Lesson Learned

Alan stood in front of the window of a comic book store, staring at the colourful covers with his eyes wide in excitement, his tail wagging gently as he scanned the multitude of different offerings. The seven year old fox could only admire the comics for a few seconds however before he was tugged along by his mother, a small sigh escaping her lips as she gently pulled at his hand, tutting impatiently at the kit, 
"Alan, I told you already, we need to get home so I can start cooking. Hurry up, mister!" 
The bright orange cub didn't get to visit the mall all too often, due to his bathroom issues keeping him inside most days, a slight crinkling leaving his overalls as he stepped along, his pants seemingly slightly more bulky than normal due to the diaper hiding underneath. The boy hadn't yet learned how to use the potty, even with his seventh birthday party having come and gone nearly a week ago, forcing him to still wear a diaper, a fact that his mother wasn't particularly happy about. Alan tried to keep up with the woman, but the exciting sights and sounds of the mall captivated him, making him constantly lag a few steps behind her, occasionally stopping to ogle at some toy store or video game advertisement before she gave his hand a small pull, reminding him to get a move on. Whether it was due to the excitement or because of all the walking around, Alan suddenly felt his guts kicking into overdrive, a loud rumbling making him clutch his belly and stumble along while bent over slightly, an uncomfortable grimace on his face as he desperately tried to keep his other end closed until in the comfort of his own home. It was of little use however, his bladder soon joining in on the cacophony of agony, forcing the young canine to stop in his tracks or risk filling his diaper to the brim, giving his mother's hand a tug for a change. She turned around and rolled her eyes, 
"What?" 
Glancing down, she saw Alan holding his stomach, his knees pressed together and tail hanging miserably between his legs, his teeth grinding as he mumbled, 
"I… I need to go potty…" 
She sighed, 
"Number one or two?" 
"Both…" 
Looking over to the parking lot just barely visible on the other end of the hallway, the mother thought that she might not be forced into changing her son in the mall, 
"Just hold it for a couple of minutes longer, the car is right there and it's not too long from here to home, okay?"
The woman had barely turned around when she heard a soft whimper followed by a wet crackling, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. She looked at Alan to see his cheeks glowing red, a look of relief on his face as a small bulge grew on the back of his overalls, his suspenders stretching gently as they had to hold a little bit more weight than moments before. She stood still and stared at her son as he released his bowels and his bladder, huffing as the pressure gave way to relief, the smell of it soon hitting her nose as she shook her head. 

Irked by her son's lack of potty training, the mother looked around the mall, not wishing to take the soiled boy back to the car without first changing his diaper. She spotted a bathroom sign at the back of a small hallway, putting a hand on the back of Alan's back as she pushed him on, huffing impatiently, 
"C'mon, let's just get you changed."
Walking into the hallway and turning a corner, the mom was slightly startled by a man leaning against a wall, seemingly not even paying her or the cub any attention, glaring down at his phone. The man was a fox just like Alan or her, though he had obsidian black fur instead of the vibrant orange hues that the pair had, a few years younger than the woman, his slightly dishevelled look and disinterested leer giving her the sense that he could be big trouble if he so wished. Hurrying past the suspicious looking man, the mother ushered the boy forwards and into the women's bathroom, shoving him inside before closing the door behind her. She looked around, seeing no signs of anyone else using the toilets, walking her son over to the changing table. She flipped the table down and lifted Alan up onto it, thankful that he was enough of a runt to fit onto the table, laying the kit onto his back and grunting unhappily, hearing a small squishing sound coming from underneath his flank as his ass smushed into the pile of dung waiting inside. Grumbling to herself as she dug through her purse, the mother set down a fresh diaper before diving back in, 
"Oh great, just what I needed, didn't even remember to get more wet wipes. That's wonderful."
Frustrated, she closed her eyes and leaned on the changing table, sneering for a moment before opening an eye, staring down at the boy for a few seconds before suddenly getting a brilliant idea, hoping that she might be able to give her kid a little motivation to start learning how to properly use a toilet. Grinning, she grabbed the strap used to hold the baby down on the changing table, pulling it over Alan's belly and tying him down tight. Getting a little anxious due to being strapped down, a precaution that his mother hadn't bothered with in years, the boy stayed still, his legs swaying off the side of the table as she stepped back with a smirk,
"You just wait right there for a second, honey. Mommy's gotta go and grab some wet wipes before I can change you, I'll be right back~" 
The woman turned around, leaving the young fox helplessly strapped down on the changing table, her footsteps echoing off of the tiles as she marched out the door. 

