Clams and Tin Cans | Part Five [Comm] (Patreon)

Part Five

Amber’s bedroom, as it turned out, was already somewhat equipped to handle changing a ram of his size. Her bed had a blanket laid out on it, covered with small cartoon animals similarly clothed as he was prancing about meadows filled with flowers and buzzing bees. Atop the blanket, was a fresh change, bottle of powder, and a package of baby wipes already waiting for him.

“Oh wow, you’re prepared.”

Mercurio commented, hoping to diffuse some of his anxiety with idle talk as he stepped into the room after Amber. Amber shrugged, appearing a little embarrassed herself as she replied shortly.

“Well, sometimes otters need a change too.”

She said sweetly, sitting down on top of the bed and nudging the wipes with the side of her rudder tail expectantly. Patting the surface of the makeshift changing station with a paw, she looked coyly at the goat with a raised eyebrow.

“Now then, I think someone has a soggy bottom that needs to be taken care of.”

Sheepishly, Mercurio grinned back. Running a hoof through his hair he sat down next to Amber with a muffled crinkle, feeling the contents of his padding shift and squelch slightly. He had wet himself more than he had expected, undoubtedly a result of the tea and beverages he had had during the movie. He wondered whether Amber had intentionally ensured that he was well hydrated as her house guest. Mercurio would not have put it past her, as she seemed sharp enough to have such foresight.

And experienced…

He noted, seeing Amber handling herself around the subject of changing an adult’s diaper with relative ease. Pushing herself off of the bed, Amber stood in front of him and placed an authoritative paw on top of his chest. He allowed her to push him down onto his back, his legs spreading apart to expose the sodden padding in question which she eyed with a degree of humor sparkling in her eyes.

“My my, you’ve got quite the package for me, don’t you?”

Mercurio snorted, unable to help himself at Amber’s mock seriousness even as he felt his nerves beginning to tingle with both excitement and anxiety. Amber wore a cool expression across her muzzle, though he could see the glint in her eyes betraying her own excitement at the exchange that was about to begin.

Reaching over to pull a wipe out of its plastic container, Amber preemptively washed her paws before moving them over to the button clasps at the bottom of Mercurio’s onesie. Undoing them one by one, she pulled the front flap over Mercurio’s tummy and assessed what she saw below.

“You really need a change sweetheart, you’re on the brink of leaking I think!”

Mercurio could feel the burning beginning to grow in his cheeks as he blushed profusely, unable to help himself. Having someone as cute and spritely as Amber talking about the state of his diaper sent the butterflies flying amok in his stomach.

Deciding that the best course of action would be to relax, as he did not want to make changing him too much of an ordeal for Amber, Mercurio leaned back and closed his eyes.

At the sound of a camera shutter clicking sharply, his eyes opened in surprise and he pushed his head up to look quizzically at Amber. Amber had an impish grin on her muzzle, as she waggled what appeared to be a polaroid in the air, a camera clutched in her other paw.

“Hey!”

Mercurio exclaimed, only a little flustered at the fact that she had just taken a photo of him prone and wearing a visibly soaked diaper.

“Well what else am I supposed to put in my photo album?”

Amber replied promptly, smiling serenely as she carefully deposited both camera and photo on the dresser behind her, her tail swishing through the air indicating her delight. Mercurio blanched, grimacing as he tried to relax himself more. He did trust Amber, he was not worried about the photo ending up somewhere where it should not as he knew she respected his life as an adult.

Still, the fact that the photo did exist in someone else’s possession caused a feeling of helplessness to wash over him. A feeling, he realized, that he did not find as unpleasant as he might have thought it would have.

“Anyway, let’s see what present you left me in those soggy drawers of yours.”

Amber quipped, appearing both excited and authoritative as she sauntered over to the edge of her bed and placed a possessive paw on top of Mercurio’s onesie. Taking her time unbuttoning the snaps, folding the front flap back over the goat’s tummy as she nodded approvingly at the sight of his sudden pamps.

“What a good little boy I have, you really know how to pee huh?”

Mercurio knew what she was doing, intentionally drawing as much conversational attention to the focal point of his infantile attire to further his sense of helplessness.

