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The Fox in the Garden

By Zrathie

"I'm not going to argue with you. Toilet use is a privilege and you're just not at that security level yet." said the lion. His voice was barely concealing his annoyance.

The wolf shot the lion a glare. There wasn't much else he could do from his current position. He was strapped in a canvas straitjacket with shackles around his ankles connected to a leather strap. He was securely bound but had enough freedom to walk around. He was sitting on a bed in a small room.

The lion was quite strong and muscular. He had introduced himself as Tom in the morning. The wolf watched as the lion left the room. The door closed and there was an audible scrape as it was locked. The door was solid wood with reinforced hinges. He wasn't going to get it open by himself.

Frank let out a huff. He had tried to negotiate with them but they weren't having it. The worst part of his confinement was the thick heavy adult diaper that had been taped around his waist. These diapers were overkill he thought. They were thick numbers that could hold a massive volume of fluid. He hadn't tested that theory yet. It was as dry as when it was first put on. The diaper had a glossy plastic backing that would make the most embarrassing of noises when he moved about. He had even been supplied with a booster pad that was fitted down the inside of the of the diaper's crotch.

Thankfully he had been allowed to use the toilet this morning. He had been fed a breakfast of tasty bacon and eggs. Then Tom and an otter guard had forced him into a diaper. There wasn't much he could do except yell profanities at them as he was wearing a straightjacket at the time. After some time he had calmed down and decided the best course of action was the try and reason with his captors.

This change, of course, was brought about by a familiar twinge in his bladder. If he was going to get out of his diaper before he had to use it he now had a ticking clock. If he had known he was going to be diapered he would have turned down that tall glass of orange juice he had had with breakfast let alone the total two he ended up drinking.

There wasn't anything the wolf could do but wait. He was bored after a while but there was only so many times he could walk a lap of the room or look outside his barred window. The twinge in his bladder had grown into a full feeling of needing to pee. It was manageable at the moment but it was concerning how rapidly his bladder was filling. He could normally hold his urine for eight hours at a time on some days. It was still morning judging by the position of the sun outside and he was beginning to wonder how long he could last.

Unbeknownst to Frank, his captors had been carefully planning his first wetting. They had spiked his orange juice this morning with a powerful diuretic. A brown otter looked up at a display showing an overhead view of Frank's room. The otter's dull green eyes scanned the monitor. He was watching Frank looking for the tell-tale signs that he needed the restroom. Frank looked fine for now.

He shifted his gaze to a different screen. In this room, there was a slender fox who was getting a harsher treatment that Frank. The fox was strapped spread eagle on the bed secured by nine different straps. Two for each leg, two for each arm and one across his torso. His hand paws were balled up inside bondage mittens. He had the same diaper on as Frank but was in much greater trouble. The reluctant fox had been given the full treatment this morning. A huge dose of electrolyte fluids forced fed into a feeding gag.

He wasn't wearing the gag now. He was biting down on his lower lip and squirming in his bonds. The otter licked his chops as he watched. It wouldn't be long now. The lithe fox did have a surprisingly high bladder capacity but it was at breaking point. The camera could pick up fine detail. The otter had zoomed it into the fox's diapered crotch to watch the final act. He could pinpoint the exact moment when the fox lost control.

As he watched the fox's crotch began to quiver. The crotch of his diaper started to change colour from his massive accident. The otter palmed his erection in his slacks. He loved his job. The poor fox was in for a hard time. He just refused to voluntarily wet himself so now they had brought out the big guns. A program of maximum fluid intake and forced diaper use. The fox was going to be fed more fluids at lunch and even more at dinner keeping him fully hydrated. With his high fluid diet by the end of the day, he would be wetting himself quite frequently.

The otter grabbed a pen a jotted down the time when the fox had first wet himself. He was tasked to track how often the fox would wet to make sure that the time he spent holding his bladder was decreasing. Some patients took longer to adjust to their circumstances than others. He wondered if Frank would need such intervention. Part of him wanted to see the wolf fight just so he could have a show like with his fox friend.

Back in Frank's room a while later the wolf was beginning to realize he would soon be forced to use his diaper whether he wanted to or not. His full bladder was sending out urgent waves of desperation. He was now laying on his bed with his legs tightly crossed. He was gently biting his lower lip as another wave passed over him.

