Andlat became aware of being lifted and he started to protest softly, wiggling and mumbling.
	“Shh, shh. Auntie’s just changing your diaper.” Andlat’s eyes opened slowly and he stared up at the wolf.
	“Wha?” She lifted his nightie and pointed to his soaked diaper.
	“Someone’s a soggy vixen.” She lifted the nightgown up to his armpits before setting the fox on the changing table.
	“What time is it?”
	“Time for Emma to get a fresh diapee.” She began to remove the diaper tapes. Andlat looked out the window and saw that the sun was up.
	“No. What’s the actual time?”
	“Baby girls only worry about changing time and feeding time.” Claire replied, starting to wipe the fox. Andlat grumbled as the wolf quickly changed his diaper. She picked him up and fixed his nightie. He whimpered as she returned him to the crib. He wiggled as she tried to tuck him back in, but a short slap to the thigh fixed that. “You need a bit more sleep, grumpy miss.” Claire declared, leaving the room. Andlat tried to tell himself that he was not tired, but he soon yawned and fell back asleep.
	He was woken up by being lifted out of the crib again. He opened his eyes in time to see a paw come down and remove his pacifier, replacing it with the fat nipple of a bottle. He began to nurse, still puzzled and feeling very much like a baby in his confusion. Claire smiled.
	“Such a cute little niece I’ve got.” She rocked him slowly in her arms. “And she’s going to be even cuter when Auntie gets her dressed for the day after breakfast. Yes, she is!” She began to head downstairs, keeping the bottle firmly in Andlat’s mouth, the fox continuing to nurse. 
	When they emerged onto the ground floor, Jenny and Jessie were already seated at the table, both grinning as they saw Andlat in Claire’s arms. Had it only been a day since Andlat had walked upstairs and first begun this torment? The moment he finished the bottle, Claire removed it and plunked him down in the highchair. Jenny and Jessie giggled as Andlat’s diaper was clearly visible, further emphasizing his sissy state.
	Jessie and Jenny whispered to each other, giggling all the more and glancing periodically at Andlat. He blushed but tried to ignore them. Their giggles grew louder and Andlat rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore them. The giggles continued. 
	“Stop it!” Andlat whined, his pacifier tumbling to the floor as he wiggled and kicked his legs futilely.
	“Is baby still a little fussy?’ Claire asked as she came in, carrying a bowl of mashed peas. “Is her tummy upset?” Andlat crossed his arms and pouted. “She’s just a hungry little vixen, isn’t she?” Claire took a large spoonful and brought it up to his muzzle. “Open wide.” She coaxed. Andlat shook his head and kept his mouth shut. “Open wide, princess Emma. Don’t you want food?” Andlat shook his head again, grumbling. “Open up, little missy.” Andlat shook his head a third time, refusing to cooperate. Claire sighed. “Alright then.” She set the bowl on the table. “You just tell Auntie when you’re ready to behave.” She left him there in the highchair and headed into the living room. Andlat wiggled in the highchair, trying to get free. If she wasn’t going to feed him, why should he stay there? He was quite firmly locked in, though. 
	He kicked his legs desperately, trying to get Claire’s attention. This was so stupid! Why was she being so difficult? He whined. She did not come into the room. He whined a little louder. She still did not come. He sighed.
	“Auntie?” He called out. She came into the dining room.
	“Yes, princess?”
	“I’m ready to behave.” He said softly. She picked up the bowl.
	“Promise?” She asked. He nodded, smelling the foul smell of the mashed peas in the bowl. She took a big spoonful and brought it to his muzzle. He opened and let the spoon slide inside. It tasted horrendous, but he forced it down. 
Claire grinned and kept forcing spoonful after spoonful into his muzzle until the bowl was empty. She set the bowl aside and picked up a bottle of formula before using the bib to wipe the fox’s messy face. She slipped the nipple into the fox’s muzzle and let him nurse.
“Drink it all up, cutie.” She said, watching the fox’s cheeks nurse. Andlat shifted slightly in the highchair, still thankful of the formula’s ability to wash away the taste of the peas. He grunted softly as he sucked it down and Claire smiled at him.
As he reached the end, he felt a familiar pressing in his bladder. He had to pee. Hopefully, Claire would declare it potty time immediately following breakfast. He hated having to rely so much on her! 
The bottle empty, Claire removed the tray and lifted the fox out of the highchair. She began to head for the stairs.
 “I need to pee.” Andlat whimpered.
“Did Aunty forget to burp the baby?” Claire said, rubbing his back and eliciting a burp from him. She then started up the stairs, having no trouble holding onto the squirming fox in her arms.
She entered the nursery and set Andlat on the changing table, wasting no time in starting to remove his nightgown. She tickled the fox’s chubby belly and smiled.
“You’re going to look like a little doll in your outfit, sweetie pie. Aunty’s got a very special dress in mind for you.”
“Why?” Andlat whined.
“So we can go buy you a pretty dress for the birthday party tomorrow.” She kissed his forehead.
“Aunty. Claire. I’m too old for this. You and I both know that.” Andlat said as diplomatically as he could manage. She stared at him for a moment before speaking.
“Sweetie, if you had said something yesterday, I might have considered it. But you’ve been my baby niece for a day now, so you must really be a baby vixen.” She tickled his belly again. “So, that’s how you’ll be treated until your Daddy comes to pick up his sweet little girl.” She walked over to the closet, smiling to herself. By the time Jack came back, Andlat would be much more of a baby girl, she hoped.
