Published: February 25th 2022, 7:18:28 pm
I was awoken in the morning with the soft stirrings of the otter brothers. It seemed there was no middle ground between dead asleep and energetically awake for these two, because they practically leapt out of the crib squeaking their little otter squeaks.
"Time to get up! Time to get up! It's the getting up sooooong!" cried Laffy, doing a few circuits around the crib.
"Come on brother! It's time to get the baby out of beeeeed!" sang Maffy, in a cheerful but chiding imitation of his brother's little ditty.
The two otters worked in tandem to unlatch the crib side and lower it to help me out, quickly checking me and determining that I had soaked, but Laffy's unsoakable otter stack had held fast. I was still yawning and rubbing my eyes when they carried me - one holding me under the arms and one under the legs - toward another area of the room.
"Here we are! The baaaathroom! Time to give little babies a baaaath!" sang Laffy, in a cheerful squeak.
The bathroom was just what he described. A room with a bath, a big luxurious bath that was almost a small pool set into the floor. But there was one important element missing.
"Where is the toilet?"
"Toilet?" the big blue otter laughed. "There are no toilets in the nursery, silly baby. You've got your diaper. Unless you need some help?
I looked over and the large hanging enema hoses and bags along the wall and shook my head, knowing just what he meant by help. "No, no no. I don't need help. I just... I mean do I really have to use my diapers for everything?"
"Ohhh, I get it," said Laffy, smiling a bright smile and winking at Maffy. "He's playing a game. Yes, little one. You have to use your diapers for everything. We'll teach you all about it with... the diaper song!"
"N-no, that's really alright!" I said, waving my hands and blushing bright red. "No diaper so-"
"Ohhh, diapers are for little boys, they fill them with so much joy! You can piddle til they sop, the diapers soak up every drop! Perk your ears cause here's the scoop, the diapers also hold your-"
"Ohhh, gods," I said, covering my face in embarrassment as the two otters both started singing and swinging me back and forth to the tune.
There was no need to draw a bath. There was a big luxurious tub set in the ground, big enough for all of us, in fact, and it was already filled with steamy water.
"Computer! Add otterberry scent!" said Laffy, and suddenly the smell of rivers, seagrass, and berries filled the room. The otters then heave hoed me into the bath.
"One, two, threee!" they cried, and I sailed in the air, landing in the tub.
"You dummy! You forgot to take off his diaper," said Maffy.
"It's a flotation device," said Laffy, sticking out his tongue.
The diaper swelled up so big, it felt like I had been stuffed into a giant pocket pussy. Every movement tickled my bits and tush with a warm and wet squish. I bobbed there with my butt sticking out of the water, looking up in annoyance as I tried not to give my morning wood a reason to squirt and embarrass me.
"Aww, looks like he's having some fun! I wanna try too!"
Laffy belly-flopped into the water, splashing me. "Ohhh gods.... Th-this feels so good, brother!" he called back to Maffy. Maffy rolled his eyes, but watched with interest as Maffy wiggled and groaned in the water. His ears went back and he looked around before climbing down into the tub after his brother.
"Well? Do you like it?" asked Laffy.
"Y-yeah," admitted Maffy, a dumb smile spreading over his face as he began to rub the front of his diaper.
Well, if they were doing it, so could I, I thought, but of course I was immediately reminded that any attempt to hump or rub my diapers instantly hardened my cock cage to prevent me from getting off on my own. I pouted as the two otters began going at it in earnest, rubbing their diapers and grinning in delight. Were they teasing me on purpose?
Laffy was the first to go. "Oh, gods! I'm cominnnnngggg!" he Cried, unloading into his diaper. Maffy just out a cute and very loud squeak when his time came, and he instantly looked embarrassed and covered his muzzle with his paw.
"Did you two have fun?" came a voice from above us. It was Daddy, flanked by Lissenger and Berenger. The two otters looked like someone had just poured a bucket of ice down their diapers.
"Ah! M-master!" cried Laffy.
"W-we can explain!" said Maffy.