Kazard nervously pulled down on the fabric of his pants near his inner thigh, feeling highly paranoid about his current, crinkly predicament. He had woken up that morning feeling refreshed, albeit having fallen asleep on his couch with a myriad of snack containers and bags of chips strewn around him. It was the dampness around his crotch that had ruined his morning, the memory of the progression of events from last evening flooding back in his mind.

Although his memories were not the only thing that had been flooding apparently, as he squeezed the front of his diaper with his paw. He grimaced as he noticed that they were quite thoroughly soaked. He had pressed his legs together, or at least tried to but found that it was difficult with the large, soggy padding serving as his new underwear.