“There we are, all clean and ready, such a good girl.” The cat woman said to her babysat charge, brushing over the lioness’ soft fur with a vigorous towelling, “Just a few more steps and we can get you ready to be tucked in.” 

“Aww, but Auntiiie, I’m not tired enough for bed yet.” The cub replied. 

The cat lifted up a hair dryer, testing it for a mild warmth before getting the girl dried, she wasn’t related to the lioness in any way but on earning her trust had insisted she call her ‘Auntie’ rather than Ms. Petra. She gave Nala’s head a touselling rub with her hand after putting the dryer down. Petra lifted up a shaking bottle, puffing the sweet smelling powder into one paw and then gently rubbing it into Nala’s fur, bit by bit. “Is that so… well, there is one more toy we could play with if you want, it’ll really tire you out too.”  

The lioness grinned, giggling, happy that she’d bargained more play so easily. Some of her other sitters had been too strict, sending her to sleep even though it wasn’t quite her bedtime. There was an ulterior motive too, she’d seen the large case that her sitter had called her ‘bag of fun’. Colourfully coated with cute animals on it, quite at odds with the boring plain luggage that Nala usually saw adults bring. It was kept shut throughout the evening with Ms. Petra teasing her by telling her it had a lot of fun toys that only went to those who deserved them. 

“Surely I deserve something extra, Auntie?” Nala said with a cheeky grin, emphasising the word, pushing to get Petra’s interest. 

The cat let out a delighted laugh. “If that’s what you want, my little treasure.”  She ran a hand down Nala’s back, testing the fur. The powder made her hand slide with no friction. “Let’s move to your bedroom.” 

“Mmmh, won’t that be cold?” Nala asked, fearing the chill of the air if they left the steamy warm room. 

“It’s okay, here.” Petra wrapped a thick towel around the girl’s shoulders and draped like a cloak across her back, plucked straight from the heater. She walked out ahead, opened the door, tugged the light off and shut the door again while letting Nala make her way over to her room. She half-ran, all four legs moving with anticipatory excitement, which Petra strode to keep pace with. “Wait here, sweetheart.” She said before going downstairs. 

“Yes Auntie!” Nala said, then moved after just a few seconds.

Petra heard the pitter patter of the lioness’ feet follow to the top of the stairs, she pretended not to see the crouched cub, her head peeking down and watching as Petra cracked the bag open to make sure it had what she’d need within, transferring a couple of other things from another satchel of hers.

From where she was positioned Nala stole a glance of something thick, fluffy and soft looking before it was tucked back inside the bag and zipped shut. 

The babysitter smiled calmly as she stood and pulled the bag of fun up behind her. She heard more tapping of quick paws as the girl ran back, sitting down in almost the same pose Petra had left her in, though the brief exercise betrayed Nala, her lungs rising and falling quickly and swishing her tail. 

“You were waiting patiently for me?” She asked. 

“Yes, Auntie!” 

“Oh? Sitting right there, not peeking?” The cat needled. 

“Yes, Auntie.” The girl said with a nod.

“Not making things up, are you?” 

Nala stiffened and blushed, hesitating as she tried to cover it up. “N-no Auntie!” The cub’s jaw flapped in uncertainty. She herself didn’t know what compelled her to make the little white lie and was tempted to speak up and correct herself, but then that would be more embarrassing.

Petra smirked, she’d already wanted to play with some of her toys, she had just needed the excuse. She opened up the bag, catch clicking and the zippers ringing out loudly. She was careful to turn the bag away, to keep its contents a surprise. Her hands ran over something stubby, a shiny, pliant material with four hardened tread-like parts attached. 

“What’s that?” Nala asked, eying the olive coloured thing. She’d never seen anything like it before. 

“It’s the uniform for a special game. You know how anthro sports teams have to wear one?” She asked, keeping her tone from condescending. 

“It’s something to wear? It looks too small!” Nala said, tilting her head around, trying to figure out how it was even meant to be worn. 

