Bad Behavior

“Jake, stop it!” The elephant turned around to see the gray wolf snickering, one hand to his muzzle. Jake sat behind Rory - this big nerdy elephant - in English class, and the teacher had stepped out for a few minutes, thinking all would be well. It would’ve been, if not for Jake’s incessant bullying. Rory furrowed his brows, trying to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes. Rory wasn’t the wolf's only victim, but he dreaded his boring history class because that's when he bothered him the most.

“What’re you gonna do about it Dumbo, cry?” He reaches out quickly with one paw and gives the elephants trunk a hard tug. Rory, who was about to cry about it, decides to turn back around to ignore him. Of course this just eggs the wolf on further, who starts kicking the back of his desk violently. He’s about to turn around again when the teacher comes back in. Instantly, he raises his hand.

“Yes, Rory?”

“Mr. Adler, I need to use the restroom!” He almost shouts it out, not trying to look at Jake or the other students around him.

“Alright, but be quick.” Rory gets up immediately, briskly walking out of the classroom. “I don’t want you missing too much…class…”

Rory didn’t have to go to the bathroom, but he did need to talk to Mr. Kirby, the middle schools guidance counselor. He always thought the lion was weird - too friendly with his round framed glasses and deep voice that didn’t fit his lean build, but he had to talk to someone about Jake.  He knew he wasn’t the only one the mean wolf antagonized - His friends had also been called a bunch of mean names, their tails pulled and rumors spread, all coming from him. The wolf relished in the attention - all the cool kids would egg him on to watch the nerdy ones get upset. He was tired of it.

Mr. Kirby’s office was pretty small and filled with filing cabinets and drawers, a couple odd trinkets on top of them. Along the walls were a plethora of upbeat platitudes - ‘Hang in there’s,  ‘Never give up’s and ‘Shoot for the moon’s’ on every side. In the middle of it all, the asiatic lion, his big flowing mane draping down onto a green argyle turtleneck sweater, his eyes trained on some papers. He doesn’t notice the elephant until he knocks.

“Oh, hello! You’re…Rory, right?” It bothers the elephant that the lion knows his name, but he probably knows a lot of kids' names.

“Yeah. Um, am I allowed to talk to you about problems?” Rory was pretty sure he could, but he’d never braved the counselors office before.

“Of course, Rory! Take a seat, tell me what's troubling you.” He points to an armless computer chair on the side of the room. It’s on wheels, so the elephant rolls it over in front of the lions desk and sits down.

“Umm… It’s about this wolf, his name is Jake. I’ve told teachers about him before, and I know other kids have too, but he just gets suspended for a day whenever things get too bad. And he always makes fun of my ears, and in history class he kicks the back of my chair and calls me Dumbo, like i haven’t heard that before and he always…”

The lion let the young elephant ramble on about Jake - he knew very well who that wolf was. That troublemaker didn’t do too much physically - he just had a terrible attitude. Name calling, lying, defacing bathroom walls…And the occasional tail - and now, snout - pulling. That little punk had been on his radar as soon as he arrived two months ago, but the principal could only do so much legwork. They didn’t have enough room in their remedial behavior class for someone like Jake. He had been in the lions office twice, for fifteen minutes a piece. He was aloof and interested in actively breaking rules to get reactions. He had a creative streak if his graffiti was anything to go by, but more than anything the pup needed a firm hand - that was obvious to anyone who spent a class with him.

Thankfully, Mr. Kirby had been talking to the principal, and he’d convinced him that the pup would do good under his supervision over the rest of the teachers. It took a little convincing, but the empty classroom that connected to his office would be put to good use.

The lion nodded his head and smiled as Rory finished his story. The young elephant looked on the verge of tears - having been bullied would do that. He put on a thoughtful look before speaking.

“Rory, you’re right about not being the first person to have trouble with this wolf. I know it can be really hard to deal with someone who calls you names and teases you, but the people that do that only do it because of your reaction.” The elephant didn’t seem comforted by that - some kids figured that out themselves. Of course, reactions weren’t the only reason kids did it. The lion sighs.  “They also do it if they think they’ll fit in by picking on certain kids, which is absolutely terrible. If I could wave my hand and never see a group of kids bully one, I would. Do you want me to call your English teacher? I can keep you here for this period.”

