The Most Unusual Bachelor Party (Day 1)
Jensen and Andrea were madly in love each other, but two weeks before their wedding, there were already some complications.
Sitting up in bed, Jensen watched television while dressed in bright red, cub pajamas. The brown and white-spotted husky decided to watch Spongebob Squarepants to the chagrin of his fiance, who was trying to get some sleep. The white wolf looked at Jensen and rolled her eyes repeatedly. Then she stared at him silently. Jensen noticed the deafening silence. He slowly turned to her, only to turn away after seeing the disturbed scowl on your face.
"Oh, come on Andrea. Who doesn't like Spongebob?" the husky whined.
"People who've gone through puberty." Andrea took the remote control on the bed and turned off the television.
"Can't you lighten up a little? Geeze."
Andrea was growing increasingly furious at her soon-to-be husband, but then she physically retracted her anger by sighing heavily.
"Look," she said, pointing to Jensen, "I don't understand how we can be intimate when you're acting like an infant."
"What are you talking about? I'm not--"
"You're watching Spongebob Squarepants at one in the morning, you're wearing pajamas that look like something a cub wears, and you're wearing diapers."
The husky shifted around in bed. He could hear the crinkling noise as he turned slightly to his side to look at Andrea. Her words felt like daggers to his heart. He realized that her preferences were not completely aligned with the lifestyle he had when the two were dating. Things were different. The wedding was coming up, and Jensen was starting to detect stark, not-so-subtle differences between their preferences and personalities. Jensen tried to remain calm without sounding argumentative. He thought he collectedly could explain his situation to Andrea and that would soothe things.
"Well, to be honest with you, being like this sorta turns me on." Jensen watched. "Wearing diapers and pajamas is something I like doing, and -- hey! You know when you told me the other day that you feel like I'm not being intimate with you, this helps me become intimate, know what I mean? It's a fetish. It's foreplay."
Andrea shook her hand. "No, you're not getting it. Diapers are just, you know, kinda weird. My mind can't compute... with adults, let alone you, wearing them. It's just that -- I don't know. Why can't you be with me without the wet diaper? Do you love me enough to respect what I want?"
"Honey," said Jensen, unveiling his sad, puppy eyes. "I'll tell you what. I'll listen to your suggestions if you have them. Let me make this work for you, okay?"
Andrea rubbed her forehead and looked down at the blanket. "I have an idea. Don't you have some bachelor party thingie? That's what guys do, right? They get together, get a stripper to come out of a birthday cake. Maybe you could have some fun there and get the whole diaper thing out of your system."
Jensen gave Andrea a blank look. He completely forget to set up a bachelor party. He realized that his wife came up with a brilliant idea, but he didn't want to admit to her that he didn't have any plans.
"Oh, well, sure. I suppose that could work," said Jensen, scratching his head.
"I trust you enough. I mean, I don't think you'll do anything crazy, right?"
The husky shook his head quickly. "Of course not, honey." Jensen paused for a moment. "I need to use the bathroom for a moment. I'll be right back."
Andrea turned to her side and turned on the lamp of the endtable adjacent to their bed, assuming that he would walk to the bathroom. Jensen rose from bed, sat upwards and sighed happily before flopping back down. "Never mind," said Jensen, following a faint hissing noise.
"You're a freak," Andrea told him before laughing. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the moment. "If I find this bed wet tomorrow morning, you're taking care of the laundry." Before turning out the lights, Andrea threw a pillow at Jensen. He snorted at his fiance for throwing a pillow at him.
Jensen developed his fetish for diapers prior to dating Andrea. When he attended college, Jensen roomed with a white bunny, Andrew, who secretly wore diapers until their second year of college. One day, Jensen arrived back to his dorm early after his last class of the day was cancelled. He wandered into the dorm bathroom to find his roommate wearing nothing but a diaper, taking pictures of himself with his digital camera. Andrew quickly realized that Jensen was in the restroom, but the husky remained calm and understanding. In reality, the husky was very aroused by what he saw and began to ask the bunny several suggestive questions, which led Andrew to believe that Jensen was also into diapers.