“Oh it stretches a little, see!” Petra said, tugging a long thin rubber sleeve. 

“Can’t we play the game without it?” Nala asked, brow creased.

“We could, but I promise it’s far more fun with it on.” 

The cat patted the ground near her expectantly and Nala shuffled over with a reluctant speed. 

“I’ll dress you in it, don’t worry, it’s hard to put on alone.” Petra assured her. Her finger brushed over one of Nala’s foot-paws when it raised up, thumb brushing the pad there. 

Nala’s toes scrunched and she let out a squeal. “H-hey!” 

“Oops, sorry, didn’t want to tickle you.” Petra said, cupping the ankle in her hand and leading it into place. 

“Uhh, Auntie?” Nala asked as Petra opened up the softly-shining mass and led the cub’s four feet over the scrunched, folded spots to stand. 

“It’s meant to be put on like that! Just sit yourself down, reach your paws right in.” She assured her. Even with the fur lined with the powder and the prepared powder lining the suit itself, there was the occasional rubbery creak and squeak. 

“It’s too small!” Nala insisted, feeling her front legs reaching the depths of the sleeve when just half-bent. Below, the solid treads stretched along from the bottom of her paw close to her flank, ankle folded in and knee squashed in the rubber. The cub squirmed a little, having a few second thoughts. But Petra moved on, unconcerned, pulling the suit up over her rear end first. The cat brushed her hand over Nala’s tail, pushing it into the sleeve that she had stretched before, it slid down, the fluffy tip characteristic of lions emerged from the end and the babysitter pulled it through. It also allowed the girl’s other leg an easier time of being lined up. 

“I can’t straighten my legs!” Nala said, bouncing as she was kept in an awkward half sitting pose, Petra’s fingers slid over her fur as she pulled it up her rump to sit in place. The zippered opening was a little above the tail sleeve’s top.

“Hush, child.” Petra said in a firm yet soothing tone, leaning forward to give a little kiss between Nala’s shoulders to still her. “You want to be good for Auntie, don’t you? I told you earlier good girls get to have more fun and your parents won’t be back until Monday!”

“Y-yes, Auntie.” Nala mumbled, her front paws extending and back arching as she tried to be helpful. 

“Not like that.” Her babysitter cooed in a sing-song tone. 

“You mean I have to bend them too?” Nala asked, already answered by the cat’s hand gripping the rubber and her shoulder, pulling the first and pushing the second. “Nnf.” She felt the tug push up over her shoulder, a rounded pocket seemingly waiting for her paw, the thick fingers covered up inside. Her wrist couldn’t slip back out after her sitter tugged the sleeve into place. The hard cap on the sleeve was nestled over her elbow, softly padded inside.

Petra held Nala’s left front leg in her own, feeling the cub trying to tug loose, while Petra’s right gathered the dangling curl of the rubber suit which was to go around Nala’s neck. 

“A-Auntie Petra, I don’t want to play this game.” 

“Oh you don’t know that, we’re not even done dressing you!” Petra insisted, working Nala’s left shoulder into the suit. The girl jerked it out of her grip for a moment. 

“No! I wanna play with that plush thing I saw.” Nala blurted. 

“Plush thing?” Petra asked in a feigned innocent tone. “I didn’t show you any plush things.” 

“It was soft and fuzzy and-” Nala caught herself, realising she’d just admitted to the spying she’d denied earlier. 

Petra grappled her harder than before, rather than the dressing from before she outright stuffed the fourth limb into place. “Oh, that. That’s for good girls who don’t spy and lie. This uniform’s for the naughty ones.” She declared. 

A spike of guilt combined with panic gripped the tiny lioness. “Wait Auntie! Aunt Petra stop it, let go!” She said but her squirms weren’t enough to stop the rubber, especially when the zipper whispered up her back, creaking out as it pulled the suit shut, tracing over Nala’s neck to the back of her head. “Nnnh, no, it’s too tight!” She insisted. 