Suddenly a speaker built into the ceiling came to life. Frank's room was filled with a gentle sound of rain falling in a forest. Frank tried not to listen but the sound of the gentle water droplets was driving him over the edge. To his horror, a powerful jet of urine exploded from his sheath. He couldn't stop himself as his aching bladder drained itself.

His diaper hissed and a new tinkling noise was heard not from the speaker but his own padding. He was pissing himself powerfully. The diaper's padding began to swell and shift as the high volume flow was soaked up into the absorbent material. About a minute later Frank's bladder was finally empty. Frank felt absolute relief as bad as it was to wet himself the relief from the overpowering feeling in his bladder made up for it.

The rainforest soundtrack continued as if taunting his lack of control. The next degrading step was his diaper change. Tom was responsible for that. The lion led the wolf to a shower room. Frank was stripped and restrained to shackles built into the wall. Tom removed his wet diaper and threw it in a bin.

There was a detachable shower head that the lion pulled towards Frank and turned on. The water felt lovely. He washed Frank's upper half with the jet and squeezed out some soap. By now Frank needed to pee again but he had an idea. Frank waited until the heavy stream of water was flowing over his sheath and balls and let loose. He covertly urinated while the water from the shower covered up his actions.

It helped that Tom was being thorough with his sheath cleaning. If Tom had noticed he didn't mention anything. The powerful water jet was quite pleasant and Frank was thankful when Tom moved on before he got excited. After the shower, the wolf was dried with a hot air blower. When he was dry he was placed in a fresh straightjacket.

A new diaper was applied and Frank was led to a small dining room. Tom fed Frank a salad and tried to make him drink a glass of water. Frank flat out refused to drink but the lion didn't press the issue. He led Frank back to his room and placed him on the bed. Thankfully the rainforest sounds had been switched off. He was left alone again but this time he felt he had better control of his bodily functions.

Lunch was easy but dinner was a different story. Frank knew something was up when two large bear guards turned up with a wheelchair. The wheelchair had restraints, thick strapping to keep whoever was inside secured. The wolf was manhandled and bound into the wheelchair. He could still kick out with his legs because his leg restraints hadn't been replaced since his shower. He decided not to test the bear guards. His straitjacket was secured to the chair. Then abruptly a thick gag was forced into Franks muzzle. He was rendered quite mute.

He was wheeled into another part of the asylum. After going down some corridors he was eventually wheeled into a treatment room. He wasn't alone there was a lithe fox strapped into a wheelchair too. The fox didn't have a straightjacket on but was bound in the straps of the wheelchair nonetheless. Unlike him, the fox's hand paws were locked inside thick mittens and his legs were bound to the foot paw rests at the ankles. He had a gag strapped into his mouth. Looking lower and the fox was heavily diapered but otherwise nude.

Frank looked around the treatment room and noticed that two large bags were hooked to an IV pole next to the fox. One had a tan coloured fluid inside and the other a clear fluid. He looked up to his right and noticed the same two bags on his side. The two bear guards split off and one took a tube connected to the IV bag next to the fox. He plugged it into a connector built into the fox's gag. The other guard was doing the same on Frank's side. The tube was pushed home and snapped in place on both Frank's gag and the fox's gag opposite him.

They were going to force feed them! There was nothing either of them could do but watch as both guards opened their respective value on the IV bags. After a short delay fluid dripped into Frank's muzzle. It began to fill his mouth. He tried to block the leak with his tongue but the inside of the gag had many small holes that were all leaking the fluid. He had no choice but to swallow.

The first bag must be dinner because it had a chicken soup flavour. It had hardly any texture but at least it had a pleasant taste. The first half of the feeding took around five minutes. Frank drank his dinner surprisingly easily he must have been thirsty after all. The two guards changed to the clear bag next. This fluid tasted like water as it hit the wolf's throat.

The bear guards watched on as both Frank and the fox drank down the hefty quantity of fluid they were made to drink. Frank could see the fox's throat convulse as he swallowed down more and more of the fluid. Frank looked up to see how much was left in the last bag. By now he was regretting his lunchtime refusal and by the end of this bag, he felt incredibly bloated. He was thankful that he was finished. With the feeding over, both guards left the room.

The pair were left to recover from the massive feeding. Some time passed and Frank could feel his stomach adjust to the fluid. They must be punishing him for not drinking at lunchtime. There was no way he was going to see through the night without needing the restroom. He had to be careful who knows what they would do to him next. The fox dude must be going through the same punishment as him.

