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By Zrathie

Vance rushed inside the small bathroom. He turned the lock to occupied and set about taking off his white cotton overalls. They were part of his uniform as a patent at Tulip Gardens. He looked in the mirror and saw is crisp white fur only contrasted with his onyx nose and lips as well as his golden-yellow eyes. His expression curried worry. His overalls had a front zipper he tugged it down. He pulled the zipper halfway down when he had to stop and clenched his legs together.

They had been taking more and more of his control away. Even his bathroom access was restricted. Being in the bathroom was adding to his now desperate urge to pee. He rode out the desperation wave before zipping the zipper the rest of the way down. Vance took his hand paws wrenched the garment down, stepping out of it. He walked closer to the toilet. It was a disabled toilet one he wouldn't have much time to make use of. Vance looked down at the white fur of his chest and abdomen and settled on his crotch.

He had been taped inside a thick adult diaper. It was still dry, but he had been forced to use one earlier in the day. The nurses here had kept his fluids up. He had been duped into drinking far more water he would generally have. The diapering came as a shock and the urge to piss came on much stronger than he had ever felt. They had denied him the use of the toilet, and the pressure on his bladder just grew and grew. Vance suspected he had been drugged due to how fast his need to pee came on. It was a setup where he had been locked in his room. He vividly remembered the feeling of the damp padding expanding to accommodate his accident.

He wasn't keen to go through the demeaning process again if he could help it. It had taken him some time to analyse the patterns of the nurses on their patrols. He had a window where he could cheat the system. He could use the toilet if he hurried. He carefully removed the tape, freeing the diaper from his body. He would have to use the tapes again, so he didn't just claw through them. If he could rediaper himself, he wouldn't raise suspicion.

The disposable undergarment fell to the ground. A shaky hand paw reached for the sheath and aimed it towards the toilet bowl. A short sharp jet of Arctic wolf piss shot out of his cock like a cork from a champagne bottle. This lasted just a moment before he clamped himself shut the first wave of urine had struck the back of the toilet seat cover and sprayed in multiple directions. He readjusted his aim not used to the urgency and shear strength of his stream.

His besieged bladder let loose again this time he was on target. The small room was filled with the twinkle of urine hitting water. Vance couldn't help it let out a moan. It felt so good to let go after holding it for much longer than he would normally. Vance was used to holding his urine in, having worked in a retail job. Often he was stuck at the cash registers with minimal toilet breaks. This stay at the institution was something else.

His stream continued to arc into the bowl. The pressure was being let off easing his rocketing jet into a torrential flow pouring out of his lupine sheath. It didn't take much longer for the stream to taper off. Vance shook his sheath, letting any loose drips of his golden nectar down into the bowl.

Vance felt it was prudent to at least try for a number two given that they had him in diapers. They didn't seem like they were going to come off anytime soon. He stepped out of the disposable underwear and sat down on the throne after flipping the toilet seat down. Vance tried to force himself to defecate. To his dismay, his body wasn't producing. The last time he had opened his bowels was this morning and in a toilet, a privilege that Vance never thought would be taken away.

With a frustrated grunt, the Arctic wolf stood. He didn't have time to preemptively void himself. He would be missed soon, and if they caught him out of the diaper, he could be restrained like the other patients he had seen. Vance had no doubt he couldn't remove his diaper if he were placed in a straightjacket or strapped down to his bed. He would have to continue the illusion of compliance.

Vance reluctantly picked up the medical-style adult diaper pulling it around his waist. He re-secured the tapes and checked himself in the mirror. The Arctic wolf doubted his skills at putting on a diaper. He looked fine as far as he could tell. He quickly put on his overalls again. The Arctic wolf returned to the toilet to flush it and then wash his hands in the washbasin and dry them with some paper towels. Now was the dangerous part sneaking out again and back into the dayroom.

The Arctic wolf crouched down by the door, unlocked it and opened it just a little. He peered out into the empty hallway. Making sure that the coast was clear. Once he was satisfied, he gulped and exited the bathroom. He briskly walked down the hall and entered the open the door to the dayroom and took a seat in one of the chairs. He must have been just in time because his tormentor an African wild dog, a male nurse walked through the doors to check on him and the other patients in the room.

