Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 18 – Beachcombing

Of all the hardships the penitatas of the Dafron household had been forced to endure, none had come close to the evil that was the Healthy Choice breakfast waiting for them that unassuming morning. In place of the usual grain-based cereals, Talek and Rilka found themselves confronted by bowls of green goop that looked for all the world like something ejected from a giant's nose during a particularly bad head cold. “Lusu told me about this stuff, it's awful!” Rilka moaned as the pair took their seats, armed themselves with a spoon, and instantly lost their appetites after just one mouthful.
Their father tried to scold them, but his heart wasn't in it. The half-eaten bowl in front of him was testament to why. “Come on now, give the stuff a chance.”
“What was wrong with our usual breakfast?” Rilka whined like a kindern who'd been told Christmas was cancelled.
“Look, the Department of Corrections has asked some of the families in Northrock to trial the Healthy Choice meal options. We're all taking part.” he tapped the rim of his own bowl for emphasis. “I know it's not what you're used to, but we believe in clean bowls in this house. I don't want to hear any more whining!”
After their unhappy meal came the walk to school, which was once more done with both parents. Rilka steered close to her Penny brother and whispered, “something weird is going on. Dad's not been around this much since I first got here!”
“You think it's because of my Judicial?” Talek asked.
“I don't think so, because he went back to normal after a few days, remember? But the past two weeks... I don't know.”
The boy chewed over the idea. He'd noticed it himself, though never dwelled upon it. If anything, he'd come to appreciate his father being around more, especially after their bonding session in the garden. Yet his father had almost always occupied himself with other tasks during the school day. What had changed? After musing on the subject, Talek slowed his pace a little to fall into step with his parents. He glanced up at his father, whose gaze expressed mild curiosity at the boy's change of pace, and awkwardly tried to engage in idle talk. “So... I was wondering something. It's about what you said when I was down about the whole school hating me.”
“Yes?” a fatherly paw drifted to rest against Talek's back. Liki, reading the intent, sped up her pace and fell in alongside Rilka to subtly keep her out of the 'guy talk' moment.
“You said how much you liked your cars. I was just thinking, couldn't you have kept them? I mean, there's got to be other towns nearby, right?”
Shon nodded slowly. “True, and it's not that long a trip via taxi, but it just never felt right. They were something I wanted close by, something I could dip in and out of whenever I had a spare moment. If I kept them in a garage hundreds of miles away, I'd need to make a day of it.”
“A... a day that might get spoiled unexpectedly?”
The implied reason was picked up on with a knowing chuckle. “Part of being a 'Penny Parent' is you sometimes have to drop everything and come swing a paddle. I did try it for a time, but it never felt right. Something important was lost, and there was no getting it back,” he added with a mournful hint to his voice.
“Has that happened again? Did you have to give something up because of me?”
“What makes you think that?” Shon asked sharply.
Talek flinched, cursing his stupid overstep. “You've been around a lot more.”
“I have. Is that a problem?”
“I guess not.”
Shon ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle. “Then you don't need to worry. Also, you need a haircut!”
“He's not the only one,” Liki chimed in, idly running a finger through Rilka's own mop.
The girl giggled at the attention. “Do you think I could grow it long again? Pretty pleeeeeease?”
“You used to have long hair?”
Rilka flashed Talek a grin. “Yep! Mom and dad really pushed the whole 'girly' thing on me in the early days, but when they found I was into it they stopped right away! Had short hair ever since.”
“That's because short hair is easier to deal with,” Liki explained.
“Only thing about me that is, right?”
The girl's comment earned a laugh. “Ask my paddle if that's true!”

School passed slowly. Talek was in full-blown study mode, cramming for up-coming exams; he might have been ripped from his teenage life by his sentence, but that wasn't going to save him from  exams!
The boy found himself staring through the rotating image of an organic molecule, his mind's eye locked on the friends and classmates he'd left behind. They'd be taking their exams in the school's main hall, and then when the results came they'd be at the future faire to pick what came next; university, or apprenticeship? So many courses, so many opportunities, and none of them were for Talek now. What was going to happen? He shook away the anxious thoughts and tried to focus, muttering under his breath a reminder of how much worse it'd be to study with a well-spanked bottom.
When the bell rang to grant the rejuves permission to get lunch, Talek's mind remained with his studies. He slowed himself down in the hall until his friends caught up, finding a natural space beside Ki'reth. “What did they have you doing all morning?” he asked.
