Tail Tape

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"HELP ME WITH THIS!" the panda girl shouted from her room, frustration evident in her voice.

Downstairs, a group of friends waited patiently—or not so patiently—for her to finish getting ready. They had planned to go out for a fun evening together, but she was running late.

Inside her room, chaos reigned. She sat on the edge of her bed, wearing an open diaper—a special ABDL design made for anthropomorphic furries, complete with a tail hole and adjustable tapes at the back. Her fingers fumbled as she tried to reach behind herself to fasten the stubborn tape near her tail. It was no use; the angle was awkward, and her paws weren’t helping much either.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.

"My sister sent me up," came a calm male voice. "She said you needed help?"

The panda froze, her cheeks flushing pink under her black-and-white fur.

"You’re still wearing diapers?" he teased lightly, raising an eyebrow.

Her ears flattened against her head defensively.

"Why are you still here?" she snapped, trying to mask her embarrassment with irritation.

He pointed toward her lower half.

"Um… your diaper isn’t secured properly."

"I can do it myself!" she insisted, gritting her teeth. With renewed determination, she strained to pull her arms around her body, twisting awkwardly in an attempt to close the tape. After several failed attempts, she finally gave up, burying her face into the mattress in defeat. Pulling a pillow over her head, she muttered something unintelligible, clearly wishing she could disappear entirely.

Seeing her struggle, the boy approached quietly, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He placed a gentle hand on her back, feeling the softness of her fur beneath his palm. Slowly, carefully, he leaned down and secured the loose tape at the base of her tail. His touch lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, giving her lower back one last reassuring stroke before stepping away.

Her blush deepened, heat radiating through her entire body. Mortified, she turned her face further into the pillow, refusing to look at him.

"I just needed help with that back tape. Now leave!" she mumbled, her voice muffled by the fabric.

He chuckled softly, already heading toward the door.

"If you need any more help, don’t hesitate to ask," he called over his shoulder, closing the door gently behind him.

For a long moment, she lay there, her heart pounding in her chest. Part of her wanted to scream in frustration, while another part couldn’t deny how oddly comforting his assistance had been. Finally, she sighed, sitting up straight and adjusting her now-secure diaper.

Grabbing her bag, she took a deep breath and headed downstairs to join her friends, determined to put the incident behind her—for now, at least.