“Fuck, this guy's big...”

“Definitely gonna be a 'big brother'.”

“Yeah – now c'mon, help me get him restrained, this bastard doesn't have any hard-locks in his implants either – must be a custom job...”

Soddy came in and out of semi-consciousness, and it took him several long minutes to process what was happening to him. It was dim, comfortable... How long had he been out? What had...

Oh. Right. Betrayed. 

Memories gradually trickled in, and his semi-conscious mind slowly pieced things together. He and Wub, his foster-brother, had been in the middle of what they'd hoped was the biggest heist yet. If successful, would leave them set comfortably for life. The pair had been struggling to get by, after all; they only had each other to depend on since they were 18, and had been each other's main supports for even longer. Their childhood was... not good. 

They'd grown up in a foster home, and were the same age and had birthdays only a few days apart. Not that their birthdays were really celebrated; their 'parents', for lack of a better term, were simply gaming the adoption system, with the goal of raking in as much government gibs as they could while spending as little on their charges as possible. The pair of felines soon realized that, unlike normal families, their 'parents' didn't give a damn about them, and so the half-snowleopard pair gravitated towards one another for support. Wub would help Soddy study for difficult tests, as Soddy lacked the patience to focus in-class; Soddy, with any bullying Wub got from his small stature, as Wub was half-housecat and Soddy half-lion. They stuck together through their childhood and into adolescence; and they stuck together when they were kicked out at 18, as they were of no more use to their foster parents. With few other options they turned to petty crime.

Things went okay for a while; Soddy acted as the muscle for larger operations, and Wub's light-fingers ensured their daily bread with petty thefts and pickpocketing. However, a dry spell turned into a drought, and soon the pair were desperate; rent was past due on their shared apartment, and if they didn't get the cash they'd be out on the streets.

Normally, Soddy wouldn't have considered such a mission – too much heat even with the exorbitant payout – but, again, they were desperate. Museums had great security, especially when the new exhibit consisted of some real valuable treasures – not just old painted pottery or skeletons, but real gold and silver and jewels. Moreover, their informant already had a buyer waiting, so they wouldn't have to hold onto the hot merchandise for very long; just get in, get out, and they'd be set for life. 

At least... that was the plan on their end. As soon as Wub picked the door open, however, they were met with a room full of armed and armored officers. There was a blinding flash, a deafening ringing in their ears, and the two felines were quickly surrounded and subdued. Soddy tried to fight, but something cracked over his head and he knew no more.

As he came to full consciousness, his head throbbed with the bruise, and he mulled things over... The police had known they would be there, so it was clearly a setup. Had he and Wub run afoul of some rich guy, perhaps? Lifted something they shouldn't have? He wasn't sure... He could only shift groggily, slowly opening his eyes, and survey his situation...

“Motherfucker,” Wub growled, glaring. Unlike his brother, he'd been conscious for much of the trip to... Well, it certainly wasn't jail. He was in a darkened room, strapped into a padded metal chair, forced to look forward, with something rubbery filling his mouth and preventing any sort of speech. That was unusual... and it did not bode well. He knew the 'standard' process well enough; someone in his line of work couldn't afford not to. Usually, a criminal suspect would be taken to jail and held there until trial; then, he would go through said trial; and then sentenced, and sent to do community service or prison or whatever. He and Soddy, however, had been blindfolded and bustled off without even their Miranda-rights read off to them. It seems that these guys, whoever they were, had skipped over the first two steps and were sending them to some black-site prison. Of course, he realized they'd been betrayed; he just didn't know why, as he and Soddy were fairly small-time guys. 

His entire body was immobilized by comfortable but unyielding restraints. He looked from side to side as best he could without moving his head, and could catch glances of a long row of furs to either side of him, similarly bound. It was difficult to see, both from the dimness and the restraint, but from the muffled whimpers and whines he gathered that they were similarly confused and scared. There was a single empty chair beside him.

Before he could see any more, a pair of doors to his right opened, momentarily blinding him with the brightness beyond. He blinked and squinted, and once his vision cleared he could see a larger fur being carried in by a pair of... Well, he assumed they were 'guards', but they were definitely wearing non-standard attire. Instead of the usual blue uniforms and caps, the two wore skin-tight black latex suits. It covered them from the neck down, and left little to the imagination; if he the situation weren't so grave, he might have tried to get their numbers. Between them, however... Soddy! 

