Jessie looked down at the floor and gasped, her grey paws flying to her muzzle as she stared down at it.
	“Oh, Emma. You didn’t.” The concern in her voice took Andlat aback slightly. Jenny glanced down and growled.
	“You naughty little vixen!” She scolded. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Andlat whimpered, unable to come up with an explanation.
	“She was just too into the movie.” Amy’s mother said. “Accidents happen. I’m sure Amy’s a little soggy too.”
	“Momma!” Amy whined.
	“Emma promised to be a big girl.” Jenny glared down at the fox. “Are you a big girl?” Andlat was so embarrassed he could only shake his head. Jenny snatched his paw and led him to the bathroom, the big purse with the rubber ducky design on her other shoulder. The restrooms had just come into sight when Andlat realized that the bag on her arm was no big purse. It was a diaper bag! The fox hugged Rose to his chest, terrified of the future. Jenny wasn’t really going to diaper him, was she?
	He was pulled into the family restroom, where several other families were also changing their little girls.
	“What now?” Andlat asked softly, hesitant about whether or not he really wanted to know the answer. Jenny smiled, but the fox found no warmth in it.
	“Let’s get you into a diaper, little miss piddle panties.” She had him lie down on the floor. “Hold up your dress with your other paw, sweetie.” She instructed. Andlat obeyed, whimpering softly at how cold his wet training panties felt against his fur.
	Jenny began to pull down his panties just as Amy and her mother walked in. Andlat’s face was as red as a beet as his tubed cock and balls caught the older bunny’s eye, her daughter remaining ignorant. The bunny just smiled and led her daughter to one of the toilets. Apparently Amy wore pull-ups.
	“You got lucky.” Jenny whispered with a wink. Andlat hadn’t needed her to tell him that. “Good thing your auntie packed a plastic bag, just in case.” Jenny said as she placed the soggy article in. “Now for your diaper.” Andlat’s ears flattened as she pulled out the crinkly pink garment, making a show of keeping it where he could see. She made a grand affair of unfolding it, smiling at Andlat, enjoying how he squirmed. A few mothers led their cubs by, smiling down at Andlat.
	“Such a good girl, holding her dress up.” One of the mothers observed with a chuckle, evolving into a scandalous laugh as she caught sight of his tubed cock. “Such a good girl indeed.” She mused as she left.
	Jenny pulled out some cubby wipes and began to meticulously clean the fox. He yelped involuntarily as the cold wipe touched his crotch, warmed by his urine. 
	“Don’t be such a baby.” Jenny scolded, smirking at her perceived humor. Andlat’s face turned red as she kept wiping him, even lifting his legs and cleaning around his tailhole. “Baby Emma’s still too little to wipe herself down there.” Jenny said. Andlat’s ears flattened on top of his head and he whimpered softly, looking away from the wolf. He felt his legs being lifted and when he was lowered back down, he gasped at the thickness under him.
	“Two?” He said, looking at her. Jenny nodded seriously as she grabbed the cubby powder.
	“Absolutely! I want everyone to know that you’re a little vixen who wets herself.” She smiles mischievously as she lifts his legs and he feels something go into his tailhole.
	“What was that?” Jenny pulled out a pacifier and slipped it into Andlat’s muzzle. 
	“Almost done, baby girl.” She said with a warm smile, rubbing the cubby powder against his tubed cock. He whimpered as she taped the first of the diapers around his waist. “I haven’t even had to remind you to keep your dress up! Such an obedient little vixen!” Andlat blushed, having been caught in a humiliating position, but he knew that if he let go now, Jenny would just make it worse for him. The second diaper came up and over the first, taped just as snugly around Andlat’s waist. “There we go!” Jenny said, gently patting the front of his diaper. “Now you’re set for the second half of the movie.” She helped the fox up.
	“Thank you, Jenny.” Andlat mumbled.
	“You’re so welcome, Emma!” Jenny said with a chuckle. “Now, here’s what you can do for me. Make sure you show Amy your dress and tell her that you’re a little miss piddle panties. Okay?” Andlat nodded shyly. Jenny smiled and took the fox’s paw. “Let’s go back.” 