The two males bonded very quickly after the incident. Their friendship transitioned into a sexual affair where both of them would experiment on each other in the privacy of their bedrooms. There were times when both would watch each other wet their diapers to the point of leaking. They would take advantage of the sexual arousal generated from it. However, it didn't come without strings attached. Both males swore to never tell their girlfriends or their families of their relationship. Once Jensen graduated from college, however, he fell in love with a young white wolf, named Andrea. Once his relationship with Andrea became serious, Jensen informed her of his diaper fetish, which concerned her. Ultimately, the couple reached a compromise and he would wear diapers while she was at work during the day. The problem was that he also had a job as an architect during the day. Jensen couldn't fulfill his sexual fantasies at his work -- and diapers were on an "out of sight, out of mind" basis.
Though he was surprised by her suggestion, Jensen couldn't be happier when his wife suggested having a bachelor party with his friends in diapers. He was hoping to invite his friend, Andrew, who he hasn't contacted in two years. Unfortunately, Andrew was the only friend he knew that would be interested in attending.
The morning after Andrea spoke with him about the bachelor party, Jensen called Andrew and informed him of the event. The bunny was enthusiastic to hear from Jensen, but the husky was surprised to hear that the bunny left his girlfriend from college to be with another male. After talking about old times and reliving some intimate endeavors, Andrew accepted the invitation and told the delighted husky that he would bring a few friends along. "You might want to buy some extra diapers," the bunny suggested to Jensen, who immediately ordered some online after he hung up the phone.
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Jensen booked a room at a fancy hotel on the beach the following weekend. The husky happily paid the expenses for a weekend in a room with a deluxe king bed and a sleeper sofa. On the day of the bachelor party, Jensen stayed in the room for the afternoon, getting everything organized and tidy for company. He placed a case of adult disposable diapers in the room closet. The husky resisted the temptation to open the case and slip a diaper on early. He felt it would be more appropriate to engage in that kind of activity later in the evening.
That afternoon, a sports utility vehicle pulled up to the hotel parking lot. Four men came out of the car. The driver, Andrew, dressed in a casual white, silk shirt with a small, shell necklace on top. The tall, white bunny had a muscular frame, which was apparent by the muscles shown in his legs -- partially exposed due to the khaki shorts and black sandals he was wearing. Leaving the passenger side of the vehicle was his boyfriend, Taylor, a slender, black puma who appeared shirtless with purple swimming trunks and a diaper, which was slightly peeking over his trunks. Emerging from the backseat, there was Shawn and Roger, a skunk and an otter respectively. The skunk wore a white tank-top shirt and tight jeans while the otter was dressed very formally with a business shirt and black pants. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary -- and Jensen was relieved. He expected nothing too extravagent.
The husky left the room to greet his company. He opened his arms wide and have Andrew a big hug.
"Andy, my boy!" Jensen shouted enthusiastically. "How the Hell are you man?"
"Doing good, but now that I see you, I'm feeling even better!" Andrew replied with a wide grin. "Oh, and I wanted to introduce to you the love of my life right here." The bunny wrapped his arm around the puma and moved him forward. "Taylor, this is my friend from college, Jensen. Jensen, Taylor."
Taylor extended his paw and Jensen shook it calmly. "Nice to meet you, Taylor." Jensen leaned over to Andrew's ear and whispered, "What a nice catch. He's cute."
"You eyeballin' my man, huh?" asked Andrew as he raised an eyebrow. "I thought you're getting married soon." Andrew chuckled.
"Of course. I'm getting married to Andrea. She's the world to me," said Jensen, quickly looking away from Taylor.
"Oh, don't worry about looking at me. Guys stare at me all the time," said Taylor. The cheeky puma wiggled his tail suggestively at Jensen, but the husky tried his best to keep a poker face.
"He's a tease," declared the otter. "But I refuse to be swayed by his powers of seduction. Oh, and I'm Roger, by the way. Can I get a hug from the groom?" asked the otter who opened his arms wide. Jensen thought it was awkward to give a stranger a hug, but he ultimately found nothing wrong with that. The husky gave Roger a hug, but he did not expect a playful swat on his rump.
"You're not crinkly?" Andrew asked. "I don't think I heard a crinkle."
Dodging the current topic of discussion, Jensen pointed at the skunk and gestured him to come forward. "Hey, you're Shawn, right?" asked Jensen. The skunk nodded.
