “Startup Maps, won’t you? I have the address in there.” She tossed the diaper bag in the back seat.

He looked at her phone and turned on the screen. “Gah!” He nearly dropped it. Her lock screen was a lewd pic that he had sent her a year ago. He was flat on his bed with his shirt up. His pants were down and his dick was out, hard as a rock and longer than normal. He remembered sending this after he told Ember about the remote and she told him to make his dick as long as hers. “Why am I your lock screen?!”

She got in and did up her seat belt. “Duh, because you’re cute.” She booped his snoot and audibly said “boop” when she did. Starting up the car, she ignored how embarrassed he was. He opened the phone and started the route. Ember started up her Firebird and pulled out of the long gravel driveway.

* * *

They were on Highway 40 for about an hour, blasting Imagine Dergs songs through the speakers. Ember had every song they had ever written on her phone, even the studio recordings, live audios, and unreleased recordings that were leaked three years ago. They were having a wonderful time, with only thirty hours to go.

It was then that Garra felt his bladder rumble, it was full, very full. He didn’t have the chance to go before they left because of the diaper. He was hoping to not need to go at all until they stopped for the night, but those hopes were slashed. “Uh. Ember?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I have to go.” He said this hopefully as if Ember would forget that he had a diaper on.

“Then go.” She fished the remote out of her ‘breast pocket.’ “What am I gonna change first?”

“Uh…” flustered, he sat there unsure. Was she asking him? What would he want changed first? In his confusion, he didn’t notice that he had started to wet himself. He smelled something in the car. He sniffed the air, and was shocked to see that it was coming from him! He wasn’t incontinent, why did he not notice? Was it just nervousness?

“Well, there’s number one. I’m keeping count.” Ember said as she began to dial the remote down, in many increments. It clicked as she moved the scroll wheel. He was prepared to feel something change, some part of him shrink, expand, or maybe change color. Nothing happened.

“What did you change?” he sat there looking at himself, patting himself down, trying to find some proof of what she changed.

“It’s a secret. I’m not telling what I change.”
 
“Ugh! You’re so mean!” He didn’t mean that of course, he liked Ember’s teasing sometimes. His friends always thought of him as a dom just because he was usually tall, had black fur with red highlights in his hair, the tattoos on his right arm, and big demon wings. That couldn’t be further from the truth. True, he was a switch, but he was mostly a sub. Don’t judge a book by its cover, he always thought. Not all hellhounds are tops.

She put the remote back in her breasts and continued driving. They were coming up on Nashville so she had to focus. His groin felt so warm. He poked the now expanded diaper, it was very squishy. He had to feel it directly. He unbuttoned his pants and revealed the diaper. The warm smell of urine filled the car, and he didn’t particularly hate it. He felt it with his finger, squishy but rough and textured where the hook and loop covered the front of the diaper. He pressed his whole hand against it, he could feel his dick getting harder as he did so. He clenched his fist and started pressing deeper into it, no way it felt this good.

“Don’t think I can’t see you over there,” Ember remarked as she was still watching the road. Cars were flying past her, despite her driving ten miles above the speed limit.

“Oh.” He raised his hand from his diaper and zipped up his pants again with some struggle, crinkling the entire time. Was he coming to like diapers after all?

* * *

In Nashville, they got in a traffic jam, about three miles long. They sat there, with their music going, going at a snail’s pace. Ember was patient but chomping at the bit. Garra was sitting there with his phone out, looking at some porn that he decided to investigate. He figured since he liked poking and prodding his dick so much through his diaper, there’s gotta be some porn about it. And boy, was there ever.

Pixiv had tons of it. Popular characters in diapers, OCs in diapers, diapers five times the size of their bodies, and what he was looking for, bulges in diapers. He didn’t understand why he was so turned on by this suddenly. Did it only take one experience to discover he liked diapers? The remote can’t change mental things about him, only physical changes. He kept looking at this porn, with huge bulges, almost ripping their diapers. If only that were possible. Scrolling through the feed, he discovered the femboys in diapers. My god, he had hot gold. He could feel his dick get hard in his diaper. Had he discovered a new fetish? The wide hips, thick thighs, and feminine-looking faces. Some of them even looked like they had small breasts.

Ember saw this of course, it’s hard not to look at what your passenger is looking at on their phone when you’re in a traffic jam. “So, you’re into those girly boys huh?”

“NO!” He shouted as he came out of his focus. “I uh….” He had nothing to defend himself with. “I think you’re getting me into this, so I was doing research.”

“Uh huh, research.” She scrolled up a bit and tapped on an image. Isabelle from Animal Crossing in a diaper three times as big as herself, clearly messed up. “You know, we ABDLs strive for a diaper that large. Think about that.”

He did. He imagined himself in a diaper three times as large as himself, poofier and softer than the one he was already wearing, that only got bigger with each donation from him. “Yeah.” He got even harder. Suddenly he began wetting himself again.

“Well, well, that’s number two.” She reached for the remote.

“What?” he looked down; indeed, the diaper was warm again. The smell of urine filled the car, but it was almost pleasant. He unbuttoned his jeans and saw that the diaper was now yellow on the front. What was happening to him?  

He heard the clicking of the scroll wheel, but he couldn’t tell whether it was up or down. Before his eyes, he saw his thighs widen. Why did she choose his thighs? They were growing nice and plump, like those femboys he saw on Pixiv. Was she slowly turning him into a femboy? His thighs kept growing, as the scroll wheel clicked, and he watched as they grew plumper and plumper. His jeans felt very tight now, the rips that were already there grew larger to compensate. Finally, it stopped, leaving his thighs shapely and soft to the touch.

“There. I wonder what will be next.” She said as she put the remote back in her breasts.