“I had an elective slot,” the fox-boy answered. He was in bare fur as usual, though he never seemed to mind letting it all hang loose. “I'm studying up on writing techniques. Right now it's all a little outside of my preferred genre, but it's good all the same. Gives me stuff to think about. You?”
“School work. Stuff I should have been doing if I were still a kindern.”
A flicker flashed across the snout of the Aspatrian fox, a fleeting look of puzzlement Talek had seen before on more than a few faces. It was gone in the blink of an eye, but nevertheless the Karrian boy snickered. “You forgot I'm only sixteen, didn't you?”
The snorting chuckle Ki'reth gave was answer enough. “It's just hard to keep stuff straight sometimes!” Somehow, that was enough to loosen the tightness in Talek's chest, and for the rest of his lunch break he gave not a single thought to the future, nor the life he'd left behind.
But the future was coming, and over the afternoon Talek found himself thinking on it once more. Not sadly, but with purpose; he wasn't going to be trapped in Northrock! He was going to make parole!
Both parents were waiting when he and Rilka linked up with them. Once more, that little seed of doubt crept in, which Talek shoved from his thoughts with a soft grunt of mental exertion. He followed Shon's beckoning wave and trotted to a halt beside his father. “All set?”
“Actually, I wanted to ask about something. I... I want to do more to clean my record up, but I don't know who to ask about it. You said about a Beachcomber Club once?”
The parents exchanged looks. “I can take Rilka home if you want to stay and talk with his teachers,” Liki said.
“Good idea. It'll give you two some girly time,” Shon answered playfully before taking hold of Talek's paw and heading back into the school.
In the end, the process of volunteering was quick and painless. That very weekend, Talek was roused from bed bright and early for his first day as a Beachcomber.

Leaving Rilka grumbling under the covers, Talek was allowed to deal with his morning needs before heading downstairs in bare scale, where his parents had laid out his uniform for the day. Most of it seemed sensible – wellington boots; thick, insulating clothes; gloves. The boy harness was slightly puzzling, but one dominant item drew a whimper from his lips.
Shon didn't need to ask what prompted the sound. “The diaper is a precaution, Talek. You'll be out and about for a good while, so it's just in case. You've been this morning already, so you'll probably be fine.”
“Probably?” he mumbled, but kept any further complaints to himself at spying the disapproval in his parent's eye. The outfit let him feeling overly warm, but once steeping out into the low glow of dawn he was glad of the layers. His breath frosted in the air and his earslits tingled from the chill, which would only get worse when out past the wind-break. Thankfully, he only had to wait a minute for the Watchdog to arrive; a larger model than most, with multiple padded grabbers hanging down beneath is silvered, vaguely elliptical body, each holding a tool or bag. Talek looked at the nearest of its six eye-lenses, holding the machine's gaze until it spoke in a soft, male voice.
“Identity confirmed. Good morning, Talek. I will be escorting you during your Beachcomber duties. Please turn around.”
Talek turned to face his father, who ruffled his hair and wished him a good day. The boy felt something press against his back, and a soft click reached his ears before the Watchdog announced, “You are now secured. Please head for the beach.”
Waving to his father, Talek turned and walked alongside the bobbling drone towards the dark, cold sands. The wind hit him as soon as he reached the end of the road, prompting him to pull up his hood and tighten every collar and seam he could against its billowing. “Where do we start?” he asked as his rubber-soled boots hit sand.
“Please head south,” the Watchdog replied.
“Okay. What exactly should I be collecting?”
In the same neutral tone the machine responded, “You should look for any items that could be considered dangerous, or might negatively impact other beach users. Examples include: litter, animal remains, or animal waste.”
“How much do I need to find?”
“There is no quota assigned. Simply do your best.”
The boy wondered what would happen if he didn't collect anything at all. “I'm surprised Rilka never volunteered for this,” he said to himself as he walked along the dampened sand, stepping over and around sodden tufts of salted, half-drowned grass. “This is right up her alley, strolling around in a diaper, tinkling herself!” His musings caused a pleasant tingling in his crotch, which in turn drew a blush. He wasn't sure whether it was the idea of his 'sister' wetting herself, or the flickering urge to try it himself that had prompted the reaction.
Still within sight of home, Talek found something: a broken shell, a longer type that had been snapped to give a sharp diagonal edge. “Should I bag this?” he asked the Watchdog.
