Diaper Fun

Written by Kittyprint

Keila stepped out of the SUV outside of the modeling agency.    It wasn’t the nicest of looking places but at least it was reputable enough.  So long as they didn’t find out WHO exactly she was it should all be fine anyways.  Afterall, if they knew she was royalty things would get super annoying.  They would all fawn over her like everyone else or try to win her parents favor by being super gross and overbearing.
Modeling had always been a desire of hers and her parents had finally allowed her to do it after they had had a thorough examination of ever local one.  Only one passed muster, and it was owned by the clothing designer who made her favorite clothes!  What was more since the clothing was usually specially ordered to fit her, she was allowed to bring them home.  So not only was she able to model she got free clothes out of the deal too!
Waving bye to the driver she made her way up to the front door and was let in by a tall Lion.  He nods to her giving her a low “Majesty” under his breath signaling that he was one of the body guards stationed by her parents.  She nods back casually and made her way to the studio front desk where a pretty Cheetah lady sat.
“Good afternoon!”  Keila chirps.
“Hmm?  OH!  Hello Keila!  Early again I see!  You must really like modeling.”  She purrs and smiles.
“Hehe, yeah.  Is Miss DeLua here or did I beat her again?”  Keila asks with a smirk.
“No no.  She’s already here.  Go down to room 5.  She might not be ready for you yet.”  The receptionist warns.
“Ok.  Thank you!
Padding off down the hall the lioness finds the door and opens it up to find a very pretty mixed breed feline standing next to a tall Charcoal colored Snow Leopard male.  He was setting up equipment and chatting to the lady who seemed irritated and agitated about something.
“I just don’t see WHY they would make such a-a-a STUPID request like this!”  She was saying. 
“Well, they ARE meant for older cubs.  So why not?”  He asks amiably.
“Because it’s a bit CREEPY?  You can’t tell me that its not the LEAST bit strange Night?”  She says in an exasperated voice.
“No less creepy than taking pics of teens in underwear or swimsuits, Claire.”  Night points out mildly.
“B-but that’s different!  Are you saying I make clothes for-for PERVERTS?!”  Claire snaps.
“Not intentionally, but I know there are plenty who enjoy your outfits for all the wrong reasons Claire.”  Night chuckles.  “Just like that is not your intention, neither or those.”
“That may be, but asking for them to be modeled seems a step to far!”  Claire insists.  
As the lioness stood there listening, the more worried she started to get.  Miss Delue seemed pretty agitated about something that was meant to be modeled.  Something she herself didn’t make but was seemingly required to get photos done of.  And she was apparently the model…
Up to this point the worst she had done photos for was underwear.  Very CUTE underwear, but underwear none the less.  Then there was the time she wore a bathing suit.  Again, nothing horribly embarrassing but it was a bit at first.  Luckily, Mr. Shade was easy to work with and helped put her at ease.  
Considering none of those bothered her before, it was a bit worrisome THIS crossed a line in her mind.  She was thinking about slipping away and just going home with Mr. Shade noticed her.
“It seems we have an audience.  How’s it going Keila?”
“OH!  You’re here early… how could I forget, you’re always early.”  Mrs. Delue turns around looking surprised but then sighs as she realizes that she was indeed always early.
“Sooo…. What’s this about something you don’t want me to model?”  Keila asks with trepidation.  
“NOTHING YET!”  She replies firmly.  “Plus, they never delivered any to begin with.”  She mutters.  
“But what is!?”  She is cut off before she can finish.
“Never mind about that now dear.  If luck is with us, it won’t be an issue at all.”  She replies briskly.  “You’ll be MUCH more interested in what I brought for you to wear.”  She grins and guides the bemused lioness into the changing rooms.
The strange conversation was soon forgotten as the little lioness saw the small wardrobe worth of clothes Mrs. Delue had brought along for the photoshoot.  It being he beginning of summer it was a nice array of light and thin flowing dresses, cute skirts with fancy looking t-shirts.  Not to mention a few new swimsuits.  Couldn’t have enough of those right?
First on the agenda were the dresses and skirts.  The fabric was thin but very well made.  When worn they felt rather silky and made a wonderful breeze on her legs.  It didn’t feel hot or stuffy and was in a word, “breathable”.  
Once she exited the changing room the photo session began.  Mr. Shade the photographer was fun to work with.  The black leopard seemed to be best friends with Mrs. Delue and Keila suspected they were intimate at one time.  
