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Not too much to say about this chapter. Yiffy bit is at the end, and the beggining starts with a somewaht graphic description. No scat, and everything stays in the diaper, but still, if you don't want to read it, skip to after the double rows of asterisks

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Stepping out of the car was a non trivial task. Even as I began to step one footpaw out onto the ground and stand up, I felt like I was going to loose control. I had to clench tightly just to avoid messing right then and there. My effort was in vain though, because as I stood fully up, the overwhelming pressure in my belly made me realize that there was no chance I'd be able to hold it in any longer.

I knew there was no way Alison would relent on my treatment, and even if she did, I don't think I could have made it into the bathroom before loosing control. I sighed to myself, but was careful to make sure it was quiet enough that the Otter wouldn't hear.

Without a word, I squatted down between Alison's car and the one parked next to it. This was only partially to help the process, but it was mostly to make sure no one could see me. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and pushed. My mind started to race with thoughts of how embarrassing this was, and how much I was dreading the next couple hours of walking around the mall. I kept thinking about how my pants were going to bulge, and how much I was going to waddle. Would anyone notice? What if they did? What if it was someone I knew?!

Pushing these thoughts aside, I curiously began to contemplate how messing in a diaper is quite a strange feeling. At first, it doesn't feel any different at all that just using the potty. Then, the diaper starts to tighten, tensing up around the back and reminding you of its presence. At this point, its too late to stop, and what comes next is the real kicker. As soon as you stop pushing, the diaper slides back, pressing the squishy mass against you, and leaving no doubt that you are trapped in diapers.

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It was only a few seconds after starting to push that I experienced this. But it didn't stop there; there was so much banana that I had to keep pushing. My padding started to sag, but then tightened again as I completely filled the seat of my diaper. By the time I was finished, I was almost in shock at how much the diaper could hold. Even more than that, I was in shock at how much -I- could hold.

Standing back up, I opened my eyes to see Alison. She was smiling at me, but not with the mischievous grin I was so used to seeing; this was much more like an approving gaze. Neither of us said anything, but neither of us needed to. I had done just what she had expected of me. Knowing what the Otter expected next, I started walking towards the mall entrance. She turned to follow me, and I felt a firm, but somehow reassuring, pat on my rump. Blushing bright red, I let out a small whimper, which seemed to prompt Alison to finally say something. I knew what she was going to say before she said it, but it still caused me to splay my ears,

"Good boy."

I waddled my way across the parking lot, feeling my diaper weighting down my pants, squishing with every step. As we approached the entrance, I slowed down to let Alison walk first. I hadn't noticed from the front, but she had her backpack slung over one shoulder. I felt lucky; it could have been the black "changing" bag. That would inevitably come out when we got home though. I felt even more like a cub now. Not only was I wearing a well used diaper, but I was shyly hiding behind the Otter, following her closely and feeling almost lost, and to top it off, I was thinking about how I was dependent on others for diaper changes.

Walking through the sliding doors, I felt the rush of cool, conditioned air rush over us as we stepped inside. Alison padded over to the store directory, and I continued trailing close behind her. Every fur we passed caused me to tense ever so slightly.

"Can he tell?" I would think to myself

"Oh man, that Wolf made eye contact, he had to have noticed."

I stood right next to the Otter as she looked over the information board. I wanted to get into a store as quickly as possible. At least there I could "hide" behind the racks and displays. Even a table would offer more cover than standing in the middle of the walkway.

"This way kitty", Alison chimed, a bit louder than I would have liked. I was never big on nicknames like that. At least she hadn't said "cub"....

I turned and followed her. I didn't know where we were going, but as we walked down the main path through the mall, the Otter soon headed towards a store front. The sign was bright pink neon in a crazy font I couldn't even make out.

"Clothes, I bet" I thought to myself

I was right. The store was packed wall to wall with racks of casual wear. It appeared to cater to girls only, but that was just as well; I'd probably die if Alison wanted me to try on clothes. I followed her through the store, but not as closely as before. I was just happy to have racks around that could help obscure my puffy rear. I still squished and crinkled, but the din of shoppers and the store's music covered those up fairly well.

