Randall's Diaper Punishment: Repercussions
#4 of Randall's Diaper Punishment
A series I started working on some time ago. I'm uploading the first 5 parts now so I can upload the recently finished part 6 everywhere at once.Original Description: A 10K word commission for Draugr . Randall decides to take it easy, but what could possibly be heading his way for not finishing his chores when Nathan asked him to?
Randall's Diaper Punishment: Repercussions lunarrush
Randall made his way out of the office building to Max's car, where the fox was already waiting with the back seat door open. The wolf's cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he moved along, the infantile diaper taped to his tush left him waddling just as much as the soreness in his rump from the shagging Nathan had just given him. Randall felt his stretched tail-hole dribbling a slick trail of spunk that was gunking his butt fur up and absorbing into the waiting padding below him.
Max smiled as the pup got close, and Randall whined softly as he had a hard time reading what the fox was thinking. Was it a smile of friendliness, or one of recognition of the reason he'd be waddling like a toddler? As Randall bent to get in the car he felt the fox's hand pull out the back of his diaper discreetly and the wolf whined audibly as his pampers were checked right here on the semi busy street. Randall reflexively tried to stand, but before he could straighten the check was over.
Randall slid into the back of the car and moaned audibly as his aching tail-hole planted on the firm seat. The wolf watched as Max buckled him in, staying still to help the process go faster so less people would see him getting his seat belt put on like a puppy. Max easily clicked the buckle into place, then shut the door and moved around to the front seat. The fox started the car and the two of them drove off, heading down the road as Max turned up the radio.
Randall looked out the window as they drove along and realized they were taking another way home. Max simply drove on, happily whistling along to the tune playing on the radio while Randall wriggled very lightly in his seat from the slowly fading soreness in his hind end. The car ride took them through the back roads of the city this time, rather than along the major roadways they'd traveled to get to Nathan's place of work for his lunch. Randall couldn't help but notice the swimming pool was open as they passed by, a reminder that soon summer would be upon them.
Max reached back and handed the wolf the bottle of apple juice he'd packed before they left. Randall looked around nervously, fully aware there were passerby able to see him in the untinted backseat if he started to drink from the oversized baby bottle. Max chuckled at the anxious pup as he watched him in the rear view mirror, "Alright little guy, if you get that all drank up by the time we get to your place I've got a surprise for you."
Randall wasn't sure what the fox had in store, but he did know that his behavior was being reported to Nathan. He didn't want to risk a punishment for failing to obey what the fox told him to do, so begrudgingly he lifted the nipple to his mouth and started to drink the juice. The wolf lifted his bottle only as much as it took for him to start the juice flowing into the nipple. As he drank down the still cold juice he started to calm down. While it could have been the all to familiar motion of sucking the rubber teat in his mouth calming down it was really more that so far as he could tell not one person had even glanced at him as he drank from his bottle like a toddler.
As they drove along Randall felt the urge to piss growing with every swallow of chilly apple juice. His first instinct was to fight the urge, but seconds later his logic overcame that thought and he let go. He felt the diaper growing warm between his legs, ballooning out slightly and making the bulge in his crotch grow slightly more notable. He knew he must be decently soggy as he felt streams of wetness flowing down the diaper and into its seat, causing the already damp spot where he'd been leaking Nathan's fluids to grow into a veritable puddle for the babied pup to sit in.
After what felt like forever to the squirmy and soggy pup they reached the house. The diaper felt absolutely waterlogged, and as Max stopped the car Randall unbuckled himself. The fox moved around the car, and as soon as the door was open Randall stepped out and whined loudly due to his huggies hanging heavily between his knees. The pup toddled along the walkway ahead of his caretaker so he could get out of sight as soon as possible and had the key code plugged in before the fox was even halfway up the walk. Randall was certain his neighbors could see the unnatural roundness of the absolutely drenched diaper even through he was wearing pants and wanted nothing more than to be inside as soon as possible.
Max eventually reached the front door where Randall was waiting for him just inside and stopped to pick up his backpack before moving up the stairs. "Now, from the way you were walking I'm gonna guess you're pretty soggy. Why don't you show me where your diapers are kept little guy and we'll get you into a nice fresh diaper?" Max asked, his face covered in his characteristically sunny smile.
Randall looked down shyly, he hadn't really considered what would happen when he needed a diaper change. The thought of getting his pampers changed by someone he'd only gotten to know for an afternoon like Max cranked all the demeaningly toddlerish feelings of being confined to diapers to their maximum and left Randall stunned. As far as the wolf knew all of the diapers were either in their master bedroom or the nursery. Randall's face was crimson from the mere thought of getting his soggy huggies changed by his babysitter, and he couldn't help the audible whine in the back of his throat as he looked back up. "I-I don't think I need a change yet," Randall nearly whispered as he hoped his lie would save him from this mortifying experience at least a little longer.
"Aww, don't worry little guy, I promise I'm pretty good at changing cubs like you. Besides that, I'm sure leaking would be far more embarrassing than just getting a change when you really need one, wouldn't it?" Max asked as he moved closer to Randall, "Now, you go ahead and lead the way and we'll get you all fixed up."
Randall grunted, he hadn't considered what would happen if the diaper got too loaded up. He knew the change, no matter how undignifying it might feel, was an inevitability now. Randall started trudging down the hall hesitantly. The wolf led the way to the end of the hall, intent on going into their master bedroom. He hadn't accounted for the door to the nursery still being open from his visit there this morning, and whined in embarrassment as Max saw the obvious use babyish furniture and steered the red faced pup straight into the nursery before he could protest.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting all this. Your daddy really goes all out, the playground was one thing but I wasn't expecting a full on nursery too," The fox said in his infectiously cheery voice. Randall couldn't keep his eyes off the floor, his cheeks were flush and though he stammered a bit he couldn't get a proper response out. The fox didn't miss a beat, he took the blushy pup by the hand and led him to the changing table.
