Anthony was a bit of an unfortunate young fox.  Aside from his near-nightly accidents, the vulpine's parents saw it necessary to embarrass the kit for it at every turn.  The eleven-year-old was getting to the age where it was becoming commonplace to become stereotypically 'manly' and he didn't like that his parents still treated him like a cub.  According to the couple, reinforcing the diapers as humiliating behavior would motivate him to make sure he woke up dry.  
	Another side in the thorn of the young fox was his older friend Bart.  At fourteen years old and transitioning into the 9th grade next year, the wolf had learned from his peers about teasing - something that the fox had bemoaned since they stopped going to the same school due to the 3 year age difference.  They'd grown up in the same neighborhood and so their parents would often take turns sitting the two of them.  Because Bart was getting to be older, it'd been a while since he needed 'sitting,' however.
	"Does Bart have to come over?" Anthony complained.  "I promise, I'm trying really hard!"
	His father shook his head, "No, son.  Making you wear diapers at night isn't helping the problem.  If anything, it's making it worse.  And once we started making you wear during the day, you started using your diapers instead of going to the bathroom!  The fact that you don't want your friend to come over should be motivation for you to start learning to be a big boy."
	"But, he'll make fun of me!"
	"That's the point!" his father chastised.  "Do I need to spank you again?  We've already been over this.  A boy your age shouldn't need diapers at night, let alone during the day."
	"No, sir," Anthony lamented, hanging his head in shame and fear of reprimand.  His father's spanks were no joke.  He didn't give them out easily, but when he did, you'd be sore even to the next morning.
	"Good, then."
	Anthony felt like he wanted to cry.  Bart was relentless when it came to teasing.  He'd somehow managed to keep him in the dark about his bedwetting problem, but in his current predicament, there was no way that he wouldn't know.  It sucked that their parents were still friends even though they were much different now.
	A few hours later, Bart stepped into the house, looking each way, "where's Anthony?" he questioned.  
	"He's in his baby brother's room for now.  You can play games with him if you want, but he's not allowed to leave without supervision."
	"Is he in trouble or something?" the teenager asked, a wry grin creasing the edges of his muzzle.
	"In a sense, yeah.  I'm sure you'll see in a bit," the fox's father said cryptically.
	Bart was excited to see his younger friend punished.  That sort of thing really brightened up his day.  He'd seen Anthony get spanked a handful of times, and it really got his jollies off.  He couldn't wait to see what sort of punishment Anthony had earned this time.  His wildest imagination couldn't have prepared him for the truth, though.  As he rounded the corner into Anthony's baby brother's nursery, he saw something that made him burst out laughing.
	"S-shut up!" Anthony cried, suddenly alerted to the presence of his older friend, freezing his paws on the building blocks that he was playing with.  He wanted to cover up, but the parents had strategically removed anything like a blanket that he could cover up with.  The fox was wearing nothing but a diaper, and he couldn't hide it.
	"Oh my god!" Bart said, hysterical with laughter, pointing and nearly doubling over.  "When your parents told me that you needed babysitting, I was confused.  I didn't know they literally meant 'baby'-sitting!"
	The fox's cheeks flushed red from the apt comparison.  "Shut up!" he repeated, this time more firmly.  "They're making me wear these to humiliate me!"
	Bart had a maniacal grin on his face as he pulled out his phone and aimed it towards his younger friend, prompting the young fox to cover his diapers with his paws.  "Hey, move your paws!  I can't get a good shot!"
	"N-no!  Why would you need pictures of me anyway?"
	"Isn't it obvious?  I'm going to have myself a little servant at sch...I mean, I'll tell all of my friends at the middle school on you if you don't do what I tell you."  The older wolf stepped into the room, circling the fox and trying to get a good shot of the fox in diapers, although the embarrassed cub just kept on repositioning himself.
	"What?  Why would I let you take pictures of me?  Stop that!   Daaaaaaad!" he yelled.
	The hackles on the back of Bart's neck raised as he put his phone away from the dreaded tattling of the younger cub.  The older fur approached with a wary look on his face.  "What's the matter, little kit?"
	Anthony sniffled, tears formed at the edge of his eyes, "Bart's making fun of me!  He's trying to take pictures of me in my diapers so that he can show all my classmates at the middle school!"
	The older fur furrowed his brow in consternation.  "Take your phone out, Bart!" the old fox demanded, causing the wolf to lower his ears and surrender his phone in his palm.  "I don't want that thing.  Get your video recorder out."
