I woke up that morning and the world was wrong.

Don't ask me how; honestly, at the time I was only vaguely aware of something unusual lurking in the corners of reality. Something about the way my room looked, the way it smelled... I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something wasn't right.

When I stepped out of my bedroom, the house I was in seemed less familiar. I brushed over myself quickly with my paws, making sure it wasn't just me. Big ears, jutting muzzle, grey fur, long hairless tail... yep, I was the normal rat I'd always been. Name was Fredrick, and I was twenty years old from what I knew of myself. I was also sporting a bit of morning wood, but I wasn't about to fault myself for that; being my age and a typical guy, such things were commonplace.

As I looked around the hall I found myself in, I recognized a considerable amount; the paint color was the same, as was really the general layout. The problem lay in the fact that all the furniture I’d remembered being here was gone. This by itself was quite unusual and might have had me worried had the place not been so absolutely neat; there weren’t even divots in the carpet to indicate anything had been there in the first place. Something strange was definitely going on here, but I still wasn’t sure what exactly.

Quite suddenly, it was brought to my attention that I’d just woken up for the day – meaning I had just spent the past eight hours or so without having used the toilet. I walked briskly to the bathroom,each step accentuating my need to relieve my bladder. The urgency I felt wasn’t normal either, but I chocked it up to perhaps having had one too many drinks the night before. Opening the door to the toilet with some speed, I closed it just as quickly, barely making note of anything but where the toilet itself was. I lowered my boxers, aiming as best I could with my morning wood, and letting loose.

The stream lasted quite some time; I actually had to prop myself up on the back of the john just to keep my balance. I couldn’t remember urinating ever feeling so good, so refreshing, but for the moment I didn’t care too much. Finally, I seemed to have emptied my bladder; I pulled my boxers back up and made my way back to my bedroom to get some clothes on. This was the weekend, after all; my present plans involved hanging out at the mall with some friends.

My wardrobe seemed to have not changed in the slightest, and for a moment I began to wonder if maybe I’d just been delirious; stranger things had happened after all, and besides, I had just woken up. Shrugging off the strange feeling, I pulled out a pair of tight-fitting grey jeans and a black screen-printed t-shirt, along with a fresh pair each of boxers and socks.

There was a knock at my bedroom door. “Fredrick? Are you in there?” That voice... I knew it belonged to one of my friends, an eastern dragon by the name of Baph. He must have come by a little early to pick me up.

“Yeah Baph, I’m in here; I’ll be out in just a second!” I hurriedly pulled up my boxers, snapping the waistband over my persistent morning wood, donned the socks and pants, finally pulling the shirt on over my head. Last, I grabbed my shoes from behind the door and hurriedly thrust them on my feet, not even bothering to tie them. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times to straighten it out a little bit, then ran out the door.

What I saw in the hallway made me stop clean in my tracks. It had been Baph, all right, but his choice of clothing... well, it could hardly be called such, really. The dragon was sporting a single, very tight, red pair of briefs. What made matters worse, he was packing the most obvious erection, the thing straining against the front of his underwear lewdly.

Now, this wasn’t anything I hadn’t already seen – Baph and I had fooled around a little in the past, and while he determined at the time that he wasn’t actually gay, he and I both knew I was. As a matter of fact, the sight was making me feel a little turned on, but I tried to push that aside for now. I just wondered why he was standing in the middle of the hallway wearing this sort of thing. “Baph, what the hell? Where are your clothes?”

He turned to face me, cocking an eyebrow in what appeared to be confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Baph, I thought we were going to the mall today.”

He put his hands on his hips, tapping his index finger against his waist as though something I’d said had irritated him. “Of course we’re going to the mall today. Why, what’s wrong?”

I pointed to his midsection. “You... You plan on just going out like that? Wait a minute, don’t tell me you came all the way here wearing just that...”

He cocked his eyebrow again. “Yes, I came all the way to your bedroom wearing this. Are you feeling alright, kid?”

I blinked, looking at the dragon blankly. “Don’t call me that. And what do you mean? Oh geez, you didn’t let my parents see you wearing that, did you?”