Andlat watched her return, her arms full of a pile of white fabric and lace. His tail swayed nervously as it dawned on him that every scrap of that was going on him. He looked around, wondering if there was some way to escape this.
“Let’s start with your plastic panties.” Claire declared, extracting a white frilly pair from the pile. “They’re specially padded for even more protection for soggy kits like my little Emma vixen.” She gently pushed him onto his back and began to slide the plastic panties up over his legs, fitting snugly around his thick diapers. She then lifted him into a sitting position and grabbed the dress. She slipped it over his body and zipped it up the back. Before he could even react to the beautiful dress that he now wore, she added a few ribbons in his headfur and a bow on his tail.”Last but not least, baby’s paci.” She slipped it into his muzzle. Andlat frowned around the pacifier, feeling absolutely horrible in this latest outfit. He was running out of patience. He whimpered as she slipped her paws under his armpits and lifted him up, his legs dangling helplessly in the air. “Whoopsie! Silly auntie forgot the vixen’s cute little socks.” She set him back down to find socks. He sighed in relief, letting the pacifier tumble from his muzzle.
He looked over at his reflection and grimaced as he felt a twinge in his diaper. No matter how much he kept up appearances, he knew it was only a matter of time before Claire or one of the girls found out.
Claire returned and slipped socks onto his footpaws, the lace around the ankles just one more piece of evidence that the fox was not meant to be a baby boy. She smiled and picked him up, setting him against her shoulder. “Let’s go downstairs and get you into your stroller, hmm?” She patted his thickly diapered rear. “See? Now that you’re all nicely dressed, you’re being such a good girl.” She cooed as she headed downstairs. Andlat grumbled, but did not respond.
Jenny and Jessie sat on the couch in the living room as Claire and Andlat entered. Claire smiled as she saw that one of them had already unfolded the stroller.
“Thank you, girls. Emma’s a little fussy, so this’ll make it easier.” She plunked the fox right down in the stroller and buckled him in.
“Look at your pretty ribbons!” Jenny said, smiling at Andlat. The fox growled softly as he realized that she was not even teasing. She was simply talking to him as though he were a little girl.
“That’s not very nice, princess.” Claire scolded. “Thank your cousin.”
“Thank you.” Andlat mumbled, his words muffled by the pacifier to make them sound even more cubby. Claire nodded approvingly.
“Wave good-bye. We have to go.” Claire instructed. Andlat obeyed, yelping softly as Claire began to push the stroller forward, causing him to wet himself. 
He was momentarily blinded as they emerged into the sunny day. It was warm, but not overly hot, especially with the breeze blowing up his dress. Claire whistled gently as she pushed him along down the sidewalk, nodding kindly to any furs that they passed. Andlat sucked nervously on his pacifier, staring at all of the legs that passed by. The only faces that he could actually see where those of small cubs as they walked by, holding the paws of their parents. He blushed as one of the little girls walking past was wearing a dress identical to his. He hid his face in his paws, hoping to spare himself some humiliation.
Andlat only uncovered his face as they turned onto a busy city street. He whimpered as large trucks whizzed by, causing him to wet a bit more. Why was this happening? He had only been a little frightened by semis before, but now they made him wet himself. He sighed, realizing just how much of an effect this treatment was having on him.
They came to a small store and entered. Andlat groaned as the entire shop was filled from wall to wall with the frilly clothing of little princesses. It was the perfect place for Claire to buy a party dress for her baby niece. 
“My, my! What a pretty little doll!” The saleswoman said, hurrying forward, her own petticoats rustling softly. She was an elegant otter who wore the most splendid dress Andlat had ever seen. She came over and scooped Andlat out without warning. “It’s like she’s wrapped in a cloud of lace!” Andlat whined and wiggled in the strange fur’s arms. “Uh-oh! Someone’s a little fussy!”
“Yeah, she’s been fussing at me all day.” Claire said. “But, we need a dress for tomorrow, so I’m just learning to deal with it.”
“Are you sick of being little? Do you wanna make decisions like a big girl?” The otter teased, tickling under Andlat’s chin. “It’s tough being a baby, isn’t it?” She rocked Andlat gently in her arms and looked up at Claire. “Is she adopted?”
“Technically, yes. She’s my brother’s. She’s staying with us while he’s on business.”
“Isn’t it nice of Auntie to buy you a pretty new dress?” The saleswoman said, beaming down at the fox. Without warning, she lifted the hem of his dress and slipped a finger into his diaper. With his cock tucked between his legs by his chastity belt, there was no risk of her discovering that he was male. “Ah, wet.” She remarked as though she had expected it. “But that’s not why you’re fussy. Little girls are used to being wet.” She set him back down in the stroller. “Now then, what are you looking for in terms of a dress?”
“I’m not sure. She looks adorable in pretty much anything.” The saleswoman smiled as she gazed down at Andlat. 
“Let’s see. She’ll need a dress, matching plastic panties, some ribbons. What sort of engagement is it?”
“A birthday party.” Claire replied. The saleswoman gasped happily.
“A little party dress for sweet princess Emma!” She smiled down at Andlat, who looked away. “How active is she?”
“She can walk, but she prefers to crawl or be carried.” Claire replied as she lifted Andlat out of the stroller. “Show the nice lady that you can walk, baby.” Andlat frowned and started to waddle around, embarrassed by all this.
