"Mama, please-" Dustin tried to beg, but he was cut off.

"Enough, Dustin." Charlie stood in his doorway. Her agitation was clear in the raised fur on her back and tail, but she was trying hard to keep her face neutral, which Dustin did his best to focus on for his own nerves. "We made a deal. You agreed to this,and you are not getting out of it this time. This has been going on long enough."

Dustin looked down, then right, looking away first from his mother, and then from the package in his hands. He shifted uncomfortably on his paws, tail plastered to his leg as he gently felt over it. "But-"

"I said enough, Dustin!" He flinched back, and Charlie immediately relaxed, visibly softening. "Dust." She stood in thought for a few seconds. "Dustin, it's getting late. Do you want help putting one on or not?"

Dustin was sure she hadn't meant it to, but the sentence came out sharp, accusatory. He shook his head, silently.

Charlie leaned her head against the door frame, eyes screwed shut as she muttered something to herself. "It's not a punishment, Dustin," she said as she stood back up, beginning to turn away. "It's just… it'll be nicer than waking up in a wet bed. You'll see."

Dustin didn’t watch her leave, though he heard his door shut when she did, finally giving his attention to the package in his hands as her pawsteps moved away. It was bulky and soft, wrapped in brown paper, and rustled loudly with every adjustment he made in his grip. It was plain all around, save for the large blocky text on the front denoting the contents. Figuring it best to simply get it over with, Dustin tried to steady his increasingly shaking hands, and pulled hard on the end of the package.
It gave way with a loud rip, making Dustin wince in the quiet of the night. Inside and now spilling outward were bundles of puffy, dark blue padding. Coldpine Care adult diapers, size medium, overnight absorbency, fifteen count. Dustin’s ears folded back to his skull as he pulled out the first one in the pack. The first of far more than fifteen, he was already sure.
The outside felt smooth, and more solid than he’d expected. It felt bulky in his hands, and the softness only made him think of a pillow. It was big, too. A lot bigger than Dustin had thought a diaper would be, and certainly big enough to fit him.

Unfolding it only made things worse. Dustin put the pack off to the side of his bed as he folded out the one in his hands, legs crossed underneath him and nearly hidden by the seemingly unending expanse of white, quilted padding. He picked up one of the leg guards running along the edge, peeling it away from the absorbent pad, letting it stand up on its own, ridiculously tall.

It was all too much, Dustin thought, grimacing, letting the thing rest on his lap. It was too big, too thick, too loud, too much. He couldn’t wear these, he thought. He could just keep dealing with the wet sheets whenever they happened, he didn’t need this. He leaned back on his hands, making his bed rustle almost as loud as the diaper. He took a deep breath, eyes shut.

That was ridiculous, he knew. All those early mornings, waking up cold and smelly, constantly washing his bed sheets and scrubbing at his fur for an hour a day to get the stench out. That couldn’t possibly be better than a diaper, however weird it felt for now. It won’t feel weird forever either, he knew. A few days of them, and he’d probably think nothing of it. His bedwetting would practically be over, a non-issue.

He opened his eyes again, looking back at the diaper. It was big, of course, but that just meant it would fit him. It was thick, bulky, but only so it could hold everything, keep him and his bed dry. All that padding might even be comfortable, like a soft bed or a thick blanket. There was no way to know without trying, after all. Dustin slid it off his lap as he stood up. No way to know without putting it on.

He moved the package a bit further off to the side, and brought his diaper closer to the edge of the bed, turning it around so he could sit down in it. Then he hooked his thumbs into his boxers, and yanked down, pulling them off along with his jeans. It took a minute to get himself situated on the seat of his diaper, though the tail hole helped him to find it easy enough. It almost felt like an electric tingle up his spine as he sat down on it, his fur brushing against the thick padding. He stopped for a second, the sensation every bit as strange as he’d expected, though admittedly, not half as unpleasant.

He let himself down, sinking into both his diaper and his bed, leaning back and pulling the front up to cover him. Just as he’d thought when he’d pulled it out, it felt like a pillow wrapping around his pelvis. Tugging on the wings of the front and back, Dustin’s ears flattened again, feeling the pillow tightening around him.

The tapes gave him a bit of trouble. He struggled to pull the first one off of the back wing and hold the front in place, leading to frustration as his diaper kept trying to fall out away from him. After two tries, he managed to at least get the first tape attached, letting him move on to the next. On the front, all four ended up crooked and uneven, and Dustin was pretty sure two of them weren’t even on the right part of his diaper, though he was too nervous they'd tear something to try and adjust them now, and the only good thing about the tail tape was there only being one. First he couldn’t find it, then it got stuck to his actual tail. In the end, he was fairly sure there wouldn’t be any leaks, from the tail or the legs, which he briefly ran a finger along to check.