Frank looked up at the fox. The fox had begun to chew on his gag. The fox's cheeks flexed and bulged around the gag's strapping. His breath huffed out sharply from his nose and his pointed ears were pressing flat atop his head. Frank looked up at the fox's IV bags. They were empty so he wasn't choking. He looked back down at the fox who now had begun to wriggle his lower torso in short jerky motions. He would bring up his legs sharply together just to be stopped by the straps securing them wide apart in the wheelchair.

Suddenly there was a hissing noise. The fox let out a defeated groan and slurped his head forward. Frank looked down to see a small wet spot growing at the crotch of the fox's diaper. Over the next several minutes the fox's diaper expanded as it soaked up the contents of his bladder. Frank felt sorry for the poor guy he obviously didn't want to let loose in front of another.

One of the bear guards had returned. He unplugged the IV piping from Frank's gag and wheeled him out of the room. Frank was steered down a long corridor and to an elevator. The guard selected the ground floor and together they went down. The door opened and Frank was wheeled towards a glass door that led outside. The auto door slid open to the right as they approached.

Outside was a large walled garden with a path made of pebbles cemented into concrete. The guard pushed Frank out of the building into the garden. Frank looked around they were large trees and garden beds with flowers and shrubbery. The building was on one side and three tall walls defined the boundaries of the garden. The path winded along with offshoots to alcoves that were surrounded by tall hedges. He was being pushed along the path by the burly bear guard. The path eventually looped back through the garden in a roundabout way.

The small pebbles embedded in the cement of the path were making the wheelchair vibrate. With no suspension, Frank could feel every bump as he was being pushed along. It didn't take long for the pleasant vibrations to get to him. At first, he tried to ignore the gentle vibrations but his tapered cock tip slid out and began rubbing against the inside of his diaper.

As he was being wheeled along he spotted the other bear guard and the fox from before. The fox was still strapped in his wheelchair and was being pushed out behind Frank. He eventually lost track of the fox and his guard as they moved up behind them. He would catch glimpses of them as they went around gentle corners.

The texture of his dry diaper was rubbing his tapered canine cock tip. The snug padding was pressing against his sheath from all directions so there wasn't any escape from the friction. The gentle vibrations continued as he was pushed along. He was getting worked up. He wondered how the fox was feeling. Was it just him feeling these sensations? Slowly more and more of his length began to come out. He trying to think about unpleasant things but that only slowed down his arousal, not stop it.

By the second lap, Frank was sporting a massive boner. There was nothing he could do to make himself go flaccid. He looked up at the bear guard who just wore a grim expression. If the bear knew Frank was hard he wasn't letting on. His cock just felt so good being rubbed by the soft texture of the inside of his diaper. The last thing he wanted was to be caught with a hard-on wearing one.

By the third lap, the inside of Frank's diaper had a slick patch inside. It was made by the pre-cum he had leaked. It was driving him wild as his erection rubbed back and forth again and again. Frank desperately kept quite fighting the urge to moan into his gag. More than anything he wanted to masturbate and attend to the heat in his loins. His canine knot was out now adding to the no doubt huge bulge his diaper must now be sporting.

The bear guard made a turn and let him down a dead end that ended in a small cul-de-sac. Tall hedges surrounded him with the only opening being the path they had come down. The bear parked the wheelchair and locked the brake. Frank felt so exposed but if the bear noticed his erection he didn't comment on it. Not that the bear had talked at all. Frank was soon joined by the fox and his guard. He was wheeled in front of Frank facing him. He was so close that the wheelchair's foot paw rests touched each other.

The fox's wheelchair brakes were locked by his guard. Both bear guards left walking down the path they had come from. After some moments Frank looked up at the fox. He was panting lightly into his gag. He scanned the fox's crotch. His wet diaper had a large bulge outlining his erection. The fox must be just as turned on as him. He looked up and noticed the fox had been checking him out as well.

The fox moaned into his gag as if to say "You too." but it was just muffled sounds.

Frank open and closed his legs to try to adjust his erection to a more comfortable position. The fox couldn't do the same because his ankles had been locked to the wheelchair keeping his legs wide apart. He brushed his foot paw over the fox's foot paw by accident. The fox had soft russet fur. Frank looked up at the fox to make a kind of apology but gasped into his gag when the fox wiggled his toes on his foot paw.

