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Tom sighed in annoyance as he looked out at the room from the cradle he'd been stuck in. The thick cloth diaper pinned tightly around his waist did enough to remind him of his predicament. The pink bonnet and blue baby mitten and booties on each of his paws only served to add insult to injury. Nancy, the little girl who'd left him like this, had left a stark warning behind: stay in your cradle or get a spanking.

Yet, life wasn't all bad. Though the baby bottle she'd left behind was humiliating to drink from, it was still milk, and the blue cat didn't mind that one bit as he laid back in the cradle, pouting about being unable to go anywhere. It really made him feel more like a dumb baby to know he was stuck here, but he winced as he remembered the last time he'd been given a spanking, and it certainly wasn't something he wanted to repeat today.

Yet, as Tom slowly drained the milk bottle, he heard something more annoying than the little girl's edicts. From across the room, he could hear high-pitched laughter. As he turned that way, he realized Jerry, the small brown mouse which he was often tasked with trying to catch, was laughing at him. Of course, given his predicament, he hardly wanted to risk getting out of the cradle to deal with the little annoyance.

"Knock it off! Its not like I asked her to put me here!" Tom whined as he looked around.

"Haha, oh yeah? Well, it sure looks like you belong there. Is your diaper wet yet, Tommy?" Jerry taunted, obviously enjoying the tomcat's humiliation.

Instead of risking getting caught outside his cradle, Tom came up with a plan to deal with the humiliation caused by the mouse's teasing. He grabbed for a toy, leaning over the side of the pram, annoyed by how his diapered butt wriggled when he reached like this. He got ahold of a baby block, though it was difficult to lift with the baby mittens keeping his fingers all but useless, and lifted it into the cradle alongside himself.

Jerry was miming sucking his thumb at the blue tomcat but wasn't paying attention as the blushing cat held the block up in one hand and took aim. With an extravagant throw that sent Tom toppling onto his diapered rear, he threw the block at Jerry. He watched as it sailed through the air, only being seen by the annoying mouse a second before it clocked him on the head. Though Jerry tried to get out of the way, the wooden block was more than enough to knock him loopy, and as he got to his feet, it rolled along, sending him tumbling back into his mouse hole.

Satisfied that he'd dealt with the issue at hand, Tom lay back in his cradle. He picked up the baby bottle he'd been given and continued to suck it down little by little through the rubbery nipple. If there was one part of playing baby that he didn't mind so much, it was all the milk he got given. He could only hope Nancy would get bored of this game soon, though, since it was utterly degrading every time he got his butt stuffed in a diaper for an afternoon. He always fought to avoid wetting himself, and today was no different. Though he needed to go, he wasn't about to give in to the humiliation that would come with that.

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Jerry woke several minutes later, annoyed as he saw the baby block sitting outside his mouse hole. He moved over to it and silently moved it out of the way as he looked over at Tom again. The blue cat looked like such a dweeb in that getup, especially with the thick diaper pinned around his rump, but the mouse knew if he went back to teasing Tom, he'd just end up clocked with another block or worse.

As the mouse scowled, trying to come up with some idea to get back at Tom for whacking him with the wooden block, he heard something outside the windows. It didn't seem Tom had heard yet, as he appeared to be putting most of his focus into drinking his bottle, but Jerry heard it loud and clear. The sound of the three alley cats, Butch, Meathead, and Topsy walking by outside.

Jerry knew just what to do. Since Tom wanted to be a fussy baby, he'd let him do just that. What's more, he'd call over the dork's three friends so they could get a look at how their house pet friend was getting on with the domestic life. The brown mouse climbed a lamp cord, landing on the sill of the open window, and then whistled at the three alley cats, signaling them to come over but doing it quietly to avoid snapping Tom out of his stupor until the three of them had gotten a good look at him.

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Butch knew this was a good part of town to look for a quality meal. He scanned the houses, looking for a full trash can he could raid for today's lunch. Thankfully he was actually pretty full at the moment, but he definitely wasn't going to turn down rich-people garbage. The life of an alleycat was rough, and that meant surviving on what you could.

Thankfully, he and his two henchmen, Meathead and Topsy, had found an abandoned house to call their own. That made the shelter part of this whole living on the streets thing much easier to deal with. It still annoyed him to no end, however, that some cats were living the high life in these ritzy houses while he was stuck out here just trying to survive.

Then Butch spotted it. A plump brown mouse, waving at them from a nearby windowsill. He was hardly one to turn down a free meal, especially if it was so eager to be eaten, and Topsy and Meathead seemed to agree as they ran toward the sill and the jumping mouse quickly.

As the three of them arrived, however, the mouse held up both hands as if asking them to stop. Butch wondered what this mouse's deal was until he looked where the little guy pointed desperately. He turned his attention that way, and just what did he see? Tom, his rival in romance and an annoying house cat to boot, dressed up in a thick diaper. The black cat's jaw dropped as he saw the pink mittens and blue booties.

Butch felt his heart flutter in his chest. He couldn't quite pin it down, mainly because he'd never really felt this way about Tom before. The black alley cat had known for quite some time he was bi. In fact, he'd even been with other guys in the past. Yet, something about seeing Tom dolled up like a little baby, obviously against his will, made his heart skip a beat. He knew one thing for sure, he wanted to tease the dorky house cat about this at the very least. Perhaps even more than that, he felt a lust to completely dominate him.

"Hey guys, is that Tom?" Topsy asked quietly as he jumped up on the windowsill.

