Today was certainly one of Jeffy’s most interested Thanksgivings. It started off fairly normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Family had gotten together, shared laughs, smiles and a few different clashing opinions. A plethora of smells had filled the air as everything cooked away, the odour of perfectly roasted, stuffed turkey oozing from the oven door to float over to various snouts in order to tease them with the prospect of a delicious meal. Tasty food had been eaten in extraordinarily sized amounts with everyone gathered around the table. With a fairly routine Thanksgiving unfolding, the last thing anyone would’ve expected was for the blue fox to end up around another boy’s waist.

Jeffy had spent the day with one of his friends, a boy a year older than him. His name was Sydney, a white and cyan fox-wolf hybrid. The two got on especially well, given that Jeffy didn’t care for the fact that Sydney, beyond such an age to be doing so, still wore diapers. Likewise, Sydney didn’t care that his friend had a regular habit of spontaneously inflating, drawing the entire daycare’s attention each and every time he did. With both of them having embarrassing issues, they stuck together and always played. Jeffy didn’t even have to think when he was invited around Syd’s house for a Thanksgiving feast. 

As aforementioned, the day had gone perfectly, with both boys having a great amount of fun. All their enjoyment suddenly stopped, however, when Jeffy had managed to knock an entire plate of turkey meat onto the floor. The loud clanging sound of the plate striking laminate flooring made everyone go silent, all eyes on Jeffy. Quickly, everyone began to realise that the turkey had been sullied with floor-germs, and a chorus of disappointed groans sounded from around the table in response.

“Oh, for goodness sake..”
“Jeffy..”
“Such a clumsy boy!”

Jeffy’s cheeks went a crimson red, the poor fox left speechless. Sydney’s mother had quickly jumped to her feet to clean up the mess and save as much meat as she could, whilst the blue-furred child froze still. He didn’t bode well under pressure, and with everyone clearly quite annoyed at him he had no chance at stopping what he was about to do. With little warning, the normally small fox suddenly began to expand, making a comical ‘FWOOSH!’ sound as he did so. His tummy bulged outwards, forcing his t-shirt to creak and stretch, before eventually ripping in a few places as the boy’s growing gut continued to bloat. His chubby thighs got even thicker, stretching his shorts to their limits. 

Those shorts might’ve survived the event, had his diaper also not expanded. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case; Jeffy’s crinkly, thick undergarments suddenly fwoosh’d outwards, tearing his shorts to shreds as the plastic padding ballooned out between his legs. The front of his diaper, now appearing more like an exercise ball than a pamper, squeezed against the bottom of the table, creaking and groaning as it struggled under the pressure. The table lifted higher and higher, legs rising away from the floor. Everyone looked on, amazed as the small fox grew bigger. Everyone finally began to realise why he’d earned the nickname ‘blueberry boy’ at school. 

Eventually, the table was at such an angle that all the food simply slid down to the other end, clashing onto the floor with a mighty chorus of broken plates, shattered glasses, and spoiled food. Finally, Jeffy’s spontaneous inflation stopped and the boy sat in his chair, gut bulging out against the highchair’s sides. He had a look of horror on his face and a red blush in his cheeks. 
“You are in SERIOUS trouble, young man..” Sydney’s mother exclaimed, her voice stern. 

No-one said anything about what had happened after that. The grown-ups cleaned up as quickly as they could - their food-filled bellies made it hard to move too fast, and the ‘too much food fatigue’ was quickly setting in. The two boys were set down in Sydney’s room to play, but neither of them felt like doing so. Sydney tried to reassure Jeffy, and eventually had him slowly deflating, the blueberry fox sitting in a pile of his own ripped up clothes with a puffy diaper between his legs.

After disappearing for some time, Sydney’s mother returned to the pair with a single bottle of milk. It didn’t look like normal milk, though. It had a strange colour to it, and at one point Sydney swore he saw the liquid give off a glow. 
“Be a good boy and drink this, Jeffy.” Sydney’s mother said imperatively, handing the fox the bottle of strange milk. He was quite full on all the food he’d stuffed his maw with, but having an expandable gut meant the blue fox could manage the bottle. He put his lips around the nuk and quickly guzzled down the fluid, noting the sweet, warming taste it carried. Sydney looked on, curious and a bit upset that he didn’t get any. 

