Soddy's 'training' went on for several hours, though in his state he barely noticed the passing of time. The commands started simple, and if he had the capacity to think he would have likened it to a hand-holding videogame tutorial – look over there, pick this up, jump, etc. But thought was draining from his mind, and was replaced by commands – and the pleasure of obedience. As the training went on, he became more and more in-tune with what the visor wanted – no, what the Daddies wanted, his hazy mind managed to piece together. The commands were from the Daddies, using the visor as a tool. He loved the Daddies; he wanted to be a good kitten for the Daddies, and wanted to obey them like the pretty lights said. He purred, his mind buzzing with a pleasant white noise as the Daddy thumped his seat, and he was quickly growing to associate the crinkles and touches with pleasure. 

“Good work kiddo,” Alto purred, smiling kindly as he looked over Soddy's progress. Some of the 'Big Brothers' they inducted were entirely immune or highly resistant to the hypnotic drugs the institute used to train the new 'recruits'; such prisoners were often sent to Unit D, a higher security area where they kept all the 'special cases'. Even those that were susceptible to the drug would often try to resist, and if they were successful enough to for long enough, they would be sent to Unit D as well. From there, well – the tiger wasn't sure what happened to them, and he wasn't one to ask questions.

Soddy, however, was putty in his paws. The half-snowleopard, half-lion 'kitten', though nearly as large as Alto, put up no real resistance whatsoever. He didn't quite 'get' every instruction, not at first, but that was to be expected. Part of the training was to get them used to the visor control and to understand the inputs. From there, the visor would push the commands into the subject's mind, and the hypnotic drugs would get the trainee used to obeying, all while they were conditioned with rewards for doing so... and punishments if they did not. So far, however, the tiger hadn't had to punish Soddy once, and Alto was delighted to see it. An easy job, for once, without the usual 'breaking in' period or the stern treatment most 'Big Brothers' required.

The tiger affectionately reached up and scratched Soddy's ears, getting happy purr from the overgrown kitten for his efforts. Even if he was rough and tough with defiant inmates, he had a hard time not getting attached to the good boys. It was almost a shame to let them go when they were fully reformed and their sentences were up – though, again, he didn't know what happened to them, and he didn't ask.“Heh, you're either a very good kitten, or a very kinky one,” the tiger purred, giving Soddy's crinkly seat a firm pat and rub. Soddy didn't seem to be paying much attention to the words, but he gave a happy little mewl – the sound all the more amusing given the half-lion's size and strength. “Let's see if this holds up...”

Usually, new Big Brother trainees would spend a few days fully dosed with the hypnotic suggestion drugs, while the Daddies constantly molded their minds with commands and instructions, using positive and negative reinforcement to transform them into obedient caretakers for the Little Brothers. Gradually, they would lower the intake of the drug as the conditioning and long-practice rendered it unnecessary, giving the Big Brother back some measure of autonomy and awareness. However, it was up to the Daddy when to start 'weaning', and make the trainee a more active participant in his conditioning. Alto was confident Soddy was ready for the next step – or at least 'training wheels'. Using his wrist-mounted control pad, he cut the flow of the drug to half; he wanted to see if Soddy had 'learned' anything, or at least was just as cooperative with some self-awareness back.

Soddy blinked, frowning as his mind gradually sharpened. He was groggy, like he hadn't slept too well, but was growing alert. What had he been doing? He sat down heavily, blinking... And was surprised to see someone – a tiger who looked familiar, and somehow gave him a sense of safety, and pleasure. He looked up, smiling vaguely. He liked the tiger.

“H-hello,” he murmured. “Who are you?” He tried to focus, but it was difficult. Something was odd about the situation, but... Well, really, it was just too much effort to think about. He was happy and warm and safe, after all – what more could he want?

The tiger crouched down to eye-level, smiling pleasantly, reaching up and fiddling with the suit at Soddy's neck. “Hey there big guy – I'm Daddy Alto,” the tiger said. Soddy smiled back, finding his confident expression and manner agreeable – it told him he was doing good. The half-lion barely noticed as a harness began to form on his suit, and Alto now held a leash in his paw – a leash to Soddy's harness. “And you're Soddy, right?” 

The snowleopard nodded, and giggled bashfully. He was always a shy around new people, and while he would usually put up a stoic, masculine front, well – that was no longer possible. That part of his personality, and the self-consciousness that formed its foundation, had been washed away. “Uh huh,” he murmured, purring and swishing his tail, his cheeks a rosy pink.

