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Finnick's Secret Part 2

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Keywords male 638362, fox 135080, diaper 29689, wet 14677, pee 7781, zootopia 4329, accident 1069, finnick 359
As Finnick drove his van to the meet up, he kept looking down at the bulky thing he now wore between his legs. Every time he had one of these week long heavy wetting phases, he had to get used to wearing full blown diapers all over again. Once again he found himself missing the thick pullups he usually wore. They were actually pretty comfortable, and when they weren't wet, they felt like normal underwear almost. He could forget he was wearing them sometimes.Not with these though, every time he shifted in his seat he could feel how big they were, and could also hear the faint noise they made with his large ears.

 As he continued to think about his diapers, his mind wandered again, but this time to the event in his life where he was stuck with them forever. It was a violent car crash when he was about 10. He didn't remember much from it, just screeching tires and a bright light coming at him. What he remembered most was waking up in the hospital, wearing a bulky and damp diaper. He must have wet it in his unconscious state, and when the nurse there came in to change him, he asked her to take it off only to be disappointed when she said she couldn't, and put a dry one on. Later the doctor on duty there came in and explained there was some nerve damage from the crash, and he now had what was called urge incontinence. He would never be able to hold it for long anymore, and he'd have to wear protection 24/7. At this point he had a flash memory of himself earlier panicking to open his front door, and then falling on his face and wetting himself on his own floor. Urge incontinence was a good name for it... He remembered being so humiliated and devastated by that prognosis. School was hard for him, but he managed to keep his secret through most of it. There was a bad pantsing incident when he was around the age of 15 that blew his secret wide open to the school, and from then on he was known as the school baby. He was glad to graduate and leave that school behind. Then he got into his current line of work and met Nick. A good reliable friend. When it was time to do his first "toddler con" he was walked in while he was wearing just his diaper by Nick who just thought he was thinking ahead for his disguise, and who told him what a good job he was doing thinking that far into his role. So this whole time Nick thought his diapers were just part of his costume, and never knew the truth of his medical need for them. He wanted it more than anything to stay that way. No telling how Nick would react if he found out the truth. He decided he was a good friend though, and in time he might come clean with his secret to him, but not for a while now. Finnick realized he hadn't brought a spare dry diaper,and worried about his need for a change sometime later. There was no telling when he'd wet, and he didn't want to get into rash territory, he'd had enough of that in his early diaper wearing days of that particular condition. He just hoped today's job didn't last too long, just in case...

  The warehouse came into view, Finnick pulled the van in around the back. He climbed out of the driver's side, and started to waddle slightly to the backdoor. Yet another thing he hated about these thick diapers he thought. As he reached for the doorknob he tripped and fell backwards onto the ground. He felt his diaper squish under him. Finnick blushed deeply. At some point on the ride over here, he'd already had a sizable accident. He was embarrased he didn't even feel it at all. It probably happened when he was thinking about his past, his condition seemed to have a slight sense of humor he'd noticed. Always with the comedic timing. This wasn't good, he though, he was already wet, this usually made him more easily irritated than he'd normally be, much to the detriment of Nick. Never in his life did he think he'd know why toddlers cry so much when they were wet. That all changed on one fateful rainy night of course. He found out quick just how uncomfortable a wet diaper was... He pushed all these distracting diaper thoughts aside, and opened the door. He waddled inside before catching himself, and trying to walk more normally to avoid suspicion. It was easier said then done though wearing such a bulky thing between his legs, but he always did the best he could with it. It worked well so far. It made it easier that he was so small, and half waddled to begin with to get around. He supposed everyone just attributed it to that mostly.

"There you are, finally!"
Finnick looked up surprised by the voice. He was so lost in his diaper worries, he'd wandered right to Nick automatically.
"Hey there Nick, save some for me?" He said nervously.
"Sure did buddy, here, grab this and get to work."