His expression turned to one of genuine concern. “Freddy, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re not making any sense.”

I threw up my arms in defeat. “Alright, fine, I guess we can go to the mall with you looking like that; at the very least, you’re wearing something. Let’s go.”

I led the way, Baph following behind but keeping his silence until we got outside. “You know, if you aren’t feeling well, maybe we shouldn’t go; it can wait until another day.”

I turned around, feeling a little exasperated at this point. “Baph, I feel fine. Please, can we go now?”

He furrowed his brow, but nodded.

The house I lived in was somewhat out of the way; surrounded partially by forest, the driveway was particularly long, so I wasn’t too terribly surprised to see Baph’s car parked on it. What I did find unusual, however, was that I didn’t see either of my parents’ cars. Did they have plans I’d forgotten about? At this point, anything could have been possible; maybe I’d had something the night before that just hadn’t sat well in my stomach, and that’s why everything seemed so out-of-place. Maybe it would go away after a few hours.

Of course, turning around to see my friend’s barely-concealed hard-on as he approached the car made me question that as well. I had known him to be incredibly yiffy – it took very little to get the dragon aroused – but this was an entirely different animal I was seeing. While he may have been incredibly open in private about his sexuality, going out in public like that seemed like the last thing he’d do. The sight wasn’t exactly helping my own arousal either, which for some reason had persisted this entire time. I looked away, swiftly getting into the car; no use questioning what he was bound and determined to do. He got in beside me, started it up, and began backing down the driveway.

As we reached the road and began moving towards our destination, I realized I had to pee again. Seeing as I had just gone less than half an hour ago, I didn’t think too much of it at first; however, my bladder seemed to be filling much more quickly than usual. Within minutes, I was squirming in my seat, trying not to let on what kind of a dire situation I found myself in. I wasn’t succeeding.

“You okay there, guy?” Baph didn’t remove his eyes from the road, but he must have been able to see my movements through the corner of his eye. “You seem awfully wiggly.”

I couldn’t help but blush under my fur; “It’s nothing, really. Let’s just get to the mall.”

He shrugged. “Alright, if you say so, champ.”

My ears perked, and I looked over at him curiously. Had... Had my friend just called me... champ!? In that moment of lost concentration however, I managed to lose control of my bladder. I couldn’t help but moan softly as I pissed myself, the release of all that pressure at least providing me with a sense of relief; however, as the intense stream ended, I looked down in shame, blushing furiously at what I had just done. Not only had I peed myself, but I had done so while sitting right next to a good friend, in his car!

What happened next, however, didn’t make any sense to me at all. This entire time, my arousal hadn’t gone down; if anything, it somewhat felt as though it were increasing slowly. Well, with my wet jeans pressed against my legs, the urine still warm, it made me feel... yiffier, somehow. I again began squirming in my seat, this time trying to keep myself somewhat calm in this incredibly unorthodox situation.

This time, the movement was enough to make Baph glance over. I hid my face in embarrassment, practically feeling his eyes on my drenched pants. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, and I looked back at him sheepishly. “I forgot to put it on this morning, didn’t I...”

“Wh-- What do you mean?” I looked down at my sopping trousers, then back up at him, trying to ignore the desperate throbbing of my cock. “Aren’t you... mad at me? Disgusted?”

He smiled, glancing back down at me. “Now why would I be mad at you, kiddo? You couldn’t help it, and I knew better. I should have made sure you had a diaper on before we left the house.”

I blushed hard at that statement and looked over at him furiously. “Baph, what the hell! I’m sorry I pissed in your car, okay? You don’t think I feel bad enough about it? You don’t have to mock me!” In spite of myself however, I could feel my arousal continuing to build.

He looked over at me, completely taking his eyes off the road, clearly surprised by what I had said. “Excuse me, young man?” He turned back to face the road, occasionally glancing down at me. “You know just as well as I do you need diapers. Remember, we tried to wean you off them when you were thirteen, but you just kept piddling your pants. You’re just a messy boy, and we have to accept that.”

