Something Different
#5 of Something fetishy
3rd part to the Something More series. I wanted it to do something different, hence the title. You can probably read this one without reading the previous ones.
Max walked into the Lucky Jar bar, cell phone in hand. He tried his best to look good for Anna tonight. He wore a vest and styled his hair - something that he rarely did even for his work at the police station. He'd thought of whether he should wear a diaper, but decided against it. He'd regained some control in the few hours, and he had no plans of looking ridiculous in public.
The bartender, a fit and well-kept otter gazed at him strangely. "Good evening," he greeted, "can I get you something?"
The police dog shook his head in response. "Maybe in a little bit. My friend is meeting me here." A drink honestly didn't sound too bad, but it would reflect badly on him if he got drunk before Anna even got there.
"A friend, huh? " he asked, very curiously, as if there were something strange about that.
Max's instincts were firing. Something wasn't quite right, but he didn't like confrontation, so he let it go. "Yes. She should be here in a bit."
The otter's eyebrow raised, but he dropped it.
"6:05 pm," the canine read. He texted Anna before coming, but she hadn't responded. He hoped she was alright.
Ten more minutes and the bartender came back over. "You sure you don't want anything while you wait?"
Max tensed, but he was feeling awfully thirsty. A drink couldn't hurt. "I guess I could have a whiskey and it wouldn't hurt."
"Any particular brand you like?"
"Whatever's cheapest. You learn not to be picky on a government wage," he laughed.
The otter smiled in return, pouring him a full glass of labelless drink before swigging down the last 1/4 of the bottle.
Max responded in kind, downing the glass effortlessly.
"Impressive," the bartender smiled. "Army?"
"Cop," Max replied. The question made the police officer size this otter up once more. "And yourself?"
"Ex-Marine. I used to drink this stuff all the time. What brings you here, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Just meeting a friend. She chose this place."
"I see...Well I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, mate, but I think she's not coming."
Max's hackles raised a bit at the comment. Would Anna honestly do that to him? Why? That'd be such a strange way to blow him off.
"Sorry!" the otter continued apologetically, "I didn't mean to make you worry. Maybe she didn't know about this place before she invited you...It's just that most guys that get invited here by a girl are due to a joke."
The cop resurveyed his surroundings, feeling an odd aura about the place that he's surprised he didn't pick up on before. "Is this...a gay bar?"
"Ahem...uh, yeah," the otter bashfully replied. "Look, if it makes you uncomfortable, you can go. I'll comp your drink."
It was Max's turn to be apologetic. "Oh no! I mean...not oh no! I mean I don't have anything against gay people. One of my coworkers is gay! Anna is a good friend of mine. She's probably just late. I'll stay."
The look on the bartender's face was very confused at this point. "Sorry to worry you, then. My name's Kip. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Not at all," Max lied. Something told him that even if Anna didn't show, he'd met a good person tonight.
The continued on for a long while, and Anna still hadn't shown. By Max's watch, it was already 9pm, and his conversation with the bartender had extended a bit. He and several bar patrons began sharing 'war stories' of their careers. It turned out that a large number of the customers were former servicemembers due to the proximity to the naval base.
By midnight, only a small group of people were left - namely those chatting at the bar, Max included. The others slowly drifted away as the bar began to close, leaving only Max and Kip.
"I hate to say this, but I think she forgot," Kip laughed.
"Heh, seems that way," Max mimed. Anna always used to do this. They rarely ever saw each other in public, and when they did, it was always just the two of them. He didn't know why this time would be any different.
"So, what does this 'Anna' mean to you?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It's not like I'm in love with her or anything. She likes to tease me a bit, and I guess I really like that. But otherwise, we're just really good friends."
"What about a wife? Kids?"
"Nope and nope! I never found anyone that really interested me. The last time I dated was back when I was 17 years old in high school. My god! I haven't dated longer than your youngest patrons have been alive!" Max chuckled.
"Wait a second, just how old are you?" Kip jeered, "I thought you were in your late 20s"
"38, pal. Don't give me any gripe about it, though. I get enough of that at work."
"As if I would. What's your secret? I haven't been able to get a date with anyone since I turned 30."
"Vodka every morning and whiskey every night!"
"Well that can't be it. I already do that!"
"I find that hard to believe. You're much nicer than my coworker, and he has a new boyfriend at least once a week."