Figuring he was finally done, Dustin stood up, somewhat put off by the rustling sound and tight embrace that followed him as he did. It was hard for him to wrap his head around everything he was feeling. It was thick for a start, which he still couldn’t get over, and it felt snug, feeling a lot stiffer around his waist than any underwear he’d worn. It was just as strange to look at too, looking just as heavy and bulky as it felt. He took a few steps, pacing the length of his bed, just to test, and as he expected, every step was accompanied by a very audible crinkling, and his walking was almost more of a waddle.

He tried to bring his legs together, feeling the diaper push back against his efforts, keeping him in an awkward, spread out stance, paws apart. The noise now that it was on was just as bad, if not worse. It rustled and crinkled with every slight movement in his hips and tail, loud enough that he was sure everyone in the house would pick up on it. Looking down at the heavy, bulky, stiff nightmare he'd just put himself in, Dustin felt a whelling in his chest, of everything he'd thought before putting the thing on. It was too much, there was just no way it was worth it. Feeling his eyes watering up from the desperation in his chest, Dustin started to grab at the tapes on the front, needing the thing, the diaper, off, knowing he never should have agreed to any of this.

Just as the fist tape's vice like hold was starting to give, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Dustin froze, now keenly aware that he was standing in the middle of his floor, about to cry, in a fully exposed diaper, and suddenly the thought of anyone seeing him became far worse than that of wearing it in the first place. He debated hiding under his covers in bed, or maybe in his closet, or quickly trying to pull his pants on. Briefly he even considered leaving through the window, but he wasn't quite mad enough with fear for that. Instead, in blond desperation, he froze. Bent over himself, diaper on display, mouth agape and eyes watering, he froze. With his door completely unlocked.

There was another soft, half knock on the door, like whoever it was had decided against knocking after they made contact. The floor creaked under shifting weight, and they spoke up.

"H-hey." Dustin was somewhat surprised to hear his older brother's voice coming through the door. "Hey,uh… Mom didn't exactly tell me, but I kinda noticed with all the… commotion." There was a slight thump noise as Tyler leaned against the outside of the door. "So, I guess it's your first night wearing… those things, and I just. I just figured I'd come talk to you about it, a little."

Talking to anyone about diapers was absolutely the last thing Dustin wanted to do, and he shouted as much at his brother. At the very least he tried to. He felt as though the signal to shout had left his brain and made it down to his mouth, but right there, at the last step, it froze. Dustin choked up, trying with all his might to tell his brother to leave, but ultimately doing nothing. Still completely frozen.

Without any response, Tyler continued. "I know Mom probably gave you her whole thing about, like, 'it's better than wet sheets.' And, you know. She's right. Like, from experience, she is so right." As Tyler paused again, Dustin felt another shock, even harder than the first knock. "They're not the best thing, really. Kinda. Uncomfortably and stuff, sometimes. But it's a lot nicer than not having them on. And, and they're not that bad, really. They do… they're not that bad."

Now Dustin actually felt like he was paying attention to what was being said. Both hands still firmly on the tapes of the diaper, he straightened up a bit, turning towards the door and moving a little closer. The diaper gave off a loud crinkle of protest and, to Dustin’s horror, there was a laugh from the other side of the door. "Heh. Yeah, they do that. They're kinda loud, sometimes. They can be. But, like, just put something over them and then, really… really you're the only one who can hear it. It won't really feel like it, but you're the only one who hears it, really." In between all the stops and stutters, Dustin could hear the wavering in Tyler's voice, the cracks, and just how stilted and measured it all was, like bad script reading.

"But, uh, yeah. Yeah." The floorboards creaked as Tyler stood back up. "I just… I guess… it feels like you're alone and all, I guess. I know. But I promise that you're not. Like, I… I know what it's like, I hated it. I hated it for years. So, if you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen. And, uh, and Dimah. Dimah was real cool with me about it, when I went to her about mine, so if you don't want to talk to me, I'm sure she'll be cool about it, too. And Mom. Dad. Uncle Nolan. Any one of us, really. Just… if you need anything… yeah."

The other side of the door went silent again, save for the soft creaking on Tyler rocking on his feet. Dustin could just about see him standing there, waiting for an answer. He almost worked up the courage to give one, but the sudden sound of pawsteps leaving told him it was too late, leaving Dustin alone with his thoughts, and his diaper. He looked down at the latter once more, the former filled with how little he'd expected a diaper related pep talk, least of all from his brother. With a deep breath, he tugged on the tape he'd dumbly been hanging onto for Tyler's monolog, pulling it free with a loud popping sound and letting him readjust ever so slightly, before sticking it back down. His eyes were still watery, nose just slightly runny, and half his body was still screaming for him to take his diaper off, but he just couldn't find the will for it.

