Babysitting Dalton
Story by Torterra171 and CJBunny


Chapter I: Picnic


        CJ took a close look at the house as he made his way to the front door. The two-story wooden home was painted white, its neatly trimmed front yard shaded by a pair of trees. The gray bunny knocked on the door, his heart pounding in anticipation. After a long moment, the door opened. CJ was greeted by a female squirrel in her thirties, with pale blue fur marked by navy stripes. She wore a white tank top and skinny jeans.


        “Jessica,” CJ greeted her, “it’s great to finally meet you in person!”


        “You too! Please, make yourself comfortable,” Jessica replied.


        Jessica ushered CJ into the house. On his left was a living room, with comfortable looking beige couches and a matching rug. On his right was a spotless kitchen of white tile. Jessica sat down at a stool by the kitchen counter, and motioned CJ to join. He sat down, as Jessica poured him coffee.


        “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice,” Jessica began, “I really appreciate your help now that I’ve started the new job,”


        “It’s my pleasure,” CJ replied, “it’s good to know I can take some pressure off, going back to work can be hard. Just know your little guy’s in good hands,”


        “You won’t have much trouble with him, he’s a wonderful boy and a joy to look after. He’s smart, and curious, although he’s a little shy at first, and…insecure about a few things” Jessica took a sip of her coffee.


        “I’m sure I won’t have any problems with him. Speaking of, when can I get to see the little guy?” CJ asked.


        “He’s playing in the-” Jessica’s phone began to ring. She picked it up, a look of frantic concern on her face.


        “Right now?” she asked, her concern turning to frustration, then to acceptance.


        “I’m sorry, CJ, they need me to cover a shift right now, I have to go!” Jessica grabbed a satchel and rushed out the door, “good luck!”


        CJ turned his head to the hallway before him, where he heard the faint sound of small footsteps. Out of a doorway came a little blue squirrel, about four years old. Most of his fur was the same powder blue as his mother, except for the darker coloration of the fur above his nose as well as on his ears, legs and tail. He wore glass, a white tee shirt and a pair of shortralls decorated with colorful stickers. His elbows and knees were patched with equally colorful band-aids. He held a white teddy bear with blue eyes and paws under his arm. The squirrel looked up at CJ sheepishly for a few seconds before giving a cautious wave.


        “...hi there, my name’s Dalton. What’s your name?” the squirrel asked.


        “I’m CJ, pleased to meet you, Dalton. Is that your favorite teddy bear?”


        “Yes he is! His name is Spots!” Dalton visibly relaxed as he held the bear forward for CJ to see.


        “I used to have a little brown bear myself when I was your age,” CJ said, “we would do everything together!  What is it you like to do?”


        “I like to draw! Wanna see my drawings?” An enthusiastic smile grew on Dalton’s face.


        “Sure! I’d love to!”


        Dalton took CJ’s paw and led him to the playroom. CJ noticed that the squirrel walked with a slight waddle, although he wasn’t sure what caused it. As the two walked down the hallway, CJ passed by two doors across the hallway. He didn’t have time to make out the details, but they appeared to be a bathroom and Dalton’s bedroom. Dalton led CJ into the playroom, a room with cloud pattern walls and toys sprawled across the floor: duplos, spinning tops, a toy rocket and a rock-a-stack, among many others. In the corner of the room was a preschooler-sized table with a number of half finished crayola marker sketches, along with a few finished pieces hung on the walls.


        “Very nice sketches!” CJ beamed, “do you have a favorite one? Or a favorite color you like to use?”
        “This one!” Dalton held up a blue marker, the text on the side faded from use.


        “I’d like to see you draw something,” CJ smiled.


        Dalton grabbed a few markers and a piece of paper, and began furiously scribbling with a look of determination on his face. A few minutes later, he recapped the markers and beams at CJ. 


“It's a forest!” 


CJ could make out Dalton’s intent, although the technique was what could be expected of a four year old. He even managed to include a few flowers drawn with his favorite blue marker.


“Very nice!  Do you love the forest?” CJ asked.