His mother noticed, shot him a quick glance and said to Syd: “You don’t want to be drinking that, trust me. I want you to wait in the bathroom for me, dear.” Sydney nodded and toddled off, crinkling all the way. A noticeable squish noise came from his pants, and the evident waddle that he had clearly showed that he was in dire need of a change. Jeffy, upon hearing what she’d said, plucked the bottle from his lips and glared at it. He’d already downed the entire contents, so was a little worried.
“W-why nah’? What’s wrong wit’ it?” he asked.
“It’s a special drink, for very naughty boys,” she explained, “And you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?” 

Jeffy just frowned at this, crossing his paws in order to pout. As his two chubby arms brushed against each other, a subtle crinkling noise filled the air. He immediately looked down and the sight that met his eyes was alarming to say the least. All of his blue fur had gone flat, forming a soft, smooth surface across his body. It had a plastic feel to it, and even crinkled has he moved!
“W-what’s happening?!” he exclaimed in a panicked babble, slowly standing up before immediately falling backwards onto his tush as his legs turned to jelly. In fact, they hadn’t turned to jelly, but rather fluff. The same happened to the rest of his insides, quickly breaking down into a puffy, pulpy solid that was more like fabric than actual organs. As he fell flat on his back, his bones too underwent the change. 

The milk he’d drank was actually a transformation potion, a fast acting one at that. His head slowly sank back into his shoulders, fusing with his chest as his neck entirely vanished. The fox’s fingers lost their shape, his entire hand forming one flat, plastic surface. Gone were his legs too, now just a singular entity, attached to his now inch-wide body. He’d also shrunk to a fraction of his original size as well, no longer appearing like a fox at all. He didn’t even have a tail; that too had merged with his torso, adding to the fluff inside. Jeffy couldn’t see what he’d become at all, but Sydney’s mother could..
With the transformation potion’s effect complete, she no longer had a fox in front of her. Instead, she had a thick, soft disposable diaper. The diaper’s plastic was a baby blue in colour and mostly appeared as a normal, babyish undergarment. A few features distinguished the Jeffy diaper from a normal diaper, though. Firstly, the amusing, rather fitting design on the front was a pile of cartoon blueberries, each one with a smiling, joyful face as they bulged against each other, ripe with blue juice. Secondly, and more notably, was the graphic on the back. It was placed right on the seat, the part that’d be mostly wrapped around the wearer’s butt. The design was a face - Jeffy’s face. 

It was cartoonish, but was definitely Jeffy. His powerful, solid purple eyes made it clear that it was him, along with his adorable little smile. The fox-diaper’s face didn’t move, stuck in that smiling state, appearing happy that it was the backside of the diaper. But Jeffy wasn’t just the back end, his was the entire thing, front to back. He also wasn’t a normal diaper, he was still sentient! He could think, acknowledge where he was, and even use all five of his senses. See, hear, smell, feel and taste. He could smell and taste the gentle fragrance of baby powder, hear a constant crinkly rustling noise, but couldn’t see a whole lot. All he could see was the carpet floor of Sydney’s bedroom. He couldn’t move though, and he certainly couldn’t talk. He was stuck, a diaper on the floor.

Until Sydney’s mother picked him up, squeezing the fox-diaper between her paws.
“If you’re going to make a mess, Jeffy,” her voice called out from above, “I’ll have to show you how it isn’t nice for other people to deal with messes.”
Jeffy was confused - he hadn’t quite figured out what had happened to him or what she’d meant by that, and why he wasn’t able to talk. Panic began to set in slightly, but before deciding he’d met his doom, he decided to ride things out, paying close attention as the motherly fox carried him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. 