 Nick threw a crowbar Finnick's way, and he caught it with his expert hands. They were looking for crate of semi expensive watches. Just one crate for each of them, enough to make a quick buck off of. They both agreed that was the best way to avoid the cops busting the job. The problem was these couple of crates were in a warehouse with maybe a thousand other boxes. They did their best tough to get the right ones. They had all the info on the crates written down, so they could pinpoint them faster, but it still wasn't easy. Finnick walked a few steps and then felt a draft. He looked down and saw his shorts were sagging quite a bit, and the waistband of his diaper was showing. He panicked, and pulled his shorts up quick. He then looked at Nick hoping he hadn't seen anything. Nick was struggling with a crate at the time though, and didn't see a thing it looked like, much to the relief of Finnick. He went far away from Nick to work just in case the wardrobe malfunction decided to happen again, and got to opening. He dug his crowbar into the first crate he found, and pried it open, only to see a familiar absorbent undergarment spill out to the floor. The first crate he opened was full of diapers, in his size too. Nick saw this and shouted a smart comment from the other end of the warehouse.

"NICE FIND! MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE THEM, YOU'LL BE SET FOR OUR TODDLER CON JOB FOR A WHOLE YEAR WITH THAT!"
"MAYBE!!" Was all Finnick could manage. He couldn't believe it, the first damn crate... The universe had to be messing with him tonight, Finnick thought, what were the chances, in this huge place..? He was lucky he was so far away from Nick so he couldn't see Finnicks face glowing bright red.

 Still he couldn't pass up the opportunity, and took a couple putting them in his backpack for changing himself out of the soggy one he was wearing later. If he were doing this alone, he probably WOULD have taken the whole crate. Diapers, he found out a while ago, were pretty expensive. Almost worth a crate of fancy watches by themselves. The minutes ticked by slowly without either one of them finding what they were looking for. It turned out there were more crates wit the label they were looking for on them than they thought. When almost a half hour passed, and they were considering giving up, Finnick broke open a crate that revealed the glinting objects they were looking for.

"I found one! I found one!" He shouted to his partner.
"Nice work man!" Nick ran over to where Finnick was. "I think we used up too much time just getting this much though, get the van ready, and I'll bring this one out, and then were gone."

 Finnick got in the van, and backed it up, and saw in the rear view mirror Nick wave his paw to show he was ready. He got out, and he and Nick went to the street to check if everything was clear for their escape. As soon as they poked their heads out though, they were met by an army of police. One of them picked up a bullhorn.
"FREEZE YOU TWO! GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!"

 There was a silent alarm on the warehouse, the cops were waiting for them out here almost the whole time. Nick darted his eyes around shocked, and Finnick began to shake, and although he was too shocked to notice, his bladder relaxed, and he re-wet his already damp diaper out of fear. They re-composed themselves and glanced at each other. They saw they were totally surrounded, and them stuck their hands up in the air in surrender. They knew how this worked by now, running would only make it worse. The police then approached them, cuffed them, and pushed them in back of the nearest squad car. They spent the ride to the police station in stunned silence. Nick probably kicking himself for not disabling the silent alarm before the job, and Finnick upset that he didn't get a chance to change out of his now drenched diaper before he got caught. They arrived and were quickly processed and put into the holding cell. Finnick was allowed to keep his backpack when the cops took all of his theft tools, and leaving the couple of absorbent undergarments behind. They gave the backpack back to him while giggling under their breath. His diaper needs were already part of his records. Finnick snatched the pack back with an annoyed snarl. Once inside the cell, the bars closed the cop on duty said it wasn't as bad as it looked for them right now, they never actually made it out of the building with any merchandise, so they'd most likely just get trespassing and vandalism, a fine for both of them, and overnight in jail here was probably all they had to worry about. With that the cop left, and they were both left alone with their thoughts.They sat together on one bench in the cell, and it didn't take them long to go for each other's throats
in blame.