“What a big girl!” The saleswoman praised. “Aren’t they just so cute when they have to waddle with their thick diapers?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Claire said, going over and scooping up Andlat. The saleswoman smiled at Andlat.
“How about a nice baby blue for her?” The otter suggested. Claire considered it.
“She really likes pink.” She said cautiously. Andlat frowned.
“I want blue!” He declared. The saleswoman chuckled.
“The princess has spoken. I’ll go get it for you.” She smiled and hurried away. Claire patted Andlat’s rump as she walked around with him in her arms, looking at various outfits.
“My, that’s cute.” She remarked every now and again, causing Andlat to fear that his sissy wardrobe was going to double before they left. She gasped suddenly and Andlat looked up at her in a panic. “I think we’ve found a present for my little niece.” She held up a cute pink tutu. “You’ll be a ballerina!” Andlat’s eyes widened.
“Ballet? I’m not sure.” He stammered. Claire smiled and ignored him.
“Oh, my! Does little Emma want to be a ballerina?” The saleswoman walked up just then, holding a dress in her paws.
“She was just begging me for it.” Claire said with a smile, kissing Andlat’s forehead.
“But of course.” The saleswoman said. “As a bonus, we do offer DVDs that will teach her the basics. Most of the ballet studios don’t accept ballerinas who are still in diapers, so it’ll be good for her to get the basics first.” She explained.
“Let’s take a look at her dress.” Claire suggested. 
“Naturally. I don’t know how she knew, but the blue dress is our frilliest that we offer without special orders.” The otter held it up and Andlat’s jaw dropped. It was a light baby blue and had the most petticoats Andlat had ever seen. It had a two-tiered skirt just below a large dark blue sash that went about the waist. The bodice was decorated with a large dark blue bow right in the center, flanked by two smaller bows of the same color. The bubble sleeves were hemmed with blue lace and had blue bows on them as well. “All of the mothers at the party will love this dress.” The saleswoman said with a smile.
“It looks darling. I can’t wait to see her in it.” Claire said with a grin. Andlat looked around for the dressing room, but Claire immediately began to remove his dress right there in the middle of the store.
“But” he whimpered.
“Oh, shush. Auntie’s only gonna undress you to your diaper. It’s not like the nice saleslady hasn’t ever seen a naked little girl before.” Claire said, setting his dress aside. She took the new dress from the saleswoman and easily slipped it over Andlat’s head. Before he knew it, he was tied and buttoned into the dress and set down on the floor. He blushed as he realized that his diaper was clearly visible, but no matter how much he tried to push down the hem of his dress, the layers of petticoats held it too far up.
“She looks like a princess.” The saleswoman said sweetly. Claire nodded in agreement. 
“That she does.”
	“And her petticoats keep her dress high up so that it’s simple to check her diaper. Plus it’ll give all of the mothers something to coo about.” The saleswoman chuckled. Claire nodded as she kneeled down and began to undress Andlat again. Andlat wanted to push her away, but he was too embarrassed to do much of anything at the moment, his diaper, sealed within a frilly pair of plastic panties, sagging as he wet it some more. He sniffled, feeling on the verge of tears as Claire dressed him in his white dress again. Then he was set back in the stroller as Claire paid for the dress, tutu and ballet DVD. He sucked on his pacifier, feeling horribly trapped by Claire.
“Be sure to get lots of practice with your new DVD, Emma.” The saleswoman said by way of farewell.
“I’ll be sending it home with her when her daddy comes to get her.” Claire said before saying good-bye to the otter.
“He can’t come soon enough.” Andlat muttered as Claire pushed him out of the store. She pushed him along, the stroller’s wheels rolling smoothly on the sidewalk.
“We’ll go straight home so that little Emma can start her practice, hmm?” 
“Do I have to?” Andlat wondered softly. He yelped as the stroller stopped.
“Yes, you do. I can’t entertain you all day, every day. You will do ballet until lunchtime, once I’ve changed your diaper.” She returned to pushing the stroller and Andlat grumbled, sucking on his pacifier. “Honestly. You’ve been fussing all day.” Claire murmured as she went along.
They soon arrived back at the house and Claire parked Andlat right by the door. She smiled and grabbed the bag, fishing out the ballerina outfit and DVD and setting them on the floor where Andlat could see them from the stroller.
“You be good while Auntie goes to hang up your new dressie in the nursery, okay?” Claire smiled down at the fox, letting him get a good look at the frilly gown that he would be wearing tomorrow. As she headed upstairs, she chuckled to herself. Andlat had unknowingly trapped himself into getting an even more girly dress than the one she would have picked out for him. This favor that she was doing for Jack kept paying off in such unexpectedly wonderful ways.
Andlat looked away from the tutu laid out before him, trying not to think about the fact that he would soon be wearing it. He knew that Claire would force him to wear it and follow along with the DVD’s instructions, but that could easily look like willingness to be a baby girl, which he was trying to avoid at all costs. He felt a twinge from his cock, however, at the thought of all of this. He frowned and held his breath until his traitorous genitals settled down.
Claire suddenly appeared and began to undo the straps that held him in.
“I bet someone’s all ready for a nice dry diaper, hmm?” Claire mused as she lifted him out of the stroller and set him on the floor. “They’d stay dry if you weren’t such a soggykit, you know.” She said, lifting up his dress and kissing his chubby belly. Andlat tried to ignore her, sucking on his pacifier. 
