Astro squirmed back and forth on the ski lift, hoping the furs to either side wouldn’t notice the gentle rocking. They felt their padding squish between their legs, swollen from a long day of skiing with no potty breaks. It was warm under their insulated snow pants, and they weren’t in danger of leaking, but Astro felt a nagging sensation in their tummy. They’d been trying to ignore the building pressure all afternoon, but nonetheless, Astro couldn’t help wiggling on the last lift of the day. “Just a few more minutes,” they reassured themself, as the lift pondered up the mountain. Naturally, the ferret was relieved as they reached the top and pushed off the chair. The feeling of cold summit wind greeted them, providing a welcome diversion from their potty need. Astro didn’t hesitate to start down the run, gliding from the lift and quickly accelerating down the hill.

Left… right… squish… squish… Astro was content in their rhythm, happy they’d chosen an easier path to wind down the day on. Trees flew past on either side, and the ferret sped by a few other furs enjoying the end of their day, giving them a friendly nod. The hill tipped forward, giving way to a steeper section which Astro raced into, eager for the chance to get to the bottom sooner. Soon after they started to accelerate, Astro felt a jolt in their legs, something catch, and their body start to twist. They met the ground and slid along the snow, cold working its way into every open part of their clothes. Astro cursed the dim afternoon lighting, which had totally hidden the bump in the snow from their sight. As they slid to a stop, they felt two things. First the cold, wet snow packed into their wrists, neck, and face fur, triggering an instinctual shake to get the bulk of it off. Second, the pressure in their abdomen was more urgent now, impossible to ignore while standing still. Astro groaned and pushed themself up to get their bearings, now clenching their muscles to keep an untimely accident at bay. Both their skis were still on their hind paws, thankfully, but as they glanced uphill, they saw their poles resting several meters above them. In their haste, they realized, they had forgotten the retaining loops on their poles. “Fuck!” they exclaimed, and slowly started shuffling their skis up the hill. Astro took one step after another, each time feeling a twinge down below as they moved their leg. They winced and grunted from the effort of pushing themself up the hill, while still trying to stay in control of the need to go. Eventually, thankfully, Astro reached the poles lying in the snow. They gingerly bent over and picked up each one, this time making sure to thread their wrists through the loops, and angled their skis back down the hill. Afraid they didn’t have much time now, Astro raced nearly straight down the run, determined to reach the lodge as fast as possible.

The ferret skidded to a stop as the snow leveled out, joining a crowd of furs making their way back to the warmth of the ski village. Distracted by the insistent pressure, Astro moved hurriedly, taking several sloppy attempts to unclip the bindings on their skis. They lifted the skis and began to awkwardly waddle on their boots, doing their best to maneuver around tired creatures taking their time to reach their après-ski destinations. They knew exactly where the bathroom was—just down the staircase onto the sidewalk, then past one building, and right inside the lodge. "I can make it, I can make it...," Astro repeated to themself, as every step down the staircase threatened to set things loose in their tummy, and they tried not to think about how long it'd take in the bathroom to get their snow pants off and undo their diaper tapes. They stepped past a group of dogs, relaxed and chatting about their day on the slopes, almost unintentionally taunting the desperate ferret. Astro let out the smallest breath of relief that at least the passersby were oblivious to their situation, but another wave of pressure quickly reminded them to pick up the pace towards the bathroom.

As Astro approached the main door to the lodge, the need to potty had commandeered all their energy and focus. They were just barely holding it together, and the ferret let themself lean one paw against the wall for a second of rest before stepping into the lodge. It was hard work nearly running in ski boots, and a chance to catch their breath was sorely needed. As they took a deep breath in, and out, and in once more, the feeling in their gut started to change. Astro was quickly overcome by a sense of dread, realizing that giving their body a second to relax was exactly what they didn't need, but it was already starting to happen. They squeezed as hard as they could, but Astro felt their tail start to lift completely on its own accord. They tried to cover the grimace forming on their face with a paw as their bowels began to empty into their padding. All of a sudden, the ferret's crinkly seat was filling with squishy warmth, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. They couldn't help but let out a quiet grunt of relief, as their muscles that were holding on so desperately now pushed the entire day worth of mush into Astro's pants. A deep blush engulfed Astro's face, and they glanced around tentatively, bracing to catch a knowing glance from some fur who had seen it all. Amazingly, all they noticed was skiiers milling about as usual, and no particular attention to the ferret standing with a slight crouch next to the lodge. There was, after all, something to be said for the protection and discreetness offered by diapers underneath snow pants.