Alto chuckled, amused. “Well – I'm happy to see how well you're acclimating to our program,” the tiger said, smiling. It seemed the conditioning was more effective than he realized; it usually took several weeks for the new Big Brothers to come out of their tough shells and show the soft, friendly little guy underneath – another good sign. “I think it's about time we took you – huh?”

The tiger had thought things were going well; after all, Soddy was obeying every order, learning quickly, and was even showing emotional compliance. However, Grandfather had sent him a message; “Take inductee Sodden to unit D-4; he is to undergo special training.”

Unit D – the dumping ground for 'special cases' – was reserved almost exclusively complications or problems, and had an abysmal rehabilitation rate. Why did they want him there?

“What is it, Daddy Alto?” Sodden asked curiously, blinking and cocking his head. “Did I need to do something?” 

Alto cleared his throat, confused, but quickly changed gears. “Err, yes. Slight change of plans, kitten; follow me,” he said. He gently tugged at the leash to Soddy's harness, and guided the willing Big Brother along the hall.

Soddy, for his part, was content with the arrangement, and dutifully walked slightly ahead and off to the side, wherever Alto directed. His gait, of course, had a distinct waddle from the thick padding between his legs, but that didn't bother him. However, something did start to bother him – a growing pressure in his bladder. He tried to ignore it; after all, he was obeying Daddy, and the pressure was just a distraction. Soon, however, he started to visibly fidget as they walked, growing more and more agitated, until Alto finally took notice.

“Something wrong, kiddo?” the tiger asked, amused. He suspected he knew already, as it was around that time, but... Well, it was always a good test, their first diaper-wetting. He doubted Grandfather would mind a minor delay like this.

Soddy fidgeted in place and whimpered, visibly flustered. “Gotta... Mrff... Gotta pee,” he murmured softly. He had the presence of mind to be embarrassed, and didn't say it quite loudly enough for Alto. He was visibly blushing under his visor, and looking away. 

“Oh?” The tiger grinned, chuckling and cocking his head to one side, tugging the lion closer. Soddy whimpered, trying to clutch his legs together as he moved to obey, but continued to look away – he clearly had the presence of mind to be self-conscious about it, at least. “What was that? Speak up, kitten,” the tiger purred, firmly thumping Soddy's rump.

The half-lion squeaked and whimpered more loudly, clearly struggling. “I-I gotta peeeee,” he finally whined, loudly enough for his voice to carry as he clutched his legs together as well as his padding would allow. “Is... Is there a bathroom?”

Alto chuckled – the poor thing hadn't put two and two together yet. “Why, yes there is,” he answered. He quickly dashed the look of hope on Soddy's face. “For Daddies like me. See, we're big, so we use the toilet.” He said this with with a kindly smile. “However, for kittens – even for Big Bro's – well, you're wearing your potty big guy,” he chuckled, emphasizing this with another firm pat to Soddy's diaper – this time to his crotch.

The half-lion visibly started at that, and his blush deepened. “I-I... But I don't... I'm...” 

The tiger continued to smile kindly, but grew firm. “Go ahead and use your diaper, kitten – that's your potty now,” he said, rubbing the feline's padded crotch soothingly. “Good kittens use their pampers.” 

As he said that, he activated the 'Diaper Training' module in Soddy's visor; there were several such sub-routines stored and waiting to be activated, to be loaded and run at a Daddy's will, and Alto felt it was high time to begin Soddy's Potty Untraining. The snowleopard blushed as he was given the command, and whimpered as the visor pushed the thought firmly into his mind; good boys use their diapers.

But he was big, wasn't he? He'd already been potty trained, he knew how to use the toilet... Surely it'd be okay if he just-

'Good boys use their diapers,' came the thought implacably. 'You want to be a good boy, don't you?'

He did want to be a good boy... But...

Wouldn't it feel so much nicer, not holding it? Good boys don't hold it... Good boys use their diapers.

He... He didn't know... It was embarrassing...

You want to be a good boy, don't you? A good boy for Daddy?

Y-yes... I want... I want to be a good boy for Daddy...

“Good boys... Use their diapers,” Soddy mumbled, and before he quite realized what was happening, the floodgates were open. With a small, bashful mewl, he began to steadily soak the thick padding taped snugly around his waist, making it bulge out almost comically. The diaper itself was quite absorbent, however, and swelled up nicely; all the more so as his fur was encased in the waterproof living latex, and couldn't trap any of the moisture away from the absorbent polymer. Indeed, the padding began to feel even nicer around his rubber-encased bits, the soft gel squishing around his locked up privates even as he continued to flood. The poor snep mewled and squirmed in place until he finished, the discolored diaper now slightly drooping around his waist, quite clearly well-soaked. It was mortifying; he hadn't had an accident since he was a kitten in primary school, but...