“I swear if you turn me into a femboy just because I discovered them today.”

“What?” she leaned in. “You’ll be glad? Feel sexy?” He didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of looking feminine while still being a boy turned him on more than it probably should have. He feared what her plan was, but he also looked forward to it. Turning back to his phone, he kept looking at the porn while Ember kept brewing over the traffic jam.

* * *

It was 1 PM, and the roads were hectic and had been for the good part of an hour. Over the sounds of honking horns and hot rods zooming past everyone, an audible grumble floated around the car. Ember looked down at her exposed stomach and rubbed it. “Well then,” she said aloud, “Seems it’s time to get lunch somewhere. Luckily, there was an exit coming up in two miles. The blue exit signs showed the following restaurants: WacDonalds, Sububby, Arbos, and Booster’s Pizza. “What do you think?” she asked Garra, pointing at the sign coming up.

He thought about it. Not Arbos, he may be in a diaper, but he definitely didn’t want to use it that way. Sububby would be a safe bet, but at 1 PM there would still be a rush. That traffic jam set them back an hour. They didn’t have the time for Booster’s Pizza, so WacDonalds would have to be it. “WacDonalds for me.”

“Ok, I like their wraps.” She pulled onto the ramp and followed the signs leading up to her turn. The car made three dings, telling her that gas was low. “Oh, good timin’.” She could see a Bamoco station from the exit, and it was in the same direction as WacDonalds. “We’re getting gas first.” She made a right and headed towards the Bamoco station.

Ember pulled up to a pump and exited the car. Garra got out too, to stretch his legs. He stretched his arms high in the air and his wings extended to their full length. He put his hands on his lower back and stretched backward as well, it felt so nice after sitting down for four straight hours. Suddenly, he felt very full, but it wasn’t because he had eaten recently. He put his hand above his bladder and could feel it, he had to go again.

“I’m gonna run inside real quick. Get a drink.” He turned around briskly. He hadn’t noticed the last two times he had to pee; he wasn’t going to miss this one. He crinkled as he sprinted inside.

“Get me a sweet tea!” Ember shouted as he ran inside. She looked as he ran inside; he could see him running towards the bathroom, the doors with a big blue triangle with a depiction of a male creature on it. “That little sneak.” She got the remote out of her breasts. She looked at it, then back to the door. “Not yet. Wait a bit.” She had to wait for the right moment.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Garra rushed to the largest stall available, the stall for large species. He made sure it was locked and moved to the farthest end. Nervously, he looked around the stall to make sure he didn’t barge in on anyone, sometimes smaller species liked to use the larger stalls. Once he knew he was alone, he dropped his pants, being sure not to make too many crinkling sounds. His diaper was swollen and stained yellow since his last wet. It seemed that it swells more after you wet it. He poked the front of it, and his finger sank in, leaving an indentation for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure what to make of it.

‘I still can’t believe I agreed to this.’ He leaned against the wall and sighed. Suddenly he felt a new warmth around his groin. Panicked, he looked down, and to his horror, he was wetting himself. He didn’t even know and he purposely went to the bathroom so he didn’t have to use the diaper. “No!” He shouted but covered his mouth quickly, the echo was louder in public restrooms that had to accommodate every size, and the tile did him no favors either.

He heard the door open and someone else walking in. Claws in the tile, heavy-sounding steps. Couldn’t have been Ember, right? This was the men’s bathroom. He looked at the lock on the door, it was locked. The door to his stall rattled against the frame. There was a knock. “Uhm, someone’s in here.” He was still wetting, slowly but surely, perhaps more now due to the fear of being caught in a diaper.

“Oh, sorry.” A deep-sounding voice said from behind the door. A kind voice, but very deep. He heard the steps again but walked away. The door to the bathroom opened again and closed.  He was in the clear. The more he spent in the stall, the higher the chance of being caught, he had to get out of there. His plan had failed. He thought about getting rid of the diaper, but Ember would know he was up to no good. He just had to suck it up and get his pants back on. He bent over and started pulling his pants up, crinkling the, now bigger, diaper around his waist.

Just as he buttoned them, his pants began to feel tight. ‘Oh, what now?’ he thought. Dropping his pants back to the ground, he put both hands on his hips, inspecting why his favorite jeans were getting too small for him out of nowhere. He felt them growing. They were getting wider! “Noooo,” he whispered, learning from his last mistake, and not shouting. Ember knew he was in the bathroom trying to get a freebie. She was aiming for his hips now, and she was serious about her threat. He didn’t want to be a femboy, or did he? He thought about this as he felt his hips grow wider. They wouldn’t stop either, they kept on going. He was going to look so weird by the time he left the bathroom.

His jeans had reached the point where they started to dig into his waist. He wants so badly to undo the button, but what if the diaper was so large it forced the zipper to open? Then his pants would fall! All he could do was watch as his hips expanded and his pants grew tighter. He had no choice, he had to unbutton his jeans. He struggled with the button, it was very taught, and stuck in the loop. After a bit, he managed to set it free.

Instant relief. His pants felt loose and his hips were no longer a source of tightness, but they kept on expanding. He put his hands to his head and panicked. This was what he deserved for cheating on the dare, but what if his pants wouldn’t fit anymore?

As if to answer his prayers, his hips stopped growing. His pants were now tight, but not uncomfortably. It was like he put on some pounds but was still able to squeeze into them. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at himself, and was sad to admit that, if he didn’t know he was a boy, he’d look good, aside from the diaper of course. His thighs didn’t look fat anymore because his hips now complemented them.

