Short little story to along with this set of art. It's been quite a while since I've written anything like this and I've been sort of in the mood to practice some. :)
This super cute set of art was made by MapiMoo! You can find more of their art over here on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mapimoo/
Clean: TBA
Wet: This one
Messy: TBA
Hyper Messy: TBA
When Devvi's friends joked about dressing her up like a silly, girly ballerina and having her dance in front of a ton of people, she thought it was just that. A silly joke. They could not have actually been serious... Right? But in a blur, she was whisked into a massive, puffy, frilly pink tutu with ribbons and bows all over her. And not to mention the gigantic, poofy diaper wrapped tightly around her, not at all hidden under that embarrassing outfit.
And to top it off, with a sudden shove in her padded behind, she pops out from behind a thick curtain and onto a stage in front of a humongous crowd of people, all clapping and laughing. Absolutely mortified, Devvi looks around the audience and shakily strikes a pose. She did not know the first thing about ballet, but maybe if she could fake it long enough, she could duck behind the curtain, take all this stuff off, and get out of there. But in a split second, her stomach dropped.
She felt a sudden straining pressure down below, and with the massive padding in between her legs, there was little she could do to stop herself. Whether it was stage fright or a legitimate accident, her crotch relaxed and a deluge of urine forced its way out and into the skunk's diaper. All she could do was stand there, frozen in one position in front of all those people, while the padding taped onto her bulged out, stained yellow and drooped further and further down. It felt as thought she could not stop flooding her diaper, even if she could try.
But as the music starts and her body starts twirling and spinning seemingly of its own accord, she can not help but let a smile start to crack along her face. There is no way she could have actually been enjoying this, she thought, there is absolutely no way! How the ribbons and air fluttered around her, the loud crinkling and squishing of her enormous drenched diaper, and the swishing of the frilly tutu. The humility had not washed off of her, still prodding at the back of her mind, but only a dulled voice in a sea of confusing, muddled senses and emotions.
In that moment, it almost felt as if something locked deep inside of her had been set free, finally able to break out of its mental prison. Did she... want this? Did she have a sheltered desire to experience this? She should have been embarrassed, she should have hated this. None of this was right, none of this was her. The clothes, the soggy diaper, the dancing, all of this was supposed to be wrong. But somehow it felt right. It felt okay. To let the shame and inhibition melt away in front of so many people and to let her experience and exist in this state. To feel this moment, to throw off her mask and simply be.