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Overnight Babysitter

By: byruble

"Marcus!"

"Headshot... headshot... another headshot. Too easy."

"Mar-cus!"

"Killing spree... sweet. Is this supposed to be a ranked server? What a bunch of freakin' noo-"

*BANG!*

"MARCUS WRIGHT!" An angry mouse lady appears through the kicked open door. "YOU ANSWER ME WHEN I CALL YOU!"

"Ah! M-Mom!" Marcus squeaks back, overlooking the projected speckles of spit on his glasses. "I'm s-sorry! I couldn't hear you..."

"Of course you couldn't. You have on your stupid headphones! I thought I told you no games until you clean up this DISGUSTING ROOM! WHAT ARE YOU, FIVE YEARS OLD!?"

"N-No..." The sixteen year old mouse whimpers back, clenching onto his game controller for dear life. His eyes stay glued to the floor around his mom's slippers. Best not to look her in the eye...

"Turn off your game, clean up this mess, spray some air freshener or something because it smells like turds in here and get dressed for God's sake. I got a job for you."

"Yes mom..." Marcus' ears droop to the floor along with his words. His mom slams the door shut, the gust of wind rustling the game themed posters littered all over the walls. "... Jerk."

There honestly isn't that much that needs to be done besides making his bed and picking up the scattered clothing on the ground. His mom is just using him as a punching bag, as usual. He's a shy fella and his fragile body and meager height broadcasts that to the world. Whether it be the bullies at school, his mean teachers or his own mom apparently, he always seems to be kicked around in some way or another.

He works up a sweat as he quickly finishes his duties, not because it's hard work, but because it's musty as hell in his room. His mom did have a good point about that air freshener. His room has that classic swamp ass fragrance. The only source of fresh air is coming from the suspiciously old fan lodged in between the window. Dusk may be approaching but the air outside still feels like hot dog breath.

He heads on over to the mirror on his closet. This stunted scrawny mouse is currently wearing orange gym shorts and a stained gray tee, his favorite at-home attire. Unfortunately, when his mom tells him to get dressed she's referring to a specific outfit, an outfit that attracts bullies like there's no tomorrow: Pristine black dress shoes, washed out flood pants, a plain white button up shirt complete with a beige pocket protector and large rectangular transition eyeglasses for those on the go kiddos. Behold, the original lady killer himself.

"Uhm... mom?" Marcus calls out as he shuffles to the living room. "Room is cleaned..."

"I see you're dressed too," his mom responds in a scoff-like tone. "Don't forget to tuck in your shirt. What's wrong with you?"

"Yes mom," he says almost autonomously, obeying her orders.

"Our neighbor asked us if we can babysit his little boy, Roland. You know him right? Six year old chubby cheetah kid? Always wanders into our backyard to try and raid our fridge?"

"Uh... n-no?" Marcus tilts his head.

"Of course not because you're always in your FREAKIN' ROOM like some FREAKIN' HERMIT." His mom grabs a nearby beer bottle and chugs it. "Ahh... *BELCH*. It's time you do something useful around here. You're gonna babysit him for a few days."

"Me? B-Babysit?"

"Did I stutter?" His mom balls her fists and looks down on him.

"No m-mom! It's just... I've never taken care of a kid before. You know that..."

"You're a smart boy, I think?" His mom states with uncertainty. "You can go on the internet and search this stuff up. IT AIN'T HARD. You gotta work for your money."

"Wait... they're paying me!?"

"They're paying ME." His mom clarifies immediately. "You're doing this to uh... build character. Yeah."

"Oh... okay..."

Of course he's not getting paid. Why would he? Why would anyone treat him with respect?

"Now git! Don't wanna make a bad first impression by being late, do you!? You'll make ME look bad!" And with those final words, Marcus is literally kicked out of the house, tail between his legs and all.

It's a short walk to the neighbor's town house, maybe thirty seconds to a minute tops. However, the lingering heat from the sweltering day still emanates from the sidewalk, filling the air around Marcus with unbreathable vapor. The exhaust from the numerous cars on the busy city streets only add to the suffocating experience. He scowls at the setting sun in front of him. Set faster, he thinks. Nobody likes you.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Coming!" A cheery voice responds from the other side of the door. The tip tapping of his footsteps grows nearer. "Ah! Hello! Uh... hello?"

"... Down here, sir," Marcus snarls through his teeth.

"Huh-oh! Didn't see you there little buddy!" The revealed cheetah man bends down and points with both paws. "You must be Markass, right?"

"...It's Marcus. I'm here for the babysitting thing..."

"Yes, yes! Come in, come in!"

Marcus enters the large airy abode. It's significantly cooler in here... can it be? Is this what having the AC on for more than thirty seconds feels like? That's... nice...

"So, I don't know if your mom told you but I'll be gone for three days. Going to the rainforest to aid with wildlife healthcare and rehabilitation! Unfortunately, I can't take my precious little Roll with me," His dad explains as he corners the hallway. "But he's an angel so you should have no problems taking care of him. Just make sure to keep him fed. He likes anything in the fridge so don't worry about him being picky. Heck, I'd even trust him to stay at home all alone but who will change his diaper or give him a bath? Ahahah!"