The inevitability of what was to come sunk in as Randall laid down on the table and wiggled lightly while he watched the fox reach below the table and grab out a fresh diaper, some talcum powder, and a bottle of baby lotion. The wolf's hands moved up to cover his face as the fox set the changing supplies down and started lowering his pants. "Aww, its okay little guy, I promise we'll get back to having fun real soon," Max said kindly, looking around before moving over to the crib and pulling one of the plush toys out of it.
Max held the plush out for the abashed wolf, and though it made Randall's blush deepen he could see the expectation in the fox's eyes that he take the toy. He grabbed the teddy bear in close, holding it up against his face as the fox moved back to the foot of the table. Though he didn't understand fully why, the toy nestled tightly in his arms calmed the wolf down very slightly as he heard the tapes of the soggy diaper ripped away and felt the soaked garment opened up and moved out of the way.
Randall felt like the whole world could see him in all his nude glory as the fox lifted him up and off the soaked undergarment. He couldn't help but dwell on what was happening: he was getting a diaper change from a practical stranger and it made embarrassment surge through his body. The fox, an obvious professional, continued the change as if nothing was wrong. He started by thoroughly scrubbing Randall's crotch with baby wipes. He made sure to clean everywhere, including lifting Randall's rear off the table and wiping his behind down.
As soon as that was done, Randall felt the fresh diaper being slid below him. The fox wasn't quite as strong as Nathan, and Randall could feel his arms shaking as he slid the diaper into place before setting the big pup's rear on his fresh pampers. The fox opened the top of the talcum bottle, and gave Randall's crotch a through spattering of the white sweet smelling substance before grabbing the bottle of lotion and dribbling a spurt out onto his hand.
Randall couldn't help the adorable mewl from his mouth as he felt the fox's hand spread the lotion and rub in the powder. He looked past the plush in his arms at the fox almost as if in betrayal, but the experienced caregiver didn't slow down as he gently spread the layer of lotion and powder over Randall's loins. He got everywhere he could, even lifting the wolf up to spread a layer on his rump. The wolf huffed in chagrin, unable to help just how hard the embarrassment impacted him as he lay there for the babysitter to change him like a good puppy. Finally satisfied with the formalities, the fox pulled the front of the fresh diaper into place and taped it up. Finally, the fox moved to the side of the table and held out a hand to help the pink faced wolf pup to his feet.
"See little guy, that wasn't so bad was it? Now, lets go ahead and go to the living room and I'll show you the surprise I brought," Max said as Randall stood up. The two of them started out of the nursery, and Randall couldn't help the resurgent flash of embarrassment that bolted through him when they passed the potty training chart just outside the guest bathroom. He could see that the door to the bathroom was unlocked and slightly open right now, most likely so that if the fox had to pee he'd have somewhere to do it. They made their way through the kitchen and back to the living room where they sat down on the couch and Max opened his backpack up.
The fox reached inside and Randall leaned forward to try to see what was being pulled out of the bag. Max revealed a Playstation 4 from his bag and set it on the table as well as several games. Randall noted none of them were rated above T, most likely due to Nathan letting the fox know that part of his puppyish punishment was that he was restricted to more kiddy activities. "Alright little guy, we can play video games for a while. Your daddy said to let you know that you need to get your chores done while he's at work, so make sure to keep an eye on the time," the fox said as he started hooking the Playstation up to the television.
Randall looked over the games and his tail wagged as he saw the fox had brought the Kingdom Hearts collections. He'd played most of these games at least once, but some of the ones included on the collection were remakes of the side titles that he'd not gotten a chance to play because they hadn't invested in a Playstation 4 just yet. He picked up the two mega packs and decided to start with the first one due to it having one of the titles he hadn't played just yet.
The fox turned to him with a smile and grabbed the game case from him. "Ah, good choice. Since this one's one player I'll go ahead and get you set up to play it, and I'll watch while you do," Max said kindly before turning to the Playstation and putting the disk in. Randall watched as he navigated the menu, scrolling through all the games on the collection and waiting for the wolf to let him know which he wanted to play.
Randall let the fox know when he was on the right game and Max set up a new game on the basic difficulty before handing the controller to the wolf. The fox laid back on the couch and Randall sat next to him and started to play. The thought of his unfinished chores crossed his mind a few times as he went along, but the wolf simply dismissed it whenever it did. He knew he'd have tomorrow to get the chores done anyway, and this game wouldn't be here when the fox wasn't. He didn't suspect he'd be needing any more babysitting anyway, the punishment was set to end before the end of Nathan's vacation. Not to mention the fox made no further mention of the chores, whether because Nathan had only told him to bring it up or whether because he too was getting absorbed into the story of the game Randall couldn't know for sure.
Before he knew it Randall saw Max sit up and stretch from the position he'd been in basically all afternoon save for a few trips to the bathroom. "Alright little guy, I think its time for dinner. I'll go get something ready, but its time to get this wrapped up. You go ahead and play for about fifteen minutes more while I go cook." Max said with a chuckle. Randall frowned, he'd only gotten through about a quarter of the game and he wanted to keep going with it. "Don't worry little guy, I'll bring this over again if I babysit for you again so you can keep going. I keep a profile up for every little I watch, so you'll be able to pick up from where you were last time," Max said cheerfully, causing the pup to blush at the thought of needing any more babysitting in the future.
Randall continued to play, losing track of time but saving often as he heard the babysitter cooking in the kitchen. He paid little attention to anything outside the game, that is until all too soon the fox returned and moved over to the Playstation. "Alright pup, you all saved?" he asked as his finger floated over the power button. Randall nodded and Max turned off the power, sending the television back to the blue screen that read waiting for input before powering that off as well. Randall stood up, stretched, and walked to the dining room table where he could see Max had already pulled the tray off the high chair and it was all ready for him.