The creature looked him up and down and repeated the process with the gagged and bound horse and straitjacketed drake. The rust coloured drake was gagged and strapped in a wheelchair. He had a perfect view of when Vance left the room. Vance felt the creature wasn't interested in snitching on a fellow patient. At least that's what he hoped. The horse was bound to the chair that faced away from the entrance. He was bound in such a way it would be hard for him to turn his neck. Vance hoped that he had gotten away with his act of disobedience.

His tormentor left the room, and as the minutes past, Vance began to breathe a sigh of relief. The Arctic wolf looked out the window and noticed that the oranges and reds of sunset could be seen. Soon it would be dinnertime for the second night of his two-week commitment. Time passed slowly in the dayroom until a pair of bear orderlies, the muscle of the place, turned up. One politely directed Vance towards the canteen. They didn't shove or touch him; instead, they just mentioned that it was time for dinner before they turned their attention to the more restrained patients.

The Arctic wolf didn't want to stick around to argue, so he walked down the corridors he knew led to the cafeteria. Dinner went smoothly. He was served a plate of stew and green beans. It was quite good for institutional food, Vance was surprised that it tasted so good. He drank a glass of water, keeping it at only one. Some of the other patients didn't get such choices and were fed bags of mush and force-fed high quantities of fluid. One particular patient was a red kobold who was strapped to a chair and dressed in a straightjacket. He was being force-fed a large bag of clear fluid. Vance couldn't help but watch as a large yellow stain appeared on the crotch of the kobold's diaper.

Vance shuddered as he remembered doing that himself. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to piss until the morning. When he did, he might just need to submit. Going dry for too long would alert the staff to his disobedience. He would have to save a sneaky toilet break for when it counted. Jacob, his African wild dog tormenter entered the cafeteria flanked by two on the bear orderlies. The canine directed Vance to stand. Vance was growing more and more nervous as they walked down the corridors.

While Vance was having dinner, the drake from the day room was having his too. Rory the drake was alone in the day room the bear orderlies had taken the other bound patients away. A white and green husky appeared in the doorway. He was quite muscular and had black paw pads with white claws. His nurses' scrubs hid his soft fur, but Rory knew what was under his boyfriend's clothes. Florian was his boyfriend and also the husky nurse that taking care of the drake exclusively.

"It's time to feed you your dinner and tuck you in bed, my dear," Florian said.

Rory was glad his nurse had returned because he was hungry. The husky wheeled him out of the dayroom. As the wheelchair rolled, the drake was reminded of his filling bladder. He kept his cool because he didn't want his nurse to know of his need to pee and force even more water down his throat. He still had his feeding gag in so the husky could make him drink another drink quite easily.

They arrived not at the canteen but Rory's padded cell, where they went inside. Florian had prepared dinner if you could call it that. It was gluggy mush that was packed into a large syringe attached to a tube.

"Time for din-din," said the husky with a smile appearing across his muzzle.

Florian attached the tube to his patient's gag and slowly pumped it's contents into Rory's muzzle. The husky depressed the syringe, pushing the mush into his patient's muzzle. The so-called food was really bulk fibre mixed with fruit juice to give it some flavour. The husky was grinning at the thought Rory's bowels would be packed with matter tomorrow morning. It was all part of his plan. He was going to pack his patients with bulk tonight so that tomorrow he would have a good show.

Soon the slippery bulk was inside of his patient. Florian disconnected his apparatus and placed it on the floor next to Rory.

"Good! Now it's time for bed." said the husky.

Florian unfastened Rory from his wheelchair and guided him to his feet.

"Good night, darling." the husky said. He left the room, taking the wheelchair and his supplies with him.

It wasn't until Jacob and Vance had reached his private bedroom when Vance's anxiety reached its peak. There was something on his bed. The object was folded on the bed was a strange white quilted garment with a quilted texture that reminded Vance of a mattress protector. The Arctic wolf soon found that it was indeed a garment and intended for him to wear.

It was kind of like a sleeper, and in fact, it was a sleeper. It was a one-piece garment it had legs and arms, integrated mittens attached to the arm sleeves. This garment had a back zipper that stopped just above the hole for his tail. Jacob's hand paw came down on Vance's shoulder to stop him before he had a chance to slip into the sleeper.

"We got a check your diaper first, hon," said Jacob.