"Change his... diaper?" Marcus raises a brow. "... I thought your son was six?"

"He is!" The dad responds with a wide smile. "Ah, there you are my little cinnamon Roll!"

There he is indeed: A very plump cheetah boy with two-toned eyes, one sky blue and one lime, butter colored fur with scattered black spots, short forward spiked hair and dark gray marks that boomerang from the corners of his mouth to his eyeline.

What he can't seem to get his eyes off is that diaper. It's patterned with dabbing superhero pandas wearing capes. What could his powers possibly be? More importantly, where exactly did they manage to find diapers that fit such a thick kid? It conforms perfectly to his body, a little tight even. The front and back seem to have more padding than what he's normally seen in diapers. Interesting and unsettling...

"I just changed him a few minutes ago so you don't have to worry about that. Diapers are in the closet right there next to the front door and in my bedroom. Make sure to wipe him clean with the disinfecting... ah, I'm sorry! Surely must know how to take care of a child, right? It's just that I'm just going to miss him sooooo much! C'mere Roll!" The dad bombards Roland with a barrage of forehead kisses. "Be nice to your new friend, okay?"

"Yes daddy!" Roland responds with his sweet voice, his stubby tail wagging about. "I'm gonna miss you a bunch!"

"Oh, I'll miss you too my little rolly polly!" The almost crying cheetah man grabs his bags and opens the front door. "I'll... be back! Don't you worry! *sniffle*. Take cover, here comes my love! Muah!" With a kiss thrown in the fashion of a grenade, he leaves.

"The heck..." Marcus whispers to himself. "That's one clingy dad..."

"Hiya friend!" Roland asks with a grin, nibbling on a what seems to be the final piece of his chocolate bar. "What's your name?"

"Marcus..." The squinty-eyed mouse responds. "When's your bedtime?"

"Well my name is... oh. Uhm... whenever I get sleepy, I guess. Wanna play with me? I'm on an adventure!"

"Adventure?" Marcus asks with crossed arms. He wants to say no, but he's seen what happens to kids who don't get their way. Temper tantrum city, something he definitely does not have the patience for. Best to humor the boy, at least until he gets tired. "S-Sure..."

"Woohoo!" Roland jiggles in place with excitement. He hands Marcus a blue dinosaur with sunglasses and a mountain climbing stick. It's even equipped with a little backpack and a map. "Adventure Tiiiiime!" Roland grabs his own dinosaur, which is identical to Marcus' only yellow, and leads the way. "We'll travel from the coffee table all around the soFA: C'mon! Chugga chugga chugga chugga RAWR!"

"What, are they train dinosaurs or...?"

Roland is too busy making his sound effects to hear him. Doesn't matter. That thin layer of crumbs on the ground, though... that matters. Looks like chips... cookies... and cake? While definitely not a clean freak himself stuff like this REALLY drives him up the wall.

"Juuuuuump! Hwapah!" Roland shouts, lifting up his dinosaur onto the sofa with tire squealing noises. "Your turn! Make a cool jumping sound or you'll crash!"

"Yeah..." Marcus unenthusiastically lifts his dinosaur onto the sofa. "Uh... bazango..."

"That's rad!" Roland cheers. He continues leading Marcus from sofa to sofa, his constant shuffling kicking the crumbs around on the hardwood floor.

"Okay... okay. Phew..." The out-of-breath chubster stops and leans against the sofa. "I think we... should take... a break..."

"What? We only played for like a minute!" Marcus shrugs, low-key disappointed as he was just starting to get into the game.

"I know... but I need some energy! Can you please get me a snack?"

"Another snack? I saw you eating a piece of chocolate when I walked in. Are you serious?"

"Please, mister Marcus? My tummy's rumblin'!" Roland pets his belly with puppy eyes.

'Mister Marcus'? Those are two he never thought he'd hear next to each other, ever. He definitely likes the sound of that. The cogs in his mind turn. Perhaps 'mister Marcus' can kill two birds with one stone?

"Okay, then. How about a trade? You clean up the living room, you get your snack. Fair deal?"

"Huh?" Roland turns to face the horror on the ground. "Why? My daddy never ever ever ever EVER makes me clean... that's for grown ups!"

"Well I'm not your daddy. Do you want your snack or not?"

"Uhm..." Roland stares at the ground, his eyes darting left to right like a typewriter in thought. "Ooookay... for the snacks!"

Is this for real? Marcus can't even get without his own reflection to listen to him. This may be the first time in his existence he's gotten anyone to do as he asks. What a satisfying feeling...

"Yeah... work for those snacks," Marcus whispers as he situates himself on the sofa.

And work he does. The chubby cheetah gets on his knees and gathers the crumbs with his cupped paws. He pushes them into a small pile next to the coffee table, picks them up and drops them in an empty grocery bag. After a few minutes of this much needed housekeeping he presents the filled bag to the smirking mouse.

"Heh... good job, 'Roll'", Marcus compliments. "I think you've earned your snack."