He always had random things with him to make the photos more interesting.  Today for example he brought along a high-speed fan which made the dress flutter a bit.  The set up he had was all apparently his and looked to be studio quality, though from what she knew he was not a professional photographer.
She also held some suspicions about him, that held some less than professional feelings for her.  Not that he was in love or anything, but she did catch him eyeing her a bit more than what she would consider normal.  Especially when she was wearing the swimsuits.  
Not to mention the camera would go off from time to time, seemingly when she was facing away or bending over for something.  His only excuse was that he was just taking practice shots for the next set.  Though she suspected he would be keeping those photos and that they would be much clearer than he was making them out to be.
The most embarrassing and blatant moment came when the camera went off around the same time, he was setting up the fan.  She wasn’t ready and he “accidentally” set the fan to high.  The gust of air causes her skirt to fly up and she was certain she heard the camera snap before she could push it back down.  It lasted maybe a second and he brought it to a lower level and gave her a sheepish expression and apologized. 
She felt for sure this was harassment but kept to herself.  Maybe she could use it at a later date.  Besides, it wasn’t THAT problematic.  Not like he was forcing himself onto her or trying to touch her.  So, for now she would bide her time and wait till it was the most advantages for her.
Mr. Shade had just finished up the last set and was about to start packing up when the door suddenly opened up and a courier brought in a box.  Mrs. Delue let out a disgusted scoff but moodily accepted and signed for the package.  Kelia was curious what the box was when she suddenly remembered the earlier discussion and felt like this must be it.  
“UGH!  Those-!”  She looked at the package with clear disgust and handed it off to Mr. Shade.  “Here!  Set it up, you saw their instructions.”  She growls.  
“Uhm…  is something the matter?”  Keila asks, starting to feel worried.
“…you’ll see.  Follow me, I guess we have no choice… Well, if you don’t feel comfortable, I won’t make you.  But I am obligated to at least tell you.”  She replies huffily.  
Mystified, the lioness follows the hybrid feline back into the changing room.  Off to the side there was another case she had noticed but was not yet opened.  Mrs. Delue picks it up as if it were a slug or something and sets it down on the table.  She opens the case and inside was a packaged of what appeared to be… diapers?
“I was hoping they wouldn’t send enough.  But here it is Keila.  One of my sponsors has a side “gig” involving pull-ups for furs with incontinence issues.”  She growls as if she thinks there are other reasons they won’t say.  “They make them for all ages and have been badgering me for the longest to use one of my regulars to pose in a set for them.  I know they are necessary, but WHY they “need” a cub to pose in them of THIS age is beyond me!”
Keila had to admit that this was NOT what she had expected.  Or signed up for when she chose to model.  She had worn some pretty revealing things in the past, but this would take the cake.  Part of her was like, HELL NO!  while another thought was, this might be kind of fun…”
“If you don’t want to then I TOTALLY understand.  They can’t force you to model their hygiene products.”  Mrs. Delue says after a moment of silence.
“I-its ok.  Just part of being a model I guess.”  The lioness replies.  “Plus, I’m sure if I do this, you’ll get more money right?”
“If you’re ok with it.”  She replies wearily.  “And don’t worry, Ill give you a bit extra.”
This was by far the MOST embarrassing and exciting photo shoot she had ever done.  The diaper felt very snug and pressed really firmly between her legs.  It felt both strange and comforting at the same time.  It also made it a bit difficult to walk without waddling a bit.    
To preserve her modesty, she wore a bath robe that Mrs. Delue brought along just in case so she wasn’t totally exposed for each set of photos.  She imagined that this must be how porn stars felt when doing a shoot and that made wearing the diaper both weirder and more bearable to wear.  
Mrs. Delue made sure that the absolute minimum shots were taken of her in the diapers and she was quickly dragged back off to get changed.  She sorts of wished there had been more taken, she was started to get into it.  She had a lot of fun posing in silly cutesy ways, not to mention there was something comforting about wearing them.
Once back I her own clothes she glanced at the diaper she had worn and sneakily puts it in with the bag of other clothes she had to take home.  Leaving the changing room, she finds Mrs. Delue taking to Mr. Shade as he breaks his stuff down.  Both stop once they hear the door open.
“Oh good.  Again, I’m sorry about that.  You can just throw away the diaper.  I plan on leaving them here.  Hope to see you next time sweetie.”  Mrs.  Delue says giving her a hug.