Vance wasn't in the mood for a fight, especially considering the two orderlies had taken up positions on either side of the only exit to the room. Vance zipped open the overalls without hesitation. Jacob crouched down and took a closer look at the front of his the Arctic wolf's adult diaper is muzzle turning into a smirk. Vance could feel the heart beating in his chest. Was he on to him for being dry?

Jacob pressed his paw just about Vance's groin. The probed his bladder, possibly expecting it to be full. The arctic wolf peered down at the nurse but quickly moved his gaze upwards when Jacob withdrew his hand paw.

"I'm not surprised you're holding it. It takes some getting used to. Some just like the feeling of a full bladder. With the amount of fluid you've drunk, you must be quite desperate by now. You have a good poker face but come morning you'll have damp padding," Jacob said.

Vance felt relieved his ruse was working. He had got away with his bathroom visit. He suppressed a smile; perhaps his commitment wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Since you're still dry we'll have to add some plastic pants to your bathroom arrangements. Just in case you wet yourself twice overnight to stop potential any leaks," said Jacob.

The Arctic wolf meekly nodded his reply as Jacob brushed the legs of the quilted sleeper across the bed. Vance hadn't noticed the glossy texture of the next clothing item underneath. It was a set of baggy shorts that were made transparent clear latex. Vance was compliant he dropped the rest of his overalls down so the pair of plastic pants could be fed up around his legs and tail hole.

At first, the plastic pants for very loose. That was until Jacob tapped a few buttons on his phone. The rubber shorts contracted, growing much smaller, stopping only when they were skin tight. They didn't tug at his fur and felt quite comfortable despite their now form-fitting shape. Vance was sure he wouldn't be able to pull them down without reversing whatever Jacob had done to the shorts. His dry adult diaper was covered. An inch of his fur above and below it was encased in transparent latex. It held his diaper closer to him, but he still had enough room to move his legs at least he did when he tried.

Vance let out a sudden yelp as one of the bears had reached down behind him and pulled the way the thin cFloriann overalls away. Apparently, he was going to wear the sleeper now. The Arctic wolf changed into the quilted sleeper. This was a much heavier but softer garment it was very comfortable against his fur. His foot paws came free out of the pant legs as he put on the pants section with ease. Jacob helped him by pulling up the sleeper to his hips and feeding Vance's lupine tail through the tail hole.

The next process was putting his arms into the sleeves. Vance could feel his hand paws enter into the soft padded mittens at the end of the sleeves. These mittens didn't have any fingers, so they muted much of his dexterity. The Arctic wolf gasped as he heard the metal zipper being swept up behind him. The zipper stopped at the back of his neck. It was in a much less convenient place than the one on his overalls had been. When it was done up the two bears left the room. They were followed by Jacob, who stopped in the doorway to give Vance another smirk.

"Good night," said Jacob as he shut the door.

Vance awkwardly got into the bed. Pulling back the covers with the mittens took an attempt or two. He climbed into the bed in about a minute later, the lights were shut off. He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling slowly, his lupine vision adjusted to the darkness. His small room had a window high up upon the wall. It cast the blue light of evening into his cell. Slowly he calmed himself and drifted off to sleep.

For the drake alone in his cell, sleep wouldn't come so quickly. Rory's bladder was getting annoying; he wouldn't last the night. Perhaps not even the next hour. Rory didn't want to seem too eager to pee in his diaper, so he was going to hold it for as long as he could. He sat down to try to get his bladder under control. Rory remembered the Arctic wolf who had snuck out of the dayroom. The wolf seemed to have gotten one over on the nurse's perhaps he had found a place to piss that wasn't padding.

Rory was sitting there for what seemed like hours trapped in his straitjacket. Try as he might sleep was out of the question. The drake couldn't sleep because of the sensation in his bladder. As time passed, Rory felt the water he had drunk during the afternoon was making its way through his system. He squirmed in his restraints, but they held fast. His urge to urinate was getting annoying but not unbearable, so Rory held onto the contents of his bladder. He wanted to show Florian he could resist despite how futile it would be to.