Rory nodded his head without a word. Dr. Kirby was going to have to teach that wolf a very long, important lesson.

—

Jake Stanton didn’t give a shit about the guidance counselor. He’d seen that vest-wearing schmuck peering at him in the hallways over the past few weeks and he was over it. He’d only been in this new middle school for two months and he already had a weirdo adult breathing down his neck. It was on his mind since yesterday, when he teased Rory so much that the little loser ran out of the class and went crying to that lion. The principal had seen him after that and let him know he’d be meeting with Mr. Kirby this morning, but he didn’t know when. He sat down against the wall of the entryway where kids would filter in over the next hour or so, pulling out his notebook to doodle in and finishing off a bottle of water.

He’d rather be at school right now then home - it was easier to focus on his doodling that way. He usually gets here early to enjoy the quiet. No one would bother him until those boys on the lacrosse team came over to talk with him about things like girlfriends and what pills Frank found in his older brothers dresser - honestly, he didn’t care about any of that stuff. At some point they’d talk about all the losers in school and give Jake funny ideas to prank them with. Worms in someones lunchbox, getting pantsed between classes, fake love letters to girls, all the normal fun stuff.

It was fun for Jake to see what he could get away with, but it was also cool to see the boys laugh with him. It made him feel part of the group. He needed that - he didn’t know how long he’d be here.

Whatever. With his head down in his notebook doodling away, he doesn’t notice the lion walk up to him, looming over the seventh grader.

“Hey there, Jake.” 

The wolf looks up, a scowl on his face.

“What do you want?”

“The principal said you’re gonna spend the morning with me.” Mr. Kirby peered down at the boy, a warm smile on his face.

The wolf scowled yet again. He was wary of the lion, this morning wearing a solid black sweater vest over a light blue dress shirt. Mr. Kirby was smiling - a constant if there ever was one. Jake couldn’t imagine the lion wearing the scowl that he was. But if all he had to put up with was the lion in exchange for skipping a class or two, he wasn’t going to complain.

“Fine.” Jake stuffed his notebook back in his bag and stood up. Almost no one was here - yet. Even the teachers didn’t show up this early. Usually it was just the secretary, and today it seemed like Mr. Kirby as well. He wonders if the lion showed up just for him.

“Take a seat.” It’s a familiar room - he’s been in there a couple of times. He figures today will be like before. The lion would ask him questions he didn’t feel like answering and then he’d make fun of the counselors terrible fashion choices. He does take a seat, noticing two bottles of orange juice on the desk.

“Have a juice. You hungry?” The wolf nods silently. He didn’t get breakfast this morning, but it looked like the lion had two sandwiches from the Tim Hortons a few blocks away. The lion sits down in his big chair, the seat creaking as he leans back before one feline paw pushes the sandwich toward him.

They sit there in silence for a minute, both of them unwrapping and eating the sandwiches. Mr. Kirby watched Jake nearly scarf down his breakfast bagel, and felt a little pang of guilt for what was about to happen next.

“Wow, you really wolfed that down, didn’t ya?” 

To the lions surprise the wolf barked, a sudden laugh. “Yeah, I guess I did, huh?” Looks like the boy appreciated a pun. He opened up his bottle of juice and drank it all in one go - he didn’t realize that the seal had been broken already, and didn’t think twice about how it tasted a little off to be just orange juice, but it still hit the spot.

“Well, was that a good breakfast?” The lion folds his arms and leans back in his chair.

“Yeah! Thanks.” Jake looked down. “It was tasty.” He watches his feet dangling off the chair when he realizes his vision is a little blurry. He looks back up at the lion, who’s watching him intently.

“Mishter Kirrrby? I think shhomethings wrong with tha break…breakfast…” No sooner did he finish the sentence did the wolf slump back in the chair, going totally limp. Kirby should act quick. He grabs the boy under his arms and drags Jake into the adjoining room - once a classroom, now something much more specialized.

—

“Little Jakey…Are we waking up?” Jake moaned. What had just happened? He was eating that sandwich with the lion, and then he got real dizzy… He wipes the sleep from his eyes with his arm, looking around.

