As he placed the last tape of the new, fresh diaper into place on the landing area, the shiver from earlier that today returned to him in an unexpected rush. His three tails raised up into the air and he bent over onto his bed, inadvertently and passionately bucking his front onto his mattress as the seat of his new diaper bulged out from the mess he pushed into it.
Yet again he climaxed, panting loudly and his eyes crossing from the pleasurable experiences flowing through his mind. After a minute his sensual euphoria drained out of him, and he was left once more in thoroughly messed and wet diapers.
Kazard let out an angry groan, ending on an angry yell and pounding his fist into his bedding repeatedly. He couldn’t think of anything else that could put him in a fouler mood than having to clean off his mess from his backside for the second time in a day, just after he had finished doing so.