"Yeah. I'm just here to hang out at the party. Hope you don't mind, do you?" the modest skunk asked Jensen.
"Who am I to turn away anyone from my party? Of course I don't mind!"
The guys discussed dinner possibilities. All of them decided unanimously to have dinner at a nearby, upscale Italian restaurant, which was walking distance from the hotel. Following dinner, the husky planned to have a small bonfire gathering at the beach and everyone would retreat to the room afterward for the rest of the night.
Jensen's crew arrived at the restaurant shortly after six in the evening. They took a table outside of the restaurant so they could -- as Jensen told the matradee -- "make the inside of the restaurant a more odor-free environment." The matradee laughed heartily before turning away from the table with a concerned expression on his face. After he ordered wine and various alcoholic beverages to the table, everyone started talking.
"So what has everyone been up to?" Jensen asked before taking a sip of wine.
"Work, fun, blowjob. Rinse and repeat," Andrew responded. "But yeah, I left Jennifer and hooked up with Taylor about a year and a half ago."
"And everything's been working out so far, I imagine?"
"Oh yeah," said Taylor, who helped himself to an appetizer. "The only thing, though, that Andy sometimes spends a lot of his first life on Second Life and we don't spend as much time with each other as we used to."
"Really? That game?" Roger chimed in. "I think they play that shit at human conventions."
"What I will say is... I think it's very funny... In the game, you can put a penis on your character and adjust it to your liking. There's some overcompensating," Taylor teased Andrew before glaring at him.
"Like this topic is... totally appropriate conversation for a fancy restaurant," Jensen muttered. "So, Shawn, I haven't heard from you much tonight. What's your story?"
The skunk chewed his food slowly and looked down at the tablecloth. He bit his lip and looked up at the husky from across the table. "I'm with Roger. We're part of the same group."
"What kind of group?" Jensen inquired.
"My friend, here, and I have a bit of a leaking issue," Roger confessed.
Sitting beside Jensen, Andrew leaned over and told the husky, "They're incontinent. They're part of a support group that I've founded about a year ago."
Jensen shrugged before chuckling. "Ah, interesting," said the husky with a smile. "Is that why you're so quiet over there?" he asked Shawn.
The skunk nodded. "I don't want to talk about it," he groaned. "Don't mean to be a problem or anything."
"Jensen wouldn't have invited us if he had a problem with it," Andrew assured Shawn. "Besides, he's been known to... well, have a few 'accidents' of his own, if you know what I mean." The bunny winked at the husky.
Jensen gritted his teeth and sighed. "Again, not appropriate dinner conversation."
The rest of the gang laughed at the husky's disapproval of the conversation topic. Jensen sighed and joined the rest of the group.
Everyone was having a fun time. As time passed, the gang was getting drunk and roudy. Jensen didn't have as many drinks as the others because he wanted to remember and cherish every moment he would spend with his friends. The husky understood that these would be the final hours he would spend in diapers before he marries his girlfriend. Even though he fully accepted the idea of marrying his sweetheart, he still couldn't help but wonder what life would have been like if he decided to pursue a relationship with Andrew. That "what if" scenario quickly transitioned into a series of lustful thoughts about each of the guys attending the party.
Despite his loyalty to observing social conventions, the husky wanted to squeeze Andrew's rear during dinner, checking to see if the bunny was diapered -- and if he was, he wanted to find out if Andrew was dry or wet. The thought aroused Jensen greatly. While he was eating dinner, he pushed himself closer to the table so that his obviously tented crotch was obscured by the tablecloth. Though he barely knew the others, he wanted to see them all with their clothes off; all of them in diapers. The husky didn't care about anything that happened next. He knew what was coming, but he had to wait a little longer.
Jensen stopped thinking about his personal desires as soon as Taylor called his name.
"Hey Jensen. I'm curious about something. What was Andrew like in college?" asked the bunny's boyfriend, who slurred his words a bit. He had a few drinks.
"Obviously, we were close because we were roommates. We hung out, did our fair share of bar-hopping late at night. We partied. The usual, you know?" Jensen replied.
"But, like, what did you guys do with each other? I'm curious."