Where the hell was he? He was still in school - this was…A classroom, but it was all different. Everything was all brightly colored. There weren’t any desks in the middle of the room either. Scattered around the room were a bunch of kids toys - like, kid kid toys. For babies. All the windows were covered with dark curtains, and - wait, am I in a crib? He recognizes the way the bars are set up all too soon. He was in a crib, surrounded by green and blue blankets and plushies, a little set of baby toys hanging above him.

His eyes keep scanning the room - there, just behind him, stands Mr. Kirby in his casual school attire, sweater vest and all. 

“Mr. Kirby? What the fuck is this!?” He goes to grab the bars of the crib, but he realizes his hands have been stuck tight in blue mitts, strapped tight around his wrists, forcing them into fists. He also feels a tug at his ankles and takes a good look at the rest of him.

“Language, Jake! Goodness!” Around the wolf’s black ankle fur were cuffs, attached to each side of the crib by straps. They were loose and let him move his feet around a little, but if they were on there was no way he was leaving the crib. That wasn’t all - the wolf wasn’t wearing pants anymore. The only thing he was wearing aside from those mitts were a big poofy diaper with some childish dinosaur pattern on it. It was big and snug on him, and he was horrified at the idea of wearing some baby diaper when he was clearly NOT a baby!

He turned back to the lion with a nasty glare.

“Explain. Why am I in a god damn diaper?”

“Jake, I’ll tell you this one time, and one time only. You’re in a diaper because you need some re-education, and this was decided to be the best course of action by me. What that means is you’re going to be a cute little puppy for Mr. Kirby, okay? No bad language. No rash behavior. And no rudeness! Any of it will be met with swift punishment, and you’ll see just how much of a little tyke I can make you feel like. Conversely, follow my rules and you’ll be rewarded! Do you understand?”

Jake heard the words, but he couldn’t believe them for a second. There was no way he was being treated like a toddler in a nursery when he was in middle school.

“Fuck off.” He looks right into the lions eyes, the words coming out with anger.

“Ah, you understand entirely then.”

“I - I’m not gonna be a baby, let me out of here!” He loses sight of the lion and starts to panic. This is too weird, he thinks, but he’s still in school, right? All he had to do was leave the room, get out of the crib somehow. That should be real easy, but…

He couldn’t find the door to the hallway. He knew the door by the crib led back to the counselors office, but there’s no other door in this room - along the wall opposite the blacked out windows were brightly colored shelves and nothing more.

Maybe if he yelled for help?

It’s too late for that though - the lion has snuck up behind him, and he doesn’t see him place a pink leather muzzle around his face until it’s too late. The wolf tried to use his paws to swat the cat away, but it isn’t easy sitting down with the lion so far above him.

At the end of the muzzle is a pacifier, and the lion manhandles his head gently to make sure that it’s properly in Jake’s maw.

“No language is better than bad language in my nursery, little puppy. Keep acting out and you’ll lose other privileges, too.” The lion kept a cheery smile on his face while the wolf wore a sneer on his own. The muzzle and all its straps were colored a bright pink, as was the pacifier at the tip. Jake could look as angry as he wanted to - all Kirby saw was a fussy little baby.

“Now puppy, this is a very big room we have all to ourselves! And you need to learn how to get around, so I’m going to just…” He reaches into the crib and undoes the ankle restraints. “Pop these off, and when I let down the wall you can come to the puzzle mat, ok?” Jake thinks the lion’s up to something as he slides the crib wall down, jogging to the middle of the room.

“Come over here, pup. Come on!” Jake went to stand and quickly realized something was wrong - there was something in the booties he was wearing - something spiky, something that really hurt his feet when he started to put pressure on them.

“What’s the matter, kiddo? Maybe try on your hands and knees, hmm?” That sinister lion. Avoiding eye contact entirely, the wolf turns himself over on the side of the crib and lets his knees fall to the floor. With nothing poking into his paws, he can crawl around the room without any pain. Now he just has to…

“Come to daddy, puppy!” He’s not sure he wants to know what else the lion has up his sleeves as punishment at the moment, so he starts toward the center of the room, crawling over the colored foam mat that covers half the floor. He stops when he sees a pair of loafers in front of him.

