Cynthia Stinks, Part One (Collaboration with @PoofyLoog)

This was written as part of a collaboration with PoofyLoog, who did the illustration you can see here! It's a three part story, we'll be putting out one part a week for the next few weeks. Poofy does lots of fun hypermessing art, so you should check out his twitter! 

Contains: Furries, Messing, Magic, Hyper content

Part One

“Um… um…”

Jake couldn’t help but stare.

When he’d walked into the room, Cynthia’s eyes had been glued on her phone, holding it up to try and get the perfect selfie.

The perfect selfie to show off her totally naked chest, and the magic wand vibrator pressed between her legs…

And, the object that drew the most confusion and startlement from Jake, the large, sagging, visibly overloaded diaper around her waist.

He dropped his keys, lost in the attempt to try and make sense of the scene in front of him. That’s when the smell hit him, and he had to raise a hand to his snout to try and ward it away. He knew she was a skunk, but the overpowering stink from her diaper still shocked him. “What the heck are you doing?”

Cynthia, for her part, had at least blushed when he walked in on her. She wasn’t totally naked, she had on thigh-highs and a collar that matched her white-and-black fur, but that didn’t really do much for modesty. “What are you doing here?” she retorted, dropping her phone onto the couch.

“We had plans!” Jake objected. “You said to come over Friday afternoon and we’d go to the mall!”

She hesitated, glancing off into space and replaying her memories for a moment. “I…crap, I thought today was Thursday.”

“So, again, what are you doing?” Jake demanded, his voice pitched in nasal tones as he tried to protect his sense of smell from her diaper. He could almost see fumes coming off it. “Did you put on–no, stupid question. Why did you put on a diaper and crap yourself?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Cynthia’s tail raised and she chuckled nervously. “It’s fun.”

“You like it?” Jake asked. He couldn’t help it, he smirked. Cynthia tended to tease him about his various habits and interests–now, he finally had some ammo to push back. Drawing in a shallow breath, he said in sing-song, “Little baby cynthia, peeing in her pants, she can’t see london ‘cause she pooped on france!”

Cynthia rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. She still had her wand in her hand, though she’d at least clicked it off. “Yeah, I do like it. It feels great, and nobody stinks like I do.”

“You can say that again,” Jake snickered, trying another shot at it. “I’m surprised they let little babies into magic camp! How full is that thing? It looks like you backed a dump truck and just loaded it!”

“Oh, I’m not a little baby,” Cynthia replied. “I know exactly what I am–and that just happens to include being someone who occasionally destroys a diaper or two–plus, you should watch your mouth, since I got better marks on enchanting than you. What’s that make you, if someone who stinks as bad as me is still better than you, hmm?”

Hesitating, Jake sniffed. Now that she was standing right in front of him, the smell coming off her sagging diaper was truly all encompassing, and he was having trouble trying to think of a way to tease her. “Ugh, watch out for your paint–I think it’s going to start to peel,” he tried. She just laughed. “You…”

Creeping a little closer, she lowered the wand, tapping the bulb at the end against the front of his shorts. “You should try it, foxy. You might never stink as good as me, but hey–you might learn something about yourself.”

He stammered for a response, but nothing came to mind. She’d just swaggered right up–waddled right up, really–and stolen his thunder.

Tossing the wand onto the couch, she said, “I’ll go shower so you can breathe, dummy. You still want to hang out, right?”

Speaking with shallow breaths, he said, “Uh…yeah. Yes, sure.” But his thoughts were elsewhere.

Cynthia went to change, but the smell of her diaper lingered long after she’d left. Jake knew he should just go wait outside, get some fresh air, but something about the encounter had paralyzed him. All he could do was stand there, taking shallow breaths while his mind reeled.

“Really couldn’t get enough of my stink, huh?” Cynthia asked, snapping him out of his daze.

He hesitated. “Huh?”

“I’ve been gone for fifteen minutes and you’re still just huffing,” Cynthia giggled. She’d changed into a blue top and a skirt, more her usual attire–and glancing down, Jake didn’t see a diaper poking out. “Didn’t even open a window, it’s almost like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Jake blushed–why am I blushing?–and looked away. “No, I just…whatever. Let’s get going.”

“Need to use the bathroom before we leave?” Cynthia teased. “Or if you’d like, I’m happy to share a diaper.”

“N-no!” he stammered. “I don’t stink up the place like a little baby.”

“Maybe you should.” The skunk retrieved her keys, swaggering to the door. “You did seem to like it.”

…

Cynthia was wrong. And stupid. And definitely hadn’t planted any ideas in Jake’s head during that visit.

Absolutely not. Certainly not.

He just ordered a pack of diapers off the internet that night for totally unrelated reasons, and paid for expedited shipping on a whim.

Unlike Cynthia though, he was going to make some changes. He wouldn’t just ruin his flat by stinking up the whole place. He just wanted to try using the diaper, but staying in it for long was off the table. He’d put one on, wet it, and then take it off right away.

The package arrived that next afternoon, while he was in the middle of an online game with Cynthia and a few other friends. Not wanting a package of a dozen diapers to sit out on the stoop where any neighbor might accidentally grab it and open it, he hesitated.

“Uh, be right back.”

“What?” Cynthia demanded. “We’re getting swarmed–”

“Can’t pause, gotta run for a sec–” he started, setting down his controller and removing his headset so he could run to the door.

