“Leb! Christ, am I glad you could make it.” The rat held his front door open for me, pulling his hospital ID badge around his neck. “Hi, Jim. Urgent operation?” I stepped into the Simmonses’ house, carrying my laptop under one arm. “You wouldn’t believe it,” Jim said, tightening his lanyard and slipping on a coat. “Three appendices decided to pop in one night, on top of the scheduled surgeries. They went through everyone on-call, and the babysitter’s not picking up the phone. Thank you so much for coming over.” “It’s what neighbors are for,” I said, giving my brightest foxy smile. “Amy!” Jim called down the hallway. “Mr. Lebbick is going to be watching you while Daddy goes to the office. Come on out and say hi.” Two large ears first peeked sideways out of a doorway, and then a pair of shiny eyes behind large, circular wire-frame glasses. Then the rest of Amy Simmons popped out and hurried down the hallway, pink tail swooping behind her. Like her father, Amy was gray all over, except for her bright pink nose and inner ears. She was wearing a white blouse and denim skirt, and I saw that her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. I thought a more subdued color would have complemented her pink nose better, but there was something exciting about that red color against the gray fur. It clashed pleasantly with the nerdish look of her glasses. “Hi, Mr. Lebbick,” she said. “Hello, Miss Amy.” “Dinner’s in the fridge,” Jim interrupted our greetings, tucking in his shirt and picking up his tote bag. “No TV after 7, and bedtime’s at 8.” “Daaaad! I’m ten years old, I don’t have to go to bed that early.” “Bedtime’s at 8,” he repeated, pressing a fingertip to her nose. She wiggled it. “She has to wear bedtime pants and sleep on a pad. Pads are in her closet, pants in the dresser.” “Oh!” I said, taking a moment to process that information. “All right.” Amy blushed a little at the revelation, but didn’t say anything to protest. “Thanks again, hospital number is by the phone, gottagobye!” Jim leaned down, kissed Amy’s nose, then hurried out of the door. I looked at Amy and smiled. “Gosh, he was in a hurry, huh?” That got a giggle out of her, her smile showing off the braces on her two buckteeth. “Yeah! You shoulda heard the words he was using on the phone. Wanna see my room?” “Sure.” I followed the rat girl down the hall as she led me toward the room she’d popped out of earlier. I’d had a few conversations with her in the past, and watched her play with her friends in the yard across from my house, peeking through the blinds and touching myself. On a couple of lucky occasions, they’d set up an inflatable swimming pool and splashed around in tight, form-fitting one-piece swimsuits. Once, I’d seen her little rabbit friend pull the crotch of her swimsuit to one side, exposing herself to Amy for some reason I couldn’t know, but it had sent both of them into laughing hysterics. I’d already been masturbating to their little cameltoes, and the sight had driven me straight into an orgasm. I’d never seen Amy in less than a swimsuit, but I figured tonight might be my lucky night. I wouldn’t touch her, of course. I was a pedophile, but not a monster. I had no desire to hurt kids, and was fully aware that getting touched by a babysitter can seriously fuck up a kid. But I had the attractions that I had, and after she was asleep, I planned to quietly masturbate next to her bed, looking at her in the illumination of the night light and doing all the things to her in my imagination that I couldn’t do in reality. Maybe I’d tug down the sheets a little. And if I somehow couldn’t pull that off, I had a laptop full of cub porn to entertain myself with. And then there were the “bedtime pants!” I had no idea that Amy had bedwetting problems. Common enough at her age, of course. It was probably too much to hope that they were actual diapers. Probably pull-ups, so unfortunately she’d be able to put them on without my assistance. Still, I’d certainly get to see her in them, maybe even see her wet them after she fell asleep! I shifted my pants a little as I followed her into her room, trying not to tent them too hard. “We can play video games,” she said, sitting down on the pink comforter on her bed. A large television sat on an entertainment cabinet in front of the bed, and next to that was a pink dresser. It was a girly bedroom, but not aggressively so. I noticed a microscope and what looked like a small rock collection sitting on the dresser. She pushed some of the plushies stacked along one side of the bed off so that I had a place to sit. “All right. Hey, can I use your bathroom real quick?” I asked, dropping my laptop on the bed. “Sure,” she said, pointing at a door – an attached bathroom! Lucky rat kit. I closed the bathroom door and unzipped my fly. I let my erection out and couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze. My bladder desperately needed to be released, but I wouldn’t be able to go like this. I sighed and leaned against the door, swishing my tail and waiting for it to go down. Great – Amy would probably think I was pooping in her bathroom. As I was closing my eyes and trying to force the image of Amy’s cute little denim skirt out of my mind, my fox ears picked up a sound that was so familiar I barely registered it at first. As soon as I had enough time to think about it, though, my blood ran cold – it was the wake-up chime for my laptop. Shit! I reached down and fumbled to get my still-erect penis back into my pants, bladder still screaming. I tried to zip up, caught the bottom of my knot, winced, and re-adjusted. “Amy!” I called. “Please don’t look at my laptop...” That had to be suspicious as hell to an intelligent kid like her, but I was desperate. I finally got my zipper done up and flung the bathroom door open. “Uh, Amy!” I rushed toward the bed, where the rat girl had the laptop open on her thighs, staring wide-eyed at the screen. I caught the color scheme of the website I’d left open in the browser – CubTube. Fuck. “You look at this stuff?” Amy asked, looking over her shoulder. “Amy, please close that...” I reached for the laptop, but she moved it out of the way, deftly scrolling down the cub porn thumbnails. “I guess you’re kind of a perv, huh?” “Amy!” “My dad and I did that,” she said softly, pointing at one of the thumbnails. It showed a male raccoon on a couch with a young female, probably his daughter, sitting in his lap. He’d lifted up the front of her skirt, and his paw was down the front of her panties. I finally managed to snatch the laptop as she paused to point, panic flooding my veins and preventing me from processing what she’d just said for a few seconds. “Amy, I need you to-- wait, what?” She nodded. “Yeah, couple