Slam Dump

Slam Dump

“Pass the ball over here!”

“No, over here!”

Starbuck panted and dribbled down the court. It was only a few minutes into his first practice, and he already regretted trying out for the school basketball team. He wasn’t built for sports, even without his gym shorts being a size too small and his diaper slowing him down. He tossed the ball in a random direction, just wanting to be rid of it, and it just so happened to go towards one of the voices shouting at him. Another kid knocked the ball out of the way and sprinted to the other end of the court. Coach Sullivan crossed his arms thoughtfully, nodding his approval.

“Hustle back to defense, Starbuck!” he barked.

Starbuck turned and hustled, his diaper forcing him into more of a swift waddle than a proper run. This was a lot harder than he expected. He wiped sweat from his brow. He was starting to limp, and a cramp was running up his leg… except it wasn’t a leg cramp. He felt his tail lifting up and familiar gurgles running through his stomach…

Aww, geez… not now… n-not now!

Of course, it didn’t matter what he did or didn’t want. It was going to happen anyway.

He froze, right as someone tossed the ball at him. He grabbed it without thinking, squeezing it tight. He felt his bowels heaving, his tail fully flagged up for all to see. With a sound like a bucket of mud being emptied onto the pavement, a huge load plopped into the seat of his diaper—and then another… and another… his gym shorts were stretching out from all the weight. Starbuck spread his legs farther apart, not daring to move a step until he was finished. Moving too much during a messing risked a leak.

“Woah, hey!” said Coach Sullivan, stepping onto the court. “Do we need to stop practice?”

Starbuck clutched the ball even tighter, feeling the back of his gym shorts struggling to contain his rapidly swelling diaper, the seams creaking as his diaper sagged lower and lower. He flushed red, feeling sweat running down his back.

“N-Nope! Just… nnnf… gimmie a minute here…”

At that very moment, there was a sound like ripping calico and the pressure on Star’s gym shorts dissapeared. Half the team burst into laughter behind him. Starbuck’s ears went flat, tears beading in his eyes. He was clutching the ball more for support than anything else.

Starbuck heard coach say something about shorts and getting off the court, and then there was a hand on his shoulder steering him off to the locker room. He was still holding the ball; it was the only thing he could look at. He felt coach gently take it from him and toss it over his shoulder. Star heard him call out something about practicing layups to the rest of the team, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t paying attention anymore. He sobbed into his balled-up fists, his diaper sloshing between his knees with every step.

Coach Sullivan scratched his chin, frowning. He patted Star’s shoulder. “Hey. Chin up, kiddo. It’s not the end of the world.”

Starbuck sniffled, eyes swimming as he looked up at his Coach. “B-But… in front of everyone, I…”

“So what?”

Starbuck blinked. “So… what?”

“So what? So maybe you were the first out there that needed a change, so what? We’re all in these for a reason.” He snapped his waistband against the diaper puffing out around his belly. “Do you usually have an accident around this time of day?”

“After cartoons,” said Starbuck. “And… during lunch sometimes, and… at night?”

“That explains it, then. It’s almost lunchtime.” Coach Sullivan chuckled. “Look kid, I promise you’re not the only one who’s gonna need a change before the end of practice. We’re called Leakers for a reason, right?”

“How do you know for sure?”

Coach Sullivan winced and put a hand on his belly. Just for a moment, just long enough for Starbuck to notice. “Oh… I don’t know. Just a feeling I have.”

Story by GibsonScratch

Characters belongs to GibsonScratch and IeDino

Draw by CatMonkShiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28101981/

Long Ride Home

Long Ride Home

Starbuck focused on his game, ignoring the odd, little pain in his belly. It would go away in a minute or two, it always did. He squinted at the screen and stuck out his tongue with effort. His fingers tapped lightly on the buttons as his character dodged around the screen with speed and grace, and—

The sound of a large, messy accident almost made him lose his concentration. It was a wet, heavy sound, the kind a big load had when it all fell out at once. He glanced over at Flynn in the other car seat to find him snoring, drooling onto his shirt… and sure enough, there was a brown bulge in the seat of his diaper. Starbuck grinned to himself and turned his attention back to more important things. His tail flopped down on the seat besides Flynn’s.

“Are you boys okay back there?” Flynn’s mommy asked from up in front, her ears having perked upon hearing the telltale tail.