"Silent alarm huh? I wonder whose job that was to look out for..?" Finnick started.
"The place was ancient. How was I supposed to know it had things like that?!"
"That was your job Nick! Now thanks to you were stuck in here without our payday!"
"What do you want me to do!? Go back in time and fix it?!"
"No,I just want you to accept your responsibility in getting us in here!"
"Fine!! It's all my fault everything went wrong!! Happy!?"
"YES!! NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
"FINE MAYBE I WILL!!"
"FINE!!"
"FINE!!" Their collars shocked them in unison.

 The yelling match probably would have gone on for longer, but an annoyed cop yelled for them to keep it down. Once again they were in silence. Finnick and Nick sat there more or less pouting. Finnick was so pissed off. His heart was pounding, he was shaking, and he felt a familiar twinge from between his legs. His bladder was doing it's thing once again. He couldn't believe he was so stupid. Strong negative emotions only aggravated his problem more, and now here he was, losing control of his emotions. He pulled his legs together as quietly, and discreetly a he could so Nick wouldn't notice. Almost at once however he broke out in sweat, and started trembling with the effort to hold it in. He knew he had maybe 30 seconds before his bladder released on it's own. He weighed his situation. He was in an already soaked diaper, if he wet it, it would leak everywhere, and Nick would find out about his problem in the worst way possible, he could also use the toilet there in the cell to avoid that, but doing that Nick was sure to see the diaper he was wearing under his shorts. No matter what Nick was going to find out, so after a few more seconds of agony, he made the less humiliating decision, he'd just use the toilet, and have a nice chat with Nick about his past, and need for diapers. Just as he tried to get up to go with his plan however, he felt his bladder relax, and warmth flood his diaper. Finnick could only look down in defeat as he watched his pants grow dark as his diaper leaked all over them. He couldn't take watching it anymore, and closed his eyes, desperately hoping this wasn't happening right now, that he was dreaming all this. He'd wake up soon in a wet diaper from the dream, but in his own place, his secret safe. This was reality however, and there was no stopping his bladder now. Nick wasn't even paying any attention to Finnick until he felt the liquid touch his fingers.

"What the..." He stammered before he looked and saw Finnick with his paws over his eyes, with tears of frustration streaming out of them, and a puddle growing under him as it dripped to the cell floor. He could clearly see his friend needed his help though, so avoiding the puddle, he got as close as he could, and started to rub Finnick's back.

"What happened buddy?" He asked soothingly.
"It just happened..." Finnick managed through angry embarrassed tears.
"You wet your diaper too much huh?"
*sniffle* "Yeah..." It took Finnick a second or to for his brain to process what Nick just said. When he finally did, he scrambled away in shock. "You mean you knew!?"
"Sure did buddy." Nick said with a big smile.
"Uhh... Since when..?" Finnicks eyes darted around in confusion more than anything.
"Remember almost a year ago when that car hit you?"

 Finnick did. He and Nick had argued about a cut of a job's pay, and Finnick stupidly ran into the street in anger and got knocked down by a speeding car. It only clipped him though so he went to the hospital with a broken arm, leg and concussion. Nick felt horrible, he now explained, and rode along with the EMT's to the hospital while he as knocked out. When they got there they started cutting his clothes off, and that's when he saw the thick pullup he was wearing that day. He didn't connect the dots right away as to why he was wearing that so far outside the toddler con they did, until a doctor remarked on it and said Finnick needed them sine he was 10, and talked about the car accident. Nick was more hurt than anything, that Finnick was keeping that secret from him when he told him everything else. He also sort of understood why Finnick didn't tell him too, he had a sort of reputation about him, and the fact he needed diapers would be sort of a contradiction to that. When Finnick woke back up he told Nick to stay away making sure he'd never find out the secret, not knowing Nick already knew.