years after Momma died. I used to sleep in his bed for a while after that. One night he put his paw there and touched me for a while. I think he felt real bad after, though, cause he said I couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore.” I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “Amy, um… I really need you not to tell anyone about this, okay? My laptop, I mean.” “Yeah, I know you’d get in trouble. I only told you about my dad cause you like cubs too. I guess that was kinda risky now that I think about it, huh?” I smiled. “A little, yes. Don’t worry, though, your secret’s safe.” I stomped down the part of me that was about to add “as long as mine is.” That kind of bullshit was exactly where the potential damage from this situation could start, as I knew all too well. “It’s okay, pervs are people too,” Amy said, grinning and turning to face the TV. “I’m sorry I snooped, I just wanted to see if you had any games. Wanna play something on the console?” My pulse was still pounding in my temples, so my response came as an automatic “Sure.” I closed the laptop and set it aside. Amy hopped off the bed and bent over to turn on the console, flashing white panties with pink trim at me from under her skirt. At this rate, I was never going to get to piss. “I got Duck Warriors. That’s fun, and it has two-player.” She started it up and hopped up to sit on the bed next to me. She didn’t seem put off by her discovery of my porn habits, even scooting closer as I picked up the second controller. Duck Warriors was a twin-stick shooter, and with two players it didn’t take much skill. As I played, my mind began to wander regarding what she’d said about her father. I realized that she’d talked about how Jim felt afterward, but not how she felt. A worry began to nag at my conscience. “Hey… Amy, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. But when you and your dad… um, you know. Was that something that made you sad or happy?” If her bringing it up was a cry for help, I wasn’t going to let the fact that I was a pedophile too prevent her from getting what she needed. It might make me a hypocrite to turn Jim in, but I’d been called worse things than a hypocrite before. Amy frowned. “It made me sad that I couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore.” “But when he was actually touching you?” “That made me feel good,” she said with no hesitation, shifting her body to lie down on her belly, facing the TV, holding the controller out in front of her. “I love my dad.” I nodded, trying and failing to ignore the view her new position gave me straight up her skirt to her butt. Not just white panties, but white panties with a red strawberry print. A fuse blew somewhere in my mind as I realized she’d matched her nail polish to her panties. We continued at the video game for a while, but my performance dropped off considerably as I kept glancing of to the side at her pantied bottom. She didn’t look back at me, but she spread her legs a little and lifted her tail – Christ, she couldn’t have been doing it on purpose, could she? I saw the clear line of her rumpcrack and the curving plane of her tailbase, noticing how the pink skin of her tail got darker and more earth-toned as it approached the elastic cuff of her panties. That was the color of her asshole, I realized. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Amy finally did turn and look at me, and caught me staring, not just glancing. “Hello? Mr. Lebbick?” I snapped my eyes back to the game, where my character was being devoured by cartoon alligators. “Sorry!” Amy smirked. “You’re not too great at video games, huh?” she asked. “I guess not,” I said, laughing. There was no way she didn’t see where I’d been looking, and my peripheral vision told me that she hadn’t moved at all, her legs still spread and her tail hiked up. “That’s okay,” she said. “Maybe just a TV show instead?” “All right.” I had no idea what kind of TV ten-year-old rat girls enjoyed, but I hoped it would take my mind off of what was right in front of me. And maybe she’d move to a different position. I still had to piss, but I was rock-hard in my pants! She did move, but not in a way that helped anything. She slid forward on her belly, leaning her shoulders down to the floor to reach the console and turn it off. The action lifted her tail up further, and rotated her hips forward. The outline under her panties shifted from her rump to the clear clamshell outline of her sex, cradled under the soft cotton. I whimpered a little, hopefully too quietly for her to hear. “There,” she said, snapping the console switch off. She spread her legs for balance as she reached further for the remote control, and I saw an unmistakable line of moisture on her panties, thin and perfectly centered between her soft thighs. Maybe she WAS doing this on purpose! She pulled herself back up onto the bed, but stayed on her belly as she changed the channel, keeping her tail lifted and her rump exposed. I barely noticed which cartoon she landed on as I resumed staring. Her motion had hiked the panties a little tighter, pulling the tail elastic down and exposing more of that rich, almost purple skin. I knew the shape of her sex from the acrobatics a moment ago, and now I had a pretty good idea of its color. My mental Photoshop put them together automatically, and I shifted one paw down to my crotch for just a moment, savoring its friction before pulling it up to a plausibly-deniable distance. She turned and smiled at me again, readjusting her large glasses after the bedside acrobatics, and there was absolutely no way she didn’t catch me staring this time. “My shows might be boring for you, but I like She-Ra. The new one,” she said. I nodded, swallowing to make sure my voice wasn’t choked. “That’s fine. I think I saw some of that myself a little while back.” As she turned to watch the show, she spread her legs a little wider and wiggled her rump. That sealed it – she was enjoying this as much as I was. I acted without thinking – before I could stop myself, my paw was resting on her bottom, my black fur stark against her white cotton. As soon as I touched her, I felt her jump and tense up, and I knew it had been a mistake. I pulled my paw back to myself, unable to say anything as she looked over her shoulder at me, giving me an unreadable look. “I was wondering if you were gonna do that,” she said evenly. “I- I’m sorry!” I stuttered. “I won’t do it again.” Amy frowned. “Are you gonna leave?” I blinked. Leave? In the middle of the babysitting job? I didn’t understand how she’d even arrived at that question. Then it clicked – of course, that’s what had happened with Jim. “No, hun, I’m not going to leave. We can just watch TV, it’s okay.” She turned back to the screen. Her tail was down now, her skirt mercifully covering her underwear. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply through my nose, panic fighting my arousal. What had I done? What if she told her dad? She didn’t seem angry at me, but she had definitely tensed up when I touched her. When I felt that soft cotton and the firm warmth underneath… No! I had to put it out of my mind. I opened my eyes and forced myself to watch the show. After a little while, my erection receded to the point where I thought I could get up and take that badly-needed piss. “What if I said it was okay?” Amy asked, just as I was shifting to get up and go to the bathroom. She didn’t turn to look at me. “Huh?” “Touching my butt. I was kinda showing it to you on purpose, after I saw your laptop. What if I said it was okay with me?” Well, shit. I was immediately rock-hard in my pants again. “Um. Well, most people, including the legal system, would say it doesn’t matter.” “What do you say?” “Um… personally, I think it makes a pretty big difference,” I said, too off-guard to be anything but honest with her. “You can keep touching me if you want,” she said, lifting her tail up again, still not turning away from the TV. “I liked it, I was just surprised because I didn’t hear you move.” I took in a deep breath, not wanting to act without thought again. This was new territory for me. Despite a lifetime of fantasy going back to when I was Amy’s own age, I’d never been a situation like this. I quickly inventoried my conscience. “Be careful,” it responded. Not “stop” or “hell no,” just “be careful.” Campsite rule. “Yeah, okay,” I said softly. “Thanks, Amy.” I rested my paw on her upturned rump again, slow and gentle this time. My pawpads registered the soft warmth of her bottom, shifting slightly under the thin cotton. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. After a few minutes of me cupping her bottom, she began to wiggle it ever so slightly, moving back and forth. I responded, giving her cheek a little squeeze and rubbing my paw in a circle. At the top and bottom of the circle, my thumb brushed against the underside of her tailbase, and my pinky ventured toward the dark V where the back of her thighs came together. I heard her breathing speed up, and kept rubbing softly, slowly. “When you look at that stuff,” she asked after a few minutes of my attention to her bottom, glancing at my laptop, “you touch yourself, right?” I nodded. There was no point in being dishonest with her now. “Yeah. It’s called masturbation.” “I know,” she said. “It’s kinda a silly word, though. Sounds like something a scientist does,” she giggled. That broke the tension, and I grinned. “Technician Lebbick, beginning round one of experimental masturbation,” I said in a formal voice, as if speaking into a recorder. That made her giggle more. My chest relaxed as we laughed, my paw feeling every contour of her ass through her panties. As I rubbed, I pulled the tailcuff down a little, exposing the dark recess under her tail. It was almost too dark to see, but I could just barely make out the pink ridges of her asshole. “Do you touch yourself?” I asked, both turned on by asking a cub such a naughty question and also curious. I wanted to know how well she was in touch with her own sexuality. Her ears pinkened a little, but she nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, I have for a while now. Well, kinda. I don’t really like touching with my paws, but I like using those.” She pointed at the plushies stacked up along the side of the bed. “I put one between my legs and kinda wiggle.” “I did the same thing when I was your age, actually. I think it’s pretty common.” “Really? The book didn’t say anything about it.” “Book?” I cocked my head. “Oh. Um… a little after I started masturbating--” she had to stop as the word made her crack up again. “touching myself… I think Dad knew somehow. Cause he bought a book all about my body and stuff and left it on my bed.” I hmmed and looked at the plushies. “May I?” I asked, reaching out toward them with my paw that wasn’t on her butt. “Sure!” I picked up a plush lion – obviously one of her favorites, from the wear on its short fur coat. I put it to my nose and sniffed. Arousal-musk filled my nostrils, along with the sharp odor of old pee – remnants from being pressed up against a bedwetter’s pussy in the morning. “I think I might know how your dad figured out you’d started masturbating. Sorry, touching yourself.” “Oh!” The blush that she’d already had crept farther up her ears and across her cheeks. “I didn’t even think of that… that’s kinda embarrassing.” I smiled, giving it another sniff and then setting it to the side. “It’s okay. It sounds like he handled it well. He trusted you to learn about yourself and didn’t want to embarrass you by pointing it out. That’s kind.” “Yeah, I guess it is… still, I should probably wash them, huh?” “Maybe a good idea.” I looked back at her hiked bottom and tugged the tailcuff down again, this time hooking a finger into it to pull it down further. I saw a tantalizing ridge of pink skin that was the very base of her pussy - another centimeter, and I’d see the loop of her entrance. Feeling intoxicated by the smell of her musk in my nostrils, as well as the unexpectedly frank sexual conversation, I asked something I never thought I’d ask a cub. “Can I take your panties off?” I asked it lightly enough that I hoped a refusal would be easy, if she wanted to. She bit her lip, and I had the impression that her ears would have turned even pinker, if that were possible. “Yeah, I guess you’re gonna see me naked when you put me in my diaper, anyway.” I raised an eyebrow as my paw went up to the button clasp over her tail, undoing it. “Diaper? Not pull-ups?” She shook her head. “I’m a heavy wetter at night. Dad has to order them in my size special from a web site.” “Guess it doesn’t make too much sense to be bashful about me seeing you, then. Unless you want to stay in your panties for now, of course – that would be okay too.” She shook her head. “It’s okay, I know you wanna see me.” That made me blush a little myself as I hooked my thumbs around her waistband, gently tugging down her underwear. She shifted her hips from side to side, helping me free them. Her butt cheeks came together in a perfect double arc under her tailbase, underlining her deep purple anus with a curvy V. Beneath that, in a recess drawing away toward the front of her skirt, I saw the first cub vulva of my life. From this angle, I could only see the base of it, a pink little loop of flesh that looked like a smaller, upside-down mirror of the top of her butt. I pulled the panties down past her knees, and she spread her legs a