The moment my shoes hit the pavement, I pissed myself again.

I tried to stop myself, but the urine just kept flowing. I fell to my knees, whimpering as I clenched everything I could, but my dinkie just kept on leaking. It was as though the diaper was drawing the liquid out of my bladder, even as it stretched to contain my... enhanced self.

“You gonna stay there, messy boy?” I shuddered, my stream picking up a little force at those seemingly magic words. “I was planning on taking you to the toy store if you were good~...”

I blushed hard, but stood back up and followed after Ba-- no, he was Daddy now. The Eastern dragon looked nothing like me – well, save for the fact that we were both now sporting obvious tents – but for some reason, I needed his help in this twisted world. I wasn’t even able to pull my diaper down, much less change it; it was as though there was some mental block that kept me from fussing with it.

And so it was that I, a young adult rat wearing a Sex Pistols t-shirt and a tented yellowing diaper that read “BABY,” ran after the not-much-older dragon I knew could at least help keep me somewhat dry.

When I caught up with him, Daddy ruffled my hair. “I knew that’d get your attention, champ.”

I batted him away, trying to straighten it back out. “D-- Da-- look, I’m only doing this because right now I don’t seem to have a choice.”

He turned to look at me. “What do you mean? You could’ve stayed in the car, but then you’d miss out on all the fun and excitement.”

I blushed, shaking my head and moving ahead of him, trying not to think about how wonderful that warm padding felt as it rubbed against my balls. “Ba-- Baaaa-- Fucking... Look, you know that’s not what I meant!”

“Fred!” He looked at me sternly. “Watch your language!”

“Daaaaaaaaddy...” I winced, my dinkie visibly lurching against its padding. “I-- I’m twenty years old. I can... I can say what I want...”

He put his right hand on my shoulder and wagged his other finger at me. “Not if you want to see that toy store, you can’t.”

I wanted to protest – really, I did – but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to. Here I was, twenty years old, and I had been silenced by a threat to deny me a trip to the freaking toy store. Blushing and looking away from him in embarrassment, I moved aside, letting him continue.

The rest of the walk to the mall – he’d parked pretty far out, so it was quite a hike – I took in silence, following behind Daddy, ashamed of myself. I was completely unable to stop urinating, my diaper’s padding somehow soaking it all up but bulging obscenely in the process. About halfway there, my tent was pretty well-hidden behind the swollen yellow plastic, the stretching material making the derogatory décor stand out that much more. By the time we reached the entrance, I was walking somewhat bow-legged just to keep from rubbing against it too much. Still, as embarrassing as it was, I had to admit every second felt phenomenal as it squelched against my fur. I was pretty sure even the padding against my rear was inflated with fluid, my tail lifting a little to keep it out of the way as well.

Daddy got to the door and turned back to me, his turgid dick – his was a proper cock, unlike my messy dinkie, for some reason – straining just as lewdly against his briefs as before. I couldn’t help but stare at it, my own augmented bits pulsing in desperation, still so aroused even after such a hard climax just moments ago. I couldn’t help but think that perhaps the diaper had something to do with that, my body’s interests and needs having shifted so much. “Aww, looks like Freddy’s going to need another diapie change soon!”

His words made me blush hard, a stream of pre interrupting my urine for a moment, but they were true. “L-- Look, let’s just... do what we need to do, okay? Please?”

He smirked, opening the door and motioning me in. “Alright, but tell me when you want clean padding.”

I kept my eyes on the floor as we entered, my cheeks blazing red in embarrassment. Not only was I in public in a diaper, but I was pissing uncontrollably and getting more aroused by the second. I clenched my hands into fists just to keep them steady, only keeping up with Daddy by watching his tail as it drifted back and forth in my field of vision. My ears, however, were picking up all sorts of pieces of conversation around me.

“Oh my, is he in diapers?”

“Such a messy boy...”

“L-- Look at his pee...”

“Such a naughty dinkie...”

I started panting, the clear looks I was getting and the praise – especially that in the form of those special words – just made me so yiffy I could barely stand it. By the time we’d reached a directory kiosk, I was having difficulty keeping my hands still. “S-- So bad... so m-- messy...”