"Oh stop!" the otter blushed.
Max was frankly astonished. He'd always been quiet. It took a lot just to get him to speak, but here he'd been talking nearly nonstop for an entire night. It was strange, because he'd tried the bar scene before. Normally, he'd just sit there awkwardly as some oaf poured him overpriced drinks. This felt very different from that.
"So...I have to ask. Have you ever had a...guy?"
Max tilted his head at the question. "What do you mean?"
It was hard to tell that Kip was a marine at this point. He was burning up rather badly and his ears were tilted down over his head. "Well, um...it's just...you're rather attractive and I was thinking that I would like to see you again some time."
"You mean...like a date?" Max's pace raced and he felt very nervous and nauseous all of a sudden.
"Oh no! Nonono!" Kip shook his head. "I'm not a predatory gay. I just...enjoy your company is all." In reality, Kip was asking, but he couldn't bring himself to ask straightforward.
Max relaxed a bit. "I'd like that. Frankly...I haven't talked to anyone like this in a long time. This was very nice."
"Me too! Normally I just pour the drinks, but you're quite charming, Mr. Police dog...Max, was it?"
He nodded in response.
'That's a good name for a police dog."
His tail wagged against his wish, albeit sluggishly due to the drinks he'd had.
"How cute!"
Max blushed. He didn't feel ashamed somehow. This was how he felt with Anna, only this guy wasn't teasing him. A sudden rush drew his attention, however. He felt a warmth growing between his legs. "No!" he thought. He didn't know what to say at this point, or even if Kip had noticed. Everything was moving so slowly. Without a noise, Max dropped money onto the counter for the tab and hurried out. Kip was saying something behind him, but he couldn't hear him. He didn't want to hear the teasing.
Max laid down in his car, trying to hide in the backseat. He obviously wasn't going to drive anytime in the next few hours, but home was too far to walk to. His vehicle was parked right behind the bar, so he knew that the otter could easily find him...and surely enough...
Kip knocked on the window. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Max faked that he was asleep. He couldn't possibly say anything to deny what had just happened.
"If you're awake, I need you to tell me," he asked, "you're a cop. You know the rules. If you're in the vehicle while intoxicated, even if you're asleep, it's a crime. And I'd really rather not have to call the police. I can't legally leave you here."
"Damnit," Max thought, "what to do?"
"If this is about the whole 'wet pants' thing, don't sweat it. This isn't the first time it's happened. It happens sometimes when you're drunk. If you come out of the car, we can get you cleaned up and I can let you sleep on my couch."
"A-alright," Max responded after several long seconds. He popped open the door and expected Kip to tease him, but the expression on the otter's face hadn't changed. He looked concerned and nothing else.
The much more sober Kip led Max back into the bar and into the employee locker room.
"There's a set of clothes in locker number 1 that should fit you. I sometimes work out before coming here, so I keep a pair in there."
Surely enough, Max found the clothes. They were a little thinner than his own, but they fit. And more importantly, they were dry. After wiping himself down with paper towels and wetnaps, he quickly donned the snug outfit.
Kip was waiting patiently outside as Max stepped out in his clothes. "Looking handsome. I like your shirt." he joked.
Max managed a smile, despite the situation.
"Let's go. My house is right down the block."
"Right."
"So, does that happen often?" Kip asked.
His gut tensed up. Here comes the teasing.
"Don't get me wrong. I don't mean to pry. It's just, if you're going to be on my couch, I need to know if you need me to get you anything if it does."
Max tilted his head, "you mean, you aren't going to make fun of me for it?"
"Why would I? I thought your reaction was fairly cute. I've been known to like a guy doing that sort of thing from time to time." Kip blushed as soon as he said it, perhaps being a little too open about his feelings on that.
"Thanks," Max muttered, growing a little shy from the comment.
"But um...yeah...you haven't answered?"
Max gulped, "I might've...had a few accidents in the last couple days."
The bartender smiled. "I happen to have a plastic sheet you can use. It's not too comfortable, but if you think you'll have an accident again, it's yours to use."
"Might be a good idea," Max said in a near-whisper, tucking his tail down and hanging his head."
"We're here," the otter said with a smile as he hopped up the stairs to a small townhouse. As the door opened, Kip waved inwards, "come on in."
