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This story was written for TigerJames as their Patreon commission reward for February 2019. It contains M/Solo masturbation and watersports related diaper play involving a consenting adult male.

One Man's Curse... - Part One

Charlie had been at a party a couple of days ago, and he could only presume that was where the diaper had come from.

Of course, it had been a very particular kind of party; it really had to be in order for coming home with an unexplained adult diaper in your rucksack to be anything other than insanely creepy. But still, the fox really had no idea how that diaper had gotten into his bag. All it had contained when he arrived was the essentials. A few changes of his own favourite brand of adult diaper, the necessary wipes and other accessories to ensure that he didn't get a rash from any lingering contact between excess urine clinging to his fur and his skin, and of course a second set of clothes just in case the night got rather more 'active' than just a bunch of folks chilling out in diapers, drinking some beers and soda, and not holding back if they wanted to let their bladders loose wherever they were sitting, standing or otherwise lounging around. Upon returning home though and unpacking his bagged, damp set of original clothes, blushing and rubbing at his once more padded crotch as he considered the bathroom piss-fight which had soaked them and taken the night from one of more casual, diaper-clad intimacy to something much more kinky and very much adult, he had found something wrapped up at the base of his bag.

At first he'd worried that someone had put their damp and dirtied clothes into his bag rather than their own, but that really hadn't made much sense as what person in their right mind would store a set of piss-dampened clothes in what looked like neatly folded tissue paper. For a brief while he had considered calling the host of the party and asking if anyone had talked about something going missing, simply leaving the mystery object wrapped up until at least then. But, for some reason as he had taken it out of the bag and laid it down on the floor at the foot of his bed, Charlie had found himself compelled to unwrap the soft sheets of paper and reveal what lay within. No sooner had he done so, he felt the texture of the object. The familiar bulk, and that oh so pleasant sound of rustling, densely packed absorbent fibres.

He shuddered, blushed, and revealed the diaper. It was a crisp white, all except for two strips of what looked like shining gold where normally there would have been pastel blue or some other pleasantly mildly coloured adhesive straps. Across the front of the diaper's waist, just above the more thickly padded crotch, there were symbols printed onto its material. Not only could Charlie not read them, he didn't even have the faintest idea what base alphabet they were working from, looking nothing like Arabic, any one of the east Asian sets of characters he knew of, or Cyrillic. Yet he knew that they said something. He didn't know how, and he did know for sure that he had no basis for making that judgement. Still though, he knew it was trying to get some message across... and yet, almost without thinking about it, the fox found himself standing up just a few moments later, and starting to undress, fully and completely intent on putting on this diaper of which he knew absolutely nothing.

"It looks... so smart. So cute, I... I'll just try it on. I'll buy whoever it is a replacement of the same brand. A whole box of them, if... if they tell me where I can get them for myself too..."

Pulling off his shorts, his t-shirt, and blushing as he unfastened the straps of his own diaper, really not accustomed to taking one off when it was still dry, Charlie's cheeks flushed as he felt the material of the diaper's interior slip away from the furred orbs of his balls and the flesh of his cock. In the matter of time since revealing that unexpected surprise, his shaft had risen to an almost fully fledged erection, and reached that point without doubt as he knelt down again, fully nude, and plucked the diaper from where he had left it sitting still neatly and properly folded atop the paper in which he had first discovered it.

"Probably looks m-more comfy than it really is... flashy, style over substance..."

Charlie murmured as he caressed the diaper, felt it crinkle and rustle beneath his fingertips, and felt his cock lurch with an urgent and oh so pleasurable throb just a moment later. He whined softly, bashfully. Every time he slipped on a diaper, every time he felt his bladder ache with the need to use the bathroom, his mind came alive with the joyous realisation that he was free from that obligation. It made his heart race. It made his cheeks burn, and many a time it made his cock throb against the material, whether crisp and dry or soft, warm and damp. He knew that to many people it was a bit strange, and honestly he didn't care in the slightest. For him, wearing a diaper wasn't about pretending to be someone he wasn't. It wasn't about denying the reality of the world and trying to simplify how he looked at it. For Charlie, wearing a diaper was just a way to make every day a little less frustrating in spite of so much else in the world fighting to do the very opposite.

And, as an additional benefit, it was hot as hell.

But never before had Charlie felt so hot, so excited by any individual and specific diaper, as he was right now. Never had he found himself so rock hard merely through the act of putting one on that he actually found himself worrying he might cum in this diaper and ruin its soft, plush crispness before he could even get it affixed around his body.