I never really focused directly on what we were doing. My thoughts were always of the diaper I was stuck in, and how to avoid having others notice. Alison worked her way around the store, not really saying much. She stopped occasionally to paw through the items on a rack, seeming only half interested. Eventually, she came across a skirt that caught her interest.

"Over here, lion"

Alison headed towards the back of the store, to a changing room I guessed. Again, I was right. She handed me her backpack, and I slung it over my shoulder, standing outside as she entered one of the small stalls with the skirt. Looking around, I was glad to see no one else in the changing area. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, nervously turned so my back was towards it, and peered over my shoulder.

My jaw almost dropped. The diaper made my butt look huge, and with the way I was waddling I was certain that someone would notice I was padded. I couldn't help but stare at it, turning back and forth, each time hoping that it would appear less obvious than it did during the last glimpse.

I was still looking over myself in the mirror when I heard a click, and faced forward to see Alison stepping out, wearing the skirt.

"Something wrong?" the Otter asked

"N-no, nothings wrong" I replied, very unconvincingly

"OK then, let me see that mirror" Alison said

I moved out of the way, and turned around to face the mirror as she stepped towards it. As she passed me, the Otter gave me another knowing pat on the rump. I didn't say anything.

Alison seemed displeased with the skirt, and quickly returned to the stall to change back. This time I made sure that when she came out, I wasn't acting uncomfortable or nervous. When Alison stepped back out in her previous attire, she commented almost offhand that she was disappointed with this store, and that she wanted to go elsewhere. I was in no capacity or mood to argue, and I simply followed her out. Thankfully, our destination was just across the way, and as we entered the next shop I again moved to position myself strategically behind some racks, but I was careful to make sure I wasn't too obvious about it. Alison seemed not to pick up on it, and she was happy to let me wander around as she continued her browsing. I never went too far however, only far enough to get behind the next object of cover.

The Otter seemed to like this store's selection much better, as she soon had an armful of things to try on. Beckoning me towards the changing rooms once more, she instructed,

"Stay here, I want to know what you think of think of these"

I can't say I really payed much attention to how her outfits looked every time she stepped out to look in the full size mirror. I wasn't really big on fashion, but more distractingly, I had needed to wet. With my padding already so squishy, I didn't even hesitate, and I quickly became soggy as well. My thoughts returned to mild paranoia of those around me noticing my now even larger diaper, and the most response I gave Alison was "mmmhmm" or "yeah" as she commented on the clothes she was handing me to hold on to.

After the sixth or seventh round of outfits (I'd honestly lost count), Alison stepped out in yet another, but didn't move towards the mirror. Her attention was instead on me, and she asked,

"You've been standing this whole time. Are you sure you don't want to sit down?"

I looked behind me to see a small waiting bench, and replied,

"No, I'm fine standing"

It was a bit of a lie; my legs were starting to get tired, and I had quite the pile of clothes in my arms. I waited for Alison to turn towards the mirror, but she didn't. Instead, she was looking at me sternly, not quite a glare. Knowing better than to argue, I sat down on the bench, trying not to sit too hard. It didn't help though; I felt my full padding squash up between my legs. It wasn't as bad as I expected, and if it wasn't so embarrassing, it might have actually felt kinda good, but I was still too concerned with being out in public to think about that.

Alison, satisfied with my compliance, proceeded to examine her outfit in the mirror. There were three more rounds before we were finally finished with this store.

"Finally...." I thought, "We've probably been in this store alone for over an hour".

Alison took the pile of clothes from my arms, and motioned for me to follow her to the counter. I stood up slowly, feeling my diaper sagging back under me with a squish, and slowly waddled to the counter. The transaction was fairly quick, and we were on our way through the mall again, now with another bag in tow.

"You've been well behaved today, so I'm going to cut you a break"

I turned to face the Otter as we walked, eagerly listening

"Though whether or not you'll think it a favor right away is questionable"

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but it sounded at least a little promising. She turned a corner down a smaller hallway, one which lead past the bathrooms. I was still confused by what she meant, but as Alison rounded another corner at the end of the hallway, I got a better idea.