“Nonsense, look, you fill it out perfectly.” Petra said, brushing down the smooth, unwrinkled sides to cradle under the cub’s chest. Her fingers stirred some bunching rubber from how deep the tips stroked from chest to belly. She couldn’t resist scooping the cub off the floor entirely, giving her a sound cuddle before she put her back on the ground, holding her so the treads of the suit’s legs were on the floor first.

Nala’s legs wiggled awkwardly, trying to get forward momentum, however the carpeted floor of her bedroom caught the tread-like rubber, and the awkward folding of her knees restricted her to the tiniest attempts. The rounded pouches holding her front paws would have slid uselessly off the metal if they could even reach the zipper, however the cub’s legs wouldn’t have made it that far even unbound, instead they found only air before the rubber creaked and tightened. “Wh-what is this uniform? Why can’t I take it off?” 

“It’s called a bitchsuit, dear, perfect for bratty little bitches and also little cuties who still need to get over some bad habits.” She said, obfuscating which of the two groups she thought Nala belonged to. 

The cat rummaged in the bag before finding more olive rubber, turning at a soft thud. Nala had lost balance elbows pushing from under her and planting her chest on the floor. Her hips jostled, trying to bounce herself back to all fours posture. “Let Auntie help with that.” Petra said, scooping Nala back to the contorted, suited up ‘stand’. The cub wasn’t given time to thank her or let out any other protests before having to contend with the latest addition, the bottom of a rubber hood that matched the suit, tugged over Nala’s snout and up over her head. It had openings for her mouth, eyes and ears but otherwise squeezed all the way over, hiding any tufts of her neck fur and overlapping with the suit. 

“No! Not more stuff!” Nala whined, trying to flinch away, but her sitter tilted her backward, preventing her from being able to move away. “L-let me go, I hate this!”

“You know, you’ve been such a good girl till this evening. Do you just get mischievous when you’re tired or were you just pretending to be well behaved?” Petra teased her, straightening the hood until it sat smoothly and then rubbing one of the lioness’ soft ears between a thumb and finger.

“I am a good girl!” Nala whimpered, feeling the rubber pressed up over her nose with two small rings lined up to clear the way for her nostrils. “Let me out of this, you’re a bad sitter, I hate you!” 

Petra gasped, the shock and silence so sudden that Nala felt a little guilty for saying such an impulsive thing. She didn’t fully mean it, she thought it would provoke a different reaction from Petra. However the cat just took a deep breath and then smiled. Her hands pulled her bag of fun closer. They knew exactly where to go, a palm settling on a wide piece of rubber with some clips that lined up with studs on the mask. “You’ve lied to Auntie more than once now, little treasure, so I’ll be a good role model and keep you from saying anything untrue until you’ve had some time to think.” 

Her words and tone were gentle, disarmingly so, yet her hands moved with speed, one pinched the back of Nala’s jaw, making her gasp wide, the fishing hand thrust a small rubber bulb into Nala’s lips, over her tongue. The bulb was attached to a panel that clicked as Petra swiftly pushed it into the studs. 

“Mmgh, whag igh thighh?” Nala tried to ask, words already fuzzed by the plug. 

Ms. Petra’s left thumb rolled down her cheek, across to the front of the gag panel, then down a dangling rubber tube to a bulbous pump. With her legs to either side of Nala and her right arm pinning the girl to the floor, the left hand slowly rose, bringing the pump up to where Nala could see, and then she squeezed it. 

Nala’s eyes widened, glancing down in shock as the inner bulb expanded, a bladder of air swelling up as Petra pumped again and again. “Nohh, waigh, ighs weirgh- ihhmh ghhrmh! Mmmmh!!” Each pump stifled the cub further forcing her jaw to spread wide, until it was stretching the hood too. Nala’s eyes watered, feeling the thing tickling right in her muzzle, pressured toward her throat and then intruding on it, making her mewl, hack and want to retch it out. “Nhh, nhh- lmmh hmmm!” 

