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I pounded my fist into the floor, sobbing heavily into my sister's lap. The yellow stain between my legs seemed to grow bigger with each movement as the diaper absorbed more of the pee. I hated it and my mother for making me wear it. Aome watched me cry in her lap with a sad expression, knowing she could do little to help.

"Why me? What did I do?" I cried into her lap, half expecting her to answer.

Aome frowned. "Tell me what happened..."

I sat up, wiping my eyes, trying to remember through my emotions. It was a typical Friday...

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. I gathered up my books and dashed down the hall, bursting through the doors, smile on my face as I practically jumped down the stairs of Golden Paw Elementary, landing in a puddle from the rain. I soaked my sky blue sneakers and wet the hem of my jeans, but I didn't care, it was the weekend! Of course though, being that we were already done with the first week of the quarter, report cards would be mailed out today. But I didn't worry, I was confident that I had passed, maybe not all A's, but I was sure I had good grades. As I got on the bus, noticed my best friend, Steven, a tiger, sitting by the window in the third seat from the front. I grinned and jumped into the spot next to him.

"Excited for the weekend?" I asked the tiger cub as I sat down. Steven nodded and held up some tickets.

"Saturday's gonna be the best day ever!" He exclaimed happily, "My big bro got tickets for the Furtasy!"

"Lucky!" I said jealously. "I wanted to go to that concert, but mom and dad say 'we don't have enough money,' so I can't. But once they see my good grades they'll regret not getting tickets!"

Steven chuckled and punched my arm playfully, right on the white X on the sleeve of my lime green t-shirt. "You always say things like that Taro, you silly fox."

I laughed and rubbed the back of my head, "Yeah, I guess so, don't I?" I chuckled a bit more and sighed a bit. "All I got to look forward to, for now anyway, is the TV and video games."

"Like that's a bad thing." Steven said jokingly, and we both laughed. Thats why I like Steven so much, he can make anything funny, but knows when to stop.

The bus pulled up to my stop and I hopped off, excited to put my backpack away for the weekend and spend some time in front of the TV. "I'm home!" I said, entering the house.

Aome was standing at the end of the hall in nothing but her diaper, her black-tipped tail flicking happily, her long brown hair tied into a ponytail like always. Her kindergarden classes get out at noon. She was 6, but was unable to control herself after that incident two years ago. She disappeared while playing in the backyard...we found her several hours later, covered in blood and beaten nearly to death. The doctor said she'd fully recover, except for her bladder, which had been severely damaged in the beating. I could hear her crying every time mom changed her. She dashed up and greeted me with a hug as always. "Welcome home brother!"

I could only smile and return the hug before I was able to slip my backpack off. I sniffed the air. "Aome, did you wet your diaper?"

She suddenly sniffled. "I...I...didn't mean to..."

I rubbed her back reassuringly. "Don't cry Aome. It's ok."

She cried harder. "I SHOULD be able to control it!" She sniffled again.

I let out a sigh and took hold of her paw gently. "Don't worry Aome," I told her, "You're gonna beat this, I know it!"

Aome looked up at me, here eyes puffed and filled with tears. "Do you really mean that Taro?" She asked me, sniffling and still crying.

I nodded at her. "Yes I do. You're strong enough."

She smiled slightly, my words getting through to her. I ruffled her hair and chuckled a bit. "There's a smile. Now then, mom won't be home for 2 hours. How about I change you now?"

Aome nodded slowly, taking my paw in her's nervously. "Ok brother..."

I smiled a bit, leading her upstairs, into mom and dad's bathroom, getting the folding changing table out of the closet and setting it up. I then slipped my paws under Aome's arms and lifted her onto the table; she instinctively laid down. I untaped her diaper, practically golden with pee in the front, and looked like she jumped into mud in the back. I slid it from under her, balling it up and tossing it into the trashcan. I then kneeled down, looking for the wipes and diapers, finding them on the floor of the closet. I got them and put them on the counter, then the powder. I took one of the wipes out and and wiped it over her, well, I didn't know the word for it, so I called it a fold. It was soaked with pee, the fur around it matted, and the middle of it was dripping pee. I noticed her shivering a bit as I wiped her; I wasn't sure, but i think she liked it. When that was clean, I lifted her body a bit, wiping over her butthole, the main area of it covered in her poo, which slid easily off. "Those meanies still picking on you?"