"Ruh... really?" Roland pants as he struggles to hold himself up. "Y-Yes!"

Marcus leads the exhausted cub to the fridge. What will happen next will shock him, no clickbait. Cake, fudge, brownies, candy... Is that a giant gummy bear? No wonder Roland's dad said he'd eat anything in the fridge, there's only junk food in there!

"You can have the... the uhm... this...?" Marcus reaches for a baby bottle full of... soda. That can't be too healthy for the cub, but least it won't leave crumbs everywhere.

"Thanks... mister Marcus! Just... just what I needed!" With a dramatic tilt of the bottle Roland downs the cola, sucking on the bottle's brown nipple like his life depended on it.

"Dang, slow down there bud-"

"AAHHHH..." A loud satisfying sigh escapes the now quenched cub. "That was deli... del... oh...!"

"I told you to slow down, kid." Marcus shakes his head. "If you're gonna throw up do it in the-"

"Ow...!" Roland rubs his rumbling tummy. "I... I gotta burp!"

"Well? What are you waiting for? An invitation?"

"Can you please... help me?" The chubby cheetah asks raising his paws. "Daddy always helps me burp on his back!"

Now, here's the thing: A slight gust of wind will cause the feeble mouse to backflip out of control while three hurricanes will be needed to get the eighty pound cub to do the same, probably. With Roland being three feet tall and Marcus four and a half feet, There's no scenario Marcus can see which doesn't end with him being squashed down like a can for recycle.

But... what if he doesn't burp him? Will he explode? Can such a thing happen? He's seen it happen to birds who drink soda. His mom will never forgive him if the only job she has ever appointed him ends up with a boy blowing up.

"...Fine." Marcus sighs and bends over, locking his tiny hands under Roland's armpits. "Here we go..." With every ounce of his meager might, he heaves. He lifts so hard and so quick his soul almost catapults into the ceiling. The boy doesn't budge, however.

"Hurry! My belly's hurtin'!" Roland reminds him.

"I'm... t-trying...!" Marcus responds with the shaky voice of a dying old man. With knees literally vibrating he manages to detach the colossal cheetah from ground, if only by a few centimeters. "Oh... my GOD..."

His veins nearly burst out of his forehead as he exerts unnatural amounts of strength he never knew he had. His arms are pushed to their limits, wobbling, shaking and begging for mercy. Roland patiently floats in the air, as if struggling to pick him is a common occurrence.

"There... unf... you... gah... G-GO!" By some miracle Marcus manages to get the world's heaviest object onto his narrow shoulders. Thick droplets of sweat slide down his forehead as his body does everything in its power to prevent itself from being overheated. He pats, no, slaps the cub's squishy back to try and force out the trapped air within. This needs to happen fast or he might not make it...

"Uh... umf... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!"

A deafening belch finally escapes its chubby host, but not without nearly blowing Marcus' eardrums apart. The practically deafened mouse puts Roland back down with an earth shattering thud, almost dropping him. He leans on the counter and focuses on not dying.

"Phew! Muuuuch better! Thanks mister Marcus!"

Marcus responds with a weakened nod. He can physically see his health bar pulsing and running on empty. No one should be subjected to this terrible experience.

"Ready to play? We're not done with our adventure!" Roland reaches for the dinosaurs from the kitchen counter.

"I think... I think it's time to sleep... I'm really tired..."

"Sleep? But it's so early mister Mar-"

"Hey, I'm the boss here. You do as I say." Marcus snaps, his finger pointing right at the cub. "Is that clear?"

"Uhm... yes mister Marcus..."

Like music to his ears. What a good obedient cub. While not physically visible, there is definitely a half chub forming in Marcus' pants...

"Good. Now go to your room."

"But... I can't sleep without my PJ's..."

"Your PJ's? Ugh. Where are they?"

"Hold on!" Roland turbo waddles to the closet near the entrance and retrieves small onesie. It's patterned with that same cape-wearing dabbing panda again... this kid must be a huge fan.

Marcus stuffs the cub into the onesie. Legs first, belly second, arms third. He zips it up from the front and takes a step back. There's no reason it should be this tight. His gelatinous form, chub and all, is completely visible and even accentuated through the soft fabric.

After declining Roland's numerous attempts to get his babysitter to read him a bedtime story, Roland retires to his sleeping quarters. The master bedroom is pretty spacious and has sweet tangerine scent to it. All the furniture consists of green and gold, including the moonlit bed. He strips down to his whitey tidies and gray tee, too tired to admire the upscale bedroom.

"This sucks," he mumbles to himself, "but at least the bed is comfy. I don't know if I can handle two more days of this. That kid is a handful." He buries himself deeper into the cool sheets and sighs. "At least he listens to me. Might make my life... a little... easier *yawn*. I... should probably... use this to... *snore*..."

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The next morning's rays give life to another blazing summer's day. The sun's hot beams pierce through the blinds and violently shine on the snoozing mouse. Birds on the window ledge join in on the assault, screaming and chirping as loud as they possibly can. It seems even nature likes to bully him.