Hell, he looked kinda hot, but he was never gonna tell Ember that. He shook his head, slapped his cheeks, and woke up. Luckily his shirt went low enough to cover the fact that his button couldn’t close. He stepped out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror by the sink. His lower half looked hot as fuck. He walked out of the bathroom, red-faced and embarrassed, because he was turning himself on. And hey, he didn’t crinkle anymore because his pants were so tight.

Before he left, he snagged himself a soda and Ember a sweet tea from the coolers lining the wall. The cashier was looking at him weirdly. “That’ll be $3.57.” He couldn’t take his eyes off Garra’s hips and thighs. Garra pulled out $4 from his wallet, which was very hard to pull out of his back pocket now due to his diaper and larger hips. “Forty cents is your change. Have a nice day.” Garra grabbed the drinks and walked away, watching the cashier from out of the corners of his eye, watching his backside with a dumb grin.

“Took you long enough.” Ember was leaning on the hood of her firebird, in a sexy pose, attracting the stares of other patrons.

“I had, uh, difficulties.” He didn’t want to give away that he was trying to get away with not using his diaper. He handed her the sweet tea. She knew he was because his hips were now big and sexy, but what if it was a fluke? A mistake? His remote was in between her breasts, it could be that it was moving around and she was thinking of his hips. Maybe?

“Difficulties, eh? Difficulties with what?” She got up and caressed his new, wide hips. Nope, it wasn’t a mistake.

“You know me, I just couldn’t decide. Hahaha. Which flavor of Mountain Spew, am I right? There are just so many. Original, Red Alert, Amperage, Orange Spark, or,” Ember was looking at him smugly, “Mystery, flavor.” He nervously opened the bottle of soda and drank half of it.

“I saw you enter the bathroom, sweetie.” She put both hands on his shoulders. “I knew what you were doing.” She traced her hands down his sides and stopped at his hips again. “I know.” She squeezed them and released her grip. You tried to hide it from me too. Bad boy.” She leaned over and flicked his nose. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” She lifted his shirt, revealing the undone button. “Big boy, aren’t you?” She spanked him.

Garra jumped. He put his hand on the back of his head, shamefully. “Maybe.”

She reached into her breasts and pulled out the remote. “I should punish you for that. This is a bet, you know.” Her thumb set on top of the scroll wheel, waiting to move it either up or down.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should.”

“Oh?” Ember looked at him quizzically.

It was a gamble, but it was worth a shot. “Maybe I wanted you to do that. Maybe I wanted you to change me more. What if I wanted to be more feminine, huh?” He put a hand on his hips and stuck his hips out, purposely being sassy.

“Honey, all you had to do was ask,” she said, calling his bluff. She rotated the scroll wheel down. His shirt suddenly felt loose. He looked down, left, right, and saw his shoulders getting slimmer. His red shirt slid down his shoulders and became baggy. His arms were also becoming slimmer. The tribal marks on his right arm adhering to the new size, despite how tattoos would normally behave when skin changes in girth. His usual muscular arms became smaller all muscle definition disappearing completely. Some pudge was left behind in his arms, but not enough to be considered thick like his thighs or hips. The soda bottle in his hands felt larger by the seconds as his hands shrunk, his fingers growing thinner and losing musculature. His shoulders received the same treatment, losing all masculine features and shrinking down to a feminine, slim physique.

Garra looked at himself, he looked even more feminine now. If you put him in a skirt and a tube top, he might even pass for a trans girl. His face still looked masculine, so there was no passing for a girl. His hips and thighs looked thick and meaty while his arms and shoulders looked thin and feminine, what an unusual combo. He knew this road trip wasn’t over, barely even started, and he was already like this. He wasn’t going to stand a chance at this rate.

“See? You’re one step closer to those femboys you like.” A corgi in a flannel shirt on the other side of the pump moved over to look at Garra. He looked at him, confused. Should he be attracted to this feminine-looking hellhound or not? Garra noticed and growled at him. He decided to mind his own business.

“Well,” Ember said as she walked to the trunk, pressing the button on her fob to pop it open, “It looks like you need some comfier pants.” She pointed to his pants, the button hardly staying in the loop. He grimaced. “Lucky for you, I packed extras.” She began digging through her overstuffed duffel bag. She pulled out a pair of ripped jeans, with rips almost as large as the ones on his. “You can change in the car; we have to get food and go.” She tossed the jeans to him, shut the trunk, and hopped into the driver’s seat.

Garra looked at Ember’s pants in his hand. There were signs of wear across the ass, signs of where her cheeks pressed against them when she sat down. The rips looked well-worn too, threads of denim dangling here and there from each rip. Out of instinct from choosing his clothes, he smelled them. They smelled clean and ever so slightly like peaches.

Ember honked the horn. “Let’s get’er movin’, slowpoke! We still need to get food.” Garra had no choice but to change in the car.

* * *

They had reached the eight-hour mark on their trip. Around this time, the roads were starting to get busy again with the usual Friday evening traffic. They had already gone through all the Imagine Dergs songs on Ember’s phone by this point, so they switched to Spoofy to fill the silence along with talk about their jobs, dumb things they saw online, and hentai artists that they both liked online. Garra looked stuff up and showed her while she drove, they both commented whether it was hot and if they’d smash or pass.

Garra sipped the last of his large drink that he ordered from WacDonalds. He had eaten his nuggs a long time ago, but he was making his drink last so he didn’t have to use his diaper again. Ember didn’t seem to be using her diaper at all. Either that or she just didn’t have to wet very often. He wasn’t sure. Garra tossed his now empty cup into the bag that his food came in, cramming it in next to the cardboard containers from Ember’s Chicken Wraps.

He looked at the time, wondering how long they’d be driving. “Four more hours,” Ember replied as if reading his mind. “We have 31 hours of driving in three days, so we’ll have to take long days. You can take it easy though.” She was very careful with her car. She never let anyone else drive it, but she was flexible just about everything else. You could eat food in the car, you could put your feet up, etc.