The fox must have enjoyed the touch. Experimentally, Frank rubbed his foot paw over the fox's bound one. The fox rubbed the top of his foot paw into the main pad of Frank's. The pair kept up their game of foot paw rubs becoming more comfortable with each other. They were both still horny and Frank was feeling frisky. As more time passed Frank moved his foot paw higher. At first, it was to the fox's restrained ankles. He couldn't undo the buckle on his restraints but he did give him a comforting rub.

He checked the expression on the fox's muzzle. The fox was making contented muffs into his gag. Frank was emboldened by this so he moved his foot paws upwards. First to the fox's calf and then to his knee. He looked up at the fox again he was staring at him with pleading eyes. Seeing he had the wolf's attention he nodded his head vigorously. He thrust his hips as much as his restraints allowed to emphasize what he was asking.

Frank looked down at the crotch of the fox's diaper. The fox's erection had faded but he knew that the fox still wanted relief. Who knew how long he had been trussed up like this? This poor guy could have been bound for hours or days. Frank could help him out. It would be good to make a friend here and who knows if Frank was stuck in need of release this fox would help him in return.

Frank moved his foot paw down the inside of the fox's leg until it made contact with the plastic backing of the fox's diaper. The plastic backing was cool on his paw pads but thankfully not wet. The poor fox couldn't help that so Frank didn't hold it against him. He pushed his foot pawing into the padding. It made a crinkling noise as he searched out for the fox's balls and sheath.

Frank had never given anyone a foot paw job before let alone to someone in a diaper so he acted gingerly at first. He only made soft rubs but his foot paw was going its job. He could feel that the fox was beginning to firm up again. It didn't take long after that to get a rhythm going. Pressing his large foot paw into the fox's crotch over and over again. Soon the fox was panting into his gag.

The wolf's other foot paw was rubbing the fox's bound ones each in turn. The fox was as aroused as he had first been. Frank targeted the taut log of flesh he could feel under the padding. The crinkling was not bothering him as much now. He had a job to do help this fox get off. He kept up his pace and was rewarded with muffled moans for his partner.

He could tell that the fox was getting close his breath was coming out in shaky pants and he could feel his erection twitch under the padding. Frank picked up the pace and pressed harder into the diaper. Suddenly the fox screamed into his gag and Frank could feel a pulse under his foot paw. The fox's eyes rolled back in rapture as he blew his load into his diaper. Frank could feel it with his paw pads as each pulse thundered out. He was proud he had helped the fox.

Frank was hot again but the fox couldn't help him. The fox was more restrained than him and Frank couldn't release his bonds. After some time Frank cooled down. The fox let out happy sounding murphs and huffs in the only showing of thanks he could manage. It didn't take long for one of the bear guards to return. He released the breaks on the fox's wheelchair and wheeled him away. He waited for what felt about five minutes until he saw his guard come back.

Frank was steered back towards the building. He was thankful to only be on the stimulating path for a short time. The vibrations didn't have enough time to get him back into a state again. He was wheeled back to his room without incident.

Frank was strapped to his bed and the strapping connecting his legs loosely together we applied and in turn fastened to his bed. He was glad he was flaccid again as the bear guard checked his bonds. The guard switched off the light and left the room locking the door behind him. That teasing ride and the fox in the garden were still on Frank's mind. He hadn't masturbated since being captured. He would usually masturbate in the morning and sometimes at night. The fox seemed quite pent up it must have been awhile since he had relief.

He huffed into his gag. He had to get out of this diaper first. He wasn't at the point where he was that desperate to get off. His bladder sent a twinge up his spine. They could get stuffed if he was going to wet himself before going to bed. He was going to try to get some shut-eye. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

Frank awoke and tossed and turned in his bed. He was feeling quite uncomfortable wrapped up in his straitjacket. His foot paws were cuffed together was adding to his discomfit. He was still growing accustomed to using his diaper. He had long since become toilet trained and was in no need of such a garment. He looked around the darkened room.

The far wall was painted in a blue soft light interrupted by lines of the shadow cast by the bars crossing the window. He was alone and should be trying to make an escape but what he really wanted to do was take a leak. His full bladder had roused him from his slumber. The dinner feeding of vast quantities of fluid was now beginning to catch up with him.