little. The fine creases of her sex parted, showing a dark opening that was so pink around the edges it was almost red. My mental Photoshop hadn’t done it justice. “Amy, you’re so pretty...” I said softly, trying not to pant, then put my paw back on her bottom, feeling her flesh directly now, no thin fabric between my fingers and her skin and fur. Amy bit her lip, smiling a little – either at the touch or the compliment, I thought. Then she looked over her shoulder down at my pants. “What about you?” “What about me?” “Well… my butt’s naked. Wouldn’t it be fair if yours was too?” I blinked, looking down at my hard-tented jeans. “Um… I guess that would be fair. But, do you know what happens to people with penises when they see and touch someone pretty?” She laughed again. “I got skipped a grade in school, Mr. Lebbick. I’m in sixth grade. I know what a boy with an erection in his pants looks like.” I let out a dry laugh. “All right then, I just didn’t want to surprise you.” I took my paw off her ass and unbuckled my belt. I saw her watching intently as I pulled the belt off, then worked my jeans down, revealing my tented boxer-briefs. I was small down there, for a vulpine. Always had been. I wasn’t really self-conscious about it like some guys are; I kinda liked how it looked, and I’d heard that, with a knot, penis size doesn’t really matter as far as the receiving partner’s pleasure goes. Not that I’d ever had the chance to test that rumor. Still, I couldn’t help but realize that I probably wasn’t much bigger than the sixth-graders she’d seen concealing their bulges in class. I pulled down my underwear next, revealing my erect penis and fuzzy testicles. Amy’s eyes were glued to all four and a half inches of me, watching my cock twitch with my heartbeat. “Wow...” she breathed. “You’re so different from Dad!” I smiled. “I’m a fox. I bet your dad has big, heavy balls, right?” She nodded. “How’d you know?” “Rats are kinda famous for it.” “I thought the illustrations in my sex book just didn’t want to draw them too big because it was lewd, or something.” I slipped my pants all the way off, letting them slide off her bed. Then I figured, what the heck, and slid my shirt off too. Amy watched, biting her lip again, and sat up on the bed. “Um… I’ll take my skirt off so it’s fair, but I kinda wanna keep my blouse on, okay?” I nodded. “Sure, whatever you’re comfortable with, hun. It doesn’t really have to be ‘fair,’ as long as we’re both happy with what we’re doing.” “All right, then I guess I’ll take off my skirt because I’m happy doing it.” She reached behind her and undid the zipper, then slipped the skirt off, completely bottomless now. She sat with her legs to the side, knees drawn together, and I saw her sex from the front this time, a neat, pink Y with a creased slit subdividing it. “Did I mention that you’re really pretty, Amy?” She grinned. “You said something about it, yeah. Put your paw back on my butt, it felt nice.” She laid down next to me on her side, and I turned around to face her. I put my arm over her, resting my paw on her rear again, this time letting my thumb go further up the recess under her tail. She breathed in shakily through her nose, then let it out slowly as I rubbed her fuzzy round bottom. I couldn’t put it off any longer – I wrapped my other paw around my erection and began to stroke myself at the same time. “You wanna know a secret?” Amy asked, resting her head against the shoulder of my stroking arm and watching me masturbate. “Sure,” I panted, letting my fingertips brush against the rear of her pussy as I rubbed her bottom in a circle. She was sticky and wet. “I don’t actually need diapers. Don’t tell Dad, but I pee in the bed instead of the potty because it feels nice. Whoa!” “Oh God--” “Your penis just got like half an inch longer! And stood up more!” “Amy...” I panted, taking my paw off my cock to stop myself from cumming on the spot. “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” “What?” Amy blinked. “That I pee the bed on purpose?” “Yeah...” I said, the discussion bringing my full bladder back to my awareness with sharp focus. “I sometimes do the same thing.” “You do?” I nodded. “It’s called a kink. That’s when something specific makes you feel sexy. Pee is a pretty common one.” My mouth was running on autopilot now. I felt like I’d won the sexual lottery three times in a row after a lifetime of deprivation, and my brain was racing to catch up with my cock. “Show me,” I breathed. “Huh?” I swallowed and tried to take the imperative tone out of my voice. “Would you want to show me? How you pee yourself?” My paw went back to stroking myself almost without me thinking about it. The blush that Amy had lost over the past few minutes returned. “I… I guess I could! But Dad says my diapers are expensive. He’d probably notice if I used an extra one.” “You have pads, though,” I said. “And you must have enjoyed just peeing on the bed before he started putting you in diapers.” My conscience gave a ping at this. I was pushing her hard, and she might not feel like she could say no. She obviously already had a piss fetish, though – I wasn’t imposing that on her. “All right, but… just watch, okay? I don’t want you to touch me while I’m peeing. I don’t think I’d be able to go.” I nodded, and my conscience receded a little. If she knew she had the right to put limits on my requests, that meant they were still in her comfort zone. “You’ll probably have to take your blouse off, though. Don’t want to get pee on it,” I said. She nodded, standing up. “Yeah, okay. Kinda silly to be a stickler about going all-naked if I’m gonna pee the bed in front of you, I guess!” she said, quite logically, then unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it off, revealing her all-gray body, except for a touch of pink around her nipples, which had barely begun to perch on soft mounds. Totally naked now aside from her glasses, she tossed the blouse aside, then hurried over to her closet, opening it up. I saw the plastic package of incontinence pads at the bottom of the closet, and then was treated to another spectacular view as she bent down to take one out, the clamshell shape of her vulva peeking out from under her tail. She unfolded the pad as she returned to the bed. “Hop off, these are big,” she said, spreading her arms out to unfold the incontinence pad to its full width. “They cover most of the bed.” I did as she instructed, standing up and moving to the side as she spread the large, crinkly plastic sheet over the bed. The top surface of the pad was a thin layer of diaper-like material. Any spills on it would spread out and be absorbed. Amy crawled up onto the bed. I had an impulse to cup her bottom as she did so, but she said that