By the time he returned a minute later, his team had been overwhelmed by zombies, and a new match was queuing. “What the hell, Jake?” one of their other friends demanded, as he put his headset back on.

“Had to run–” he started, thinking up the first excuse he could. “Bathroom.”

“Couldn’t hold it for two minutes?”

“Yeah,” Cynthia added, and Jake picked up the humor in her tone. “Why can’t you be more like us, Jake? You never see me running off to use the toilet while we play.”

Wait, she doesn’t–Jake thought. “Then again, you play like crap,” he shot, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Hey, if you don’t like that I stink, don’t play with me,” Cynthia replied.

Yup, she has a diaper on.

“Can you two quit bickering so we can get back to the game?”

And with that, the gameplay resumed, but Jake’s mind stayed on the package a few feet away.

An hour later, as the game ended, he finally had a chance to rip it open, all the while telling himself he was just trying it out to confirm that Cynthia was making stuff up. He didn’t like diapers, he just needed to get it out of his system.

He wouldn’t be like Cynthia, though. He wanted to try using a diaper, but he wouldn’t just sit and stew in it. He didn’t want to deal with cleanup, either–just as soon as he was done, he wanted the proof of his accident to be gone, so he could take off the diaper, clean himself off, and go on with his life confident in the knowledge that he wasn’t a weirdo like Cynthia.

Fortunately, he knew a bit of magic. Not fully-fledged wizard magic, but enough to get by. Sure, it was a bit reckless to invent a homebrew spell given his skill level, but what’s the worst that could happen? He’d have to take a shower after all.

Marking out a few notes on a pad, he tried to remember his latin as he worded the spell. “Let’s see…I want it to hold up when I use it, but self clean as soon as it’s used.” He went through the conjugations, checked it over twice, and lit a candle to cast the spell.

He knew the magic worked–or, at least, that it had caused some kind of effect–when the candle blew itself out. He had himself a perfectly enchanted diaper, and was ready to get this out of his system.

Slipping off his pants and boxers, he turned the diaper over in his hands a couple times, lining up the tapes with the back. Flopping back onto the couch, he wriggled it into place, folded it up over his waist, frowned at the erection that’d formed between his legs, and tried to just tape it in place.

He did a crap job. His diaper ended up lopsided, mangled, and was about ready to fall off–and, because the tapes were sticky, he couldn’t just peel them off and try again. He’d have to get a new diaper, re-cast the spell, and start all over from scratch.

Rather than try that, he reached over to the coffee table until he reached his lighter. Snagging it, he re-lit the candle and cast another quick spell. “Let’s see…Latin for securing the tapes so it’ll stay in place…” he mumbled the words, and in an instant, the diaper snapped into a solid, snug-but-not-uncomfortable position over his waist.

Perfect.

Now he just needed–

“Oh, wow,” he said, as his belly gurgled, almost as though on cue. He felt a pressure on his bladder as well, as though the mere act of putting on the diaper had made him need to go. It was like when he got back from a long car drive, as soon as he was within striking distance of a toilet, he’d suddenly feel that pressure–this just had to be the same thing, right?

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s do this, get it out of the way.”

Standing, he tried to let go. A bit of effort, and a grunt, but a mental block told him ‘no’.

So, he tried again. Spreading his legs, Jake squatted down, extended his butt, and allowed his golden red tail to hike up into the air.

His bladder released, flooding the front of his diaper even through a half erection, and a moment later his guts gave in and obeyed. With a little grunt, he overcame two decades and change of practice at keeping his pants clean and felt the mush spill out of him, pushing out his diaper to make room.

Jake surprised himself with how badly he needed to go–his bladder was still draining after almost forty five seconds, and he had to make an effort to keep pushing, keep packing the seat of his diaper. He wasn’t sure what he’d eaten that had produced such a reaction, but…

But…

The way his mess bulged into his diaper, spreading between his legs while the padding grew sodden and heavy, stirred something inside him. And even as he was still going, when the smell hit him, a gentle whiff of the stink coming off his diaper, that definitely made him feel something. He didn’t smell nearly as bad as Cynthia had, but that was okay–she’d been far, far too ripe for any person to possibly stand. But this, on the other hand, almost–

“No!” he said out loud, though he couldn’t compel his body to stop dumping into his diaper. “I don’t–I don’t like this! I can’t like this, I’m not some sort of–whatever.”

The stream was finally starting to taper off, and he was finally, mercifully, empty. As his bladder stopped dribbling, he stood, ready for the self cleaning magic to kick in. Then, he could take this diaper off and forget about this whole experience.

A second passed, then two.

The diaper didn’t self clean.

“Dammit,” he mumbled. “Stupid messed up magic spell. Guess I’ll have to clean up the crappy way.”

Reaching down, Jake seized the first of four tapes on his diaper, prying it free. He really should have waddled to the bathroom first, but he wanted out of this right away.

As he reached for his second tape, though, the first one snapped right back down.

“Uh…” he said, pulling it free again. This time, it jerked out of his fingers, sealing itself back in place, so that the diaper wouldn’t be free. The third time he tried, he couldn’t even find purchase on the tape.

Frowning, he tried to just tug the diaper free like a pair of underwear. The material stretched, so it had to come off, right?

No dice. No matter how much he pushed down on the waistband, it refused to budge, as though an equal and opposite force fought him.

He was stuck.

And his belly had begun gurgling again.