"...Huh?" Marcus groans as he is rudely awakened from his stupor. His eyes widen as he takes in his luxurious surroundings. "Oh, that's right... I had to stay overnight to babysit. Thought that was a dream..." He rubs the sleepiness from his eyes and reaches for his glasses. "I guess it's nice not to be woken up by mom's stupid door banging. She hasn't texted to check up on me or anything either... sweet..."

He crawls out of bed and grabs his pants. Wait. With no one around to tell him otherwise, why not roam the house in just a shirt and whitey tidies? The AC provides a nice breeze down there anyway...

"Hey... kid?" Marcus calls as he shuffles down the hallway.

"Oh, mister Marcus!" Roland pops his head over the sofa. "You're up! Ooh, are those your undies?"

"Yeah. It's just us boys in here, so..." Marcus seats himself next to the chubby cub. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I do that too! Uhm, actually..." Roland stands on the cushion with paws on his hips. "Can you help me out of my PJ's?"

"Uh... suuuure..." Marcus drones as he reaches for the zipper on his chest. "What are you watching anyway?"

"One of my favorite cartoons! It's-"

Marcus tunes out the rambling cub, focusing on removing this skin-tight onesie and thinking how he will seize the day. Will he make him clean the dishes? Scrub the toilet? Massage his back? Or maybe even...

"-Isn't is great?" Roland look down at the struggling mouse with expectant eyes.

"Huh? The show? Yeah, super great." Marcus responds blankly, finally removing the onesie.

"Woo! Freedom! This calls for a snack!"

"More snacks...?" Marcus mumbles under his voice. Time to put this kid to work. "How about this... clean up your room, then you'll have your snack."

"More cleeeeaaaniiiiing?" Roland whines. "I don't like cleaning!"

"Then no snacks. Simple as that."

The pouting cub crosses his arms and closes his eyes. His dad would never make him work for his snacks. Unheard of! Inhuman even! ...But it seems sitting here isn't getting him any closer to his sweet treats. Cleaning is no fun but if he can do it once, he can do it again. For the snack!

Marcus observes the cub's slideshow of facial expressions before seeing him hop off the couch and skedaddle towards his room. What a good obedient boy. Being the boss for once feels pretty darn incredible. Time to watch the business channel. It's only fitting.

After around ten minutes Roland returns sweaty and exhausted. Without a word Marcus marches over to his bedroom to check on his handiwork. It's... clean. As clean as a six year old can get it anyway. 'A' for effort.

"Well done buddy, but there's still one more thing I need you to do..." Marcus walks over to the fridge with smirk.

"Something... else?" The poor cub squeaks.

"Well... consider it an extra reward. Just drink this as slowly as you can." He hands Roland a baby bottle full of fruit punch. God forbid the kid has another burping episode with the soda.

"That's... that's it?"

"Yup. Drink it slowly, and don't move." Marcus gently unstraps the crinkly diaper.

"Oh, is it changey time? My diaper is still clea-"

"Drink. Keep quiet." Marcus repeats. He sits on the floor and comes face-to-face with Roland's puny package. While not exactly a cub seeker himself he can't help but to have a bit of fun with the little guy. He's the boss around here. He gets what he wants.

The pervy mouse begins massaging the boy's soft sack with one paw and squeezes his marshmallowy butt with the other. Roland's eyes bounce from Marcus to his bottle. Why in the world is he touching his 'special zones'? Is this the extra reward?

Marcus takes the time to familiarize himself with the hardening pecker. It's tiny, smooth and downright adorable. His own erection comes to life at this cute but lewd sight. Looks like Roland is as hard as he's going to get... time to taste this cub's weenie.

He glomps down onto his pecker, balls and all. He didn't expect it to be this easy but then again the boy is hardly endowed. With Rolands entire crotch in his mouth, he begins to suck and fondle it around with his tongue. Tastes a bit like baby powder and cub sweat but it's not bad. As a matter of fact, he might even say it tastes... good.

Roland begins mimicking Marcus' oral performance with the nipple of his bottle. It feels weird and amazing. It's pretty gross that he'd put his weewee in his mouth but he must have been a really good boy to get a reward like this!

The eager mouse quickens his pace. He even begins licking the sensitive crease between Roland's thighs. His butt groping also intensifies, every second or so giving those cheeks a nice smack. He looks up to see the cub's expression. Are his eyes crossed? Wait, is he-

*PBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT*

Roland spits the entire contents of his mouth right onto Marcus' face. He falls back on his butt, his wet noodle twitching sporadically. It's safe to say the cub just had his very first orgasm.

"WOW," Roland chirps, "that felt SO GOOD! I... oh!" He focuses his eyes and witnesses the wet mess he's made. "I'm... s-sorry mister Marcus! I didn't mean to!"

"Ugh..." Marcus wipes the juice from his face with his arm. He's more proud than upset. He just got someone else to cum for him. That's awesome. That juice really got into his fur, though. A shower couldn't hurt. Or a bath, perhaps...

"Mister Marcus?" Roland's tail wags from side to side, his arms hidden behind his back. "Are you angry?"

"A little," the sticky furred mouse sneers, "but how about you make it up to me? Let's take a bath together."

