Careful What You Wish For | Chapter 15 [Comm] (Patreon)

Chapter 15: What Comes Up

It was Giggles who was put in charge of rediapering Muarauder. The expression in his eyes appeared somewhat pitying as he gently prodded the wolf’s thigh as an indication for him to lift it. Having the largest phallus he had ever managed to take inside of him during the fresh changing process was something that he had not yet experienced.

Still, the giraffe seemed to be trying to minimize the wolf’s discomfort as he applied powder and lotion to his sensitive bits. It was only when the front of the diaper was pulled over Muarauder’s cage did the bottom of the diaper press the dildo even further into his body.

The timber wolf cringed visibly, the snugness of the padding doing a decent job of keeping the dildo properly inserted into his tailhole. With a rustle of plastic, Giggles secured the taped snugly onto the landing zone before standing back up looking over his handiwork.

“Very good darling, now go entertain yourself back in the corner now.”

The words of Ropel’s heavily accented voice dripped out from somewhere to Muarauder’s left, out of his current line of sight. Giggles did as he was told, glancing his shoulder once at Muarauder once more even as he waddled back over to his stool. Despite his immediate obedience, something about the expression on the giraffe’s muzzle told him he would have preferred to continue to stand witness to the spectacle that Muarauder would undoubtedly be forced to endure.

He lay, motionless on the ground as any movement at all seemed to register itself in the protrusion that had been inserted inside of him. His muzzle contorted in a permanent grimace, it was only at the sound of a metal wheel squealing did his ears flick towards the direction of the noise.

Muarauder glanced up, and performed a double take when he saw what Miss Lacey was pulling behind her.

Suspended by a pair of two, elastic bungee cords and connected to an array of parallel rails affixed to the ceiling, was an adult sized bouncer. With two holes in the bottom for its occupants legs to stick out of, the torso section of the bouncer was equipped with a menagerie of straps. Two of which appeared to run over the participants shoulders to be secured with varying levels of tightness, along with a pair of sleeves hanging off the front which too appeared to be equipped with a pair of buckles.

The bouncer crinkled loudly, its deep purple vinyl covering offset by the bright pink of its elastic straps whose metal buckles clinked softly against one another.

“Dis should do de trick for training, I tink.”

Ropel commented dryly, as she stepped forward to unravel some of the straps situated towards the rear of the bouncer. Miss Lacey’s feline gaze traveled down to alight keenly on Muaruader’s reclined form, he noted a malicious gleam in her expression which told him that she was getting a distinct sense of pleasure entertaining the ordeal she was about to force on him.

“On your paws, princess.”

With reluctance, Muarauder shifted around doing his best to keep the dildo in his ass from moving around too much, until he was on all fours and he was able to push himself into a kneeling and then standing position. He turned around, tottering for a moment as he was unused to having such a heavy bottom to contend with when standing. He eyed the bouncer with a sense of trepidation, unwilling to move towards it without a direct order. It came without much time to spare for him to continue deliberating.

“Come here, puppy.”

Miss Lacey propted, her voice sweet as ever even as she flashed her teeth at him. With the intensity of the look in her eyes, they appeared more predatory than friendly.

Holding back a sniffle, Muarauder waddled forward until he was standing right in front of the bouncer. He heard Chip snicker behind him, but the ferret offered no comment just yet as the two females in front of Muarauder unfastened the top clips of the bouncer keeping it suspended several feet in the air.

“Into de holes.”

Ropel commanded, a gray-furred paw pointing at the bouncer’s torso which now lay deflated on the floor. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Muarauder did as she told him to.

The cat and wolf guided the bouncer up his body, sliding it past his quivering legs and guiding his arms through the sleeves that he only realized now had no open endings for him to slip his paws past. As they pulled the ends of the sleeves behind his back, forcing his arms into a hugging position around his stomach, Muarauder’s ears twitched as the buckles were locked into place.

It was not an uncomfortable garment, the sweater-like item clung to his fur and kept him feeling snug and secure. Even the unwelcome pressure around his diaper was somewhat pleasant if not for the fact that it ensured that the dildo remained firmly jammed up his rear.

His complaints only became muffled into his pacifier when the bottoms of the bungee cord clips were once more reattached to the D-rings on either of his shoulders. The claws on his hind-paws scrabbled helplessly against the concrete beneath him, before it became out of his reach.