“I guess I’ll take a nap,” Garra said with a sigh. He didn’t mind long car rides, but the fact that he was sitting in a diaper, nearly filled to the brim with his fluids, was making it slightly less enjoyable. He tilted the seat back and popped in his earbuds from his pocket. Luckily, he remembered to pull them out of his old pair of pants before changing into the pair Ember lent him. Carefully, he folded his wings so they were against his back and settled down. Tapping at his phone for a bit, he set it on his lap and closed his eyes.

An hour later he was out cold, listening to what sounded like ASMR. Ember turned down her music, so as not to disturb him. Just as she did, the low fuel light came on. Luckily, within ten miles there was an exit with a few gas stations. Make it a quick one., it was still a while until they would make it to their first stop for the trip, Oklahoma City.

She was able to pull into the gas station and stop the car without waking him, the sudden lack of motion from being in the car can wake you up. Quietly, she opened her door, got out, and shut it. She pulled out her wallet and inserted her card into the slot. After fiddling with the buttons, she pulled out the nozzle and locked the pump in place. She watched him the entire time as it pumped, he was still sleeping.

“I could probably get a drink or something,” She thought aloud to herself. She took one last look as the pump released the safety lock, telling her that her car was full. She placed the nozzle back in the holder and decided to head inside real quick.

She was hit with a blast of cold air as she opened the doors to the gas station. The fluorescent lights seemed brighter than the stations in Tennessee. She did live in a rural area, so no surprise that it was in better repair. The white tile floors did have tracks from various types of paws and feet. She could tell that this station served all sizes of creatures. Rabbits, mice, even dragons like herself. She quickly found what she was after, the sweet tea. It won’t be what she’s used to, but they weren’t in the South anymore. She also reached in the cooler next to her for an Orange Spark Mountain Spew for Garra when he woke up.

Looking at the other shelves in that cooler, she also reached for some energy drinks, there was a lot of driving left. There were a lot of Beast brand energy drinks in that cooler and she had no complaints. They had her favorite flavor too, Mega Peach. Grabbing a few of those, she strode over to the counter.

An orange kobold was waiting there, browsing his phone. He was in his mid-twenties, clearly working a dead-end job to make ends meet, but he still maintained a positive attitude about it. He set his phone out of sight and started ringing her up. “How are ya?” he asked with a customer service tone of voice.

“Fine, how’s ‘bout you?” She worked in the service industry for years before she landed her current career as a tutor, so she always treated service employees kindly.

“Fine, I suppose.” Placing everything in a bag, he slid the full bag over to her. In doing so, he looked up and got a good look at the customer in front of him. His eyes grew wide. “That comes to…” What a sexy dragon! Holy cow, she’s tall! Ember’s forehead was hitting the top of the counter, almost knocking over the advertisements for chew.

Ember loved it when she made boys flustered like this. She pressed her arms together and bent over so she could look at him in the eyes. Her tight crop top did her so many favors performing this task. “How much sug?” She laid her southern accent on heavy to see if it would woo him more.

“Uuuum.” It did. “$22.57,” he managed to spit out. Not only was he enamored with her, he was absolutely lost. Thank goodness for the counter, because he had the largest boner that he had ever had in his life.

She reached into her wallet and pulled out her card. He was so flustered he nearly forgot to activate the card reader from the register. He simply couldn’t pull his eyes away from her breasts. “It’s set for ya” he squeaked.

“Thank you, Sug.” She pressed her card on the reader, paying instantly. His mouth kept opening and closing as the printer spewed out a receipt. He handed it to her, mouth still moving on its own, but no sound came out. Ember grabbed one of the pens from the pen holder by the register and flipped her receipt over. Writing something on it, she ripped the bottom section off that held the ad for rewards. She slid it over to him and said seductively, “Don’t be shy.” She was always looking for subs and toys, this little kobold had potential.

She turned and left with a sweet smile on her face. He watched her walk out the doors then looked at the slip of receipt. “Oh my god.” She left her name and number and a note, ‘Call me.’ He sat down in the chair behind the counter and tried to take in what just happened

She climbed back in the car. She reached into the bag and pulled out the sweat tea. Just as she was going to open it, she smelled something. She sniffed the air, searching for the source of the smell. It smelled like a wet diaper. Her car had smelled like it since Garra’s first wet, but it was stronger now. She looked at Garra. She looked at his pants. His phone had slid off his lap and onto the floor, his pants looked tighter, and there were small wet spots in the pits of his groin, staining her jeans. Those weren’t there before.

She set her bottle of tea in the cupholder and tossed the bag in the backseat. “You naughty boy.” She leaned closer to him to inspect. “You wet your diaper again while I was inside flirting with that cute little clerk.” It looked like the diaper had leaked where it folded underneath his dick, leaking out the sides. “You don’t even know you did it either. Well, guess what?” She pulled out the remote from her breasts. “You’re getting even girlier now.”

She knew exactly what she would do next. Turning the dial up, she thought about what part of him he would feminize next. It was hard to tell because he was lying flat and, in a diaper, but she could begin to see the changes. His butt began to lift off the seat, filling up the jeans she had lent him. The sides began to expand as well, he was filling out nicely, and he didn’t even know yet. She kept moving the dial, click after click, and his ass kept inflating, becoming more shapely, squishy, and feminine.

She watched as his jeans, her jeans really, had reached capacity and wouldn’t safely stretch anymore. His ass was easily four inches thicker now, and plenty wide, a dump truck. Looking at Garra now, the only thing that would keep anyone from thinking he was a girl was his face and lack of tits. But that could be easily remedied later.