With practised ease he spread his thighs, bending his legs at the knee, to side the front portion of the diaper through before closing them again to hold it in place. Gently then he pulled the wings of the diaper out from its rear, and as he carefully sat down on the lower edge of his bed, he lifted the front half of the diaper up to cover his crotch. He moaned, his eyes rolled back, and he blushed deeper still as he felt his cock rubbing against the interior of the diaper. Fuck, all kidding aside, it really was so very soft and absorbent feeling. This really was one hell of a high class diaper, a cut above the most premium options he purchased for himself for special treats or when he was feeling particularly flush with cash to spend on his personal interests. It was all he could do to pull his hand away from the front of the diaper to aid in actually securing the first of the adhesive tabs in place, and by the time he did the same with the second, ensuring that it was wrapped tight enough to allow for no leaks whatsoever unless he simply overflowed it in the hours to come...

Charlie's eyes widened, and he whimpered in shock, not playful surprise or a teasing attempt at feigning humiliation for the benefit of someone else, but genuine and sincere shock as no sooner had he affixed the diaper around himself, he felt his bladder let go.

"W-whh-aaa-aahhhhh..."

Trembling, toes curling, tail thumping and thrashing against the bed as his hand cupped the front of his crotch helplessly and protectively, Charlie's mind reeled as without the slightest warning and despite the fact that merely a minute or so ago he had been lamenting that he really didn't need to go at all, thus it would be hours before he could convincingly and sincerely make an effort to wet this diaper, he did precisely that. Only a handful times since Charlie had started to wear diapers as an adult had he actually experienced the genuine feeling of losing control, of wetting himself not because he wanted to, not because he had been purposefully holding back and now couldn't bear to wait any longer, but because he simply had no choice in the matter. Even then, all but one or two of those occasions had been in his sleep, which itself had always followed an evening of copious glasses of water being drunk before bed.

This however, this was the real thing. It was humiliating. It was inconceivable. He was a grown man. Yes, a grown man who wore diapers to relax and get himself off, but a grown man in full command of his faculties no matter what he liked to play and fantasise about to the contrary. Yet right there and then, none of that mattered. None of what he knew to be true was at all relevant, because still rock hard and still sitting on the edge of his bed in that brand new diaper, Charlie really was wetting himself... and it felt absolutely, completely incredible.

"Ohhhgod... o-oh, I... a-ahh..."

Charlie tried to stand up, and shakily managed to do so even as he felt his bladder continuing to empty itself with such relief and such pleasant intensity that it felt like he had been waiting for this opportunity for the best part of a day. He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the adjoining en suite wearing nothing but that diaper, eyes heavy lidded, cheeks flushed, muzzle open and panting audibly all the while. A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. Had he forgotten a glass of water or two he'd drunk earlier, and been so caught up thinking about other stuff that he really had managed to distract his mind entirely from its building need to go? Was he in fact dreaming, and would wake up to find that the party and this strange new gold-tabbed diaper was nothing more than part of a dream which ended with him openng his eyes to feel his morning wood and bladder working together to make the regular diaper he'd worn overnight leak and stain the sheets right through to the protective plastic below? Or, of course, there was one other option which he had to consider, however irrational it seemed.

Maybe this was really happening.

Maybe he really had just wet himself.

And maybe... maybe if he was incredibly lucky, though he knew how selfish it was to think of it that way given how many folk in the world would probably give anything not to need adult diapers on a daily basis... maybe this would just be the first time of many, many more such occasions.

Blushing, gasping, Charlie staggered not to the toilet itself, but into the shower cubicle beside it. He whined in excitement and bashful frustration all at once, annoyed to have used up this incredibly comfortable and frankly rather sexy diaper so fast, and as his urine continued to freely flow into the diaper's interior he leaned back against one tiled wall and began to cup and rub at his still erect, still pissing cock through the crinkly though now swollen and dampened material. He waited for his flow to trail off, and for the diaper to start leaking. And while after almost a solid minute of pissing himself the former did in fact occur, the latter did not.

"H-holy shit..."

He moaned as finally the trickling flow of his bladder's content ceased, his cock still hard as ever within the diaper's now warm, sodden confines, but not so much as a drop of that wetness trailing down his thighs or anywhere beyond the limits of the diaper itself. Incredibly absorbent as it must have been to hold such volume though, Charlie knew he shouldn't tempt fate. And yet, his hand rubbing at the front of his crotch increased the intensity of its manipulations now that the flow of his urine had ceased and his cock was free once more to be used for other purposes. He squeezed the warm, soft, pee soaked material around his rock hard cock with a groan of lustful pleasure, but while he absolutely expected that motion to send urine oozing out from the diaper as his paw effectively wrung out the area which had absorbed the vast majority of that spontaneous piss' flow, not so much as a drop followed.