	Andlat’s face was entirely red as he waddled next to Jenny all the way back into the theater. He had been aware of how short the dress was before, but now it felt far more obvious as his thick diapers peeked out. The walk across the lobby seemed incredibly long, but they soon reached their seats.
	“Emma’s back!” Amy exclaimed happily. Andlat nodded. “What took you so long?” Andlat blushed as Jenny squeezed his paw. He lifted up his dress.
	“Jenny had to put me in diapers because I’m a little miss piddle panties.” He said softly. Amy patted him on the shoulder.
	“It’s okay, Emma. I still like you. Do you wanna come to my birthday party the day after tomorrow?” Andlat froze. He did not want to go to a little girl’s birthday party!
	“I’m sure that’d be wonderful!” Jenny said, squeezing Andlat’s paw again. “Right, Emma?” Andlat nodded, knowing that there was no way out of this.
	“That’d be so much fun, Amy!” He said, trying his best to sound genuinely excited. Amy grinned from ear to ear.
	“Would she need to bring a present?” Jenny asked. Amy’s mother shook her head.
	“Her presence will be gift enough.” Andlat missed the wink that passed between Amy’s mother and Jenny.
	Jenny set him in his seat barely a moment before the second half of the movie began. The second part was remarkably similar to the first, but it still managed to hold his attention. Something else soon captured his attention, an ominous rumbling in his gut. He groaned softly and hugged his stomach, willing himself to get through this. He was sixteen years old! He could do this! He groaned softly, but none of the girls heard him. He groaned a slight bit louder, hoping that someone would hear him. Jessie looked over.
	“What’s wrong, baby?” She whispered. “Does your tummy hurt?” Andlat nodded meekly. “I’ll take you to the potty right after the movie’s done. It’s almost over.” Andlat whimpered, but nodded again. He was a teenager. He could hold it!
	His stomach growled again and he leaned forward, hugging his stomach. He had to make it through the movie, he just had to. He glared up at the ponies on the screen. Why hadn’t they made it to Marshmallow Meadow yet? He groaned as they stopped at Fairy Forest to sing about the magic of friendship with their fairy friends. He growled grumpily as it turned into a singalong, all of the girls cheerfully singing.
	“Come on, Emma! Sing along!” Jessie said encouragingly. Andlat sighed, watching the daisy bounce along, each white word changing to a cheerful yellow.
	“Friends look for the best in me, they see who I am and who I’ll be. I love my friends!” Andlat sang half-heartedly. “I love my friends every day; I love my friends in every way. I love my friends!” The song seemed to repeat over and over again, endlessly. The fox groaned as his bowels ached, threatening to erupt at any moment. At last, the song ended and the ponies emerged into Marshmallow Meadow. The credits abruptly began to roll and the lights came up. It was time to go! 
	Jessie stood up and smiled down at Andlat, who was still trying to hold back his rebellious bowels. 
	“Did you enjoy it, Emma?” She asked with a grin.
	“Yeah.” Andlat grunted, preferring to keep his mind on other things. Jessie smiled and patted him on the head.
	“Well, it’s over, so let’s go.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his footpaws. This proved to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Andlat whimpered as the back of his thick diaper bulged from his mess. It seemed to continue on and on. All he could do was stand there and whimper, on the verge of tears, as his bowels betrayed him completely. Jessie and Jenny both knew what had happened and they exchanged a smug smirk.
	“Did Emma have an uh-oh?” Jessie asked, hugging Andlat.
	“Did she make messy?” Andlat nodded, tears in his eyes, as Jenny grinned.  
“Don’t worry, baby girl. Your cousins will change your stinky diapee.” Jessie reassured him. Jenny shook her head.
“We only brought two diapers for Emma, and she’s wearing both of them.” She opened the diaper bag as proof. Andlat’s ears flattened atop his head as he whimpered. This day was simply getting worse and worse. “We’ll just have to hurry home.” Andlat whimpered again as he saw the evil grin on Jenny’s face.
