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Usual Skribble Disclaimer - This story contains graphic diaper use so if you aren't into boys wetting/soiling themselves I suggest you move on! If you are, however, enjoy this little short!

"Hey, you cheated!" the young wolf laughed, grabbing a nearby pillow and swatting the raccoon seated next to him with it!

Giggling, the other boy toppled over onto his side even as he sped past his disabled friend and won the race on their game. "No way, all the weapons are fair!" he replied, kicking playfully at the lupine.

Mike, the wolf, gave a comical huff and batted the other boy a second time, "Supposed to be nice to your friends," he complained playfully as Peter tried to defend himself from the pillowy assault.

Laughing and worming away from the gentle onslaught left his plate of pizza undefended and Peter gave an annoyed cry as the wolf took advantage and snagged the last slice of the raccoon's pizza and took a large bite, "Mmm! Pepperoni!"

"Meeeeaan! I'll hafta walk all the way back to the kitchen," he griped sitting up and reaching over to recover what he could of the slice, the raccoon stuffing it into his muzzle all at once! "Mmmrrf. 'sh mine!" he managed, making his friend laugh more.

All in all the sleepover had been great; Peter's parents had gone out of town for the weekend and Mike, his best friend had gotten the okay to have his best friend over until Sunday when the raccoon's mom and dad returned from vacation! After school the two had gone to the park and rode bikes until dinner time and since then it had been a non-stop video-game and pizza fest!

The hour was getting rather late for the boy's though and a familiar knock on the door was heard before Mike's mother poked her muzzle in, "Hey boys, it's about time for you guys to get your jammies on and get to bed," she warned, slipping in the door to collect plates and glasses.

"Awww, moooom," Mike complained, hopping up to follow her on her way out the door, "It's the weekend! Can't we stay up late?"

"You two will have all day tomorrow to play. I don't think it'll kill you to get to bed." The wolfess smiled and looked to Peter, "You've got a pillow and a sleeping bag Peter? Do you need anything?"

Nodding, the raccoon murmured, "Yes ma'am, I've got those... I umm... forgot underwear, though..." the young boy reddened up quickly. He and Mike shared a similar night-time problem and he had forgotten to bring his own protection to ensure his PJs stayed dry.

"Well Mike can lend you a pair," she said kindly, reaching out to tousle the boy's hair, "Now you two get changed. I'm going to put these dishes away and I'll be back up to make sure you're both ready for bed." As the two scampered to do as she instructed she called, "And brush those teeth!"

The boys tussled and joked as they stripped out of their clothes, Mike putting his in the hamper and Peter slipping his back into his bag. He stood with his paws covering his little sheath while his friend fetched two diapers from his supply in the closet, tossing one to his friend, "Do you, uh... want any powder?" he asked a little awkwardly.

Nodding, the raccoon unfolded the garment with a soft crinkle, "Yeah... prolly for the best."

The wolf brought the bottle over and the two friends giggled shyly as they dusted down their padding and got themselves taped in, each helping with the other's tailtape. Their embarrassment melted away as it always did during these little scenes, the boys shyness about their condition forgotten once they both had their respective padding on.

"C'mon Mike, let's finish getting' dressed and brush our teeth. I don't wanna get in trouble," Peter said, wiggling into his pajama bottoms.

Nodding, the lupine laughed, "Yeah, my mom turns into a real big bad wolf when we don't listen!"

After they finished getting their PJs on the two scampered down the hall and took care of their teeth, brushing diligently enough to ensure they would pass the mom inspection before returning to the room, Peter crawling into his sleeping bag while Mike hopped into bed.

They chatted and joked and planned about what tomorrow would bring until Mike's mother returned and kissed the two boys goodnight, much to their chagrin, and wished them sweet dreams before she turned off the light and closed the door.

Whispering and giggling in the dark, the two young boys managed to keep themselves awake a little longer before sleep started to make conversation slower and slower. Soon enough the sounds of two soft snores filled the room, dimly lit by a small nightlight in the corner.

It was some hours later when Peter began to fidget in his sleep, the boy twisting and turning about in his sleeping bag and giving quiet moans of discomfort. As he continued to struggle in his sleep the sounds woke his friend. Sitting up in bed, the wolf whispered, "Peter! Hey Peter!"

The young raccoon didn't hear right away and rather than risk waking his parents Mike slipped out of bed, crawling across the floor to gently shake the other boy awake. His eyes fluttering open, Peter stared wide-eyed at his friend for a brief second before issuing a soft whimper and doubling up in his sleeping bag, "Oooof... M-my stomach really hurts," he panted.

"Do you want me to get mom?" the wolf asked, concerned, a paw petting his distressed friend's ears. Shaking his head, the raccoon whispered, "N-no... I think I ate too much pizza or something... I-I need to go to the bathroom..."

Nodding, Mike scooted back as Peter gingerly freed himself from the sleeping bag and stood up. His knees trembled a little and the raccoon clutched his belly painfully, "Mmmf! I-it hurts really bad Mike! I-I don't know if I can make it," he whined, blushing as his stomach gave a low, gurgling complaint.

