Please Understand
It made him a little nervous. Life with his mom was difficult, and moving in with his dad was nothing short of a shock. His mama wolf, abusive and psyco, lost legal rights to her flowering cub after breaking his paw. Such a rapid change scared him...
Who was this wolf to step in and care for him when his mother had so ruined his childhood? And would he be - as strange a concept as it may be - understood?
"Er... Mister, uh... Ben?" The teen wolf lowered his ears whenever he addressed an adult.
"Ty, I'm your dad - If you're gonna use my name, don't call me mister, alright?" The great black wolf replied, ruffling Tyler's gray headfur.
"Uh... dad, then...?"
Ben chuckled and patted the couch space next to him. "Yeah, bud?"
Tyler awkwardly took his seat next to his father wolf and fidgeted with his paws. "I uh... wanna talk to you about something..." He mumbled.
The alpha wolf arched a black eyebrow in curiosity and, with the click of the remote, turned off the T.V. This was his own flesh and blood, and something seemed wrong with him. He was never there for his cub after the divorce, but dammit, he was bound to start now. He boldly wrapped a fatherly arm around the boy's shoulder and squeezed him playfully.
"What's up, kiddo?"
Tyler's gray snout dipped and he elicited a faint whine. "I... uh... was never close with mom..."
Ben patted the wolfpup's shoulder and let a few moments of tense silence ensue. "I'm sorry, bud..."
"It's not that," He shook his head and moved his shoulder, as though he were afraid it would strangle him. "It's that... she never cared where I went or what I did, so I started to do things to kind of, like... help me... I guess... deal with my problems..." Tyler slumped foreward and let his ears droop. "I missed being younger, so... uh..."
The larger wolf, at this point, was confused but immensely curious. He scritched the sweet spot behind his boy's ears and asked, in an almost gentle whisper: "What do you mean, Ty?"
Tyler took a deep, shuddering breath and put his paws over his eyes. "...sometimes, I... uh... liked to wear diapers and uh... pretend to be a little cub again..." When he finished, the small, gray wolf grew painfully silent and scooted away from his father in fear.
Ben stared off blankly and scratched his own headfur with a paw. Diapers? Really? "Alright," He started, nodding slowly, "I understand... Is there, uh... a reason for telling me that?"
Tyler looked at his dad and blinked. He wasn't going to hit him? He wouldn't spit at him and call him names? "Uh..." The cub was lost for words.
Ben chuckled again and patted the boy's messy headfur. "You're a strange kid, Ty, but it doesn't bother me."
Warm tears swelled up in Tyler's eyes. "I just... I uh... Mom never potty-trained me, because... uh... I wore diapers all the time... and, and... I wanted to know if... uh... that was okay..."
"Sure, kiddo!" The alpha wolf tousled the teen's headfur and gave him a friendly grin. "If it makes you happy, I'll even buy the diapers for ya!"
The wolf pup blinked again and scratched the cast on his wrist. His dad was a lot different from his mom...
When the package arrived, Tyler was, for the first time since he was little, excited and energetic. His silvery-gray tail, which normally hung limp between his legs, flagged wildly in anticipation as Ben answered the door.
After signing the paper, the strong, black wolf smiled at the postman and held the box in his paws. "Thanks, man; kid's been waiting for this. Take care." As he turned around, the wolf cub padded down the stairs and met him with a nervous yet anxious grin.
"Uh..."
"Here ya go, buddy. Make sure to clean up anything, yeah?" He gave Ty a gentle pat on the head and a subtle wink.
The silvery wolf didn't know how to respond. He smiled, awkwardly, and held the package as though it were a cardboard treasure chest. "Um... uh... thanks... a lot."
Dad smiled and nodded toward the staircase. "No prob, kid. I've got a lot of customers I need to reply to, so go have fun. We can hang out later if you want." The alpha wolf grinned and watched his son trod off. What a weird gift to give somebody...
But seeing the boy smile made it all worth it.
Dad looked at his watch. Midnight.