The wolf sat down in the high chair obediently if a bit reluctantly. He couldn't help but feel even more cubby sitting in the high chair wearing nothing but the shirt and diaper the babysitter had left him in for the afternoon. The fox easily strapped him in and snapped the tray into place before grabbing a fresh bib from the pile and tied it around the wolf's neck Max moved back to the kitchen to get whatever he'd prepared while Randall ruminated for a moment on just how silly this would look to someone uninitiated. The wolf writhed as he saw the bowl of green mush in the fox's hand, he wasn't sure which one Max had heated up but couldn't help but gag at the thought of eating any more of the punishment baby food he'd been fed before.
Max set the bowl of the table alongside some chicken strips he'd heated for himself. The fox ignored his own meal for the moment and spooned out a gob of the green goo onto a spoon before turning to Randall. "I...C-can't I have chicken strips too?" Randall asked nervously as he eyed the spoonful of emerald slime that was being steadily moved toward his face.
"Well, your daddy said to feed you this for dinner, so not tonight," Max replied as he moved the spoon closer to the reluctant pup. Randall opened his mouth to protest, but the fox was quick and the wolf felt the spoonful of homemade baby food quickly shoveled in as his eyes widened in surprise. The wolf swallowed hard, but was greeted by the flavor of bacon rather than that of overwhelming vegetable: this was the one that didn't taste that terrible. The fox giggled lightly as he watched the wolf's reaction of disgust followed by relief. "Yeah, I tasted it to make sure I got the right one pup," he teased as he put the spoon back in the bowl and got another spoonful ready.
The feeding continued for several minutes, and the fox occasionally paused to take a few bites of his own meal. Randall ate the food obediently, though the consistency of the green baby food wasn't his favorite. The wolf could at least be happy it tasted pleasant. Eventually there was nothing left to eat, and the fox chuckled before taking the empty dishes in and setting them in the sink. Randall could see from his high chair's limited view of the kitchen that the fox was getting something out of the fridge, but he couldn't tell what as he wriggled against the reigns of his babyish chair in slight boredom.
Soon enough Max returned with a big baby bottle full of milk. The fox set the bottle on the table for a moment before reaching behind the chair and messing with something. Randall heard the click of the tray unbuckling, and blushed lightly as he curiosity drove him to ask, "Hey, how do ya do that?"
Max chuckled as he returned to the front of the chair and pulled the tray away before unbuckling Randall. "Your daddy told me the trick to it, but if he's not told you you'll have to ask him. I don't want to give it away because its a really good trick to keep pups like you in their place," the fox teased as he picked up the bottle and Randall got to his feet. The wolf felt particularly small as the fox's demeanor very effectively made him feel like a pup. The fox walked into the living room and set the bottle on the coffee table, and Randall followed along and looked to see what the fox was going to do.
Max searched through the television guide and Randall sat down on the couch. He could see several things he'd like to watch go past, but knew most of them would probably be blocked by the parental codes so he simply let Max keep searching. Eventually the fox settled on a channel showing old Loony Tunes episodes, then handed Randall the bottle. The wolf started to drink it as he knew the fox expected, but soon realized it had even been warmed up for him. He looked up at the clock and saw it was about 7:45, fifteen minutes short of his new bedtime.
Max and Randall watched the cartoons in relative silence and the wolf felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier despite his want to stay up until Nathan got home. As Randall rested his eyes for a moment he heard the fox click the television off, and opened them to see that what had felt like a moment to him had really been closer to half an hour. "Alright little guy, don't want your daddy to find you asleep on the couch. Lets get you to bed," Max said kindly as he held a hand down for Randall.
Randall yawned loudly and took the fox's hand. He stumbled to his feet, nearly tripping over the coffee table as Max held him from one side to steady him. The two of them made their way through the house, Max guiding the wolf along and toward the bedrooms. Rather than heading into the master bedroom, however, Max ebbed the sleepy wolf into the nursery. "N-no, I usually sleep across the hall," Randall whined as he saw Max opening the side of the crib.
"Well, I wouldn't feel right going into the master bedroom and your daddy didn't leave any instructions. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll get you out and take you over there when he gets home if he thinks its the right thing to do," Max responded like he was talking to a cranky puppy as he moved to the closet in the guest room. Randall stood there, nearly asleep on his feet and too tired to argue the point further as the fox dug through the closet. Eventually he settled on a drop-seat footed sleeper with a duck pattern and a light blue coloration.
The fox moved to Randall and slid a fingertip between his diaper and waist. The wolf squirmed in place, but didn't move to stop the diaper check despite his chagrin that it had to happen. "Hmm, we'd better put you in a night time diaper before we get you in your pjs." Max said as he led the wolf over to the changing table. Randall whimpered as he realized he could only remember wetting the incredibly thick diaper a few times that afternoon. He hadn't expected to need another change, but he groggily followed the fox to the padded tabletop and laid down while Max got the changing supplies out.
Max pulled the tapes from the visibly soaked pampers and balled up the diaper to toss it in the pail at the foot of the table. The fox moved to put a thicker night time diaper underneath the heavy eyed wolf. Randall's blush made it obvious he still wasn't used to having his huggies changed by someone other than himself or Nathan, but he didn't exactly have much choice in the matter. The fox grabbed a familiar pacifier that had been left on the changing table and pushed it in the pouting pup's mouth before going back to work applying a thick layer of baby oil and talcum powder to Randall's fluffy rump.