Sydney was waiting there, already on the changing table with his pants around his legs. He knew he needed a change and he wasn’t one to act like a brat for his mother. It was the only way he got to avoid potty training, after all. Jeffy could see his friend on the table, with a soaked, drooping diaper tugged firmly between his chubby, boyish thighs. The folf’s mother spoke again, only this time without the sternness in her voice. Her tone was actually very soft, the sort of way of speaking only a mother could master.
“All ready for your diiiiiapy change? Good boy!” she said, gently tickling Syd’s tum. The folf giggled and kicked his little legs, making his soaked diaper squish softly. “Jeffy had to go home, by the way. I hope you understand, dear.”

Sydney nodded, feeling quite bad for his friend. He knew his friend’s parents wouldn’t be happy to learn about another inflation incident. Little did Syd know, the fox was still in the exact same room as him! Sydney’s mother had placed the Jeffy diaper down next to the changing table as she worked on un-taping Sydney’s soaked pampers. Given how many years she’d spent changing her son’s diapers, she was an expert and the process went quickly. She pulled it out from underneath him and balled it up, tossing it into the pail with a resounding ‘squish’ as it struck the other soaked diapers inside. 

She gently tickled Syd’s feet to keep him occupied as she grabbed the wipes, expertly cleaning him without getting a single complaint about how cold the damp baby-wipes were. Jeffy watched the entire process, Sydney’s mother having propped him up purposely so he could see. Suddenly, he felt a paw grab him and pick him up. “I hope you like this new diaper, Sydney. We all know how.. Smelly... you get after a biiiig, yummy Thanksgiving dinner, but this diaper here should be up to the task!” she smiled, gently patting Sydney’s tummy. It was bloated due to all the food he’d scoffed down, churning away as it quickly broke it all down.

“Hehe.. Blueberry!” Sydney called out, giggling softly as he noticed the diaper’s design - he hadn’t noticed the one on the back though. Jeffy, hearing his nickname called out, finally figured out what had happened to him. He tried to yell out, apologising for making such a mess at the table, but nothing escaped his dry, plastic mouth. He could make no noise beyond a few crinkles and rustles. There was absolutely nothing he could do as he was quickly placed on the table by Sydney’s mother. Jeffy’s face pressed against the cold, plastic surface of the changing table, Syd’s mother having just laid him out flat for the change. She sprinkled him with baby powder before gently tapping her son’s thigh.

“Bum-bum up!” she smiled, Sydney obliging with a happy giggle as he lifted his tush off the table. She quickly slid the fox-diaper underneath him. As soon as the folf put his butt back down, Sydney could tell his new diaper was thicker than his normal ones. It was incredibly soft and puffy, easily being an inch thick and completely cushioned the boy’s chubby buns. Jeffy meanwhile, had felt something press against him - or rather, two things. It didn’t take much for him to figure out that he was now pinned underneath his friend’s backside, seconds away from being wrapped around it. 

Sydney’s mother continued with the change, giving Jeffy no time to adjust to his new situation. He pulled the front of the diaper up between Sydney’s thighs and covered his crotch with it. For Jeffy, it felt like his legs had just been stretched, pulled around to the folf-cub’s front. Next came the tapes, which were done up especially tight as to make sure the diaper didn’t sag too much later. This meant the blueberry fox diaper could feel his face stretch around Sydney’s bum, whilst his legs were pulled in nice and tight. The adhesive on his hands, which were now tapes, was incredibly strong and were now resting firmly on the diaper’s landing pad. Jeffy wasn’t going anywhere. 

Sydney sat up, applying weight to his friend’s face unknowingly - poor Syd was completely oblivious that he was wearing his friend. Jeffy, if he still could, would groan as he felt himself get smushed beneath the folf, his full tummy adding a fair amount of weight.
“Let’s go watch the football with everyone else, hun.~” Sydney’s mother said, offering her son her hand to help him down off of the changing table. As he descended, his thighs wobbled to deal with the impact, forcing Jeffy to crinkle between them. With Sydney now stood up, the view of fox-diaper had was rather worrying.