The machine scanned it for a moment. “You may dispose of the shell,” it said, and Talek took the grabber from the machine. At least now he'd done something, but to be sure he also added a clump of what looked like seaweed. He also took a moment to gaze out along the shallows, watching a flock of black birds bob up and down in the waves. Occasionally, a few would take flight and circle, only to return to the flock and be replaced with others. He watched until the Watchdog prompted him to resume his duties.
He was perhaps ten minutes further down the beach when he caught sight of other people. Two Jalaxians, cat-like aliens, were dragging a wailing Karrian rejuve between them. The little girl was six or seven, green-scaled like most Karrians were, but without any clothing to protect her from the cold. Talek stopped and stared as she was dragged to the water and pushed to the ground, shrieking as the icy water hit her. The female, presumably her mother barked at the wailing Penny, “Did you think we were joking? I told you if you kept making a mess of your bathing space we'd wash you in the ocean, so that's what we're doing!”
Talek found himself transfixed by the scene, watching as the furred adults worked in pairs to soap up and scrub down the girl in the freezing, salty water. The boy had memories of his own of being dumped into the water against his will, and shivered at the memory.
“Talek, please continue,” the Watchdog prompted, startling the boy.
“S-sorry!” he blurted out before resuming his stroll, steering a little more inland so he wasn't so close to the public punishment and keeping his eyes ahead until the sobbing behind him ceased.
The next most interesting encounter came further along the beach. Having found a single fluttering piece of plastic wrap to add to his litter bag, Talek now found himself stood before a row of wooden logs embedded in the sand. They were spaced approximately three metres apart, and had once been bright green before the elements dulled the paint. Here and there, bits of dark wood showed through, and the log beneath looked to be worse for wear. The line started somewhere inland, and the logs progressed out into the water for a good thirty metres, likely stopping at the edge of the ocean shelf. “What are these?” he asked the Watchdog.
“This is the boundary of the Northrock Correctional Area,” the machine droned.
“You mean the edge of town?”
“Correct.”
“Should I not be here?” he glanced anxiously towards the machine, whose inkarrian form had no means to express non-verbal emotion.
“Penitatas are not permitted beyond this point,” it said in the same calm tones as always.
Still, Talek took a moment to look around. “You'd think there'd be a sign or something? Or-” he approached the markers and gingerly reached between them. His arm passed through the gap without meeting resistance.
“What are you doing?” the Watchdog asked, making Talek jump backwards.
“I thought there'd be a forcefield!” he blurted out defensively, gazing up at his automatic guardian with an anxious grimace. “I don't get why there's no security, that's all!”
“Security measures are in place,” the machine informed him, but no further elaboration was given.
Calming a little, Talek started to move further up the beach onto the drier, looser sand. His eye caught something in the fine grains, which turned out to be a toddler's shoe. “Weird,” he said aloud, offering it to the Watchdog to scan. It dispensed an opaque blue bag from an internal compartment and accepted the item. The boy scanned the beach in both directions, “where could this have come from?”
The machine gave no answer. Talek mused it might have been a desperate Penny running for his/her freedom along the beach and losing the shoe in the dark. As he followed an imagined path of retreat his eye caught something else beyond the boundary, something alive and moving. “Hey! It's a red kestrel!”
The Watchdog bobbed a few inches higher. “That animal is a blacktail kestrel. Red kestrels are larger, and rarely found on this part of the continent.”
“Is it okay?” the boy asked. The bird was hopping around on the ground, occasionally trying to fly with a single wing.
“I have flagged the animal as injured. An animal welfare team is on their way. We should continue our beach patrol,” the drone's unemotional words floated down to Talek's ears, but the boy didn't want to look away.
“We can't leave yet!” he protested, “It's hurt! We should wait for help to get here at least.”
“Animal welfare is not your concern.”
“What kind of thing is that to say?” he shot back, scowling fiercely at his mechanical minder. “You want me to turn my back on someone who's hurt?”
The Watchdog took a moment to process the reaction, lowering itself closer to Talek's eye level. “The bird is a wild animal. Approaching a wild animal can be dangerous for you and the creature itself. It might attack you, or injure itself further trying to escape. I have logged its location and help is on the way.”
“But what if it runs off in the meantime? If we stay, you can keep an eye on it so we don't lose it.”