"Bath... time," Roland's gasps, "with a friend!? Yeeeeees! Ready, set, gooooooo!"

Marcus' jaw nearly drops as he watches Rolands plump buttcheeks smack together as he runs down the hallway. Those are some phenomenal cakes. The kind porn stars strive for. What a spectacle.

They meet in the tall spacious bathroom. The lights from the ceiling give the room a 'spotlight' effect. The bathtub itself is so large it looks as if it's used to bathe full grown elephants. It feels luxurious, but that effect dissipates immediately when Marcus spots several candy wrappers on the ground. Is there any place this kid DOESN'T eat?

"Hey, why is your weenie so pointy?" Roland asks as he stares at the now completely naked mouse.

"Uh... it's a normal thing for boys my age..." Marcus takes a quick peek at his fully erect four incher. He isn't too shy being hard and nude around a six year old. What do they know anyway?

"Hmm... okay. Is the bath almost ready?"

"Yup. Just about. You can hop in if you want. Water's nice and warm and the bubbles are starting to grow."

"Uhm... can we take a bath tomorrow?" Roland inquires with a pout. "I changed my mind... I feel like playing in the backyard."

"What? No. We bathe today. You're gonna stink up the whole house. Jeez man, can't you smell yourself?

"My daddy says I smell like love and happiness and that I can take a bath whenever I want to!"

"Yeah, right. Don't raise your voice at me. You're to get in the tub and you're going to like-"

"You're not the boss of me! Nyaaaaaa!" Roland makes a mad dash out of the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't!" Marcus locks his arms from behind him. A regretful decision, as he is yanked forth by the sheer weight of the cub. "AAAAHHHH!"

Roland almost makes it to the door with Marcus in tow, but loses his balance when he slips on a wet chip bag. Marcus takes advantage of this momentary shift in weight and pivots the cub towards the tub. His girly grunts echo around the walls of the bathroom as he forces the chubby cheetah towards the bathtub.

"Just... get in... the tub!"

"Nooooooooooo!" Roland shouts and turns his body to face Marcus. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rowland is pushed to the edge of the tub, his balance wavering. As he begins to fall back, he hugs Marcus tightly. The hefty cub unintentionally suplexes the feathweight mouse into the tub along with himself. The massive splash douses the entire bathroom with water and bubbles.

"Whoahoho!" Roland exclaims. "That was RAD!"

"Ow..." Marcus sits up like a mummy, lightheaded from the humiliating maneuver. "Let's just get this over with..."

He lathers his paws with the cub's cheesecake scented shampoo and begins to rub him down. He pays specific attention to his little boobies and chubby belly. They're so soft it should be illegal. Roland doesn't seem to mind much, as he's now distracted by a half eaten bag of chips left on the bath cubby.

His paws travel further South, now in between Roland's chubby thighs. Gotta get in those hard to reach areas... especially around those jiggly boy bits. His flaccid pecker and squishy balls feel a lot silkier bobbing around in the water. How fun...

"You really like touching me there, huh?" Roland says with a giggle.

"No. There's just more to clean down there. Don't want you stinky after a bath," Marcus lies.

He decides to call it quits when he sees his little beads of precum float to the surface of the water. He's had his fun. Now it's time to handle himself somewhere a bit more discreet...

"Sorry about throwing you in the bathtub earlier," Roland says, now clean and dry, "I just don't like baths very much."

"Yeah, I can tell," Marcus grumbles back. "You're all clean now, though. Go play your games or something..."

"Oki doke! Wanna come play with me?"

"Sure... just gimme a minute. Gotta use the restroom."

"Ooookay!" Rolands hops to the living room, shaking the walls with each jump.

Marcus snakes back into the bathroom and whips out his still hard cock. It's sticky and glossy from the ample amount of precum that keeps coming out. He begins to skillfully stroke himself, practically a master at it at how often he does it.

"Mister Marcus?" Roland asks as he opens the door.

"GAH!" Marcus stuffs his throbbing boner back into his briefs. "CAN'T YOU KNOCK!?"

"Uhm..." the chubby cheetah turns around and tugs on the back of his diaper.

"What? Wait... don't tell me you..." Marcus squints. "I JUST bathed you..."

"I know! I'm sorry! It just came out of nowhere! I can't control it!"

"Hmph." Marcus scoffs. "Guess what? If you want a diaper change you'll need to... tooooo..." He looks down at his screaming erection. A capital idea. "Heh. You'll need to suck me dry, kid."

"Huh? What's that mean?" Rowland scratches his fluffy ear.

"Open your mouth," Marcus instructs, pulling down on his whitey tidies to reveal his bobbing erection, "and pretend this is one of your juice bottles."

"What? Ewwww! That's where you pee! No way!" Roland sticks out his tongue in disgust.

"Hey, I did it to you earlier. Did you pee?"

"Uhm... no, but-"

"Exactly. Get to it, stinky butt. Or would you rather walk around with poop on your butt all day?"