He could see the folf’s cyan-tipped tail sway above him, swishing through the air. As Syd began to walk he could also see the boy’s thighs down below, forcing his diaper-body to contort and twist with each step. Due to how thick his new diaper was, Syd had to waddle around to stay balanced, which meant swaying his diapered tushy around, almost as if to show off Jeffy’s little face, which was stretched across the back. He still had that goofy little smile, as if the blueberry-fox was happy with his fate as a Thanksgiving diaper. 

The pair entered the lounge and sat down - Sydney’s mother on the couch and Sydney on the floor. No-one asked where Jeffy was, and no-one asked why Sydney had a face stretched across his diapered butt. Instead, they all watched the TV as it displayed a game of football. Everyone tried their best not to fall asleep, but the large amount of delicious food in their stomachs made it hard not to fall into a blissful slumber. Sydney sat in front of the TV and watched intently - he didn’t understand what was going on exactly, but he enjoyed watching all the players running around. His family liked it, and that was all that mattered. Meanwhile, his stomach quickly dealt with all the food he’d eaten, the bloating in his tummy slowly getting smaller and smaller. 

Time seemed to crawl by for Jeffy, who was stuck with his face against the folf’s rump. Sydney’s tail draped over his face, blocking off most of his view, but he could still see a few family members, mostly the younger ones, point and snicker as they realised his fate. Occasionally, Sydney would squirm and adjust his position, which would make Jeffy crinkly and end up with his diaper-body squashed a little more by his friend.  The fox could hear the TV in the background, and judged the passage of time by how long the game went on for. 

Tonight’s game had gone on especially long, allowing time for Thanksgiving celebrations and the likes. By the time it was over, several hours had elapsed, and the bulge in Sydney’s stomach was almost entirely gone. Instead, the cub sat on the floor, squirming and fidgeting as a growing urge came from below. Conversation broke out behind him, and as it did something broke out of Sydney; wind. The chatter ceased as a loud, reverberating rumble filled the lounge. The folf had just farted, loudly too, and as a result everyone had broke out into laughter. Even Sydney couldn’t help but giggle at his funny bodily emissions, being at that age where potty humour was the funniest thing in the universe.

“Pheww..”
“I think that meal’s taking its toll on the little guy!”
“Mhm! I ain’t changing him after!”

Several people teased and everyone laughed. Sydney just huffed and stuck his tongue out. A ‘ppprrrrpppt!’ filled the air and those listening closely could tell that the folf hadn’t just blown a raspberry. He’d farted again, this time causing his diaper to puff out underneath his tail due to the force of it. Poor Jeffy was the one dealing with the brunt of it - he could feel the hot air slowly fill him up, it seeping into his puffy, plasticy innards. Worst of all was the smell! It was obvious Sydney needed to ‘go’, and his diaper was going to be stuck dealing with it. Jeffy wanted to pinch his nose as his friend’s poots filled his nose, but there was nothing he could do.

It wasn’t until Sydney stood up that the gas finally escaped, puffing out of the legholes and into the air. Jeffy became tight around the folf’s bum again, but the gross smell of cub-gas still lingered inside him. With everyone engrossed in the television again, Sydney took the chance to waddle off to do his business, Jeffy crinkling around him as went. Judging by how Syd was walking, it was obvious the need was urgent. He couldn’t make it to the privacy of his bedroom in time, so he settled for squatting down behind the couch.

His legs bent and his knees were brought up to his tummy, diaper-butt stuck outwards. The plastic garment was pulled tightly around his butt as he squatted, meaning Jeffy could feel those two moons against him. The blue fox’s face was stretched even more, snout right in the middle where Syd’s butt would be. His smile still remained, a complete contract to the panic he was feeling. He tried to call out to his friend, warn him about what had happened, but even if Sydney knew his thick diaper was actually Jeffy, there was little he could do to stop himself now. He was going to unload, and it was going to be HUGE. 

He gritted his teeth and let out a chorus of muffled farts, ‘prrrpt’ ‘frpppt’ ‘brrrffppt’, each one inflating his diaper-seat a little more and worsening the stench inside. They rumbled through the thick diaper and vibrated the plastic, making them seem even louder for poor Jeffy. With his face against Syd’s bum, they were loud enough already! Luckily, the volume of the TV covered Sydney’s backside and its rumbling. Worse yet, Jeffy could see Sydney’s tail slowly rise up and go stiff, a clear sign that he was about to drop a stink-bomb inside him. The folf clenched his teeth and balled up his fists, giving a hefty push. An especially loud ‘frrrrpppppptt!’ signalled that it was time.