“Fuck, this guy's big,” growled one of the guards, the pair struggling to lug the half-lion.

“Definitely gonna be a 'big brother',” replied the other with a grunt. They stopped in front of the empty seat, and unceremoniously dumped him into it.

“Yeah – now c'mon,” said the first, beginning to strap Soddy down beside him. “Help me get him restrained, this bastard doesn't have any hard-locks in his implants either – must be a custom job...” The guard glared at Wub, who glared right back.

Like most furs, Soddy and Wub had cybernetic implants to assist in their endeavors; unlike most furs, however, theirs were black-market additions, as most implants in the civilian market had remote shut-off features that, if activated, would render most furs harmless as kittens. It was for 'public safety', of course – or, at least, that was how it was sold to the public. Soddy and Wub, however, were far less trusting of government and corporate power, and even if they went on the straight and narrow they wouldn't have accepted such implants. Didn't do them much good, though; Wub could only watch as the pair of guards wrestled his unconscious brother into the sturdy chair beside him, strapping him down securely just as Wub had been... And as it shifted beneath Soddy's massive bulk, Wub realized it was actually a sort of wheelchair, or at least a chair that could be wheeled about.

Once Soddy was properly secured, one of the guards pulled out a syringe and injected Soddy in the neck; a moment later the half-lion was alert and awake, if slightly panicked. 

“GAH! What... Who-MRPGH!” The half-lion's confused stammering was cut short as he was deftly gagged, and left to growl and grunt impotently as he looked about wildly. The guards gave him no more notice, and left the room;  a few moments later, a screen lit up on the opposite wall, taking up most of it. A synthetic voice began to speak.

“Welcome to the Reform Center,” came the voice; Wub's trained ears could tell it was not merely a recorded voice, or someone speaking over an intercom, but a synthetic voice – that is, one produced artificially, by some sort of AI. “This will be your new home for the foreseeable future; in lieu of a punitive prison sentence, you will be... reformed. I am Grandfather, and I will be overseeing your reformation.” 

A diagram flashed on the screen, illustrating what the AI said. “A typical prison is only concerned with punishment – but we seek to make each and every one of you into more useful members of society. Our solutions are unique and efficient.” It showed a group of simplified furs in orange jump-suits, moving about chaotically and causing damage to their surroundings. “In ordinary prison has the pitfall of being fundamentally insecure, with perhaps ten prisoners per guard at best. However,” the image changed to a more medical one, with a restrained person surrounded by flashing red dollar signs, “an asylum is quite secure, but expensive to maintain. I have solved both of these problems.”

A pair of stylized furs appeared on the screen; one was large and muscular, and attired similarly to the guards, but had a strange sort of bulk around his waist and a visor over his eyes, and a large lock-symbol over his puffed up crotch area. The other fur seemed to be in a straitjacket and... Wait. A diaper? Yes, that was undeniably a diaper, Wub realized with justified incredulity. A diaper, a straitjacket, some sort of puffy things on his feet, and... A sort of pacifier, but made as a gag? He boggled, but the artificial voice of 'Grandfather' continued.

“Some of you will be requisitioned as 'Big Brothers'.” The muscle-bound fur flashed, apparently signifying who the 'big brothers' were. “You will be conditioned and modified to fit this role, to watch over and care for your 'Little Brothers', who will come to look up to you and obey you.” At this, the second fur flashed. Wub's stomach dropped – what weird fucking shit was this machine up to?! It seemed Wub wasn't the only one who thought that, as he heard the renewed grunts and struggles of the restrained furs around him; still, the machine continued, unperturbed and implacable.

“Both of groups will, of course, be subject to the will of the Daddies – my enforcers. The Little Brothers are loved and cared for by the Big Brothers; the Big Brothers are loved and cared for by the Daddies; both listen to and obey the Daddies; and the Daddies enact my will.” The pair of furs on the screen shifted down, making room for another figure above them – rubber-clad and muscular, Wub realized that these were the 'guards' that had been managing them. The figure didn't have the visor, nor the bulk around his waist, nor the lock over that bulk, but was otherwise similar to the 'Big Brother' figure.