She put the remote away. “That’s it for now. I don’t want to rip my jeans. I already have to wash them.” Grabbing her phone from the cupholder, she took a picture of the wet spot that he had made in her jeans, in case he denied wetting during his sleep. She put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and the car roared to life. Shifting it into drive, she got back on the road, there were still four hours to go.

* * *

The sun was going down and the road was not nearly as full as it was before. Her spoofy playlist seemed to know just the right mood music too, the sunset was beautiful, and what better music than chill vaporwave? Garra was still sleeping and Ember had had her fill of driving. Luckily this was the exit to Oklahoma City. There would be a hotel with vacancy, food, and a night’s rest. She reached over to Garra with her right hand and jostled him awake. “Hey.” She shook him more. “Hey.”

Garra gurgled. “Noooo.”

“We’re about to stop for the night.” She was focusing on getting on the exit ramp. “And we’ll get food too.”

Garra shot up when hearing that. “Noms?” He quickly put his earbuds in their charging case and tilted the seat back up. “I want noms.”

She reached into the back and rustled through the bag from the gas station. She handed him the Mountain Spew, “Well, let’s find a hotel first.” The signs read Best Sextern, Homewood Inn and Sluts, and Holigay Inn Express. They both looked at each other when they read the sign. “What’s with this town?” Ember asked. “They’re all sex related.”

“I’ve never been here; how should I know?” He twisted the cap open and took a big drink, downing nearly almost half of it.

“Well, I’m tired of driving, we’ll risk it.” She turned right and was able to see all the hotels. Down the road, within about a mile of each other. She looked at him. He looked at her.

“Well?” Garra asked.

“Well, what?” Ember replied.

“Choose a hotel.”

“No, you.”

Garra was no stranger to love hotels and the like, but he had never seen hotels that were so on the nose with their names. The awkwardness in the car was palpable, you could run your hands through it. He didn’t know which was worse! He was able to turn into various forms and genders with his remote, so he truly didn’t care who he was with, but going to a sex hotel with his best friend?

“Uhh… Holigay Inn!” He shouted. He didn’t know if that was the right choice, but better off a gay hotel than one that catered to lovers or sluts apparently. She drove down the road and pulled into Holigay Inn and Suites. It looked like a regular hotel, with white walls, a green roof, a fake chimney for aesthetic, nothing out of the ordinary. Not a lot of cars were in the lot, surprisingly, perhaps Friday night was not their busy day.

They both sat in the car for a bit, waiting for someone to leave first. Ember was tired, so she got out of the car first. She stood outside of her car. “You coming or what?”

“Do I have to?” he asked meekly.

“If I have to go into a gay hotel, you’re coming with me.” She stood there, arms crossed, waiting. Garra let out a deep sigh, then unbuckled his seatbelt. He opened the door and got out, but had trouble doing so. He stumbled and nearly fell back in the car. He still hadn’t noticed that his ass had ballooned to a sexy, feminine size. Figuring it was just being immobile for a while, he tried again and stood up successfully.

Ember couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing.” She couldn’t help it. Knowing that, under that diaper, was a thick ass, prime for spanking, was too much.

They both began their death march inside. Garra adjusted his pants, feeling the tightness of them. Something was off. He didn’t get to walk around in them though, maybe he’s just not used to them. They are Ember’s pants. But they feel tighter than when he put them on, he’ll have to check it out if they got a room. He made sure the top of his diaper was tucked in and didn’t need people thinking her needed diapers at his age.  

“I’ll be right with you.” An effeminate voice said as the sliding doors opened in front of them.

The hotel’s exterior may have looked normal, but the interior was a dead giveaway that this was no ordinary hotel. Unlike usual hotels, solid color walls, with chic wall decorations and upholstery, there was leopard print. Lots of leopard print. The floor was red, with plush carpet, contrasting the tacky wall pattern. The furniture was all cushy and white. The couches in the gathering area were white. The continental breakfast area had white tables and chairs, with pictures on the wall of several feminine-looking men. The front desk was also white.

Behind the front desk stood a panther. This panther had long, flowing, golden hair. They both walked up to the counter and waited. The panther turned around and the two reeled back in surprise. The front desk was indeed a panther and had blond hair, a gaudy-looking sequin tube top, and a sequin skirt. The skirt left nothing to the imagination, the inseam was so short it might as well have not been worn at all.

Garra turned away but Ember looked closer. This was no woman. This was a man in drag and a very poor attempt at it. Sure, he had the hair down, and the voice, but his dick was nearly on display. His dick was covered with what could only be called a thong if you were being generous. It was more like a banana hammock, sequin of course, and its contents flopped around. His breasts, assuming they were fake, were comically large for his stature and didn’t move at all. His name tag read ‘Shandy.’ Ember couldn’t help but look, she was all about lewd and sexy stuff, but Garra kept looking away.

“Ah, you like what you see?” The man asked Ember, moving his shoulders up and down seductively. “Well, honey, I have a strict ‘no touching’ policy,” he said in a teasing manner. “Now, what can I,” he said putting his hands on his ballooned chest, “do for you?” He pointed to them both.

“We’re looking for a room, hot stuff,” Ember said to him. “What’s available?” She knew how to work with service employees, especially those in the sex industry. This one would be close enough.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” the panther said in reply to Ember’s shameless flirting. “Well, just for the two of you, I have the lover’s suite.” He began typing at the keyboard. “For you, sweetie,” he pointed to Ember, “I’ll even give you a discount.” He brought up the booking page in the system. “King-size bed, toy closet, and bathroom. That’s gonna be $98 a night, with the discount, and there’s a fee for any pets, smoking, etc. Does any of this apply to you?”