“Good job, champ! That’s a great first step.” The fur on his head is ruffled - it would feel great if the context was anything else, Jake thinks. I don’t need praise. I don’t want it either!

The lion squats down to meet with the wolf’s face. Kirby knew this would be embarrassing and overwhelming for the pup, and he doesn’t want to push that too far in one direction too quickly. He wouldn’t force him to make eye contact, but he should always be trying to follow directions.

“Can you sit criss-cross applesauce for me?” His cheeks burning red, Jake leans on his mitts and crosses his legs like he’s told.

“Alright!” The lion goes into to scratch at his chin and Jake tries to evade it - he doesn’t want anyone touching his face anymore. Kirby pauses, but accepts this.

“Well puppy, if you keep following the rules you might get some extra fun time in! I’ll let that be a surprise. In the mean time, I think you should know I’ve been looking through one of these big boy toys you have-” The lion pulls a smartphone out of his back pocket - it’s Jakes. It’s dinged up and kind of small for a smartphone, but it was a hand me down from his dad so he couldn’t complain. Now it was in the school counselors paws, and a pit started forming in Jake’s stomach.

“And it wasn’t that hard to get into. Six-nine-six-nine? Such a dirty little pup. Anyways, what a surprise it was to find all these naughty things on here! I didn’t know I had such a frisky puppy on my hands-” Jake swats at the lion with one mitt, trying feebly to take the phone away from Mr. Kirby. He didn’t know what he’d do with it, but he couldn’t let the lion say what he found on there. No one was supposed to know, not a single soul could know he was gay-

“Calm down pup! Oh, do you think I’m gonna tell somebody?” Kirby doesn’t realize how deep this would hit the wolf pup, but the canine looked like he was fighting back tears. Kirby needs to get the wolf to see him as someone he can open up to. That’s imperative. One big paw gently lands on the wolf’s shoulder.

“Jake, everything that happens in my nursery stays in my nursery. OK?” The wolf doesn’t react - he’s looking at the puzzle foam mats and breathing heavily.

“I really don’t care if you’re gay, promise.” The wolf just shakes his head to say ‘no’.

“What, you aren’t gay?” He shakes ‘no’ again.

“I mean, puppy, your browser searches are…” He considers reading them out loud. Man gay kissing. Penis blowjob. Gay sex. Gay 69. Golden showers gay - huh. That one would stay in the back of his mind. 

“Your phone says you’re gay, Jake.” Jake just keeps shaking his head no, as if ignoring the situation would make it go away. Kirby knows he should tread carefully - in the back of his mind he’s aware of how risky this whole thing is. He needs the canine to trust him fully, and fast. So why not just…

Jake feels the top of his head ruffled again and stops shaking his head. For the first time all morning, the lion and wolf cub meet eyes. The friendly smile Kirby wore was never forced, and only now does Jake realize that. The lions paw reaches a little lower, and this time Jake lets him scratch his chin. He instinctively lifts his head up to give the lion easier access - Mr. Kirby started using both paws to soothe the boy.

“What happens in here stays in here, alright puppy?” Jake lets the lion pet him, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He leans into the lions chest, just underneath his fluffy mane. It doesn’t matter if I’m gay here. He repeats that in his head like a mantra - it helps take the focus off of the weird baby stuff. He still doesn’t get why it’s necessary. He still doesn’t know why this is happening - he’s pretty sure this isn’t standard guidance counselor procedure, unless they’ve been keeping it a secret from everyone this whole time.

Mr. Kirby on the other hand, was wondering if this boy was ever given physical affection with the way he leaned into his paws. The dogs eyes fluttered as one paw rubbed at his chest in quick circles, scratching a canine itch he didn’t know he had. He feels one of the wolf's paws reach around his frame for a hug - seems like the kid needed this.

But he can’t just go full throttle with affection at the start. When the lion takes his hands off the pup and stands, he notices the wolf’s ears flatten and almost feels bad. He really must’ve liked that. 