How could he be so dumb, he thought. His boyfriend Florian had conned him into this predicament. He said it was just for a weekend away at Tulip Gardens for a bit of kinky fun. Florian had other plans because once he had signed the papers that Florian had said were just for insurance purposes, two burly bear thugs had doubled him over and stuck a needle of tranquiliser in his butt. When he came too, he was gagged, in a straightjacket with thick medical diapers and plastic pants wrapped around his crotch.

Rory didn't want to use his diapers, so he was going to hold out for as long as he could. Now he was in a battle to keep his diaper dry. His urge to urinate had grown slowly building up over the afternoon. He could hold it for a few more minutes at least. Try as he might, he couldn't think of anything but his bladder. He thought of his toilet training and clamped down as best he could.

Rory didn't know why his boyfriend was making him wear a diaper and use it. Perhaps for domination, he didn't get what Florian got out of it. Florian had tried out bondage handcuffs on Rory before. Rory had liked them, but now he was totally helpless. The drake had joked about wearing a straitjacket because of where Florian worked. He had no idea the adult diapers were part of the package.

Finally, a long stream of urine left his genital slit as the floodgates opened. Rory moaned as he felt the relief of his full bladder drained. He moaned as the tinkle of piss left his overstuffed bladder. Rory felt his urine shoot out with force, and it pooled into the front of his diaper. The soaker pad caught his urine, and it was wicked away from his scales, leaving them almost dry. The wetness indicator lines on his diaper blurred signalling his defeat. It was evident that he had wet himself. He felt relieved that his bladder was now empty again, and he finally drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Vance had gotten asleep without much issue or at least until... Vance's eyes shot open. He was immediately aware of abdominal cramps in his lower abdomen. His bowels were irritated, and he would need to get to the restroom quickly if he wasn't going to use his diapers. He let out of shaky huff. Surely they would have locked him in the room. Still, he had to see if he was even if it was only a small sliver of hope. He slipped off the covers and walked towards the door. Vance pushed down on the door handle with his mittened paw. Vance gasped as the door opened. They had forgotten to lock the door!

A significant bowel cramp seized his insides, almost making him double over. Vance took a step out into the hallway. He was sure he was going to get caught, but he was going to at least try to race to the restroom and not defile his diapers. The lights were on in the hallway but were set dimmer than they had been during the day. He knew that there was a toilet at the end of the corridor, and conveniently it was away from the nurse's station. He trotted down the hallway on shaky paws. As he got to the door of the toilet, he had to bear down on a particularly vicious cramp.

Back in Rory's padded cell, he had awoken again, his bladder was full once more and had woken him up. He stood up on shaky legs and headed over to the door to his padded cell. He spotted a small observation window in the door. It was high up, but he could reach it if he stood on his toe pads. He looked out into the empty hallway panting through his gag. The sight of the dark empty hallway filled him with despair.

Suddenly white noise began playing through speakers in the ceiling. It sounded like a gentle rain shower. Creatures were watching him! How else did they know to play some teasing sounds? He needed to pee again and had nowhere to go, but the already used diaper. The sound of rain dripping and splashing made his bladder throb. He walked to the centre of his cell. He let loose his piss knowing that he wouldn't get out of his bonds any time soon.

He settled down. It wasn't that bad pissing himself. Florian would surely change him next morning. His diaper was thoroughly soaked, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He laid back down and drifted off and now relaxing to the sounds of rain fell back to sleep.

Out in the hallway in another part of the asylum, the Arctic wolf Vance was having better luck with doors. Vance pressed open the toilet door handle, and the door opened. He rushed inside the toilet and closed the door behind him. He batted at the zipper of his sleeper, but his paws were quite useless. Vance put the tip of one of the mittens in his mouth. He yanked his arm down the sleeve after he bit down on the tip of the mitt. The wolf could feel his first arm snake out of the sleeve before exiting inside the chest of the quilted sleeper. He drove his arm upward towards his neck, aiming for the back of the sleeper.

His paw pads brushed against does zipper pull and tagged it down. It was a slow process at first, but when he had a good length of the zipper opened, he used his free arm to push down the zipper opening it from the inside. He freed his other arm from the garment when his first elbow was free, then his tail. He hopped over towards the toilet freeing himself from the rest of the sleeper. As he stood in front of the toilet bowl, he had to tightly clamp his ass shut. The mass inside was pushing at his pucker trying to break free.