Saying her goodbyes she goes back into the changing room and gathers her things.  She stops and looks at the box then to the door.  Picking it up to she peaks her head out to see where the adults were.  Mrs. Delue seemed to be busy helping Mr. Shade and she quickly and quietly exited with the diapers and her arms.
It was a good thing her parents were not in the car when she left.  They surely would have wanted to see her new outfits and very likely wanted to see what was in the box.  Once she got home, she made a bee line for her bedroom and paced the box in a corner she hoped would not pique any interest.  Her new outfits she laid out on her bed since she figured her mother would want want to see the new clothes.
It wasn’t until the weekend that Keila would finally have the opportunity to really enjoy the diapers.  Her parents would be busy that night and wouldn’t bother her for several hours.  Locking her door, she pulls out the box of diapers from her closet along with the one she had worn for the photos. 
Pullin the bag of diapers out of the box it was then she really saw what the brand name was.  She giggle-snorts at the name, “PuffyButt”?  Seriously?  The bag all had the same basic design as well.  White with stars on the front and pink guards around the legs.  It was while looking at them that it suddenly occurred to he that… it was a bit strange they were DIAPERS, not pull-ups.
No wonder Mrs. Delue was so iffy about them.  She thought to herself.  Their choices did lead some suspicion’s. 
Shrugging it off she bites her lip and slips out of her panties and skirt to try on the diaper again.  A blush envelops her cheeks as she feels the cool padding press to her loins and spreads her legs apart a bit again.  Once strapped in she was once again struck by just how comfortable and seemingly soothing it was to wear them.  
Looking at herself in the mirror the brands name came back to her head in a heart-beat.  She giggles and turns to examine her but and had to admit that the name they chose was rather apt.  Her butt WAS rather poofy now that the diapers were on.  
After examining herself from several angles, strangely pleased by how she looked her eyes caught her skirt.  Wondering suddenly how she might look, and if the skirt could cover the fact, she was wearing a diaper.  Deciding to try it out, she slips them on over the diapers and turned to the mirror again.
It was NEARLY good enough.  The diaper was clearly making the skirt billow out farther than normal, but still nearly concealed the diaper.  She could tell that the bottom of them would probably be visible.  Plus, should she bend over it would become immediately obvious she was in diapers.  She would need to wear longer skirts if she wanted to give herself the best chance of not being discovered.
Sighing she sits down and blushes a bit at the feeling and sound.  The crinkle the diaper was oddly pleasant.  But more than that, feeling the now warm padding pressing to her loins caught her attention a bit more.   Bit her lip she began moving around making the diaper crinkle more as well as pleasantly rub against her folds.
As she rubbed a heat began to slowly develop and soon enough, she was feeling a bit frisky and wet.  Her cheeks burn as she realizes what she is doing. 
Oh my god… does this really turn me on this much!?  She thinks to herself.  
A sudden thought comes to her mind as she contemplates her current emotions.  She bites her lip harder as the blush darkens and her cheeks heat up.  This was a diaper, right?  Why not just use it like its intended?  Give it a…. test run you know?
The thought is just too appealing to ignore in her heightened state.  Concentrating hard she starts by trying to force it out but gets no-were.  Getting a bit annoyed she sighs and tells herself to just relax instead.  Maybe that would work instead.
Sighing deeply, she takes in a breath and slowly exhales.  As she does, she thinks of taking a pee on the toilet and tries to mimic the sensation.  As she relaxes more suddenly the padding surrounding her begins to heat up and swell.
 Once the flow began, she couldn’t stop it.  The warm, wet sensation of the diaper as its soaked surrounds her makes her blush.  She sits there on her bed peeing a diaper in the first time in likely a decade.  She shivers a bit as she finally finishes in the diaper.
Standing up she feels the diaper sag a bit around her, tugging on her hips from the weight.  She blushes all the darker as she waddles over to the mirror, feeling the dry fur around her legs get a bit wet from her walking.  Lifting up the skirt she stares at the now discolored diaper front.  
She could tell the diaper we very full now from looking at it alone.  Giggling she reaches down and cups the front of the diaper, pressing her paw against it.  It felt heavy and pleasantly warm to the touch and squished to her folds.  She bites her lip as she gently rubs the diaper against her damp pussy.
Her eyes closed and her cheeks burn as she slowly rubs more and more.  Her toes curled into the carpet as she locks her legs while rubbing herself though the padding.  She huffs lightly as she stops after a moment, not wanting to do this and possibly leak onto her carpet.  