“Now, today is real easy. I’m going to go back into my office for awhile and do adult stuff. You can sit here and play for a little while - I’ll even put cartoons on for you! You can explore the room if you like, play with your stuffies and blocks - but remember to be in quiet mode!” Mr. Kirby whispers that part loudly. “If I hear you from my office, you’ll be in big trouble, pup.”

All Jake could do is look at the childish toys in front of him as the burning in his cheeks returned. These were really his options for entertainment. Of course, it looks like he could also cozy up with one of the blankets and pillows and watch the Backyardigans on the screen in front of him. Truly exciting choices to make.

“Oh, and Jakey?” The pup looked up at the lion, and the lion had to pause. It had been awhile since he’d gotten his paws on a troublemaker, and he just couldn’t deny it - this one was kind of cute.

“You probably will have to use the potty soon, if the empty bottle of water and juice have anything to say. Remember - you’re wearing your potty! I better see it used when I come back for you, pup!” Jake’s cute expression turned to one of horror - he was expected to use the diaper? How long was he supposed to be in this room for? All day!? All at once the wolf had a hundred questions that only came out as muffled gags through the pacifier in his mouth.

“Oh hush, little pup. Try using that pacifier right. Daddy Kirby won’t be far, I promise.” He walked over the door and looked behind him. “About an hour, okay?” The lion sends a knowing wink to Jake and walks through the door.

He had to pee. Not a lot - but he could feel the pressure there. He was not peeing in his diaper, there was no way. He would have to distract himself with other things. Like… Fuck it. Block time. 

It’s harder than Jake expects to build anything with blocks given the mitts make him clumsy. He fumbles with every wooden block he picks up, and he can’t go three minutes without knocking his little makeshift buildings over. It’s ten minutes before he gives up on reaching his goal - normally achievable, but a pipe dream for a little pup in diapers.

Scattered around are some pillows and blankets - he could make a little bed for himself and just tune out for the rest of the hour. He scanned the room a little further from his hands and knees - there was a really big bear plush by the shelves against the window. Without thinking about it, he crawls toward the bear and picks it up, shuffling back to the pile of blankets and pillows in front of the TV.

He doesn’t want to think about why he’s falling into the lion’s weird fantasies. He’s not a toddler, he’s twelve years old! He shouldn’t have been playing with blocks, or crawling around, or snuggling up to the big teddy bear and watching baby shows, or - what did that lion say about the pacifier? 

Jake doesn’t remember using a pacifier - why would he? He figures the idea is easy. You just…you suck on it. Right? He tries it out, just out of curiosity. It doesn’t feel bad - actually, it felt like what he was supposed to do with it. The muzzle was keeping the pacifier stuck in there anyways - might as well suckle on it.

The wolf is concerned about all these childish things he’s giving in to, but he rests easy knowing that he won’t use the diaper because he totally didn’t have to pee.

—

When Mr. Kirby opens the door to the nursery, Jake is drifting off to sleep. He doesn’t catch the lion admiring the wolf curled up in a blanket, the big teddy bear resting on top of him in his arms. He even catches him suckling on the pacifier - what a quick learner!

“Oh my, it isn’t nap-time yet, tyke.” He nudges the wolf on the shoulder, and the boy jolts awake.

“You look so cute with your teddy bear! And it looks like you played with some blocks, too. Good job entertaining yourself, pup.” He shoots the wolf one of those warm smiles and scratches his chin again. The friendly touch was starting to grow on him, but he won’t admit it to himself.

Without warning, the lion grabs at his diaper, squeezing his crotch. Aside from feeling very funny, it’s unexpected for the wolf, who looks at the lion with alarm.

“Sorry Jake, but I do have to check your diaper. And you haven’t used it yet! Don’t you have to go pee-pee?” The wolf did not need to go pee-pee - he could hold it. He was sure of it. He doesn’t acknowledge the lion.

“Jake, look at me. Do you have to go pee?” The pups cheeks are burning from embarrassment. He doesn’t want to look the lion in the eyes, doesn’t want to feel the power he has over him - he looks anyway. Mr. Kirby is clearly anticipating a response. What can he possibly say?

He goes with what his mind is screaming - no. He shakes his head side to side.