He would have to hurry, he had only moments left. Vance clawed at the plastic pants covering the outside of his diaper. He would have to break out of them, and there was no way of doing this without letting them know he had tampered with them. The goal was to avoid messing himself stealth was out of the window. Right there Vance dug his claws into the transparent latex. Instead of ripping or even scratching his claws merely dimpled into the padding of his diaper. His abdomen rumbled as it sent another powerful wave of cramps down his lower abdomen.

These were plastic pants, he should be able to just cut through them with his claws, but the material was proving to be something entirely different, something designed to defeat any tampering. Vance was growing frantic now swiping at his rubber covered crotch paying no heed that if he did cut-through, he might hurt himself. The room was filled with loud squeaks as his claws and paw pads swept across the glossy transparent material. Vance's taint began to quiver. He stared down at the spotlessly clean porcelain toilet bowl, so close yet so far.

Tears welled up in his eyes as Vance realised he was about to fill his diaper right next to a toilet. His anal spencer began to spasm. Vance abandoned his clawing to hold his bowels. He pressed his ass closed with all his might, but it couldn't hold back the flow. Vance took a seat on the toilet as he began to unload his irritated bowels into the soft seat of the diaper.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine he was using the toilet and ignore the sensation of the slurry rushing into the seat of the diaper. The mess was spreading out as his uncontrolled evacuation continued. The whole event didn't last long, but he had made a massive mess. He could feel his filth sliding around in a semi-solid slate state. It made him feel sick. It took several moments to keep himself from throwing up. Worst was to come.

The toilet door opened and in trotted Jacob. Vance was broken he couldn't look the other canine in the eye. He couldn't hide the state of his diapers as he stood up and turned away from the African wild dog. He could feel his mess dripping downwards as it slid around his rear end. His tormenter stood in silence before slowly crossing the small room and placing a hand paw on one of Vance's shoulders.

"Let's get you changed darling," said Jacob in a soft voice.

Holding back tears, the defeated arctic wolf walked behind Jacob. The mess in the seat of his diaper made it sag even tightly wrapped in the latex shorts. His tail pushed lower until it was pressed over his diapered rear. The two sets of canine foot claws were all that could be heard in the hallway.

It didn't take long for Vance and Jacob to arrive at the shower room. Jacob tapped a button on his phone, Vance winced as he felt the plastic pants loosen. The African Wild dog tugged the plastic pants down, and Vance stepped out of him. Jacob took Vance by his hand paws and positioned him under one of the showerheads. He lifted his hand, paws over his head and placed them into a set of neoprene cuffs. The upper cuffs were attached to chains that were hooked to the ceiling. His legs were next. They were attached to a set of ankle cuffs that were connected to the ground. His bonds made him spread eagle with his arms and legs spread open.

With a practised efficiency Jacob removed Vance's soiled diaper and disposed of it in a medical waste bin. Vance breathed through his nose to avoid the smell. The African Wild dog turned on two shower heads the one above Vance and a moveable one that was on a stand connected to the wall with a long hose. The temperate warmed up, and Jacob took the movable shower head off its station.

Vance was relieved when the steady stream of water hit his rear. He could feel the refreshing water blasting away around his tail hole. Jacob made sure to target Vance's pucker blasting away all the filth and leaving Vance cleaner than he had been moments before. The arctic wolf rolled his head into the shower flow above as Jacob began washing his back with his showerhead. When Vance was soaking wet all over, Jacob placed the showerhead back on the holder and got some shower gel from a shelf across the room.

Vance relaxed into the duel streams of water as Jacob returned with two pawfulls of shower gel. Jacob began lathering up his charge. Starting at the head and working his way down. He paid attention to Vance's rump and crotch and went lower down his legs and tail. Jacob took the other showerhead and began to rinse the arctic wolf. It didn't take long for the soap to be washed away.

Jacob moved the shower head over Vance's white-furred sheath and balls. The water ran over the arctic wolf's nethers. The close attention began to heat Vance up. The tip of his lupine cock slipped into the stream of teasing water. Vance didn't want to get excited in front of his captor but the warm flow of water coaxed more of his length into the open. Jacob returned the showerhead to the rack and shut off both of the showers. Vance was mortified that his lipstick was out of the tube.

"Pleasurable?" asked Jacob.