After the nighttime diaper with its star and moon pattern had been taped firmly around Randall's hind end the fox picked up the footed sleeper and started fitting it over the pup's feet. He gently slid it into place as he realized Randall looked ready to fall asleep right there on the changing table. He got it into place, then helped Randall sit up before pulling the unsnapped onesie he'd been wearing most of the day up and off the pup. Max helped Randall to his feet, and as the wolf swayed the fox zipped the onesie up the back and pulled the wolf's arms through their respective holes.
Finally, after he was fully dressed, Max guided Randall over to the side of the crib. The wolf got in without further fuss and laid back on the soft mattress as the fox closed the veritable cage around him. Max sat down in the rocking chair that had been left by the side of the crib when Nathan had left earlier. He pulled out his phone, and after a few moments the sound of soft music filled the nursery.
Randall whined at just how cubby he felt at that exact moment. He fought to keep his eyes open despite the tiredness, eager to prove the music wasn't going to put him to sleep. Yet the soft lullaby music and the gentle creaking of the rocking chair as the fox sat in it flipping through something on his phone slowly started to get to him. The wolf fell fast asleep, snoring lightly, and the fox moved in and tucked his charge in by gently pulling the blankets up and over the snoozing wolf.
Randall woke the next morning and looked around with a yawn. The first thing he noted was that Max wasn't there, the second was that the room was brighter than usual, and the third was that he was still in the crib in the nursery. He whined as he looked around: Nathan was nowhere to be seen in the room and he wondered if his boyfriend had come home last night. He moved to the side of the crib and started looking at the panel that was used to close it. He noticed the bars were crosshatched close to the latch, making it impossible to get a hand through to undo it from the inside. He was stuck in the crib until someone came to let him out. That's when he noticed the baby monitor on the bedside table next to the crib, his face reddened instantly as he knew Nathan must have set it up so he knew when the wolf woke up.
Randall sat back in the crib and looked around the nursery. He listened for the sounds of Nathan coming, but the room remained entirely silent as he looked at all the babyish furniture. After a few minutes he couldn't help but whine, he wasn't sure if Nathan had heard him wake up and didn't know how much longer he'd be left in his crib. He could feel and smell that the night time diaper was soggy, though it could probably still hold a bit more. Eventually he turned toward the baby monitor and said, "Nathan, I'm awake."
Randall sat back down and looked at the doorway expectantly, yet Nathan didn't appear right away like he thought he would. The wolf sat looking dumb in the crib, and whined audibly as he felt his dependence on Nathan reinforced effortlessly by not having any choice on when he got out of bed if he was put in his crib. After a few minutes he laid back down, whimpering and looking at the ceiling as he felt the urge to wet himself grow more intense until he was forced to release.
Randall had no idea how long he was stuck in the crib. All he knew is that he was bored out of his mind. After a while he even took to playing with the plush toys that were kept in the enclosure, if only to keep himself from going crazy in the silence. Eventually he heard the door to the nursery open up, and saw Nathan walk in looking as if he had just woken up. "Good morning puppy, I hope you slept well," Nathan said with a chuckle as he walked to the side of the crib.
"G-good morning," Randall said as he moved to the side of the crib nearest the door. However, Nathan didn't move to open it immediately and rather started digging through the drawer of the bedside table. Randall looked at him in confusion, then whimpered and flattened his ears as he saw the container of suppositories in his boyfriend's hand.
"Alright pup, you ready to mess your diaper on your own or do you need daddy's help again?" Nathan asked as he moved to the side of the crib and stood with his arms folded. Randall whimpered and looked up in Nathan's eyes, he knew he wasn't getting out the crib without answering one way or another.
Still, it was worth a try to the humiliated pup to try to have a day where he didn't have to spend any time in a messy diaper. "I-I don't have to go," Randall bluffed, hoping Nathan would buy it and let him out of his crib. Of course, the look on the caribou's face said it all: he knew the pup would say anything to avoid a messy diaper.
"Alright Randall, turn around and move over to the bars," Nathan said expectantly as he crossed his arms more firmly across his chest. Randall whined as he looked around and realized that if he wanted to get out of the crib anytime soon he had no choice but to obey. The wolf turned around and slowly toddled backward on his knees. As soon as he was within arm's reach he felt Nathan reach through the bars and unbutton the drop seat of his pjs. He felt the back of his diaper lowered, exposing his tail hole. His tail was curled between his legs as the dread of what was to come washed over him.
He felt Nathan grab his tail in one hand and hike it up and out of the way. He squirmed as he felt Nathan's other hand move in and start to smear a light bit of Vaseline he'd dipped his finger into around the pup's tail hole. Randall felt the pressure of the suppository being pushed firmly into him, and yipped lightly as he felt his boyfriend's finger push it up into him deeper, ensuring it would stay up inside the wolf until it had done its job.
The caribou repeated the process three more times, shoving suppository after suppository up the trembling wolf's tail hole. Finally, Randall felt the back of the diaper pulled back up and the caribou's hand pat him on his crinkly rear. He felt the back of his pjs pulled back up and buttoned back into place. "Alright, I'll be back to check on you in just a bit," Nathan said as he walked back out the door.
Randall started to feel the urgency quickly as the little liquid filled pills burst up inside him and delivered their payload. He grunted and fought against it, trying to find something to distract him from the urgent need to fill his pants. The silence of the room and the intensity of the urge made this nearly impossible, and he felt his tail flagging on its own and knew he wasn't far off. He fought to hold back, but soon enough found himself filling the diaper just like the caribou had intended.
Randall whimpered pathetically as he finished. He turned toward the door and saw Nathan wasn't back yet, and his nose wrinkled at the potent scent that filled the air. He felt utterly ashamed, and couldn't help but feel it wouldn't have been nearly this intense if he'd just agreed to do it on his own. He went back to playing with the toys, doing his best to distract himself from the mortifying load in his diaper but notably not sitting down to avoid mushing it against his fur.