“Yeah! I love to take walks outside!” Dalton replied.


“Me too, it’s very beautiful outside. Sometimes I like to go on a nice hike and bring a little picnic to enjoy being secluded in nature. Just take in the calm serene surroundings,” CJ said.


“Sounds fun!” said Dalton.


“Would you like to go for a picnic today? There’s a trail near here with a beautiful view of the lake,” CJ asked.


“Totally!” Dalton smiled excitedly.


“Sounds like fun!  Let’s just get a few things together for our hike first. Can you tell me what you want to take?”


“There’s crackers in the kitchen! And my sippy cup is in my room!” Dalton called out excitedly.


“Let’s get a nice blanket to lay on too, don’t ya think? For my snack, I’ve always been a fan of just a carrot,” CJ said, as he got up to grab supplies in the kitchen.


CJ grabbed a picnic blanket, a few carrots and some water bottles from the fridge and packed them in his bag. He gave a pack of crackers from the pantry to Dalton, who put them in a colorful miniature backpack. After zipping up his bag, CJ wondered what else he needed to bring. Hmmm, he wondered, what else do I…the sippy cup! CJ walked over to Dalton’s bedroom. It was a cozy room with star print wallpaper, a rocking chair and a preschooler sized bed with bright blue sheets and stuffies lined up at the headboard. He looked around the room, searching for a sippy cup. To his surprise, he found it lying on a piece of furniture he wouldn’t have expected to be in the room of a boy his age: a changing table. The shelves below the table’s surface were filled with wipes, powder, baby oil and an open pack of preschooler sized diapers. It all clicked for CJ, the insecurities Jessica mentioned, the barely noticeable waddle, even Dalton’s shyness to a degree. CJ grabbed the sippy cup along with a few changing supplies. He walked out of the bedroom and came up to Dalton.


“Should we bring an extra diaper for the trip?” CJ asked.


“Nuh uh, I’m a big boy!” Dalton protested.


“Oh I bet you are!  Even big boys still bring supplies to be cautious. It’s always good to be prepared for everything when you’re in the woods.  I can teach you a lot about it if you want?  I’ll even bring some toilet paper just in case for both of us!” CJ dropped to one knee and patted Dalton’s shoulder.


“Um…okay,” Dalton leaned in and squeezed CJ’s paw. The two stayed like that for a moment, sharing a silent connection.


“And do you need to potty before we go?” CJ asked, getting up.


“Come with me to the potty!” Dalton said, grabbing CJ’s paw and yanking his arm as he skipped toward the bathroom.


CJ’s face went white, his blood going cold and his stomach churning.
“Are-are you sure you want me to come along?” CJ stammered.


As much as he hated to admit it to himself, CJ possessed a love for cubs far beyond what was socially acceptable. Despite being great with cubs, he tried his best not to interact with them for fear of his urges taking over. When his childhood friend Jessica reached out to him after all those years offering him a job babysitting her son, he couldn’t let her down. Now he began to regret his decision as the adorable little boy dragged him to the bathroom where his underaged private parts would be on full display.


“Totally!” Dalton answered, pulling CJ into the bathroom.


The bathroom’s walls were painted a pale blue with matching floor tiles. There was a sink, bathtub and blue training potty next to the toilet proper. Dalton stood by the potty, looking up at CJ intently. 


“Would you help me pull down my pants and diapee, pretty please?” Dalton pleaded in the cutest voice he could muster.


“Of course, Dalton,” CJ knelt down to unclip Dalton’s shortalls and pull down his diaper.


When Dalton’s diaper dropped to his ankles, CJ got his first look at his peepee. The uncut humanoid member, fading from blue to violet at the end of his foreskin, hung above his coinpurse ballsack. CJ tried to avoid staring directly at the cub’s crotch and plump butt.


 Dalton turned around to sit on the potty and held his willy between his fingers. A steady stream of pee began to flow out into the bowl. When the stream subsided, Dalton stood up from the bowl with his paws on his hips.


“All done!” Dalton boasted, as CJ blushed while trying his best not to stare too closely at the boy’s proudly exposed privates.