she didn’t want to be touched during this, and I contented myself with another eyeful of her nude rear. Then she rolled onto her back, the pad rustling underneath her, and spread her knees. I stood at the foot of the bed, committing the beautiful view of her body to memory. “Should I just pee?” “Do what you usually do when you’d do it to feel good.” She giggled. “Well normally I’d be under the sheets… but we don’t wanna have to do laundry.” She slipped a paw down between her legs, running one red fingernail up the crease next to her sex. “I just kinda wiggle and feel how good it feels to have to go pee...” She demonstrated, pressing her knees together and covering her groin with her paw, wiggling her hips from side to side. I watched her feign bladder desperation as I ignored my own very real pressure, stroking myself to keep my erection up. “Then what?” “Then I’d just kinda… pretend that I couldn’t hold it. Like I didn’t know how, or just… hnn...” she tensed up, stopping her rocking for a moment and spreading her legs a little, then urine began to flow between the fingers of her paw covering her pussy. “Unnh! I’m having an accident...” she squeaked. “Let me see...” I panted, still stroking myself. She lifted her paw up and spread her knees, and I could see the trickle, starting just under the little hood of her clitoris, then pulled by surface tension up and over her inner thighs in rivulets, wetting her groin. It soaked into the incontinence pad, spreading in a pale yellow circle centered on her asshole, where the urine finally dripped onto it. Then she gave a full-body squeeze, and the stream picked up, breaking the surface tension and squirting across the pad in a liquid arc, spattering close to the foot of the bed. She squeaked and put her paws over her muzzle. “Oh!” “It’s okay. It’s still hitting the pad. Just let go, hun.” She laid her head back, spreading her knees again. Her abs squeezed together, and I saw her asshole wink. She began to dribble piss again, then quickly picked up speed, squirting a long, sustained arc across the bed, wetting the length of the pad. I couldn’t help myself – I leaned forward, dipping my nose and tongue into the warm arc, tasting her bitter, salty piss. She laughed and pushed herself up onto her elbows, the stream weakening but not stopping. “Hey!” I grinned, piss dripping from my chin. “What? I didn’t touch you.” “I didn’t say you did. It’s just funny! Wait, hold your muzzle open.” I did as she requested, putting my paws on the pee-wet pad to lean forward and hold my muzzle open a few feet in front of her pussy. She lifted her legs up, hooking her paws around her thighs to pull them back, and aimed. She let the strongest stream yet go, straight into my muzzle, where it hit my tongue with a sound like cup being filled from a water fountain. I let her piss into my mouth for as long as I could, then coughed a little, swallowed the warm urine, and turned my face to the side, letting the rest hit my cheek. Amy laughed uncontrollably the whole time, evidently thrilled by the sight of her pee splashing into my mouth and onto my face. The stream finally died, turning into a series of squirts in time with her laughter, and then just a trickle. I wiped my muzzle with the back of my paw, looking down at the spread-eagle girl and the cone-shaped yellow spray pattern on the pad between her legs. “You weren’t kidding, you ARE a heavy wetter!” She hiccuped a little, recovering from her giggle fit. “Dad says it’s cause I have a good metabolism.” “I bet you do. Can I show you something?” I moved forward, resting my knees on the pad between her spread legs and putting a paw beside her head to hold myself up. “I can do it without touching you still, if you want.” “Um… that’s okay, I just didn’t want you to while I was peeing. I thought it might feel weird. Are you gonna put that in my vagina, like the sex book said?” She pointed at my cocktip, aimed squarely at her groin now. “N-- No. You’re pretty small, and I think I might hurt you if I try that,” I said, though the casual curiosity with which she had asked the question tempted me sorely. “But I think I have a way to make you feel nice.” She nodded. “Okay.” I gripped my cock with one paw, keeping its aim steady as I bore down with my muscles, forcing piss through my erection. I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, but my bladder was full to bursting, and after a moment, a few drips began to fall onto the padding between our genitals. Then, the stream burst out, forced into a high-pressure squirt by my erection. It made much the same sound squirting into her pussy as hers had made going into my mouth. “Ah!” the rat girl jumped a little in surprise and stimulation, paws bunching up the wet padding underneath her. I used my paw to aim the stream upwards a little, moving its point of contact from her open vagina to just under her little clitoral hood, lifting the bit of skin up with the pressure. She gasped and laid her head back on the pillow, bucking her hips toward me. “Unh, Mr. Lebbick! It’s so warm!” She began to move herself to get stimulation where she wanted it, and I just held the stream steady as she rocked her hips back and forth, shifting the pee stream up and down her sex and around the hood of her clit. Fortunately, with my erection, this stream would last a while. Amy’s eyes half-closed, and she clutched again at the padding, harder this time, squeaking far back in her throat. I saw her thighs tense and her vagina clench as she drove herself over the edge on my pee stream, just in time – the stream died as my bladder was finally fully-relieved. It was too much pee for the pad to absorb all at once, and it pooled around her butt and my knees, but she didn’t seem to care, sitting blissed-out and panting in its liquid warmth. I let go of my cock and put that paw on her belly, rubbing it softly as the half-conscious rat drifted. There was a little splash as her bladder released the last of its contents into the puddle underneath her, and I wondered for a moment if her nighttime incontinence really was entirely fake – that squirt had seemed like an accident. I kept rubbing softly, occasionally allowing my paw to dip between her thighs and running my fingertips along her sex. She squeaked every time I touched her soaked pussy, but didn’t protest. By the time she lifted her head from the pillow, the pee puddle had soaked completely into the mat, wetting it from corner to corner. “We made a mess,” she said groggily, getting up on her elbows as I resumed petting her pussy. She closed her eyes as I did, and started making a sound that I didn’t recognize at first – sort of like a squeaking with low, gravelly undertones. After a moment, I realized she was