I wiggled about in my seat as my friend told me these things, blushing a little harder at the phrase “messy boy”; for some reason, that made my dick jump. But even so, not a single bit of what he’d said was true! “Baph, what are you talking about?”

“And that’s another thing: Why do you keep calling me Baph?”

I blinked a few times and stared at him. “But, isn’t that... I mean, isn’t that your name?”

His brow furrowed again. “Yes it’s my name, but you don’t call me that; you call me Daddy!”

I doubled over in my seat, left leg kicking at the underside of the now wet upholstery pad as I fought back what felt like might have been an orgasm; my shaft strained even harder against my soaked boxers, that word, especially associated with my friend, seeming to spike my unusual lust. Groaning in my attempt to recover, I slowly sat back upright in time to see us pull into the mall parking lot. “D-- Da--” I had to stop myself, lest I lose control of my libido. “I-- You’re not my... my father...”

Baph shook his head, his expression again turning to concern. “Little bud, I thought you loved your Daddy.” He quickly found a parking spot, pulling in and turning the car off. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

I shrunk away from him, pressing myself against the door. “B-- Baph, seriously, what are you doing? This isn’t funny; you’re starting to scare me! And what did you slip me while I was asleep? Why am I so hard!?” I covered my mouth in embarrassment, blushing; why had I just admitted that? I silently hoped no one outside the vehicle heard, but there was a growing piece of me buried deep inside that hoped someone had. I shook my head to try to clear my thoughts.

Baph just smiled and opened his door, stepping out into broad daylight with his briefs lewdly tented. “Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll feel loads better once we get you padded.” He moved towards the back of his car, opening the trunk. I sat still against the car door, trying to wrap my head around what was going on. This had to be a dream! Trying to wake myself, however, proved quite fruitless.

“Why are you pinching your arm?” I yelped and fell forward onto the seat, scooting away from the door; while I wasn’t paying attention, Baph had come around and was now peering through my window. “Did you get a bug bite?” He held up a pastel-colored bag that appeared to be made of padded plastic, the sides decorated with various childish playthings. “C’mon out bud, and we’ll get you suited up in no time!”

I stayed glued to the seat, as much as my lust seemed to want me to do otherwise; as if to add further drive, I could feel my bladder filling again, that rapid increase in pressure making me bite my lip. Still, there was no way I was going to wear diapers, much less in public! “N-- No Baph, seriously...”

“It’s Daddy, Fred.”

“You’re n-- not my... my D--”

“Fredrick.” His face turned quite stern, which contrasted harshly with his clothing aesthetic. He opened the door and backed away. “Get out here now.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I was already scooting myself along the seat towards the door. I tried to stop myself, but my body wasn’t responding to my direction. “Wh-- Baph, what...”

He stood back to provide me room to get out. “Fredrick, you will call me Daddy. Understand?”

I stood outside the car, face beet red as I tried to cover my soaked pants while simultaneously trying to keep from pissing them again. “Y-- N-- Nnnyyes, Daddy. Wait, no! B-- Ba-- What are--”

“Good.” I winced, a wave of pleasure washing through me and threatening to make me lose concentration on my bladder. “Now-- Fredrick, do you need to tinkle again?”

I looked up at him pleadingly, not wanting to admit even to myself that I was about to wet my pants a second time. “Y-- Yes...”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at my humiliated form. “Oh, don’t be so shy about it, boy; you’re a messy boy, remember?” There were those words again, making my cock heave against the fabric of my pants, my balls aching with need. “Go ahead and pee again; I’m not about to let you hit me with that stream while I’m changing you.”

I shook my head, but it was too late; my bladder compressed at his order, the urine draining down my leg in a rather obvious stream. My blush deepened, only vaguely wondering how it was possible for me to be pissing this long when I’d just wet myself only moments ago. The public nature of my urination almost didn’t register.

“Good! Now take off your pants and get on the hood of the car.”