While Roland absolutely positively does NOT want that thing anywhere near his mouth, the feeling of having his hot poo marinate in his diaper is far more distressing. Shouldn't be too bad, right? And if he remembers correctly, it did feel pretty good for him. He'll be making mister Marcus very happy...

Roland nods and gets on his knees. He grabs the sticky mouse dick and aims it towards his mouth. He's never seen anyone's privates up close like this. Looks kinda funny, like a one eyed worm. He giggles to himself as he shakes it around and pretends it's some kind of toy.

"AHEM."

"Oh, hehe! S-Sorry!" Rowland shakes his head. He opens his mouth big and wide, not really sure if it will fit inside. He inches his head forth and immediately kisses his pelvis. Four inches seems to be just the perfect amount before hitting the back of his throat.

"Ooh... ooh, yeah..." Marcus coos. This is the first time he's stuck his penis inside anything with a pulse. "Okay... get suckin', kid!"

Roland obeys and contracts his mouth with a powerful suction. He locks the cock in place and licks the tip frantically, as if that will get his diaper changed any faster. Well, he's not wrong...

Marcus takes in this delightful sensation of having your cock sucked by an eager mouth. It feels as if he's done this before, but most likely he's treating his meat stick like a snack of some sort. That's not a bad thing at all, as the messy slurps and loud sucking only add to the experience.

Roland looks up at the moaning mouse with a worried expression. This is taking too long. His butt is beginning to fog up from the steaming pile in his diaper. He bobs his head faster, his tongue really laying it down with its powerful licks.

"Oh shoot... hold... h-hold still...!" Marcus grabs the back of the cub's head and delivers one final thrust into his face. "Here's a snack for ya! Ahh... AAAAHHH YEAH!" His warm cream erupts from his cock and quickly paints the cub's mouth white.

"Mmm... MMF!" Roland swallows the unexpected torrent of jizz, afraid he'll choke to death on it if he doesn't. It's not exactly his favorite thing in the world, tasting like a salty gumbo and all. Gross.

"Hah... haaaah... g-good job, kid." Marcus unplugs his cock from the cub's mouth, his body glowing with pleasure from his very first hands free orgasm.

"Uck... thanks mister Marcus..." Roland groans as he wipes his mouth. "Can you please change my diaper now?"

"Yeah... you've... you've earned it..." Marcus pants. There is still the fact that he soiled his diaper immediately after giving him a bath. That can't go unpunished. "Pull open your diaper. Both paws, now."

"Huh? Why do you want-"

"Just do it." Marcus says in a stern voice.

"Uhm... okay." Roland does as instructed, tugging the front of his diaper open with both paws and exposing his chubby weenie.

"Look at that. It's not even used up all the way. Let me help fill it up..." Marcus grabs his flaccid cock and aims it down Rolands diaper. "Enjoy." With a loud groan, he lets loose his hot stream of urine. It crashes onto the cub's tiny willy, coating it with its smelly wet warmth.

Roland's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. What the heck is he doing!? That's disgusting! He wants to do something, ANYTHING, but is instead frozen holding his diaper open. He kind of likes the gentle pelting of pee on his tiny wee. Feels like a hot water massage.

"Muuuuuch better." Marcus sighs with a smile. "Now turn around."

Roland releases his diaper and turns his back to Marcus. He feels him hold open the back of his diaper this time. What's he planning? Oh, that's a hot feeling on his butt. Hot and... slimy...

"M-Mister Marcus... are you...?"

"Pooping down your diaper? Of course. Is that not what a diaper is for?" Marcus grunts. The hot turds escape his bowels and slide down the cub's buttcheeks. "Lucky you. I didn't have that much to give. Now..." He clasps both ends of the diaper and begins to squish them against his chubby body.

"Oh my gosh, eeeewwwwwww!" Roland protests, the feeling of all that poop and pee lathering against his body giving him an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.

"Let's try not to soil our diaper right after bath time, shall we?" Marcus makes his point very clear, mercilessly squishing the combined waste into the cub's fur.

"Y-Yes mister M-Marcus! P-Please stop! It's so gross!"

Marcus decides to show him mercy. He himself is getting grossed out by this anyway. Speaking of, this is going to be one messy diaper to clean up...

And so it is. Marcus begins changing his diaper, using an unfathomable amount of cleaning wipes to try and get this cub's fur untainted. Since he did relieve himself inside the diaper it kind of smells like his "business", familiar and not too offensive. That is definitely helping in making this a bit more bearable.

"Woo! Feeling fresh again!" Roland hops off the changing table. "What are we gonna do next?"

"Wow..." Marcus can't help but feel amazed at the cub's resistance to negative experiences. "Eh. Wanna adventure in the backyard?"

"That sounds rad! I'll bring the dino brothers!"

Hours fly by as the two entertain one another in the small backyard. There's not much to do, but these dinosaurs know how to turn even the smallest bush into an adventure. Their time together is relatively innocent with the occasional Roland-sucking-for-a-diaper-change exchange... a real family classic. Bedtime is right around the corner.

"Night, kid," Marcus says as he finishes zipping up Roland's onesie.

"Nighty night! Don't let the bedbugs bite! Hehe!"

