It wasn’t my fault Stacy Turner tripped me as I ran to get in line for bathroom break. And it certainly wasn’t my fault that I stumbled into Butch Walker, the class bully, on my way down. None of that mattered though, because when I grabbed onto his jeans to break my fall, they came down with me, revealing the pitbull’s fresh diaper to a sixth grade class suddenly roaring with laughter. “I’ll get you for that, you smelly rat,” Butch swore. “You just wait until recess! You’ll be sorry!”
I had no intention of waiting for my fate; chipmunks don’t fair well against predators almost twice their size. As soon as the bell rang, I bolted out the door and hid behind the large brick fence that shielded the school garden from the whims of playful pups on the playground. I crouched low in the corner and wrapped my tail around my legs, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t find me. But it wasn’t long before I was surrounded by Butch and his two goons, three junkyard dogs ready to give me a pounding. Or so I thought.
“You think you’re real funny, do ya?” said Butch, cracking his knuckles. “Well, let’s see how you like being a laughing stock.”
I kicked and pleaded, but the two minions held me down while the pitbull ripped off my shoes and wrestled off my khakis. Down came my boxers, my last layer of defense, leaving me utterly exposed. The blood in my cheeks sizzled.
Butch dropped his trousers and patted the swollen padding underneath. “I’ve been saving up since lunchtime,” he said, untaping the heavy diaper, kneeling down, and forcing the hot, humid cushion over my muzzle. The stench of dog urine was overwhelming, mitigated only by fragrant notes of baby powder. I fell limp as the wetness clung to my whiskers and dripped off my chin, burning my nostrils as I breathed in deeply.
“Ha! Look, he’s got a little boner!” one of the goons noticed.
“What a freak! Look how tiny he is!” the other laughed. 
“You like that, weirdo?” the pitbull sneered, pressing in harder.
I whimpered, but my awkward, 12-year-old erection showed no signs of faltering, much to my extreme chagrin.
“Let’s sweeten the deal, then,” Butch grinned, grabbing me by the ankles and lifting them over my head.
The diaper cradled my whole undercarriage in soft, wet heat when they pulled it snugly between my thighs. It squelched under my rump when they dropped my legs and taped it tightly around my waist. Butch, still naked from the waist down, put his heavy footpaw on my crotch and ground it into my hard-on. “You gonna wet your diaper, nerd?”
I squirmed under his weight, but that just made my dick slide into the inviting plush even more, all three inches of me enveloped in squishy warmth. I covered my face, mortified as my knees bent inward, my toes curling involuntarily.
“Oh, my God, I think he’s actually blowing his load!”
“Dude, that’s so pathetic! Look at him trying to hide!”
“Get up, you dork,” Butch barked, kicking the inside of my thigh. I complied, still cowering in the corner, glowing with humiliation. I couldn’t even look at them. 
“You know what to do, fellas,” he ordered. Like trained soldiers, the pitbull’s goons pushed me face first into the garden wall, lifted my bushy tail, pulled back the already soaked diaper, and took turns peeing down my backside. The padding was barely enough to contain Butch’s load with my cum. Now hot piss poured between my fuzzy cheeks, pooled into my taint, and snaked down my bare legs.
“Look at him shiver. I’ll bet he’s jizzing his pants again.”
“Listen to him whine and whimper like a little baby!”
Butch and his minions stole my shoes and jeans, forcing me to walk barefoot back to class drenched in dog urine. The hefty diaper felt like a dumbbell between my legs, crinkling with each step. I slunk into the classroom with my tail tucked so far between my legs that I almost tripped over it. The sixth graders were unforgiving; my shame was posted all over Facebook and Instagram before class was even dismissed.
“Hey, rat.” I almost jumped out of my fur when Butch cornered me after school. He pinned me to the locker and squeezed the soaked padding so the cold, wet contents dribbled down my legs once more.
“You’re gross,” he smirked.
Suddenly, he forced a heavy kiss onto my muzzle. Stunned, I opened my mouth and let in his thick, drooly tongue. The fireworks he set off in me filled my chest with sparks and left me dazed. He held me there until my knees threatened to buckle out from under me. 
“See ya tomorrow, nerd,” he said, patting my cheek roughly and sauntering away.
Honestly, there were worse ways my day could have ended. After all, who would have thought I’d end up dating the class bully?