“Ah ah, that’s a lie and we both know it, tyke. C’mon, get out of those blankets.” Jake doesn’t want to - he doesn’t know what the lion has in store. He tries to stay curled up in the blankets but the lion uncovers him and picks him up from under his arms.

It takes everything in his power to not struggle against the lion - he didn’t want to get on Mr. Kirby’s bad side. He was carried like that over to the side of the room, his diapered rump placed on a low shelf. His bootied feet could touch the floor from here, but he didn’t put any weight on them. Those little spikes were no joke.

“If you aren’t gonna pee in your diaper someone’s got to, pup.” Wait, what was he implying?

“Sit still, tyke. I know you won’t mind this…” For the first time the lion unzips his pants, shuffling aside his underwear, and his soft cock flops out. Jake’s mind rushes - the lion has gotten into his phone. Did he really know he was into golden showers? Was he going to drench him in his scent? He can’t take his eyes off his dick - it’s chubby, most of it covered in a sheath of brown fur. One paw brings that sheath back and aims the feline penis at the pups chest. Kirby is looming over the pup now, his legs straddling the young ones. Jake felt little in the presence of the older male, his shadow blocking out the fluorescent lights.

Mr. Kirby leaned down just a bit, using his free paw to open up the front of Jakes diaper. “Gotta make sure some of it goes in.”

Without warning, piss trickles and then flows out of the lions dick, hitting the pup square on his chest. The lion purposely avoids his face, trying to keep the gear clean if he can. The rest of the pup is soaked, though - Jake’s heart beats fast as the warm, clear-yellow liquid washes over his chest and torso, the smell just a little sharp. He can’t help but whimper at his situation, a noise that makes the lions ears perk up. He aims his cock further down, making sure to get a good bit of pee in the cub’s diaper.

Jake shuts his eyes and squirms where he sits, but it doesn’t stop the diaper he’s wearing from getting soggy. It’s odd feeling the padding soak something up for the first time. In the twenty seconds the lion aims for the diaper, it goes from completely dry to moderately wet. He can feel the area around his crotch get warmer because of it. The wolf pup lets out another whimper. Now the padding isn’t just soft, it’s soft and slick with the lion’s piss. It didn’t help that being pissed all over kind of turned him on, and he was sporting a semi without realizing it.

The lion, astute as ever, notices. He finishes pissing on the boy, giving his meat a few shakes, then zips back up.

“Well, it’s lovely to see your little cock trying to get hard, puppy! But before we do anything else, you’ve got to use your diaper. Ok?” He speaks with a sing-song tone that makes Jake feel small and powerless. Well, he had been the entire time, but with the golden shower turning him on he hates the baby talk a little less.

Jake nods his head up and down. He gets it. He’s just not used to doing it - it went against everything his body told him to do. He jumps a little when the lion grabs at the back of his head, but it’s just to undo the straps around his muzzle. Jake lets out a sigh as the pacifier comes out of his mouth, licking his lips.

“You’ll only speak to tell Daddy when you’re peeing in your diaper.” Jake nods, holding back a gulp.

“Try spreading your legs apart.” He does - it seems to work, and he feels his bladder start to empty. He hesitates at first, but with his eyes closed he just imagines he’s sitting on a toilet, and - ah, there it is.

Kirby grins hearing the sound of the wolf's stream rush into the padding. Jake's face is scrunched up, but he manages to speak.

“D-daddy, I’m peeing in my diaper.” He says it quietly, embarrassed to be even doing such a thing, let alone saying it out loud like a cub in distress.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you, tyke.” Of course the lion wants him to say it again. 

“I’m p-peeing my diaper!” He barks it out this time, his voice quivering. He’s been holding it in for longer than he realized, and the warmth of his piss joins the lions in his padding.

“Oh, you’re peeing your diaper because you’re just a big baby?” God, this guy was really pushing it.

“I’m just a big baby who needs to pee his diapers, Daddy!” Even if Jake trusts that no one will ever see this, even if his audience is only one person, it’s hard for him to say. He can feel his eyes welling up out of embarrassment. He feels vulnerable in a very new way, one he’s not used to feeling. He wants Mr. Kirby to scratch his chin again. He liked that.