“Your positions have already been decided for you, of course,” the AI continued. “Each and every one of you will be safe and secure under my watchful eyes.” As the AI said this, the doors opened again and a line of 'Daddies' came marching in, and one by one wheeled the restrained furs away. About half joined Wub, going out through one door – all furs from smaller, weaker species. The other half went with Soddy.

Conditioned? Modified?! What the fuck?!! Soddy struggled and squirmed, but the restraints held tight. He would have continued, but suddenly got a hard smack on the side of the head.

“Calm down, boy – you're one of the lucky ones,” growled the tiger wheeling him along. Soddy whimpered, ears ringing, and realized just how helpless he was – it was a new feeling for him, and he didn't like it one bit. “Believe it or not, you're actually going to like this, once you're properly inducted.” Soddy doubted that very much... But he also couldn't do much about it, and he didn't want to get hit again so he stopped struggling. Being so helpless was a new experience for him – one he didn't much like, and wasn't sure how to handle it.

He was being wheeled down a long, clinical looking hallway, with clean white walls contrasting strongly with the black rubber suits that the 'Daddies' wore... The skin-tight rubber-suits over their muscular, well-defined frames... The half-lion blushed as his eyes settled on the jostling buttocks of the 'Daddy' rhino ahead of him, bobbing enticingly as he pushed another restrained inmate along... He was not unattractive, Soddy thought bashfully. Perhaps he liked it a bit too much; he started tenting his pants, uncomfortably pushing up the fabric at his crotch. His blush grew deeper when tiger pushing him chuckled, clearly having caught sight of his predicament.

“Enjoying the view?” the tiger asked sarcastically. 

The rhino heard blinked, turning his head to peer back at Soddy, and smirked. “Let him enjoy the boner, Alto,” the rhino chuckled gruffly. “After all, he's not gonna be getting another one for a long, long time.”

Soddy whimpered behind his gag, flattening his ears – he didn't like the sound of that... And he liked it even less when they arrived at their destination shortly after. The inmates were pushed along into a medical room, simple and clean, with what appeared to be a black latex waterfall in the center. The shiny black goo steadily streamed down into a grate, presumably cycling constantly. If that was the stuff he thought it was, he was in trouble... 

Soddy was the second inmate in line; the rhino's captive was first, a muscular stag bound in the chair and not too happy about his position at the head. The stag seemed to be panicking, not knowing what to expect. “Please relax,” came Grandfather's voice. “The procedure is harmless; this suit will be necessary for your role as a Big Brother. The protection it affords – literal and metaphorical – are part and parcel of your duties.” Soddy grimaced as he watched, knowing full well that he'd be going through the same process soon enough... 

The rhino began pushing forward, and the stag whimpered and whined as he was pushed through the 'waterfall'. As Soddy suspected, it was an artificial material colloquially referred to as 'Living Latex' – a nanomachine matrix suspended and supporting a polymer material, able to adhere and harden and reshape according to whatever program was required. The polymer itself could be controlled on the micro-level, softening into a goo-like state or hardening into a plastic-like shell, while the machines were able to exert force and gather into any shape desired. He'd heard of third-world countries using the material to make 'drones' out of people – unwilling subjects who couldn't fight against the stuff, forced to enact the will of another, little puppets controlled and forced to do... Well, anything. At the best of times it was used to 'convert' enemy soldiers; at the worst... Sexual slavery. Before Soddy could see what happened to the stag, however, he found himself being pushed forward – and soon everything went black as he was covered.

It clung to him immediately, sticking to his fur and permeating down to his skin, adhering and spreading and crawling like a living thing. He could feel it pull and stretch at his clothes, ripping it away; he supposed they didn't have any use for them anymore. The half-lion was soon thoroughly coated in the stuff, and he could feel it hardening from goo to a flexible rubber. He momentarily panicked as it pushed into his mouth, ears, and nose, but it didn't seem intent on going all the way in – just uncomfortably deep. He felt a momentary relief as it pushed the gag out, but before he could do more than grunt his mouth was once more filled – this time with a soft, rubbery material. He tried to chew it and it yielded, but it would not let him utter a word. As it spread downward the rest of his body was largely left, for the most part, save the rubber coating... That is, until the stuff reached his crotch. It seemed to grip his nether-region, squeezing and kneading it even as it clung to it, holding his sack and cock away from his body, before the goop began to harden... Not to rubber, but to a plastic hardness. He whined, groaning and whimpering as he realized what the rhino meant about not getting 'hard' any time soon; the hard plastic material would stifle any erection. The entire apparatus was deftly pulled back up against his body, a soft layer of latex forming between his cock and the hard plastic shell, and another soft, 'foam rubber' layer forming outside of it. His manhood had been sealed away, out of his reach, his cock and balls at the mercy of the 'Daddies' and the sadistic AI. 