Carefully waddling into the bathroom, she stops in front of the sink and mirror to resume rubbing.  Stopping short she wonders if it would feel any different if she were to use something to rub herself than her hand.  Looking at the corner of the sink she moves over and presses down.
The diaper squished pleasantly against her sex and she let out a soft coo.  Her eyes closed and her cheeks burning she slowly begins grinding on the corner.  As she ground her hips, the diaper made muffled moist crinkles.  She huffed and mmfed softly as she kept grinding, wanting to get off into the diaper.
After several minutes of trying, she just couldn’t get off.  Her cheeks were now flush and her mind was only on getting her much-needed release.  Grunting she sits onto the floor with a loud squishy sound and untaps the diaper and lets it fall apart.
The sudden scent of pee filled her nose which only seemed to turn her on more.  Reaching down she began rubbing all over her damp mound before inserting a finger into herself.  She let out a heated moan and covered her mouth as she began fingering and rocking onto her digits.  
It didn’t take long for her to finally reach that much needed release.  She moans out into her paw as she pulls her finger out and convulsed feeling her sex twitch and pulse at nothing.  After a moment the intense orgasm finally fades and the reality of what she just did suddenly starts sinking in.
Her cheeks burn as she looks down at the open and soaked diaper between her legs.  She was shocked that she could get so much pleasure from peeing in a diaper!  Standing up on wobbly legs she realized that she really needed to clean up before anyone came to check on her.  
Rolling the diaper up and carefully hiding it in her trash can she hops into her shower to clean herself off.  Luckily once the diaper was removed, and she had taken a relaxing shower the scent of what she had just done was all but gone.  Exiting her bathroom in a towel she quickly packs the diapers up and puts them back in their hiding spot.  
Once dried up and laying in bed she wondered what she would do with the rest of the diapers.  She couldn’t ignore how enjoyable the experimentation was.  Maybe she could try to get away with wearing them in public?  That idea made her blush and squirm a bit.  But what else could there be to do with diapers?  
The answer to that was a quiet voice in the back of her mind.  It had crossed her mind when she was trying to pee in them.  Could she REALLY use them THAT way…?  Maybe… maybe next time she has the house to herself she could try it…  
That “next time” would turn out to be the following day on Saturday.  Her mom and dad were suddenly summoned to a meeting that they apparently couldn’t miss.  It was kind of sad but she figured that hey, she would have the house to herself now, and could give her diapers another session.
After waving her parents goodbye, she made her way to her bedroom and instantly stripped out of her panties and skirt and pulled out a fresh diaper.  She blushes and grins as she lays down on her bed and tapes the diaper up.  Standing she blushes and grins at herself in her mirror.  
She remembers the old diaper from last night and decides it’s the best time to get rid of it.  She blushes as she slips her skirt on and grabs the bag it was hidden in.  It felt pretty embarrassing to walk around the house like this.  The noises the diaper made seemed excessively loud to her ears and it was difficult to walk properly with decently thick padding between her legs.  How could anyone wear these on a regular basis???
Reaching the front door, she bites her lip and stands there with her paw on the handle.  It was one thing to do this INSIDE, but outside too??  She takes a deep breath reminding herself they were in a pretty private area.  No one would see her unless they were trespassing…  And that would be problematic for much different reasons.  
With that slightly comforting thought she opens the door opens the door and steps out.  Even though she knew it was very unlikely anyone would see her it was STILL very embarrassing.  She quickly pads over to the trash and drops it in before quickly padding back inside.  All the while the diaper crinkling loudly and kept her waddling.  
Once back inside she closes the door and sighs deeply.  Her cheeks flush as was something else…   Was this REALLY turning her on so much!?  She huffs a bit to herself as she makes her way to the kitchen for some lunch.  She decided that she would make the most of this diaper.  
Once in the kitchen she makes herself a PB&J and a couple of sodas.  In her mind she was formulating a plan and the more-sugary things she ate and drank the better or easier it would be.  Or so she hoped.
Downing her drink and food she grabs another can and makes her way upstairs.  One safely back in her room she begins drinking the 2nd drink.  While she waited, she laid in bed and turned on her tablet and began searching diaper stuff.  
The internet was shockingly full of this sort of thing.  Image after image, videos after video…  Opening a video on one of the safter links she watched the video of a feline wet her diaper on camera.  Her cheeks burn a bit as she thinks back on the sensations she felt and heard last night herself.