"Oh my god, it is. What a sissy," Meathead chuckled dimly.

"Hah, that's for sure. You know, we can't just leave this alone. Its obvious that what Tom needs is some babysitting," Butch said, feeling his cock stir at the thought of where this was going.

"Haha, yeah, sounds like fun, let's babysit the dweeb," Meathead cheered, obviously enjoying the thought of putting Tom in his place.

"Heh, follow my lead," Butch teased as he bent to pick up Topsy with a devious smile on his face.

This wouldn't be a day Tom would soon forget: Butch would make sure of that.

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Tom felt his eyes drooping as he leaned back in the cradle. His rear end hung over the side just a bit thanks to it being just a bit too small for him, but that hardly bothered the cat as he suckled down the milk from his bottle. He wasn't even halfway through the milk and knew he'd probably pass out before he finished it all.

The radio Nancy had left on in the corner of the room softly played an instrumental version of "Rock a Bye Baby" that seemed to lull him despite his disdain for this humiliating experience. He hadn't heard Jerry in some time and realized that sleeping through most of the baby treatment would definitely make it easier to deal with.

"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock," a familiar voice rang out through the nursery.

Tom sat up in surprise, looking over toward the source of the sound to see three familiar faces grinning over at him. He blushed sheepishly as he realized who was there: his friends were looking at him caught in the middle of this babyish predicament. He whined as he pulled his blanket up and over his diaper.

"W-what are you doing here?" Tom asked as he tried to hide as much of his humiliating getup as he could.

The alley cats ignored Tom and continued singing along to the song, not bothering with the words as Butch rocked Topsy in his arms just inside the window. Tom felt like he wanted to sink through the ground. He felt utterly exposed, and the embarrassment only seemed to get worse with every second. His face was brilliantly red as the three of them sang, but a new feeling was starting to swell inside the pampered cat like a balloon: rage. He rose from his cradle, too angry to think. As they finished the song, he ran over to the window, ready to kick them out for humiliating him like this.

"K-knock it off! I'm not a baby, get out of here!" Tom shouted as he ran across the room.

Yet, Tom could hardly be prepared for what happened next. As he ran across the room, Butch got in front of the others and pulled his foot back. Tom could see it coming, but couldn't do a thing about it as the black cat's foot swung out and connected right between his legs. Tom bent double as the alley cat gave him a kick right in his diapered balls. He whimpered helplessly as a sickening pain shot through him, incapacitating him for what came next.

"Haha, aww, look, guys! The baby wants to be played with," Meathead said dimly as he watched Butch work.

Butch moved quickly and pulled the front of Tom's diaper out. Thanks to the blue cat's flexibility and the alley cat's quick timing, Tom's head was an easy target to shove right in the front of his diaper. Tom grunted and squirmed, attempting to pull back as the pins on the front of his padding served to keep him sniffing his own aching nuts while Butch easily manipulated him.

Tom's arms were stuffed down the front of his diapers and through their respective leg holes. Tom's every breath smelled like talcum powder and his own musky dick. What made this position infinitely worse was that his bladder felt close to bursting thanks to holding it back to avoid soaking his diaper the last couple hours. He whined as he scrambled to free his head, but the mittens proved more than up to the task of keeping him from fiddling with his diaper.

"Heh, come on, guys, let's play ball!" Butch teased as he scooped Tom up from the ground.

"Pass him here!" Meathead shouted as Tom heard him run across the room.

Tom yelped as he was pulled from the ground. Thanks to the diaper keeping his face buried in his nuts, he was relatively easy to pluck up. His hands and feet scrambled for purchase, but the way he was held kept them out of the way as Tom was tossed up and over to one of the other alley cats. He felt his head and ass groped as he was passed from one hand to the other, then yelped as he was tossed up in the air again.

Tom oof-ed as his rear landed on the floor this time, and he scrambled to try to pull his arms out of the diaper holes. He yelped as he was kicked square in the nuts again, shutting down his squirms and causing him to grunt as pain shot through him. He whined as he realized the secondary effect of the blow: he was wetting his diaper and couldn't do a thing about it. He pulled his head back, but thanks to the tight diaper holding him in the worst of the stream ran down his face and dribbled into the waiting diaper. The air now stank of musky wet diapers all around the blue tomcat's head.

Tom scrambled as he got kicked airborne by one of the alley cats and caught in a pair of hands, and thankfully managed to pull his face free. He groaned as he looked down as Butch held him at arm's length. He could tell his diaper was wet now, he just hoped the black alley cat couldn't.

"Whoops!" Butch yelled as he threw Tom in the air.

Tom flailed as he flew up and bumped his head on the ceiling. He felt stunned as he dropped back into Butch's open hands.

"A daisy!" Butch teased as he caught the stunned tomcat.

Before Tom could do anything else, he felt Butch wind up and found himself airborne again.

"Whoops! A daisy!" Butch teased, saying the first part as he threw and the second as he caught Tom again, while the blue cat was thoroughly stunned by another thump on the head.

Topsy and Meathead moved in and grasped Tom. He wriggled helplessly as he knew what was coming next would be way stronger than before. Yet, he couldn't stop them as they worked together and tossed him up.

"Whoops!" Butch teased as he threw Tom up again, obviously enjoying humiliating the diapered cat in his hands, but this time throwing far harder.

Tom yelped as his upper body crashed through the ceiling. His legs started to kick, his butt tensed up, and his arms flailed around in the attic as came out of his stun and started trying to pull himself up and out of the reach of his tormentors, but his bulky diaper and big butt kept him from scrambling fully into the attic.