Fed up with the bother and embarrassment of having to change her son's diapers out in public all the time, the mother walked out into the hallway and spotted the shady looking man, walking up to him and giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder. The man barely even lifted his snout off of his phone, shifting his eyes to give a disinterested glare towards her, letting out a small grunt to signal that she had her attention, at least some of it. The mom gathered up her nerve for a split second, opening her mouth but finding herself unable to make a sound, finally managing to put together a few words,
"M… my name is Helen." 
The male stared at her for a while before returning the favour, speaking in a gruff tone, 
"Vince."
"I… my son is in the bathroom, strapped down on the changing table, right in there…"
Vince stared at her before shrugging his shoulders, 
"So?" 
"Well… I think I'd maybe like to… teach him a lesson, or something? You know, humiliate him a little, give him some motivation to keep doing his potty training."
"And… you want me to help with that?" 
"Yes, I just thought that… you looked like someone who could get that sort of stuff done." 
Helen noticed a spark of interest finally lighting up in the dark fox's eyes, though she spotted something much more devious and evil than she had originally assumed, a few cold shivers running down her spine as she began second guessing her own plans. Pushing forth through her hesitation, thinking it was best for her son, the vixen stood tall and watched Vince's bored face twisting into a wicked grin, a small snort blowing from his nose as he stowed his phone back into his pocket, turning to face the mother, 
"What exactly do you want me to do with him? Just… bully him around a li'l bit~?" 
"I… I was hoping to leave all that to you."
"Well, I can definitely come up with something, that's for sure~" 
The man looked over her shoulder, towards the bathrooms, seemingly pondering the proposition for a beat before nodding his head with a grin, 
"Alright, I'll do it, you just wait out here and I'll teach your little boy a lesson he's never gonna forget~" 
The fox walked past Helen, leaving her to stand watch at the mouth of the hallway as he disappeared into the women's room, her hands nervously clutching her purse as she stepped around the corner, wanting to remain blissfully oblivious and not hear anything while her plan was in action. 

Strapped in place, Alan stared idly up at the ceiling while waiting for his mom to return, grunting and pushing out a few more gassy releases, making sure he was entirely empty in preparation for the fresh diaper. He finally heard the door opening again, looking over with a smile, his expression immediately turning much more embarrassed as he saw that it wasn't his mother that stepped through the door, his eyes quickly darting back up to the ceiling as the man walked inside. Vince spotted the cub on the changing table, chuckling as he kicked the door closed and strolled over, the kit's face only getting more and more red as he stopped next to the table, 
"Look at you, all nice and tied down, like the little baby that you are~" 
He grabbed the boy's overalls, flicking open the pair of suspenders and slowly peeling back the overalls with a naughty grin, 
"Let's see what you've got hiding under here~" 
Alan whimpered uncomfortably at the stranger's intrusion, trying to push his legs together to stop the man from pulling his pants down, covering his eyes in shame as the older canine rolled down his overalls to reveal his diapers, the bright white of the pair soiled by a slight hint of yellow on the front and brown on the back. Seeing the cub's packed padding, Vince broke into a chuckle, his laugh only intensifying as he saw the kit's eyes quivering and getting wet, 
"What kind of a kid is still wearing diapers at your age?! You're real pathetic, you know that~?" 
The man grabbed the front of the diaper and ripped the tape open in one hard tug, getting a quiet yip from the boy in the process, the stink intensifying as he carefully folded the padding open. The front of Alan's crotch was moist with his piss, a slight hint of scat staining his taint from rolling around in his own mess, most of the thick mud trapped underneath his ass, painting more of his fur brown as he fidgeted anxiously. Vince snickered at the state of the cub, making sure to step out from behind the boy to let Alan see as he shifted his hand down to his crotch, slowly rubbing a growing bulge on the front of his pants before opening the pair up, slipping his fingers down into them with a deep sigh, 
"It's a good thing I love nothing more than a padded little boy, tied up with a bow on top, just for me~" 