She gently moved him around as she undressed him, treating him as she would any other cub. Soon, Andlat was free from all of the girly clothing, only lying there in his soggy diaper. The sound of the diaper tapes ripping was common for him, but he still was not ready for the cold burst of air on his wet fur as Claire pulled back the diaper. 
“Auntie will have you in a nice, warm diaper soon, sweetie.” She said with a smile. She set to work with wipes to clean him up. “You know, if I wasn’t so afraid of you leaking all over the place and you weren’t such a baby girl, I would treat you like a little boy just out of diapers. Maybe five at the oldest.”
“Why?”Andlat asked, muffled by the pacifier.
“You have the frame of a little boy. Chubby belly and everything. You just have the habit of getting a bit pokey.” Her claw clicked as she flicked the hard plastic tube around Andlat’s cock. She soon returned her attention to getting him into a new diaper. Andlat’s mind raced as he tried to figure out some way to delay Claire. The frilly tutu was nearby and he knew that Claire wanted to waste no time in dressing him in it. There had to be some way.
“Auntie?” Andlat said softly, trying to sound as infantile and girly as he could.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I’m hungry.” He whined. Claire smiled as she rubbed powder into his fur, not even trying to restrict it to just his diaper area. 
“Well, auntie was going to make you some lunch while you were dancing ballet.” She said. “Here’s how I was thinking. Auntie leaves you alone with the DVD for half an hour and then when she comes back, you’ll do that half an hour again and show auntie how good you are. We’ll just keep doing that until baby Emma’s a perfect ballerina!”
“I don’t wanna do ballet!” Andlat whined, crossing his arms.
“Would you prefer a spanking?” Claire scooped him off of the diaper that still lay open and placed the nude fox over her lap, her paw resting on his rump.
“No.”Andlat said, his voice small.
“What do you have to say to Auntie?” Claire rubbed his rump threateningly. From his position across her lap, the tutu was right in his line of sight, so he knew what she wanted.
“I wanna do ballet.” He tried to get up, but she held him down.
“What else?” She asked. His mind raced as he tried to think of what else she wanted. “Don’t you want to thank me for something?”
“Oh. Thank you for buying me such a pretty tutu.”
“That’s a good girl. Jessie and Jenny never wanted to do ballet, so I’m glad my niece is so eager to do it.” She smiled as she set Andlat back down on the diaper and taped him up. “Alright.” She said, picking up the tutu. “This is a magic tutu, Emma. It was made by the fairies and unicorns to give baby girls the power to stand up all by themselves.” She smiled at Andlat’s glower. “When you’re wearing it, you can walk around just like a big girl. Just remember that once Auntie takes it off you, you have to crawl like a good baby again. Okay?” She waited for Andlat to nod before continuing.
“Yes, auntie.” He said, utterly defeated. He watched as she picked up the pink tights, his eyes widening as they neared his footpaws. He began to suck on the pacifier wildly, trying to keep himself from murring as Claire slipped the tights up his legs, his cock struggling against its bonds. As the tights compressed his thick diapers, a thought occurred to him. “Where are Jessie and Jenny?”
“The big girls are at the mall.” Claire replied as she grabbed the leotard. “But they’ll see your ballet when they get home. I promise.” She skillfully dressed Andlat in it, the fox feeling completely girly with the tutu sticking out around his waist.  Andlat looked down at the frilly skirt that stuck straight out in all directions. He felt like it drew even more attention to his diapered state.
Claire slipped her paws under his arms and lifted the fox onto his footpaws, smiling at how much Andlat looked like the little toddlers she had seen at the ballet studio, albeit more thickly padded.
“Can you walk over to the TV with auntie?” Claire asked gently. Andlat nodded. Of course he could walk! She smiled and grabbed the DVD, slowly walking along with Andlat, her free paw out as though she might need to catch him at any moment. The fox waddled, but had no trouble walking along, blushing as Claire praised him when they reached the TV at the other side of the room.
His diaper crinkled as Andlat shifted from footpaw to footpaw, watching Claire put the DVD into the player. The DVD began to play and Andlat’s ears dropped as the title screen came up, as girly as could be. A small group of little girls, their tutus identical to Andlat’s, danced around as Claire started the actual disc.
“Won’t this be fun? You work really hard and when auntie comes back, we’ll see how well you’re learning, okay?” Andlat nodded shyly, beet red. Claire kissed his forehead and left him to the DVD.
Andlat whimpered again as the DVD began. It was a ballet studio where a teacher and her students stood. Andlat immediately noticed that they were all wearing black leotards and white tights. As he stood there in his pink tutu, undeniably girly, he felt a sharp twinge in his cock. 
He sighed as the lesson began with teaching him the proper ballet positions. Even though he had felt girly before, it was nothing with how he felt as he danced with the small group of little girls who were learning along with him. He tried to hold his breath to stop the painful twinges in his diaper, but nothing would work. He was loving every minute of this, like it or not.
The DVD moved past positions and began Andlat on a few simple ballet moves. The fox followed along, knowing full well that Claire would return to test him on his skills. He did not even want to think about what she would do if he did not perform to her standards. Just as he finished learning how to spin properly, Claire came into the room.