"Then why'd you not say anything until now?" asked Finnick, "I felt so bad for keeping you away from my hospital room like that."
"Because dummy, I knew you didn't want me to draw attention to your problem, and you'd probably just tell me when you were ready, but it looks like it decided to tell me for you huh?"
"Finnick looked at his now cold wet pants, and nodded shyly. "Yeah.."
"Do you have a change?"
"Wait a minute." Finnick took his backpack off and opened it up. Inside were the couple of diapers from the crate he opened in the warehouse.
"Those are from... So you did take some huh?" Nick smiled slyly.
"Well... I forgot to bring some of my own... so..." Finnick looked away embarrassed.
"Well, good thinking ahead there. I'll hold the dry one while you change out of your old one okay."
"Okay... If you want to help... I do have trouble sometimes changing."

 With that Finnick stood up, and slowly started to undo his shorts. Nervous that Nick was watching him. When his wet pants were undone he let them drop to the floor, and stepped out of them, then he proceeded to start fumbling with the tapes that held the diaper up. They were wet now though thanks to his diaper failure, and his fingers slipped constantly. His little paws usually didn't do well with this to start, but this was ridiculous.

 Nick then, seeing him struggle, stood up and said. "Stop, I'll help." Before he could get his paws close to Finnicks diaper tapes though he squirmed and turned away. "Are you crazy?! This is MY diaper, Don't touch it!!"
"But you're having so much trouble, and you can't stay wet like that."
"I've got it..!" With that Finnick went back to fumbling with the tapes again. He grunted in frustration, and Nick only stood there smiling. "Fine..." Finnick said, finally letting Nick help.
"Arms up." Nick said. Finnick did so with an angry embarrassed look on his face. Nick then approached, and with his bigger stronger paws, quickly undid the first set of tapes. "Hey watch it!" Finnick complained. "Not so rough!"
"Arms up I said." Finnick complied angrily. He looked away shyly realizing Nick was seeing him naked right now, but didn't care. This was a lot better than staying wet all night. Quickly as he could Nick got the wet diaper off, and to the side, and put on the dry one on Finnick. His hands expertly doing the tapes.
"There you go buddy, all dry." Nick smiled at his handiwork.
Finnick looked down and smiled at his dry diaper "That was incredible Nick, where'd you learn to do that so fast?"
"Oh, I used to babysit for friends a lot when I was younger. It just comes naturally to me now."
"Glad you did. Thanks a lot Nick, this feels so much better now." He said, and smiled with genuine comfort and relief.
"Well, like I said, you couldn't stay wet like that all night, and what if you had another accident? I was just helping out a friend."
Finnick smiled and went back to his wet pants and stepped into them again.
"Woah, woah woah, you're not going to wear those cold soggy things are you?"
Finnick stopped and looked down at them."I don't want to, but there's no other choice for me. They'll be wet, but it's better than nothing right?"
"Wrong, wearing those is just as bad as wearing that soaked diaper dude."
A cop walked by and saw Finnick's diaper and giggled under his breath. "See?! That's exactly why I need to put these back on."
"No," Nick responded,"I won't let you get a cold or something."
"Then what can we do?"
"Just lay them out, and let them dry man."
"You expect me to just sit here in my diaper for however long it will take for my pants to dry!?"
"It's the best way." With that Nick picked up Finnick's wet pants and layed them out near the window.
"Great..." Finnick grunted, and sat down on the non wet bench and pouted. Nick took a seat now too far from him. After a few minuted of awkward silence yet another cops walked by and laughed at Finnick's diaper. He once again growled in frustration.
"Man the cops here are nosy." Nick said. He then took off the jacket he was wearing and draped it over Finnick's shoulders. It was plenty big enough to cover Finnicks diapers. "Thanks Nick."
"No problem. You were starting to shiver there." "So uhh... The cops know about your diaper problem?"
"What? I've been arrested enough for them to know by now."
"No, I mean it was fine for all them to know but not me?"
"I don't see the cops everyday like I do you."
Nick could see Finnick was getting irritated. "Okay, okay buddy. Good point." And with that he let the conversation drop. After about an hour the pants had finally dried out, and apart from being pee smelling, they were indeed a lot better than they were wet. Nick was right again about that. Finnick finally put his shorts back on and happily re-hid his diaper again.
"Feel better than they did before right?" Nick asked.
"Yeah... Thanks again Nick. I never knew you knew so much about all this."
"Well babysitting makes you learn about pee related things really fast, trust me."
Finnick just sat there and smiled nervously in response.