As the drone considered Talek's argument, the boy's eye was drawn to a flicker of movement in the surf. A streak of tropical blue rode the shallow wave from further out to sea and skidded to a halt in the sodden sand. Shaking itself, flinging water, salt and sand in all directions, the male sea-fox lifted its head and scanned the beach. It was thirty metres away and on the other side of the boundary from the Karrian boy. The pair locked eyes for just a few moments, and the animal's fur fluffed up. Talek looked instantly to the wounded bird still hopping about in the finer sands. “Oh no!” he whimpered, “Stay hidden, little bird!”
The sea fox, seemingly content that Talek was no threat, began to pad up the beach. It stopped every few metres, often with one paw raised mid-stride, and sniffed about. Talek turned his attention back to the predator as his worst fears seemed confirmed; catching a scent, the sea fox dropped low and began to crawl directly towards the bird.
“No! Get away!” Talek barked, and without thinking he darted towards the predator. The startled kestrel tried to flee, but its injured wing meant all it managed was to flip itself over and roll into a sandy recess. Talek skidded to a halt between the bird and the fox, waving his arms back and forth. “Shoo! Go away! Leave him alone!”
The fox showed its fangs, a rumbling snicker-growl escaping from its lips as its fur once more tried to fluff. Talek stood his ground, roaring loudly and swinging his arms in clawing motions towards the animal. “Get! Get!” he snapped, even daring to take a step forward towards the beast. The sea fox gave a single yap, then turned on its heels and bolted inland. The boy's heart hammered in his chest as he watched the predator flee, turning slowly to find the stricken bird had righted itself and was now hopping towards the wooden markers. The low humming of a hovercar filled the air soon after, depositing a pair of animal care agents onto the cold sand.
“You're not supposed to be here,” one of them said with a purposeful jerk of his thumb. “Go on, get back over the line!”
“S-sorry! I was trying to protect the kestrel! A fox was after it!”
The male Karrian paused at the comment. “You were? Well, that's good of you to do, but you're still not meant to be over the line. Watchdog, escort him back!”
The machine chirruped, and its engines thrummed as it built up some speed. Talek trotted after it rather than let himself be dragged, and once he was back on the right side of the boundary his mechanical minder returned to its idling state. “Is the kestrel going to be okay?” Talek called to the pair.
“It'll be fine,” the other agent said. She had wrapped the bird in a soft towel and was cradling it in her arms. “She'll be in the hands of a vet in no time. Thanks for calling it in.”
Giving the pair a wave, and feeling proud of his good deed, Talek resumed his duties. Nothing nearly as excited happened for the rest of the morning, which ended without any real ceremony; the Watchdog abruptly announced he was to return home, and his parents were waiting at the door when he returned, chatting with two of the neighbours. “There he is!” Shon called out.
Talek felt the Watchdog release him. He turned to thank the device, as silly as that might have been, but it was already rising up and speeding north. Liki licked her thumb to scrub at some imagined smudge on his cheek. “First things first, does someone need to change?”
“Mom! No!” Talek whined, blushing with shame as the neighbours glanced at his hips. The bulge of the diaper was hard to hide, even in his baggy pants. “I didn't use it!” he insisted, though he was eager to head upstairs and relieve himself first chance he got.
“Okay. Let's bring you inside and you can tell us how it went,” both parents waved their neighbours  farewell and led Talek in.
The door wasn't even closed before Talek was eagerly asking permission to head upstairs. “Can't you wait ten seconds and tell us how it went?” Liki chuckled.
“It was really exciting, actually!” the boy answered, with just a hint of a squirm. “The Watchdog took me towards the boundary that way, where the green stumps are. I saw a wounded kestrel there and helped save it!”
“You saved a kestrel?” there was surprise in Shon's tone.
“Yeah! It was hurt, like its wing was broken or something, and then I saw a sea fox coming after it so I ran over and scared the fox away!” Talek's excitement crystalised as he saw the quiet scowls on both parents' faces. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
Shon's tone was as warm as a winter graveyard. “You chased a fox?”
“Well no, I stood in front of it to protect the kestrel and yelled until it ran away.”
His father's tone remained unphased. “You put yourself between a predator and its prey? Talek, that animal could have attacked you!”
“It didn't dad, I'm fine-”
“I know you're fine!” Shon snapped. “That's not the point, Talek! The point is you could have been badly hurt! What if the fox had attacked you? What if it scratched or bit you? They aren't large animals, but they can still cause a lot of harm to a Karrian, especially a child!”
Terror hit the boy like a lead ball to the gut. He knew all too well where this fury was heading as Liki stepped forward. “Go and fetch whatever you need, dear. I'll get him started with my paw.”