Now that the ferret's breathing had slowed, and their tummy admittedly felt much better, their nose turned at a hint of their own scent. Their snow pants wouldn't hide the accident forever. They thought quickly about what needed to happen—Astro hadn't quite planned for this outcome. The bathroom was no longer their immediate destination, as it certainly didn't stock changing supplies for creatures needing to clean up a mess in their diaper. On the bright side, their car *was* stocked with supplies, as they had at least predicted they might end up too soggy to make it home without a stain on the seat. Astro shifted from their position leaning against the wall, and immediately felt the mess shift against their butt. Another wave of embarrasment hit as the sensation showed them that this wasn't a small accident, either; it was the kind of mess they'd tease their friends about "destroying" their diaper. Astro waddled towards the parking lot, squishing with every step, now a much more humiliating squish to feel when compared to their soggy skiing just minutes earlier. As they set on their way, another thought hit them. They hoped dearly that their fox friend Powder would still be, in agreement with their name, out chasing the last bit of sunlight on the powder. The two had rode in together, and while they both had a crinkle under their snow pants, Astro knew they'd never hear the end of it if Powder found out about this little incident. The two weren't afraid to tease one another, and Astro thought back to the beginning of the day, hearing Powder's voice taunting them "I'll see you when we're off the slopes, and I bet with a puddle under your boots, leaky!" before speeding away.

Astro trudged across the parking lot, headed for their blue crossover parked in the back corner, still waddling with the soaked, messy diaper between their legs. They caught sight of it as they entered the row of cars, and their hopes immediately dropped. There was Powder, reaching up to load their skis into the roof rack, with the telltale bulge of their own soggy padded rear as their snow pants stretched. Maybe, Astro thought, their snow pants would hide the smell enough for them to quickly make some excuse, and head back to the bathroom with their backpack containing a fresh diaper and a pack of wipes. They approached with an attempt at a nonchalant gait, and made an attempt to distract the fox, "Hey! Glad to see you didn't break your neck flying off a cliff, or whatever crazy shit you were skiing!"

Powder turned to face Astro and giggled. "Good to see you too, dork. Honestly, I have no idea why you won't let me take you down something that's actually fun!"

"Sure," Astro retorted, "after you start paying for my health insurance." As they playfully bickered, Astro leaned their skis against the car and ducked into the back seat, snatching the backpack, and with it the critical supplies. They took a step out and offered to Powder, trying not to shift their tone, "Oh! Oh man, I, uh, I think I left something back at the lodge..." The ferret glanced around, as if looking for something they'd dropped, then continued with a strained smile, "be back in a sec!" as they started to walk away. Just as Astro began the second awkward ski boot step, they felt an abrupt tug backwards, and the fox's paw grabbing their backpack handle stopped them in their tracks.

"'Left something,' huh?" Powder teased. They'd meant to just screw with the ferret for a second, but right after the jab left their mouth, something clicked, and they realized that it made no sense for Astro to take the backpack just to pick up a lost 'something.' Powder knew what was in the backpack, too, and they were quickly putting the pieces together. "What happened, Astro? Got something you need in that pack~?"

"I—uhh..." Astro stammered, trying to find words to reply, but before they did, Powder's free paw squished against the ferret's seat as the paw holding the pack tugged them close.

Powder's nose twitched, and they let out a laugh. "Ha! Oh my gosh, you totally pooped yourself!" they announced, clearly delighted at the situation they'd found.

"Shut up, not so loud!" Astro protested, "I really had to go, alright? And I hit a bump, and... look, you got me, at least let me go change? You've kinda got me stuck here." The ferret pulled against Powder's grip, both embarrassed and eager to clean up.

"Pouty, are we?" Powder did not loosen their grip. "Seems like it was a mistake to let you run off on your own, and I don't think I'll repeat it. You're getting changed right here, kiddo."

"What!? You can't—" The complaint was interjected by Powder pulling Astro off balance, and shoving them through the open hatch. They felt a squish as their butt landed on the floor of the trunk, and the mess spread up between their legs, fighting for space with soaked, swollen padding as the ferret's weight pressed it. Astro let out an indignant yip as they fell, but some frustratingly obedient part of their brain stopped them from immediately trying to scamper away. Powder slipped a paw under Astro's jacket as the ferret settled onto their back, petting the soft belly underneath, and releasing some of the tension they'd built up shoving their friend around.

"Let's get all this gear off," Powder suggested, and started to undo the buckles on Astro's boots one by one. Astro helped by pulling their hind paws as Powder pulled the boots in the other direction, and wiggled their ankles in relief as the paws popped free of the boots. The fox moved on to unbuckling Astro's snow pants, and started to wiggle them down past the ferret's torso. Astro glanced around nervously, alert for other furs in the parking lot as they got more exposed. Nonetheless, they figured that cooperating would get it over with quicker, and they helped shimmy their legs free of the pants. Astro was left in thermal long underwear, with an obvious frilly plastic waistband poking an inch or two above them. Powder wasted no time in lifting Astro's legs up once more, and pulling off the last layer to reveal the padding which was so desperately in need of a change. The fox's eyes glanced over Astro's poofy, yellowed crotch, following it down to a signficant bulge at their butt, and the discolored brown leakguards on either side.