The inside was humble. There were a few pictures of Kip in his Marine Blues, looking rather dashing. High school and college graduation photos. The room was humbly furnished with a pair of recliners and a comfy couch.
"Thank you," Max bowed, suddenly feeling rather strange about this place, as if there were more to it. He tried his best to ignore it.
"Any time, for such a handsome cop. If you need to use the bathroom, it's the first door on the right down that hallway. Give me a second to get you some sheets and you can use the couch."
Kip disappeared for a few seconds, but came back holding what was promised, even going so far as to throw the sheets on the couch for Max (not forgetting the plastic sheet).
"Good night, Max." the otter cried as he left the room and turned off the light.
"You too, Kip." Max oddly didn't feel out of place here. In fact, he normally had trouble sleeping anywhere aside from his home. Within moments of laying his head on the couch, he'd fallen asleep.
Max woke up in the middle of the night, feeling an intense urge. He hadn't had an accident yet, but he knew it was coming. He bolted up and down the hallway to the second door. He fumbled around in the darkness. This room was far too big to be a restroom, but he couldn't find the lightswitch to find out where he was. He whimpered, trying to hold it in, but couldn't hold it back for long. He whimpered as he tucked his legs inward and began wetting himself.
The lightswitch turned on and Kip was standing in the doorway in just his boxers, rubbing his eyes. Without his clothes on, the otter was rather built, but Max wasn't in a condition to notice that. "You alright, Max- oh." It took him a moment, but he noticed the stain on the front of his borrowed pants.
"I- I'm sorry," Max whispered, nearly crying as the last of the pee ebbed out onto the floor.
"Hey now, it's alright. It happens. I probably should've showed you the bathroom. You ran past it. I heard the commotion.
The police dog hung his head and kept his tail tucked between his legs, ashamed of what he'd done for the second time tonight.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Come on."
Max nearly jumped as he felt Kip hold his hand and lead him to the bathroom, but he was essentially catatonic. If he hadn't, he doubted that he would've moved. He pulled some clothes from one of the closets in the bathroom and handed them to Max, releasing his paw. "I'll be outside if you need anything. You can shower if you need to. Sorry I didn't offer, earlier. I was pretty tired."
He couldn't believe what was happening. Shouldn't Kip have been mad for ruining his clothes? For having to clean up after him? He'd just met him. As he jumped into the shower, he tried his best to hurry, rubbing down quickly as to not inconvenience his host any longer. His phone read 4:00 am. It was still too early to just go home. He wouldn't be alright to drive for another 4 hours at least.
When he came out of the bathroom, Kip was there. "Here. I'll take those." The otter grabbed the soaked clothes and tossed them into a hamper. "Don't worry about the mess. I've already taken care of it."
Max was shocked senseless. "Kip..." he asked.
"What's up, Max?"
"Why are you being so nice?"
"Well, I like you. You're a cool guy."
"But I've been doing all of...this..."
Kip paused and looked as if he were debating something. "Promise not to freak out if I show you something?"
Max replied with a noncommittal shrug, "what could be worse than a grown man who can't control his bladder?"
Kip blushed at that, "I'll show you. Come with me."
Max followed, but not far, for he'd just been in this room. "This is..."
"Ahem...uh...I have...strange tastes."
Surely enough, the room he'd just been in was an oversized nursery. There was a pile of diapers like he had in his apartment, but there was also a changing table, crib, playpen, amongst other things.
It was Max's turn to go red at the sight. It didn't bother him at all, for some reason. Normally baby things set him ablush, but now that he knew he wasn't alone in this strange fetish, he felt a little more normal.
"So...uh...yeah...you haven't said anything."
"You like this stuff?"
The otter was drawn aback, not sure of what to respond. He'd already shown it, though, so he might as well be honest. "I guess, yeah. I definitely like guys a lot, but for some reason, I just can't help myself around diapers and baby stuff. I know I'm weird-"
"You're not," Max replied. He couldn't believe he was doing this, "I like diapers too. I just...I tried one on for the first time a few days ago and that's when all these accidents started happening. Anna came here and made me wear them because she knows I like them and...what are you..." Max managed a blush as he just then realized that Kip had grabbed his paw and placed it on his crotch. He felt something familiar and squeezed. The otter was wearing a diaper. "Oh..."
Kip looked away as he took a step back, "sorry. I didn't mean to...force that on you."
Max blushed as he looked away as well. "I uh-...don't suppose you have more?"
