The Needs of Hyena’s

A hyena with a desperate want to wear some diapers finally gets some during some private time to himself. And he’s going to make the most of it...

The Needs of Hyena’s

Rhett quivered as he looked down at the package in front of him. It had arrived an hour ago, but it had taken him all that time to pluck up the nerve to actually open it. The hyena felt himself looking left and right as if expecting someone to pop out of a piece of furniture any minute. He finally had the opportunity to indulge himself.

He took the scissors he’d collected from his junk drawer and started to run the blade along the tape holding the lid together. It popped open as he reached the end, inviting him to slip his paws in and pull it open. With a deep breath he slowly reached in and dragged the cardboard to either side.

There in front of him were four packs of brand new, bright white and shining plastic backed diapers. In an instant he felt his pants start to tighten as his libido kicked in. A dull throbbing made him reach down and adjust, feeling his semi-hard shaft pop down through the leg hole of his briefs.

His face was flush, his mind thoroughly fogged by the presence of the babyish items in front of him. He ran his paw along the top of one of the packs, finding the hole that allowed him to pick it up and pull it free of the box.

Cani-Form Plus – Size M

A dream come true was staring him in the face. He’d been able to try on one of these with a few friends, but never before had he got the courage to order them himself. His studio apartment gave him a measure of privacy that he had lacked in his earlier years. He’d never been smart enough to avoid detection, his parents having worked out he was into this particular fetish after seeing his search history on the family computer. They’d chosen a “don’t ask, don’t tell” attitude to the whole thing, insisting he stop searching for it but never directly punished him.

It was the best he could’ve hoped for under the circumstances. Now that he was out of the family home and allowed his own space, he could order as many packs of these thick, white squares of pulp and plastic as much as he liked.

He used his claws to rip open the top of the pack, a waft of the scented odour protection hitting his muzzle as the air was released. It was like walking out of a door to the scent of newly cut grass, the feeling of tranquillity it gave him spreading throughout his body and relieving him of his remaining anxiety. He was alone, he had the diapers ready and now it was just time to get changed.

He took the opened pack under his arm and put it on his bed, giving it another quick sniff for good luck as he did so. From his bedside table he pulled out a pack of wipes and baby powder, two items he’d bought in preparation that were an essential part of the whole experience. There would be no half-measures, no missing tricks. He wanted to change into a diaper like it was the most natural thing in the world for him.

He pulled one of the Cani-Forms out of the pack and let it unfold. The tail-hole and tape separated as he held the back up to look at the clean white plastic, the only colour or designs adorning them a yellow wetness indicator that adorned the centre crotch area and a large “M4” emblazoned on the rear. If anyone saw his butt they’d know he was wearing the thickest medical diapers you could get. A shiver went down his back as he imagined his pants falling down in a crowded place, all eyes on him as they gazed at the hyena whose underwear was meant for only the leakiest of canines.

Pulling off his briefs was something of an ordeal, his cock standing to attention as he let them fall to his feet. He wanted so badly to relieve the pulsing shaft of its desperate desire to release but forced himself to push the thought to the back of his mind. He’d have plenty of opportunity to do that once he’d changed.

The side of the pack recommended changing into the diaper while standing up. He’d never had it done to him this way, nor did he intend to. But he knew getting the tail-tape secured would be hard lying down, his paws pulling the sticky plastic off of the wing and neatly pulling it around his tailbase as his butt felt the first softness of the padding. It sent a shiver up his spine, his muzzle curling up a little as he looked back around at his rear. The diaper was hanging off his tailbase, it’s wings flopping around as the front hung past his butt and down between his legs.

He flopped onto the bed, the crinkle of the diaper loudly announcing his arrival on his mattress. It was now under him, ready to be pulled up to his stomach, taped shut for him to enjoy. But first some preparation was needed. Grabbing the powder and wipes he pulled one of the soft wet towelettes from the pack and started to rub around his groin, wiping off the sweat and small patches of pre-cum that had leaked from the end of his shaft. His briefs would need to go in the laundry, his nose catching a whiff of the scent of musk that he was cleaning off his crotch.

Twisting the top of the powder bottle open replaced that smell immediately, his keen senses overpowered by the release of the lavender scent his friends had recommended. His cock pulsed immediately as the rest of his body relaxed, a small dribble of pre-cum heading down onto his stomach. Forcing his arms, now feeling much heavier from the scent of the powder alone, to wipe it clean again he took another look down at his groin, moving the diaper so as to catch any wayward powder.