Ember replied with all the charm she could muster, “Smoking? Please, this beauty shouldn’t be sullied with cigarettes.”

“Girl, preach it.” He typed a bit more and continued. “I’m gonna need a few things from you. ID, a credit card for authorization, and your license plate.” He printed a form from a printer below the desk and placed it in front of her. She got to work filling it out. Garra peeked through his fingers, he lowered his hands. “Hello, cutie.” The panther said. “It’s nice to have customers from the spectrum for once.”

Garra didn’t know what to say to this comment. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two. She doesn’t hide her package very well at all, and you are just a cute little thing. How long have you been on E sweetie?” He pointed to Ember’s bulge, which was showing through her diaper and her jeans.

Garra was so confused. This panther thought he was trans? Was it because of all the changes Ember had made to his body? He looked down at himself. He did look more feminine than he did before they left, but what the heck was he talking about?

“Oh honey, please,” Ember said to the Panther, “If you want me, all you have to do is ask. No need to make a scene.”

The panther scoffed, “Goodness, spicy one, aren’t you?” Ember handed over the sheet and the panther got to making key cards for them. “Now don’t lose these, there will be a fee if you do.” He placed them in a small envelope and wrote their room number in the designated space, and paused for a second to write something else. “You’re on the top floor, room 309.” He slid the envelope across the desk to Ember. “You have a wonderful stay, Ms. Ember.” He leaned toward Ember. “My number is in there if you need anything at all. Anything.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Naughty, naughty boy.” She booped his nose and began walking away, purposely strutting as she did so. She felt the gaze of the panther on her. She grabbed Garra by the hand, “Come on sweetie, I’m tired.” Playing along with his assumption, she dragged him to the elevator.

Garra just looked at her as he let her drag him away.

In the elevator, Garra was very confused. “What just happened?”

“He thought you were so cute that you were a trans girl, duh.” She pressed the button for the third floor.

“But what is E? I don’t even know what that is.”

“Don’t worry about it, you can become a girl without it.” She pulled out the remote out of her cleavage just enough that it peeked out. “But right now, you’re at my mercy.” She poked it back in. The doors opened. Ember strode out and towards 309, the sign on the opposite wall, in front of the elevator, told her it was to the right. Garra stood there, just as confused, and overwhelmed by all the information he just learned. The doors began to close and he rushed out the door, just barely nipping the edges of his wings.

He caught the door just as it was closing, Ember had both keys. She was already face first on the bed, wings spread out, spanning most of the room. It was a king-size bed, but a king size for large creatures, so it would have been like a super-duper king for any regular-sized person. It could fit them both easily. Worst case scenario, Ember could just shrink Garra down to teddy bear size and snuggle him. The room itself was far better than the lobby. The red carpeted floor and the walls were also red, the same as the carpet. The lamp was a chic design a college student would design and forget about a year later because it was for a bogus class that they hated. The lighting was suited for a sexy mood more than anything. Garra noticed that there was a dial on the wall and she had already dialed it to about three-quarters.

The bedside table held the usual items for a hotel. A display card with local restaurants, times for continental breakfast, TV channels, Wi-Fi passwords, and other information that is usually disregarded. The first thing on his mind was food. He checked the card and saw there was a pizza place a walking distance from here, Spanky’s Pizza and Wings. The pictures looked so good. The cheese pulls on the pepperoni pizza were sizable, the photoshopped steam coming from it looked convincing, and the garlic knots were calling him.

“Hey, feel like pizza?”

“Rea zure,” Ember said, her face still pressed into the bed.

“If I cover it, can you get it? I’ve been in a soggy diaper all day and I’m sure I need a shower. I’m shocked it hasn’t leaked.”

Ember’s ears perked at this statement. He still didn’t know that his ass was inflated. She pulled herself up from the bed. “Sounds fine to me. You order it and I’ll go get it.”

“It’s walking distance, so that’s not too bad.” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number. “The usual for you?” The phone rang.

“You know it.” She was standing up now, stretching her arms. The day wasn’t over yet.

“Hello, Spankies.” The voice on the other line sounded overly cheerful for nine-thirty at night.

“I’d like to place an order for pick-up please.”

“Ok, what can we whip up for ya?”

“Can we get two large pizzas, one with pepperoni and steak, the other with spinach, feta, onion, and alfredo sauce?”

“Fancy pants over here, sure thing. Anything else?”

He didn’t know what to think of that comment. Whatever. “Those garlic knots look amazing too, an order of those.”

“They’re my favorite. They’re a Spankies specialty. Those come with sauce as well, that ok?”

“Sounds fine to me. That’ll be all.”

“Ok, your total comes to,” the voice paused for a bit, humming a tune, “$41.50. Cash or card?”

He gave his card numbers to the guy on the phone.

“Cool beans. Give us, let’s see, twenty-five minutes.”

“Sounds good, thank you.”

“Big thankies from Spankies.” The line turned to dial tone.

He looked at his phone from a safe distance with a confused expression.

Ember noticed his expression. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He tossed the phone onto the bed. “Twenty-five minutes. I’m gonna go hop in the shower. If I’m still in there when you get back, don’t wait for me.” He started walking towards the bathroom.

“All right, I’m just gonna chill for a bit.” She sat down on the bed. Garra walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She looked at his phone on the bed. He didn’t listen to music in the shower like she did, he preferred the noise of the water. Her face shifted into a nefarious grin; she had an evil plan.

Garra stepped into the bathroom, it looked like a bathroom at a Beefalo Mild Wings, grey tiles with white highlights. Two big mirrors sat over a white sink. The toilet was surprisingly clean, he expected it to have some stains on it from other people’s cum that they didn’t bother to clean. “This place doesn’t know what it wants to be.” He started stripping off his clothes. His shirt came off and was chucked onto the sink. His pants came off with some effort, but they fell to the floor with a thud, and they too were chucked to the sink. All that was left was his diaper.

