Milktank belongs to Deltank
Draw by Ludis-Luteo
Poor Milktank he sure have ended up whit one squishy well used diaper here.
Good thing it dont have start to leak.
“Out of what?” Oliver came up beside him to see what he was talking about.
“Diapers. I think you took the last one..” Fisk said, a little nervously.
Oliver snickered. “Aww, do you need a change, puddlepup?” He said, reaching over and groping the front of his soaked diaper, giving it a big *SQUISH*. He’d been in it for 12 hours, all the paw wetness-indicators were gone. “Jeez, it sure SMELLS like you do too.” Oliver taunted.
The otter turned bright red. He was quite musky.
“H-HEY! It’s not like you’re any better…” He started. “How many days have you been in that underwear?” He shot back, pointing at Oliver’s briefs.
“Not important; still smell better than you~!” He said cheerily.
Fisk grumbled. He’d gotten rid of all of his underwear after he decided he was going to be in diapers 24/7. Usually that would mean he’d have a huge stash for use, but he didn’t realize how fast Oliver was helping him use them. Oliver was definitely not going to lend him a pair of underwear either; this was too fun.
“C-could you, uh, head to the store and get me some more? My online order won’t get here for another 5 days.” Fisk asked, desperate.
“No way, if you want them, go get ’em~!”
“This is way too thick, people are either going to see it, hear it, o-or smell it…”
“Guess you’ll have to use some critical thinking, bud~!” Oliver teased.
“And you might want to hurry up, because you’re leaking down your leg.”
Fisk looked down. The diaper was soaked, and there was a small puddle at his feet.
“S-SHUTUP OLI.” The otter’s face lit up, and he tried to cover his padding from view with his hands. “Just get me some diapers from the corner store!”
“Nahhh~” Oli sat back in his chair, flipping channels on TV. Fisk let out a whimper before waddling back to their bedroom.
He let out a sigh. Groping his front, his paw was met with the warm squish of his soaked padding.
He moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub and squeeze the front.
“S-stupid Oliver, I don’t smell… Stealing my diapers.. If I could, I’d turn YOU–“
he was cut off as his gaze fixed onto Oliver’s corner table. He’d left his ‘TF collar’ on it. He used it frequently to turn himself into a red panda, or a snow leopard. Really, any animal he could think of, as long as it’s been scanned. He’d used it once to turn him into a–
well, literally a jet, which gave the otter an idea.
He grabbed the collar and scanned his diaper.
“Hey Oliver!” He said happily as he came into the livingroom.
Oliver chuckled, “I’m not getting a change for you, smelly.”
Fisk smiled back. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to!” The otter said, coming up behind his chair. Faster than Oliver could react, Fisk wrapped the collar onto Oliver’s neck, and it secured with a *click!*.
“h-HEY! What was that abou–“
The computer from the collar cut him off: “Voice recognition complete, wearer confirmed: OLIVER WOLF.”
Oliver had set up a voice recognition system, so that the collar could only be used by him. Now that the security was deactivated, the collar was locked on so the TF process couldn’t be interrupted.
“F-Fisk, what did you–”
Fisk let out a chuckle as Oliver started to shrink. He pulled at the collar, but the material was heavily reinforced to make sure it could not come off during the transformation. Oliver whimpered as he slowly started to turn into thick, shiny plastic. His limbs shortened and he started to flatten out. He now realized what he was being turned into. He let out a yelp.
“W-WAIT, FISK, P-PLEASE TURN ME BA–“
He was now unable to speak. He was now completely transformed into a very thick, very absorbant diaper. Oliver sat folded on the chair, letting out whines and pleas to be changed back. Fisk picked him up and smiled.
“Wow! Who would have thought your TF Collar would come in handy when we ran out of diapers!” He said cheerfully. “You’re the thickest one I’ve ever seen, by a LOT!” Oliver glowed bright pink– literally.
“MMMMPH–” Oliver pleaded.
‘You’ve had your fun, now change me back!’ He thought.
As if he knew what he was thinking, the otter responded:
“Not a chance, Oli. You’re replacing THIS.” He said, squishing and pawing at his soaked, musky pampers.
‘H-he couldn’t be serious, he can’t–‘
Fisk started untaping his old diaper and it plopped to the floor. He brought Oliver to the bathroom where he reapplied baby powder and lots of diaper rash cream. He picked Oliver up, and saw the look of horror in his face.
“Oh, the diaper transformation has you… right over my butt. Well, that’ll be a bit unfortunate… for you.” Fisk teased.
Oliver still had most of his senses, especially smell.
“Alright, how’s that feel? Comfy down there~?”
“Great! Now enough waiting, let’s see how much you can hold…”
The otter gave a big push, sending what he’d been holding all morning, and started wetting. Oliver whimpered as he started to absorb it all. The warm liquid began making the diaper nice and squishy, and it didn’t stop. He went on for another 30 seconds before he emptied his bladder.
“How’s THAT, Oli~?” He said as he began pawing at his inflated wolf pampers. “You hold so much! You absorbed all of that, it doesn’t even feel wet!”
“HMm–ghmMM–” he moaned between the paws rubbing over this face.
‘T-THIS IS SO GROSS, PLEASE CHANGE ME BACK’ Oli thought.
“Oh, and I haven’t even started yet. I’ve been holding THIS for quite a while too!”
The otter let out a grunt, and before Oliver knew what was going on, he was filled with a warm, squishy mess.
“Nnnngph-, there we go!” He said, pawing and kneading around the mess he just made.
“GMMMMMPH!!” Oliver pleaded as the otter pawed the mess around.
“Let’s get comfy~!” Fisk started to crouch down, then before Oliver could protest, he landed on his rump with a big *SQUIIIISH*.
“HMPH—” Oliver grunted as his face splatted onto the ground.
“You’re going to get SOOO stinky, Oli~!” He said, squishing Oliver’s face. “When I’m done with you, I’m locking you in the diaper pail with the rest of my smelly diapers.”
The otter squeezed the back again and chuckled. “You hold up so well! You’ll have NO problem staying like this for at leeeast 24 hou–” He stopped.
He hadn’t even checked how long the timer was set to for the TF. He squished Oliver around with his paws, trying to find the time it would transform him back. Behind him, on Oliver’s diaper band, the numbers glowed clear: 1 week.
“U-Um-” Fisk stammered, “I maaaay have not set the timer for your diaper transformation…”
“I-it’s no problem, all I have to do is take you off and–“
He pulled at Oliver’s tapes, but they weren’t un-glueing. He tugged harder, but they didn’t come off. He looked down to see a lock symbol over both tapes: The reinforcement lock must have stayed engaged after the diaper TF, and wouldn’t likely unlock before Oliver TF’d back. Oliver didn’t know what was going on, he couldn’t focus on anything but how stinky and mushy it was, and the otter’s paw in his face.
“Well, Oliver, looks like you’ll be stuck like that… for the week.”
Draw and everything by Oliver_AD
Look like they both is going to have a special week together :)
That diaper sure going to be pretty stinky by then ;)
Draw and everything by Ludis-Luteo
Awww looks like this two furry is force to messy there diapers during there bouncing time. Now they going to be bouncing around whit there messy soggy diapers butt so the messy stuff inside there diaper sure is going to be spread around and cover there completely diaper area.
Poor furrys hope someone come and change them soon before it get to bad.
It looks like this girl sure have wake up whit a squishy Bambino Classico this morning. Good thing it was there to handle here night time accidents :)