Petra chuckled. “No no, we’re playing a game first, remember. It’s a nice fun educational one, you get to learn a few things and they’ll teach you to be the best little girl you can be, my lovely lioness. Besides we’re close to finishing your uniform but not there yet. For starters, if you really squirmed you might get this zip to open!”  

Her words were backed up by a new accessory, a solid metal collar with a thick soft rubber lining. Tall enough that when clipped on it stiffened Nala’s neck further, making it so she couldn’t bend away or shake it as vigorously as she had in her denial. It pressed tightly over the zipper and the overlapping rubber, biting into the materials, ensuring that the hood and suit were sealed as long as it remained. A simple padlock snapped around the catch to keep that secured. 

“Aww, so adorable!” She said as she let go of Nala, watching her try to push at the front of the collar with her paws, or reach and tug the muzzle between the arms. With panic in her eyes the cub realised it was useless, trying to crawl away hurriedly, yet making it only a few inches before Petra lay her hand on the sleeved tail, thumb playing with the tuft. She didn’t have to yank it, just holding it was enough to keep Nala from getting away. 

“Mmmh, mmmmmh!” She sobbed, while Petra’s free hand retrieved the last pieces she’d been wanting from the bag for now, another wide strip of rubber, a larger piece of metal and two more inflatable plugs with their pumps detached. 

“You know that fun toy you have in your mouth? I have a couple more for you! Know where they might fit?” Petra teased. “Now, you can start to prove you’re a good girl by behaving. That suit won't come off if I don’t see an improvement!” Her hands rose to the top of Nala’s knees, squeezing into the rubber bagged limbs and dragging her back. She twisted the cub, flipping her onto her back and then raising her rump to sit in Petra’s lap. 

Nala squirmed, concern in her eyes, but she fell still. She didn’t know what Petra meant, she hadn’t even caught the earlier question, mind swimming with trying to escape. While struggling, the girl had been focused on her bid for freedom. Now she was kept still, she was feeling how hot and stuffy the suit was, trapping her body heat in. 

The cat woman smeared a liquid over one of the plugs she held, then her thumb and finger parted a slit in the suit, between Nala’s rump cheeks. “This one might be a bit chilly, so hold on!” She said before slipping the small toy in. A wide, flat base kept it going far, but still the intrusion made Nala squeal and quiver, first at the shock of the temperature, then more as it dug in and settled itself.

“Nnnh, Annhhh, nnh!” She whined, hips twisting and shaking, aimlessly trying to shake the feeling out, but instead she only served to agitate it.

 “Good little girl.” Petra soothed, holding Nala from struggling enough, redirecting her hip wiggles to tilt up and down and work herself up. 

The second plug found another hole, pushing between Nala’s legs to nestle at the front! 

“Mmh? Mmmmhhhh?” She shrieked at the chill, once more but already was starting to feel what her Auntie wanted her to, a weird feeling despite the toy being relatively limp and loose.

“Now one more adjustment to make sure they don’t slip out.” She said with a gentle smile. She scooped Nala up entirely, lowering her onto the metal piece, a wide belt with a third strap- a chastity belt, fitted for the cub’s waist. She tucked the metal up, hearing it click with a satisfying lock and jostling the plugs a little. “We’re nearly there!” Petra whispered encouragingly. 

She attached the pumps to the plugs, their hoses poking through slits in the belt and then with one foot pushing down on Nala’s chest to pin her, she started to pump both at once, alternating. 

“GNnnnnghh!!!!” Nala whimpered, squealing as with each puff her two tender holes were filled and stretched. Never having experienced anything in either before, only to be overwhelmed now as the plugs rose. They rubbed the soft inner flesh. Expanding until the cub was sure they’d met and were kneading her insides between them! The tightness of the belt and suit felt all the more squeezing, not least because they were helping to keep the plugs in check. The stretching feeling of pain mingled and twisted with something that felt… good?!

“Noticing something, my little treasure?” Petra asked, seeing the cub quivering and her eyes lidding despite the tears in their corners. “The good cub’s uniform- which you’d be wearing if you hadn’t fibbed to Auntie, will let that feel great. This one will juuust fill you up and give you a little hint of what you’re missing!” 