After what felt like forever to the dumpy diapered pup but was in all actuality most likely just minutes later Nathan appeared in the doorway. Randall turned toward him happily, however the look on the caribou's face was that of slight disappointment. "I just went to check and your chores weren't done like I asked last night pup."
Randall's ears lowered as he knew what that look in combination with those words meant. He'd goofed up by not finishing up his chores and letting himself get too distracted by the video games Max had brought over. Nathan stood in the doorway for a moment, his hand on his chin signaling his deep contemplation over what the pup's punishment was going to be.
Nathan gave the pup a smirk, and Randall's heart sunk as he realized the caribou had come up with a suitable punishment. "Since you were such a baby about getting your chores done, and since I've confirmed Max told you to get them done like I asked him you're going to get them done this morning. You'll not be getting a diaper change until that and breakfast are done."
Randall's face was as red as a tomato. He hadn't expected the punishment for not doing his chores to be quite as powerful as the one the caribou had just delivered. "W-what?" was all he could say as his mind went over it again and again, trying to comprehend how he was even going to get anything done with a big lump in his pants.
"I think you heard me pup. I'm disappointed you didn't finish your chores so you're going to do them as you are now. The faster you get them done the quicker you'll be out of that stinky diaper," Nathan decreed again, causing the wolf to groan loudly as the full impact of the punishment set in.
Randall wanted to argue the point as Nathan moved over and unlatched the side of the crib to let him out, but the alpha expression on his boyfriend's face put him in his place and told him this wasn't the time to complain. The wolf climbed gingerly from the crib as Nathan stood to the side, and with one last pathetic look in the caribou's direction started for the door with his tail tucked between his legs.
Every step made Randall waddle notably, and as he walked down the hall he felt incredibly self-conscious of everything he was feeling. The scent of packed pampers followed him around like the world's most degrading perfume cloud. Nathan followed fairly close behind him and kept a close eye on the abashed wolf as he made his way into the kitchen.
Randall looked around the room and saw that all the dishes from yesterday were waiting for him in the sink. There were also several spots on the counter than needed to be wiped down, and he could tell the floors needed to be swept and mopped. He heard Nathan move past him into the dining room, and sighed as he started water flowing into the sink to soak the dishes. He heard something being moved behind him, and as he turned around he saw Nathan had pulled one of the chairs from the table and set it in the doorway of the kitchen.
Randall whimpered, knowing full well Nathan was going to watch every second of him takeing care of his chores. He started to roll up his sleeves, but soon saw the caribou move wordlessly toward him and start to unzip the pjs. He stood still, the blush on his face growing all the more hot as the only thing keeping his messy pants from being on full display was removed, leaving him wearing nothing but his soiled pampers. The wolf turned back to the sink, and started working on scrubbing the dishes.
Randall grunted softly whenever he caught a whiff of himself, and did his best to limit his range of motion to only that which would allow him to work without moving his hips. He occasionally looked back to see Nathan watching him, and his ears remained lowered while he worked as the punishment did its job incredibly effectively. Eventually Randall realized because he'd left the dishes to sit overnight they'd have to sit in the sink water a bit longer to be effectively washed off.
Randall turned his attention from the sink full of dirty dishes and to the counter tops. He grabbed the dish rag and started scrubbing their surfaces, but yipped in embarrassment as the constant scrubbing made the soaked and filled padding wriggle on his waist in a way that reminded him perfectly what a baby he must look like right now. What's worse, he already felt the urge to wet himself building up again.
The wolf moved on from the counter tops and grabbed the broom. He danced lightly from foot to foot as he started to sweep because he didn't want to make his diaper any heavier until at least the sweeping and mopping was done. He saw Nathan pull out his phone, and whimpered as he realized it was being pointed at him as he potty danced and swept the floor. "N-nathan..." he whined as the caribou chuckled and recorded him.
"Aww, don't worry so much pup, otherwise you'll end up stuck longer," Nathan said with a huge grin as he lowered his phone, obviously done recording the compromising footage. The wolf continued to sweep, but the pressure in his bladder was already growing too intense to ignore and Randall knew it was going to come out soon. When he felt the sudden trickle between his legs he stopped sweeping, it had happened despite his best effort to hold in and it hadn't gotten strong enough that he'd remotely expect the flood.
Randall whined as he felt the warm liquid flowing down and into the padding. He looked down, afraid it was going to leak out and make another mess for him to clean up. Yet, the thick night time diaper merely continued to expand under the deluge from the pup's bladder as his stream tapered off. "Time's ticking pup, if you wanna do something other than clean today I'd suggest getting back to work," Nathan taunted, causing Randall to groan loudly while the caribou found every way he could to bring the wolf down a peg for his mistake.
Randall finished sweeping the floor, then turned back to the sink. He started scrubbing again and found the food particles were coming off easier. He started scrubbing the dishes up, singlemindedly focusing on the task at hand as best as he could while Nathan relaxed on the chair behind him. He finished up those that were in the sink, rinsed them off, and put them in the drainer before loading the rest in to soak. He turned to the stove with a grunt, remembering that Nathan had said that he'd not get a change until after breakfast.
As the pup moved to the refrigerator he started pulling out several ingredients for the meal. When he turned back to the stove he saw Nathan standing in front of it wearing a cooking apron and his house shorts. "I'll take care of cooking puppy, you just clean the dishes as I dirty them and make sure to go clean up the living room and dining room," Nathan said, causing Randall to blush brighter. He knew what the caribou meant now: they'd be eating breakfast before he got a diaper change.
The wolf handed over what he'd taken from the fridge to the caribou, grabbed the dish rag, and waddled gingerly into the dining room. He could see the tray to his high chair had a bit of green mush speckled on its surface and dried on from the day before, and the table had a few spots of food that needed to be cleaned up as well. He started scrubbing it off nearly effortlessly, but knew it would have been even easier to deal with if he'd not given it a day to dry out.