 The minutes passed by, and it turned darker somehow than when they first got to the station. Nick was getting tired, and could hardly keep his eyes open. He turned to Finnick. "Ready for bed man?" He said groggily only to see Finnick already asleep curled up and facing the wall. "Looks like your way ahead of me buddy." He then noticed Finnicks shorts were sagging a little, and the waistband of his diaper was exposed. Nick reached over and hiked them up and hid them. "There you go buddy. I think you had enough embarrassment for one day." Nick them layed down and drifted off to sleep himself. Unknown to him, Finnick woke up in the middle of the night wet, and quietly as he could changed himself using what he saw Nick doing, and changed himself in record time. He looked at his sleeping friend, and then to the still wet spot on the bench and just marveled over how much happened that day. He knew how good of a friend he had with Nick, and couldn't thank him enough for being so cool with his problem. "Thanks again buddy." He said out loud, and pulled his shorts back up, and went back to sleep. This time they both slept through the night and woke up in time for their release. As they walked out they talked a little.

"What are you going to do now Finnick?" Nick asked.
"I have to get home and deal with a wet spot on my floor..." Finnick said blushing a little.
"You have to deal with a what?"
"It's a long story man..." Nick realized it was something probably pee related, and decided to drop it.
"Okay then, gotcha bud."
  
  With that they went their separate ways. A few days later, and after Finnick cleaned the carpet in front of his door, he got a special delivery. 2 pretty sizable crates outside his door. The heavy wetting phase had luckily passed earlier than usual last night, and Finnick was wearing just his pullups and a t-shirt. Quickly and minding his neighbors he rushed outside his door, and dragged the crates inside. He broke out his favorite crowbar he opened the first one. He recognized it at once as the crate of diapers he broke into in the warehouse. He wondered how it got to his door and went to the next one. Inside was a whole crate full of the brand of pullups he wore, and was wearing at that moment. Probably also from the same warehouse. As he wondered what all this was about he spotted a note on the side of one."Saw these and thought of you, this should keep you nice and dry for a while. A friend. P.S. The pullups are really comfortable, trust me." He looked in the pullup crate and saw one of the packs was already open, and one was missing. Finnick stood there in his own pullup and wondered who could have sent this. Not a lot of people knew about his condition. He then thought proportionally he and Nick were the same size, and Nick probably could have got one of these pullups on without too much effort."He couldn't have worn... Could he..?" he asked the empty room. Whoever it was, he decided, was just as the note said, a friend. Could he really complain anyways with this huge gift? He smiled, and said to the empty room again. "These pullups better be comfortable, they cost enough." Finnick pulled on his pants and went out for the day. If he saw Nick he might try to ask him if he really did think they were comfortable, see how he reacted...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The second part of my weird story thing I did of a diapered Finnick. This time actually resembling some sort of story.

Part 1: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1168529

Keywords
male 638,362, fox 135,080, diaper 29,689, wet 14,677, pee 7,781, zootopia 4,329, accident 1,069, finnick 359
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Published: 2 years, 2 months ago
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dpkitsune
2 years, 2 months ago
Absolutely wonderful story! I always love it when you write, you make some really good stuff!
DTRoland
2 years, 2 months ago
Thanks a lot.
donteMegaStars
2 years, 2 months ago
Very Well Done With This Story I Like It!
DTRoland
2 years, 2 months ago
Glad you think so.
donteMegaStars
2 years, 2 months ago
And I Like The Second Part Really Well Done!
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