“Are you sure?” Amy’s mom asked. “I’m sure you could find a mother around here with a diaper that would fit your little cousin.” Jenny smiled, but shook her head.
“Oh, no. I’m sure Emma will be a good little girl and be patient.” She tousled Andlat’s headfur. “After all, baby girls don’t get to choose when they get changies.” 
Jenny and Jessie took Andlat’s paws and led him out of the movie theater. With every step, Andlat could feel his mess squelching in his diaper. How much more could he handle? He tried to walk with his legs slightly wider, his dress rustling softly.
	When they got on the bus, Andlat had a new problem: he would have to sit down. He whimpered as Jessie gestured for him to climb onto her lap.
	“Come on, Emma. Sit on your big cousin’s lap.” She coaxed. Andlat shook his head, shifting from footpaw to footpaw.  Jenny had no time to wait for Andlat to waffle about. She scooped him up and plunked the fox down on her sister’s lap. Andlat’s eyes widened and he yelped as his mess spread all over his diaper. “Aunty will change you when we get home, Emma.” Jessie whispered in his ear. She held him still for the duration of the ride and it was mercifully short.
	“Bye-bye, Emma! See you at my birthday!” Amy said, having her mom hold her up so she could kiss the fox on the cheek. Andlat could only manage to wave goodbye as the bunny left, still quivering from the disgusting contents of his diaper.
	Soon their stop came and Andlat was led by the paw down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. He silently thanked whatever Gods were listening that his journey was almost done. Yet, he feared what was still to come at the house. It was strange, wanting both to disappear off the street, but also not wanting to return to the house where his torment began.
	The house was not all that far from the bus stop, so Andlat was soon toddling up the steps of the front porch. Aunty Claire was waiting in the living room as they entered.
	“How was the movie, Emma?” She asked, scooping the fox up and patting his thickly diapered rump. She smirked, but did not comment.
	“Good.” Andlat’s voice was barely above a whisper as the wolf continued to mash his mess against his fur.
	“She enjoyed it so much she forgot that she was supposed to be a big girl.” Jenny declared. Andlat’s cheeks grew red. Claire nuzzled his cheek lovingly.
	“Don’t worry, baby! Aunty will get you into a nice clean diapee! Won’t that be nice?” Claire carried the fox out of the room and up the stairs. Andlat would never have admitted it, but it was sort of nice to be carried around the house rather than having to walk himself. 
	As Claire ascended the stairs, she rubbed Andlat’s back through his dress, as though she was calming a fussy little girl.
	“Such a messy little girl in her stinky diapee! With such a pretty dress, you should smell like strawberries, not messy!” Andlat sighed softly as they entered the nursery. “Baby girl’s happy to be back in her nursery, huh?” Claire set the fox onto the padded changing table, lifting his dress up so that she had clear access to his sagging diaper. She hesitated. Andlat looked up at her curiously. Claire smiled back at him. “Did I forget your paci, princess?” The wolf walked over to the crib and grabbed a pink and white pacifier, slipping it into the fox’s muzzle. Her smile widened as it began to move in and out of the fox’s mouth, his reflexive nursing taking over. She returned to her position by his footpaws. Her paws reached out and the sound of diaper tapes ripping filled the air.
	Andlat whimpered softly as cool air hit his wet fur. This sensation was interrupted, however, as his snout was assaulted by the stench of his diaper’s contents. He groaned and plugged his nose.
	“Silly girl! It’s really not that bad!” She chuckled. “Trust me, if you were a boy, it would be worse. Boys are just more stinky than sweet vixens.” She took several cubby wipes and set to cleaning the fox’s messy diaper area. Andlat shivered as he felt horribly violated by all this. Claire would simply maneuver his body however she wanted it, apparently not even expecting him to be able to follow even the simplest of spoken instructions. She hummed softly as she worked, smiling down at him. “Jessie and Jenny were quite a pawful when they were babies. They always needed a change at exactly the same time. It’s so nice to have one sweet little girl to have all my attention on!” She rubbed Andlat’s belly with a smile. The fox blushed, not because of her words, but from the fact that he could feel himself straining against the chastity belt cruelly keeping his cock flaccid. He knew why he was being turned on by this, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. 