The dining room didn't take terribly long to clean, and he moved to the laundry chute in this room and dropped his messy bibs from yesterday inside. He moved into the living room and started straightening the couch covers up and putting things in order. As he did he heard the sound of something frying from the kitchen, and soon returned to find Nathan had fried up several eggs and a small pan of hash browns. However, he also noticed that there was only really enough there for one of them, then he sighed as he noticed the pan of oatmeal cooking on the back burner.
Nathan turned to the doorway, "Ah, just in time. You can finish up the dishes after breakfast, lets go ahead and eat." The wolf watched as Nathan poured out a large bowl of the oatmeal and walked with the plate of food and the bowl toward him and the doorway. The wolf walked into the dining room and stood to the side of his high chair. He shifted from foot to foot as he looked at the baby seat and his boyfriend, and could feel the lump in the back of his padding hanging ominously as he did so. He knew focusing on chores was going to be harder from the moment he sat down, and couldn't help but wish the punishment was over.
Nathan set the plate and the bowl down on the table, then chuckled as he noticed Randall delaying. He moved up behind the wolf and hugged him in close. "Have you learned your lesson little guy?" he asked softly near one of Randall's ears. The pup looked over his shoulder and nodded, tears forming at the corner of his eyes as he realized just how effective the punishment had been. He'd not be skipping his chores again anytime soon, if not to avoid something like this happening again merely so he wouldn't have to work extra hard at them.
"Well then, I'll give you a choice. I'll give you a change and a break from the rest of your chores, but if I do then when I go to the store later you're gonna come along and be a good boy the whole time. Does that sound fair?" Nathan whispered as he held the pup in close.
Randall felt small in his boyfriend's arms. Here he was, blurry eyed and whimpering like a pup, but Nathan knew just what to do. He snuggled back into the caribou's grip, then responded back shakily, "Y-yes daddy." He could feel the soft dominance of his boyfriend's embrace, as the caribou moved from hugging him to holding his hand and leading him toward the nursery.
As the two of them arrived Nathan opened the sink in the specialty changing table. Randall looked around, trying to keep himself distracted just a bit longer, but yelped when he felt Nathan move in and pick him up. The caribou's hand planted firmly on the back of the padding he'd done so well not to smash up to this point, mushing its humiliating contents all over the wolf's butt fur as he gave the caribou a look of dumbfounded betrayal.
"Heh, don't give me that look, I'm the one changing you aren't I?" he asked as he moved with Randall and set him down on the table.
The wolf couldn't argue that logic, though he still squirmed in Nathan's arms as he was set on the table. He knew that grope on the rear was one last reminder of the punishment, one last thing for him to remember next time he decided to skip out on doing his chores. He looked up at Nathan his expression one of complete submission to the will of the dominant Caribou.
Nathan unstrapped the padding and used the absolutely soaked diaper front to clean the brunt of the mess from Randall's rear. The wolf felt incredibly grateful that his time in the messy diaper had come to its end, yet couldn't help but wonder why Nathan would trade the last of the punishment for compliance at the store later. It didn't seem like something he'd even have to ask for, but the wolf shook it off as an excuse for the caribou to let him off easier than he'd promised earlier.
The wolf jumped as he felt the steam of warm water from the table's sink brush against his behind. "Aww, don't worry little guy, almost got you all cleaned up," Nathan said as Randall's sheepish expression showed just how little he felt on the padded changing table. As Nathan scrubbed away Randall sighed, happy this morning's punishment was over but with the full knowlledge he was still in diapers for the next few days, that Nathan would take advantage of every second of it to remind him who was in charge, and that this wasn't going to be the last messy diaper for him.
After the diaper change, Randall was dressed in a onesie and jeans and led back to breakfast. Much to his surprise, Nathan elected to go half and half on the food so that Randall wouldn't have only mushy oatmeal for breakfast. He felt content overall, and gratefully went to do his chores in his fresh pants as soon as he was released from the high chair. Nathan started to gather things together for their trip to the store and moved around the house while packing a diaper bag. Randall blushed and wondered just how long they were going to be at the store if the caribou was bringing along a packed diaper bag, but knew he had no right to complain due to their earlier agreement.
After Randall finished up the dishes and mopped the kitchen floor Nathan led him in to the playpen in the front room. He saw that several blocks were inside, and got inside without any fuss as Nathan turned the television on to old Tom and Jerry cartoons. Nathan placed a bottle of juice in the pen and Randall sighed in relief, glad his boyfriend had elected to give him something other than Barney to entertain himself while the caribou continued his preparations.
The wolf occasionally took a sip from his bottle, he knew without needing to be told that the caribou wanted the whole thing gone by the time they were ready to go to the store. Randall even found himself building a fortress out of the blocks that had been left in here for him, both as a distraction and to hopefully butter Nathan up.
After a few episodes had gone by Randall was about a quarter of the way through his bottle and Nathan returned. He had his jacket on and the diaper bag slung over one shoulder. "Alright little guy, bring your bottle with and you can drink it on the way," the caribou said cheerfully as he turned off the television. The wolf saw the caribou's grin when he looked into the pen and saw the fort, but Nathan didn't mention anything about it as he helped Randall out of the playpen and into a slick jacket.
The two of them went to the car and Randall climbed in the back seat. The wolf sat in the car seat knowing full well that's where Nathan wanted him, and though he felt a bit apprehensive it was far less than the first time he'd been strapped in for a ride. Nathan got in the front seat and Randall started drinking the bottle he'd brought with him in hopes it would make his boyfriend happy. Nathan started the radio, and Randall groaned in chagrin as he realized it was a kids sing along mix. He saw the caribou give him a cheeky smirk as he put his headphones in, leaving the wolf to listen to the babyish mix while exempting himself from it.