	"W-what?" Anthony asked, his eyes going wide as his father approached him.  His confusion only intensified as he was lifted into his younger brother's crib and set on his father's lap on his stomach in a very defenseless position.  
	"What have I told you about being a tattletale, Anthony?" his father remarked as the young fox felt his diaper lowered between his legs.
	"Wait!  No!" the young fox cried, covering his now exposed cheeks.  "Please!  I'll be good!  I promise!"
	The wolf's maw dropped wide open as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.  He wasn't going to miss this opportunity.  His phone was in-paw and he quickly navigated it to his video recorder, ensuring that he got a full shot of the younger fox who was now naked aside from the diaper that was lowered between his legs.  "Ready, Mr. Fox!" the canine announced, that strange sensation inside of him whenever his friend got spanked growing in him.
	The young fox's paws were easy enough to move away.   At this point, he knew that if his father moved them, that he would regret moving them back.  He instead used them to cover his face from the obvious attempts to incriminate him.  But it was already too late!
	THWACK!  A loud reverberating smack resounded through the air and the cub winced, letting out a pitiful whimper.
	THWACK!  The second strike came and the fox bit down lightly to prevent the tears in his eyes from falling.
	THWACK!  Each successive strike grew more and more painful as the young cub felt the shame of being spanked in front of his older friend, only made worse by the predicament of his diapers.
	The show continued for 30 seconds with the fox stifling his tears and taking it fairly well for a cub of his age, not resisting since he knew that it would only make it worse.  The occasional yipe escaped on particularly painful strikes, but he was otherwise stalwart.  After the spanking, his father set him down with his red ass in full view of the camera and kneeled down in front of him.  "What have we learned about being a tattletale?"
	The fox sniffled, "not to do it," he said shamefully.  "I'm sorry, Daddy."
	The wolf snickered both at the full view of the naked cub as well as the childish proclamation of 'Daddy' from his young friend.  This was golden!  He would have full control over the fox if he didn't want this getting out.
	"Now you boys play nice," Anthony's father declared as he pulled the diaper back up between his son's legs.  "Make sure that Anthony doesn't use the big boy potty without permission.  You can play big boy games together, but if he starts to get scared or wets himself, take him to us and we'll get him sorted out.  Unless you feel like you can change him, Bart."
	"Yes sir!" the wolf teen cried enthusiastically, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he continued recording through the juicy bits about his younger friend actually using his diapers.  As the adult fox left the room, the wolf finished the recording on a full frontal of the cub in his pull-ups, abashed but not bothering to even cover up at this point.  "Diapers, huh?"
	"They're pull-ups," Anthony grumped.  "Can we just do something else now?  I'm sick of playing in my little brother's room.  I want to play video games.  At least I can do that since you're here."
	"Oh sure!" the wolf said with a smile before approaching the cub, sticking his paw down the front of his diaper.
	"What the heck!?" the fox cried, only resisting when he realized what was going on.  The dying flush on his features was brought back anew and he clasped his paws behind his back passively, allowing himself to be checked.  "I'm dry!" he huffed, "I only wet the bed sometimes.  I don't wet during the day."
	"Yeah?  So you're a bedwetter, huh?" Bart snickered.  "Well just because you say you don't wet the bed doesn't mean I'm not going to keep checking you.  First off, we should go hang out with Brianna.  I'll bet she would love to see you in nothing but a diaper."
	"W-what?  No," the fox stammered at the mention of his elementary school crush.  "Look, let's just play some games, okay?"
	"Fine," the wolf sighed, rolling his eyes.  "You're no fun."
	The young fox crinkled all the way back to his room where they powered up the console and began playing.  For a few hours, it was like things were normal again.  They would playfully jab each other as they traded wins at their favorite games.  It was almost like they were both cubs again without a care in the world.  Their age difference and growing separation in maturity didn't seem to matter when it came to their mutual kinship in video games.  
	Several hours later, the young fox began to walk out of the room while Bart was changing discs.  "Where are you going?" the wolf asked, almost certain of the answer.
	"I have to go potty," the fox answered, almost regretting it.  A sigh escaped his muzzle and he released his paw from the door handle.  "May I please go potty, Bart?"
	Bart slowly approached the younger and smaller fox with a crazy grin on his maw.  "No...I want to see you wet it."