CJ grabbed a baby wipe and wiped the tip of Dalton’s penis. He shuddered, hiding his rising excitement as the wipe brushed against Dalton’s tip. CJ threw out the pee stained wipe into the trash and poured the contents of the training potty into the toilet to be flushed down. He put a step stool against the sink for Dalton to wash his paws, and when Dalton had dried his paws off CJ opened the bathroom door. As CJ walked out, Dalton tugged on his pant leg.


“Do you need to go potty too?” Dalton asked, “in the grownup potty?”


“Actually I’m okay for right now, Dalton. I was thinking I could once we find our quiet spot in the woods and relax,” CJ explained.


“Good idea! I always like to go peepee in the woods!” Dalton exclaimed.


“Oh really?  Well I can help you again if you need to when we’re there,” CJ chuckled, “let’s get going while the sun is still out,”
…
        
CJ locked the front door and gave the knob a tug to make sure. He took Dalton’s paw and began their walk. The two walked through the neighborhood, the warmth of the early summer sun pleasant on their fur.


        “Over there,” CJ pointed, “that’s my house! Maybe I could take you there someday?”


        “I’d love that,” Dalton said.


        After some walking, the two came to a corner where the suburban lawns gave way to dense greenery. A wooden sign stood in front of an opening in the trees that led to a dirt path.


        “Here it is,” CJ said, looking down at Dalton’s smiling face as they began their hike.


        Dalton and CJ walked down the trail. Birds chirped in the distance and ferns swayed with the gentle breeze. The plants were the shade of bright green that only comes when spring turns to summer.


        “Pretty trail, huh? I haven’t taken it for a little while, but I’m glad I was able to with you,” CJ took a long look at the trail, then looked down at Dalton.


        “I’m glad too,” Dalton grasped CJ’s paw more tightly.


“Aww, you’ve grown up so much already,” CJ laughed, “you’re a big boy!  Your tail has filled in quite a bit too, getting used to controlling it yet?”


“I'm getting better!” Dalton swayed his tail from side to side, showing off.


“Very handsome tail hun, it took me a while to get used to my ears. Sometimes I STILL forget and hit things,” CJ chuckled, drawing a giggle from Dalton.


“How are you holding up so far?  It’s kind of a long walk when you’re smaller.  Want me to carry you some?” CJ crouched and held his arms out.


“I guess...I'm a lil tired…” Dalton held his hands up as CJ reached down and lifted his rump, placing his thighs around CJ’s shoulders and holding his ankles tight.


“Wow!” Dalton looked around from his new, higher vantage.


“Watch your head with these trees!  Boy are you tall!” CJ called out, as Dalton giggled and playfully ducked.


        CJ continued with Dalton on his shoulders, his ankles straddling CJ’s neck.  CJ smelt the light yet pleasant fragrance of Dalton’s powdered diaper. After a few minutes of walking, the two reached their destination. They came to a clearing in the woods overlooking the clear water of the lake. The ground was littered with pine needles and the occasional pine cone. The sounds of lapping waves mixed with the summer breeze.


        “Looks like we made it,” CJ said.


        As soon as CJ put Dalton down, he ran over to the clearing as fast as his little legs could carry him. He frolicked in the open air as CJ laid down the blanket. Once he had finished setting it up, Dalton came to lie down. CJ gave Dalton his sippy cup and crackers, grabbing a carrot to nibble on himself. CJ lost himself in the serenity of nature, looking up at the sunlight through the gaps in the canopy. In the quiet, he heard the relaxed beating of his own heart. He glanced over at Dalton, and saw him furiously gulping down his juice. In a matter of seconds he had drained the entire sippy cup.


        “Done already?” CJ asked.


        “Yup!” Dalton said, biting into another cracker.


        “If you need to go potty, just let me know,” CJ said.


        “Okie,” Dalton replied.


        CJ wrapped his arm around Dalton and held him tight. The cub’s breathing was soft and relaxing. CJ looked up at the sky, seeing the bright mid-afternoon sun. He felt that nothing in the world outside of this clearing mattered, only him and Dalton.