"Aww, the bitsy baby got stuck! We'll get hims out," Butch taunted from below as Tom wriggled helplessly.

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Butch found a sheet and tied the end of it into a lasso. He swung it around several times before tossing it up. He barely missed catching the diapered dork by the foot but reeled it in to try again while Jerry pointed the black alley cat's phone up at Tom. The brown mouse was catching the whole thing on camera for them and had more than earned his reprieve from being eaten.

Tom's butt wriggled around as he tried to free himself from being trapped in the ceiling, but Butch could tell it wasn't gonna happen soon. He took aim, swinging his improvised lasso over his head and then tossing the loop out. He watched as Tom tensed up as the loop tensed around his waist. Perfect!

"Heh, now, heave!" Meathead chuckled as he took over the lasso, tugging down on it roughly.

Butch moved into place to catch Tom. He chuckled as he looked up and realized the front of the babied tomcat's diaper was yellowed.

"Aww! The poor baby wet himself. We better give him some more baby powder, so he doesn't get a rash," Butch teased as Meathead tugged on the lasso again, forcing Tom to grunt loudly as his waist was squeezed and he got closer to falling out of the ceiling.

"Haha, I dunno about baby powder. Well, maybe this stuff is actually that, I dunno. The last guy I put it on was crying like a baby," Topsy teased as he pulled out something Butch hadn't realized he'd had on him.

"Haha, get ready with it then. I'll keep the baby from squirming anywhere while you get him," Butch teased as he watched Tom's rear wriggling around even more helplessly thanks to the lasso tugging on him.

Meathead gave the lasso a mighty tug, using his body weight, and with a crashing noise, the ceiling fell apart just a little more and released Tom from his captivity. Butch held out his hands as if he was going to catch him, but moved them at the last moment to let him thump down on his diapered rear. Then, the black alleycat put his arms back out to catch the babied kitty on the rebound.

"Aww, did you wet your didies? Poor ickle babykins! Don't you worry, we'll make sure you're nice and powdered until its time for changies," Butch said in a mocking baby tone as he looked at the intense blush on Tom's face.

Tom wavered and shook his head to clear the last of the stars from his vision. The back of his diaper was tugged out by Butch as the black cat squeezed him into an awkward bear hug. He saw Topsy move up behind him and barely managed to squirm and glance back enough to see exactly what the smaller cat had in hand: a bottle labeled itching powder.

"N-no, let me g-ack!" Tom grunted as he squirmed against Butch's grip, only to feel the black alley cat slap him heartily on the back.

Tom burped loudly, blushing intensely as Butch cackled loudly. The blue cat tried to wriggle, but Butch had always been stronger than him, and this was no exception. The back of his diaper was held out, exposing his rear end for what was to come next. Tom whimpered as he felt a liberal dose of the powder poured down in there before the waistband was released.

The sensation started immediately. Tom wriggled as he felt his butt start to tickle at first. Butch flipped him and held his arms successfully to his sides as Topsy grabbed his waistband and tugged it out. The tickling turned slowly into an itch that grew more intense by the moment as his soaked dick and balls were given a good dusting before Topsy released the waistband and let it snap into place.

"There we go, that ought to keep you being a good baby," Topsy teased as he patted the front of Tom's wet diaper.

"Hehe, aww, look here, guys! The baby was drinking from a bottle," Meathead teased as he picked up Tom's abandoned bottle and pulled the rubber nipple off it.

Butch dropped Tom on his rear again and looked him over with a devious expression on his face. The black alley cat seemed to only have eyes for Tom as the powder started to take full effect. Tom's mitted hands reached down and started to scratch at the diaper pinned on him. He whined as the padding from both his fingerless mittens and the thick diaper kept it from mattering at all. The sensation was getting worse. The itching was maddening to the point of being painful. He had to find some way to scratch or get this stuff off before he went mad.

"P-please! Get it off!" Tom whined as he sat on the ground, not above dragging his butt across the floor to try to alleviate the sensation.

"Aww, the baby wants us to help him. We just powdered you, surely you're not such a big baby that you need attention so soon after what we just did for you," Topsy teased as he watched Tom dragging his butt on the floor.

The sensation didn't let up. The itching only seemed to get worse, especially in his crotch. Tom couldn't think as he pressed his mitted hands to the front of his diaper and dragged his ass across the floor. Yet, he found the only thing the pressure he could apply through all that padding could do was make his dick hard. He whimpered, the stinging and itching in his dick made him feel helpless, especially since he was now hard as a rock just from his utterly useless attempt to scratch to alleviate the terrible itching.

"C-come on! This... gah! I'm going to go crazy!" Tom shouted, whimpering as tears came to his eyes.

"Aww, if you admit you're a pants-wetting diaper doofus, we'll help you out," Butch said sadistically.

Tom whined but knew he had no choice. He couldn't take another minute of this, let alone how long the amount Topsy had stuffed in his diaper could last.

"F-fine, I'm that, n-now help!" Tom whimpered, his cheeks lighting up brightly as he ground his diapered rear into the carpet uselessly.

"Ah, ah, the whole thing! Gotta say the whole thing," Meathead called out, having just finished the last of Tom's milk in one long gulp.

Tom whimpered as his mind was flooded with feelings of helplessness. He tried to scratch, but the sensation only seemed to get worse the harder he tried to scratch the terrible itch.

"I-I'm a pants-wetting...d-diaper...-d-doofus... p-please help me," Tom whined, feeling completely stupid as he was forced to repeat that.