	"Wait, what?" the fox asked, dumbfounded.  "Why would you want that?"
	"If you wet during the day, maybe they'll keep you like this.  If the fox can't make it to the potty, they might even get you full-on diapers."
	The fox whimpered, "I-I'll tell on you!"
	"So that your dad will spank you again?  I don't think so."
	Anthony whined, "f-fine.  I'll just hold it, then."
	Bart grinned.  "Fine.  Let's play Soul Calibur, then."  The wolf knew that the game required a lot of concentration.  He'd never beat his younger friend in it because he couldn't pull off the complex combos that his fox friend had.  As the pair sat down to play it, he kept an eye on the fox's growing desperation.  The first round went predictably - getting smashed by the more experienced player.  As the rounds went on, however, the fox began to mess up.  Small mistakes would allow the older wolf opportunities to sink in and get combos off that he shouldn't have been able to.  After about a half dozen, the fox was just mindlessly pressing buttons, squirming in place.  Right as the wolf was about to deal the decisive blow, Anthony's father walked in.
	"Anthony?" he called, "pause your game.  It's time for a potty break."  His son nearly broke into a sprint as he leapt to his feet and scampered into the hallway, disappearing from sight.  His father could only shrug his shoulders as his progeny flew down the hallway.  "As for you, Bart, your mother called."
	"Yeah?" the wolf asked.  "What did she say?"
	"We told her about Anthony's situation and how you were helping him out.  She thought it was a great idea."  The wolf started to get worried as he dreaded what he meant.  "She's coming over to drop off a couple things so the two of you can have one of your old sleepovers."
	"Like what?" the wolf asked, worried that his mom had possibly let out his secret.
	"She said that you need a change of clothes and some of your books.  You didn't tell us that you failed 8th grade.  Anthony will be excited that you two get to be in the same school again."
	"I-uh...yeah," the wolf admitted.  "I thought it'd be a fun surprise for Anthony."  He was lying, of course.  He was ashamed that he'd been held back from high school.  He'd be the oldest kid there.  It was his plan to try to distance himself from the fox so that he would never know that he had failed.  Especially because he'd told his younger friend about he was a hot shot at school - how he was the most popular boy and the girls fawned over him.  In actuality - the wolf hadn't gone through puberty yet despite already being 14.  It wasn't as noticeable to the fox because they tended to be smaller, but the wolf was small for his age.  He got picked on a lot.  Especially during gym class, when they had to disrobe.  "Um, can you tell my mom that I'd rather stay home?"
	"No can do, mister.  She'll be here in a minute so you can tell her yourself if you think it'll help.  You know how your mom gets, though."
	"What do you mean?" Anthony asked from the hallway, much more relaxed than when he left.
	"Bart here is going to stay over for the night.  His mother will be here shortly to drop off a few things.  She says you might be a good influence on him."
	"What do you mean?" the young fox asked, his brow raising in suspicion.
	"Well-" the older fox started to explain.
	"Nononono.  That's okay.  Let's get back to playing games," Bart interrupted holding up the controller to the paused game.
	"Now mister, that's rude.  If you were my son, you would be over my lap right now.  Apologize."
	A few moments passed and the wolf shifted uncomfortably.  "Sorry," he finally admitted at the dreaded tapping of the toe from the older fox.  
	Anthony giggled at the turn of play, sticking his tongue out when his father left them alone.  The next few moments were tense.  The fox stretched as he prepared to unpause the game.  He only had a sliver of health left and he was backed into the corner.  This was the first of three and the first time since they'd ever played the game that he was close to losing.  What happened when the game was unpaused was nothing short of miraculous.  A series of counters and blocks ensued, allowing the fox to fly around his opponent and take center stage, now blocking the wolf into the corner.  A mere 5 seconds later, the wolf cried out in desperation, "I'll tell everyone you wet the bed if you counter!"  The game was paused once more.  
	The fox sneered at his older friend.  "Seriously?  That's not fair!"
	The wolf felt a little ashamed of his actions, but he was so close to winning.  He only needed to nudge the fox, even if he was blocking.  He could taste the victory.  "Come on!  You always win!  Let me have this one!"
	The fox rolled his eyes and let go of his controller after unpausing the game.
	"What!?  Come on!  Don't be a spoilsport!  Pick up your controller.  I can't say I win if you aren't even playing."
	An anger rolled up in the fox, "But you're telling me that I can't fight back.  Aren't you telling me not to play?"