“Mom-” Talek began, but Liki brooked no argument.
“Strip down, Talek. You are going over my lap for a long, hard smacking! I cannot believe you'd be so foolish as to put yourself in harm's way!”
“B-but I need to pee!”
“You're wearing a diaper,” Liki answered calmly. “Now hurry up and wet or I'll give you extra swats for stalling your punishment!”
Whimpering at the threat, Talek gave in and let go. The unfamiliar warmth began to spread over his crotch, making the boy glance town in fear that he was leaking. He could feel his own urine spraying into the little seam at the top of the garment and bouncing back against this crotch, coating himself in warmth before the padding began to absorb it. A nervous whimper slipped out as his mother began to pull his clothes off while he was still mid-flow, including dropping his pants. “Finished yet?” she asked as the boots and socks came off.
“Y-yes, I'm done.”
“Good.” She took him by the paw and pulled him over to the sofa, lifting the still diapered boy onto her lap. The straps were released and the garment folded down, but not removed entirely.
“Aren't-” Talek began to ask, but his mother's paw smacked sharply against his rear, answering the unasked question; she was going to let him lie in his wetness as she spanked.
“You are a foolish little boy!” she scolded as her paw cracked against his soft, green cheeks. “You should never put yourself in harms way! Next time you see a wild animal you steer well clear!”
“Ow! Mom! Aaow! I'm s-s-sorry!” the boy began to cry as the swift, hard smacks did their work. Through scrunching eyes he saw Shon and Rilka descend the stairs, his sister in bare scale and carrying perhaps the most feared implement the household possessed; the blistering paddle. “No! Not that!” he yowled as Shon took his own spanking position, armed with a fierce looking rod.
“The blisters will serve as a fine reminder! But first we're going to warm those cheeks!” Shon scolded as the rod did its hateful work. The loud crack of the firm, blunt implement against the boy's rear echoed around the living room, followed swiftly by the loud howl of pain from Talek himself.
Down came the rod again, driving into his rear and grinding his crotch into the unpleasantly warm, damp diaper under his crotch. With each swing a new fiery line burned across his exposed bottom, and forced a sharp, shameful hump into the mess he'd made. Shameful blubbing followed, made all the worse by the perverse sensation of warmth and wetness this spanking left him with; his father's cane forcing him to involuntarily hump the cushiony padding and sending confusing signals from his lower half to his brain. “Ple-ease no more!” he wailed, though he knew all too well it was for nought.
By the time the caning stopped, Talek was howling as loud and hard as he ever had. A dozen hot stripes burned across his cheeks, adding deep, crimson marks to the warm pink glow his mother's hand had already made; a hand that cruelly resumed the swatting while Shon readied the blistering paddle. Despite the pain, the repeated twitching and bucking of his hips had left him with a swollen member, this half-formed erection bringing him an unbearable amount of shame. “Mo-ow! Mom! Dad! Owowow! I need you to-aah! To stop!”
“This will be over in a moment,” Shon replied, the paddle looming over him.
“Wait! Dad!” Talek's futile pleading was silenced by the whoosh of the evil paddle. The holes drilled into its face were specially designed to snag and injure the surface of a Karrian backside, causing blistering to form in the seams between their already soft, skin-thin scales. Talek threw back his head and wailed as the paddle thudded down once- twice- thrice- more, leaving his entire rear burning numb and with multiple little sparks of searing misery formed by the holes.
As he wailed, the boy was lifted from his mother's lap and allowed to stand, the soiled diaper clinging briefly to his shrinking erection before falling to the floor in a sodden heap, leaving him feeling exposed, clammy and utterly wretched. Shon knelt to hold the boy, steadying him as he wailed. “You just think on that sting before you put yourself in danger again,” he scolded, but far more softly than before. “Have a good, long cry now, and then we'll get you cleaned up.”
A few minutes of cuddling later, Talek was given the mercy of a warm, wet cloth thoroughly scrubbing his crotch. Liki's rough touch and thoroughness left him with another awkward swelling, as Liki gently rolled back his foreskin to scrub around his glans, but at least she kept well clear of his stinging backside. With a half-mast member, Talek was steered over to a familiar corner and made to stand. Rilka mirrored the kindness he'd shown her previously, and wordlessly joined in the time-out. The warmth of her paw in his own made staring at the wall almost pleasant.