"Aww, well since you know it, little Tommy, we'll take care of it for you," Butch teased as he moved in and picked Tom up.

Tom wriggled, wondering what they had in mind to fix this. His whole lower body twitched and squirmed as the itching didn't let up. He yelped as he was tossed in the air and flailed his limbs as he tried to look and see where he was going. Topsy scooted the fishbowl around, and the blue cat knew precisely where he was going to land as there was no way to avoid it since he was airborne, and there was nothing to grab onto.

Tom landed diaper-first with a splash in the fishbowl. He whined as he looked down but then moaned as the burning itching sensation was immediately relieved by the cold water. As the itching went away, however, he realized what this meant. The watery mess around the bowl, plus the fact the door's handle was inoperable with these mittens on meant there was no way he was gonna get more water to replace what had splashed out, and that meant Nancy would know he'd been out of his cradle.

"O-oh no! She's gonna punish me for this," Tom whined as he grasped the sides of the bowl, trying and failing to pull his waterlogged diaper from the bowl.

"Aww, Tommy's been a naughty baby. Does him needs to be punished?" Meathead chuckled, obviously enjoying the blue cat's humiliation.

"S-shut up!" Tom whined, squirming and kicking in an attempt to tip the bowl over so he'd have a better chance to get out of it.

"I think the baby needs a spanking. After all, he should have just stayed in his little cradle and sucked his bottle like a little diapered loser. He got out, and he's been such a naughty boy. I mean, look at that hole in the ceiling," Butch teased, mirthfully enjoying this as his cock twitched with every word.

"N-no, knock it off!" Tom whined, the embarrassment getting to be too much to handle as he realized what was coming up and struggled to think of some way out of this humiliation conga he'd found himself in.

Unfortunately for the blushing blue cat, he found his waterlogged diaper did an annoyingly good job keeping him in the fishbowl while the others taunted him. He groaned as he saw Meathead moving toward him with a baby stroller. The brown cat took his time moving over, letting the little sissy squirm in his seat a little longer as a fishbowl effectively arrested him and made sure he'd be there by the time Meathead rolled up with the stroller.

"N-no! I don't wanna be spanked! L-let me go!" Tom whined as Meathead arrived and grabbed onto him.

Meathead was able to easily extract Tom from the bowl, though it held on tightly the brown alley cat was more than strong enough to pull him out. He sat the blue tomcat's sagging diaper in the stroller seat, eliciting a grunt from the humiliated cat as the brown cat dropped him roughly on his sagging padding.

Tom grasped the sides of the stroller as Meathead took off with him. The brown alley cat was going much faster now that the baby was in his seat, and Tom whimpered as he saw they were taking him toward the changing table.

"N-no! I don't wanna be spanked!" Tom shouted yet again as he tried to step out of the stroller. He tried to put his feet down to stop before he was at the table.

Unfortunately, this tactic didn't work out like Tom had hoped. Meathead lost control of the stroller and sent it spinning toward a wall. Tom was pushed back in place as the stroller skidded around and then crashed into the wall. Tom smacked into the wall and fell back into his seat, dazed by the impact.

"Bad baby!" Meathead growled since the stroller had run over his foot on its way to the wall.

Tom groaned and scrambled to his feet, pushing the stroller back as his sagging diaper made sure every step was a chore. He tried to move as he saw the brown alley cat approaching him with a mallet in hand, one he recognized since it was kept beside the changing table as insurance that he was good for Nancy during diaper changes.

SMACK! The mallet came down hard on Tom's head as he saw stars. He wasn't entirely knocked out, but he couldn't move as he fell to the ground. He could feel the mallet tap his rear end as Meathead lined up a shot, then pulled the hammer back and gave him a smack right on the ass. Tom went flying through the air and landed with his rump in the air on the changing table. The front of the soaked diaper sagged down as the pins barely managed to keep it up.

"Heh, make sure to spank him good, boss!" Topsy cheered as he hopped up on the table and sat on the back of tom's head, planting his feet right against the babied cat's nose.

"Yeah, make sure the little sissy knows he shoulda stayed in his cradle and enjoyed getting teased," Meathead said as he moved to the table and jumped on tom's upper back, pinning him further and ensuring he wouldn't be able to get out of his spanking.

Butch picked up a ping-pong paddle. He took a practice swing at the air while Meathead was lowering Tom's diaper. Tom grunted into Topsy's feet as he felt his tail being tugged up and out of the way. He whined as he felt utterly exposed, and whimpered as he saw the shadow of Butch taking his practice swing on the wall.

"N-no!" Tom whined though it wasn't nearly as loud as he wanted thanks to being muffled by Topsy's feet and the changing table's padded top.

"Aww, time to get punished, widdle guy. Don't worry, we'll go nice and hard for your owner. After all, babies should know their place," Topsy teased as he ground his rear end against the back of Tom's head, forcing Tom's nose to press against the feet before it harder.

"Heh, here we go. Hope you enjoy being paddled for being a brat," Butch teased as he wound up and gave Tom's butt a firm smack.

Tom grunted. His body bucked against the two cats sitting on him but didn't get anywhere. He felt Meathead wrap his legs down and around the back of his knees, ensuring Tom couldn't lower his rear or kick. The blue tomcat whimpered as he tried to squirm, but thanks to the firm grip on his tail and the weight of the two alley cats on his back, he couldn't move even a single inch. His ass already tingled, and he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Butch wound up and smacked a few more times, enjoying the sound of the diapered dork's yelps as he was very effectively punished. Between swings, he took the opportunity to fondle Tom's already pink rear and chuckled in delight as he saw the blue cat was still half hard.