She pulled Nala close to her in another hug, one hand on her butt, pushing so that it really stirred the plugs and agitated her. “Now, the last piece…” Petra said. Provoking another shocked and short lived cry-whine from Nala. 

Her fingers touched one side of the hood, revealing more studs beside the girl’s eye holes. Nala widened her eyes one more, brow twisting as she tried to shake her head and deny what she realised was coming. Her ‘Auntie’ picked up the last wide strap, pushing it to clip over Nala’s eyes, stealing her sight away.

 “Mmm, such a precious little thing you are.” Petra whispered with genuine, if corrupt and twisted, love in her voice as she stroked Nala’s ears, kissed her through the rubber and then let her hands brush and rub all over. 

As she cradled the cub, teasing and playing, she heard a chime. The house phone was ringing. 

Petra gulped, but kept her cool. She gently put Nala down as she rose to answer it. 

Left on her back, with the collar and belt thick enough that when matched to her stumpy arms and legs, she couldn’t rise or even roll to the side, squirming like a beached turtle. Bound, gagged, sightless, stuffy and hot, the cub quivered as each struggle teased the plugs, evoking feelings she’d never met and didn’t understand. 

Her own breaths and pathetic little moans were all she could hear, her attempts to sit up and squirm, to do anything to free herself only tired her out more in the cloying, tight, unwanted prison, while Petra spoke in the distance, downstairs, with Nala unsure which way to crawl and already uncertain if it was better to get closer or further away. 





Petra felt relief flood over a tension she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. It wasn’t the cub’s parents at all, instead it was a young boy’s voice on the other end. He’d asked if Nala would be around to play at the weekend, to invite her over to the house. 

When Petra told him that her parents weren’t home and she was there to look after her instead, he sounded disappointed while also sounding like he was trying to cover up his sadness. 

“Oh, you sound like such a polite young man.” She replied. “I’m afraid she’s tucked away and can’t come to the phone, but I’ll tell you what, how would you like to come and visit her for a sleepover? You can stay all weekend!” 

“Really? Just a moment I’ll ask mom!” He said.

Petra waited calmly. Hearing two voices mumbled away from the receiver, before long the boy came back sounding even more cheerful. “Hello? Mom says it’s okay! She’ll come drop me over at ten in the morning!” 

“Wonderful, I look forward to meeting you, what’s your name, young cub?” 

“It’s Simba!” He replied. 

“Ah, a lovely name, you can call me Auntie Petra, if you like!” 

The phone call ended shortly after that. Petra peeled away back to where she’d left her little bundle of cute whines. “That was a little friend of yours, he’s coming over to visit. Now, if you’re a very good girl tonight you’ll be able to see him tomorrow. If not, well, he’ll still be here.”  She said, rubbing her hand over the blindfold. 

“And depending on if he’s as good a boy as he sounded, he might get the good cub’s suit before you do.”

She looked at her bag, three outfits remained. The ‘good’ suit she’d mentioned, another bad-cub’s bitchsuit, and the soft fluffy thing that Nala had seen. A plush-suit cover that would tuck over the girl’s current attire but could also stand alone. Petra would use it to hide her in plain sight, to get this Simba to confess he wanted to ‘play with the big stuffed toy’ and then… well, there were so many options, and whichever outcome happened she’d have them both all to herself. The idea of a rubber suited cub in one arm and a squeezy soft plush cub in the other made her melt just to think about. 

“Now, it’s time for Auntie to do what she promised and tire you out.” She said, bringing herself back to the moment, scooping Nala up in one arm while she fished out a massaging wand. With those toys positioned and locked in, she’d be able to tease the cute cub until she fell asleep. If she did make any manner of mess, well, Petra had toys to either reward or punish her for that, depending on her mood and what thoughts those too adorable reactions provoked in her.

And through it all, she’d only scratched the surface of what other fun toys lurked in the large bag…