        CJ’s trance was broken when he felt Dalton begin to squirm. He looked down, seeing that the cub had crossed his legs, squeezing his thighs against his padded crotch. Dalton’s expression was one of silent tension.
        “Need to go potty again, I take it?” CJ asked gently.


        “Um…yeah,” Dalton said, biting his lips and holding his reaching down to grab his crotch.


        “Let’s get that diaper off of you,” CJ said, grabbing Dalton’s hand and helping him stand up.


        CJ saw that a second’s hesitation was the difference between a successful pee in the grass and an accident in the cub’s diaper. The bunny 


unhooked Dalton's shortalls and let them fall to the grass. Second,  he pulled down Dalton’s diaper and exposed his willy to the cold air. Almost immediately, a stream of hot urine flowed from the tip of Dalton's little willy. Warm pee sprayed onto the blades of grass, giving off a faint smell of ammonia. Eventually, Dalton's stream turned to a dribble and finally stopped, leaving a single bead of urine on his tip. 


CJ was reminded of his own bladder, which had begun to fill during their time in the woods. A jolt of anxiety shot through him at the thought of exposing himself to a cub he found so adorable. He gulped, his love overcoming his fear.


        “Now it’s my turn, do you want to help a grown up bunny with his pants?”


        “Sure!” Dalton replied eagerly.


        “Well come over here and pull this side down for me,” CJ had already unbuckled his belt, and held his pants at the left hip while Dalton grabbed the right. The two pulled CJ’s pants down in unison, revealing the bunny’s black underwear.


        “I don’t wear diapers.  These are called boxers. When you’re a bit older maybe you’ll like to wear them too?  Maybe your daddy wears these too?”


        Dalton grabbed the elastic waistband of CJ’s boxers with both hands. As he yanked them down, the scent of masculine musk filled his nostrils. CJ’s member hung before him, its white shaft fading to pink just below the head.


        “Sorry about that, I get pretty strong when I hike, especially when I have a cute little squirrel with me,” CJ blushed.


        Dalton stared at CJ’s cock, transfixed by the look and smell of it. The cub still stood half-naked, his diaper and shortalls bunched at his ankles.


        “It's so much bigger than mine!” he said, “will mine get that big when I grow up?”


        “It might,” CJ smiled, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. But the size doesn’t matter, Dalton, it’s how it makes you feel,”
        “It makes me feel all tingly!” Dalton said excitedly.


        Prompted by the statement, CJ looked down at Dalton’s crotch. The little squirrel’s preschooler peen had begun to stiffen. CJ breathed heavily as he watched it grow.


        “Oh, you like mine too?” Dalton asked, curiosity in his voice.


        “Mhmmm, you’re definitely becoming a big boy there,” CJ replied, giving a warm smile.


        “Thankies!” Dalton grinned.


        “Of course!  Now excuse me but I really gotta pee hun!” CJ held the base of his cock and began ripping out a strong, steamy stream in relief.


        Dalton watched the grownup bunny pee with fascination. CJ moaned in relief as his stream continued. His large puddle trickled downhill, straight into the pond below. Finally, his stream subsided into spurts and drips that ran off his tip. CJ let out a moan of relief. 


“That was definitely needed,” CJ sighed, “does my peepee smell strong?”


“phew! It sure does!” Dalton said, making an exaggerated gesture of turning his nose.


“Sorry about that,” CJ replied, a sheepish look on his face.
“...I kinda like it,” Dalton admitted.


“Yours smells good too,” CJ said, “it’s also a little different because I’m a rabbit I’d imagine,”


“Thankies! But it isn't nearly as smelly as yours!” Dalton said.


“Nope,” CJ chuckled, “yours will acquire its own unique strong scent as you get older. And a lot of other squirrels are going to love it, Dalton,”


“I can't wait!” Dalton exclaimed.


“In time.  Would you like to enjoy mine for now?” CJ asked.


“Sure!” Dalton replied.


“All yours hun. No one here but us, some occasional birds chirping and serene sounds of nature,”


“Can you help me first?” Dalton asked, pointing to his now fully erect shaft, “My peepee's all stiff, and I don't know how to make it go back to normal!”