The pup glanced up, seeing that the cords appeared to have enough strength to keep him completely suspended above the floor, unable to give him a foothold. This resulted in the entirety of his weight from the force of gravity to be focused on the bottom of his padded bottom, inside of which the base of the plastic dildo pushed its unyielding way into him harder than ever.

He whimpered, in such a state of panic and discomfort that he attempted to struggle against his bonds, but only able to wriggle and squirm in place. Muarauder regretted this futile act of resistance almost as immediately as he did it, for it caused the bungee cords to stretch themselves down and up again, redoubling the force making its way further up his rectum with each bounce.

“Having fun already, are we darling?”

Miss Lacey chimed in, her purring voice sweet as ever. She padded around until she faced him, batting her eyelashes at him as she tilted her head in a questioning motion as if expecting a response. Reaching forward, Muarauder watched helplessly as she curled a single, fuzzy paw pad around a particularly large ring that hung off of Muarauder’s chest.

With methodical slowness, she pulled it downwards pulling the rest of the timber’s wolf’s suspended body along with it. She did this with a surprising amount of strength, displaying no visible signs of effort as she guided him down to the floor until his paws alighted once more on the cool floor beneath him.

With a knowing look, she flexed her finger thereby releasing the ring.

Muaruader yelped as he was flung upwards by the force of the bungee into the air once more. His cries were lost into the bulb of the pacifier gag keeping his muzzle occupied as he bounced up and down several times more in quick succession.

He could feel the rubber dildo massaging his prostate, a feeling that he normally enjoyed but now was causing him to feel overstimulated by the enormity of the item tickling a very sensitive spot of his. The bound wolf could feel his member straining in its cage, the catheterized penis pressed on by all sides of the chastity device to prevent him from growing out of his allotted space.

It was a sensation that was almost as unbearable as the prolonged enema he had been forced to endure all that morning long. He could feel himself being brought close to the brink of breaking, as he wondered whether he would be able to cream himself through the cage at all through so much tickling of his prostate. And then the bouncing would subside once more, the excess elastic energy expending himself leaving him only to bob up and down lightly in only a slightly lessened state of discomfort.

Ropel and Chip were quick on Miss Lacey’s heels, and with a surprising amount of cooperation and politeness, the three took turns pulling down on Muarauder’s chest ring with dramatic slowness, sometimes waiting a few seconds just to build up the sense of suspense before releasing him once more.

“No no, after you Ropel.”

“No, Chip, I insist yew simply must ‘ave a turn.”

Had Muarauder not been more occupied with the tumultuous stress he was experiencing in his backside, not to mention the constant jostling stirring up his bladder enough to cause a small trickle into the front of his fresh diaper, he might have been amused by their antics.

It was as if they were putting on a show, while previously they had quipped and snapped at one another they had now juxtaposed such unruly behavior by adopting the highest air of courtesy and pompousness. In the corner, Giggles was hiding a cheeky grin behind a hoof as he watched them over his shoulder.

Muarauder was in no such humorous mood. He screamed into his pacifier bulb, tears welling up into his eyes as he did his best to beg them to stop. They ignored him, behaving as if he was no more than an inanimate object they were idly amusing themselves with to pass the time. The timber was unsure of how much time had passed, but it had felt like hours, when the three turned their attention over to the doors leading out into the front lounge.

A gray mouse poked her head through the door, calling out in a polite tone over to the four furs that stood in the center of the large room.

“Miss Lacey, Pops has sent me a message to pass along that he’ll be arriving in ten minutes.”

“Thank you, Denise!”

With a prompt nod, Denise retreated back before closing the door behind him.

“Aww, eet looks like play time is drawing to a close, no?”

Ropel entoned, reaching up to caress Muarauder’s cheek. He did his best not to shy away from her.

“I guess we’ll just have to play with our dollie next time!”

Miss Lacey added, always walking away from Muarauder’s strung up form over to the double doors. Chip was the last to leave, giving the timber wolf one last sneer before departing after the waving tails of the two lady furs in front of him.

Struck by their sudden abandonment of his torment, Muarauder stared after them unable to fully process their sudden shift in interest. One moment they were teasing him, and just as soon as they had started they had left him hanging, and quite literally at that.

Muarauder chuffed into his pacifier bulb, glancing down at the bouncer’s straps as he thought about what Denise had said. He was unsure of how much time had passed, but it came with some sense of relief that he would be able to go home soon. The timber wolf grimaced, frustrated that he was unable to do anything so much as wriggle.

And for some reason, despite the fact that the enema had only been voided less than an hour ago, Muarauder had the distinct, rising need to relieve himself.