“My, my! Look at my little ballerina!” She said with a smile. “Are you ready to show Auntie what you learned?” Andlat nodded. “Now, now. Emma. It is impolite for you not to answer your auntie. Use your words.”
“Yes, auntie.” Andlat said softly.
“Now. Ask me if I would like to see your ballet.”
“Auntie, would you like to see my ballet?” 
“Why, of course, Emma!” She restarted the DVD and sat down on the couch to watch. She smiled at the serious look on Andlat’s face as he followed the DVD word for word, his thick diaper clearly visible under his pretty tutu. Jack would be so pleased with Andlat’s new outfit, she was sure.
The moment that the fox had finished, Claire scooped him up, hugging him close. He whimpered and wiggled, embarrassed, as she removed his tutu and tights.
“I want my baby niece back.” Claire said with a smile. “Even though you’re such a good little ballerina.” She kissed his forehead. Andlat wondered for a moment if he was going to be allowed to stay in just a diaper, as he felt that that was slightly less embarrassing than being covered in the frilly clothing he had worn since his arrival. Was that only yesterday? He sighed as Claire bent over, managing to keep him in her arms as she picked up his discarded dress. 
“Do I have to wear a dress?” Andlat asked grumpily.
“Little Emma’s a fussy little girl, isn’t she? She must be a hungry cub.” Claire had dealt with fussy cubs before and had no trouble getting the fox dressed again. She then calmly carried him over to the dining room and plopped him down in the waiting highchair, his diaper crinkling as he landed on it. With loving care, Claire tied a bib around his neck.
As Andlat sat there completely pacified, Claire opened the jar and began to feed him. The motion of opening and closing his mouth was more or less automatic, but he could not space out as Claire kept up a constant stream of praise for her little niece.
“Such a wonderful little ballerina! Emma’s a hungry girl, isn’t she? Look at how she eats up all her numnums!” Claire kept it up as Andlat smiled weakly, rolling his eyes at the wolf. If she did notice, she showed no signs of it as she used the spoon to scrape the jar clean, slipping the last morsels into the fox’s muzzle. “All gone!” She exclaimed, even as she reached for the waiting bottle of apple juice. The nipple was soon slipped into Andlat’s mouth and he began to nurse. He knew that naptime would likely follow the bottle, but he was genuinely thirsty and could not keep himself from nursing quickly.
“Burpies for Emma!” Claire lifted him out of the highchair and set the fox against her shoulder. He whimpered as she burped him. “Such a good girl!” She said as she rubbed his rump. She stood there for a moment, just holding Andlat and humming softly.
She began to walk, heading upstairs with Andlat in her arms. Just as he had feared, it must be naptime. He made a face as they entered the nursery, Claire setting him on the changing table. He did not struggle as she stripped him to his diaper. He had yet to use it since his last change and he had no plans of using it in the near future.
“That Ariel nightie is cute, but I think baby Emma needs something prettier.” Claire mused as she went to the closet. She returned with a pink nightgown that looked almost more like a dress than a nightie. Andlat stared at it and crossed his arms.
“No.” He said grumpily.
“Uh-oh! Someone’s a grumpy wumpy!” Claire did not stop though as she tugged and pulled gently on the fox’s arms to get him into the nightgown. “But I think she’s forgetting that auntie has dealt with grumpy girls in the past!” She scooped him up and showed him his reflection, just to drive home the point that he was her baby. She then set him gently down in the crib and kissed his forehead. “Some sweet dreams of unicorns and fairies should get rid of my grumpy niece, hmm?” She slipped a pacifier into his muzzle and tucked him in under the girly bedspread. “Have a good nap, baby.” She said, closing the door behind her.
Andlat stared up at the ceiling and grumbled. This was becoming unbearable. He sat up and looked around the room. The bars of the crib were too high for him to climb over, but even if that were the case, how could he hope to get out of the house? Plus, where could he go, dressed as he was? He sighed. Claire had him trapped as a baby girl.
“Stop it.” He muttered as he felt the twinge in his diaper. His cock relented, but only to wet his diaper. He groaned and flopped back onto the mattress. “Might as well sleep.” He said with a sigh.
He woke up again with his nightie around his armpits as Claire busied herself with changing his soggy diaper. Claire looked up as the rhythmic sucking of the pacifier in his muzzle changed.
“Looks like someone’s finally awake.” She said with a smile. “Did you have a good nappy wappy?” Andlat’s glare shot daggers at her. “On second thought, maybe you need a bit more crib time, hmm?” Before Andlat could protest, Claire deposited the freshly diapered fox into the crib again. She raised the side and frowned at the little fox. “Auntie will be back in a little while, once Emma is a bit more cheerful.” With that, she turned and left the room.
Andlat sat on top of the pink quilt and Care Bear sheets, sucking on the pacifier. This was so unfair! He did not want to be trapped in a crib all day! He looked around the nursery, grimacing at the feminine design of the entire room. He looked down at himself, his red legs poking out from the pink diaper around his waist. He tried to adjust his nightie, but the diaper always made its presence known. There was no doubt about it. He was a baby girl. No one would even give it a second thought if they saw the little fox sitting in that pink and white crib. He sighed and lay down again. How much longer would he have to endure all this?
At long last, Claire came in, that ever-present smile still sitting on her face. He had to wait for her to come over and reach down to slip a finger into his diaper.
