The Long Weekend (Preview)
Michael groaned softly and stirred beneath the blankets, his head splitting from what he could tell was going to be one monster of a hangover. So concerned was he with the painful ache behind his eyes he didn't immediately notice that one, should he crack his eyes open he still wouldn't be able to see thanks to a blindfold and two, the uncomfortable warmth he felt was mainly thanks to a footed sleeper he would find he had no recollection of putting on. The more powerful warmth and odd wetness concentrated around his pelvis was thanks to a rather soaked diaper.
"Ugh... what time is it," the snow fox mumbled to himself, rolling over onto his side and beginning to realize for the first time something was terribly wrong as he tried to open his eyes.
"Wh-what the hell?" he stammered indignantly to no-one particular and pawed at his eyes with thickly mittened paws, "Hey! What's going on here?"
"Now now, calm down kit," a mellow voice purred, obviously feline. An unseen paw descended on his head and began to gently ruffle his ears, causing the vulpine to jerk away from the contact, a sharp pain flashing behind his eyes at the sudden movement.
The fox felt one edge of the bed sag down as weight was put on it, the stranger having seated himself. "Who are you? What'd you do to me?" Michael yipped shrilly, his voice making his head hurt again.
"Nothing you didn't agree to after wetting all over the seat of my car," the unknown feline chuckled, causing the fox to blush brightly and begin to object. A paw pressed over his muzzle before he could manage to get anything coherent out, scents of breakfast clinging to the man's fingers. "Shush cub. We already talked about this in the car and you agreed that for the weekend you were mine."
Michael racked his brain, trying to recall what had happened the night before. Sure the fox had gone out to the bar for a few drinks. He remembered the few turning into several, then many more but couldn't place the source of his host's voice or recall any car ride though, past experiences told him a damp pair of pants certainly wasn't unheard of once he got drunk.
A paw squeezing between his thighs distracted his reverie, the warm squish that he now knew for certain was a soaked diaper brought a fresh blush to his cheeks as he caught the scent of urine. His snowy fur would certainly be a sight. "Tsk. My aren't you the wetter," the voice purred as the strange cat felt up the soaked padding between Michael's legs.
"I-I was drunk," the fox protested indignantly, pawing ineffectually through the mittens at his tormentor who simply laughed and withdrew his hand from the embarrassed vulpine's lap, "Get all this crap offa me now!"
"No deal, kit. You agreed last night that you'd play cub for me this weekend as long as I didn't charge you the cost of getting the smell of fox piss out of my seat," the cat laughed and tried once more to stroke the fox's ears, something Michael once again was having none of, "Besides, I think you'll soon have more important things to worry about."
"And just what's that supposed to mean?" Michael demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and looking rather ridiculous in his sleeper and mittens as he tried to seem serious and imposing.
"Oh nothing," his tormentor purred innocently, the fox almost able to visualize the smirk on the cat's face, "How's your stomach?"
Blinking behind his blindfold, the fox's nose scrunched up as he considered this, "My stomach? Fine I guess, I just feel kinda... full..." he gulped as the situation and the full feeling in his belly added up to a total the fox didn't like. As if on cue his stomach gave an urgent complaint, the snow fox feeling just how desperately he needed to void his bowels.
"I told you that you probably only needed one bottle but you just begged to be allowed a second before bed even after I warned you what I put in there. Said you wanted to really feel like a baby," the feline explained innocently, the bed creaking and shifting as he stood and moved away from the fox who was by now clutching desperately at his stomach.
"Th-this isn't what I want! This isn't fun," Michael whined, feeling his body fighting to empty itself into the wet diaper taped about his waist. Scrambling to the edge of the bed, he gasped as a forceful cramp hit him, the fox barely managing to keep from soiling himself as he took his feet, tail flagged up behind him, "Where's the bathroom?"
The only answer he received was the soft click of a door shutting, the strange feline having left him alone to mess himself. Trembling as he fought the desperate urge to just let go and mess himself the fox staggered toward the sound of the door, refusing to give up. Shuffling his feet awkwardly, afraid to take too large a step lest he lose control, the vulpine hustled for the door, skirting what he guessed was the dimensions of the bed.
He was in such a hurry that he could never have slowed down in time as his feet tangled in a mass of cold, wet denim, Michael yelping pitifully as he was tripped by what he knew was his own wet pants from the night before. He threw his paws out in front of himself as he fell, the momentary shock already having done the damage as a low rumble of gas escaped from beneath his tail, a blossom of heat spreading in the seat of his diaper, the fox instinctively knowing that the jarring impact with the floor would cause far worse than that first dirty little blurt.
The expected impact never came. Strong arms caught him and pulled him into a warm hug and a paw cupped the sodden seat of his diaper as the fox helplessly soiled himself, Michael whimpering as soft foxdirt squished into his soaked cubpants, his body emptying itself of the massive load it had been holding back.
Cheeks burning with humiliation, Michael buried his face in the unknown male's chest, tears welling up in his eyes as he messed his diaper helplessly, just like the cub the cat had suggested he was. The warm mass weighting the seat of his diaper was too much to bear for the stressed fox and he burst into tears, sobbing against the cruel feline.
Smiling, Aaron nuzzled his latest playmate's ears, marveling at how soft they were. "There, there," the leopard cooed reassuringly as he cupped the impressive load filling Michael's diaper, the cat unable to resist hefting it just slightly against the fox's tush, "It's okay cub..."