He was pulled out of his thoughts by her claw slightly penetrating his tailhole, causing him to yelp. Claire smiled and returned the pacifier to his muzzle before throwing away the wipes and diaper.
	“I think we’ll only put you in a single diaper for the rest of the day. It’s a lot easier to change your tinkles and messy here.” She smiled as she slipped the new diaper under his rump. “And we’ll put some pretty plastic panties over your diapee so you feel especially like a sweet princess, hmm?” She tickled the fox’s belly again before adding a diaper doubler, just in case. “Just the cutest little vixen, aren’t you? Aren’t you? With your pretty ribbons and dressie and your thick baby diapees that cover your tiny weewee. Isn’t it nice of your daddy to keep it in such a cute pink chastity belt so you aren’t tempted to put your paws down your diapee like a naughty girl?” The wolf began to dust his crotch with baby powder as she studied the ribbons in his headfur. “You know, you’d be even cuter in a bonnet, Emma.” Andlat’s eyes widened. A bonnet! She wouldn’t dare, would she? Claire chuckled. “Someone’s excited!” Andlat moaned into the pacifier as his penis began its struggles anew.
	Once she had finished rubbing the powder into his fur, it was time to tape him up. Andlat had been diapered countless times, but he still hated watching the diaper come up between his legs and over his restrained cock. Still, he smiled slightly as Claire taped the diaper snugly around his waist.
	“Now for a cute pair of plastic panties, hmm?” She left the freshly diapered fox on the changing table as she went over to the dresser to choose a pair for him to wear. Andlat followed her with his eyes, terrified of what new torment a pair of plastic panties could offer. He whimpered softly as she returned with a pair of lavender plastic panties, white lace around the waist and leg gathers. “Aren’t these pretty, baby?” Andlat could not help but murr softly as the smooth plastic slid up his sensitive legs. “Emma likes that, hmm?” Andlat blushed. Claire did not miss anything.
	The wolf made sure that the plastic panties completely covered the fox’s diaper and then picked him up. 
	“Let’s get that pretty bonnet on your head.” Andlat whimpered, but could not argue with a pacifier in his muzzle. Claire set him on the crib’s mattress and began to remove the ribbons from his headfur. “You’re being such a good girl, sitting still for auntie!” Andlat groaned into the pacifier in his muzzle. Claire opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pink bonnet, rows of white lace going across it. She slipped it over Andlat’s head, tying its ribbons under his chin. “So precious!” She exclaimed. Andlat blushed as red as he could as Claire fussed over every little detail of his ensemble.
	She picked him up, slipping a paw under his rump and gently squeezing his diaper. She began to leave the nursery.
	“We’ll go downstairs so you can see your cousins again while aunty makes you some dinner, hmm?” She smiled and rubbed the fox’s back. “Oh! And while I’ve got your attention, Jenny and Jessie were telling me that you were a big girl and walked all by yourself today. I’m really proud of you, but you’re going to tire yourself out if you do that too often. I think you should crawl for the rest of the night, okay?” Andlat sighed and nodded, knowing that arguing would just be fighting a losing battle. Claire smiled. “Good girl.”
	Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Claire set him on the floor and patted his diapered rump.
	“You better go check your dolly’s diapee now that yours is all clean.” Claire said. Andlat began to crawl, grumbling softly about how much slower his progress was now.
	“There’s the princess!” Jenny exclaimed as Andlat came crawling in. “Crawling just like the baby girl she is!”
	“Don’t you look cute in your pretty little bonnet?” Jessie teased, holding out Rose. Andlat crawled over and took the doll, running into a problem. How was he supposed to crawl around if he had a doll in his paws? He sat right at Jessie’s feet and checked the doll’s diaper just like Claire had ordered him to. The girls giggled and Jessie leaned forward to check the fox’s diaper.