“Still dry.” He heard her muse to herself. She leaned on the side of the crib and smiled down at him. “Is baby Emma all nice and rested?” She asked. He nodded, unable to look her in the eye as he sat there in his nightie. “Well, if she wants out, she has to say ‘Baby Emma want up’.” Andlat looked up at her. Was she kidding?
“Baby Emma want up.” He said monotonously. Claire shook her head.
“C’mon princess. Auntie wants to hear it done right.” Andlat grumbled, but he knew from experience that she would show a saint’s patience in getting him to say it the way she wanted him to.
“Baby Emma wants up! Up!” He said loudly, bouncing slightly for good measure. Claire grinned and picked him up with her paws under his armpits.
“Good girl.” She carried him over to the changing table. “Now let’s get you back into your dress so we can go on a nice walk.” Andlat sighed, but allowed the wolf to remove his nightgown and return him to the white cloud of lace and frills he had been wearing all morning, To make matters worse, however, she added a bonnet to his outfit. “That’ll help keep the sun out of your eyes, sugar pea.” Claire said with a smile. She made sure the pacifier was still in his muzzle before returning him to her arms and heading downstairs.
Jenny and Jessie were still absent, for which Andlat was quite grateful. Being treated like a baby girl by girls who were younger than him was even worse than anything else. He saw the stroller in the entryway, but was surprised when Claire turned and carried him into the kitchen instead.
“Auntie’s just going to add some babas to your diaper bag.” She explained. Andlat nodded in understanding, watching as she put two bottles of milk in the pink bag. He kept watching as she filled a third bottle with milk, amazed by what she could accomplish with just one paw. He yipped in surprise as she suddenly shifted him in her arms into a reclined position and slipped the pacifier out from between his lips. He knew what was coming only an instant before the nipple of the bottle was put in his muzzle. He had not noticed before, but the milk that he was fed was thicker than he was used to. He recalled that mothers often fed their cubs whole milk as it was closer to breast milk.
Claire moved through the house, getting things ready for their walk and undeterred by the fox in her arms. This was by no means the first cub she had to take care of. Her path through the house returned to the kitchen just as Andlat was finishing the bottle. 
“Burp for auntie.” She coaxed as she rubbed the fox’s back. He burped and she smiled. It was so easy to forget that the fox in her arms was anything but a little baby vixen. “You’re being so well-behaved!” She exclaimed as she plopped him down in the stroller. The straps went over his shoulders before meeting between his legs. They held his dress up so that his diapers were clearly visible. “It seems that the prettier your outfit, the better you are.” She observed. Andlat opened his mouth to argue and she popped the pacifier right in. “Baby’s such a good girl, opening her muzzle for her paci.” 
Andlat whimpered and whined as he emerged into the outside world via stroller for the second time that day. He sucked nervously on the pacifier as Claire pushed him along. It was a beautiful afternoon, he noticed, but that only meant that there were more furs out to see him in all his baby girl glory.
Despite his fears, the walk to the park was largely uneventful, most furs ignoring the wolf pushing the baby vixen in a stroller. After all, Andlat was by no means the only cub in a stroller, although it certainly felt that way to him.
As they entered the park, Claire slowed her pace to an amble, enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze of the early summer day. Andlat sat in the stroller, silently glad that he could just sit instead of having to waddle around.
Claire soon came to a bench, where she sat, idly pushing Andlat back and forth in his stroller. He looked around as his world moved back and forth. The park was busy today, as everyone was enjoying the gorgeous summer day. 
“Push me higher, Hunter!” Andlat turned and looked over at a nearby swing set. A lion, probably somewhere around the fox’s real age, was pushing a cub in a swing. The cub was laughing happily, kicking his legs as he swung back and forth. Andlat shuddered as he had always been terrified by swings, but the lion and cub were clearly having a good time. He turned his attention away and looked around some more.
He watched the world go by for a while before he became aware that Claire had stopped pushing the stroller. He yelped in surprise as she suddenly appeared and started undoing his straps. She lifted him out of the stroller, his legs dangling uselessly as she sat down again, cradling him in her arms.
“Time for num nums!” She removed his pacifier and slipped the nipple of a bottle in with practiced grace. His eyes widened and he began to nurse, drinking the sweet formula quickly. Claire smiled down at the fox, cooing gently as her paw rubbed his rump. Her grin changed from that of a mother to that of a dominator as she felt his diaper seat warm. “Wet just like a vixen.” She moved her paw up to between the fox’s legs and patted his tubed cock through the thick padding. Even if he were allowed to use the toilet, he would have to sit down like a demure vixen. Her mind returned to the feeling of maternal warmth a moment later as she cooed down again at the baby vixen in her arms.
It was not long before Andlat finished the bottle and Claire lifted him to her shoulder, just as she had done countless times with many cubs. She was shortly rewarded by Andlat burping. She smiled warmly, returning him to the stroller before slipping the pacifier gently between his lips.`
“Let’s head back.” She mused softly, seeing the fox’s eyelids slowly shutting. Andlat felt the stroller begin to move as he fell asleep.
When Andlat woke up, he had no clue of how much time had passed. The sun did not look as though it had moved at all, so he figured that it could not have been too long. He looked around and saw that they were still in the park.
“Oh! Looks like someone’s awake!” Claire stopped for a moment and kissed his cheek. The fox blushed and gently pushed her away. “Now we really can go home.” She smiled and pushed the fox out of the park. Andlat sighed and lay back, feeling his diaper squelch as he moved. He glared down at the diaper, his view blocked by the layers of frilly petticoats. He sighed again and just watched the world go by.