“Good kitten!”
A dam broke in Soddy's psyche. Those two words unbottled such a rush of stifled feelings, he stood there stunned for several moments. Even if the toy in his ass and the cage around his cock hadn't started to vibrate strongly, he was certain he would have been straining the confines of the cage. However, it was more than just the simple pleasure of arousal; it was, well... Something he hadn't really felt before, or at least not often. It was the same genus as the pleasure he felt when he'd done well on a test, and the teacher congratulated him... Or in gym class, when he'd been able to bench more than any of the other students, and the coach encouraged him to join the football team... It was like that, but so much stronger, and more fundamental. Soddy was a good kitten for Daddy.

Before he quite knew what he was doing, Soddy found himself pulling the tiger into a tight, tearful hug, mewling and sniffling like a toddler. He wasn't quite sure why; he wasn't even fully aware of it, pulling the tiger into a fierce bear-hug and holding on as though afraid to let go. He just had a primal need, and closeness with the tiger was what the need demanded.

The tiger, for his part, was shocked, bristling instinctively for a moment. It wouldn't be the first time a Big Brother trainee had feigned compliance, only to lash out when his guard was down. However, he quickly realized it was genuine as the big feline just continued to sniffle and hug him around the chest, desperate for affection. He wasn't being assaulted; the big kitten just needed a hug. It wasn't unusual for the more advanced Big Brothers to do so – indeed, it was a rare day when he didn't get shows of affection from several of the big guys. However, for one so early in his training to have his defenses lowered so quickly...

“Wonder what Grandfather wants with ya,” he murmurs, hugging the half-lion back and firmly thumping his seat. He wasn't sure... and for the first time he felt some real sympathy for an inmate. He hoped that whatever awaited Soddy in Unit D wouldn't be too hard on the poor guy.

“You've gotta be fucking kidding me.”

That's what Wub would have said, if he could talk. As it was, the thick bulb of rubber strapped firmly into his maw prevented any discernible speech, and all he could manage was muffled and annoyed grumble. He hoped his captors would at least get the gist as he glared daggers at them.

The pair of Big Brothers took little notice of his attitude, however, and seemed singularly undisturbed by his outburst. When they'd finished putting Wub in his 'Jam-Jams and Diddies' – which apparently included a pair of fluffy pink booties linked by a short cable, making walking difficult for the half-housecat – they had shuffled him back out of the prep-room and further along the hallway. They soon arrived at a heavy duty sliding door – thick plexiglass, it seemed, and Wub quickly noted how the 'locked' light in the handle flashed to 'unlocked' when the Big Brother grabbed it, and slid it open. He had to file that away for later, however, as what was in the room... well, he didn't quite believe what he was seeing.

'Communal Nursery' was his first impression; indeed, as the Big Brother opened the door, the three were slammed by the scent of powder, lotion, and dozens of diapered tushes in various states of use. Indeed, the notion that it was a giant nursery difficult to dispel; the riot of primary colors and cubbish designs everywhere, the smells, and the unintelligible yammering recalled faint memories of Wub's time spent in the orphanage's nursery. Even when he could clearly see that all the furs present were either in snug, pastel straitjackets or else form-fitting black latex and visors, and were very clearly NOT cubs, the illusion persisted. It certainly didn't hurt that there were all manner of 'baby toys' about, ranging from foam blocks to storybooks to rocking horses to sit-and-spins to slides...

However, upon closer inspection he spotted things that weren't appropriate for a real nursery – things that, though blending in with the same bright colors and cubbish designs as everything else, would otherwise only be found in a kinky sex-dungeon. Along the walls were various 'stations'; in one, a stockade with a selection of paddles awaiting, empty but clearly ready for use. The next housed several low humps with cuffs to either side, and at first he couldn't understand their purpose... Until he saw one that was occupied. A straitjacketed fur was kneeling on the floor, straddling the hump with his diaper pressed into it and his legs fastened in the straps, drooling and shuddering as it buzzed beneath him. The poor guy was fruitlessly trying to 'hump' at the padded, vibrating seat below him, a dazed expression on his face. The third station looked like it held bouncers, but bouncers generally didn't hold  the subject's legs spread... Nor did they have large rubber phalluses protruding up beneath...