"Astro," Powder said, in an almost chastising tone, "this isn't even just a small accident!" They placed a paw against the bulge in Astro's diaper, and gave it another forceful squish for emphasis. Astro squirmed as they felt the smush against their rear, covering their face with their paws. "You made quite the mess... I'm not sure I've seen a seat this full before!"

As Powder teased, Astro felt a cold breeze against their naked legs, reminding them that this scene was far from private. They glanced around again, this time—shit—they caught sight of a fur opening the back of a car at the other end of the row. They were just far enough to not make out detail, but nonetheless, Astro was shaken. "Wait, Powder," they said, a hint of nervousness in their voice, "what if someone sees? This isn't exactly the most private place for a change, uh, like this..."

Powder looked thoughtful for a second, then gave a mischievious grin in reply. "Oh, kiddo, don't worry, we can make sure someone sees!" Astro looked up in panic, not sure what the fox meant. A second later, they saw Powder pull their phone from their pocket, and aim it at the ferret spread out on their back. Astro scrambled as the camera clicked, and soon enough, Powder was leaning over and shoving the phone's screen in Astro's face. "Look how adorable you are!" The image showed the ferret with their legs held up, clearly showing the stains of their accident on their bulging, swollen diaper, and their front paws half-covering an expression which combined panic with an embarrassed blush. The humiliation was enough to overcome any coherent reply Astro might be able to muster, and instead they let out a whimper, squirming on their back.

"Alright, alright, the kiddo is getting fussy... let's get you into something fresh." Powder tucked their phone back away, and slipped their paws into a pair of latex gloves. They leaned in once again, finally untaping Astro's padding and scooting it free from their butt. "Whew, geez, Astro," the fox commented, as their nose wrinkled. Then, quickly, came a cold shock as the first wipe touched Astro's fur. They yelped and instinctively recoiled from the damp cloth. Powder tsked and chided, "if you hold still, we can get this done much faster, and you'll be out of the cold in nice warm padding instead of lying here all exposed." Begrudgingly, Astro let Powder reapply the wipe to their underside, bracing against the cold.

As Powder cleaned up Astro's accident, the ferret's mood started to mellow out. Yes, it was embarrassing, but on the other hand, how lucky were they to have a friend who was so eager to help them out with such a messy accident. Plus, they couldn't deny that it had certainly ended up a more exciting evening than if they had just used the potty and started the drive home. As Astro reflected on the upsides, while the cold wipes slid over their fur, their bits on display between their legs grew a little, giving away their excitement.

Powder picked up on the change in mood, too, and they couldn't resist another tease. "You like this, huh? Don't get too used to it, poopypants, I'm not gonna clean up after you every time you come running for a change."

Astro protested once more, "I'm not a—," but they fell short at the realization that it was quite undeniable they had, in fact, just pooped their diaper, and a twitch in their half-hard bits gave away that indeed, Powder was completely right about liking it. By this point, thankfully, the fox had finished wiping away the mess, and slid the fresh diaper under Astro's freshly clean butt. They gave several generous poofs of baby powder onto the ferret's crotch, folded up and taped the dry padding, and just like that, the change was finally finished.

Powder rubbed a paw on Astro's crinkly diaperfront for good measure, feeling the ferret still excited underneath, and commented "see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Astro sat up in the trunk, legs dangling off the edge, and leaned in with their muzzle close to Powder's ear. "That was—actually really hot," they whispered, blushing. Instead of speaking a reply, Powder pushed Astro back into the trunk, following them this time to end up on top of the ferret. Powder pressed their muzzle against Astro's before they had time to respond, and Astro quickly reciprocated, engaging the two in a deep kiss. Astro reached their paws around and into the back of Powder's snow pants, grabbing at the fox's soggy, padded butt as the two made out in the trunk of the car. After all, neither of them was in any rush to get home soon.

Much later, Astro turned into Powder's driveway. "I guess this is it for tonight," Astro remarked, ready for their sore muscles to relax in bed, but still replaying in their head the fox pushing them around and teasing them. As they were lost in thought, Powder walked around to open the drivers' side door, and their paw snuck into Astro's pants once more.

"Not so dry anymore, to nobody's surprise," Powder said, giving Astro's diaper a squeeze, now saturated once more from a series of hot chocolate and then Arizona tea on the drive home. "Can't blame you, though," they added, as Powder walked towards their door with gear in hand, and a crinkly waddle in their step. Just before stepping inside, Powder set their gear down and looked back at Astro. They grabbed their phone from their pocket once more and flashed the screen towards the ferret. It was barely discernable, but Astro was sure it was the picture of them with messy diaper on full display during the change. "I'm showing this to all my friends, mudbutt," the fox called as they moved their gear inside and began to shut the door.

The only reply Astro could manage before Powder disappeared from view was to cross their arms and stick their tongue out towards their friend, giving the image of a pouty child. How appropriate, Astro mused, as they put the car in reverse and headed home.