"Aww, did Tommy like his itching powder? Did he like the way we powdered him up?" Butch teased, as he gave the house cat's ass another swat.

"N-no! I-I didn't!" Tom whined, though found he could hardly hear himself at all over the laughter of the two cats sitting on him.

"Heh, now let's see here. I think one-hundred swats for getting out of your cradle, two-hundred for breaking the ceiling, one-hundred for getting in the fishbowl, and one-hundred for trying to resist getting babysat. My, what a naughty boy you've been. Well, that's alright, we'll give your butt a beating until its nice and red," Butch teased.

"Haha, make sure to add in fifty for being a little sissy baby!" Topsy added.

"Yeah! You hear that, baby butt? We're gonna give you plenty of spankings," Meathead said, a bit dimly as he tugged Tom's tail up to make him tense his ass.

WHAP! The paddle came down sharply, and Tom yelped loudly as his rear stung thanks to the paddle being used to beat his butt. He whimpered and squirmed, but thanks to the two cats riding his back, he couldn't do much but lay there and take it. The paddle came down again as he cried aloud. If they went this hard for all those hundreds of spankings, they'd promised there was no way he'd be anything but a sobbing mess by the end of it. He grunted in frustration as he felt his butt groped by Butch between blows. He knew just how out of control he was here, and it really drove it home when he felt how his hot rear throbbed against Butch's comparatively cool hand.

"Aww, is the baby crying enough yet?" Butch taunted as he heard Tom's grunt.

"No way, boss, give it to him harder!" Topsy teased as he ground his butt back on Tom's head, forcing the blue tomcat to keep his mouth closed and breathe through his nose.

Tom gritted his teeth as he felt the black alley cat pull his hand away. He was ready for the blow, but it didn't come right away. Instead, he could see Butch's shadow as he took a few practice swings. Tom tried to wriggle his butt out of the way but found Meathead's grip on his tail, and the way he'd wrapped his legs around kept him from doing anything but tensing his butt as he the black cat prepared to continue his punishment.

"Aww, poor baby's trying to wriggle. Make this one extra hard for him," Meathead taunted as he squished down on Tom's back, both forcing his nose deeper into Topsy's feet and knocking the breath out of him, so he was forced to take in the rank scent.

"You got it, Meathead, hold him nice and tight," Butch teased as he wound up for the hit.

Meathead tugged Tom's tail, managing to expose both his rear and the back of his balls slightly. Butch chuckled, aiming his smack just a little lower to catch the blue house cat's nuts with the swing as he paddled forward hard.

Tom yelped, and his whole body wanted to contract up as he felt his rear aching as well as the sickening feeling of being slapped in the balls.

"That ought to teach you, now be a good boy, or we'll get you again," Meathead chuckled as he released the tension just a bit, allowing Tom's rear to turn in such a way his balls weren't a target again.

Tom sniffled, whimpering as the stinging in his butt steadily grew more powerful. He didn't want to give in to such a childish punishment, but he didn't have any choice in the matter. His body wouldn't let him ignore the pain, and tears streamed from his eyes as he felt like a punished petulant child.

"Aww, baby's crying, and we're not even that far in. Well, better buckle in, little guy!" Topsy teased as he felt the blue cat's tears dripping on his feet.

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The spanking lasted quite a while. Butch slapped every single time, and soon enough, Tom had lost track of how many he'd been given. His ass was so hot by the time they stopped though that he wouldn't be surprised if they'd actually gone through with the ridiculous number they'd come up with at the start. By the time they were done, Tom was whimpering like a sorry toddler, given a spanking for his misdeeds. He just wanted this punishment to be over.

"Aww, look at that. The baby's crying! I think he's sorry he was a naughty kitty, isn't he?" Butch teased, holding the paddle up as if he was ready to punish any attempt by Tom to say he was anything but a diapered loser.

"I... n-ngh... I'm sorry..." Tom whimpered, knowing it wasn't right to have to apologize for this, but unwilling to risk more spankings over foolish pride.

"Heh, good enough for me. Let's give the baby his new diaper," Butch teased as he set the paddle down.

Tom groaned as he felt the two who'd been riding him get off. His butt was sore, and his body hardly wanted to move at all. Yet, he whined as he saw Topsy pick up the mallet, and knew he wasn't going to be given a choice in the diaper change either.

"Heh, powder," Butch teased as he held out his hand toward Meathead.

"Powder," Meathead repeated in a falsetto voice, obviously teasing Tom as he handed over a bit bottle of baby powder.

Butch pulled the wet diaper entirely off, releasing the pins and letting it plop to the tabletop before throwing it at Meathead. The brown cat was smacked in the face by the wet diaper and took a moment to toss it away as the black cat started to dust down Tom's diaper zone with a thick layer of babyish smelling powder. He loved how the white blended with the red from the spanking and shaded the blue tom cat's butt pink.

"Oil," Butch demanded as he held out his hand for Meathead.

"Oil," Meathead repeated as he handed over a bottle of baby oil to the black cat.

Butch started to douse Tom's butt with baby oil. He wanted to make sure the smell perfumed the air around his target for the next few hours, so even if he somehow got out of his diaper, everyone would know he was in one. As he slathered the oil on thick, he started to massage it in with his hand and saw Tom tense up as he started trying to scramble up thanks to the pain of getting his stinging butt groped.