Hearing the sniffles in addition to the pup’s pee stream, the lion puts one hand on Jake’s shoulder and leans down.

“Good job, puppy! You did so good using your diaper! Doesn’t it feel so…” The lion takes on paw and squishes the diaper where his cock was. He’d lost the boner, but the sudden closeness to Mr. Kirby was bringing it back.

“So soggy? It’s warm, isn’t it?” Jake nods his head. 

“Ah, you’re so wet…Well, we’ll clean you up in a minute. I know new things can be hard to do, but overall I think you’re being a very good baby in my nursery for the first day. So I’m gonna give you a special treat. A visit from Mr. Buzzy!”

Jake stares at the wand with confusion. He hasn’t seen one before, in real life or in his searches on the internet. But when the lion flicks it on and it vibrates loudly, he thinks he gets the idea.

“C’mon pup, lay on your back.” It’s not the most ideal or comfortable spot, but the low shelf was long enough to fit the wolf. Mr. Kirby grabs a big plush from nearby and puts it underneath the wolf’s head.

As the wand hits the wet diaper, the wolf instinctually thrusts his hips upward. It was vibrating all the slick, smooth padding around his crotch, and it felt heavenly. It was so much better than just using his paw! Everything else about the situation fades away, and the piss-soaked pup is focused on getting the wand to make him blow.

“Aww, does puppy like it?” Jake nods his head, humping slowly into the wand. The lion has knelt down, and he puts his free paw on the pups chest, rubbing it in slow circles.

“It’s not gonna be this easy to get visits from Mr. Buzzy in the future, tyke. But I want to show you how good a reward can feel…” He presses the wand against the head of the canine’s dick, moving the wand side to side.

“Ahh…Ahh, Daddy…” With all the padding between his dick and the wand, that great sensation wasn’t consistent.

“What is it, cub?” The lion lets up on the wand a little. 

“Please let me cum, daddy!” Now he’s excited - the lion can see the little pulsing lump his dick was making through the diapers. It’s always cute.

“In your diapers?” He’s gonna draw this one out - really make him feel the situation.

“In my diapers Daddy!” His voice cracks.

“The diapers I peed in and then you peed in? How do those feel, Jakey?” 

“T-they’re so warm and wet, but it f-feels good…” It’s true. He likes how they rub against his dick, how his little cock sinks into the wet padding. Being marked by the older male is just a bonus.

“So you wanna cum in your soggy diapers, Jakey?”

“Y-yeah - ahhhn…” The wand stops - that wasn’t enough for Kirby.

“Hey!” The lack of the wand snaps the pup out of everything. Why’d you take that off!?

“Watch your tone, pup.” Jake’s ears flatten. 

“Look at me pup, and tell me you want to cum in your soggy diapers.”

“I…” It takes him a minute to find the mental fortitude to say the phrase while looking at the lions stern face.

“I wanna come in my soggy diapers, daddy!” Dr. Kirby smirks.

“Keep saying it and I’ll turn it on high for you, kiddo.”

“P-please let me cum in my wet diapers, I- I need to, I’m such a big baby, it’s the only way…” Jake feels insane repeating the phrases over and over again, but eventually the lion flicks the switch in the other direction and the buzzing is suddenly a lot louder, the vibrations more intense. The lions got one hand rubbing the boys chest again, and his mitted paws are holding onto that arm as he thrusts, trying desperately to cum. He can feel himself on the edge, and he needs to let Daddy know.

“Daddy, I’m gonna c-cum - ah, ahh, ahhhhh!!” Kirby can see the pups little dick pulsing and imagines it shooting rope after rope of cum into the padding. The kids arms are wrapped around him as he shouts in pleasure. 

“Goooood puppy! That’s what good behavior looks like, tyke.” He leans over and gives the cub the tiniest peck on the cheek. It flusters the cub, but he’s too drained to do anything about it.

“Ok, let’s clean you up…”

It takes a few minutes. He wasn’t going to try and use a shower in the school with the kid, and he wasn’t letting him out of his sight til the school day was over, but some towels and a sponge cleaned off his fur nicely. Jake, tired of feeling embarrassed, now just feels flush as Mr. Kirby goes through all his fur with warm water. They don’t speak much during it - Jake has too many thoughts rushing through his head. Kirby has an idea of what they are, but asking about them would ruin the moment. He’ll let the cub do any talking.