bruxing – grinding her teeth in the rat version of purring. I pressed two fingers in a circle around her sex, curious to hear more of the sound. She stopped abruptly, blushing. “Sorry...” “Don’t be! I’ve never heard a rat do that in person before.” “It’s kinda rude, I guess. You’re not supposedta brux in front of family or company.” I grinned. “I don’t think you’re supposed to pee in company’s mouths, either. Don’t worry about it, do what feels nice.” She laughed at the reminder of what she had done. “That was so fun! I can’t believe we did that. I’m wet all up my whole back, though.” I nodded. “We should clean up before the pad spills onto the bed or the carpet. Wanna take a shower together?” I stopped rubbing her vulva and brought the fingers to my nose, appreciating her musk. “Sure!” She slipped off the bed, careful not to drip pee off the edge of the pad. The fur on her crotch, belly, thighs, and butt was soaked with her own urine and mine, but her feet were dry, so she was able to make it into her bathroom without making a mess. I followed and joined her in the shower. It was nice just being close with her, and even though my erection was still throbbing, I didn’t do much except hold her and help her wash her fur. I rinsed my face off. “I should get dinner started,” I said as I stepped out of the shower, holding a towel open for her, “or we’ll never get you to bed on time! Do you want to get dressed?” I asked, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to give her the option of having a nudist dinner. She giggled. “We should both stay naked!” I grinned. “Your wish is my command.” I headed over to the bed and folded up the pee-soaked incontinence pad. I’d have to remember to throw that in the bin outside before Jim got home. As I headed for the hallway, Amy called, “Mr. Lebbick?” “Yes?” “Can I look at your laptop while you get dinner ready?” I thought for a moment, then padded over to the bed, picking up the laptop. “I don’t see why not, but let me check something real quick.” I brought up my CubTube account settings and went to the keyword blacklist. I never really used it – even the most extreme-seeming kinks could, in the right circumstances, be beautiful and loving, so I preferred to block the abusive uploaders from my timeline by name instead of subject. I didn’t want Amy to see anything that might lead her down a thorny path or scare her away from her newfound sexuality, though, so I went through the list of keywords, blocking anything like bloodplay, extreme bondage, or humiliation. There was also a list of subjects that the feed could prioritize to the top. I went through those and checked watersports, diapers, cuddling, and mutual masturbation. I hovered my cursor over father-daughter incest for a moment, then checked that, too. I thought it might help Amy to see that she wasn’t alone in that experience. I brought the feed back up and glanced over the thumbnail previews. Mostly cuddling and paws-in-panties scenes with a few cubs and adults peeing on each other, and a couple of diapers on cubs clearly too old for them. She should like these, I thought. “All right, hun, here you go.” I handed the laptop over to her and watched her eyes light up as she saw the previews. “I can watch any of these?” “Sure can. Just remember that everyone has different likes and dislikes about sex, so if you see something that’s icky to you, just back out and find something else. And you can ask me any questions when you’re done looking.” She sat lotus-style, resting the laptop on her feet, one paw already slipping down to her spread-open sex as she selected a video, the other adjusting her glasses. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from that sight, stroking my own arousal a bit as I walked down to the kitchen. “What a night...” The fridge contained a Tupperware container of leftover roast chicken pieces and some vegetable medley in a plastic-wrapped bowl. My stomach gave a rumble as I took the chicken out and sniffed it. I could just microwave it, but these large, bone-in pieces wouldn’t warm evenly, so I decided to put them in the oven at a low setting to warm them back up. That would give Amy some alone time to explore with my laptop. When I came down the hall to her room about half an hour later, I saw that her door was mostly closed, so I gave it a soft knock. “Come in!” I opened the door and saw Amy still sitting on her bed with my laptop. On the screen were two mice, most likely father and daughter, the cub about Amy’s age. Not rats, but the resemblance was undeniable. The girl was on her knees, sucking her father’s penis and stroking the base of it with her paw, making him pant and grunt with pleasure. “Now, now!” the father’s recorded voice panted, and the daughter pulled her muzzle off his cock, holding her mouth open, just as her dad began to cum all over her nose and into her mouth. I sat down on the bed next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. I noticed her right paw between her thighs, fingers slowly stroking herself. “Enjoying it?” “Yeah… my sex book told me that boys squirt like that, but I kinda always thought it was, like, microscopic or something. Not like slimy pee. And it said they do it in the girl’s vagina. He just did it all over her face!” I took the laptop back from her. “It doesn’t have to happen into her vagina. People ejaculate in lots of ways and places.” “I guess so! It must get messy,” she said. I thought she might not be familiar with the term “ejaculate,” but evidently her sex-ed book had covered it. “Would you like to see me ejaculate after dinner? Maybe onto you?” She looked down at the erection in my lap. “I’d like to see it, but… maybe not on my face.” She scrunched up her muzzle. “It looks kinda gross.” I laughed and nodded. “Deal. It’s about time for dinner, though.” Then I pitched the idea that I’d been thinking about while I re-heated the chicken. “Why don’t we get you into your diaper?” The use of that word instead of the euphemistic “bedtime pants” made her blush a little. “Before dinner? Dad will notice if we use extra ones...” “Well, you emptied your bladder pretty well earlier. Do you think you’ll have to go again before bedtime?” “I… guess not. And if I do, I could just go to bed a little wet. Why put em on so early though?” I nuzzled at her shoulder, enjoying the smell of her arousal drifting up from her lap. “Because I think you’ll be really cute in them, and I want to see you crinkling around the house a bit like the little bedwetter you are.” Her blush intensified, but then she let out a giggle. “Why does that make me feel excited? Is that normal?” I put my chin in my paw. I didn’t want to mislead her. “Being turned on by diapers isn’t particularly normal, but