I yelped in shock and horror as my hands began obeying the direction even before I could process it. “Ba-- B-- Daaaaaaddy... I-- I can’t get naked in public! Th-- This is--” I paused as my foot lifted to pull the pantleg over my shoe - “It’s public indecency!”

Baph just smirked, his obvious erection twitching a little, almost as though his cock found this as amusing as he did. “Freddy, you don’t remember just the other day? We had to change your diaper right in front of the grocery store because your dinkie made such a mess.”

I looked up at him again, and again a look of confusion crossed my face even as my hands finished removing my pants and were moving on to my boxers. “Wait, wha-- the other-- but-- my dinkie?” The effect of this word was immediate, and every bit the same as the others – my cock lurched, now out in the open, and this time hit Baph’s car door with a rather forceful, rather large rope of pre. I shuddered, my hands not requiring much more encouragement to finish pulling off my underwear.

“Yes hon, your dinkie.” I stifled a moan. “It’s a messy one, that’s for sure. Now hurry up and get up on the hood of the car; we’ve got to get this diaper on you fast so it doesn’t grow too much.”

I braced myself on the side of Baph’s car, panting harshly as my erection pulsed and drooled angrily beneath me, my admittedly-large rodent sac flexing in anticipation; my legs moved on their own to follow Daddy’s orders, my mind still trying to wrap itself around the situation. “Din-- but it’s my... my cock... wait, grow?” I didn’t want to look down to verify, afraid I might hit myself in the face with the next spurt of pre, but as I moved, things did feel a little heftier down there. “Mmpf, Ba-- D-- Daaaddy... oh gawd, help...”

He patted the hood of his car, and I turned around obediently and lifted my bare rump on top of the sun-warmed metal. I had to admit, it felt pretty good, especially against my definitely-swelling testicles. “Alright, now lay back.” As I obliged, Baph set the bag down next to me and began digging. I lifted my shirt slightly, my swollen prick’s line of lubrication inching closer to it as the organ itself expanded before my eyes.

“D-- Daddy, why... why is my junk growing?”

“Sport, I told you, that’s your dinkie--” Throb. “-- and it’s growing because it needs a diaper to contain its mess.” He re-emerged from the bag, a smile of victory on his face as he produced a white plastic container in his right hand – baby powder. His other was still in the bag, but I heard a definitive crinkle when it moved; the sound again seemed to go straight for my cock, a jet of pre splatting rather messily against Baph’s windshield. I stared in shock at the impact, then looked back down at my twitching shaft. “Oh my, somebody needs this! Now spread your legs for me.”

 Baph’s execution was amazing. In a rather swift motion, he had that crinkly pouch out and unfolded, ready for me. He lifted my rear off the car and slid the garment under. The moment my fur hit that padding, it was like a bolt shooting through my body as I arched up, my di-- dinkie lurching upward and erupting all over the front of Baph’s car; I yowled out in surprise and pleasure, my balls drawing up and unleashing their load for all to see. I had never orgasmed that powerfully before; something about the diaper beneath me seemed to concentrate all the tension that had been building and let it loose.

Baph – no, he was Daddy now – patiently waited for my climax to wane, pulled out a towel to wipe up the mess that ended up getting on me, and powdered my underside before quickly seizing the opportunity to tape the diaper up over my recovering length. It was a good thing he did, too; within seconds of the material hitting it, my dinkie was hard as a rock again.

“Alright kiddo, get down and let’s go shopping!” I gulped, seriously concerned about what was to come. Looking down over myself, the diaper Daddy had put on me was over-the-top, the padding pushing out from all sides; at least it managed to hide my dinkie. The front was adorned with a pair of crossed rattles, the tops of which rested over my balls; above that was a set of alphabet blocks that spelled out “BABY.” What if my friends saw me like this!

And then there was Daddy; sexy as it was, his briefs-tent was not exactly appropriate for such a public venue. He wasn’t even wearing shoes! What if there were some perv-- you know what, never mind that concern.

As I felt my bladder beginning to fill again, I took a deep breath and jumped off the hood. Whatever this strange world’s mall had in store, I’d have to be ready.