Jensen looked nervously at Andrew who shook his head and rolled his eyes at the puma's question.
"Come on, man," Roger snapped at Taylor. "The guy is about to get married. I don't think he wants to talk about shit he's done when he was with Andrew some years ago. This isn't a 'Truth or Dare' slumber party."
"We experimented," Andrew finally chimed in. "That's what people do in college. They experiment."
Jensen bit his lip. "We were friends, you know? We were just... two guys having fun. It didn't go any further from that," said the husky.
"It's a shame, really, that we didn't have a relationship. Now, I'm stuck with this guy here, this lunatic," joked Andrew as he shook Taylor's shoulders playfully. The puma laughed.
Meanwhile, Shawn -- who was the only guy still stober beside Jensen at the table -- rubbed his crotch and felt some moisture from his wet diaper. The skunk looked down at his waist nervously. "Maybe we should head back to the hotel," he muttered softly. Jensen took the hint.
"Alright, I'm going to pay the check. You guys get a head start back to the room, and--"
"Hey Jensen, you got the room key card?" asked Roger.
"Yeah, but Andrew has an extra key card. He'll let you guys in. I'll catch up," said Jensen.
Jensen paid for the meal including a very generous tip to waiter. He left the restaurant with some leftovers from dinner including several slices of pepperoni pizza, lasagna and Caesar Salad. Casually walking from the restaurant to the hotel with a large bag full of food, Jensen felt accomplished. He felt the breeze from the beach slap against the back of his neck. He heard the loud, ocean waves crash onto the shore just a couple of yards away. The fresh air outside kept the husky energetic and optimistic.
When he got back to the room, Jensen opened the door and found everyone huddled up in bed, watching a movie on the room's large, black flat-screen television that was hanging on the wall across from them. When Jensen closed the door behind him, the others -- who were still fully clothed -- looked up and noticed him standing at the doorway. Roger leaped off from bed and greeted Jensen.
"Hey bud, you don't mind that we ordered a movie to watch, do you?" the otter asked.
"No, but I wish you kinda asked me first. I was hoping we could--"
"Lighten up, dude," said Andrew as he laid in bed with his arm around Taylor. "Come watch the movie with us."
"Ah, well, I need to put some padding on and I'll come back."
"Cool, cool," said Roger before walking back to the bed to sit on the other side of Andrew.
The husky sighed and sulked a little while we wandered to the closet. He tossed a few suitcases and clothes aside to access the case of diapers, which appeared unopened. He quietly opened the case and retrieved a diaper for himself. After closing the closet door, he walked over to the bathroom, which appeared dark and unoccupied. When he opened the door, he noticed Shawn, looking at the bathroom mirror with a depressed expression on his face. With the lights off, the skunk looked at himself before splashing some water on his face. When he saw the husky appear in the bathroom, he was initially startled. When Jensen calmly turned off the faucet and didn't act surprised to see him in the bathroom, the skunk took a sigh of relief.
Jensen turned on the light and looked at Shawn. He couldn't help but smile when he made eye contact with Shawn, but the skunk couldn't return the smile with his own. He looked at himself in the mirror once more, grimacing.
"Hey, Shawn. I hope you don't mind me diapering up in here," said Jensen.
"I don't mind," said Shawn. "But I... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for--"
"For what?" Jensen unzipped and pulled his pants down.
"For... just..."
When the skunk hesitated to explain himself, Jensen intuitively knew why the skunk was upset.
"Full diaper, huh? Did you go during the meal?" The skunk nodded.
"I'm sorry," Shawn mumbled.
"Look, it's not a big deal," said the husky as he leaned against the wall, putting on a diaper. The husky was noticeably aroused. His hardened member made the diapering process a little more difficult than usual. "It's not like you could help it or anything. If you're incontinent, it just happens, right?"
"Uh, actually, I could help it. I went and... It just felt... good."
The husky raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were incontinent," said Jensen with a puzzled look.
"I am, but I just wanted to mess to see if I could -- and when I could, I knew that I needed to change. I didn't have an extra diaper on hand and I stayed around... I felt bad. It smelled, didn't it?"
"I didn't smell anything," said the Jensen. "And it seemed like the rest of the guys didn't care -- assuming they smelled something. Nothing was said."