"... Uh-huh." Marcus sees him off and heads to... dare he say... HIS master bedroom?

He lies down on the cushiony bed, a just reward for such a hard working babysitter such as himself. He checks his phone, which has been untouched for the entire day. No messages, no missed calls, no texts from mom. Perfect.

"Can't wait 'till tomorrow... gonna have all kinds of... fun... with this... chubby... ah..." Marcus slowly drifts off into a deep, well deserved slee-

*knock knock*. "M-Mister Marcus?"

"Uh...?" Marcus sits up, rubbing his eyes. "Go to bed, kid..."

"I had a nightmare..." Roland opens the door and walks in with a small book. "Can I please sleep with you?"

"A nightmare? It's been like five minutes since you went to bed. How?" Marcus glares at the shaking cub. Still, even after all the things he did to him today he still wants Marcus to protect him. That's a pretty forgiving kid. "Oh whatever. C'mere."

"Yay!" Roland hops onto the bed, nearly busting the springs. "Can you please read me a bedtime story? You didn't read me one last night...and tonight..."

"Bedtime story?" Marcus is a bit too drowsy to be reading but he did bring in the book, and that's half the battle. "Sure. I guess I'll read uh... 'The Adventures of Pandabulous'?"

"Woohoo! I'm ready!" Roland cuddles up to Marcus, making himself into the little spoon.

"Right. 'Pandabulous is the hero the world neither needs or deserves, but the hero they never knew they wanted. He-"

Marcus reads on, but the constant rubbing of his cock from the cub's wiggling butt gives him... molesty thoughts. His free paw maneuvers up and down the boy's chubby body, gently rubbing his nipples, feeling up his diapered crotch and massaging the boy's belly. He's like a living stress ball.

The moonlight spotlights the two as they continue reading the story. Roland eventually falls asleep, finding the strange "massage" a rather useful sleeping aid. Marcus, too, falls asleep with the book on his face, his other paw cupped on the boy's boob. They keep each other warm and safe on this particularly cool night...

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It's the dawn of the final day. Marcus awakens to the sounds of birds singing and the sun gently showering him with warm beams of light. Today is going to be a good day.

"Mister Marcus?" Roland asks, looking up with his two-toned eyes. "Are you up?"

"Uh... yeah..." Marcus responds, just barely remembering that the two slept together. "You hungry, I take it?"

"Uh-huh!" Roland gives him a closed eyed grin. "Super hungry!"

"Right... let's get you out of that onesie, then..."

Marcus undresses the cub and leads him to the fridge, the real centerpiece of the house. Roland points to the giant rainbow colored gummy bear at the top. It looks big enough to feed a small town...

"This one, eh?" Marcus grabs the hefty bear and plants it on the counter. "You know what we do for special snacks like these, right?"

"Uhm..." Roland unstraps his diaper and looks down at his tiny pecker.

"Yeah, right. Turn around, bend over."

Turn around, bend over? That's new. Maybe mister Marcus will want to play leapfrog?

After a cold finger shoves its way inside his tight tailhole, it's safe to say his guess was horribly, horribly wrong. He tries to jump forward, but is held down by his other hand. This is definitely the ugliest feeling he's ever felt.

"Yow! Take it out! It feels like I have to poo!"

"Big snack, big price to pay. Shut up and take it." Marcus shoves another finger inside the hot quivering hole. Never did he ever think shoving a finger inside someone's butthole would feel so addicting. It's like a warm sock squishy sock for your fingers.

"Ow, ow, ow! Please mister Marcus! It burns my bum!"

"Heh." Marcus removes his fingers from the moist cave and wipes them on the cub's back. "Don't be such a baby. That wasn't so bad. Here's your gummy bear."

"Oh! *sniffle* th-thanks!" Roland's frown turns upside down in an instant when he's presented with the rainbow colored wonder. In one minute flat, the ten thousand calorie treat is gone. "Aaahhh! Delicious! Mmm... wanna play Dinosaur Adventure? I wanna show you my other dinos! One even has a rad skateboard!"

"Heh. Like nothing ever happened." Marcus whispers to himself. "Yup. Lead the way."

The day progresses and the two have their fun. Well, Marcus mostly. He's given Roland eight snacks and ten diaper changes. That translates to... eight fingerings and ten blowjobs. A very busy and satisfying day indeed.

Nightfall comes eventually and the two get ready for bed. This is the final night Marcus has the cub to himself. As much as it pains him to part ways so soon, he intends to make these final hours count.

"PJ time!" Roland shouts with glee.

"You know what? Let's just skip the onesie just for tonight. It smells bad and needs to be washed anyway..."

"Aww, c'mon mister Marcus! I wear it to sleep every night!"

"I already put it in the washing machine. You'll live through one night of no PJ's. Jeez." Marcus rubs the cub's head. "So, uh... anything else you need before I turn your lights off?"

"Hmm..." Roland looks around his race car themed bedroom. "Oh! Bedtime story! Please!"

Bingo.

"Bedtime story, eh? Do you know what you have to do to get a bedtime story?"