Just around this corner was a family bathroom. The Otter knocked, waited, then quickly opened the door and motioned me inside. As I stepped in, I could see the large counter that doubled as a changing table. I did my best to keep from whining; I knew I would be glad to get out of my very soggy and squishy diaper, but... being changed at the mall? No one had seen us step in, but I became mortified about what would happen if there were furs around when we stepped out. I couldn't stand the thought of running into anyone on the way out. It would be horrible to have them realize what was going on. Then, something hit me, and it almost made me laugh. If anyone saw a highschool aged guy and girl walk out of a private family bathroom, they would certainly be thinking something completely different than what actually happened, and I really wouldn't care about that.

Confidently, Alison locked the door behind me, set her shopping bag down, and asked me for her backpack. At this point, I started to realize that the whole time she had been planning on changing me if I was good. As Alison unzipped her backpack and removed a mat, some wipes, and a fresh diaper, it became obvious that she had chosen to use her backpack instead of the black bag so that I wouldn't know she had these things with her. She spread the mat out on the counter, and I climbed up on it without any prompting.

"Aww, what a good cub" Alison cooed, "Lets get you cleaned up"

I relaxed as best I could as she slid my pants down, unlocked the plastic pants, untaped my diaper and started cleaning me up. It took quite a few wipes, but I wasn't too upset; this was way better than dealing with a real mess. It was also a bit reassuring to not be tied down for once. My mind started to wander a bit, but was bought back to attention as Alison finished wiping me up. Partly because of the rubbing, and partly because I'd gotten somewhat used to being pawed during changes, my cock tip had started to slide out of its sheath. I hadn't even been thinking about that kinda thing....

I heard Alison chuckle, "Naughty lion. Bryan will take care of that later"

The Otter expertly powdered me, taped the diaper up, and replaced the plastic pants in what appeared to be one smooth motion. It seemed all this practice had in fact helped her change diapers better. It was quite nice to be in fresh padding, and I noticed as my pants were slid back up that they fit much less tightly. Alison helped me down off the table, once again patting my rump, this time just to hear it crinkle.

"All better?"

I nodded shyly, very much appreciating the change. Alison threw the old diaper and wipes into the designated bin, and collected the mat back into her backpack before picking up her shopping bag. She unlocked the door, and stepped out. No one was around, fortunately. I followed behind Alison, but not quite as closely as before. We were walking a bit faster too, but this was fine by me. I wasn't waddling as much, and the change had put me in better spirits. Still, I wished I didn't crinkle quite so loudly...

Moving to a different part of the mall, Alison went to browse through one more shop. After what seemed like half an hour of no suceess, she decided to call it quits, and directed me back out. This time, she headed towards the food court. It was about time for lunch (well, for those of us who slept in, anyway), and we were both getting hungry. I instinctively walked towards my favorite burger place, but was stopped by a paw on my shoulder.

"You stay at this table" the Otter instructed, as she pointed to one nearby, "I can't trust a cub to order lunch"

I splayed my ears, but wasn't about to ruin the lenient mood Alison seemed to be in. I quietly got our table, and waited for the Otter. It was well past lunch time for the rest of the world, so our food was done quickly. Alison carried two trays to the table, and set one in front of me. On it was a double cheeseburger, ketchup only, an order of fries, and large rootbeer.

Looking up quizically, I asked Alison how she knew my particular choice. She giggled as she replied,

"You really are like a cub, you know that?; You're so picky about food that all of our friends know what you eat"

I blushed ever so slightly. I was kinda picky....

We both ate in relative silence, and the meal went smoothly until I was almost done. I'd had a lot to drink at the movie, and I'd finished the entire large rootbeer already. I needed to wet, but I had just been changed and didn't want to be soggy already. I decided to try to hold it, crossing my legs as we finished eating.

I waited for Alison to finish, and stood up to get rid of my tray when she was done.

"Nu uh, lion, I got it"

The Otter took both our trays and padded towards a trash can. Standing up now, I really needed to wet, and I knew it would end up in my diaper eventually. This was as good a time as any; I started to wet. I completely flooded my padding, soaking it most of the way up the back. Fortunately, I was able to finish before Alison returned, and I followed her out of the mall, squishing soggily yet again. We crossed the parking lot back to her car, and as we buckled ourselves in, Alison reached a paw over to check me. Finding me soaked, she chimed,

"Good boy! You haven't even made a fuss today!"