"Alright. I'm glad you're okay with... everything," said Shawn while he pulled down his jeans and briefs, revealing a very, dirty diaper.
The skunk's diaper was heavily wrinkled in the front and bulging from the back. The "Medium Extra" type, and two narrow, yellow vertical stripes -- which served as a wetness indicator -- completely disappeared. In its place was a thick, dark yellow spot; it was the source of a very pungent, musky fragrance. The back of the diaper had a couple of brown-colored, protruding bulges, which swelled extensively -- almost a point that it looked like the diaper could barely contain it.
"That's a lot," said the husky. Shawn smiled after hearing Jensen's comment. "I see you smiling!"
"Can you grab a diaper out of my backpack? It's in the closet. No, actually, just toss the backpack into the bathroom. I'll take a shower and clean up."
"Sure thing, no problem."
Jensen fetched Shawn's backpack and placed it on the bathroom floor. The skunk started to remove his diaper by the time Jensen returned to the bathroom. Once he returned to the room -- wearing just a diaper -- Jensen was greeted by several stares. The husky looked around the room gingerly before he realized why everyone was looking at him.
"It's not what you think," said Jensen, who was now wearing a white t-shirt and a diaper. "Why are you still looking at me? Come on, you guys are sick."
"Did you deflower the poor boy?" teased Andrew.
"The thought of it never crossed my mind."
"So you changed him then?" Taylor asked.
"No, I just gave him a new diaper -- and he'll change in a bit. Speaking of which, do any of you need a change?"
Roger nodded. He stepped off the bed and walked up to Jensen. Roger showed the husky that he wet his pants. It was difficult to see at first since the otter's pants were black, but sure enough, there was a large piss stream stain. The stain started from the crotch down to the otter's right foot. Apparently, he wasn't diapered.
"Gee, you guys," said Jensen with some playful exasperation. "I can't believe the mess you made." Jensen stared at the intoxicated otter.
"So what? I was lazy, man," Roger moaned.
"Hope you have an extra pair of pants for tomorrow."
"I got shorts, relax."
"Alright, gentlemen. Clear some room for this guy," instructed Jensen as he waved his friends off the bed. "Now, lay back. Take off your shirt. I'll take off your pants." Jensen heard some suggestive whistling from the rest of the guys.
"Oh? Are we going to see some action tonight?" asked Taylor, who winked at the husky.
"You'd want that, wouldn't you?" Jensen snarled.
"Of course he would -- as if he doesn't get enough tail already," said Andrew, turning sharply to his boyfriend, who covered his face with a pillow in embarassment.
After Roger removed his shirt, Jensen first unbuttoned -- then unzipped -- the otter's pants fly and carefully pulled them down. Unsurprisingly, at first glance, Roger's briefs were completely wet. Upon inspecting Roger's briefs with his paws, Jensen determined that the otter wet himself shortly before arriving at the hotel room after dinner. Only the front pouch of Roger's underwear was completely soaked. The otter was also sporting a very apparent bulge; he was obviously aroused. Fighting to compress his own arousal, Jensen bit his lip and sighed before removing Roger's wet boxers.
"Why didn't you wear a diaper when you got here?" asked Jensen.
"I don't know," Roger muttered.
"Wetting your pants turns you on, doesn't it?" the husky teased.
Roger gave an implied "yes" answer by curling his toes and laying his right hand on the tip of his hardened dick, which was solidly pointing up. Andrew and Taylor gasped at the site of Roger's arousal.
"You feel like a bad boy, don't you?"
"Uh-huh. I am. I'm really bad," Roger replied to Jensen.
"You felt good when you pissed your pants? You could wet them again if you could."
The otter moaned and stroked himself. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them and looking at the ceiling. He could hear the other guys speaking to each other, but because he was comprehensively intoxicated, he felt no willingness to the respond to the teasing. Instead of feeling humiliated or vulnerable, he felt stimulated and challenged. Roger saw Andrew looking down at him with a devilish grin on his face.
"You need to stay in diapers, mate," said Andrew. "You're just a big baby."
Taylor sensually rubbed the otter's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "You wet your pants, you dirty boy."
