I squirmed desperately, trying my hardest to slip out of the collar around my neck. I realized that all that was doing was making the diaper crinkle more, so I stopped and sighed. Thankfully, not that many people were noticing me in the front yard. My stomach rumbled and my guts clenched. Without a doubt, I needed to go, but there was no way I would use the diaper, especially not on the front lawn and everything. I glared back at the house with its brown siding and baby blue window trims.
	“I’ll be out here for days.” I moaned, recalling that the bowels would not release themselves involuntarily for quite some time. Surely someone would come looking for me before then! I sighed. My roommate was home even less than I was. Who knew how long it would be before he got even the least bit suspicious?
	I groaned as my guts twisted again. Why was this happening? I had done so many jobs before and never been caught. How had this happened? I struggled against the leash that held me to the ground, but it was no use.
	I watched the sun set as the temperature dropped. It was June, so there was no risk of freezing to death, but I still worried that I would be made to spend the night outside. I shivered slightly and wondered if it might just be worth it to shit myself.
	“Never thought shitting myself would look desirable.” I muttered to myself, not missing the humor in the situation. I walked around the pole on all fours, my back aching from my attempts to stand up. There had to be something that I was missing; some way to get out of this predicament. I was a master thief. I could get in and out of houses like nothing. How was I thwarted by nothing more than a basic leash?
	“Alright, alright. Daddy’s kitten can come back inside now.” I yowled in surprise as the tiger scooped me up. I hadn’t heard him approach at all! How could such a big fur be so stealthy? He unlatched the leash from the collar around my neck and carried me into the house. 
	It was not a long journey. He set me down on the floor of the living room. I stared up at him, too nervous to move. He towered over me, his broad shoulders and chest pressing against his tight shirt. His khakis had a clear bulge in them that I tried to avoid looking at. A gentle mew escaped from my mouth. He smiled and dropped down to all fours, sniffing my belly and all around the puffy diaper I wore.
	“Are you a boy or girl, kitten?” He rumbled suddenly, catching me off-guard. How did he not know? He had diapered me not that long ago! He remained silent, awaiting my answer. I sighed and swallowed my pride.
	“Boy.” I stammered, my voice cracking. His smile widened.
	“Just like daddy.” He nosed me until I rolled onto my belly. I stared at the carpet, wondering what horrible things he was planning. I felt his hot breath on my neck and suddenly, he took my nape in his mouth, lifting me slightly. The size difference was not enough that he could actually lift me off the floor, but deep down within me, some kitten instincts still awoke. My entire body went limp and I stayed still. He purred deeply as he put me down on the carpet, nosing my butt. “Stay here, kitten. Daddy will be right back.” He stood up and left the room. I struggled to get over the calming effects that the tiger had caused. How had he done that? How had he known that it would work?
	I had only just made it up onto all fours when I heard the tiger returning. I whined and tried to hide my diaper with my tail, even though it was pointless.
	“Is daddy’s kitten feeling naked?” The tiger asked with a smile. I nodded meekly, mewing again. Something in his body language told me that I had chosen the right answer. I watched as he kneeled down. “Lie still for daddy, okay?” He smiled and held up four baby blue booties. “Since daddy’s kitten said he was a boy, he gets boy booties!” He saw my face. “Unless you’d prefer pink?” I shook my head, unable to speak. It took only a moment for the tiger to cover my paws in baby blue cotton. I felt ridiculous, but it only became worse. He held up a piece of blue ribbon and tied it in a big bow on the end of my tail. My tail flicked involuntarily, but the bow remained there. The tiger smiled warmly and rubbed the front of my diaper. “Such a precious little kitten daddy has!” I blushed deeply, examining my paws, now useless in their booties. I had no small amount of pride in the deftness of my fingers, but there was no dexterity available to me with booties on.
	The tiger smiled down at me, watching me explore my new clothes. He chuckled and held up a small silver bell, which jingled as he shook it between his thumb and forefinger.
	“Since a certain little kitten was such a sneakytush, breaking in here, daddy wants to make sure he always knows where he is.” Without further ado, he reached down and hung the bell on my collar. I hid my face. A bell around my collar felt like the biggest humiliation I had ever suffered. 
	The tiger made the bell jingle again and again, but he soon stopped. I kept my paws over my eyes, but could not resist the urge to peek as he picked me up. What could be next? He sat down in a large chair and set me in his lap so that I was lying down on my back, using one of his arms as a pillow.
	“Tell me, kitten. How many houses have you broken into?” I stared up at him, wondering if this was a trap. His eyes were warm and inviting. “And why do you do it?” My voice shook, but I began to tell him everything. How I got an adrenaline rush from breaking and entering, how I made a good deal of money off of selling things. I explained how I really had little need for money, but I just liked sneaking around. He chuckled at this, but remained silent until I finished explaining. “How many houses have you broken into?”
	“Fourteen or fifteen.” I said with a non-committal shrug. I wondered if he was planning to call the police on me.
