Some Alone Time, Part 16 (Patreon)

The shepherd grunted and winced, gritting his teeth at the pressure in his stomach. His body almost seemed to move on its own once the decision was made; like an oversized toddler who didn’t quite make it to the bathroom, he bent his knees and lowered his hips a bit, pushing his big, diapered bottom out and lifting his tail.

Uh oh. Not even Todd has those kind of accidents anymore.

It barely required a push for the shepherd to unload in his diaper. Warmth spread across the seat as the big dog filled his pants like a puppy, the toilet, the grown-up option, in clear view the entire time. He grunted again, his cheeks alight with embarrassment, and his diaper growing heavier by the second. It wasn’t long before he could feel his waistband starting to strain downward, his seat expanding, the plastic crinkling subtly and elastic stretching to contain the weight of the daddy dog’s “accident”. 

He straightened back up, his ears immediately getting hot again at the feeling of the full feeling in his stomach transferred completely to the back of his dirty diaper. The heaviness under his tail made him suck in a breath, still hard as a rock, and look himself over in the mirror. His diaper looked full and swollen in the back, the tell-tale sight of a puppy that needs to be changed, and he gingerly cupped and hefted his seat, imagining his wife’s hand there instead.

Looks like somebody needs a diaper change.

He shivered. His imagination, the heavy diaper between his legs, and the implications of what he had just done had his dick aching all over again. Reaching down between his legs to give it a squeeze made him shudder, already dangerously close to release once more. 

He had to take care of that; he needed a clear head, and clean britches before the big talk with his wife. He could still smooth everything over again, as long as he played his cards right.