Vance knew exactly what Jacob meant by the question. He turned away from the other male's gaze. It took the arctic wolf by surprise when he felt Jacob's touch. Three of Jacob's fingers had clasped around the sensitive flesh of Vance's exposed penis. They swirled left and then right. Rotating around Vance's knob as if opening a door. Vance shuddered, but he couldn't get away from the other male's touch.

"I'm going to have to punish you for sneaking out of your room. A straightjacket should work nicely. You won't have a chance to attend to this for some time," said Jacob.

Jacob continued his touches and strokes. Vance firmed up becoming erect save for his lupine knot. His knot stretched his sheath that swelled out betraying the shape of his bulbous glands. Vance's tapered cock was out in the open subject to Jacobs teasing hand paw. Jacob gently stroked and rubbed almost as if he was showing reverence to the arctic wolf's meat.

"So wolfie do you want a hand before I dry you off?" purred Jacob.

"No, I can take care of myself," said Vance.

Jacob stopping his teasing. Instead of looking disappointed, the African wild dog looked mischievous.

"Don't be so sure," Jacob said.

The African wild dog returned to the portable shower head he turned on the water. Vance trashed in his bonds as a frigid cold shower was targeted at his erection. He tried to twist away from the freezing shower, but the other canine held the shower head over his target. The cold shower made short work of Vance's erection. As soon as he was flaccid, Jacob's torment stopped. He shut off the water and returned the showerhead to the stand.

Jacob crossed the room and retrieved an item from a cabinet. It was soon revealed to be a stainless steel cock cage. A loop of metal was quickly wrapped around Vance's fuzzy balls. A metallic snap echoed in the room. Vance looked down and saw his sheath was surrounded but a sturdy metal cage. It had a round piece near his sheath opening and bars surrounded his sheath, keeping a firm hold on his maleness. The loop of metal under his balls kept the cage in place.

Jacob set about drying Vance. He made sure Vance was thoroughly dry before leading him through the corridors nude except the cock cage. The Arctic wolf was relieved to be diapered again just to avoid the humiliation of being naked. He was lucky; it was early in the morning, so they didn't encounter another creature. Jacob was true to his word and placed Vance in a straightjacket. It only took a few minutes for Vance to be strapped inside one. Vance was exhausted by the time he was escorted back to his room. He didn't put up any resistance as he was tucked into bed.

Later that morning, Rory awoke to the feeling of a gentle paw stroking his muzzle. He opened his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend's green husky eyes. He breathed slowly he was oddly comforted by his presence.

"Good morning, my love. Let me change you out of your wet diaper and get you some breakfast," he said.

Florian guided Rory to a wheelchair and strapped him back in. The husky wheeled him through the asylum. Rory was glad he was going to be changed; his wet padding was cold and damp, and he wanted to be rid of it. Down some more corridors, they reached a room with a restraint bed. The husky transferred the drake to the bed, strapping him into place. He strapped his legs wide apart. His rust-coloured scales and ivory coloured talons were positioned up in the air. Florian would have free access to his wet diaper.

"Someone's very wet," commented Florian.

Rory just looked away, not even trying to answer the husky. Florian removed the soaked diapers and washed the drake's crotch and bottom with warm soapy water. He thoroughly dried him with a large towel. T placed a new diaper that was just as thick to contain Rory's next accident. He also added a fresh pair of transparent plastic pants over the top of Rory's diaper. They were not as flash as the locking ones, but Florian would keep his boy safely restrained, so that didn't matter. Rory was relieved to be in a clean diaper but didn't want to admit it.

"Now that's much better," said Florian.

In the same room, the husky had prepared a special breakfast for his patient. A large bowl of fruit muesli with a hefty dose of a powerful laxative. He was going to have some fun with him this morning. He undid his feeding gag and removed it from Rory's muzzle and set it aside. He was going to try to feed his drake this without the feeding gag.

"I made a nice bowl of muesli for you. I want you to let me feed you; otherwise, I will feed you two bags of mush through the feeding gag," said the husky.

Florian adjusted Rory's position so that his patient was sitting upright. The bed hummed and vibrated as it changed position. Rory flexed his jaw now the gag was free from his muzzle.

"Florian, please let me out of these diapers. You know I like bondage games, but these are a bit much," the drake pleaded.