Within two shakes he could feel his fur start to absorb the talc and dry the dampened clean areas he’d gone over with the wipes. The patches of thick white would need spreading around, but he wanted more first, covering the middle of the diaper in a thin layer of the stuff so that his butt would be suitably covered as well. Reaching down with both his paws he started to rub it into his fur, his beige hair turning brighter, trying not to touch his sensitive shaft too much with the soft ends of his fingers.

A small moan escaped his muzzle even despite his efforts to avoid it. A little laugh followed shortly afterwards, his awareness of how strange this was kicking in as he finished the process of powdering. Now was the moment where he’d have to focus a little more. He felt around to find the front of the diaper, grabbing the waistband and dragging it up his stomach. As soon as the padding made contact with his nethers his back instinctively arched, pre-cum slithering out his tip and down his cock again, a small trail disturbing the fresh powder that covered it. He didn’t care at this point, his butt shuffling to get into the best position to draw the two wings to his stomach as he detached the first of the four tapes from their holdings on the sides. Slowly and carefully he attached the first of the two bottom tapes, getting it as tight as he could without pulling the back too far to one side. The second of the bottom tapes tightened the garment, giving the hyena another shiver as the padded cocoon settled between his thighs. He breathed deeply, trying to gain a modicum of control as he quickly secured the remaining two tapes, knowing that he was close to losing control of his body entirely.

“Fuck…” the word seemed to bounce off the walls as he spoke it, his horny brain almost completely consumed by the feeling of the thing. Last time this had happened he’d been with friends, they’d teased him mercilessly about his sensitive reactions, patting the front of the diaper and setting him off almost as soon as he was trapped in them.

“Poor little yeen... “ he could hear their voices in his head, the memories coming back to the fore as he struggled to keep everything under control.

“He’s such a sensitive boy. Good thing we got him diapered huh? He’d be having little accidents everywhere otherwise…”

He rolled over onto his front, the softness of the bed adding the feeling of comfort that the diaper was sending round his body. He could feel his brown maned hair, spiked and matted, rubbing against his face and pillow. He grabbed a pillow, pulling it under his chest and down to his groin, trying to get some traction against it.

“The kiddo’s just getting used to his favourite underwear. Couple of pats on his rear and he’ll be right as rain!”

He reached around, smacking his own butt, the padding poofing out some of the fresh powder as it did so. The unbelievable feeling of ecstasy this was giving him made him start to pant, drool starting to form on the inside of his maw as his breath became warmer and more drawn out.

“Should’ve seen him before he arrived. Blushing so much…”

The hyena slowed his humping back and forth against the pillow, small droplets of saliva starting to wet the cover of the one that remained under him on the bed. His paw, now out of his conscious control, reached down and grabbed at the tented front of the diaper and started to rub back and forth, his butt now arched into the air away from the pillow even as his body continued to hump the air.

“When do you think he’ll wet? Maybe we should speed up the process a bit? Got a bottle for the baby?”

His muzzle clenched, the voices of his friends in his head spiralling around as he continued the desperate motions, all the sensitive parts of his body screaming for release even as the remainder of his thoughts focussed on extending the experience out as long as possible.

“I think he’d look pretty cute with a pacifier… maybe we should get one for next time…”

The hyena drew his teeth apart and forced his second hand into his maw, his body forced to roll off the pillow and onto his back as his balance was lost. Now unable to keep the noises he was making at bay, moans started to become audible through the gap his thumb was making.

“Rhett… would you like some private time or some help with that?”

The memory shot through his brain and down to his nethers, the image of his friend poking the tented front of his diaper at the last meet sending him into the same orgasmic euphoria as before. Seed spurted from the tip of his cock into the padding, sticking to his shaft and fur under the crinkling plastic. He felt a small amount escape the waistband, forcing itself to take refuge in his belly button.

“Whoops, I think you set him off with that one… You ok there bud?”

He nodded to himself past the pacifier, his eyes closed as the images from before starting to play back. They’d been so… accepting, so friendly despite his little accident.

“It’s ok man, we’ve all been there. When I first started wearing diapers I could barely hold myself together.”