As the two of them drove down the road Randall found himself looking out the windows at all the bustle of the world. Yet, even that was hardly enough to distract him from the nursery rhymes playing all around him, and despite himself he even found himself humming along to the ear-worm tunes. Whenever Randall realized he'd slipped into humming he stopped himself and he did his best to look to see if the caribou had seen him but never got a hint that he had.
Eventually the two of them reached their destination. Randall sighed in relief as the babyish music shut off, and squirmed in the car seat as Nathan got fully out and opened the wolf's door to unstrap him. They were at one of the bigger malls in the city, one that Randall didn't usually visit because it was far away and when he needed to get groceries he'd usually opt for one of the convenience stores. After he was fully unstrapped, Randall climbed out of the car and Nathan reached his hand out to take the pup's.
Randall took Nathan's hand, and the two of them walked in the nearest door to the mall. The caribou led the way as Randall looked around at all the little shops, not particularly paying attention to where they were going. Many of the stores in the mall were closed, but several of them still seemed to have a nice presence here. Finally, the wolf felt himself pulled to the right, and his mouth fell open in shock: they were at a store specializing in baby products.
Randall's mouth hung agape as he turned to Nathan. The wolf's degraded expression and lowered ears proclaimed his feelings as he raised a hand and started opening his mouth and closing it like a fish out of water. As Randall tried to get his dry throat to put voice to his objections he saw the dominant glint in Nathan's eyes as the caribou said, "Not one complaint pup, I'm here to get ideas for what to order you online. We aren't buying anything today, unless of course we can find something in your size that's just too adorable to pass up or you decide you need to complain."
Randall looked around impotently as he knew this is exactly why the conniving caribou had put it the way he did. The wolf didn't have a leg to stand on after agreeing to this to get out of having to complete his punishment earlier, and like it or not he was going idea shopping with Nathan for more ways to make him feel like a puppy. He knew the caribou had the disposable income to make whatever idea struck him a reality, and as Nathan led the way boldly into the store Randall followed with heavy feet and a permanent blush on his cheeks.
Randall followed Nathan past aisles full of little clothing, separated into one that was devoted to pink and another to literally every other color. The caribou led the way to the back of the store, where the furniture was on display. As they walked around Randall felt like every person they passed knew full well why he was in the store. Of course, the blush and humiliated expression practically announced to those who kept an eye on him that there was some reason he didn't want to be in the store. He kept imagining each of the items scaled up to his size, and kept hearing the crinkling of the pampers taped firmly to his rump rustling like a trash bag with every step or sway of his tail.
Nathan paused and Randall nearly ran into him. The wolf turned and saw the caribou was looking at an assortment of baby bouncers. There were the rather large chair kind, meant more for laying back in, and also the kind that were meant to hang from a door frame to allow the toddler to bounce up and down in a far more active way. "Hmm, well look at that. I think you'd look so cute napping in one of those in our front room," Nathan said without regard for who might be listening in on their conversation.
Randall whined and looked around. The aisle was empty, but he couldn't be sure someone from the next row over hadn't heard his boyfriend's overzealous assertion. As he turned back he saw the caribou had picked up the display model for the type that usually went in doorways. "Hmm, and we could get you one of these, just would have to look into a couple suspended hooks to keep it up," the caribou continued, much to the blushing pup's chagrin.
"C-can you please be a bit more quiet," Randall whined softly to his boyfriend as he swore he heard snickering from somewhere nearby. As he turned to look for the source, however, he found he couldn't see anybody nearby and wondered if it was his mind playing tricks on him or someone actually eavesdropping on them.
"Aww, relax pup. I don't see anyone around here, in fact I bet I could give you a full on diaper check here and now and nobody would say a thing," Nathan said confidently as he dropped the floor model for the bouncer back where it had come from and moved next to the wolf. Randall yipped as he felt the caribou's hand reach down and grope the back of his pants, and squirmed in place as he felt Nathan's fingers crinkling the padding for a moment before releasing.
The two of them continued through the store, most of the other furniture was run of the mill and Randall already had a bigger version of most of it waiting in the nursery at home. Eventually they found themselves near the high chairs, and Nathan started picking up several baby sized bibs. The wolf whined as he looked at the cutsie patterns on them, including one that read "baby bottle pup" on it with a picture of a wolf's face that was an uncanny resemblance to Randall. As Nathan started holding them up Randall felt his bladder releasing, and whimpered pathetically as he realized he hadn't felt the stream until near the end. Was his potty training really that easy to break?
As Nathan compared two bibs back and fourth Randall realized something was wrong. His legs felt warm and wet, and as he looked down he saw the front of the khaki pants he'd been put in this morning were starting to turn a darker brown. His diaper was leaking! He groaned loudly, spread his legs further to try to stop some of the damage, and his face turned brilliant crimson from abject disgrace. As Nathan noticed he gave Randall a playful grin, "Well pup, I thought I'd try you out on a bit thinner of a diaper and you're a heavy enough wetter you pissed right through it," he teased, only pausing when he saw the look of terrified embarrassment plastered on the pup's face.
Nathan looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. He took off the jacket he'd worn, and quickly tied it around Randall's waist to hide the wet stains in his pants as best as he could. "Lets get you to the restroom," Nathan said softly as he grabbing Randall's hand and led the way toward the back of the store. Randall felt like every eye in the store was on him, but Nathan kept close to him and moved on as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
The caribou shielded Randall from the eyes of the other patrons of the store and kept his calm as he led the pup, who was on the verge of tears, to the restroom in the back of the store. Nathan immediately led Randall into the largest stall available and looked at the wolf apologetically, "I'm sorry puppy, I shouldn't have tried the thinner diapers before we went shopping. Don't worry though, I have a full change of clothes in your diaper bag, lets get you all fixed up."