	“Now, Emma. Be sure to tell your cousins when you need to make tinkles so we can put you on your big girl potty, okay?”
	“Unless you wanna use your diapee like a baby vixen?” Jenny added with a grin. “So which is it? Are you a big girl or a baby girl?”
	“I’m a big girl!” Andlat said at once. The girls giggled and Jenny set the pink training potty in the center of the room. Andlat blushed furiously.
	“Then be sure to tell us when you have to make tinkles, okay?” Andlat nodded, blushing further as he busied himself with changing his doll’s diaper. At least he would not have to look the girls in the eye. The girls watched with amusement as the fox changed the doll’s diaper, his own diaper clearly visible from under the hem of his dress, puffing out around him.
	Just as he finished changing the diaper, Claire came in. She smiled down at the touching scene before bending and picking up the fox.
	“ Someone’s still dry!”  She praised. Jenny and Jessie nodded in unison.
	“Emma said she was going to use the potty like a big girl.” Jenny announced. Claire’s eyes widened.
	“Did she? Well, let’s have her sit on her potty before dinner then.” Without warning, she pulled down Andlat’s diaper and set him on the pink plastic. Somehow, sitting on a training potty with a diaper down around his ankles made him feel even younger than simply waddling around in a diaper. “Go ahead, Emma.” Claire said gently. He sat there and closed his eyes from the shame, his lip quivering ever so slightly. He did not need to pee or anything, yet here he was, sitting on his potty. 
	“Look at your little weewee, Emma.” Jessie said as she kneeled down. “See how your good baby device makes it point into your potty? You could never pee like a boy with that, huh?” Andlat whimpered and nodded. “Well, if you’re not a boy, what are you?” Andlat whimpered again.
	“A girl.” He whispered. Jessie nodded.
	“Very good, Emma. You’re such a good girl, hmm?”
	“A good girl makes tinkles and messy in her potty.” Claire observed. Andlat returned his focus to that, hoping that perhaps his torment might be made lighter by doing so.
	Ten minutes elapsed without anything. Claire sighed as she lifted the fox up to her shoulder, returning the thick poofy diaper to around his waist. She carried him into the dining room, where the fox immediately saw a new instrument of torture: a candy pink highchair.
	“I don’t wanna sit in a highchair!” Andlat whined, squirming. Claire ignored him, placing the fox into the chair and buckling him in, the pink straps holding his diaper up against him.
	“Vixens who wear diapers sit in highchairs.” She said as she grabbed a pink bib from nearby. Andlat stared at it before she tied it around his neck. “And vixens in highchairs wear bibs.” He pouted. 
	“Don’t pout, princess.” Jenny said, patting him on his head. “You look cute!” Andlat frowned and his stomach rumbled with hunger. Claire came back from the kitchen just then with a pink plastic bowl, which she set on the tray in front of Andlat.
	“Mashed peas for the baby.” She mused to herself. Andlat made a face at the green mush in the bowl before him. Claire noticed. “Make all the faces you want, Emma. You’re not getting out of that chair until you eat every last bit.” Andlat frowned.
	“With what?” He growled, looking around for a utensil. Claire smiled and gently took one of the fox’s paws. Andlat stared at it. She wanted him to eat with his paws? He cautiously took a scoop of the lukewarm mush and brought it to his muzzle, drops falling all along the way. Claire nodded approvingly as he dumped it into his muzzle.
	“Such a messy girl!” She went to the table and she and her daughters began to eat their steaks. Andlat whimpered softly as the delicious aroma floated to his snout. His stomach growled loudly, but all he had to eat was the mashed peas in front of him. He took another scoop with his paw and closed his eyes, hoping that the power of imagination might disguise the taste, at least somewhat. It did not. He sighed sadly. He ate slowly under Claire’s watchful eye.
	Jessie was the first to finish and she immediately pulled her chair over to Andlat’s highchair. She walked into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a spoon.