Aftercare was important, he'd been told. Take some time to relax, to let the world pass you by after a session like this. He felt his breath start to slow, his body feeling like it was unfurling as his legs stretched and his paw slowly left his maw to rest on the bed.

He’d jerked off before of course but nothing, absolutely nothing, had compared to the feelings he got with diapers. It was like every fibre of his body was on fire, tingles running up every inch of fur. As he lay back on the bed the first few instances of his playtime with the group came to the fore.

“Just lay back for a bit and let it all out man. You’re all cranked up and horny right now, but trust me you’ll need some space to just chill ok?”

He’d felt so nervous, so scared of what he’d just done at the time. It wasn’t a feeling of shame, though that had come to mind as well. Everyone around had seen him buck and shoot without a single inch of time to stop it. He’d desperately wanted to be cool, to not be such a horny little kid just out of high-school and finally making his way into this weird little world. His tail started to flick back and forth on the bed, enjoying the moment as he felt the sheer desperate horniness that had consumed him moments prior fade from his brain. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling as he adjusted his legs, hearing the crinkle of his underwear as a whiff of musk and sex met his nose. He looked down at the results of his play, trying to assess the damage.

The diaper was a little messed up but still intact, his humping and heavy massaging of his member having pushed some of the padding to the top. His stomach was matted a little from his spunk having managed to free itself from the waistband. He reached over and grabbed a wipe, patting at his fur to remove the worst of it and running it under the waistband to clear up any excess.

“Heh, looks like you made quite a mess huh?”

He groaned again as he felt the memories flicker back into his mind. Even after having released his brain still wanted to remind him of the ridiculousness of it all. He felt his cock start to droop downwards as the blood flowed out of the shaft, his paw adjusting the end to point downwards. For a few minutes there was nothing but the feeling of heart beating and his tail wagging slowly, his fur settling as his post-orgasm haze finally died down.

Slowly he came to the realisation a different feeling was starting to make itself known. Whether by virtue of all the action of the last few minutes, or maybe some subconscious desire, his bladder twinged. For this, he had no memories to give himself any kind of comfort, he had never wet a diaper before, he’d never felt like he had the privacy and pee-shyness was not something easily beaten.

Did he stand up? Stay lying down on his back? What would be comfortable?

“Come on kiddo, just go already…”

That wasn’t a memory. His imagination was starting to fill in the gaps, starting to build on his experiences and encourage him further. Even as he shifted his body to try and get more comfortable he could hear voices egging him on, pushing him to take the next step.

“He’s probably just a little pee-shy. Poor boy just made a sticky mess too”

“I dunno guys, maybe this yeen needs us to give him some privacy. I’m sure we’ll come back to find him soaked”

Rhett moved onto his knees and spread them apart, feeling the diaper droop a little as the tapes that just about held on during his play stretched to account for their new position. The wetness indicator was already slightly blue, his cum having soaked into the padding and wet the line enough for it to be noticeable. He started to breathe more deeply, trying to get his abdomen to muscles to fully relax, for his bladder to release.

“Maybe we need to give him another bottle of juice. Sometimes it makes it easier for littles ones to go when they’re feeding”

“Nah, he’s still just a horny yeen. He wants to piss himself… don’t you pup?”

Rhett nodded to himself as rested his arms on his knees and breathed out hard. With a last sudden twinge his bladder released, warm piss soaking into the front of Cani-Form and causing it to steadily expand and warm. Now every breath felt like a form of pushing, forcing himself to use the diaper like a puppy for its intended purpose. The scent of his urine now added to the mix of smells in his bedroom, the warmth and squish of his diaper adding to the cacophony of sensations that he was now enjoying.

“Such a good boy. Wetting your diaper like a good little puppy aren’t you Rhett?”

He nodded again, mewling as the stream of piss finally came to an end. His paw reached down to the front of the diaper and gave the front a heft. It wasn’t quite full, but the wetness indicator was now fully changed in colour, a distinct discolouration having spread over the front and middle of the garment. It was drooping substantially more as well, almost reaching the bed in his current crouching position.

“Sit”

Obeying his imagination, the hyena sat. He shivered as the full squish of the diaper met his rear, hot urine escaping the absorbent polymer just enough to give him another sense of wetness. He’d done it, he’d actually done it. He’d bought the diapers, he’d played around and used them like the pup he was deep down. Next time he went to a meet he’d have something to tell them.

“And we can’t wait to hear about it pup”