They soon reached Claire’s house and the wolf lifted him out of the stroller, leaving it on the front porch as she carried him inside. To his distress, Jenny and Jessie were watching television.
“There’s our cousin!” Jessie rose and took the fox from her mother, smiling down at the fox in her arms as Claire quickly removed his bonnet. “And she’s wet!” Andlat whimpered as he felt the teenage wolf’s paw squeeze his seat. “Did you have a nice walk with auntie? Hmm?” Andlat hoped that the wolf would treat it as a rhetorical question, but her sister joined her, removing the fox’s pacifier.
“Did baby Emma have fun?” Jenny tickled his belly.
“Yes.”
“Did baby Emma make tinkles in her diaper?”
“Yes.” Andlat blushed deeply, wishing for the torment to end. Jenny and Jessie shared a grin before Jenny continued.
“Did baby Emma make tinkles in the front of her diaper like a baby boy?” She patted the mostly dry front of his diaper just to drive her point home.
“No.” Andlat’s voice was barely above a whisper. The fox was completely unable to even look at the girls as they giggled.
“Nope. She wet in her seat like a” Jenny gestured for him to finish the sentence. Andlat sighed.
“Baby girl.” His face was burning with embarrassment as the two girls giggled.
“Good girl.” Jessie’s voice was smooth and rich. Andlat feared what she was planning next. Both of the teenagers smiled down at Andlat and he tried to look away from them, still nervous. They keep him there for a moment, but then lose interest, setting him down on the floor near his doll before returning to the couch. Andlat picked up Rose right away and hugged the doll, finding comfort in the vixen’s soft fur. He ignored the girls’ coos and stared up at the television. It was some show aimed at teenage girls. A lion in just a pair of board shorts was talking to a bikini-clad rabbit about the party that night. Andlat rolled his eyes as the rabbit jumped up and down.
“Of course, Mason! I’d love to go with you!” She bounced up and down, again and again, forcing Andlat to turn away from the television. 
He spent quite a while there on the floor, silently hugging and fussing over the doll in his arms.  He did not care what Jessie and Jenny were whispering about, no matter how much they giggled.
He felt his stomach flip as he was suddenly lifted into the air. “Oh, did I scare baby?” Claire kissed his cheek as she cradled him in her arms. “Auntie’s sorry.” Andlat grumbled as she slipped a finger into his diaper. He had not wet it anymore since she had last checked. “Alright, pumpkin. It’s numnum time.”
He waited for his stomach to calm down as Claire carried him into the dining room, his stomach finally settling as he was slid into the highchair. Claire moved his arms around as she buckled him in, smiling warmly.
“Now then. Baby needs her bib.” Andlat watched apprehensively as the wolf dug through a nearby drawer. He breathed a silent sigh of relief as the bib that she selected was rather plain, even if it was pink. Having tied it around his neck, the wolf sat down and began to feed him.
Andlat knew that he was hungry, so he accepted every spoonful that she brought to his mouth, trying to ignore the bland taste of the baby food. The way Claire’s eyes were lit up made it seem as though she were feeding him only the sweetest ambrosia and he could not help but cheer up a bit. Claire smiled as the fox began to relax somewhat. 
“Such a good little one.” She kept feeding him, smiling as the fox grinned back at her. Jack had told her that he would eventually loosen up and it appeared that her brother was right.
Andlat kept eating but his mouth suddenly formed into an o as he felt a twisting sensation deep within himself. He whimpered softly as he realized what was about to happen. He gagged as the plastic spoon slipped into his muzzle despite his distraction.
“Almost done, baby. You’re being such a good girl.” Andlat whimpered loudly, trying to signal to the wolf of what he needed to do, but she showed no signs of recognition. She just kept feeding him.
“Auntie!” He finally found a moment, but the wolf just smiled.
“That’s right, Emma. Now finish your numnums.” He squealed and squirmed, kicking his legs futilely. He did not care how infantile he looked. He was not going to use his diaper this time. Claire kept feeding the fussy fox, ignoring his protests. “There. We’re done.” She set the empty jar aside. “Now for baby’s baba.” 
Andlat sighed with relief as the spasms in his gut ceased. He watched Claire leave the room, shifting slightly in the highchair. His ears perked up as he heard the sound of Claire’s footpaws as she returned with a bottle in her paw. She unceremoniously sat down and slipped the nipple into his muzzle. Andlat drank slowly, not wanting to gulp it down as it would distract from his efforts to prevent himself from using his diaper. He felt the warm milk slowly flow into his belly, filling him with a cozy sensation. He relaxed.
His eyes suddenly flew open as he realized what was happening barely an instant before it did. The diaper around his waist crinkled as it expanded to make room for his mess. His cheeks burned as he filled his diaper with a thick, mushy mess. That proved the breaking point for the fox and he began to bawl, tears rushing down his cheeks.
Jessie and Jenny came running as Claire quickly set the bottle aside, the fox sobbing and kicking his legs.
“What’s wrong?” Jenny and Jessie were both greatly concerned.