	The wolf felt the weight of the truth of those words but he didn't want to concede.  He wanted to feel good about winning.  "Just pick up the controller or I'll...I'll...show Brianna the video of you!"
	Anthony did what he was told, but he was fuming.  He didn't want anyone to see that video, let alone Brianna.  He jumped in the air, avoiding each attack without blocking or countering, effectively angering his friend, which is what he wanted.  The wolf began to growl as literal minutes passed of being unable to hit the fox despite his best attempts.  He was already ashamed of having to be given a handicap.  Although he had a good chunk of health left, the fox hadn't even bothered to strike him.  He was toying with him, or so he felt.  In anger, he yelled out, "STOP THAT!  LET ME WIN ALREADY!"
	"Bartholomew Linnaeus Wolf!" a familiar voice that caused shivers down his spine.  Standing at the door to the room was a large white wolf standing with her paws at her hips.  She had a school backpack with her as well as a weirdly shaped messenger bag.  "Is that any way to act?"
	"M-mom...I'm..." the wolf said, surprised, searching for the words to excuse what he did, knowing that none of them would, "he always wins at this game!"
	"That's no reason to yell at your friend!  It's no wonder that you're being held back in school if this is how you react to losing a game!  Come here this instant!"
	"But mom!" the wolf whined, pointing to the game.  He secretly hoped that Anthony hadn't caught on to the comment about him being held back.
	"Your butt if you don't get over here right now, mister!  I know you can pause this one!"
	"Fine," he harrumphed, his eyes going wide as he noticed the messenger bag in her arms.  "Uh...I'm sorry mom.  Here I can take those." he offered, attempting to snatch the messenger bag from her arms.
	"Oh no!" she declared, grabbing the wolf by the ear and tugging him close to her.  "At first, I thought that Mr. Fox had gone too far with Anthony's punishment, but I think that's exactly what you need.  How many years has it been since you've had a full dry week?"  
	Bart didn't respond, his eyes instead turning to his younger friend who had a superior smile on his face.  The wolf tried to stifle a whimper, not wanting to lie for fear of punishment but not wanting to admit what she was saying.
	"Seven!  You've had pull-ups on since you were younger than Anthony!  You even had an accident at church last week!  Maybe if we punished you like Mr. Fox does for his son, we would've caught it earlier.  Instead, you're a would-be high-schooler who still wets his pants in the daytime!"
	"M-mom!" Bart whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as he let them run down his cheeks.  It was all true.  He'd worn pull-ups since he was seven-years-old.  They'd tried any number of treatments but they never solved it.  What was worse, ever since he was twelve, he'd been having periodic daytime accidents.  The doctor mentioned something about his growing body without his bladder increasing due to the delayed onset of puberty.  
	"That's enough out of you!  Mr. Fox.  I release him to you.  I understand that he mouthed off to your earlier, as well!  Please help me straighten out my son!"
	"N-no!" Bart cried as she dragged him to Mr. Fox who was standing behind her and the much larger adult carried him to the bed.  "Please, don't!  I'll be good, I swear!" he cried, not wanting his pants to be lowered in front of his younger friend.  He was in full-on tears and he was doing everything he could to struggle out of the adult's grasp.
	"I've heard from the other parents that you've been bullied because you were very immature for your age.  I didn't realize just how bad it was," Mr. Fox said, almost mournfully.  "Come on now, little guy.  Man up.  Even Anthony didn't shed a tear while I spanked him.  I haven't even laid a paw on you.  Now be a good boy and take your punishment like a man."
	Bart sniffled, doing his best to try to calm down, but he was just so angry.  Between being manhandled in the game before this and being manhandled now by his friend's father, he just wanted to lash out.  He tried to strike out at the old fox, but the blow landed ineffectively on his chest.
	"Have it your way," the older fox declared.  "Perhaps a little humiliation like young Anthony will do you good, after all."  The adult fox easily pantsed Bart on his lap, revealing the teenage wolf's rump something that caused Anthony to go into a fit of laughter.  "What was it that the other boys at school called you?  I remember that I came and picked you up one day because some of the kids in your gym class has called you it and started a fight."
	THWACK!  The first spank rang out, "it's on the tip of my tongue.
	THWACK!  The second caused the wolf to go into hysterics, desperately trying to struggle free from the older fox's lap.  "Something about your little thing here."