"Damn." He barred his teeth and stretched. "So much for spending time with Ty..."
He punched the power button on his laptop and stood up, stretching with a long, canine yawn. He quickly scratched under his arm and unbuttoned his pants. They fell on the floor unceremoniously and soon he found himself under a warm blanket on the couch. Giving up his bedroom for Ty wasn't so bad; at least now he could finally get a new sofa, and maybe some new blankets...
12:13. 12:34. 12:48.
Ben couldn't sleep. Some gear in his mind refused to stop turning. Diapers? Acting like a baby? That's probably why he was so nervous to talk to him. It's kind of strange, but not surprsing; he's had such a crappy childhood... anybody would want -
There were gentle footsteps on the wooden steps of the staircase. Ben's ears perked up and his nose sniffed the air searchingly. As he recognized the noise as his son's, he quickly feigned sleep.
Ty, in nothing but his boxers and a white undershirt, padded nervously over to the couch where his papa wolf slept. Ben could hear a low whimper in the cub's throat and even an occasional sniffle. Time to cut the crap.
The black wolf opened his eyes and looked at his son: his ears, tail, and shoulders were drooped either in embarrassment or nervousness. "Hey! Bud... what's the matter?"
Tyler didn't say anything. When his dad spoke, the cub broke into tears and held his paws over his face. "I'm... sorry..." He managed to gasp between sobs.
"Aw... buddy..." Ben sat up and wrapped the boy in his arms. Tyler cried even more into his dad's chest fur and shuddered with convulsive sobs. "Shh... It's okay, Ty; daddy's here... and I promise I'm never going to leave again...." Ben wasn't used to this sort of responsibility, so he rocked the boy and remained awkwardly quiet.
"I'm... sorry..." The wolf cub whimpered, wiping his nose with his arm. "I... had a nightmare, and-"
"Shh... don't apologize... it's alright, buddy. If you want, I'll let you sleep on the couch with me. I'll keep you safe from the monsters!" Ben couldn't believe how homo he sounded. Great first impression - Dad's a pedophile!
But Tyler snuggled up to his dad's stomach wordlessly. He didn't make a sound or complain, and soon the cub was sleeping quietly. It was oddly relaxing, feeling the cub's breath on his clavicle. It even made him feel... wanted.
He gently shifted the cub against him, so that he held the gray wolf's head gently against his chest. His other paw drifted onto Ty's rump to give him firm support. As his paw shifted over the back of the cub's boxers, however, he felt and heard a strange crinkle.
Of course, he thought, smiling to himself. The kid's wearing his diaper under his boxers.
The black wolf shifted and gently whispered into the cub's gray ear, "Hey, buddy, I'm gonna take off your boxers; I don't mind if you're wearing diapers."
Tyler merfed in his sleep and murmured inaudibly, shifting his legs sleepily. When he stopped moving, Dad gently pulled his boxers down and threw them to the floor.
"There..." The black wolf muttered, drawing the cub closer to him. He missed this - not that he ever got to do it. Ty was getting his childhood back, and Ben was becoming the daddy he was never able to be. Not a bad trade-off.
He held the cub tightly against him, beaming to himself for well over an hour. Ty moved little except for the occasional whimper and kick of his leg.
Ben smiled to himself and gently brushed the cub's headfur with his paw, until Ty started to make strange, low noises. He held Ty a little ways away from him and looked at his face, which had an almost angry expression.
The paw on Tyler's butt was pushed out as the cub started to fill his diaper. Ben, completely surprised, lifted his head and the boy's tail to see if he was really doing what he thought he was doing. Soon, the smell of puppy scat wafted over the black wolf's sensitive nose and he rolled his eyes. An awkward smile curved his lips and he gently patted the cub's messy diaper. Gotta take the good with the bad...
Tyler began to grunt again, and this time let out a few farts before messing himself even more. Phew... what a stink! - but... something about it...