	“I’ll help you eat all your num nums, Emma.” She said cheerfully, taking a large spoonful and bringing it up to Andlat’s muzzle. He grumbled. “Open wide, Emma!” He obeyed hesitantly. She immediately slipped the spoon into his muzzle.
	This continued as Claire and Jenny finished, leaving the room. Jessie just kept feeding Andlat, a wide grin on her face the entire time. At last, the bowl was empty and Jessie held it up for Andlat to see.
	“Who’s that at the bottom?” She asked. Andlat frowned.
	“Cinderella.” He said softly. Jessie nodded, her grin widening.
	“Yep. She’s a princess.” She wiped Andlat’s face with the bib. “Just like you, for eating all your num nums.” She stood up. “I’ll be right back with your baba, princess Emma.” She disappeared. 
	Andlat struggled, trying to push the tray away from him, the puffy diaper around his waist crinkling with even the slightest movement. The tray refused to budge, so he tried to reach behind him for the release mechanism, but it was out of his reach. He kicked his footpaws desperately, feeling as helpless as the baby girl he was being treated as. 
	Jessie returned a moment later with a gigantic bottle full of apple juice. Andlat grinned in spite of himself, grateful for something to wash away the bland taste of mashed peas.
	“Open up for the baba!” Andlat eagerly did so, much to Jessie’s delight. She took his paws and wrapped them around the bottle. “Now you be a big girl and hold your baba until it’s all gone, okay?” She gently tickled Andlat’s belly before leaving. 
	The apple juice was quite amazing, especially following the mashed peas. It soon, however, had an effect on him and the fox felt his bladder ache for release. He whimpered softly, but no one came into the room. He could hear them all in the living room, chatting and watching television while he was trapped in his highchair, his bladder about to release into his diaper. He whimpered more loudly, kicking his legs slightly.
	“Quiet down, Emma!” Claire called from the next room. “You can get out of your highchair once your baba’s gone.” Andlat whimpered again. He pulled the bottle out of his muzzle to call out to Claire, but the bottle slipped out of his paws and fell, clattering to the floor. Claire was in the room in an instant.
	“Naughty baby!” She scolded. “Do not throw your baba on the floor!” Andlat squeaked and tried to summon up the courage to speak, but Claire quickly picked the bottle up and returned it to his muzzle, holding it there as the fox returned to nursing, defeated.
	His tail swished anxiously as his bladder ached again. What was he going to do? He needed to pee now, but there was so much left in the bottle! He tried to drink as quickly as he could, but the narrow opening of the bottle regulated it to a steady flow. Claire’s eyes were glazed. She was not paying any attention to the fox as he squirmed desperately. He just had to stay focused. There really wasn’t that much more in the bottle.
	Just as he thought that, his bladder released. He whimpered softly as his seat grew wet from the urine flooding it. He whimpered as it kept going, seemingly without stop. Just as the last drops of juice disappeared from the bottle, he stopped peeing.
	Claire set the bottle aside and immediately removed the tray of the highchair. Her eyes flew to Andlat’s diaper. Despite the fact Andlat knew she had known from the very beginning, she sighed dramatically.
	“Emma. You were on the potty not even twenty minutes ago!” She sighed again and Andlat could not help but feel guilty. After all, he was too old to be wetting himself like this. “Well, at least I was planning on getting you into your nightie after dinner. A diaper change won’t be too much more work.” She lifted him out of the highchair, his diaper sloshing slightly. “You soaked your diapee, didn’t you?” Claire observed as she headed upstairs. Andlat’s face was as red as can be.
	Claire stripped Andlat to just his diaper before setting him on the changing table, smiling to herself as she noticed just how vulnerable the fox appeared. When Jack had first told her about Andlat being his baby vixen, she had been reluctant. Even Christmas had not quite convinced her, but seeing the fox lying there in just a soggy diaper, and a girls’ diaper no less, she knew that Jack had been right.
	“Such a good girl, not squirming or anything.” She mused, tickling his belly. Andlat giggled, but turned serious a moment later.