Jeffy felt something warm and firm press against his snout, forcing it to bulge outwards. A tent appeared on the outside of the diaper, rapidly growing in size and stretch the plastic. Jeffy’s smiling face expanded as a warm mass squelched into Sydney’s seat, crackling as the constant flow of pamper-fudge packed out the back. Sydney’s dump quickly pancaked out against the tight surface of the diaper, quickly spreading all over it to fill every available space. The leakguards began to stretch as Sydney forced his diaper-seat to distend, a visible brown appearing around the pamper’s legholes. 

Blrrrccchhh,Smrrrrrchhh, Bllllrrrbbbtt; Sydney’s mess turned loud, bubbling out of his rump smushing around into his Jeffy-diaper.

The blueberry fox could feel it all - the warm, mushy mass piling up inside him, heating up his face with a dirty warmth, the crackles and blorts as Sydney kept on pushing it out, and the incredibly thick, overwhelming smell as the folf packed his Jeffy-diaper tight. By now, a large lump the size of several tennis-balls sat comfortably in the cub’s diaper, nearly drooping down enough that it’d mush out against the floor. Sydney’s post-Thanksgiving diapers were always loaded, and this one was definitely his best. He could feel the weight of it between his thighs, Jeffy’s tapes strained as they barely managed to cope with the messy bulge pancaked out against his face. 

Sydney’s cover had been blown at this point - there was no way the TV could cover the rumbling, crackling noises his dump had made. An audience of eyes watching, smirking mouths below them, some even exchanging a few remarks about how cute the folf-cub looked as he did his nasty business. The overwhelming, euphoric release of relieving his bowels of such a gigantic burden had waves of pleasure surging through his body. He gave a sigh of relief, gently pat his empty tummy, and fell backwards.

Everyone winced as a thunderous, squelching ‘Splllllat!’ came from underneath Sydney. His knees had given way and his rump had fallen into his own mess. The mountain of diaper-fudge rapidly smeared around his pudgy buttcheeks and coated the inside of his Jeffy-diaper. Jeffy bulged, his plastic stretching in the back and his face distorted. It was lumpy and slightly brown due to all the poop contained within, and a visible miasma of stink wafted out from it. Several people pinched their noses as the effluvium of soiled diaper filled the air - Jeffy might be able to hold the huge load in, but there was nothing he could do about the smell. As it was, his leakguards bulged as Syd’s mush pressed against them, so full that his face was completely buried under one of his friend’s infamously huge Thanksgiving loads.

Jeffy was distraught, but poor Sydney was completely oblivious to the olfactory torture he was inflicting on his friend. He happily wiggled about instead, churring contently as the warm, squidgy mass heated his rump and bubbled underneath him. He even bounced a few times, smearing his poop-coated bottom around and causing his cheeks to press against Jeffy’s face each time, savouring the amazing sensation of a completely full pamper underneath him. Unfortunately, being a diaper meant that Jeffy couldn’t pass out - he was stuck, taking in all that stench before anyone else. Every part of him was full, oozing with poop. Even Jeffy’s front was sagging a little; sitting down had caused the firm lump in Syd’s seat to spread out completely. 

“Need a change, lil’ guy?” Sydney’s mother called out, breaking the cub’s diaper-dumping induced trance.
“Nuh! Not until mornin’!” Syd jeered rudely, wagging his tail and wiggling his bottom
“Sydney..” his mother replied, stern.
“Moooorning!”
“Hrmph. Fiiiine. But JUST this once..”
Sydney giggled with glee and went back to bouncing around, creating a cacophony of squelching, messy blorts and splats.

It was going to be a very long night for Jeffy, stuck as Sydney’s loaded padding. Another gurgle from the cub’s bowels signalled that he wasn’t quite done using the fox-diaper either..~