"Anesthetic," Butch said to Topsy, who stood at the top of the table, ready with the mallet.

Tom yelped as the rubber mallet came down on his head, dulling his senses and forcing him to slump back to the table and accept the fact he was getting diapered and that Butch would be doing it; however, he wanted. As Tom tried to make his body obey him, the black cat continued to grope in the oil, rubbing it in and ensuring it would take quite a bit of scrubbing to get rid of the scent entirely.

"Diaper," Butch said as he held out his hand for Meathead.

"Diaper," Meathead replied as he handed Butch a thick cloth diaper.

"Nah, not this one. Find one more fitting for a dork like him. Something pink, I bet that girl's got just the thing," Butch said as he dumped the diaper on the ground.

Meathead bent under the changing table, pulling drawers open and finding all kinds of supplies to baby the blue cat inside. Finally, he opened the top drawer and found precisely what Butch had asked for. A pack of disposable diapers, printed with pink and red hearts all over them, and with a picture of some kind of princess winking on the tape landing zone. They were utterly adorable and would look utterly humiliating on Tom.

"Hah, perfect. Hand it over," Butch said as he looked mirthfully at the completely degrading diaper and Tom's rear end.

Meathead handed over the diaper and butch unfurled it. He slid it under Tom backward but didn't bother to fix it. After all, it meant it'd be harder to squirm his way out of while they were playing with him. Butch pulled Tom's tail up and snipped a tiny hole in the diaper that he threaded it through before he started to fold the diaper on, snugging it up before pulling the tapes into place to keep it on his rear end.

Yet, something was missing. Sure, Tom's outfit was even more embarrassing than before. Still, surely there was something that could be added that would really tell everyone who looked at him that he obviously needed to be kept in diapers whether he wanted them or not. Then, the idea came to the black alley cat, and he snickered as he held his hand out once more toward Meathead.

"Rubber pants," Butch said, the glee obvious in his voice.

"Rubber pants," Meathead responded as he handed over a pair of yellow plastic pants.

Butch started pulling the rubber pants onto Tom. It was apparent they were made for someone a little smaller than the full-grown cat, but Butch hardly cared about that. After all, if he got them on, then Tom would have that much harder of a time getting out of his outfit. He squeezed them over Tom's even more thickly diapered rump...slipping them up the smooth plastic of the disposable diaper as he tugged Tom's rear around and slipped them up. He bent the diapered kitty's legs up at an awkward angle, fitting them through the leg holes, then gave them one more tug. With a pop, the rubber pants were in place.

The yellow rubber covered the pink of his diaper except for the waistband, which was just barely poking out. The rubber pants hugged Tom's legs and waist tightly, ensuring no matter how much of a super soaker he was, there wouldn't be any puddles left around. Tom groaned as he came to, reaching down as the pants compressed down on his diapered dick and balls, making him feel a constant bit of discomfort as his bits were essentially balled up by diaper and plastic pants.

Tom whined as he was rolled over. The three cats simply left him atop the changing table for a moment, though it was apparent they were just setting up for something else. The blue cat sheepishly blushed down at his sissy outfit and tried to pull at the rubber pants. The mittens on his hands completely foiled his efforts to interfere with the gear, and he whined out loud as he looked at how stupid he looked in this getup.

"Bah, what garbage! Let's change the radio station," Meathead said as he walked to the radio in the corner and turned it up before starting to search for a station.

"Hey, Topsy, I think the baby's going to need another bottle. Go get him another one." Butch teased as the smaller tan alley cat walked to the door and quickly pulled it open.

Tom grunted and tried to get off the table, only to see Butch pick up the paddle and swing it testily in the air as if inviting the blue cat to earn another punishment. Tom gulped and feeling thoroughly like a stupid baby, sat back on the table. He wanted to make a mad dash for the door but noticed Topsy had closed it behind him. He groaned as he considered bolting for the open window, but Meathead and Butch were both in his way, and the last thing he needed was another spanking. So, he had no choice but to be an unwilling but obedient baby while they did what they wanted.

Butch chuckled as he watched Tom being a pouty baby on top of the changing table. It was awesome to know he had the pampered house cat exactly where he wanted, and it was adorable to watch him sit down like a good boy instead of risking another spanking. Of course, what he'd start when Topsy got back with the fresh bottle of milk would make what they'd done so far look like child's play. Given the fact he didn't wear pants, Butch's outright boner was visible to all, as he enjoyed lording his power over the sore bottomed diaper dork.

"C-come on guys. Haven't you done enough yet?" Tom whined, obviously trying to get them to just leave.

"Ohh, not on your life," Butch teased as he walked over and picked up a pacifier that he popped in Tom's mouth. "Ahh, the mute button. Keep your paci in, or I'm afraid we'll have to continue your spanking Tommykins."

Tom groaned but obediently started sucking his pacifier as Butch looked around the room, obviously taking inventory of what was in here. Were they seriously going to rob him after all this too? This day was just getting worse and worse, and what's more? He already had to pee again, and the last thing he wanted to do was wet his diaper since it'd make him all sweaty and gross thanks to the thick and tight rubber pants he'd been stuffed in.

Topsy returned after a few minutes, a warm bottle of milk in hand as he walked over to Tom. Tom blushed as he saw Butch pick up the goldfish from the last bit of water in its bowl, and wondered if the black alley cat was going to eat it to get him in more trouble.

"Hey, catch," Butch said as he dangled the fish for a couple seconds, before tossing it toward the changing table.

