💧 Here we have Froliko, a young Prairie Wolf, who is having a great time on his vacation, chilling next to a swimming pool. Well, let's say... he HAD a great time -- until the scorching hot sun appeared from behind the clouds. It is 32*C outside, and because Froliko had shrunk down to basically an infant back at the bar, he has to wear diapers. Ever since he wandered into a lone house and hid away in a closet filled to the brim with diapers, he had regressed down to a mere toddler, looking for someone to help him out. Fortunately for him, he could hear footsteps coming from outside the room he was busy exploring when he found that closet. The man he encountered back inside the hallway was... surprised, to say the least, to see a little Prairie Wolf pup wander around aimlessly through an abandoned house, without anyone to look after the confused little canine. The man then took Froliko under his wing out of pity, and took him to a cabin somewhere in the mountains to look after him. It wasn't an ordinary cabin either. It was basically a small vacation hut with two doors and a couple windows sporting beautiful green window shutters. It reminded Froliko of something he had seen numerous times when he visited Spain sometime ago. The sun's heat is now unbearable, steadily rising to a whopping 38*C. Froliko nervously starts walking around the big swimming pool in order to endure the heat. He is wearing a diaper that now fortunately fits him, barely. Suddenly, the small coyote stops, and looks at his hind legs. They're sinking away...? ''What is... happening tah' mee...?'', Froliko asks himself, while he continues to sink further and further. The man who took him in isn't around at the moment, so Froliko is completely alone. The heat of the sun is overwhelming the poor canine. His legs have turned into a cream-like mush that's spreading all over the tiled floor, together with his tail. And Froliko notices that he isn't the only thing that is melting -- the white-blue colored cotton of the training diaper he is wearing, is sliding down his waist, and is now also trickling down what would be his hind legs on the outside. ''Uhm... m-mister, uhm...'', Froliko whimpers, trying to remember the name of the man he met at the abandoned building. But there's no answer. Even though the training diaper he was wearing until now fits him near perfectly, Froliko still manages to slither down the holes in the undergarment with relative ease, like he's made of some kind of butter. And you know what happens with butter when you put it out in the sun... ''Aw, man... my f'wont paws are leaking now, too...?'', Froliko cries out, seeing his paw pads and his fingers soften at the mercy of the ever-increasing heat of the sun. He feels his head touching the cotton of his diaper all the while thick drips of white liquid flow down his face, his nuzzle and finally his ears, which both disappear simultaneously in a puddle of liquefied fur. The molten Prairie Wolf can just barely feel the diaper's insides collapsing onto his head, struggling under the immense pressure of the summer sun, before losing consciousness.

💧 After a while, Froliko slowly wakes up. He can hear the rippling of the cold water inside the pool next to him. But he isn't really motivated to go swimming right now, in spite of the heat, which is now becoming less intense due to the falling of the evening. But still, it continues to be very hot outside, even when the temperature has dropped. Froliko gets off the ground and gets on all fours. In the meantime, the diaper he melted away inside of, has completely turned into a thick, white substance that has absorbed the warmth of the tiled floor it sits on. ''Well, dat' was... awkward'', Froliko comments, ''bettah' get inside an' see if I can find a spare dia'peh fuh' mee tah' put on'' And turns out he isn't wrong about that either, since because he has become so small, it doesn't take long before he notices another liquid pouring out right beneath him -- only this time it's yellow. Froliko sighs, then proceeds to walk in the direction of the front door of the vacation hut. ''Toddleh's are toddleh's'', he says to himself while entering the house through the beautiful wooden door. Time to find himself a nice fresh diaper ...and a towel, of course.

THE END

Wanna read more about Froliko? Here is the first story I wrote about this cute coyote OC of mine -- https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43397456/