"Rory, bondage is not fun if you don't want to escape," replied the husky.

Florian scooped up spoonful Rory's breakfast and brought the spoon to Rory's muzzle. The drake opened his maw not wanting the feeder gag to go back on. The husky feed spoonful after spoonful of the laxative laced muesli to the drake. Florian licked his lips as the obedient drake chewed and swallowed the food without complaint. The muesli tasted better than the bulk fibre he had for dinner, so Rory just enjoyed eating a proper meal. Soon only the scraping sound of the spoon in the now-empty bowl could be heard.

"Rory you have been a good drake this morning. I am glad to see that you are using your diapers. Such a good patient. Now I just want to ask when was the last time you opened your bowels, my dear?" asked the husky.

The drake didn't like where this line of questions was heading, but he had to answer because Florian was looking expectantly at him.

"Yesterday morning," he answered.

"Hmm. How do your bowels feel this morning?" the husky asked.

The drake hesitated, he did feel the need to void himself. All that fibre had packed him right up. Still, he didn't want to admit that to Florian. Would he ask him to mess himself in his diaper?

"They're fine," he said finally.

Florian smirked as he said, "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Rory played it cool as he said, "I don't need to go."

Florian turned around and grabbed the bottle of laxative he had laced the muesli with. The drake poured out a spoonful of the oily stuff into a spoon.

"Are you sure? I could give you a nice dose of laxative to change your mind?" said the husky with a huge grin appearing on his muzzle.

Rory's eyes widened in horror. "Please, don't do this to me, Florian," he pleaded.

Oh alright. Messing your diaper is a bit much. If you can hold your bowels until lunchtime I'll let you use a real toilet," said Florian as he dropped the spoon into the empty bowl.

The drake said "I won't be using my diaper for that. Thanks, Florian."

Florian patted the top of his lovers head and said "My love, I will take you back to your cell. I will be back at lunchtime to let you out from your bonds."

Florian smiled to himself. His drake will be in for a surprise. If he thinks he can hold his bowels until then, he will be quite mistaken. The husky released Rory from the bed and guided his lover back to his wheelchair and strapped him in.

"Such a good drake. Darling, I will check on you later and see how you're going." said the husky as he wheeled his lover back to his cell.

Before leading him inside his padded cell. Florian leaned down and planted a kiss between his horns at the top of Rory's head.

"Alright, I have some things to do so I will leave you to it. If you do need to void yourself go right ahead, I won't be offended, and it's bad to hold onto your waste," said the husky with a smirk.

The door closed, and Rory was locked within his padded cell. His thick diaper made him waddle slightly as he paced around his cell. He hugged himself tightly because of his straitjacket. His plastic pants and diapers were locked on by the crotch strap of the straitjacket. He could walk around, but that was about it. His broad tail swished back and forth behind him.

As the morning wore on, Rory was getting more concerned by the feeling in his abdomen. He had last had a bowel movement yesterday morning, and he was feeling the familiar sensation that needed attention. The drake didn't like the thought of using his diapers for their intended purpose, so Rory focused on pacing the room. His bowels were entirely backed up maybe if he had told Florian the truth he would've let him use the toilet. Rory tried to stay calm; he had plenty of time; he could just hold onto his bowel movement for a while. Florian hadn't given him that nasty laxative, so he could surely hold it.

More time passed. Rory's stomach felt terribly bloated, and he tried to keep his mind off his bowels and the feeling of fullness in his abdomen. Unbeknownst to Rory, the laxative was doing its job of stimulating his bowels. He knew that his diapers could contain his mess if he had to defecate in them. It was the idea that was repulsive to him. Wetting himself had turned out not to be too unpleasant. His scales had been dry after his first wetting only the second one had made it uncomfortable. He had no intention of finding out what it was like to have a bowel movement load up his diapers and rubber pants that was just too much. I just have to hold it for a few more hours.

It was an hour or so later Rory he felt the pressure grow in his bowels they now really needed attention. The sensation had increased to an uncomfortable level. If he wasn't restrained, diapered and in rubber-pants, he would have opened his bowels by now. Rory knew that the cramps were getting worse. Did that mean that Florian had slipped him the laxative in his breakfast? He felt a wave of pains in his abdomen. Rory wondered how long he could hold his bowels.