Before he could take in anything else, however, he was kindly but firmly pushed deeper inside by his two Big Brother 'escorts'. He grunted as he stumbled forward, losing his balance and squeaking as he landed firmly on his amply padded rump. It didn't really hurt, fortunately; even without the padding around his waist, the the soft, squishy material of the floors would have cushioned the blow... but his dignity definitely took a hit. 

“Whoopsie!” the Big Brother bear chuckled sympathetically, bending down and helping Wub back to his feet. The half-housecat bristled and glowered as the bear checked him over, thumping his seat with a smile. “Sorry about that lil' bro, forgot how small you were!” 

The feline grumbled, glowering darkly; he never liked being called 'small' at the best of times, and his helplessness at the situation only compounded that. However, he couldn't do much about it, and shuffled along at the Big Brothers' direction with an impotent growl.

They were approaching a crowd of furs, with the other 'Little Brothers' either sat or laying down near the center of the room, and the Big Brothers all mingled in among them and tending to them. In the center of the group, however, was a ring of seats, all facing outward. They were oddly heavy-duty, and had some sort of machinery beneath that he didn't like the look of but also couldn't make out clearly. Nearest the seats, however, were a group of Big Brothers and Little Brothers, all standing... and the Little Brothers among them looked far more agitated and unruly than the ones lounging about. Wub's quick eye took note that there were a similar number of chairs as there were standing Big/Little Brother pairs... In fact, there was only one more chair than there were pairs...

Blinking, a sense of foreboding settled in his stomach. Before he could formulate any sort of plan for escape, however, a Daddy strode forward and looked him over. It was a panther, his fur almost as black as his skin-tight rubber suit, and he leered down unpleasantly at Wub. 

“This the last one?” the panther asked with a smirk, checking the half-housecat over with pats and gropes without any regard for his dignity, making Wub bristle and glower. The Big Brother bear and wolf nodded eagerly, clearly wanting to please the Daddy.

“Yessum daddy!” the wolf said, his wagging tail and puppyish demeanor contrasting disconcertingly with his large, muscular frame and deep voice. “Are we gonna play the game now?” 

The daddy looked about, making sure everyone was accounted for, and chuckled. “No reason to postpone it, I guess.” He took a few steps away so he could address the group, and a hush fell over the room.

“We're going to play a little game now, for those of you who are just joining today,” he said with a sly, unpleasant grin. “I don't expect any of you to be well-behaved cubs yet.” There were grumbles and growls at this, but the panther just chuckled and continued, unperturbed. “Yes, yes, very fierce, very scary. However, you need to learn – and learn quick – how to follow the rules. So, to help facilitate that, we will be playing... Musical Chairs.”

He fiddled with the panel on his wrist, and a moment later soft, playful music began to play from unseen speakers – it would not have been out of place at a carnival. Several of the lounging Little Brothers – the ones who didn't have to play, who had clearly been there for a while already – whimpered and shuddered as they remembered something terrible; a few of the more sadistic ones, however, watched eagerly. The Big Brothers, meanwhile, chuckled or looked amused, but didn't seem to be worried; to them, it seemed, it was all just another day. Given their behavior so far, however, this did not put Wub at ease as the panther continued.

“You all know how to play, I assume?” the panther asked with a chuckle, stepping back in to make sure everyone was starting to play, while the Big Brothers formed a loose wall – presumably to catch anyone who wanted to escape. There were several grudging nods of assent, and many rolled eyes. “Well? Get walking!”

The panther firmly slapped Wub's padded rump, making the half-housecat yelp and jump in shock, before stepping back behind the line of Big Brothers. Wub glowered back at the Daddy, but reluctantly began to walk along with the others. 'This is so stupid,' he thought, padding along with a grumble and growl. A few of the other furs seemed equally discontent with the situation, and had to be similarly 'encouraged' by their nearby Big Brothers. Soon, the jacketed and diapered inmates were making lazy circles around the chairs, clearly not enthusiastic about the game whatsoever. It was almost a relief when the music stopped.

A few immediately sat down, and lights in their chairs flared green when they did so, but several of the milling furs stood and glowered. It seemed they wanted to be disqualified so they could get the stupid exercise over and done with. Wub was among the latter, and had clearly had enough of the stupid game, and was altogether leery of the chairs.

The panther watched for a moment, chuckling, and raised an eyebrow.“Hrmmm? I thought you knew how to play.” He leered unpleasantly as he cocked his head, his mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. “Really... you don't want to be the last one standing when the music stops...”