Kip's ears jumped at that and without responding he jumped and found a plain white diaper, handing it to the Doberman.
Max stammered, "if you could...you know, put it on me."
"But-" the otter's hair went on end, "okay!"
Max looked away as the otter helped him out of his clothes, his erection making his underwear especially awkward to remove. With practiced paws, Kip powdered and taped up his new diapered friend, doing his best to avoid directly touching to avoid any awkwardness.
"So...what now?" Kip asked, standing abashedly over the canine.
"Do you - want to cuddle?" Max had to muster up the courage to say.
The otter nearly jumped, grabbing up the Doberman in his arms and walking down the hallway.
"I guess that's a yes," the 'pup' wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to."
The otter's bed was much larger than his own. And much more soft. When the otter set him down and joined him, Max found his paws wander to his friend's diaper. "You're...wet?"
The otter nodded, moaning as he thrust into the Doberman's paw instinctively.
"Will you...never mind." Max started to say before meekly changing his mind.
As if the otter knew, he spooned his puppy friend, the soggy padding warming up the back of his own.
Max felt very strange. Very aroused. He didn't know what to say or do at this point, but he wanted something, so he turned around. He decided to let the flow take him as he kissed Kip.
Kip responded with a loud moan of his own, wrapping his arms around the Doberman and grinding their diapers together. Their tongues danced against each other and the aroused otter found himself similarly intrigued.
The pup's paws found themselves groping wildly - at the maw as he kissed, at his sides and they grinded against one another, and into his diaper to feel the large organ beneath.
Kip broke off the kiss, looking intensely into Max's eyes, not wanting to ask the question for fear of rejection. The pup's eyes said it all, however. He maneuvered himself around, wrapping the pup's legs around his shoulders as he began to poke a hole in Max's diaper, doing the same for the front of his.
Max moaned, feeling out of control for the first time in a long time and loving it. He didn't know if he was gay, but this felt right and fun and so very exciting. As he saw the otter's eight inch organ pop into view, he nearly doubted himself, but he'd come this far and the otter had been caring thus far. He trusted him.
The otter began to thrust against the Doberman's tailhole, lining himself up and spreading his precum into the pup's rump, lubing himself for the passage.
Max felt the slow entrance of Kip's penis into him. Very slow, very gradual. Just the tip, which made him growl out in pain that quickly subsided as the precum lubed him. The shaft was worse, but it too grew dim. Within minutes, the otter had hilted himself inside him. And no sooner, for he felt at his limit. Then, came the pleasure.
Kip slowly dragged himself out of his partner, drawing a long elated moan out of him, then pushed back in. Slowly, he repeated this process, causing the virgin to gasp out from time to time. He leaned forward to kiss his newfound playmate, groping the front of his diaper at the very hard malehood beneath.
Max grunted as he felt that paw on his cock. Then he threw his own paw up as a motion to stop.
The otter was confused, but pulled out nonetheless, afraid he'd hurt his friend.
On the contrary, Max was ready for more. The pup got on all fours, blushing as he lifted his tail out of the way.
He took the invitation gladly, remounting the pup, their diapers crinkling rather heavily with the renewed vigor of the thrusts. The otter gasped out in pleasure. He'd never actually had sex in diapers, but he knew for a fact now that he enjoyed it.
The bottom whimpered at first with the reentry, but it quickly became dulled. There was an intense pressure and it was then that the rest of Max's bladder emptied into his diaper. Blushing, but not wanting to miss the opportunity, he placed Kip's paw there, alerting him of his situation.
"That's a good boy," Kip said, nearly ready to burst as he felt the soggy diaper of another fur in his paws. He was making a good effort, but he was about to cum. He'd never gone this hard before, but the pup was enjoying it.
Max moaned as Kip's paw left his crotch, the otter speeding up his thrusts. "Oh no!" he thought, feeling a surge at his nethers. "Am I going to?" He was. He let out a loud howl as the otter slammed into his tightening insides. Without assistance, the pup came into his already soaked diaper.
Kip followed soon after, the tightening rump being too much for him as he forced his knot into the police dog, grunting as he sent wave after wave of cum into him, panting in exhaustion.
The canine leaned back to place a lick upon the maw of his tied mate, but couldn't stay awake much longer in his blissful state. Soon, the two found themselves tied to one another fast asleep.