He didn't have long to worry about that, however; the latex crept further, down his taint and back, and met at his tailhole... And began pressing in. He was not unfamiliar with the sensation; though he usually topped, he occasionally found a sub that enjoyed rimming, and had found their tongues reasonably pleasing. This... Was quite different. In the first place, the sub would stick mostly to teasing the sensitive ring of his spincter, and not much further; the probing tendril of living latex, however, only seemed concerned with spreading his ass as wide as possible and push as deep as it could. He howled into the gag, more from the sense of violation rather than any real discomfort, but the suit continued to press in regardless. Once enough of it had pressed in, it hardened to a rubbery consistency – effectively locked in his ass, uncomfortably large and stretching him far more than he was used to. Indeed, he barely noticed that he was no longer fastened to the chair; at some point his restraints had been undone, and he was – at least in theory – free to move. In theory. In reality, however, the moment he tried, he met resistance; the suit would not let him. Gagged and blinded, his cock sealed away in plastic and rubber, his ass stuffed and violated, he couldn't move his own limbs; it was therefore a shock when he found his limbs moving for him, making him stand up and spread his legs. The infernal voice of the AI spoke again.

“Dedicated toilets are difficult to maintain; as well, the necessity of relying on another will help foster a communal cooperation and dependency – and this is invaluable for your rehabilitation,” Grandfather said in the same calm, implacable voice, and Soddy whimpered as he felt arms steadying him, and could vaguely hear encouraging words as something thick, soft, and crinkly was guided up and around his waist. Soon, despite his whining and panting, his crotch and ass were swaddled in the thick, crinkly garment, and even the suit was forced to walk with a distinct waddle. 

“And now,” came Grandfather's voice again, “for your training...” Mercifully, the living latex suit retracted from his eyes and let him see again; however, this was only to accommodate a visor, and the suit integrated the new device seamlessly – worse, he could feel it slot into his intra-cranial port, which was never good news. For a moment the screen was perfectly clear, but soon it lit up with a sort of overlay; he could see through it well enough, but the overlay was distracting. “I know you are all reluctant to follow to your duties, for now,” the AI continued. “However, with proper motivation, you will come to delight in this work.” Soddy blinked, feeling the visor engage with his cranial port, and his vision swam... He began to panic as he realized they were using it to inject him with something, but that died as whatever drug they were pumping into him began to take hold. It didn't knock him out, but... things just seemed nicer; it was hard to worry about anything, and seemed to sponge away his anxieties. He could feel his muscles loosen and his fear trickled away, and the inside of his head felt pleasantly fuzzy – like the buzz of a drink after a hard day's work. What had he been worried about? He had a hard time remembering... Ah, right, his cock – but, that wasn't so bad, was it? It was actually quite comfortable, a nice squeeze around his cock and sack... And the plug in his ass, well, now that he was relaxed, he didn't notice it as much... It was a bit strange, but kind of nice. And goodness, what pretty lights – what he'd thought was distracting light-show in his visor was now a soothing sort of visual white-noise, calming him further, like a lava lamp to a stoner.

No, no – it was more than that. The drug had left him pleasantly hollowed out, and where there had been panic and fear... Well, now there were those pretty lights. The dance of color began to occupy his mind, gently, soothingly. He felt his arm moving up on its own, the suit making him do so, and could vaguely hear the Daddy near him talking about 'Trained Control'. Then came the... notion... something like a suggestion, coming from the shapes and lights before his eyes and in his mind. A moment later his arm flopped down again. The lights moved more insistently, and he felt the suggestion again come from the visor, urging him to lift his arm – and a moment later, the suit moved his arm up again, without him willing it, before flopping back down. The suggestion came a third time, clearer, and he could tell what it wanted; 'lift your arm' it coaxed. Well, why not? He began to lift his arm on his own, obeying the lights and colors – ah! There was a sudden buzzing of the plug and at his crotch, bringing a burst of physical pleasure, while the colors and lights danced with ecstasy in his mind. He was vaguely aware of the Daddy praising him, and felt a firm pat to his crinkly seat. Oh, that was VERY nice... He wanted more – no, he needed more. He needed to obey. With his self-consciousness gone, he delighted in the obedience – and soon came to associate the colored lights and pleasure with obeying Daddy.