"Uhm... I didn't know I had to do anything for bedtime stories..."

"Well tonight is a special night, so... it's a special trade."

Roland doesn't like the sound of that. None of these trades so far have been to his liking. What possibly can this 'special trade' entail?

"Don't worry. Just lay on your belly and it'll be over soon."

"Oooookay..." Roland rolls onto his belly, his tail swaying side to side as he waits.

Marcus hops onto the bed and pulls down on the back of the diaper, removing the flap like a hatch. Rolands plump butt lies within, his cheeks as bulbous as ever squished in this position. The crazy-eyed mouse mounts the cub, keeping Roland's legs underneath him.

"Uhm... what are you doing, mister Marcus?"

"No need to worry," he responds as he frees his throbbing erection. "I'm just gonna, uh... clean the inside of your butt." He spits on his hand and rubs the saliva on his cock like a lubricant.

"I don't think I want that... sounds gross..."

"I didn't ask you what you wanted. I'm telling you what's going to happen. Just try not to scream..."

"Scream? I'm scared mister RowlaaaAAAHHH!" A thick cylindrical object pierces into his tailhole like a hard poo going in reverse. That's no ordinary finger... that's a mega finger. "OOOOOW! OWIE, OWIE!" Roland squeels, digging his face into the pillow. "T-Take it out! It hurts!"

"Freakin' awesooooome..." Marcus revels in the delightful feeling of the chubby boy's thick buttcheeks gobbling down on his cock. "You're fine... just breathe..."

M-Mister Marcus...!" Roland grips the sheets and bites his lips. "It hurts...!"

"It'll be over soon... just keep quiet like a good boy." Marcus grabs his buttcheeks, pulls himself out, and slams back inside. "Ohhmfff... that's what I'm talking about! No wonder everyone hypes up getting laid so much!"

Rowland, ignorant to his lewd comments, braces himself for each pump. They doesn't feel good at all but it lessens the pain to be ready for them. Actually... he doesn't even need his butt cleaned. He already went potty a couple hours ago! What gives?

Marcus continues his immature and erratic thrusts into the boy. He definitely looks goofy but boy does it feel incredible. Nothing like having your cock clamped down on by hot, fleshy walls. It seems to feel better and better with each slam. The memory-foam like buttcheeks add a whole other dimension of pleasure.

"Mmm... MMM... MMMF..." Rowland tries his best to mute his grunts. The pain seems to be staying at a constant burn, like a long night of eating tacos with too much hot sauce. His boobs keep bouncing back and forth, a sensation he's quickly growing to hate.

"I'm getting close...yes... yeeees..." Marcus increases the intensity and frequency of his humps, even making the twin sized car bed rock back and forth. Roland's buttcheeks now clap onto the slick cock, providing an extra degree of pleasure.

Roland can't help but feel what they're doing is dirty, especially with those loud smacking sounds coming from his butt. It sounds like someone slapping a piece of raw meat over and over. His paws still claw at the sheets, not because of the pain, but to help keep him in place. Quiet whimpers and moans escape through his nose.

"Mmm... here... it... COMES!" Marcus rams himself inside the cub as deep as his four inches will allow one last time. "OOOOOOHHHH YEEEAAAAH!" His thick cream explodes deep inside the cub's poop chute. He can feel the meaty walls concave as a reactionary response to the foreign liquid. It can't get any better than this.

"Uh... ewww..." Roland moans. The pain finally stops, but now it feels like he's being filled up with warm diarrhea. This has to be one of the strangest ways to clean someone's butt ever.

"There... there ya go, buddy..." Marcus deposits the last of his slippery goo inside the cub. There goes his virginity, officially. Now he can flaunt this at school and give himself a little bit of street cred. He won't be able to say how or with whom, but doesn't matter, had sex.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow of his orgasm he pulls out his slick dick from the tight hole and quickly refastens the sweaty cub's diaper. His cum oozes out but stays within the confines of the padded sanctuary. A quick nut and no mess. That's the dream.

"Uhm... thanks for cleaning my butt, mister Marcus..." Roland says as he sits up, sloshing around the slippery jizz in his diaper.

"Don't... hah... don't mention it. Let's read you that story and... get some sleep. Sound good?"

"Story time? Yaaaaay!" Roland exclaims with newfound enthusiasm.

After reading the same story and somehow not falling asleep, Marcus returns to the master bedroom to enjoy his last night in the luxurious bed. He's snuggled up in the sheets, AC on full blast, and cock still wet from his rectal exploration.

"Dang... time really flies when you're not being bossed around by a bunch of jerk faces. I'm really gonna miss it here... huh?" He turns to see his phone blinking. A text message.

"Let's see... 'Hello Mucus'. Yup, that's mom. 'The chubster's dad says he'll be out for a few more days. He'll need you to stay for a week. Sorry not sorry.' No freakin' way... no FREAKIN' WAY! YEEEES!" Marcus takes off his whitey tidies and throws them on the ground. "I'm gonna sleep in the nude tonight! I'm the KING around here! Hah! I hope that booty is ready kid, 'cause I'll be riding it for seven sweet, sweet days...