To reinforce her statement, she gave me a firm rub between the ears. I couldn't help but let out a somewhat contented sigh. Alison started the car, and we were off again. Traffic was very thick now, and it took us quite a while to get home. I had to wet once more, and nearly leaked. Alison didn't seem to notice though; anytime the car was stopped she was intently texting on her phone.

It was dark by the time we got to Bryan's, and Alison just dropped me off in front.

"See you tomorrow, lion!"

I simply waved. Turning around as the Otter drove off, I found that Bryan had come outside to meet me.

"Have a good time today?" he grinned

I was torn on what to say. Punishment aside, it hadn't been that bad a day.

"Yeah, I guess"

"You don't sound too sure about it"

"Well...." I said, looking down at my front to indicate that being diapered was the reason I hadn't said yes, but he took it to mean something else. Walking up to me, he wrapped his arms around me for an affectionate hug, and I happily hugged back. We stood there just holding each other, but then I felt Bryan's paw slip down the side of my diaper.

"Heh, as I expected. Alison told me you would be wet"

I whimpered slightly, splaying my ears again as Bryan let go of me and turned to go inside, pulling me by the paw.

"Aww, don't be so glum, kitty. She also told me that you were very good today" he continued as we headed for his room.

There was already a changing mat laid out on the Panther's bed, and I obediently laid down on it, face up.

"I can she was right" Bryan cooed, "You stay there, I'll be right back"

The Panther came back a few seconds later, with what appeared to be a bowl of water and a towel, closing the door behind him. I leaned up to look, but Bryan put his paw on my chest, pushing me to lay back.

"Hold on cub, I need to get you changed. Lay still"

I did as I was told, and Bryan removed my pants, plastic pants, and finally my soggy padding before starting to clean me up. He used quite a few wipes, but I didn't expect what came next. I felt a warm, damp towel being gently rubbed along my diaper area. I wasn't sure why he was using it instead of just the wipes, but it felt good.

Having my boyfriend paying such close attention to me downstairs caused me to again start slipping out of my sheath. The Panther continued to clean me up with the towel until I was almost fully hard.

"Someone seems to be enjoying this" Bryan teased, his typical grin plastered across his face

I nodded, "yeah...."

I felt his paw weigh heavier on my chest, and at the same time I felt his muzzle slide over my cock. I gasped, almost shuddering, but stayed in place. I closed my eyes, quickly starting to purr from the muzzling. Bryan's tail began to twitch playfully as he slid his tongue along my length, and it wasn't long before I was leaking pre into his muzzle. Tasting this, Bryan slid off of my member, licking his lips, his paw still on my chest. Turning his head to meet my eyes with his, he assertively asked,

"Are you going to be a good lion?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be good" I replied

Without another word, Bryan produced a fresh diaper, and slid it under me. I barely caught myself before whimpering. Wasn't he going to play more?

I got my answer fairly quickly; after rediapering me, Bryan got up on the bed, sitting me up and sliding behind me, my back resting against his chest, his legs on either side of me. He warmly wrapped one arm around my mid section, holding me tight as his other slid down my crinkly waistband and took a hold of my cock.

The Panther rested his muzzle on my shoulder, affectionately nuzzling me as his paw worked at my stiff lionhood.

"Come on then, be a good lion...."

I began to push up into his paw as it slid down my length, panting heavily as I got close. The snuggling from the Panther and his relentless pawing soon pushed me over the edge. My moan developed into more of a cute mew as I coated his paw and the inside of my diaper with sticky lion spoo.

"Goooood boy" Bryan nearly whispered as he kept pawing, milking me of all I had. Panting louder, I relaxed. He let me rest against him for a few moments before removing his paw from my diaper, holding it up to my muzzle.

"Clean up your mess, cub"

I obediently licked his paw clean, closing my eyes after and just enjoying being held.

The Panther snuggled up tight around me.

"Thats all you are in for tonight, lion. I was glad to hear you are listening to Alison, and I want to show you that I can be nice too. I don't think you're quite done learning your lesson, but I promise things will be easier now, and that if you keep being as good as you were today, the treatment will end soon"

I didn't say anything, but inside I felt torn. After today, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted it to end...

"Besides, I have to get at least one more day with you like this, you're adorable in diapers" he teased

I blushed, and again said nothing. What if Bryan did end up wanting to continue keeping me in diapers?