Tom grunted as he felt Topsy grab the back of his diaper. Though it took the smaller cat a bit of force to pull out the tight waistband of the rubber pants and the tightly taped diaper, he managed to open it up a bit. Tom whined as he was slid across the table by the stretching and felt the fish smack him in the back. He groaned as he felt the slimy goldfish slip down his back into the back of his diaper.

Meathead growled as he turned off the radio and started to look through his phone's playlist instead, and Topsy let go of the back of Tom's diaper. It snapped back into place, making him fly off the table with a yelp as the wriggling fish teased his sore rear end. Tom grunted as the fish's wriggling not only teased his sore rear but made his butt waggle back and forth helplessly. He looked down in surprise at how powerful the little fish was, but couldn't do a thing to stop it as its tail wriggling slapped his butt and made him do an awkward dance.

"Oh man, I've got just the song for this," Meathead teased as he flicked back up the list and tapped on one of the songs on his phone.

Tom groaned as a song started to play, and he realized his wriggling was entirely in rhythm with the beat. Unfortunately for him, thanks to the thick rubber pants keeping the wriggling fish in his diaper, there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The three of them laughed at him as he was wriggled to the rhythm.

"Haha, aww, the baby just wants to party a little," Meathead chuckled as he watched Tom twitch back and forth.

"Yeah, shake that diapered butt, baby," Butch teased, not even trying to be subtle as he watched Tom's ass shake.

Tom whined aloud. He didn't want to do this, but the fish kept him wriggling as it squirmed around in the tight plastic pants. His mitted hands didn't stand a chance against the rubber surrounding his rump, and he felt mortified by the sheer weight of the humiliations he'd been made to endure today. He groaned as he stuck out his ass, trying to find some way to move the fish out so it couldn't keep him wriggling around, yet it did him absolutely no good as the slimy thing continued to writhe against his sore and well-oiled ass.

"Hehe, let's help him out some more," Topsy teased, bouncing on his heels as he got into it even more.

Meathead and Butch stepped up to either side of Tom. He grunted as Butch grasped his whiskers from one side and started to twang them in time with the guitar. Then, Meathead did the same from the other side, causing Tom to groan as his rear continued to move thanks to the fish wriggling down in his diaper.

Topsy started to dance to the music, picked up the warm baby bottle from where it'd been abandoned, and started across the room toward Tom.

"W-wh-hey!" Tom whined as he dropped the pacifier when the alley cats picked him up and cradled him up in their arms.

"Mama Yo Quiero!" the song sang, as the two alley cats holding him up mouthed along.

Topsy hopped up on a stool and squeezed the bottle, spraying Tom in the eyes. He grunted and shook his head since Butch and Meathead had his arms pinned down to his sides. The three alley cats continued the torment in time with the singing, the next spray of the bottle hitting him square in the nose and making him cough.

"S-st-ggk!" Tom whined as the next spray squirted right in his mouth while Butch grabbed his nose to keep him from closing his mouth.

Tom grunted as he felt Topsy grab the back of his plastic pants. He grunted as his diaper was pulled down just enough to get at his butt but not enough to free the wriggling fish, and yelped in surprise as the nipple for the bottle was shoved up slickly up his ass. He whined as the next couple lines of the song left milk getting sprayed up into him with as much force as Topsy could put on the bottle. Finally, after about five squirts inside him, the nipple was pulled out, and the seat of his diaper pulled back into place.

"W-wh-NGK," Tom whined as yet another spray squirted him square in the face.

Topsy pulled out the front of his diaper and stuffed the bottle down in there. Tom whined as he felt the plastic pants squeezing the bottle, giving him little choice in whether he'd wear a soggy diaper or not. He groaned as the mile that'd been squirted in him made its way deeper into him, and knew if he was stuck in diapers too much longer, that could result in a very blush-inducing situation indeed. The bottle continued to squirt out into the front of his diaper as Butch gave him a quick pop in the nuts to remind him of his place. It didn't hurt very much, but it definitely made Tom wince.

Butch bent in and started to kiss Tom. The cat moaned aloud as Butch shoved his tongue all the way to the back of Tom's throat. Tom wriggled, but Meathead and Butch kept a pretty good grip on him as the black cat made out with him to his heart's content while the bottle continued to dribble into the front of his diaper. Butch's tongue lapped all the way to the back of the blue tomcat's mouth, and Tom moaned and wriggled against their hands as his mouth was wholly ruled by Butch.

"Ack!" Tom yelled as he felt Butch drop him on the ground and roll him over.

Tom whined as he was forced to lay on top of the bottle. The warmth around his cock was having an unusual effect, it was getting harder and harder to hold his bladder. Laying on his stomach like this, he could feel the milk moving deeper up his ass too, as his stomach gurgled ominously to let the blue cat know a storm was brewing thanks to getting bottle-fed up the butt by Topsy.

Tom felt the back of his plastic pants stretched out as he whined and looked back at Butch. The black cat's foot came down on the back of the degraded kitty's head to put him back in place and to stomp along to the beat of the song like he was stomping the pedal of a drum. Meanwhile, the alley cat started to twang the back of Tom's rubber pants, making his whole body shake with the vibration as the rubber pants started to wedgie Tom's pink sissy diaper up his butt.