“We’re fine!” said Starbuck. He grunted a little as he concentrated on not dying. “I think Flynn just pooped his diaper, though…”

“Flynn’s been messy for a while,” she said, smiling into the rear view mirror. “Look again, Starbuck. I think a certain someone’s diaper is matching his fur again.”

Starbuck felt his ears flattening as he looked down. A rich brown was smeared all the way down his lumpy diapered front. Of course, now that he saw it with his own two eyes, he felt it too; a thick, slimy paste that squelched around when he shifted even the slightest amount in his car seat. He’d filled his diaper without ever feeling it.

He felt his cheeks flushing. Did she really have to do that? Calling him a brown dragon wouldn’t be so bad if… we’ll, other parts weren’t frequently brown, too. He opened his mouth to protest the indignity, but got stopped by a cramp shooting through his stomach. His tail was already lifting up again…

Flynn snored away, blissfully lost in a dream of adventure in the hundred acre wood. The poor kiddo was completely zonked out. He didn’t hear anything of Starbucks second messing, or the childish cursing that followed. He wouldn’t wake up while being carried to the tailgate for an emergency roadside change; his snoring hitched a bit while his mom cleaned him up, but never once did he slip out of deep sleep.

When Flynn woke up hours later, his diaper was damp and he was still clutching Tigger close. He rubbed his eyes and yawned; Starbuck was slumped over, snoring away. His switch had run out of batteries.

“Are we there yet mommy?” Flynn asked, hugging Tigger closer.

“Not yet, sweetie,” said his mommy, turning her head slightly to smile at him. “We’re really close though! Why don’t you color your book for a while? You do that, and we’ll be home before you know it.”

Her tail deftly grabbed up his Winnie the Pooh coloring book and some crayons from the diaper bag on the passenger seat, handing them back to her damp little drake. Flynn eagerly took it and opened a page to Tigger and friends, and was so busy coloring he didn’t notice the pacifier hanging from his mother’s tail until it was carefully pressed into his mouth. He grinned his thanks before going back to scribbling, happily suckling his paci without another word.

The characters belongs to Flynn and GibsonScratch

Text by GibsonScratch

Draw by CatMonkShiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27650761/

Yes it sure seems like both the cubs needs to have there diaper changed now. It moste be pretty stinky inside the car now from two messy diapers. I sure hope that there mother dont have to match of a problem whit that? But i sure think that she is use to that sort of smell whit two cubs still in diapers.

Roadtrip Accident

Roadtrip AccidentThis is what happens when Starbuck’s mom forgets to put him in a thicker night diaper before a long car trip…

The poor leaking dragon and text belongs to GibsonScratch

Draw by Blankie

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27608657/

Aww poor Starbuck but i sure agree whit him that a leaking diaper sure is match worse then a stinky messy diaper. Now his mother going to have allot of cleaning and drying to do :( Maybe she should have put him in some thicker diaper for the car trip? But it sure is to late to do anything about it now.

Baking Practice

Baking PracticeThe blushing dragon belongs to GibsonScratch

Draw by Emeritus_Terciel

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27124992/

It sure seems like it is a good thing that Starbuck is wearing one thick diaper during his baking time. Because it sure seems like it have been busy handling allot of his accident during his baking time.

He sure should thinking about changing it before it start leaking all over the kitchen floor. That should sure make him blush even more then he is doing now.

siraj and starbuck expanding hypno pamps

siraj and starbuck expanding hypno pampsSiraj and Starbuck having a little fun with some special expanding pampers …and getting in over their heads…

oh well… it’ll subside soon… right?

padding themed from a picture done by Zunu-Raptor

Draw and text by catmonkshiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27080962/

Yes it sure seems like this two have ended up whit one kind of special problem here whit this expanding diapers. Wounder how match they are going to expand?

I sure bet they regret there decision now but it sure is to late to do anything about it now.

Babyfur Comic: Little Mishaps Page 3

Babyfur Comic: Little Mishaps Page 3With good friends, you’re never alone.

Furrys belongs to Starbuck and Heinrich!

Text by Starbuck

Draw by Tropicana

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26367452/

Yes it is always good to have some good and close friends :)

Now they are sitting there together whit messy stinky diapers in the sandbox playing whit the sand. I only hope they dont end up whit a diaper rash now for spending to many hours in a messy diaper. That sure should not be so good or fun.