“Hmm? What is it, kiddo?” Daddy turned from the map, smirking as he watched me struggle to keep my hands off my padding. “Aww, is a widdle Fweddy gonna cum? Does his dinkie need to spurt?”

I groaned, my hands winning the fight and beginning to grope over my swollen diaper front, trying to please my throbbing dinkie. “Nngh, D-- Daddy please, I-- I need to... so full...” Indeed, at this point it was actually getting difficult to walk with how bloated and heavy my diaper was, the middle beginning to sag it was laden with so much piss.

He just smiled and took me by the hand. “It’s okay hun; let’s run to the bathroom real quick and get you changed.”

I nodded, feeling a little light-headed as he led me in the direction of what I could only assume was the bathroom. Honestly, he could have led me to a broom closet for all I cared; I just needed to cum so badly. It felt like my escaping fluids at this point were half urine, half pre, again all being pulled out of me almost against my will by that heavenly soaked padding.

The strange switch-back path covered in nondescript gray tile informed me that Daddy had taken me to the right place. The sounds I heard within, however, made me break my staring contest with the floor.

There were two long counters along opposing walls, both ending in a series of stalls. The one to the left I’d expected; it was a line of sinks. The other, however, is where everyone seemed to be gathered, indeed a small crowd surrounding it. Several of those in the outer ring were wearing diapers like me, a few just as wet and messy as I was; there were quite a few, I could tell, who were wearing them under pants as well, that tell-tale crinkling driving me mad with lust.

“Alright guys, look out; got a messy boy coming through!” Daddy maneuvered through the crowd, which split for him when he mentioned those words.

“Oh gawd, a messy boy...”

“Nngh, he-- he’s in D-- DIAPERS...”

“I-- I’m cumming!”

I blushed hard and looked at the counter. To either side of me was another full-grown man lying back as men of similar ages – some actually looking a little younger – were fitting them into new diapers. What shocked me the most was, all of the ones standing in front of the counter were clad similarly to Daddy – tight, bulging, tented briefs. They were all just as hard as the men on the table.

“Alright Fred, hop up on the counter and we’ll change your diaper.”

I nodded, picking myself up and sitting down, my padding squishing wetly against my rear. I blushed hard, moaning softly as the material pressed up against my taint, my dinkie’s spurt of pre making an audible THWAP against the inside of my diaper. I needed it bad.

 Daddy eased me back, and it was strangely only then that I noticed the mirror. Whereas the sink side had a mirror spanning the length and height of the wall, the changing side had a mirror spanning the length of the ceiling. Being able to see all those guys, those... messy boys getting changed, their dinkies hard and throbbing, some of them growing as their Daddies fumbled in their diaper bags for something... I couldn’t help myself.

I cried out, thrusting weakly upwards against my drenched padding as my dinkie erupted; my balls rolled up, emptying their already-massive load for the second time today. I could feel the first burst splat off the front of my diaper, distending it a little as the flow was directed right back against my abs, easily coating them in spunk. The second rope was thicker, longer, more forceful, drawing yet another lustful moan from my lips; I bucked hard once again, my spunk drooling down between my thighs it was getting so copious.

My climax lasted for a good minute, and even through my own desperate vocalizations I could hear others in the crowd following suit. I knew we were all in this together – we were all messy boys.

Daddy waited for me to finish riding out my orgasm, such a patient, loving caretaker. When it was clear my balls were spent for the moment, he untaped my diaper and pulled the front down. The moment the padding left my dinkie, I stopped peeing, the desperate need giving way to what I understood was only a brief respite.

Looking up at myself in the mirror, I gulped at what I saw. The padding was completely swollen, looking like it might have burst had Daddy not removed it when he did; not only that, but the coating of seed I’d just given myself was immense, the fluid beginning to drool down my front, no longer restrained by the waistband.

Daddy took the messy garment and tossed it into a hole to the side, clearly a trash receptacle, then bent over the side of the table, his tail hiking up almost automatically. I blushed, trying not to imagine what might be visible from the other side, only to realize soon thereafter that imagination wasn’t necessary – the line of mirrors in front of the sinks defined the dragon’s firm, tight ass perfectly. His briefs were even wedged in there a little, just enough to highlight his crack. My dinkie spat again, the pre hitting me in the lower jaw and drawing my attention down to it for a moment.