And he had to admit, it was working like a charm. Laying on his back as he was, the sensation of the soggy warmth between his legs, and the cool, collected, and self-assured expression on Amber’s face, Mercurio was beginning to feel like a little kid again.

He smiled close-lipped, suppressing the beam of enjoyment even as he felt his cheeks burning crimson. Amber was there to witness it all, and she only indulged him further.

With deft hands, she counted softly under her breath as she undid the tapes off of the landing zone.

“One… Two… Three… and Four!”

Mercurio felt a waft of fresh air wash over his privates as she pulled down the front of his padding. With feigned surprise, Amber glanced up at him coyly as his pleasure at the current situation became visually apparent.

“Someone likes having his diaper changed…”

She murmured teasingly, causing the goat to immediately throw a hoof over his face in embarrassment.

“Stop… My face is burning…”

He laughed, attempting to alleviate the tension he felt at having his manhood exposed for her to see.

“Stop… This?”

Ever so softly, Amber stroked the length of his member with one of her paw pads. A shudder ran down Mercurio’s spine, as he felt himself beginning to pulse in response to the stimulation. He drew in a short breath, the tickling sensation causing him to harden further.

Amber took this response as further incentive to continue to softly tease him, running her paw up and down as she maintained firm eye contact that caused Mercurio’s stomach to twist.

He did not speak, the silence between them serving as a platform for their body language to speak their thoughts without noise. Mercurio tried to stay as still as he could, but he could not help but jerkily buck his hips once, twice at Amber’s movements.

She smiled, appearing to enjoy seeing the goat squirm as he teasing picked up the pace and she began to stroke with fervor.

It was happening quicker than Mercurio had expected, but he did not want to give a disappointing performance. Attempting to hold his dignity in as much as he could even as his nerves urged him to respond wildly to the overwhelmingly pleasant sensation, his mouth hung open as his eyes fluttered in response.

Amber appeared to know what she was doing, and Mercurio found that he was unable to keep his silence.

“Mmpf…”

He groaned, his eyelids half closed as his head lolled to the side of the pillow. Amber’s paws were soft as silk against the most sensitive part of his body, and her command over his facilities sent spirals of pleasure running through his mind. Laying atop a soggy diaper, at the mercy of someone he found incredibly attractive, Mercurio’s mind became awash with pleasant, subby sensations.

“There’s a good little lamb, you just loved making a puddle for me to clean up didn’t you?”

Amber cooed, her words buttery smooth combined with the little attentions she was giving to him.

Mercurio could feel himself getting close, unsure of whether to resist or allow her to take control; he bucked his hips several more times as he was now unable to stop his movements.

The goat gasped, his eyes rolling upwards as he realized that he could no longer hold back. With a rustle of plastic, Mercurio felt his head become enveloped in the soggy interior of the diaper he had been wearing just as he reached his climax. The sensation of the squishy warmth hugging his quivering head, squeezed and held firmly in Amber’s paw was almost euphoric.

Mercurio finished, his groans pitching up an octave as he felt himself release into the confines of his sodden padding. He panted, feeling breathless and a little tired as the post-nut clarity washed over him like a soft blanket. His nerves felt alive, the sensation of his rear end on sodden padding and a pillow propping him up complimented by the firm grip around his member through the diaper left him limp with relief.

“Who’s a good boy, hmm?”

Amber beamed, releasing him after a moment and climbing next to him onto the bed. She wrapped her furry arm over his chest. Mercurio continued to breathe, letting out a small laugh of relief as he nuzzled Amber back. The thrill had left him ecstatic and breathless, a feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off of him.

He looked over to Amber, studying her cute face as she blinked her long eyelashes back at him.

“So, how about we get your soggy tushie into some dry crinkles then, huh sweetheart?”

Her voice was so sweet and tender that Mercurio did not know how to respond. He only nodded, his horns bobbing up and down as Amber gathered herself off of the bed to finish tidying him up.

The slight soreness he felt as she wiped down his member felt almost as good as the entire performance before, as Amber lovingly took care of replacing his old diaper with fresh powder and fresh, snuggly taped, baby goat padding.