Staring in horror, Alan watched the man pull out his cock, the knot at his base already swelling up as he kneaded it lightly, the tip slick with precum as his eyes shifted from the cub's fearful face to the kit's soiled lower half. Vince grabbed the boy's legs, pulling both up and holding them above him as he whimpered and struggled against the tight strap that held him down, the diaper sticking to his ass cheeks for a moment before flopping down, a few small balls of sticky shit plopping from between his crack as well. Running his tongue over his sharp fangs, Vince pushed a finger right under the little fox's tail, moaning as he felt it sink into the still steaming hot dung, having to poke around for a second before finally finding the cub's pucker, buried under a thick layer of scat. Wriggling the tip of his finger inside, the man felt the boy immediately clenching hard, every panicked squeak and yell only making his cock pulse and squirt out another ripple of precum as he grew more and more hungry. Pushing past the boy's hard clenching, he was able to sink his finger all the way down to the knuckle, letting it stay inside the tight little hole as the kit whined and tried to thrash free of the strap's hold,
"You're probably gonna need a bit more breaking in before I can get my meat inside of your ass. But don't worry, I think we've got plenty of time for that~" 
The older canine pulled out his finger and quickly wiped it on the boy's fur, turning around and walking into one of the stalls as Alan called out, a few tears in the cub's eyes, 
"M… mom!" 
"Save your voice, 'cause there ain't no one who's coming to save you, and I really wanna hear you scream once I've got my knot in your ass~!" 
Alan turned his head to see Vince approaching, a toilet brush in his hand and an evil look in his eyes. He pushed the tapering handle of it between the cub's ass cheeks, shoving it inside as Alan squealed in pain, stroking his cock to his victim's sobbing. 

With half of a toilet brush shoved up his tailhole, Alan's little feet kicked around as he cried and grunted, his sheath leaking what remained in his bladder all over his belly as the man pulled the makeshift dildo from his hole, tossing the messy brush aside and getting into place behind him, intent on replacing the toy in him with the real thing. Vince slotted his tip into the messy and gaped asshole, grinding his dick between the cub's puffy cheeks, smearing shit up and down the kit's crotch before losing all patience. In a fit of lust, he rammed his cock into the tiny fox, ripping the boy's hole open, using the slimy scat as lube as he forced most of his throbbing girth inside. Alan screamed as loud as he could, releasing the rest of his bowels onto the man's shaft as he felt the hard length cramming deeper into his gut, gaping his pucker wide open as his hands slammed against the changing table and the black canine's chest. Even with the foreplay and the deluge of mud pouring from the cub's tailhole, Vince still had a hard time fitting his entire cock into the kid, having to work it in a few painful and stinging inches at a time, his thrusts nearly ripping the entire table off of the hinges as he bucked hard against the cub's ass. He panted in pleasure as he felt shit splashing all over the kit's backside, the steaming hot pile on the diaper grinding on his knot as he hammered away, feeling more logs squeezing down the little canine's pipe. Alan shrieked in agony as Vince began trying to fit his knot into the tiny hole, humping and pushing as hard as he could, teased by the slow and gradual stretching that he was feeling, knowing that the boy would open up at any second. The cub's ass finally gave in and let the man's bulb ram inside, saliva oozing down his chin as he growled like a feral hound, taking in the kid's wailing as he emptied his balls. 

Alan's howling gently morphed into sobs and sniffling as the knot stayed lodged deep in him, every pulse sending another jet of cum into his bowels. Vince huffed and held down the boy, pulling hard to free his knot from the tight tie, Alan's crying returning at twice the volume as the bulb slowly rolled free, stretching the hole to its absolute limits. He finally popped free, flicking droplets of his sperm mixed with shit all over the walls and the floor, leaving the kid tied up and leaking the brown sludge as he walked to a nearby sink, grabbing a handful of paper towels to clean himself up. The kit whimpered the whole time Vince was cleaning himself, a big grin on his face as he finally tucked his cock away, walking out the bathroom. Helen was waiting for him at the end of the hallway, a mixture of curiosity and worry on get face as he smirked, 
"I think he learned his lesson, though I also think he might need a diaper for the rest of his life now~" 
Chuckling as he walked away, Vince glanced over his shoulder one last time to see the woman walking into the women's room, hearing Alan's sobbing as she opened the door.