The drake kept pushing the reality of his situation out of his mind. He was hours away from being released from his bonds, and even if he could undo his straitjacket, he would have nowhere to go but the floor of his cell. He focused on resisting the urge to expel.

Rory's resistance didn't seem to work; it just focussed his attention on the building pressure in his colon. The laxative was irritating his bowels, making them want to expel. Rory continued to fight the full effect of the laxative. His abdomen had started gurgling and churning with ever-increasing contractions. A sheen of sweat appeared over his forehead as he struggled to remain continent. The drake went over to the observation window in the door of his cell. He stood on his toe pads and looked out into the empty hallway.

"Florian. I need to go! Please let me out!" he yelled, hoping someone would hear him.

"Florian let me use the toilet. I don't want to make a mess," he continued.

There was no response from the empty hallway. An abdominal cramp sent the drake back to the centre of his cell. Rory panted as he kept hoping that the cramping would stop, but it was getting worse. The tight strapping of his torso focussed the building pressure down on his distended rectum and his straining anus. A wave of intense contractions gripped him with powerful cramps. He desperately squeezed his buttocks shut, trying to hold back. He gasped and grunted as he struggled, trying to avoid the most humiliating of accidents. The contractions continued without respite. He could hardly catch his breath as they came harder and faster.

Rory's abdomen was cramping severely as he fought to control his own bodily functions. He kept his buttocks clenched. That rascal must have tricked him. It was diabolical how the bulk fibre had packed his bowels with faecal matter. The laxative made his guts gurgle and churn, forcing the urge to expel. He didn't want to mess himself, especially with such a heavy load in his colon.

"Florian I can't hold it much longer. Please don't make me mess myself!" Rory desperately yelled.

"Please, Florian I can barely hold on. I'm going to have an accident," he pleaded.

"Alright my drake, I'll just be two minutes," came Florian's voice across the speakers in his cell.

So, he could hear him! With a new determination, Rory doubled his efforts. His anus quivered in the absorbent padding of his diapers. He was in agony; his abdomen was screaming at him that he needed to void himself. The door to his cell must have opened because he became aware of a presence in the room. It was Florian, he rushed past him and down the hallway. He stopped after a few meters to clamp down as a new wave of spasms shook his abdomen.

Rory felt a sinking feeling of realisation that he was going to succumb to his needs. The sudden rush out of the room was the tipping point. His clenched buttocks tired, and his scaled cheeks relaxed and spread defenselessly. His bottom sagged gently into the hungrily awaiting absorbent diapers and watertight rubber pants encasing his shuddering loins. Rory knew he couldn't hold out any longer.

It was just then he spotted the Arctic wolf from yesterday rounding a corner into the hallway. He was dressed much like he was except his plastic pants looked like they were printed on because of how tight they were. This recognition happened in a snap as a particularly severe cramp stabbed at him. Rory felt the first log of faeces slide out of his anus. His anus offered no resistance as a warm, soft, smooth mass erupted from his rectum. He was mortified at the loss of control. He desperately tried to stop the flow, but the damage was done.

The powerful grip of his husky grabbed him by one of the canvas straps of his straitjacket. Rory didn't move at all. All he could focus on was the disgusting sensation coming from inside his diaper. Another log of faeces pushed past his defeated rectum he felt it ball up in the rear of his diaper. He was disgusted by the feeling of it. Now his bowels surged as he stopped fighting. His bowel movement quickly filled the seat of his diapers and noticeably stretched his rubber pants over the rapidly expanding bulge. Grunting and gasping, Rory continued his bowel movement until the massive movement had literally packed his diapered seat and crotch full with the colossal fibre load. All he could do was moan with relief.

"I bet that feels good," said Florian.

Rory pressed his mouth shut, but Florian had heard the moans he had made. The degrading evidence of his helpless situation was contained in his soiled and fully displayed diapers. He could see a new creature adding to his humiliation. He was an African wild dog who must have been with the other patient.

"You put on a good display for your friend over there," whispered Florian.

Was this all part of Florian's plan? Waiting until he was at the tipping point just so he could soil himself in front of an audience? Rory could have avoided this if he had just given in alone in his cell. Rory could feel his cheeks burn as he had performed one of the most private of actions in front of his boyfriend and two strangers.