“It won’t go back to normal for a while. And that’s not a bad thing either. How do you feel?” CJ asked, going down to one knee and putting a gentle hand on the cub’s shoulder.


“It's all tingly!” Dalton said.


“Gently touch it just under the end where your peepee comes out from. Then tell me how it feels,”


Dalton reluctantly wrapped his index and middle on his stiffy just below his tip, jolting slightly before beginning to rub it. CJ watched intently as Dalton made a slow up and down motion with his hand, noting that the boy was still too young to pull back his foreskin. A relaxed look came over Dalton’s face, his eyelids drooping and his maw going slightly agape.


“It feels good,” Dalton said, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his voice.


“Mhmmm, I’m glad you like it. Want to feel mine?  I’ll get bigger and stiff, just like you did,” CJ asked.


“Sounds like fun!” Dalton replied.


“I think so too,” CJ agreed, “Something for us to share and be our little secret?”


“Your secret's safe with me!” Dalton nodded.
“I won’t tell anyone else either. And if you like it we can spend more time together doing it,” 


CJ sighed as he laid back down on the blanket and spread his legs a little. Dalton lays on his belly, facing CJ’s crotch. Dalton grasped CJ’s shaft with both hands just below the head. CJ’s cock perked up to half mast from the special attention. Dalton slowly began running his hands down to CJ’s base and back up again.


“I think this’ll help,” CJ pulled the bottle of baby oil from the changing kit, pouring it over his shaft. Dalton’s hands began to glide from the lubricating oil.


CJ watched Dalton intently as the cub’s little hands stroked his adult cock. The scene, so wrong yet so right, made CJ’s cock reach full arousal. Dalton continued to stroke, transfixed by the stiffness of the cock and its musky scent. CJ couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but absolutely did not want to stop.


“Mmmmm, good little one”, CJ moaned, “Want to taste it?  I can taste yours too if you want,”


        “Sure! Whose turn is it first?” Dalton asked.


        “I can taste yours first If you like, but we should get undressed first” CJ said.


        Dalton nodded and stood up. CJ knelt down and began to undress him. First, he untied Dalton’s colorful sneakers, sliding them off. CJ gave Dalton’s violet pawpads a quick squeeze before moving on. CJ pulled Dalton’s diaper and shortalls off one ankle at a time, his gaze hovering over the cub’s crotch and plump thighs. Finally, CJ pulled Dalton's t-shirt over his head to reveal his delicate nipples and soft belly. Once he had finished undressing Dalton, CJ took off his own clothes. Now that they were both naked, CJ laid Dalton on his back. He took a long look at Dalton’s nude form, admiring the pudge of the cub’s prepubescent body. Dalton waited expectantly, his little willy sticking straight up. 


        “This might tickle a little at first, but trust me, you’ll love it,”


        When Dalton gave a nod of approval, CJ leaned his muzzle over and took a long whiff  of the cub’s crotch. He inhaled Dalton’s light, innocent scent. CJ brought his muzzle closer, kissing Dalton’s tip. Opening his maw, CJ gently swirled his tongue around Dalton’s head and sheath. CJ closed his maw, bobbing his head up and down while continuing the rhythmic motion of his tongue. Dalton jolted at the sudden attention, but began to breathe heavily as pleasure took hold of him.


        “Mmmmm, you actually have quite a strong taste, hun.  It’s not very prominent until you taste it. I want more,” CJ said.


        Dalton’s undeveloped scrotum twitched as CJ’s muzzle brushed against it. Dalton moaned softly as CJ continued to suck. CJ wrapped his hands around Dalton’s hips. Something about seeing his adult hips around Dalton's tiny hips excited him to no end. CJ opened his mouth to catch his breath. Dalton’s peepee glistened from CJ’s saliva.


        “Do you want to keep doing this together, Dalton?” CJ asked.


        “Yeah, this is so fun!” Dalton replied.