“I think little Emma’s got a messy diaper.” Claire removed the tray from the highchair and scooped Andlat up. The way his diaper sagged in the back left no doubts that he was messy. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Claire patted him on the back, her arm pushing his messy seat against his fur. “Auntie will get you all cleaned up.” She began to take him upstairs, humming and cooing softly. The fox mellowed somewhat as they entered the nursery, but he still sniffled as the wolf began to undress him. The soft plush covering of the changing table hardly pressed his mess into his seat, for which he was silently grateful.
Even though Claire treated each delicate article of clothing with the utmost care, Andlat soon sat before her in nothing but a diaper. The top of the diaper flirted with the fox’s navel, which was odd, given that most adult diapers were designed for discretion. Claire smiled and scooped the fox up again.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bath. Baby Emma’s a dirty kit.” Claire rubbed his bare back as she entered the bathroom. It was the first time during this visit that Andlat had been in this room, he realized as Claire sat down by the large tub and started to fill it up. He whimpered as she added Strawberry Shortcake brand bubble bath to it, but the wolf smiled at him. “Won’t that be nice? You’ll smell so nice afterward.” Andlat grumbled, watching from his captive position as the bathtub filled up, the bubbles pink and aromatic. He was hardly even aware of Claire removing the soiled diaper, but he was soon lying on his belly as she wiped his rump, his tubed penis poking out between his legs. Before he knew it, he was lifted up and plopped down into the bath.
He tried to stand up almost immediately, but Claire pushed him back down as she wet a washcloth and started to wash him. She did not speak as she did this, simply lifting his arm and washing it before moving on to the next one. Andlat sat there in the warm water, although the bath was fairly low, the water barely above his belly button. This only made him feel more exposed as Claire dipped the washcloth and washed his bare chest. Andlat could hardly do anything but sit there as the wolf quietly worked, moving him into whatever position she wanted him in. The worst was having her lift him up so that she could clean his rump. She held him in one arm, his butt up high in the air as she thoroughly washed it. He was only a few inches above the bath, but he still whimpered as though he were stories above it. What made it ever worse was how exposed his tubed cock was in that position, held between his legs so that it pointed toward his rump.
“Baby Emma’s getting so clean!” Claire moved lower, working on his legs, which allowed him to sit in the bath again. He grumbled and pouted. He sniffed and realized that his fur smelled strongly of strawberries. By this point, Claire was just finishing up his footpaws. She made sure to get between each and every one of his toes before she stopped. “What did Auntie forget, Emma? She cleaned your head and your tummy and your arms and your footpaws and even your little tushie. What’d she forget?” She reached down and tickled the fox. “What did silly Auntie forget?” The fox shrugged. She had been very thorough. She chuckled. “Baby Emma doesn’t know?” He shook his head. “She’s sure?” Andlat cringed. Her voice had started out sickly sweet and had only gotten worse. “Silly Auntie forgot baby Emma’s fluffy tail!” With that, she began to wash his tail, taking care not to tug on it. Andlat was glad of this, as he had always had a sensitive tail, but he refused to show any of his gratitude.
It did not take Claire long to finish washing his tail. She lifted him out of the tub. He shivered in the air conditioned air before she wrapped the fox in a fluffy pink towel that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. He could not help but giggle as Claire rubbed him all over, drying him and turning him into a fluffball. Setting the  towel aside, she carried the nude fox out of the bathroom and down the hall to the nursery. “Baby girl’s all nice and clean.” She repeated as she set him down on the soft pink covering of the changing table. In a jiffy, she had a fresh diaper under his rump and was already powdering the fox. With the practiced skill of a mother, she taped the diaper around his waist. Andlat blushed as he knew what would surely be coming next, but she surprised him by picking him up and setting him on his legs in front of the open closet. 
He stood there, his legs spread wide due to the thickness of his puffy diapers and wondered what she was planning. She knelt down and gently touched his shoulders.
“Which nightie does baby Emma want to wear tonight?” Her voice was soft and sweet, her breath tickling his ear. “Which one?” Andlat whimpered and pointed at the first one he saw. Claire tsked. “Polite little girls never point, Emma.”
“Can I wear the blue one, auntie?”
	“Auntie knows that you’re just a baby, but even babies need proper manners. It is may, not can.” Andlat sighed and grumbled.
	“Auntie. May I wear the blue one?” Claire paused before selecting a satin pink nightgown.
	“This one is much prettier.” She announced, slipping it over his head. He frowned as his head popped out. “I know you wanted the blue one, sugar, but babies can’t dress themselves. Besides, your dress for Amy’s birthday party is blue.” She kissed his forehead before slipping a pacifier into his muzzle. “I love my little niece.” She hugged him and started walking downstairs, still cuddling the little fox.
	Andlat was amazed by the warmth of the gesture. He had thought that she was only doing this to embarrass him, but she seemed to genuinely care for him as a baby girl.
	Jenny and Jessie were nowhere to be found when Claire carried him into the living room. He looked around, genuinely confused. Claire did not seem to notice as she sat down in a rocking chair in the corner and began to slowly rock back and forth, back and forth. The chair creaked, but it was a reassuring sound. Out of nowhere, Claire brought the bottle that Andlat had been nursing earlier to his muzzle. He took it and began to drink. She smiled and continued rocking back and forth as she began to rock him in her arms. Andlat kept nursing and a smile formed around the bottle as Claire began to softly hum a lullaby. The warmth of her body wrapped around him like a soft blanket, aided by the warm milk that each sucking motion brought into his body. He was exhausted from his tantrum earlier, now struggling to even keep his eyes open. He fell asleep.