The wolf took his feet, a paw resting on his friend's back in concern, "Well, umm... you wanna try?" he asked, unsure of what to do.

Shuffling a few steps across the carpet, Peter was arrested by another of those bubbly serenades from his stomach, the raccoon doubling over and gasping as his tail flagged up involuntarily, "Nnngh!"

"Oh jeez, oh man," Mike fretted, stepping over and slipping his arms around his friend, "L-look... I know... I know it's kinda gross but... If you can't make it, well... we are in, umm... diapers," he explained awkwardly, giving his buddy's ears a gentle nosing.

"Y-you mean... mess my pants?" the raccoon whimpered, looking up at his friend wide eyed and frightened, "I can't! Your mom would be mad!" the boy said, clutching miserably at his belly and shuddering.

"Not if you're sick," Mike whispered, giving the raccoon a gentle hug, "Accidents happen sometimes. She won't get mad for that."

Blushing hotly, Peter nodded, "Maybe... b-but-mmmf!" he gave a short, desperate whimper as his tail twitched again, a wet squelch heard from the seat of his pajamas in the still room. It wasn't hard to figure out the young raccoon was on the verge of losing it completely and Mike's sensitive canine nose could tell his friend had already had a small accident while he stood there indecisively.

Stepping behind the slightly smaller raccoon, Mike wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back against his chest. Struggling, Peter whined, "M-Mike no!" but the wolf didn't listen, just holding the raccoon, that fluffy ringtail jutting warning up between them, as a paw moved to his friend's belly and began to push.

"Sorry Peter," he whispered, nuzzling his friend's ears.

The reaction didn't take long, forced to stand straighter and with the added pressure on his aching stomach the raccoon lost control quickly. Whimpering shamefully, he bit his lip as the first hot rush slushed into his diaper, a wet flood that spread across his bottom and weighed the padding between his legs. The scent of what he had done was almost instantaneous and he struggled weakly in Mike's arms.

"Shhh, shhhh... Don't wake up mom," the wolf murmured, still restraining his struggling friend as he soaked the seat of his diaper in several heated gushes. The greasy pizza had done a number on the little raccoon for certain!

Gasping, Peter meekly nodded, raising a paw to his muzzle and biting gently on a finger to try and hold back his humiliated, and relieved, whimpering. Soon the soupy release turned into a more substantial load and his knees bent a little as his body took control, pushing out two massive piles of soft raccoon-dirt into his stained and swollen padding. The helpless relief weakened his legs and Peter gave a pathetic whine as his soiled and heavy seat mashed against Mike's crotch, his dirty mess felt spreading inside the diaper and squishing up between his thighs.

The feeling of his friend's heated seat on his thighs and the way Peter squirmed and whimpered was having a wholly different effect on the wolf, who by now was panting softly, his diaperfront tented lewdly by his shameful excitement. Still, he couldn't help but grind a little against the dirty, bulging seat of his friend's diaper, "Ooh... oh Peter..." he panted quietly, "C'mere..."

Walking his friend awkwardly towards his bed, Mike gently pushed the raccoon to bend over the edge, his paws gripping the other boys hips as he started to thrust, awkward in his sudden dominance, against the crinkling seat of Peter's jammies.

Too shocked and embarrassed from the last several minutes, the raccoon barely resisted his friend, his head swimming with the relief of that painful ache in his guts and with the comforting heat washing his sheath and balls as his bladder began to let go as well, adding the scent of the boy's urine to the air. As Mike rutted and ground against his bottom he slipped a paw back between his own thighs, marveling to find himself swollen and throbbing inside his diaper.

"M-mike," he gasped, rocking and bumping against the bed, "F-feels good now..."

The wolf nodded, panting, "I-I know Peter," his clumsy rutting speeding up a little, his paw reaching around to shoo the raccoon's from his diaperfront to stroke and rub his friend's own trapped and needy boyhood. The two kids panted and moaned in the dark room as they worked themselves against each other.

Mike, eager lupine that he was, came in his diaper first, the wolf barely restraining his triumphant bark of release by biting his paw as he spurted and throbbed inside his padding. Peter lasted only a minute or so longer before collapsing weakly atop the bed with shivery shudders of pleasure running through him, his padding soaking and hot from his complete usage of the thick garment.

Nuzzling his friend's ears, Mike murmured, "C'mon Peter... you can sleep with me tonight."

All the young raccoon could do was blush and nod, clambering up into the wolf's bed and snuggling under the covers. His swollen, heavy diaper squelched softly as he wriggled in his mess, Peter gasping softly at the way his padding swaddled his sensitive boyhood.

Slipping into bed with him, the wolf wrapped his arms around the dirty little boy, pulling him close and whispering, "I had fun, Peter..."

Smiling shyly in the darkness, Peter replied softly, "Me too..."

When morning came, Peter would be humiliated by having to explain his infantile accident to his friend's mother, and mortified further when she insisted on helping clean him up. For now, however, he was content to rest in the wolf's arms, dirty, spent, and perfectly content, not even noticing as he drifted off he was sucking his thumb.