I gasped at what I saw – my balls, which had been admittedly pretty large to begin with, what with my rat genetics – were huge, each the size of a softball and growing. I knew the diaper had stopped my growth somehow, but this was quite obscene. My dinkie had grown to a full foot and a half, the glans an angry crimson as it approached my face, threatening to hit me again. Of course, there was no way to stop my lusts; everywhere I looked in this restroom, I was reminded of sex. The men to either side of me, their own massive, drooling dinkies twitching with need; the mirror above, reflecting my own intense messiness for all who cared to see; the mirror across the room, showing off Daddy’s wonderful, almost-willing rear; even the wall behind me, whose tiles I noticed were adorned with pastel images of circus animals with straining, spurting dinkies, seemed to tease my condition on.

“Ah, here we are!” Daddy finally stood back up, a towel draped over his arm, a diaper in one hand, and the powder in the other. Just the sight of that clean garment made me squirm; I wanted to mess it so badly...

He set everything down and immediately began cleaning me up, the towel doing a surprisingly good job of getting my seed out of my fur. It wasn’t perfect, but at least I wasn’t wet any more. Next, he picked the diaper back up, unfolding it. I watched, biting my lip, my bladder already beginning to fill in anticipation; it was almost like he was trying to excite me, wanting me to want it. I squirmed a little on the counter, my growing dinkie launching a dollop against the wall in protest. I was starting to worry; any bigger, and I might not fit. What if I needed another change? Hell, at this rate I absolutely would.

Just as I was about to cry out in need, he placed the garment on the counter in front of me, picking up the towel again and placing it on the tip of my dinkie. I grunted a little bit, grinding against the material; Daddy, slick as ever, used the opportunity to slip the diaper under my rump.

Again, that fresh padding hit my rear and I was off. I closed my eyes and squealed as I came for the second time in as many minutes into the towel Daddy was holding. I kicked and thrust, trying simultaneously to stop myself and, for some reason, to make a bigger mess, my load every bit as fruitful and long as it had been just moments ago. I clawed at the counter, panting and whining, my dinkie lurching in Daddy’s grip, until finally, another minute later, my climax waned.

“See, sport? Gotta be prepared for these things, so I don’t have to clean up a bigger mess.” He stuck his tongue out at me, and I smiled weakly.

He pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs, fastening the tape to it, then sat me up. Again, I couldn’t help but piss into the thing, my bladder urged to release constantly by the inviting padding. “All done! And for being such a good sport, you get a cookie!”

I smiled, celebrating a little internally. Daddy’s cookies were the best, I knew. I hopped down off the counter, practically dancing through the crowd as he put everything away and fetched the tasty snack. “Here you go, champ! I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

I took it from him gleefully. A few minutes ago, I would have questioned why I was getting so excited over something as trivial as this, but in this moment it felt like the greatest reward I could have gotten, quickly gobbling it up while Daddy was busy. As he dried his hands, I swallowed, the sugary goodness still lingering in my mouth, though another strangely familiar flavor came out in the aftertaste. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but shrugged it off as Daddy took my hand and led me from the restroom.

My stride renewed and my diaper yellowing already, I began to look forward to the possibility of a toy store. Maybe it really was what I needed. As I thought this, however, I felt something strange – a warmth, originating in my stomach. I stopped, Daddy stopping as well and looking back at me. “You feeling okay?”

I grimaced a little as that warmth got stronger, then blushed as I felt it travel down; my blood seemed to stop in my veins, only to begin to slowly make its way towards that warmth, everything congealing in my crotch. I bent over, gasping as my dinkie – still hard, mind you – seemed to pulse with new vitality, my balls suddenly full of my seed and aching to spill it. I moaned lewdly, my hands immediately rubbing the front of my diaper in desperation, my dinkie again alternating between pre and urine.

“Aww, is Freddy feeling that cookie already?” Daddy just smiled and extended his hand. “Alright, we’ll just go to the toy store, then; that’s really why I came here anyway. I wanted to spend some time with my special guy!”

I gritted my teeth, taking Daddy’s hand. This day was going to be longer than I’d thought.