After the one she clicked on the next and watched another, all the while getting more and more aroused.  She squirms a bit which honestly felt pretty amazing by itself.  The fabric was pressed tightly to her folds after all, which pressed and rubbed them with each movement she made.
As she sat there getting more aroused, she could feel that her bladder was getting more and more uncomfortable.  Either the arousal or watching girl and girl pee was speeding up the process.  She wasn’t sure which, but she wasn’t complaining at all.  
She reaches between her legs as she moves around some and presses the diaper to her paw.  Blushing some she huffs as she presses against her paw and begins grinding slowly.  The now moist fabric felt amazing as she ground, the pressure in her bladder was getting higher and she held onto her pee like she might an orgasm.
After a few minutes of this she couldn’t hold it back and with a deeply satisfied murr she finally allows herself to go pee.  The diaper suddenly heated up under her paw as she kept grinding as she began peeing.  She moans a bit as the warmth spread around her paw and the diaper swelled and began to feel very very damp.  
Soon her bladder was empty and her diaper was full.  She giggles a bit and blushed darkly as she stood up feeling the diaper sag again.  Another feeling had also begun to make its presence known during her fun.  She had been waiting all morning to use the bathroom, and now was the moment she had been wanting to try at least once since last night.
Bracing herself a bit she grunts a bit as she begins trying to go number two.  Her cheeks burn and her ears flatten as she squats a bit to try to help herself along.  The sudden pressure is felt in the back of her diaper as she feels herself succeeding.  
She strains a bit more and finally feels the years of training to hold it all back slip away and feels the warm mess begin to come out.  Her cheeks burn hot as the warm mess crawls around her legs and between her cheeks and folds.  The diaper already filled with pee sagged even lower now with the additional load.  
Once she was finally done, she stood up and felt like she didn’t really want to move.  The hot sticky feeling was all over her crotch and had a strange feeling when she moved.  Thankfully there was no smell but the feeling of messing the diaper felt weird.  
Just as she was thinking about going to the bathroom, she spotted her old rocking horse in the corner.  The thought that came to mind was so sudden, shocking and appealing that she couldn’t figure where it came from.  But she couldn’t resist the idea.
Waddling over to the rocking horse she swings her leg over and hovers over the small seat.  She stood there for a second, wondering if she was really going to do this.  Pushing her doubts away, she puts all her weight down onto the diaper and shivers as she feels the hot mess spread around and press to her heated folds.  
Her cheeks burn as she pants a bit, inexplicably aroused by this.  The feeling was so good though that she just couldn’t stop herself now though.  Closing her eyes, she presses the dirty diaper against herself and began grinding hard.  The soaked diaper made all sorts of weird, sticky noises as she did.  
A heated gasp escapes her maw as she leans into the diaper, her folds heated and very wet now.  Slowly she grinds harder and harder, feeling the sensations build up making her toes curl.  The grinding gets faster filling her room with messy squishy sounds emanated from her diaper which only serves to ad to her arousal.  
Her legs curl up a bit as the sensations getting higher and soon its too much.  With a squeal as he suddenly cums and shivers on the horse, trying to stay on top of it as her body shudders.  The orgasm finally starts to slow down and she lets out a shuddering sigh as she slumps onto the toy horses’ neck to catch her breath.
As the euphoria faded the realization of what she just did slowly dawned on her.  She blushes darkly and stands up with a wince.  The mush in her diaper was starting to cool off and maybe even getting harder.  She knew she had to take it off soon or risk getting a bad rash.
Moving as fast as she could in the messy diaper she gets into bathroom.  She contemplates if she should take off the diaper in or out of the shower.  Not wanting to make a mess she needed to physically clean-up she got into the shower and slowly untapped the diaper.  
The diaper was much heavier this time and she was careful to let it hold it and not let it fall down.  Once off the cool air touched her messy groin.  She makes a face at the feeling and rolled the diaper up and sets it outside of the shower and begins taking her much needed shower.
Luckily it wasn’t too difficult to wash off the mess.  Once she was finally clean, she steps out of the shower feeling nice and refreshed.  She steps over the messy diaper and into her room to slip into some clean clothes.  She enters the bathroom again and picks up the dirty diaper to throw away.
Once it was placed in the trash and hidden under some other bags, she heads back into her room to hide the rest again.  It was quite embarrassing to admit, but she had had a LOT of fun using the diapers to their full extent.  She would have to use the rest the next time she had the house to herself.