Frank squirmed in his restraints as yet another wave of urgency rolled up his spine. With the amount of water they had forced into him, he knew he wouldn't last the night. He let out an angry murp from his gagged muzzle. He was going to have to let go. He let his bladder flow. The urgent stream rocketed out from his sheath into his diaper. It was still a strange feeling to wet himself. The urine began to pool around his crotch before getting soaked up into the thirsty padding.

Within a minute his urgent stream subsided. It wasn't too bad wetting his diaper. He had been changed regularly and they didn't let him develop rashes or anything yet. It was just so degrading to have to revert to such an infantile state. He was a grown adult of 25 years of age, not some pup. The diaper soaked up his urine quite easily doing what it was designed to do.

With his bladder urges taken care of his tiredness was let free. The wolf quickly fell back asleep. When he awoke again his room or his cell was bathed in a pinkish golden light from the early morning. He noticed that his bladder was full yet again. He could hold his bladder for longer but he decided to not to make life harder on himself. His bladder emptied itself at a gentle pace not seen since he was forced to use diapers. He felt a warmth flow down between his legs. A new warmth was making itself known and it wasn't just his morning piss.

Despite himself, Frank could feel the tip of his canine penis begin to peek out of his sheath. He chose to ignore his growing arousal. After some more time, he felt even more of his length come out. his sensitive flesh brushed against the inside of his wet diaper. It was a dreaded morning wood. It was the last thing he needed.

He continued to ignore his annoying arousal but the snug damp padding kept his sexual urges close to his mind. Frank was getting pretty worked up by now. He felt his heart rate increase despite just laying on the bed. His arousal was getting harder to ignore. He panted into his gag. His balls felt hot and the heat throbbed up to his penis. He tried to focus on slowing his breathing but all he could do was listen to his powerful pulse thundering in his ears.

After about five minutes of this, he began to wonder if he should try to masturbate or not. All that stimulation yesterday was putting his resolve not to have a wank in his diaper in peril. Sure his legs were shackled together and in turn shackled to the bed but he could still roll over onto his belly. He had tried that before so he knew he had that much freedom of movement. If he could roll onto his belly he could thrust his hips into the mattress. That could be enough to get himself off.

His eventual release would go inside the diaper so he wouldn't have an embarrassing mess to account for. The main problem was that the thick padding of his diaper could make masturbation much more difficult. He should at least give it a try. His boner was being quite stubborn this morning. He didn't want to get a hardon when he was being washed when his diaper was changed.

Frank rolled himself on his side and then onto his belly. It took some effort being straitjacketed but soon he was on his belly. He tested the mattress with some experimental thrusts. He ground his crotch into the mattress. It felt good to grind his crotch into the bed despite the loud crinkling of his diaper. His penis was trapped in the thick padding. He had to find a good angle to get some friction.

He humped the bed working himself up slowly by rocking his hips. He didn't normally masturbate this way so finding his groove was taking longer than usual. He wasn't going to get off just through just friction alone. The heavy padding of both the mattress and diaper was dampening his trusts. He was panting heavily as he humped the bed his tail wagging behind him. His heart rate was increasing for his efforts. Frank released if he was going to get himself to climax he had to use his mind and fantasize.

He humped the bed grinding his manhood into the soft padding of both his diaper and the mattress. In his mind, he began to fantasize. It was Tom the muscular lion guard. It was strange where his lust-addled mind was going but he just went with it. He dreamt about being nude in the shower room tied to the wall where Tom was thoroughly cleaning his sheath. The powerful water jet was spraying heavily on Frank's sheath and balls and this time Tom wasn't moving on.

The room was filled with crinkles as he kept thrusting as the memory fueled his desires. In his mind, he was beginning to grow hard as Tom sprayed the water jet over his sensitive loins. Moving up and down, again and again, he would move the stimulating water jet. He kept thrusting is diaper into the mattress over and over again. Pre-cum was leaking into the padding but he needing to keep going.

Frank just needed a little more time. Tom had the shower head on a high-pressure jet blasting the wolf's erection. He kept rocking the jet of water back and forth over his knotted cock. Tom had an intense expression on his muzzle. He knew exactly what he was doing. Frank was getting close now both in his fantasy and reality. All he needed was some more thrusts.

This was it. Frank moaned loudly into his gag as his cock erupted into his diaper. His thick release adding to the damp padding. It was such a relief, a moment of pleasure in his current situation. The wolf just flopped onto his belly and recovered from his session. It took several minutes to fully get back to reality. It had been a good reprieve from his diapered situation.