Jensen removed the otter's hands away from his member. Roger was breathing heavily. He could feel himself sweating all over. It felt like the room was getting hotter, but it was the arousal that made him warm. Roger felt powerless as he felt the soft diaper graze against his bottom. Then he briefly looked down to see the husky taping the back of the diaper with the front side before adjusting the velcros. He squeezed the front of his new diaper and sighed contently. Throughout the diapering process, Roger's only coherent thought was, "I'm in diapers now. I'm staying in diapers now."
Andrew pet the otter's head in support and rubbed his chest. "Welcome to the club now, buddy boy," said the bunny. "Now you can wet yourself and nobody would have a fucking clue."
"I take it that Roger has never worn diapers before," said Jensen.
"Nope," confessed Andrew, "But I hope you're not disappointed that he didn't come to the party without one on."
"Of course not. Actually, to be honest, I think him not wearing the diaper was... I don't know, cute."
"I guess you can describe a guy wetting his pants as 'cute,'" added Taylor. "I think it's sexy."
"Cute can be sexy too," Jensen protested.
"It would be cute if he wet training pants like Pull-Ups or something, and then we told him, 'Since you keep wetting yourself, we're going to put you in diapers,' and shame him," said Andrew.
The husky couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion. "You're so cruel Andrew, you know that?"
Nearby, steam appeared underneath the bathroom door. The door swung open and Shawn appeared with a towel over his shoulder. The skunk wore a clean diaper. The first person Shawn laid his eyes on was Jensen. He smiled graciously at the husky. Jensen smiled back and waved the skunk over to the bed where everyone gathered.
"How was your shower?" asked Jensen.
"Fine. It felt nice," Shawn replied. "Oh, Roger is wearing a diaper I see."
Roger stood up and wandered aimlessly around the room. He enjoyed waddling around in his new, thick diaper. The otter enjoyed hearing the unique crinkling noise that the diaper made. It was a very surreal feeling for him. He was still very intoxicated so he stumbled occasionally, but he managed to keep his balance. Everyone pointed and laughed at Roger, but the otter didn't mind. He was perfectly content wearing his diaper, though he couldn't formulate a coherent sentence to express his joy.
"I... man, it's nice, good. Stupid fuckin' pants," said Roger.
"Blame the pants for pissing all over them, right?" teased Taylor. "That makes sense."
"Leave the otter alone, hon," Andrew barked at his boyfriend. "Remember when I met you after we chatted online for a few months?" Andrew turned around to the rest of the guys to tell a story.
"We met at a night club in town and we're dancing, doing our thing and I just happen to look down and I saw this puddle by his feet. I was thinking, like, 'Did someone spill a gallon of water on the dance floor?' and then I looked up, saw your pants and your crotch was soaking wet. Then I knew what was happening. I knew right away. And you know what, Taylor? You weren't diapered when we first met either."
"Guilty as charged," said the puma, shrugging. "I was really into the dancing and I didn't realize what I did."
"And, you know, I thought you were drunk and when you told me that you weren't -- and that you were incontinent -- I was like, 'Holy shit, I love you,' you know?"
"I don't think anyone -- whoever considered themselves as 'normal' -- would find someone having a wetting accident to be attractive. I don't know," said Jensen following a yawn.
"That's just weird, man," Roger commented. "Like... that's just weird, man."
"Okay, so the otter's drunk, Shawn's diapered up, you and I are good, right?" said Taylor, looking at Andrew. "So me and the bunny will call it a night, then. The booze is making my head spin."
"Yeah, I'm tired too," added Shawn, who changed into his purple, footed pajamas with moons and stars. The skunk stretched his arms and yawned. "So we're sharing the bed? You, me and Roger?"
"I guess so. Can't complain, really. Three diapered guys, one bed," Jensen joked as he pulled the bed blanket away from the pillows. "I left my pajamas at home, which is a drag."
"Taylor and I will sleep on, I guess, the sleeper sofa. I think we can make it work, right?" said Andrew, turning to the puma. "You can lay on top of me, I don't care."
"Well, okay, but I thought you were the 'top' one, no?" Taylor smirked.
Roger slowly crawled into bed. Following the otter to bed was Jensen. Shawn came next. The three males laid comfortably underneath the sheets. Roger had already fallen asleep shortly after turning to his side while Jensen and Shawn sat in bed fully awake and fidgety.