The panther was playing a game with them, Wub realized... and reconsidered his refusal. Realizing that he didn't want to be the 'guinea-pig' for whatever was in store for the losers, he sat down. Just in time, too – the lights on his chair flashed green, while a split second later the chair next to him lit up red. The fur next to him – a platypus, green-furred and teary-eyed, and clearly confused – squeaked as he saw this, and looked around nervously as he suckled the pacifier-gag in his bill. He didn't have long to wait, however; a moment later two of them yelped as metal clamps sprang out of the chair, locking his legs down, and pulled them firmly to each side to spread his legs; another clamped down over his midsection, holding him firmly in place. There was a whirring sound, and a ripping sound... and the platypus's eyes went wide as he started to panic, squalling and gabbling into his gag.

“Awwww – well ducky, you're the first one out, tough luck!” the panther chuckled, learning down at the restrained platypus. Wub could hear machines whirring to life, and the platypus began to squeal in earnest – something was clearly happening to him, and Wub couldn't see it from his chair... But the music began to play again, and the green lights on Wub's chair began flashing a warning; he quickly hopped up, afraid to wait – and then he could see what was making the platypus squeal and thrash like that.

Below him was... Well, a dildo, and a massive one. The size and girth would have put most equines to shame. As Wub watched, it mercilessly pushed up, up, up, clearly shoving itself into the mammal's ass, mercilessly spreading his cheeks with its thickness, and the poor fur gibbered and squealed into his gag with tears in his eyes. The only saving grace was how the massive tool dripped with lubricant, getting a new coating in the waiting reservoir each time it pulled out of the poor inmate's tailhole. It... It was not gentle. As he watched, transfixed, Wub could see it begin to push right back in, taking the platypus's breath away as it mercilessly pushed back in – and worse, it was beginning to pick up speed. Wub cringed as he realized that each of the chairs had a similar monstrosity below it, waiting to be used on some poor fur, and began to back away instinctively – only to be pushed back into the circle by one of the waiting Big Brothers, who seemed to think it was just an innocent game. 

“See,” the panther explained to the other petrified players, “the problem with new Little Brothers – besides being unruly and disobedient, of course – is that they always try to avoid using their diapers. We used to have to rely on expedients – enemas, laxatives, etcetera – or else you could end up painfully constipated, you silly things.” He crouched, dipping a latex-clad finger into an unused lube reservoir, and held it up. “That lube on the toy that's currently violating Ducky's poor, virginal tailhole? Well, there's a reason it's called 'miracle lube' on the streets. Even the tightest of assholes could spread wide enough for a pachyderm with this stuff,” he chuckled, casually wiping his hand off on the platypus's jacket before continuing, even as the poor fur continued to get anally wrecked by the merciless machine below him. “However, used in this manner, and with a few proprietary additions of our own, what would be a temporary stretching of the tailhole becomes more or less permanent. Lil' Ducky here is going to be helplessly filling his diddies for a long, long time... And so is anyone who loses.” 

Most of the other players yammered fearfully and tried to stumble away from the diabolical chairs, but the line of Big Brothers held firm. The larger furs chuckled and pushed the players back into place, shouting encouragements like 'try your best!' and 'you can do it baby bro!' – as if it was just a summer-camp game, and their tailholes weren't on the line. A few of the more unruly ones managed to push further and out, but these were quickly captured. The Daddy, clearly used to his will being done, coldly said that those players were disqualified, and were to be pushed back into their chairs; those unfortunate furs howled as the restraints locked down on their ankles and around their chests, and soon their muffled cries and moans joined with the platypus's as the machines beneath them hummed to life. It seemed that sitting down too early would also disqualify a person, Wub realized... He gulped, and unsteadily began marching in a circle with the other remaining players as the saccharine music continued to play. He suspected there would be only one winner... Wub wanted to make sure it was him!

One by one, players were disqualified; one by one, the poor, terrified inmates were secured to their chairs, their continence mercilessly fucked away by the evil device as they howled and moaned into their gags. Some of the losers were just a split second too late, and had dived into their seats desperately, only for it to flash red and restrain them, before... Well. Others, however, couldn't sit down in time, as all their nearby chairs were occupied by others; these usually tried to flee, but were easily corralled into a chair and suffered the same fate regardless. Wub couldn't spare them much thought, however; quick thinking and quicker feet were the only thing keeping him from losing his anal virginity to a machine.