	“My, oh my!” He exclaimed. I felt a small amount of pride, but then he continued. “I didn’t know my little kitten could count that high!” I scowled. He suddenly flipped me over so that I lay across his lap. I looked over my shoulder at him as his right arm came down across my back, holding me flat against his lap. 
	“What is going on?” I asked, but he did not answer. His paw rose into the air and unceremoniously fell against my legs, just below the diaper. I yowled. 
	“One.” He said firmly. His paw went up again. “Two.” Up. Down. “Three.” Up. Down. “Four.” It went on and on, tears pouring down my cheeks as he spanked me for each and every house I had broken into. I bawled as he finally stopped. I had not been spanked in at least ten years, so the very sensation was foreign to me. I felt him nibble at my nape and I squirmed, my diaper crinkling and squelching. Only then did I remember that I had been stuck in this same diaper all day.
	He stood up and gently set me down on the chair, kissing my forehead. He smiled as I glared at him.
	“Daddy will be right back, kitten.” I watched him as he left the living room and went through the dining room into the kitchen. His house was too wide open for me to leave his sight the entire time. He reached into the refrigerator and pulled something out. As he came back over, I realized that what he held in his paw was a large baby bottle. I jumped out of the chair, ignoring the disorientation of the droopy diaper between my legs for the moment.
	“I am not drinking that!” I declared as forcefully as I could muster.
	“And why not, grouchytush?” He asked overly sweetly. I growled.
	“I’m not a baby! You’re just some kind of pervert!” In retrospect, it was not the best time or place to confront him, but I had had enough.
	“You haven’t eaten a thing since last night.” He said calmly. “I know you’re hungry and you know you’re hungry. I am offering you nourishment.” I sighed and settled down a little bit. He took the opportunity to sit down and quickly pull me into his lap. I yowled in surprise, but this just gave the nipple of the bottle a place to go. My cheeks puffed out as the nipple sat there. “Drink up, kitten.” The tiger said, squeezing my butt through my diaper. My mouth began to suck on the nipple. The liquid inside was somewhat thicker than I was expecting, so I really had to work at sucking it through the nipple, causing me to grunt softly. The tiger chuckled at the cubbish sound. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his mirth.
	It took quite a while for me to drain the entire bottle, and my belly felt overly full at the end. I knew it would not be long before I had to use the vile diaper around my waist. The tiger gently pulled the bottle from my mouth and smiled down at me.
	“You’re my kitten. You will always be my kitten.” He cooed. I glared up at him, but groaned as my innards twisted. What had been in that bottle? He rubbed my belly gently, continuing to coo softly at me. I grumbled and tried to get off my lap, resulting in a very childish squirming as he kept me on his lap. “Does daddy’s baby kitten have a grumpy tummy tum?” His voice dripped with fake sweetness, which only made my anger worse. I tried with all my might to claw through the mittens, but they were too thick. My paws waved around in the air, only making me look more like a kitten. In one last desperate effort, I rolled off of his lap and onto the floor, landing on all fours with genuine feline agility. My escape attempt did not get much further than that as the tiger easily scooped me right back up and deposited me on his lap. He rubbed my butt through the diaper and nibbled at my scruff. Unfortunately, this had the same effect on me as it had had earlier and I flopped down in his lap. At the same time, my tail flagged and I began to fill the seat of my diaper. I whimpered, but there was nothing I could do to stop my body from releasing my bowels.
	I stood there on all fours, shaking from the exertion of emptying myself into the diaper. The tiger rose so that he towered over me even more than before. I could not help but to feel like a little kitten just then. He cooed softly as I whimpered.
	“Uh-oh! Looks like Daddy’s got a little stinkybutt on his paws!” He kneeled down and stroked my back. “Are you daddy’s little stinkybutt?” I did not answer, still in shock over what I had just done. 
	The tiger scooped me up and carried me out of the living room and down the hall into a large bathroom that looked like it was very expensive with marble countertops and exotic faucets. The bathtub was enormous and crafted from white marble. The tiger set me down on the countertop. 
	“Wave to the baby kitten!” He urged. I did not obey. He took one of my paws in its baby blue mitten and made it wave at my reflection. I watched the cat in the mirror blush deeply. The bell around my neck jingled musically as the tiger moved me around, slowly stripping me down. I blushed as he flicked my cock and balls, but he just smiled and set me in the bathtub. Even though my paws were free, I feared fighting the tiger. He was quite a bit bigger than me and I knew that I was at his mercy.
	He began to wash me gently, smiling and purring as I sat still. Even over the bubbles in the bathtub, I could smell his pheromones, a constant presence. He began with my chest before moving his way to each of my arms. I sat still among the bubbles, numb to everything as he steadily worked.
	It was not until his paw slipped further south that I was yanked from my thoughts. I yelped as his paw cupped my balls.
	“Did daddy surprise his little kitten?” He teased, patting me on the head. I opened my mouth to complain, but he agilely slipped a pacifier in. “Atta boy.” He praised, returning to washing me. It seemed like he took extra time on my crotch, my balls swaying to and fro as he worked, my cock hardening involuntarily. To my relief, he did not draw attention to my erection as he moved on to my butt. I kept the pacifier in my muzzle without sucking on it, grumbling as he focused on my tailhole.