"Time for bed. We're taking our clothes off, guys. No peeking!" Andrew joked with the rest of the guys. Jensen played along and covered his eyes with his paws for a minute. Once he moved his paws away, he saw the athletic muscle-toned white bunny in a noticeably wet diaper, though it didn't look like the diaper was recently wet. Rather, the front of Andrew's diaper was dark in some places, but colorless. It appeared that he wet himself earlier, but Andrew had no intention of changing before bed. By contrast, Taylor appeared to be clean. For a few minutes, the puma marveled at his boyfriend's wet diaper; he rubbed the front of Andrew's diaper while the two -- wearing nothing but diapers -- stood facing each other. Jensen watched, smiling while feeling stimulated from looking at the two lovebirds become intimate.
"You're so wet," Taylor said to Andrew. "And you smell so good."
"What else?" Andrew teased.
"I want to... I want to..."
"Over here," said Andrew, pointing to the floor in front of the sleeper sofa. Taylor sat on the floor while Andrew sat in front of him on the sofa, facing the puma. Andrew grabbed his diaper and massaged himself. Taylor nosed the bunny's wet crotch and moaned softly after basking in his lover's musk. Andrew's diaper was heavily wrinkled due to the excess piss that accumulated in the front of his diaper; it was more than enough for Taylor to admire.
Andrew extended the elastic waistband of his diaper to place his paw inside. He stroked his already hardened shaft and fondled his sac briefly before pulling his diaper down to expose himself. His sweat-oiled dick was long with a thin width. It looked soft, plump and ready. Without hesitation, Taylor took in Andrew's member and rode his maw up and down the bunny's long shaft.
"This is the most unusual bachelor party I've ever been at," whispered Jensen to Shawn, who quietly watched what was unfolding before him.
"Yep," said the skunk.
Andrew taunted his boyfriend while he was being sucked. "You like me when I'm wet. You like me when I'm all dirty for you? Blow me. You like sucking guys that are dirty, don't you, boy? Suck on it good."
The puma bobbed his head back and forth in a more furious pace while he felt his own member hardening and curling up against his diaper. The puma was very aggressive, and the bunny was delighted to see his boyfriend slaving over his erection. After a few minutes, the bunny started to grind his teeth and pant as he felt his climax rushing through his loins. He grabbed onto the puma's shoulders, hoisted his crotch forward as he ejaculated plentifully into his lover's maw. Taylor happily swallowed before pulling himself back, wiping his lips and smiling up at Andrew. The bunny pet his boyfriend's head for a job well done.
"Nothing beats a quickie before bed," said Andrew nonchalantly. "Taylor is really good at those."
"I don't know if I'm going to even sleep after seeing that," said the husky. "That was... wow."
"'Wow,' as in, 'Wow, that's hot!' or 'wow' as in, 'Wow, my eyes have been violated?'" asked Andrew.
"It's like I've heard of guys going to a bar for their bachelor party and hiring a stripper, but... this... that was definitely interesting. That blew my mind."
"And I was blown, so we're even."
Jensen chuckled and shrugged. "If you guys are done, go ahead and turn off the overhead light. We'll have some more fun tomorrow."
To Jensen's chagrin, the night appeared to be over. The husky was relentlessly aroused, but nobody else seemed to be in the mood for some late-night, frisky antics. However, at the same time, the husky was also getting tired and he wanted to get some sleep on the early side. He was hopeful that the next day would be more eventful. At around midnight, the husky was already craving breakfast. His food cravings slowly overcame his sexual desires -- and he was finally ready to sleep. But something was off.
As he slept on his back, he could feel someone rubbing his diaper. Since his diaper was thick, Jensen could barely feel someone's paws -- beside his own -- stroking of his crotch. Without a doubt, he heard his diaper crinkling. The husky opened his eyes and looked around. The room was dark. Everyone else seemed to be sleeping, but he heard a soft chuckle coming from the skunk beside him. Jensen turned to look at Shawn.
"What's so funny?" Jensen whispered. "Does it have something to do with the fact that you're groping me?"
"I liked what I saw. I'm looking forward to tomorrow."
"So am I, Shawn. So am I."