Randall felt streams of tears flowing down his face, he was breathing far too hard and felt like he wanted to sink into the ground and vanish. Yet, As Nathan moved in and started helping him out of the wet clothes it wasn't anger he felt but gratitude that Nathan had been able to step up and be the daddy in this situation. Something troubled Randall about the accident, he hadn't felt a thing until it was far too late. If he hadn't been forced into diapers by Nathan would he have even felt it at all or just drenched his pants?
The wolf stood stock still as Nathan worked to pull his pants to his ankles, remove his soaked onesie, and tug off the offending leaky diaper. Randall noted it was significantly thinner than what Nathan had been putting him in lately, and had failed at multiple points. The caribou looked annoyed as he muttered, "I'm going to be getting a refund for these, half the thickness with all the absorbency my ass."
Nathan balled up the puppy piss soaked diaper, and reached into the diaper bag. He pulled out one with a race car design on it, as well as a fresh pair of black jeans and a dark gray onesie. He pulled out several wet wipes and started to wipe Randall's legs and crotch, ensuring every bit of the offending urine that he could get to was wiped down. He had the sniffling wolf step up and out of the soggy pants, and cleaned what soggy fur was left on his feet.
The caribou unfurled the new diaper and held it between the wolf's legs, easily sliding it up and into place. Randall felt one of his hands moved to hold the front of the padding, and felt Nathan tape it into place with all the expertise of a daddy. Nathan took a moment to adjust the wetness guards, then pulled the front of the diaper out before pouring a huge pomf of powder into the thick pampers. Randall blushed as he felt Nathan move behind him and powder down his rump as well, then felt Nathan start to slowly pull him into his fresh clothing.
After the wolf was fully dressed back up Nathan pulled out a plastic bag. He handily packed the wolf's soaked clothing into it, tied it off, and stuffed it down into the diaper bag. Randall froze for a moment as he listened for the first time since they'd entered the restroom for the sounds of anyone who might have just heard his change happen. The sound of silence that greeted the wolf prompted a sigh of relief as Nathan opened the stall and held it open for the pup.
The two of them went back to shopping, and Nathan led the way to the aisles with cub sized clothing. The caribou occasionally stopped and picked out an article of clothing to hold up to Randall to see what it would look like against his fur, and though this made the wolf blush he realized that if he didn't let it get to him that anyone who saw them would have to assume they were shopping for someone else merely for the size. Nathan occasionally took out his phone and took note of the pattern he had in his hand, and Randall knew full well the caribou had taken a liking to that particular pattern.
As they left the babyish store, Nathan led them further into the mall. They wound their way through the rows and rows of stores until finally they reached the open food court. Nathan turned toward Randall, "Alright, why don't you pick what we have today Randall?" The wolf perked up just a bit, excited at the prospect of getting to choose what to eat. He looked around, and eventually pointed at a Chinese takeout place.
The two of them strolled to the counter where a kangaroo with a pleasant expression stood waiting at the register. A drawing pad lay open on the counter, and as Nathan went forward to start placing his part of the order Randall took a look and saw a rather startlingly accurate recreation of the food court from the perspective of the kangaroo sketched out. Randall took a moment to enjoy the art, then saw a hand move to close the sketch book.
"Alright, and what can I get for you?" the kangaroo asked as he moved the closed sketch book to the back counter.
Randall could see by the look on his face that the kangaroo felt apprehensive about the art in the book, and before continuing assured, "You're a really good artist, I'm glad you left that open. I think I'd like the orange chicken meal."
The kangaroo's face lit with a cute smile and a blush. "Thank you, but they're just silly doodles. Its been my dream to be an artist for quite a while. I'll go ahead and get that food for you and bring it out when its ready," the kangaroo replied chipperly as he moved back down the counter and started ringing up the two meals for Nathan.
Randall moved into the food court and found a table that was pretty close to the restaurant but out of the way enough they could have a private conversation. He sat down and saw Nathan moving over with a smile on his face and a table marker in his hand for the server to find them when their food was ready. "Hey, I'm really sorry about that leak earlier. However, I think I have a way to help make it right. Since its supposed to be my job as a daddy to try to keep things like that from happening and I made a mistake trying those new diapers out, how about I give you the privilege back of being able to choose what you want to watch on television? That means no child lock too," Nathan said as he sat in the chair next to Randall.
Randall's tail wagged of its own accord. He knew it might be a small concession, but then again Nathan had gotten the leak taken care of rather quickly and as far as Randall knew nobody else had seen him. The wolf was tempted to push for the full end of the diaper punishment, but knew deep down that pressing his luck here would probably result in Nathan revoking the offer he'd just gotten. Aside, he knew that he wanted to be able to choose what to watch television anyway because it meant he wouldn't have to deal with another Barney marathon unless he royally screwed up. "Alright Nathan," he said cheerfully as the caribou moved in to give him a hug from the side.
Randall could see the kangaroo moving toward them carrying a large white paper bag with their food in it. Nathan turned to grab the bag and set the food out on the table before them. Randall opened his up and picked up the pair of chopsticks that had been included with it. As the two of them started in on their meal Randall couldn't help but feel happy about the way things were going. Despite the humiliating diaper still wrapping his rump and despite the fact he was in these things for three more days he now had a bit more control. Maybe he could even convince Nathan to end the punishment a day or two early so he could spend more of their vacation not having to worry about being diapered up all the time.
The wolf knew it was unlikely, but with his right to watch what he wanted on television back he felt he could see the light at the end of the tunnel of punishment. He happily ate his food alongside Nathan, his tail wagging the whole time like an overjoyed pup.