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This story was written for Sigma117 as his patreon flash fiction for August. It contains diaper-related watersports, some lewdness and beach related fun. :3

Padded Fun in the Sun

Sigma's cheeks were crimson as he began to remove his clothes, the sun shining down upon the golden sands all around him, the azure blue of the ocean close by, and of course upon his body. He murmured happily as he pulled off his shirt, the sun instantly warming his lush silvery grey fur. The king cheetah trembled slightly, nervous and giddy all at once, as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the front of his jeans. He looked around, taking a deep breath as he saw other people all around him. Many sitting and talking upon beach blankets like the one upon which he was standing. Others paddling or swimming in the ocean. Some far off playing beach volleyball without a net, a thick line drawn in the sand the only guide to their court. The majority however were just lying back and enjoying the sun, resting, reading, sunbathing without a care in the world. The cheetah took another breath, closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself, and pulled down his jeans in one smooth, fluid motion.

He waited for the voices. For anger. Frustration. Dismay and horror.

But of course, none came. He opened his eyes, blushing already as he looked down at himself. At his body, trousers around his ankles and thus only one item still preserving his modesty. Not boxers, not briefs, not swimming trunks or shorts. A puffy, padded, lush white adult diaper.

Kicking off his jeans, Sigma sighed happily as he sat down upon the beach blanket, listening to the material of his diaper rustle slightly as his rump settled upon the slightly uneven sandy ground below. He lay down, purring as the summer sun bathed his body, and closed his eyes in relaxation. It had been a long time since Sigma had been able to do this, since the last time he had been in a place or a situation where he felt so comfortable, so free to be exposed like this. To show how he enjoyed spending his time, how he delighted in dressing himself. It wasn't a case of enjoying the exposure in its own right, not an exhibitionistic thrill so much as it was a lack of a need to hide away. An absence of shame or worry of what others might think. Hell, even here that fear had still been present right up until he actively faced it, only to discover that sure enough, no-one here cared.

Indeed, as time passed and that long, luxurious day at the beach carried on for the king cheetah, he realised that he was far from alone in his own particular method of relaxation. More than once he saw a figure or two wandering up and down the length of the beach on a walk with shorts that seemed rather puffy and full for summer beachwear, a couple of them with the unmistakable ruffles of a diaper's waistband poking out of the top. He saw a woman in a two-piece bikini paddling in the shallows, giggling and moving her hands to protect what was obviously a diaper beneath her own swimwear as another woman she was with splashed water at her, and indeed just as he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering to others in his similar situation, he caught more than a few people regarding him not with judgement, but with bashful smiles of approval, even excitement to see him sunbathing so openly in nothing but that crisp, dry white garment.

It was only when evening fell and the beach began to empty as the sun sank low over the horizon that Sigma realised many of the people, just like himself, who were lingering were the others he had seen in a padded state throughout the day. He watched, lying down and trying not to look too much like he was staring, as a pair of men stood in one another's arms and kissed, blushing and trembling as in the setting sunlight their diapers obviously began to swell and shift in colour as urine soaked their padded interiors. He saw the same vixen who had behaved so protectively towards her padding earlier that day now walking back to the shoreline without her bikini, topless and wearing only the diaper itself around her midsection. He saw her walk knee deep into the gently lapping water. Thigh deep. He saw her laugh, heard her squealing with mirth as she stepped deeper, the water lapping at and swelling the padded, absorbent fabric of her diaper. By the time she stepped back towards the shore it was saturated, dripping water and hanging heavily off her to such extremes that even as she held its sides in both hands her crotch was still rather obviously on display.

Cheeks flushed, Sigma realised that if he wanted to, he could have let go himself right then and there. He could have wet his diaper, his bladder more than ready and willing to do so after the several drinks he'd consumed to stay hydrated while out in the sun, at a mere moment's notice. The more he looked around, the more he thought about it the more that the cheetah realised there was nothing stopping him. No-one to chide him, and plenty of people seemingly happy, eager for him to do as they were doing or at the very least watching others do themselves.

Shivering as he watched a lithe female skunk in a diapered sarong chase the naked, soaking wet and padded vixen back into the water, both of them shrieking with laughter as the vixen was tackled and they both splashed down into the shallows in a flailing mass of legs and arms, Sigma made his choice. He looked around, seeing many eyes upon the pair playing in the shallows, men and women alike blushing and pointing, whispering as the two ladies wrestled in their sodden diapers, soon freed from their heavy embrace and moving on to doing other, far more intimate things together. He saw other couples and individuals doing similarly upon the dry sand. Hands rubbing at padded crotches. Diapered bulges grinding against equally padded rear ends.

And of course as he felt his own bladder letting go, shuddering and fully cognisant of his own arousal as he filled up his diaper with the audible hissing of his urine pouring out into the lush padding, Sigma made note of the eyes that weren't watching the women as they played, but were instead fixed upon him. He blushed, he smiled to the individuals watching him, knowing exactly what he was doing as he squirmed and shuddered upon his blanket while he continued to wet his diaper.

He hoped one of them would come over to him. Introduce themselves, perhaps offer to help him out of that wet diaper and into a new, clean, dry one. Though... hopefully not into a new one too quickly. After all, while there was lots of padded fun to be had upon a beach either during the day or at night, the moaning, whimpering pair now shamelessly making love in the ocean's shallows had certainly proved that there were many other kinds of fun to be shared too.

By Jeeves

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