Crane sighed in relief as he felt a trickle escape into the front of his padding, a small yellow spot appearing on the former field of white. He moaned lightly as that trickle quickly grew into a mighty stream, the stain on the outside growing larger as his diaper dutifully absorbed his urine.
But the real test of his garment came when the waterfowl sensed a pressure in his rear and realized his bowels were full and also needed release. Still in the middle of peeing himself Crane stuck his butt out a little before adopting a look of intense concentration, his beak clenched in preparation of his next action. Despite his years of conditioning to use the toilet the need to pop was so great that it only took a small push on the avian's part to get him to start messing. Crane gasped as seconds later he felt the head of a massive turd emerge from his tail hole, the seriousness on his face melting into a goofy grin as he start to relax. He then let out a series of small happy grunts as he pushed the large poo into his awaiting padding, loving the way it stretched to accomdate his efforts. His smile grew bigger as a huge and noticeable bulge appeared in the seat of his diaper, a telltale sign that he had gone number two in his pants. Just thinking the thought made the bird giddy with pleasure.
As Crane finished pooping he noticed he had also finished emptying his bladder, his diaper a bright yellow and sagging in the front. The waterfowl then spent the next couple of minutes enjoying his well used padding until the distinctive smell of feces reached him. Letting out a moan at the pungent reminder that he was stinky and needed a diaper change Crane went over to a nearby shelf and lit two incense candles to mask there smell of his dirty dead. For good measure he also cracked the window open a little.
Satisfied with the countermeasures Crane returned to his bed Matt and laid down, being extremely mindful of his bulging rear end. Sticking his thumb in his beak and sucking on it fervently with half lidded eyes. As he suckled his feather he lifted his long skinny legs into the air and waved them idly around, giving light kicks as he continued to lie on his back. With his free wing he reached down and lightly rubbed his wet padded crotch while breathing in the intoxicating scent of his very full diaper, finding the smell to be homely rather than disgusting.
The master of crane style remained in this bubble of infantile bliss for what felt like forever when he...
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