	“Claire?” He asked softly.
	“Sweetie, call me auntie.”
	“Auntie? Do I have to be treated like a baby girl this whole time?” 
	“How else would I treat you, princess?” Claire said, slipping a pacifier into Andlat’s muzzle before he could reply. She untaped his diaper and began to clean the fox up, smiling at how he was enclosed within his chastity belt. “Your daddy sure knows how to fight a little vixen’s libido, hmm?” She said, flicking the plastic cage. Andlat’s cheeks burned and he looked away, sucking harder on the pacifier. Claire lifted his legs and wiped the fox’s rump. It looked remarkably like a baby girl’s butt, causing Claire to smile again. She slipped the used diaper out from under him, leaving the fox naked as she worked on getting a fresh diaper. 
	A moment later, she unfolded the diaper and set it under Andlat’s rump. She began to powder him, smiling as the fox’s eyes closed as he inhaled the infantile scent.
	“Tomorrow, I think we’ll go shopping for a pretty dress for you to wear to your friend’s birthday party. What was her name again?” 
	“Amy.” Andlat replied, his voice even more infantile with the pacifier in his muzzle. Claire smiled and nodded.
	“That’s right, it was Amy. I’m so glad you’re making friends, sweetie.” She lifted the front of the diaper and taped it around Andlat’s waist. “There we are!” She said cheerfully. “Now just for some plastic panties before we get your nightie on you.” She went over to the dresser and started looking through the plastic panties, selecting a seafoam green pair that perfectly matched his Little Mermaid nightie. Despite the less than girly color, they were covered in enough lace and bows to embarrass the little fox as they slipped up his legs. “We both know how much you love this, sweetie.” Claire said. “You love how your plastic panties proclaim to the world what a prissy little vixen you are, hugging your diapers against your fur.” She rubbed his leg. “You can hide it from the girls, but not from me. I’m your Daddy’s sister, princess.” She picked him up. “Once you’re in your nightie, we’ll head downstairs for a little bit and you can say good night to the girls.” Andlat nodded, whimpering softly. How long would Jack be gone?
	Claire wasted no time in dressing Andlat in his Little Mermaid nightgown and then carried him out of the room and down the stairs. Jenny and Jessie were both sitting in the living room, still in their dayclothes.
	“Emma’s all set for beddy bye!” Jessie observed, grinning from ear to ear.
	“It is almost eight o’clock.” Jenny added, reaching out to take Andlat from her mother. The fox whimpered and wiggled around as Jenny cradled him in her arms. “Aren’t you just the cutest little girl?” She teased, tickling his belly. Andlat tried to get out of her arms, to no avail. He was trapped, his thick diaper visible beneath his short nightgown. 
	Claire returned a moment later with a bottle of milk and Jessie set Andlat down on the couch.
	“Is Emma ready for her bottle?” Claire asked sweetly. Andlat at last saw his chance and growled, leaping off the couch and standing there, his paws on his hips.
	“No! I’ve had enough of this! I am not a baby girl! I am a grown-up boy!” Jessie and Jenny laughed at how silly he looked, but Claire frowned as she set the bottle down. 
	“Oh? Is that so?” She said softly. Andlat nodded, too angry to back down now, standing there, his legs pushed slightly apart by his thick diaper. “Emma, I will give you until the count of five to apologize like a good girl and I will simply consider this to be a grumpy little vixen who needs to get to bed.” 
	“No!” Andlat growled, his fists clenched.
	“One, two.” She held up a finger for each number as she counted, staring down at the fox. Andlat tried his best to hide his concern, Claire being every bit as formidable as Jack was. “Three. Four.” He squeezed his fists as tightly as he could, trying to remain tough. “Five.” With surprising agility, Claire grabbed him and threw the startled fox over her lap. “How many spankings do you deserve, Emma?” She asked, gently sliding down the fox’s plastic panties.
	“None.” Andlat said, having already lost some of his nerve.
	“Sorry, princess. You need a spanking.”
	“B-but I’ll be good.” The fox whimpered.