It was endgame; they could barely hear the carnival-music over the din of muffled whines and the whirr of the fucking-machines, and there were only two unoccupied chairs left... and two players. Wub glowered at his opponent, a black dragon; his tail was secured up by a collar, leaving his rump on display, but was otherwise garbed the same as Wub. The feline hoped that he might have the advantage, as the dragon would likely need his tail for balance... Still, it was mostly up to luck. The chairs were only a space apart, and whoever was closer would almost certainly win. The other...

Wub didn't think of that; he focused on winning. He lingered as long as he could near the chairs, each time he had to pass them by... and then made a mad dash around, only to slow down to a crawl when he approached... If he played it right, he could win... He began to run again, no longer near the chairs, and- 

FUCK, NO! NO NO NO! The music stopped; the dragon was too far ahead, running, and Wub, poor Wub... He wouldn't make it. He tried; he tried so desperately, practically leaping over several of the chairs to sit, but he almost pissed himself as the lights flashed red the moment he sat down. He barely noticed another Daddy entering, deftly leaping back up before the restraints could engage, and tried to make a run for it. Of course, he was caught immediately; the Big Brothers expected it, though they lightly teased and cajoled him for being a 'sore loser' – Wub thrashed furiously, but they easily carried him back to the chair.

“Excuse me – I'm looking for a new Little Brother by the name of Wub?” The speaker was a lion, and despite his garb he seemed to have a pleasant enough demeanor. Under different circumstances, Wub might have liked him... However, he was too busy fighting for his anal virginity to pay much attention.

The panther held up a hand, ordering the Big Brothers to hold – and Wub squeaked, sighing with relief at the reprieve. The panther, however, was clearly annoyed. “We were just playing the initiation game... And Wub just lost,” he growls, frowning at the approaching daddy. “What do you need with him?” His tail swished as he folded his arms over his chest in annoyance, and several of the nearby Little Brothers – the ones not playing – began inching away. It was never good when a Daddy got mad, and their crinkly butts usually bore the brunt of said Daddy's annoyance...

The lion, however, just smiled apologetically and shrugged. “Dunno – Grandfather ordered it. He's going to Unit D.”

The panther blinked in surprise at that, his shoulders loosening, and he cocked a half-smile. “Really? What does Granpappy want with him there?” he asked, giving a rough laugh. He waves over the Big Brother holding Wub, the same bear that had brought him in there, and the big, oafist bear dutifully brings him over to the pair. 

“Are we done playin', daddy?” the bear asks, confused, only to squeak as a paci-gag forms in his mouth. It seems the Big Brothers weren't above punishment, and he bashfully suckled as his talking privileges were temporarily restricted.

“Afraid I don't know, sorry,” the lion replied to the panther, ignoring the bear, and shrugged again. “I'm just here to collect him.”

The panther grins, amused, and bent down to eye-level with Wub, who whimpered and tried to back away – the bear, however, held him fast.

“Well well well – looks like it's your lucky day, kitten,” the panther laughed, ruffling Wub's headfur. “I suppose this means, then, that you won the game.” He straightens back up, and looks over at the dragon, giving him a mocking wave before pressing a button on his wrist-panel.

The dragon had been watching the scene with some measure of cockiness, expecting some special punishment for the runner-up; indeed, he'd been looking forward to being the only continent one around, and was thinking of ways he could use it to his advantage. To his surprise, however, they began taking the feline away, the lion Daddy grabbing him up and laying him over his shoulder with ease... He didn't quite understand what was happening as the lights in his seat flashed from green to red, and the restraints popped out of the chair to secure his ankles.

“Tough luck, hatchie,” the panther chuckled, striding forward and rubbing the dragon's ears as the machine below him whirred to life. The poor dragon's eyes bulged as he realized what was happening, too shocked to struggle, and felt the chair split his diaper-seat open and spread his cheeks. Suddenly, a pressure – an undeniable pressure – under his tail... Pushing up, spreading him, making him howl into his gag as the toy mercilessly pushed up and in, wrecking his tailhole muscles even as the lube prevented any other damage, spreading him further and further, far beyond what he thought he poor tailhole could take...

“Guess you're actually another loser. Oh well.” The panther smirked sadistically, and turned to address the waiting Big Brothers.

“Back to general playtime. Leave the losers where they are, for now. Lunch is in an hour; ten minutes before then, release them and get them cleaned up. I expect their bellies will need filling after their asses are emptied, yeah?” he snickered, amused at his own wittiness, and went back to his station to monitor things while the Big Brothers minded the Littles. He didn't know what was in store for Wub, but from what he knew of Unit D... Well, he didn't think he'd be seeing much more of that kitten.