Ollie always made a show of protesting whenever his swim coach brought out his pullups, but he never actually seemed to resist when the snow leopard insisted. The coach just grinned as he unfolded the diaper, holding it in front of the hybrid to step into.
“Yeah, you say that,” Coach Seraph retorted, “And yet I have a feeling that you’ll be needing a new one real soon, won’t you?”
Ollie crossed his arms and huffed. Truth be told, the hybrid hadn’t actually had a daytime accident in over a month. Yet, whenever it came time for swim practice, he always seemed to find himself changing out of a wet diaper, as though the teen were intentionally using it whenever he knew his coach was going to see it. In fact, Coach Seraph knew all about the teen’s needs, and he made it a point to make sure that he was always safe from the tendency for the other high schoolers to make fun of their peers. It didn’t help that even as a Junior in high school, Ollie looked significantly younger than he actually was – standing next to Seraph, he looked like he could have been his twelve-year-old son, not his sixteen-year-old student. Now, every day after they had a nice late swim practice, Ollie’s coach would not only help him shower to wash the waterproofing oil out of his fur, but also help him into a clean pullup.
“I’ll be fine,” Ollie muttered with a deep red blush as he stepped into the leg holes of the diaper, letting his coach pull it up to his hips where the elastic sides clung to the teen, “Do… you also have the….”
“Of course!” the coach chirped as he took out Ollie’s pacifier. He popped it into the teen’s mouth and smirked, resting his paws on the hips of the pullup, “Gotta say, you look adorable like that… maybe I’ll just take you around on some errands dressed just like that!”
With a muffled meep, Ollie squirmed a little at the idea. He knew he looked like a cub, but if any of his classmates saw him being taken around dressed like this it would be the end of him. As his coach stroked his paws down his sides though, the hybrid felt at ease. He closed his eyes and let himself lean into his coach’s affectionate touch, only to realize that the front of his pullup was already starting to feel a bit… warmer.
“Hmmmm, what was that about being fine without?” his coach nudged the boy, leaning in and adjusting the waistband so the pullup wouldn’t sag, “Guess I’ll have to bring you on home for a change after all.”
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