The grey-furred fox tried again, running a paw nervously through his headfur as he opened and shut the heavy wooden box lid over and over again, but found that no matter how many times he tried the box did not seem to have any intention to respond to him.
“AAAARGH!” he yelled aloud to nobody in particular, alone in his bedroom as he was. He paced back and forth, thinking furiously and not even caring that the added movement only further spread the mess in his diapers, the thickness of his soaked front constantly reminding him of his diaper-dependent state.
I seriously cannot catch a break with this thing! First I make a small request to have the diapers be a little bit less conspicuous and what do I get in return? ORGASMS DURING SHITS I CAN’T EVEN CONTROL! THIS IS SUCH AN OUTRAGE!
His anger getting the best of him, he sat down and furiously wrote another letter to the box.