	He moved down my body to my legs and footpaws. The water was delightfully warm, but I refused to allow myself to relax for fear of what the tiger might do. It occurred to me that I did not even know his name.
	“Hey. What’s your name?” I asked around the pacifier. He smiled.
	“Daddy, of course.” He patted me on the head, using his other paw to make sure the pacifier did not fall out my muzzle as I glared at him.
	“I meant your real name and you know it.”
	“I don’t know your name either. I call you kitten and other cute names. Droopybutt, grumpytush, crinklebum.” He smiled at my sour expression. “What’s wrong with calling me daddy?” 
	“You’re not my dad.” I responded grumpily. “Besides, my name’s” He lifted me out of the tub before I could finish, the pacifier tumbling from my muzzle and landing on the floor. He returned me to the counter right by the sink. I stared at my wet reflection.  I figured a fresh diaper was in my immediate future. He surprised me however.
	“Look at Daddy, kitten!” He said cheerfully. I turned to look at him and eeped as I saw that he was completely naked. His muscular arms matched the defined pecs and abs of his abdomen. His cock and balls hanged down between his legs, fairly proportional to the rest of his body. His legs were as powerful as the rest of his body. I wondered if there was a gym somewhere in the house. There had to be for him to be so fit. No longer did I wonder just how he was able to lift me so easily. I watched his balls sway back and forth like a pendulum as he came closer, opening a drawer and pulling out, of all things, a syringe. I whimpered, my eyes widening. What was he planning? The rational part of my mind told me that the contents of the syringe might just be steroids, thereby explaining his musculature. I yelped as he suddenly grabbed and held me still as he brought the syringe up to my butt.
	“No!” I yelled, forgetting myself.
	“Daddy needs to give his little kitten his medicine.” He said calmly.
	“Can’t you do it in my arm?” I asked softly. “What is that stuff anyway?”
	“You’ll see.” He said as he moved the syringe to my upper arm and shot it in. To my surprise, it did not hurt in the slightest, not even a little prick. He chuckled at my confused expression. I felt a strange sensation in my groin. I looked down and yowled in shock as my cock and balls shrank. They came to a rest at about half of their original size. 
	“What did you do that for?” I asked angrily.
	“Your weewee was too big for a baby kitten.” He said simply. “It’s only temporary.”
	“How temporary?” I demanded. He smiled and slipped the pacifier back into my muzzle, kissing my forehead. 
	“Now then, let’s get a tired baby kitten to bed.” He patted my butt. To my surprise, he set me down on the floor instead of carrying me to wherever he expected me to sleep. He got down on all fours and nosed my butt. “Go on, kitten.” I went the entire distance with him guiding me with my nose, feeling more and more like a little kitten. I mewed as we came to a closed door. Was this where he had meant to lead me? As I studied it, the tiger rose and picked me up. His paw brushed my shrunken groin on its way to under my rump. His free paw opened the door and I saw his bedroom for the first time. 
	His bed was massive, decorated in ruby red bed sheets and a matching comforter. A small army of pillows leaned up against the headboard. My jaw dropped. The tiger chuckled and nibbled at my scruff.
	“That’s a big boy bed for Daddy. Baby kittens sleep in there.” He turned my head to the right. There, right by his bed was an oversized bassinette, covered with baby blue lace. I frowned and whimpered. “Let’s get you all dressed for beddy bye!” He carried me over to a large table which I knew was to serve as my changing table. He quickly produced a thick diaper and put it on me, his paw again brushing my tiny genitalia. I gazed down at the garment, marveling at how it ballooned around my waist, leaving no doubts that I was the tiger’s baby. He chuckled at my perplexed expression as he returned the mittens and booties to my paws, finishing things off with the big blue bow on my tail.
	“Why?” I whispered, but he at least pretended not to hear me. He picked me up and rocked me in his arms as he carried me over to the bassinette. I realized that it had been quite a long, eventful day, albeit not in a good way. I stifled a yawn. He smiled at me, but suddenly, his eyes widened.
	“I completely forgot!” He exclaimed, quickly carrying me back over to the changing table. I sat there, petrified with fear. What was he planning now? I watched him dig through the drawers under the changing table, his cock and balls hanging down between his legs like mine used to.
	He popped up with a small piece of leather in his paws. Each side had a small silver hook on it and I was not sure of what it was or what it was for. He leaned in and slipped it behind my head. To my surprise, each metal component hooked into small holes on the sides of the pacifier in my muzzle, holding the pacifier in so that I could not spit it out. I whimpered into the pacifier, but the tiger just ignored me, plopping me down in the bassinette. The cushioning was quite comfortable, but I was still not happy when he tucked me in. I glowered at him, but he merely chuckled.
	“Baby will get used to his bassinette.” He climbed into his own bed, smiling at me. “Unless he wants to sleep with daddy?” He laughed as I frowned. He pushed a button on the nightstand on the other side of his bed and the lights smoothly dimmed until they were off. “Good night, my little crinkletush!” The tiger said sweetly. There was no escape for me.