She nodded sadly. I could see she was sobbing silently, trying to hide it, but hating herself for having these accidents. "I am not a baby..."

"I know that, sis. Shame the jerk got away who hurt you like that." When she was clean, I slid a new diaper under her, powdered her, and taped her new diaper together.

"There you go sis." I told her, patting her head. "And remember, don't let those bullies at school get to you, ok?"

"Ok brother," she sniffled, hugging me. "Thank you."

After putting everything away, I led her downstairs, turning on some cartoons. The cartoons after school usually aren't that great, but they keep Aome occupied while we wait for mom. She slowly began to smile again, giggling somewhat at the television.

After an hour and a half, mom entered through the door carrying a bunch of mail, her mahogany hair matted from the stress of being a middle school teacher, her slightly graying fur having some splotches of paint on it. She dropped her leather bags next to mine and walked in, taking off her brown leather jacket and setting it on the chair in the living room, leaving only her crimson blouse and deep blue jeans. Her tail, like Aome's also had a black tip. Aome all but flew to her feet. "Momma!" She ran to her, hugging her leg.

Mom kneeled down and picked her up. "Hey baby girl."

"I am NOT a baby!" She retorted defiantly, folding her arms and pouting.

"Right, I'm sorry. Big girl." ?

Her face lightened up and she hugged her happily.

I stood up and turned to her, smile on my face. "Did report cards come yet?"

She sat down on the couch. "I don't know, let's see..." After flipping through the mail, she found one from my school. "Did you do well in your classes?"

I nod eagerly, watching her take the envelope from the pile, "Yeah I'm pretty sure you'll like it."

Mom opened the envelope and took out the report card, which was folded twice to fit into the envelope. "I'm hoping so, you usually always do good." She unfolded the paper and scanned it. I didn't see what was on it, but whatever it is, it had to be bad, because the smile my mom had quickly faded and got replaced with a frown, her eyebrows also angling, so her whole face was an expression of anger.

"Taro," she started, a harshness in her voice, "Get over here. Now."

I whined a bit and slowly walked over, curious as to what she saw, yet dreading it at the same time. "What is it mom?" I asked nervously. She shoved the report card in my face.

"Read it." She stated bluntly.

I took it and started reading, the blood draining from my face as I looked at what I had seen. I had failed nearly everything. Everything! The only thing I didn't fail was Art, in which I had a C-, but everything else was flat-out F's! I thought this was a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. There was no way I could have done this bad. But the records didn't lie.

"This is... impossible..." I said in disbelief, my mouth hung open in shock.

"Upstairs! NOW!"

I ran upstairs as fast as I could, hiding under my bed. I began crying to myself, trying to wake up, knowing I wasn't dreaming. I could hear her muttering across the hall. Aome must still be downstairs, wondering what is happening. My door suddenly flew open. Mom was standing in it, looking furious. She held one of my sister's diapers in her paws. "Get out here!"

I started crying, shaking as I crawled out from under the bed, knowing it would only be worse if I resisted. "Please mommy, don't make me wear that..."

"Take your clothes off!" She commanded, clearly furious.

I sobbed, terrified as I slowly pulled my shirt off, then each sock. I slowly slid my pants down, revealing my short boy parts to her.

"On your bed!"

I laid down slowly, crying harder. She lifted my legs, sliding it under me. The soft padding caught me as she placed me down. I began kicking, desperately trying not to be diapered. "No! Mommy! Please! I don't want to wear a diaper!"

She growled. "You are eight years old Taro! You should be passing with all As! You clearly aren't mature enough for third grade!"

She held my legs down and forced the front of the diaper up between my legs, shaking some powder to prevent diaper rash. I cried and struggled as the soft diaper formed around my boy parts before being held snug to my body. I closed my eyes as I heard her fixing the tapes into place, leaving me diapered. I cried harder. "NO!" My paws immediately went to pull off the tapes, but were blocked by my mom's paw, which followed through across my face.

I held the spot I was slapped, crying harder as she continued your yelling. "Babies wear diapers! You will wear that until you can show me you are old enough to be in the third grade! Now put your clothes away, you aren't allowed to wear them."