Soon enough, the day returned to normal. Talek was kept bare for the sake of his blisters, but otherwise he and Rilka were able to busy themselves with study, play, and a few easy chores to pass the day. Come evening, Shon came into the bedroom with a pot of nano-lotion in paw, making sure Talek saw it before sitting on the bed and patting his lap. “Come on, assume the position.”
Only a little nervous, Talek crawled over his father's knee. The cream was not immediately forthcoming, however. “I want you to know this incident hasn't lost you any chances or opportunities. You can still be a Beachcomber.”
“I don't know if I want to now,” Talek sighed.
“I get it. Your first day went about as badly as it possibly could. But it would look bad if you quit now. Stick with it for a few weeks, okay? At least then you can say you gave it a good try.”
“Okay.”
The cream stung as it made contact, and began to itch as it was rubbed in, but Talek knew full-well this was just a last hurdle of discomfort prior to blessed relief. “You could go out again tomorrow if you like,” Shon continued as he rubbed the boy's rear. “I think it would look good on your file for you to bounce back so quickly.”
The sigh said 'no', but Talek's mouth said, “alright, I'll do it.”
“That's my boy.” Cream applied, Talek was allowed up once more. “Right, you've had an exciting day, so I think an early bedtime is just what you both need to calm down. Go and fetch your pyjamas, both of you.”

The next day, waking up before dawn came easier. The routine was the same as before, same waterproof winter clothes, same harness, same 'just in case' diaper. The key difference, the one that left Talek blushing awkwardly as he was suited up, was how his member tingled and swelled against the soft, dry fabric of the undergarment. Liki was first to notice his anxiousness. “Hey, don't worry about getting in trouble, okay? Just steer clear of any wildlife.”
“I will,” he replied, though he tried not to look her in the eye. “Can... can I have some water before I go out? I got a bit thirsty last time.”
“Of course.” His mother provided him the drink, which he finished quickly so as not to keep the Watchdog waiting. Whether it was the same machine or just the same model, Talek had no idea. It took him north, towards the distant seafront, and there was mercifully no wildlife to be found. The walk took him the better part of an hour, finding only a handful of offending strands of sea plants, but his stalling had a purpose; softly rubbed by the diaper, what had started as an unexpected, almost unwelcome chub had blossomed into full arousal as the boy embraced his situation. Yesterday's idle musings returned with a vengeance, and for a full half-hour he built up the fantasy in his mind of what he wanted to do. He was fully hardened by the time he walked along the beach towards, then under the pier, his cock pressed against his abdomen and head safely nestled inside the inner folds of the diaper, it's “splash guard” seam apparently designed knowing the habit of boy's body parts to point in awkward directions.
He spied his mark. A medicalos girl, wrapped up as thickly as he was, staring out to sea where a small drone bobbed about in the wailing wind. Talek called out to her as he approached, but his voice was lost in the roar of wind and waves until he drew closer. She turned at his second call and smiled, waving politely. “H-have you seen any rubbish on the beach? Or stuff that needs getting rid of?” he asked from a distance.
The girl's face lit up in realisation. She raised her paw to signal him to wait, and rushed the drone back to land before trotting over. Talek tried to keep a poker face as he let his bladder empty.
“Hey! You're a beachcomber?”
“Y-yeah,” he answered, almost immediately regretting his urge for exhibitionism. The hot splashing liquid against his own scales felt like it was going to force the diaper off and spray across his chest! The hissing, spraying sound seemed to the boy to drown out every other sound in the world.
“Well, I've not seen anything along here. Most of the kids who hang out down here make sure to clean up after themselves.”
“Okay. Thanks. N-nice talking with you!”
The lizard girl giggled. It was a pleasing sound. “Are you always this nervous?”
“I don't get to talk to many Medis. Plus I don't want to get in trouble.” He chose not to mention how his rock-hard member was spraying warm piss as he spoke. As good as the diapers were at absorbing his mess, it felt like his balls were floating in his own fluids.
“Right.” Her eyes flicked down, making Talek go pale with horror. “Do you always wet yourself in front of strangers?”
“I-” the boy's answer was cut off by yet another pleasing giggle.
“What's your name, perv?” the medicalos asked in a playful tone.
“Talek.”
“Nice name. I'll remember it. Can I let you in on a secret, Talek? I'm a perv too.” She stepped back and gestured up the beach. “Go on, go sweep the beach before that floating nanny shouts at you for stalling.”
The boy moved on, cock twitching and heart hammering in his chest. He was starting to see why Rilka liked wetting so much!