	THWACK!  With the third, the wolf was bawling like a baby, very much unlike his younger friend earlier - both from the pain and from the humiliation of having his younger friend see him like this.  "That's right!  They called you baby-dick because my youngest son's thing is bigger than yours."
	While Bart had only gotten as many spankings as his younger friend, he was a mess by the time that Mr. Fox had finished.  Through his blubbering eyes, he didn't even notice that Anthony had grabbed a phone and was recording the whole thing.  One other thing had occurred that had caused Mrs. Wolf to go into a tizzy.
	"Oh no!  I'm sorry Mr. Fox," she said, grabbing a towel from nearby and dabbing the fox's crotch.  "I didn't know he would do that!"
	Anthony joyfully cried out, "oh no!  Bart had an accident!"
	"Wh-what!?" Bart sniffled out, very suddenly noticing that his crotch was very wet.  He hadn't even realized that he needed to pee, although it made sense that he needed to.  He'd been in the room for as long as Anthony playing video games and he hadn't thought to have a potty break.  He felt the shame of an accident only multiplied by the fact that he'd had it while being spanked on his friend's father's lap.
	"It's quite alright," Mr. Fox said, picking up the sobbing mess of a wolf in his lap and carrying him with him to his baby son's room.  "As I understand, you needed to do this anyway."
	Bart impotently struggled, his pants completely falling from his ankles and leaving his naked from the waist down, utterly exposing his half-inch dick to Anthony's camera, completely soaked with urine as it was.  He kicked and struggled to no avail as he was rested upon the changing table and wiped down with the wipes from his mother's messenger bag.  "Nooooo!  I don't want to!  Don't!" he screamed not unlike a toddler having a tantrum.  He knew what was coming.  It was something that happened every night - but he didn't want it to happen in front of his younger friend.  
	Anthony only watched in amusement as his would-be bully of an older friend was diapered.  Not pull-ups, either.  It was a full-on diaper.  Not only that - Anthony's pull-ups were plain.  They were made for function.  These diapers had wetness indicators on the front and had designs from a kid's show that hadn't watched since he was in preschool.  
	"Stop that struggling or you'll get another spanking!" Mrs. Wolf declared as she taped up the diaper, covering up his tiny penis with something that wasn't all that much better, in her eyes.  "Besides, you'll leak when you finally do wet your diaper." 
	Bart still felt the sting of Mr. Fox's lashing on his backside - the same Mr. Fox who was holding him down and giving him a very stern look.  For the moment, he quieted his burning anger and stopped his cries.
	"There!  All better!  I think that your idea might just work, Mr. Fox," Bart's mother declared.  "He's never been this embarrassed about having his diaper put on before.  This might be good motivation for him to stop wetting at night."  As Bart was set down on the floor he finally noticed that Anthony was recording his ordeal.  His paws flew down to cover his crotch but the thicker padding couldn't really be covered by just his two paws.  "Oh stop that!" his mother declared, shooing the young wolf's paws away.  "He'll see it enough over the next few weeks anyway."
	"Weeks?" Bart asked, dread in his voice.
	"You'll be spending the summer with the Foxes.  We decided that it'd be best for both of you if you have someone to keep you from wanting to stay diapered at night.  I know that for you, you've wet your diapers for convenience before!  I don't need to change you like a cub until you're in your 20s!"  Bart whimpered weakly in response, looking at the camera and back to his mother, desperately.  He couldn't really complain, though, logically.  He'd done it to Anthony earlier.  "Now listen to Mr. Fox.  We'll stop by every few days to check on you and drop off more of your diapers.  For now, you're in time out until he comes back.  The poor man has to go clean off your little accident from him.  I swear, Anthony might be younger than you, but even he doesn't have accidents during the daytime!"
	"B-but mommy...um, mom" Bart whined, correcting his slip of the tongue,  "I-I wanna go home!"  Anthony snickered at the turn of play here, only continuing the recording even into the embarrassing dialogue of the older fur in nothing but a diaper.  
	Mrs. Wolf shook her head, "no.  I can already see that this is going to do wonders for you.  Anthony will be a good influence on you.  He doesn't wet his bed nearly as often as you and he's 4 years younger.  Besides, I have to go to work.  I know it's difficult, but you be good.  Anthony, you're in charge of this little stinker for now, okay?" 
	Anthony smiled and nodded his head, "you got it, Mrs. W!"