Dad squeezed the back of Ty's diaper gently, feeling the gentle squish of the diaper pad holding in the soupy mess. It crinkled softly, still maintaining its plasticy cover, and turned a light gray-brown as the cub filled it.
Ben felt the cub's diaper tent out slightly in the front as he squeezed and caressed it in the back. He looked down, between him and his boy, to see a growing bulge in his diaper. His eyes traced its contour lustfully, and without thinking, he pushed the warm mass against the cub's rear and made it ooze up into his crotch.
The cub gently moaned and looked up at his dad with soleful puppy eyes. "D... daddy... that feels good..." He murmured, rubbing his snout into the black wolf's shoulder.
Completely turned on, Ben shifted himself so that he was under his cub, who lay doggy-style over him. With his large, black paw, he pulled the sagging mess up and pushed it back down over and over again. Ty whimpered, gently nosing at his daddy's snout. The black wolf gave the young wolf's rear a few playful smacks before rubbing down to the bulge that hung dully between the cub's legs. He squeezed it gently, feeling his own wolfhood pulse under his boxers.
"Ty, step down on the floor," Daddy whispered hornily. Ty obeyed wordlessly and sat in the mess that swelled his diaper bottom so hotly. He shudered and touched the tent of his cubhood in his diapered crotch.
"Hey, bud, daddy's gotta take a leak," Ben whispered, ruffling Ty's headfur. The gray cub nodded and let out a quiet meep as cold air hit his rear. Ben pulled back his boy's diaper and slipped his swollen cock in, wrapping his arms around the gray wolf's waist. "You'll be my toilet, Ty..."
The diapered cub whimpered and held his tail up to give his daddy better access. A few moments passed before he felt - and smelled - the hot, dark urine dribble and then rush over his ass and into the back of his already-swollen diaperbutt. He felt it pool up between his legs and trickle out in excess.
"Good boy..." Daddy moaned lustfully, gripping the cub's tent and pressing it down. Ty shuddered and whimpered longingly as he licked his daddy's chest fur.
The great black wolf licked his lips and climbed back onto the couch. Motioning Ty to lay on top of him, he let his tongue droop slightly in ecstasy. The wolf cub climbed on top of his daddy again, doggy-style and shuddering from tension.
Daddy gripped the mass of stink over his cub's bottom and groped it tenderly, stealing a kiss and grinning lustfully. Ty kissed him back, and soon they were locked in a passionate make-out as daddy squeezed driblets of urine out of Ty's soaked diaper.
Gravity began to pull a bulge out in Ty's diaper front; his wolf piece and taint swam in Daddy's dark piss and his own mess. This gave Daddy ideas.
"Hold still, baby pup," He groaned, groping the swollen diaper front. With a sharp nail, he began to prod at the padding until it gave way to a hole. Piss and liquid shit dribbled out of it, but it was quickly plugged by Daddy's throbbing wolfhood. Ty let out a pitiful groan and ground his sopping diaper front against his daddy's stiffening cock.
"I'm gonna make you a wolf, cub pup," The black wolf breathed heavily, pushing his swollen canine knot into the squishy padding of his son's diaper front. It ran along his son's own cock, causing him to shudder and gasp. Ty put his paws on his daddy wolf's shoulder and pushed his hips in, feeling the knot push harshly against the leaking front padding. Daddy's cock slid past his and in between his legs.
A bulge rose up in the back of Ty's diaper as Daddy pushed his cock in as far as possible. He pulled back and pushed back in, snarling like a wild dog and pushing his son against him.
"Get ready, puppy," He growled, squeezing the boy's diaper until a soupy mix of piss, shit, and diaper-jelly oozed out of his legholes. "I'm going to fill your diaper with wolf seed!" With a long groan, the black wolf exploded, rope after rope pulsing against the back of Ty's diaper. It rippled from the impact of wolfspunk as he groaned, driven over the edge. Tensing up and whimpering, Tyler shot warm, dripping seed over his daddy's piece and panted, lying against Ben sleepily and content with the new life he had.