        CJ took a deep breath and pulled Dalton’s entire tiny scrotum and peepee into his muzzle. His tongue very gently pet Dalton’s tailhole. Dalton gasped in pleasure. CJ smirked brightly as he watched Dalton’s reaction.


        “Do you like that too? Feeling your rump being licked and touched?” CJ asked.


        “It feels funny, but I like it!” Dalton gasped.


        “Good, I can keep going if you want then. Let’s see what u like the most,”


        CJ gently took a paw and caressed Dalton’s winking tailhole, now wet and slippery from CJ’s tongue. His finger slid in easily with the lubrication of the saliva that now coated his rim. Dalton’s tailhole was exquisitely tight. CJ longed for the time when it would be trained enough that he could slide his cock inside. As he continued, CJ felt Dalton’s scrotum constrict and his tailhole further tighten.


        “I think...I think I'm gonna go peepee again!”


        CJ’s other paw stroked his thick shaft as he enjoyed the taste of Dalton’s little cock and the caressing tightness of his tailhole.


        “Go ahead, hun. It will feel very good, I promise” CJ assured Dalton.


        Suddenly, Dalton's entire body stiffened. His tailhole pulsed around CJ’s finger. His willy twitched and his coinpurse scrotum contracted in his first ever dry orgasm. He let out a single, long sustained moan as his world was transformed.


        “That’s my little boy,” CJ moaned.


        CJ’s cock ached and throbbed as his balls began to tighten up. His balls swung back and forth as his hips began to buck. Dalton stared at the bunny’s musky shaft and heavy scrotum.


“Wanna see what happens to a big boy peepee?” CJ asked.


“Yeah! Show me!” Dalton exclaimed.


CJ rolled over on the blanket, his throbbing cock sticking straight up. His foot paws dug into the blanket as he felt himself readying for release.


“Careful though, you don’t want to use any teeth and be as gentle as you can, okay?  We  are both very sensitive and that can hurt!”


Dalton nodded in agreement and brought his muzzle close. He opened his maw and wrapped it around CJ’s head. The grownup bunny’s head nearly filled the cub’s mouth, which was soft and slippery. He awkwardly twirled his tongue in an attempt to imitate CJ’s technique. CJ let out a deep moan as Dalton continued to suck his tip.


“Do me a favor little one, gently caress my balls,”


Dalton grabbed and fondled CJ's balls with both hands. As CJ’s tip began to leak precum, Dalton eagerly lapped it up. The cub swallowed the salty substance, savoring its musky aroma.


“Oh god yes.. such a good little boy,” CJ moaned.


“I love you!” Dalton declared, taking a gasp of fresh air and looking into CJ’s eyes.


“Reallies?!?” CJ asked, his cheeks going red.


“I pinky promise!” Dalton confirmed, taking one hand off CJ’s balls to intertwine pinkies with him.


“You make me feel sooo good, hun,” CJ panted heavily and gripped Dalton’s little paw firmly as the cub put his mouth around CJ’s glistening tip.


“Something’s gonna come out soon, alright?” CJ asked, watching Dalton nod in confirmation.


CJ howled in pleasure as his cock exploded with hot, thick cum, wave after wave of it spewing into Dalton’s little maw. Dalton flinched but began to gulp down CJ’s jets of seed.


“Such a good little boy,” CJ gasped, “thank you Dalton, I needed that badly,”


Dalton looked up at CJ with adoring eyes. The little squirrel’s cum glazed muzzle was still full. He took one final gulp of the pungent, salty seed before taking a deep breath of fresh air.


“Let’s get you a bottle of water and clean that up,” CJ said, grabbing a baby wipe from the changing kit.


Dalton laid sprawled out on the blanket with a smile on his face, gasping and drooling cum. CJ bent over and gently wiped his face clean before offering him a water bottle. The exhausted squirrel gulped it down, a little water spilling onto his chest.


“Aww, so cute!  I hope you enjoyed yourself with me, Dalton?  Are you ready to get dressed and head back home?  We should get you a nice bath before your mommy gets home.  I could help if you want?  But now you’re a big boy,” CJ said, holding Dalton close.


“I had such an awesome time, CJ!”