	“I know you will, but sometimes little girls need a reminder.” She tugged down the fox’s diaper, revealing his rump. “We’ll start with ten.” Andlat fidgeted slightly, but knew not to try to get away, Claire’s arm held firmly against his back to keep him still. Just like that, Claire raised her paw into the air, letting it hover for a moment before she brought it down on Andlat’s rump with a loud whap! Andlat gritted his teeth as the sting spread through his behind, a very juvenile whine escaping from him.
	With the first spank down, Claire began the spanking in earnest, spank after spank landing on the vulpine rump on her lap. Andlat’s whine grew more high-pitched and feminine with each strike until he sounded like a little vixen as Claire landed the last one. The fox chewed on his lower lip as the wolf rubbed his back, her other paw resting gently on his sore bottom.
	“There, there, sweetie.” She cooed. Andalt wriggled around, but the wolf held him still. “I’m not sure if you’ve quite learned your lesson yet, Emma. I wouldn’t want to have to spank you again tomorrow.” Andlat whimpered and wriggled more.
	“Please, aunty. Don’t.” He whined, but a firm whack to his rump cut off his protests. 
	“Shush. I want to make sure that you are a perfect little vixen and it’s going to take ten more to ensure that.” Claire said, her paw rising into the air. Andlat whimpered, his rump already quite sore and pink. He closed his eyes to prepare for the second wave.
	No amount of mental preparation could have readied him for the strike and a loud infantile squeal burst out from the fox’s muzzle, his footpaws kicking wildly with each strike. By the time Claire had finished, he was bawling like a baby, tears streaming down his face.
	“Shh, shh. It’s okay, princess. Auntie just wanted to be sure you’d be a good little girl. Can you do that for auntie?” 
	“Yeah.” Andlat mumbled as he wiped his eyes with his paws. Claire smiled and rubbed his back.
	“Good girl. No more of this silly nonsense about being a big boy, because we both know that that’s not true. Hmm?” She slowly pulled up his diaper and panties as the fox kept sniffling. She slowly turned him over and cradled him in her arms, grabbing the bottle. She smiled as Andlat willingly took the nipple into his muzzle and began to nurse slowly. “Such a pretty little vixen. No more tears, sweetheart Emma.”
	Andlat was entirely within an infantile frame of mind, but deep within, he was grumbling about how Claire had dominated him so completely. He stared up into Claire’s eyes as she sweetly smiled down at him, holding the bottle at the perfect angle, a skill she had gained from years of babysitting and two cubs of her own. The formula was warm and sweet, but not overly either.
	“Isn’t it so much nicer just to be a good baby girl?” Claire whispered softly. Andlat nodded slowly, feeling more and more content by the minute. The bottle slowly emptied until it was completely gone. Claire removed the bottle, smiling as Andlat’s mouth kept moving in the nursing motions. She slipped a pacifier into his muzzle. “Just a perfect little vixen.” She mused, lifting the fox up and burping him. “And such a dainty little burper!” She remarked. “And you claimed to be a boy!” Andlat just kept sucking on the pacifier, not wanting to risk another spanking tonight.
	Claire rose and started heading upstairs, the fox held against her shoulder. They entered the nursery and Claire headed straight for the crib.
	“I don’t wanna go to bed.” Andlat mumbled. Claire suddenly turned and stood in front of the mirror. Her paws were under the fox’s armpits as she held him out, causing him to hang there, his nightie lifted and his diaper visible. He stared at the little vixen in the mirror, a pink pacifier hanging slightly out of her muzzle. He whimpered and wiggled, the vixen in the mirror doing the same thing. “Stop!” He whined.
	“Will you go to bed like a good girl?” She asked. Andlat nodded, defeated. He did not make a sound as she lay him down in the crib, tucking him snugly under the pink blanket with a white lace frill. “Sweet dreams, princess.” Claire said as she turned on the baby moniter. Andlat sighed and closed his eyes, willing just to go to sleep, regardless of being in a girly crib. He was soon fast asleep.