Wub's own initiation, though perhaps less technical, was no less foreboding; one by one, the Daddies led their chair-bound charges into a room done up like a pediatric doctor's office – all bright colors and cartoonish prints, with clean cabinets and instruments waiting. When it was Wub's turn, the Daddy wheeled him in and left him in the care of the two 'Big Brothers' waiting inside. He tried to cringe away from them, disturbed by what he saw; two large, muscle-bound furs, their faces obscured by visors, with thick diapers around their waists. Worse, they had both clearly used them for their intended purpose; the timberwolf had an obvious wet spot on his, but the bear next to him had soaked his thoroughly. The scent of powder in the air couldn't completely cover the smell, either.

Wub struggled, unnerved by the pair, but even when they unstrapped him from the chair and casually undressed him, he found he was no match for their raw strength. Worse... They didn't really seem to mind him struggling. Indeed, they seemed to dote on him, and treat him like he was just a fussy little kitten even as they denuded him. If Wub had ever watched kid's shows, their manner of speech would have reminded him of one of the cheesier live-action types, like Barney or Blues Clues. It was altogether disquieting to the already nervous feline, and it put him off balance.

The bear smiled, giving Wub's head and ears a comforting pat. “Awww... Widdle guy, it's okay!” the bear said from behind his visor, his expression... off. Indeed, the more Wub saw it, the more 'off' the he seemed – like the bear wasn't entirely there, or not his own man. The state of their diapers further enforced this notion. Wub, however, could only struggle uselessly as the bear easily manuevered the feline where he wanted.

The wolf 'Big Bro' held up a straitjacket – colorful and babyish in design, but undeniably meant to restrain him as if he were a psych-ward patient. “Yeah!” the wolf said brightly with the same 'off-ness' as the bear, bustling forward with an audible crinkle in his step. “We'll have you jammied and diddied in a jiffy!” The pair were equally enthusiastic about their job, and soon had him wrestled into the waiting straitjacket. The feline put up a fight, but it was no use – the furs were just too strong, the disparity too great. He soon found his upper-body secured, his arms wrapped snugly around himself and buckled down, and didn't even have the dignity of verbalizing his complaints; the gag was still firmly in his mouth, preventing all speech. He could only wait for what the pair would do next.

The pair continued as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world, with the wolf hoisting Wub onto the examination table – or, rather, the changing table, Wub suddenly realized with distaste. “There, see?” the wolf said brightly, rubbing Wub's belly through the jacket as he was strapped down. “Such cozy pajamas for our new Lil' Bro. Now, let's lift your bumbum for a fresh diddie, there's a good kitten!”

Wub could only grunt and squirm as the larger fur easily spread his legs and lifted his rump by his ankles; the bear, meanwhile, was digging through the changing table's cabinet, and soon stood up with a grin. In his rubber-clad paw was a pillow-thick rectangle of fluff and plastic, adorned with all manner of kittenish prints – a diaper, though Wub had no idea they made them like that for adults. The bear deftly unfolded it and slid it under Wub with one smooth, practiced motion, and the wolf settled the feline back down atop it. Wub, for his part, could only blush at the sensation. It was disconcertingly comfortable, even if it was utterly humiliating, and it felt strangely pleasant as the bear began pulling the front up between his legs. He was just about resigned to the crinkly garment when the wolf pulled out something that made his blood run cold. No... Surely not.

“Hold on bro!” the wolf said brightly, heedless of Wub's shocked expression. “We almost forgot Mr. Safe!” What was in his paw could be easily mistaken for a toy, as its segments and pieces were done up in bright, primary colors, and was made entirely of plastic. Wub, however, could recognize it for what it was; he'd seen it on kinkier websites, though he'd never felt a strong urge to try one himself. It was a chastity cage. Worse, it didn't appear to have a key; instead, the two halves seemed to have a sort of wedge-shaped insert that fit between them, and couldn't be removed once it had been clicked into place. The undercurrent of fear he'd felt ever since he'd come to the facility grew to a flood, and he began to panick again.