He was so preoccupied with getting undressed and out of his diaper that he didn’t notice the door open slightly. His phone peeked into the room. Ember was holding it from the outside of the door. She planned to record his reaction when he noticed his ass was larger than before.

He stood there and looked at his diaper. He had always wondered what the appeal was with wearing them as an adult. After today he certainly thought it was convenient to wear one, but he still didn’t fully understand. He poked and prodded at the wet diaper, his finger leaving indents in the soaked material.

He looked at the shower, he looked at his diaper. A thought came to him. What would happen if he took it in the shower with him? Would it burst like Ember said it could? Curiosity got the better of him. He stepped into the shower. It was a newer model of shower, only half of the shower was covered with a glossy piece of glass, leaving the other half wide open. Unbeknownst to him, this was perfect for his voyeur, because this left her with a clear view of his body in the shower.

He turned on the water, nice and hot, the way he liked it. It felt so nice after being in a car for twelve hours. He felt it run through his fur, down his body, and more importantly, onto and into his diaper. The hook and loop coating that was on top of the diaper made it only partially water resistant.

After a minute or so, it started to get soaked through. It may have already been thoroughly soaked with his pee, but there was still more it could take. It swelled up, bigger and bigger by the second. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it just kept going. “Whoa.” What if he filled it up this much? It began to sag on his body. When it was only a few inches down his newly thickened thighs before, it was almost halfway down now and still going. Around his waist it didn’t get larger, all the water was pooling at the bottom.

He stepped out of the water for a bit. He felt where all the water was pooling in the diaper. The sogginess and squishiness were unlike any other time he felt it. It was almost like playing with a thick water balloon. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
 
He went back under the water, daring himself to see how far he could take it. He watched it sag even further. Lower down his thighs, lower, now to his knees!

RIIIIIIIIP
GLORP
SPLAT

All in a split second the diaper split right down the middle, the layer that held the polymers that absorbed any liquids and went inside ripped, and it made an audible splat sound in the tile floor of the shower.

Ember had to hold back her laughter. She knew it would happen because she did it herself too early in her ABDL days.

He looked at the mess he just made. Little crystals were flowing down the open drain of the shower. He hoped he wasn’t gonna cause problems for the hotel later. He picked up what he could, scooping the crystals and putting them in the trash can under the sink, taking care not to slip.

Too late though, his feet went up in the air and his ass hit the ground. “OW!” He was prepared for pain, but there wasn’t nearly as much as he thought. He sat there for a minute, breathing, calming down. Did he break something, and that was why it didn’t hurt as much? He stood up and did what anyone would do after a fall, rub their butt. What he discovered was not what he expected. He felt softer, larger, squishy. “What the hell?”

He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t get a good look at himself before, due to being clothed, but now he could see everything. He could see what ember did to his thighs, his hips. His arms, shoulders, and hands. And, news to him, she altered his butt at some point in time. From the waist down he looked like one of those plus-sized supermodels. Not huge, but thicc. His upper body looked feminine; his frame was thinner than before.

He kept rubbing his butt, squeezing his new cheeks. He couldn’t resist, he spanked himself and watched the ripples on his cheeks. “Ok, this is hot.” He couldn’t help but think about it. What else was Ember gonna do to him? Was he gonna be a femboy? Could he even call himself ‘him’ by the end of this road trip?
His dick was hard as a rock. Was he getting off on himself? He touched his dick, harder than he ever felt it. He moved back into the shower, carefully this time. He stroked his dick, it felt so good after being contained in a diaper for so long. The musk coming from his fur was strong too. He didn’t hate it at all. He imagined what else Ember was gonna do to him. Was she gonna give him tits? Big ones? Maybe as big as hers? He’d like that at this rate.

He stroked faster and began panting. He never felt like this before. He had used the remote to disguise himself as so many people for his old job in hell, but he was never turned on by the idea of it. He’s been a woman several times, but it was strictly business, no fun stuff. He imagined himself with huge knockers and maybe some long hair. He imagined Ember’s long dick inside of him, his new ass shaking and bouncing to the rhythm of her pounding his asshole. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to cum.

He pulled down on his cock, pulling back the skin, and let loose. He was a cannon. He shot cum everywhere. The glass, the walls of the shower, some even splashed up and got on his face. He hadn’t felt an orgasm like that in years. His knees nearly buckled. He stood there, leaning against the wall, his dick not as hard but still just as long.

Ember took the phone and ended the video. She had to go get the pizza.

Twenty minutes later, Garra exited the bathroom. His fur was all clean and blow-dried. He realized that he didn’t have any clean clothes, they left their bags in the car and Ember had the keys. ”Eh, it’s not like she hadn’t seen him nude before.”

He sat on the bed by his phone. Ember had put it back right where he had tossed it. He swiped and saw he had a notification from Ember.

FlamingMommy
Aren’t you cute?

There was a video attached. It looked like the hotel bathroom, and was that him standing there? His face flushed as he taped the video. It went only downhill from there. His face got redder and redder as he watched himself strip, fill his diaper in the shower, and jerk off to thoughts of himself and all the things he wanted Ember to do to him. His erection didn’t lie, he was horny again. Right after he jerked off and sprayed his seed everywhere too.

“I didn’t know you were so horny for diapers.” Garra didn’t notice her walking in. Her left hand held three boxes of food carried like a waiter in fancy restaurants. Her other hand held their bags, all three of them. He was so engrossed in watching himself he didn’t even hear the loud *kerchunk* of the door!

“No, I’m not.” He tossed his phone behind him and crossed his arms. “I’m just pent up is all.”