I nodded slowly, doing as I was told. "How long?"

She growled, my question seemingly provoking her more. "Forever if you ask that again!"

I broke down in tears. "It's not fair! I tried!"

She cut me off, ready to smack me again. "Clearly not enough!"

My continued arguing was rewarded with me being pulled over her lap. I struggled, knowing what was about to happen. "No! Mommy! Please, I'm sorry! I'll wear the diaper!"

She didn't seem to hear me and brought her paw down hard on my padded rear, which still hurt and made me start crying. She continued for a minute, but it felt like an eternity to me, her paw seeming to get harder and harder, my butt getting sorer and sorer. Every time I would try to scream in pain she'd just smack even harder than she was, which was already getting progressively harder the longer she went on, each smack ringing painfully in my ears, her paw feeling like bricks getting bashed against my rear. When she finally finished, she made me sit down, which made me cry even more from the pain, which felt like a whole hive of bees had just stung me, all on the butt. I turned away.

"Look at me!" She all but yelled, making me whimper and quickly fix my tear-filled eyes on her.

"Now listen," she started, anger still dripping in her voice, "You will be allowed to wear your clothes at school. But under no circumstances are you to remove your diaper at all. And you will wear it to school. Is that clear?"

I nod slowly, whining, knowing that this was going to be horrible weekend.

I walked downstairs, sitting next to Aome, watching cartoons until dinner. I could see her looking at me, wishing to speak, but thinking better of it.

"Dinner's ready" Mom called to us.

We waddled into the kitchen, my diaper making loud crinkles as I walked, or tried to, as it made it hard to walk straight. We sat down in our chairs. I could see Aome's eyes light up as a bowl of mac' and cheese was placed in front of us. It was my favorite food, but being forced to wear diapers made me hate it. I slowly picked through the bowl for my favorite shapes, mostly just swirling it around in the bowl.

Mom blurted out at me, "If you aren't going to eat it, then you're done for the night."

"I'm eating mom..." I quickly shoveled a few spoon-fulls down to humor her, wanting to gag. I took a lot longer to finish then my usual. Aome, who usually finished after me, finished several minutes before. I slowly pushed my half-empty bowl away, not feeling hungry. I just wanted to cry. I slowly slid off the chair and waddled out, wincing with each loud crinkle of my diaper, which seemed all the more bulky as I left.

I heard mom shouting after me. "Now remember, you are not to take that off."

I whimpered and nodded, sniffling. I wish she didn't bring that up. I returned to the TV to watch some more cartoons, upset to discover they were over, and mom had turned the news on. I hated the news and started to crawl upstairs, feeling a pain in my bladder; it felt like my wee-wee would explode. I whimpered and quickly covered the area with my paw and ran to the bathroom, finding it locked. The light was off, so I ran back down, still holding my diaper over my boy parts, trying to hold it in, my legs shaking from the force I tried to hold back, a whimper in my voice as I spoke. "Mommy, I have to go potty...please open the bathroom door."

Her glare made me cower in fear. "You are a baby, and will go potty where babies do. Do you know where babies go potty?"

I whimpered, sniffling. "In their...diapers?"

She watched me. "Very good."

I cried, not wanting to wet my diaper. "No! Please mommy! Don't make me wet my diaper! Please! I promise I'll do better in school!"

She turned back to the news, ignoring me and leaving me in my sadness. I could only watch in horror as my pee forced its way out of my bladder and into my diaper. I fell to my knees, crying even more as I watched a yellow stain form between my legs, growing larger by the second, making the diaper puff with wetness, leaving it more and more uncomfortable as the pee kept coming, despite my attempts to stop it. I gave up on trying to stop it and crawled upstairs, finding Aome watching the scene from the top.

She hugged me. "It's not that bad...Taro...you get used to it after a while..."

I cried harder, falling into her lap, my pee finally stopping.

Aome hugged me to her body as I continued crying, almost curled up in a ball. She rubbed my back gently, my body shuddering as I cry and convulse.

"I hate it..." I said quietly, through my tears, "It's not fair... why me?"

I sighed sadly, hugging Aome to my body, wishing for this all to end.