“Now now widdle bwo,” the bear chuckled, holding Wub down firmly as he began to struggle anew. “Mr. Happy and Mr. Safe need to be good friends!” The feline could only grunt and squeal into his gag as the bear flicked his exposed member, while the wolf approached with the devious device.

He could do nothing as the wolf slid the two halves of the chastity cage apart, and carefully lubed up Wub's cock and balls. He struggled, but like all of his struggles it was without purpose; the wolf had no problem sliding the ring down his shaft and pulled his sack up and through. The poor feline whimpered and and begged behind the gag as the head of the cage, so innocuous, was slid into place like a puzzle-piece. He could only watch with wide, pleading eyes as the wolf carefully lined up the final piece, the perma-lock fitting, and howled desperately; but the wolf just giggled, clicking the piece into place, the tension holding the assembly together firmly and permanently. He was... Locked. Already it felt confining; how would it feel by the end of the day? In a week? A month?! His eyes teared up as he struggled, dreading what he feared would be an endless denial, a relentless stifling of his manhood. He barely noticed as the pair powdered up his nether-region and taped the awaiting diaper snugly around his waist; he could only sob, emasculated and humiliated, as the two 'Big Brothers' did their work. He didn't even try to say anything as they undid his gag, replacing it with an admittedly more comfortable one more like a pacifier, and chewed it for comfort.

All throughout, however, neither one seemed to be mocking, or mean-spirited; even when they locked up his bits for good, neither one regarded this as 'doing him down' or tormenting him. They seemed to legitimately think it was for his own good. In some ways, it was worse; if they had been bullying or nasty, he could have got angry and comforted himself in that anger – thoughts of revenge could have distracted him from his helpless state. But... There was nothing for his anger to 'land' on, so to speak. He could be scared, or frustrated, or humiliated, but... Well, the pair seemed to think he was a cub or kitten, in their own way; he could only wonder what had been done to them that would make them act and think like that. And so, as the pair finished 'dressing' him with a set of soft, cozy booties locked on his feet, he'd calmed down enough to really pay attention again.

“Awww, there there widdle bwo,” the wolf coo'd, unstrapping Wub from the table and scooping him up, coddling him to his chest as though he were a kitten; the size difference made the illusion difficult to dispel. “See? All better – got your diddies and jammies and Mr. Safe, so it's alright now.” Wub sniffled, and looked him full in the face – and could tell the wolf well and truly meant it. 

“Yeah,” the bear giggled, firmly patting Wub's padded seat with a smile, making the feline merf and lower his ears with a blush. “Every good boy here – Big Bro's and Lil' Bro's – has to have a Mr. Safe, it's okay. I know it's kinda scary, but Daddies and Grampa know what's best for us.” 

Wub stared for a moment, then blinked as he realized... The two had probably been 'normal' once. They had fought like he had, struggled like he had, and... Fuck, what were they doing to Soddy?!

“Sir? This is... unusual...” 

“It is a useful experiment,” came the synthetic voice from his wrist-mounted com-link. “We have never had two relatives, after a fashion, in our program simultaneously. I wish to know the expandability of this program, and how viable it is for a standard family unit – or what unique problems may arise.”

“But, sir, we-”

“I know of you and Daddy Alto,” came the voice with dangerous coolness. The lion gasped, visibly shaken; Gentle had been seeing Alto outside the facility, the comely tiger Daddy in his unit. The pair kept it professional, and did good work, and were loyal to Grandfather; that, he realized, is likely the only reason they hadn't found themselves demoted to 'Big Brothers'. It was against the rules to fraternize like that, and Grandfather was quite strict about his rules. He'd seen people demoted for less...

The voice continued. “I have overlooked your... extracurricular infractions, for the sake of exactly this sort of experiment,” Grandfather said. “You will either join this new program as a Daddy... Or you will be demoted.”

Gentle gulped, genuinely afraid, but nodded. “Yes... Yessir. Thank you, Grandfather.”

“Report to unit D-4 for further instruction.” The screen went blank.