After toweling off his upper body, he figures he’d change the kids diaper. Jake doesn’t struggle when he’s lifted to the changing table, figuring this would happen sometime soon. He doesn’t want to look at the lion as he undoes the strips of the diaper. He’s embarrassed again.

“Lift your butt up, buddy.” Ah, to get it off. He didn’t know how the first diaper got on him - he was unconscious from…wait did this guy spike the orange juice? Whatever. He leans on his upper body and the lion takes out the used diaper, wiping his private areas down. The baby wipes are cool, and a little too much against his sensitive soft dick. He squirms for a couple seconds, catching the lion grin at his discomfort.

With his butt still up, the lion slides another diaper under his rear. The wolf feels like he should say something.

“Umm…Mr Buzzy was…really nice.” He hopes it's OK to talk casually. The lion raises an eyebrow, grabbing baby powder and coating his fur with it. 

“Well, good kiddos that follow all the rules get Mr. Buzzy.” The lion pulls the fresh diaper over the cubs crotch, pulling the sides over so the whole thing fit nice and snug. 

“I…I guess I’m not always a good kiddo, yeah?” The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes how obvious his pranks were. He didn’t really cover his tracks.

“That’s why you’re here, tyke.” 

He says it in a way that makes Jake feel bad. Like he had started off disappointing the lion - but he had been so nice to him, in a way that no one ever had been! If he did disappoint Mr. Kirby, he’d try and make sure that never happened again. 

There was something else on his mind, too.

“You know I’m gay. And you don’t care.” Kirby had to hold back a laugh. Of course he didn’t care! He was a grown man treating behavioral problems in minors with intimate age regression, he didn’t care if they were gay!

“No Jake, I don’t care. I promise. And I meant what I said. Everything that happens in here, everything you tell me, I won’t tell anyone.” Jake nods in response, and Kirby thinks he can see the faintest smile on his face.

“Alright, well at this point in the day it’s naptime. And we have a special naptime jacket to wear!” The lion pulls out a blue fleece jacket with a bunch of straps. Too many straps for a normal jacket.

“I can’t believe I just had this lying around, but I think it’s gonna fit you perfectly.” Jake sits up. It isn’t just a jacket - it’s a straitjacket, and Jake puts his mitted paws inside without any extra coaxing.

“Eager to try it out, tyke? It makes nap time a lot easier, I promise.” Jake lets out a little whine when the lion moves him on to his stomach to strap the back of the jacket closed. There’s also a big piece of the fabric that goes over his new diaper. It’s…certainly cozy, he can’t lie. He’s stuck giving himself a warm hug, and the material is snug against his fur.

Without warning, the lion scoops him up and carries him back into the oversized crib. He’s gentle with the wolf, pulling up some blankets over him to make sure he’s warm for the next hour.

“Does baby want his paci?” There’s the sing-song tone again. Jake nods his head. He likes how it feels in his maw. The lion sticks a blue pacifier by the wolf's muzzle and he wordlessly takes it with his teeth, sucking at it like a baby would.

“Well we’ve had an exciting day but it’s time to rest for a bit! Before I turn the lights out, do you want me to read you a story, Jakey?”

The lion expects the cub to say ‘no’. Most of the time they say no on the first day. It’s too much all at once, too much kindness, too much attention. But Jake has never had someone give him so much attention for as long as he can remember, and as weird as it all is, he thinks he can trust Mr. Kirby. He likes how the lion scratches his chin and rubs his tummy, how gentle he is when he handles the pup…The baby talk could take some getting used to. But it was attention he didn’t get anywhere else. So if the lion wants to read him a story for naptime, he’d let him. 

And when the wolf nods his head up and down, still sucking on the pacifier the whole time, Daddy Kirby knew he’d won all of this cubs trust over in just a day. Jake didn’t care so much about the story itself - he fell asleep listening to the soothing, fatherly voice of the lion by the time the short book was finished.