it’s also not abnormal. Having a kink of some kind is pretty common, so you shouldn’t feel bad for having one. There are so many different kinks that you can’t call any specific one normal, even though it’s normal to have one, or even a few.” She wrinkled up her brow behind her glasses, and I wasn’t sure I was being clear. Then she brightened. “Like how most houses don’t have the same wallpaper, but lots of houses have some kind of wallpaper?” “Exactly!” I grinned. She was a sharp girl. “Okay, I think I’d like wearing just a diaper around the house. I’ve never done it before, and it sounds kinda naughty.” She grinned to match mine, showing off her shiny braces. I patted the base of her tail. “I agree. Go get one of your diapers, babygirl.” She giggled again and slipped off the bed, squeaking when I gave her rump a light slap. She went to her wardrobe and got on her knees. She looked so much like the mouse daughter in the video still open on my laptop that my cock jumped a little. She opened up the bottom drawer, and I saw that it was stuffed full of thick rectangular white youth diapers, folded and stacked up neatly. She picked one out and stood up, unfolding it as she padded over to the bed. “Gosh, these are thick,” I said, taking the diaper from her and unfolding it the rest of the way. “You really are a heavy wetter!” She huffed as she hopped back up on the bed. “Am not! I do it on purpose, remember? Daddy started with thin pullups, but I’d take them off and pee the bed a little, then tell him they leaked. I like how the thicker ones feel as I fall asleep.” She laid down on the bed and spread her legs. “Let’s see… I’m mostly used to putting these on myself,” I said, relishing the opportunity to share my secret, “but I bet I can figure out putting it on someone else.” She lifted up her butt as I slid the diaper forward, bringing her masturbation-slick groin fur only a few inches from my nose. I inhaled deeply, wanting to remember that scent forever. “You wear diapers too?” she asked, sitting down on the puffy padding and spreading the leak guards to the sides with her weight. “Sometimes, when I’m in the mood. They’re comfy, and make playing with my pee less messy. Masturbation is a little neater too, when you’re padded. As you so adroitly noted, it can get a little messy. Speaking of which…” I ran a finger down her groin, along the puff of her mons, slicking my fingertip with her juice. A thread of her musk-honey dripped from my finger as I held it up. “It’s not just boys who get messy when they touch themselves. We’d better get you cleaned up. If your dad smelled it on your plushies, he’ll definitely smell it all over you.” “Oh, um… I have wipes in the drawer.” “No need,” I said. I took a deep breath, then leaned forward into her crotch, cupping the sides of her small bottom with my paws as I pressed my lips against hers. “Oh!” she gasped. I gave her sex a gentle kiss, then let my tongue out and licked her from opening to clit. The taste was indescribable. I felt her warm little paws on the back of my head, and she actually pushed me into her groin, pressing the front of my lips against her delicate pussy. I licked her vulva again a few more times, then moved on to her mound and her inner thighs, licking up every bit of her natural slickness, her open diaper rustling against my chin and neck. “Mr. Lebbick, that feels so good!” I kept at it long after she was clean, until I felt that little slit clench under my tongue as she squeaked and bucked her hips in her second orgasm of the night. Then I gave her pussy another kiss and looked up at her flushed face. “There. Nice and clean.” That wasn’t entirely true, but at least now her groin fur was matted with my saliva instead of her heady juices. She squeezed my ears rhythmically for a few moments as I looked up at her from between her thighs. “Is that what it feels like when you ejaculate? That feeling like my whole body is squeezing my vagina and it’s gonna shoot a laser or something? Mr. Lion made me do that a couple times before, but it kinda scared me. Didn’t know what it was. That’s gotta be what it’s like for boys too, right?” I straightened up. “Mr. Lion?” My confusion stopped me from answering her question right away. “Uh, who’s Mr. Lion?” Amy giggled. “You jealous of a plushie?” I glanced over at her plushie pile and saw the lion with the well-worn fur, then smirked. “Yeah. Gonna take him out back and fight him for your favor.” I leaned forward and pressed my face to her tummy, giving her a raspberry. She scream-giggled and doubled up, kicking her legs to either side of my head. When I finally relented and sat back up, I saw that there was a small, pale-yellow stain on the open diaper between her thighs, but didn’t mention anything about it. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you had an orgasm,” I said, pulling the slightly-damp diaper up between her legs. “That’s what happens when people who can ejaculate do. But anyone can have an orgasm, whether they ejaculate or not. If the word ‘cumming’ is easier to remember, that’s kinda the slang for it. Here, hold this.” I flattened the tape landing strip against her lower belly.” Amy nodded, registering the new vocabulary as she put her paws on the front of the diaper, holding it in place. “I knew the word ‘orgasm,’ but ‘cumming’ wasn’t in my book. It feels really good.” I pulled the bottom tapes tight first, knowing from experience diapering myself that those worked best as an anchor to keep the rest of the diaper snug. “That’s why people do it, hun.” I relied on her grip, letting go of the front panel to pull the upper tapes away from their backing and stick them to the plastic pulled taught across her lower belly. The tall, heavy-duty tailcuff needed a little more concentration. I wasn’t used to doing the tailtape for someone other than myself, so she had to help me by rolling onto her side and holding it in place while I stuck the tape. Once we had it done, she sat up, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine. I was taken off-guard, and I hardly knew what was happening as her small tongue pressed into my muzzle. Once I realized what she wanted, though, I put my paw behind her head and moved my tongue to make room for hers. Emboldened, I slipped my tongue into her muzzle and pulled it up, licking her buck teeth from behind. Then I broke the kiss, pulling back. “You’re a good kisser,” I panted. “I learned from the best CubTube feed,” she said, and we both broke into laughter. She was exactly as cute running around the house in just a diaper as I thought she would be. The thick heavy-wetter youth diaper puffed out in back, and the tailcuff framed her pink tail like an Elizabethan collar. The crotch had