This had to be a dream. It simply had to be. Genuine and deliciously hot loss of bladder control, and a diaper with seemingly infinite capacity? It had dream written all over it, some of Charlie's most wild and playful fantasies brought to life. But, Charlie couldn't shake how real it felt, and how lucid a dream it must have been for him to be so aware of its likelihood as a fantasy while still remaining fully asleep and committed to the dream. Thus he stepped out of the shower once more, convinced that he wasn't going to have to spend any part of his immediate future cleaning the carpet or washing another set of sheets on what he'd planned on being a pretty chilled out, relaxing day at home in the wake of that party.

Before he could leave the bathroom and head back to the bed though, Charlie saw something that made him pause, and made his already firm, masturbatory grip on the front of his diaper intensify all the more. Attached to the rear of the bathroom door was a practically full length mirror, and as he caught sight of his diaper clad but otherwise nude, lean figure within it, the front of the diaper somewhat stretched out by his arousal and the warmth and moisture within reminding him constantly of its used state, he couldn't look away. Like a unicorn trapped by the beauty of its own reflection, he couldn't do anything but step closer to the mirror, blushing, panting, and rubbing his crotch harder, faster.

Never mind the bed.

Never mind lying back and masturbating himself to a perfect climax adding yet more wetness and some deliciously lewd stickiness to the volume of this diaper's content, all while cosily and comfortably cradled in soft sheets and the warmth of his comforter.

He watched himself.

He stared hungrily at his own crotch, at that beautiful diaper with its golden tabs and strange writing that he was still sure meant something, and with each passing moment felt more and more compelled to cum right there and then from that sight alone.

"Oooh god..."

Charlie growled as he felt his pleasure building, rising towards the inevitable conclusion of such intense and incredible excitement.

"Fuck. F-fuck yes, I'm... aahhh..."

Once he was done here, he was going to grab his phone and call up the host of the party to ask about anyone missing a diaper. He was going to find out who owned it and offer to buy them a whole new pack, just so long as they gave him a location from which he could buy some more for himself. He whined and grunted as he rubbed at the front of his crotch with both hands, as he humped the front of his diaper against his paws and stared, open mouthed, tongue hanging out into the mirror with awed elation. He was so hot. The diaper was so hot, and the idea of him losing control for a second time, first of his bladder, now letting loose so wildly with his libido, made him even hotter.

"Nnh... ahhyess, gonna... in my... yes, gonna cum. Oh. Oh god, I'm... yes. Yes. Yes, I..."

He moaned to himself, getting off as much on the idea of the situation as the reality of it, and letting the combination of his mind and body's pleasures carry him towards increasingly imminent rapture. Just as the fox became certain that he was going to cum though, mere milliseconds before his body toppled over the edge into the sweet and all consuming embrace of his climax, he instead felt something else.

"I'm... o-ohh... ohhgod, w-what... what's..."

A fresh surge of sensation crashed over him. His knees quivered and threatened to give out beneath him. His eyes rolled. His mind reeled at the unmistakable, inescapable intensity of the sensation, and before he could even caress his cock one more time in an effort to send himself over the edge, he was denied that orgasmic release for the time being in exchange for another.

For the second time that day, the second time in less than ten minutes in fact, Charlie blushed, trembled, and yelped in embarrassment, in shock, and in absolute joy as he began to wet himself. Once again there was no warning, no time for him to respond or prepare. He just felt that incredible sensation of muscles within his groin releasing themselves, that blissful surge of relief as though his bladder had just swollen to capacity in a split-second only for that pressure to immediately be relieved, and finally the feeling of more heat, more wetness pouring out of his quivering, throbbing, still rock hard, knotted erection's tip to flood the absorbent, ever so cosy interior of his diaper.

It couldn't be a coincidence. It simply couldn't. He was wetting himself, surrendering all bladder control and issuing forth more piss than his bladder could possibly have contained again, and all since putting on that gorgeous, irresistibly comfy diaper.

Charlie had to figure out what was happening.

He had to figure out how it was happening, and he would.

He would figure it out... after he'd finished enjoying this experience a little longer.

He would figure it out just as soon as his bladder was empty, and just as soon as he was finally able to make himself cum to the knowledge of what was happening to him. Because as strange and unknown and impossible and deliciously, embarrassingly out of his control as this all was... god, he loved it.

By Jeeves

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