She set the pizza boxes on the bench by the TV. “Oh yeah?” She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her diaper was as pristine as this morning; white as the baby powder she used on them both, but a bit squished together due to being packed into jeans all day. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her hips out. “Your member there tells me otherwise.”

He looked down, he was still hard, if not harder, seeing her in a diaper. “Yeah, well, you didn’t even use yours. What was all that this morning about being a firehose or whatever? You must not like them at all.” He was grasping at straws; he didn’t want to admit that his taste for ABDL and diapers grew in just one day.

“That’s because I was holding it in.” She strode towards him, stopping in front of him, a bulge forming in her diaper.

He didn’t know where this was going, but he had suspicions. “Why?”

“So I can do this.” She pushed him over by the shoulders. He fell flat on his back, dick still at full mast. She walked around to the side of the bed and started crawling onto the bed. He didn’t know what was happening. She wasn’t going to try and shove his dick through her diaper, right? As much as he had dreamed of having sex with her, who wouldn’t, that would make it very hard.

She stretched her leg over his head and placed it by his head, her other leg on the other. She was now on her knees, above his head, diaper blocking his view. “Just be still.” She lowered herself onto his face, diaper pressed against his muzzle. “Good boy.” She said this in her dominant tone that she reserved only for their sexy RPs over voice chat. She rubbed her diaper over his face, taking care that his muzzle and nose got plenty of exposure.

‘What’s happening? Why is she domming me?’ That’s all he could think of as she asserted her authority over him. Her diaper, still fresh, was so soft. The baby powder smell was overpowering, but there was a hint of her sweat; like smoke.

“I saved this just for you.” She stopped moving and sat there on his face. Suddenly the smell of urine hit the air. Ember’s ass tensed as the damn broke. The diaper began to fill, rapidly. Garra couldn’t see anything but could smell the growing smell of urine.

“You are not-“

Ember leaned forward and grabbed his erect penis. “Hush up, slut.” She began to stroke his dick while she wet her diaper. It swelled quickly and was yellowed within seconds. She could feel it start to sag around his face. She kept stroking and listened to his moans.

This is not how he imagined his first real sexual encounter with her would go. He always imagined it would be a sensual experience, her naked on a bed, eagerly awaiting his dick in her pussy. She would moan while he plowed her like a railgun. But no, this was it. He was getting face sat with a wet diaper, while she was stroking his throbbing dick, in a gay hotel.

He wasn’t complaining though. He was exposed to the smell of wet diapers all day and he was now used to it, in fact came to like it. The fact that he had one right on his face? That was even better. The smell was so strong that we couldn’t help but take deep sniffs of it. Her diaper was getting so full now that it was starting to cover his nose. The euphoria from smelling it directly was more than he had expected. It was still expanding, soon it would engulf his muzzle too.

She began to stroke faster. “Good boy,” she cooed, “Now cum for mommy.” She had trained him to cum with this phrase. She was a genius when it came to conditioning her subs.

“I’m cumming mommy!” He couldn’t help it; she had said his control phrase. His penis exploded like a volcano of semen, coating Ember’s face, his groin, and the sheets around him. Unlike in the shower, this load was smaller but just as violent.

She leaned upward and continued to sit on his face. “Good boy. Who’s mommy’s little slut?”

“I am.” He had no choice but to admit it now, he loved diapers. He regretted not giving in to his curiosity or letting her do this to him sooner. He wanted more.

Ember removed her diaper from his face and stood up on the floor. “What do you think?”

He didn’t know what to say first. What was she asking? What did he think about what? The facesitting? Diapers in general? Her?

“I want more!” He blurted, getting off his back and onto all fours. “Pad me up again!”

She pat his head, scratching the back of his ears. “That’s what I thought you’d say.” She waddled over to the diaper bag; her diaper was quite full now. “Get in position, puppy.” Pulling out two boosters she turned to face him.

He did as he was told. He didn’t know what it was, whether it was magic or what, but he was all in with diapers now. He sat on his back and waited for his fresh diaper.

Ember wiggled out of her very wet, very warm, and very heavy diaper. She carefully lowered it to the ground and placed it on the carpet, making sure it wasn’t leaking. Her dick was now free and stood on end, aroused. Peeling the tapes on two of the three boosters, she placed them in the already wet diaper. Satisfied, she walked over to Garra and picked him up. He was heavier than before thanks to her modifications.

Why was she picking him up? He was waiting for his fresh diaper like a good boy. She placed his feet in her used diaper, his feet in the holes. “Stay there for a sec, puppy.” She bent over and pulled the used diaper up over his very thick thighs and waist. It took some adjusting of the loops, but she managed it. “Here’s your diaper, puppy.”

He stood there in amazement. This was Ember’s diaper. Ember’s pee. Ember’s warmth. He squished the front with his hands, watching his hands sink in, leaving hand prints. “You don’t get a new one until you burst it.”

“What?!” There were two boosters in it. Those held almost as much as the diaper itself, little did he know. He may be in that for a while. “But my pants won’t fit over this.”

“Guess you’re wearing skirts. I packed some for you.”

She had planned this from the start! What if he didn’t let her take the remote? Would she have stolen it and transformed his body beforehand? Would it have been more subtle? He had no choice now; besides, he was so turned on by the idea of wearing Ember’s used diapers. “Yes, mommy.” He accepted his fate.

“Now let’s eat and get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” She took off her top and they demolished their food. That night, they cuddled in bed, Garra as the little spoon. He didn’t tell her, but he was erect the entire night in the diaper.




What will happen the next day of the trip? How many other ways will Ember change Garra’s body? Will he succumb to his thoughts and beg to become a femboy? Maybe a woman?
Find out in Part 2
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