Hesitantly, he moved his hips a bit, seeing how his diaper's new fit felt. Hardly anything about it had changed, but that small adjustment felt like it had made a world of difference. It felt more secure, more supportive. The bulk and weight of his diaper were still noticeable, but it didn't feel so much like it was hanging off of him. It was still tight, and stiff, but it didn't feel quite as restrictive as he took a few crinkly steps. By far the strangest part, however, was the slight sway in his tail, which also added to the crinkling. He even found himself smiling, just slightly, at the sensation.

Trying to put that aside, he let his shirt drop, having held it up as he stared in near fascination at his padding. It only covered part of his diaper, ending just around the lower tapes, though it was notably higher in the back as his tail refused to hang limp. He tried to adjust his shirt to compensate, but it only helped so much with the lack of cooperation. It didn’t quite feel like a bad thing, though, Dustin had decided. His diaper was thick enough, heavy enough, that he didn’t feel that exposed, despite the overall lack of coverage.

He grabbed the package of diapers off his bed, walking it over to his closet. It had a lot more give now, no longer being so tightly packed with padding, and he could just about feel all the individual diapers inside, all lined up one after the other. Each and every one, Dustin realized, would be pulled out in turn, and he’d have to strap it on as he’d just finished doing with his first. He’d had the same thought earlier, but to his surprise, it didn’t sound quite as daunting as it had. He felt a little confused about it, but if his increasingly active tail was anything to go by, that confusion was mostly excitement. Being excited about diapers wasn’t how he’d expected he’d feel tonight, but it was certainly better than dreading every nightly change.

He opened the closet door, planning to set the package down on the back shelf, behind his clothes, but a small little idea stopped him. Ears flat on his head and tail making ever louder crinkles behind him, Dustin shut the closet and walked over to his dresser. His chest tightened again as he pulled open his top drawer, though it wasn't so paralyzing as before. He pushed his rather haphazardly piled underwear to one side, creating a nice open space to line up his diapers. He set them in, standing up on their side, and taking up almost half the drawer. That felt far better than hiding them in the closet.

While at his dresser, Dustin considered grabbing a pair of pants to sleep in. He looked at his diaper though, considering it. It was heavy enough that he didn’t feel exposed, and he was going to be under his covers all night anyway. With a slight smirk forcing its way onto his face, he decided there wouldn’t be much point in pants anyway. So he simply shut his newly dubbed diaper drawer, and walked over to open the door. The tightness persisted as he reached for the door handle, and he considered just leaving it shut for the night. He always slept with it open, though. There was no reason for tonight being any different. Nothing to be nervous about, nothing to hide, only better sleep than ever before. One hand on the hem of his shirt, resting against the front of his diaper, Dustin slid the door open.

The hallway outside was quiet and dark, with only a soft light coming from one of the other bedrooms further down. Dustin stood there for a moment, hovering at the door, afraid someone would suddenly pass by and see him but utterly unsure what he was planning to do if they did. Yet no one did, and he gradually gained the courage to turn away from the door, tugging at the back of his shirt just to be sure, and walk back to his bed.

Dustin felt a puff of air up his back when he sat down, the diaper shifting and crinkling around him. He smiled at the feeling. He couldn’t quite find the words for it in his head, but it felt secure, and comforting. It was strange, and not completely in an enjoyable way, and it definitely made moving and laying down feel more difficult, or at least awkward, but he also felt a little silly, for lack of a better word, for having been so afraid of them just a few minutes ago. He pulled his sheets up, feeling how his diaper kept him just a little off the mattress.

Eventually, he found that the bulk between his legs made it easiest to just lay on his back, instead of dealing with all the weird shifting and squishing from laying on his side. He lay staring up at the ceiling, one hand under his pillow, supporting his head, and the other under his sheets, pulling his shirt up and feeling over the front of his diaper. He'd probably take Tyler up on his offer to talk tomorrow, he decided. He just had too many questions not to, and maybe getting things out would help untangle the knot sitting in his chest. He patted the front of his diaper softly, getting a small chuckle at the sound of crinkling through his sheets. Either way, bedwetting won't be nearly as bad as he thought it was anymore.

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Edit; Adding in a description after upload cause I was already running late for work XP

So, fun fact, this is the single longest story, by word count, that I have created in the last three years, betting out Liminality, on my main account, by thirty-two whole words, and the next runner up by more than a thousand. I have to say, I'm kinda proud of that, being able to day that I sat down and created something with that kind of length just because I wanted to. It feels like something of a milestone for me (one that I made some years ago, but still XP)

And thank you to everyone showing your support for the story! It means so much, and I appreciate you taking the time not only to read it(not an insubstantial task, I'm sure), but to let me know you liked it(a bit quicker, but just as nice ;P). And if any of you want to reach out a little more, maybe tell me what you thought, I'd love that too! I'm always glad for any compliments, comments, or criticisms, and I'm always hoping to make my next one even better!