quickly absorbed her small accident, staining a little bit between her thighs but hardly even seeming wet. I appreciated the view as I served dinner, and she seemed to enjoy the feeling of sitting in the dining room in just her babypants, wiggling from side to side to make them crinkle. I desperately wanted to take her picture, but I knew the risk of having that on my phone – both to myself and her – and didn’t ask. “So, Amy...” I said around a mouthful of chicken. “You said you were skipped a grade?” She nodded. “I tested ahead of fourth grade and went right to fifth, so I’m in sixth now.” “You must be smart! Is that hard? Do you have a lot of friends?” With her braces and large glasses, she gave off a bit of a nerdy vibe. I thought that might count against her socially, especially considering she was younger than all her classmates. “Yeah!” she said. “I mean, not a ton, I guess, but like four or five, and we hang out a lot.” “Oh! Good. When I was a kid I got teased a lot for my glasses. I wear contacts now.” She cocked her head to the side. “Why would people tease you for wearing glasses? That’s mean!” “It was! I’m glad that doesn’t happen to you. I guess maybe things have gotten better at schools since I was a cub.” Amy looked up and to the side, thinking. “People don’t get bullied as much anymore, I think. People are always getting bullied in old movies, but I’ve never seen that. I mean, it still happens, but it’s all, like, talking about people behind their backs. Not yelling at people or hitting them. At least at my school, they really crack down on that.” “I’m glad,” I said, reflecting that by “old movies,” she probably meant the classic kids’ movies of the 80s and 90s, and not the black-and-white melodramas the term brought to mind for me. “I guess sometimes the world moves in the right direction.” “Yeah… but, like, if anyone knew that I wore diapers, or had sex, or anything like that, I’d pretty much be a goner. Solo lunchtime, life sentence.” “That’ll get better as you get older,” I said. “It’s still private information, but adults understand stuff like that better. There are even clubs for kinky people to hang out together and share their kinks with each other, even if they don’t have the same kink.” “Whoa...” She finished her last bite of chicken, her eyes widening behind her glasses at the idea of a kinky club. She wiped her muzzle with her napkin and glanced at the clock above the dining room table. It was quarter to eight. “Almost bedtime,” I said. “I know it was a late dinner, but I won’t apologize for being distracted by a pretty lady.” Amy bit her painted fingernail and glanced down at my small cock, which had gone soft again during the meal. “I still wanna see you cum before bed,” she said, using the new word, and I immediately began to stiffen again. I grinned. “All right, cub. Tell you what. You go brush your teeth and get ready for bed, and I’ll meet you in your bedroom to tuck you in and show you how a man cums.” I washed my paws and headed up to her room. I heard her brushing her teeth as I sat down in her bed and stroked myself back to full erection, pressing Mr. Lion to my nose as I waited. I could hardly believe I was about to cum on a little girl! And one who was so happy and curious! A few minutes later, Amy crinkled into the room, smiling. “All done!” I slipped my legs up onto the bed and patted the spot next to me, putting Mr. Lion back in the pile. “You wanna help me?” She nodded and padded over, climbing up onto the bed next to me. I wasted no time – I slipped one paw down the front of her diaper, making her squeak! She spread her legs and bucked her hips as my fingers found her little cleft, stroking it as I stroked myself. I felt the wet warmth of her accident, and it seemed like she had wet a little more since then, as well. The feeling made me gasp with arousal as I squeezed behind my cocktip. “Hold on,” she squeaked, leaning her head back. I could see her straining to see the tip of my dick without moving her vulva away from my paw. “Here...” I shifted my weight, pulling my paw out of her diaper and spreading her knees. I pulled myself between them in missionary position, pressing my small erection to the front of her diaper and supporting her head with my paw so she could look down at it. I began thrusting forward, just as if I were fucking her, grinding myself against her warm diaper crotch. “Unh… Amy!” Amy pressed back, mashing her sex against the inside of the wet diaper as I pushed my cock against the plastic. I couldn’t see her face as she was paying attention to my erection rubbing between her legs. It didn’t take me long – I’d been pent up since the moment I’d arrived at the house, and my orgasm came quick and hard. I pressed my nose into her headfur, taking in her scent as I began to cum, tensing up in two more quick thrusts and squirting my seed all over her belly and the front panel of her diaper. I thrust one more final time, dribbling the rest of my orgasm onto the plastic of the little rat girl’s diaper. Then I rolled off of her onto my side, panting hard and keeping one arm around her. “Wow!” Amy said. “You squirted more than the dad in that video! “Th’ dad in that video probably did it with someone before...” I mumbled, my brain half-functional in the afterglow. “Huh?” “Nothin...” I squeezed Amy close, nuzzling behind her ear. “Thank you Amy, tonight was incredible.” She wiggled against me, reaching out to her nightstand to pick up some tissues, and began cleaning her tummy. “It was really fun… do you think you can come watch me again sometime?” “I hope so. It’ll be up to your father, I guess.” She nodded. “Even if you can’t… maybe I could come visit you sometime?” She left the “whether my dad knows about it or not” unspoken, but we both understood. “Yeah,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “I think I’d like that.” I held her close, her padded bottom nestled against my groin, spooning her until her breathing slowed and she started to make squeaky little snoring sounds. Then I slipped out of bed, tucking Mr. Lion into her arms and pulling the sheets up snug over her. *** Jim watched Lebbick hurry across the street toward his own house, orange foxtail swaying behind him in the early-AM darkness. Odd, he’d left so hastily… and the rat’s nose picked up the unmistakable scent of all-purpose cleaner somewhere in the house. He sighed, hoping Amy hadn’t had another daytime accident. She’d only had a couple so far, but it was worrisome, and he didn’t want to think he’d put his kind neighbor through an unpleasant experience. Lebbick had been so willing to give up his night to help out. Jim hoped they’d had fun, at least. He decided he’d check the cameras and see what they’d been up to.