Tom whined as he saw Jerry run over with a phone in hand. Had the little rat been recording all this? He groaned as he realized just how much blackmail these three had on him. They'd be able to make him do anything, or they'd be able to show him being wholly owned as a diapered loser to anyone they wanted. He watched as Jerry set the phone down and ran up him while Butch continued to slap him on the head with his dirty feet and twang his plastic pants. Tom wondered why for a moment, but felt Jerry reach down the back of his diaper to pull out the fish.

The fish's removal hardly made a difference to Tom, but that was just like the mouse. He cared a lot about other living things. Well, living things other than cats. Tom saw the mouse run the fish back to the bowl and dump it back in the water, where it righted itself and started to swim around, likely to get all the oil and baby powder off.

Tom's attention was quickly returned as he felt Meathead grab his whiskers and a metal hanger. He yelped as they were pulled out, and the brown cat started to grind the hanger on them like he was playing the violin in the song. Now, every step on the back of his head not only stunned him but pulled his whiskers as the two of them walked all over him. He whined as he saw Topsy dancing along to the music, wearing an improvised skirt made of the torn curtain from the nursery.

Tom whimpered as he tried to squirm, but with Butch standing on his back and stepping on his head with the beat of the song, he didn't have any chance of getting away. He groaned as his diaper continued to shift, not only squishing his balls more but making his butt ache as the thick padding flossed up into it thanks to the tugs and pulls from the black cat atop him. He winced as one of his whiskers pulled out thanks to Meathead pulling them out as he wriggled.

No, Tom wasn't going to get out. All he could do was lay there and endure the pain of getting used as a musical instrument. He yelped as he felt Butch kick him over, rolling him so that he was facing up before going right back to what he was doing. Tom whimpered as his stomach was stood on, and the black cat started to mash his dirty foot down on his face. Butch was just a bit gentler with the steps, but it was much worse since every step down forced Tom's nose to nuzzle the dirty alley cat's foot.

Not to mention the pain of getting lifted by the front of the plastic pants. His balls ached as every twang of the plastic sent vibrations through them and made him wince in pain. Meathead started violin-ing with the other side's whiskers, keeping him facing just the right way for Butch to shove a foot in his face with every beat of the music as they obviously enjoyed stomping Tom into his place.

Tom wondered how long this would go on for. He couldn't do a thing and felt a little like a rug.

"I'm dancing!" Topsy shouted, obviously showing off his moves to the two cats who were keeping Tom tormented.

"Haha, I dunno Topsy. I think the diaper dork had you beat. Of course, he was cheating cause he had the fish. Eh, maybe its just more fun watching him wiggle his diapered ass around," Butch taunted as he stepped down and ground his foot in Tom's face, making the house cat wince.

"Hehe, the song's almost done, what next?" Meathead asked.

"Hehe, well, let's let the baby hang out for a few minutes, then I think I know just what I want from him next," Butch taunted as he stepped off Tom and kicked him over again.

Tom whined as he felt the back of his plastic pants stretched out again. He grunted as he felt Meathead let go of his whiskers. Butch tugged the plastic back as far as it would go, stepping on Tom's sore behind to get more leverage. Then, the black cat stepped off and released the plastic waistband all at once, causing Tom to go flying through the air as his body jerked at the snap of the plastic against his sore rear.

Tom landed with his rubber pants catching on the edge of the changing table. He whimpered as he bounced, hit the ground, then was tugged back up into a hanging diaper wedgie. Unfortunately for the blue cat, the plastic pants were strong enough to hold his weight, so as he bounced up and down the last couple times, he finally came to a rest with his diaper getting crushed on his balls even harder by his own weight.

Tom whined as he realized his diaper was wetter than it should be. The plastic bottle was still leaking onto his dick, but when he'd landed in the wedgie, he started to soak the padding on his own. He felt helpless as his dick dribbled into the sissy diaper and thoroughly distracted him from what his tormentors were doing for the time being. Something about wetting himself after all that really drove home how helpless Tom felt, as he wriggled to try to free himself from the wedgie but utterly failed thanks to his hands still being uselessly mitted.

Meathead moved over with a grin on his face and a bike pump in his hand. Tom wondered what he was doing with it as he stuck the tip of it in the back of the rubber pants and lifted him up slightly. Then, he felt himself start to get lighter and whined as he realized his plastic pants were blowing up and lifting him off the ground.

"Heh, now there's a fun toy," Topsy teased as he hopped up on the table and finished unhooking Tom's plastic pants before batting him out into the room.

Tom whined as his butt floated up. Meathead continued to pump until the hose pulled out, thanks to the lift. He cried out as he realized it was going to be hard to get down, and flailed around as Meathead jumped up and slapped him to send him spiraling across the room toward Butch.

"C-come on guys! Y-you've had your fun! P-please, just let me down and leave. I... I don't wanna be messed with anymore," Tom whined, obviously ready for this to be at an end.

"Ohh, don't worry. We'll let you down soon. We won't be leaving yet, though. After babysitting your bratty butt for that long, I think you owe us payment," Butch teased, an obviously sadistic smirk on his face.

"P-payment? I... I don't owe you a-anything. Y-you came in here and started messing with me," Tom whined, obviously intimidated by what the black alley cat was implying.

"Sure, you do! You don't just get babysat for free," Topsy called out, obviously going along with what Butch was saying.

"I-I never asked to be babysat!" Tom whined.

"Yeah, but that doesn't change that you needed it. I mean, you even admitted it earlier, so yeah," Meathead taunted.

"Yeah, and you'll be a good little diaper dork for us, or we'll get the paddle out again," Butch taunted as he jumped up and caught Tom by the waistband.

Tom groaned as the air started to let out of his plastic pants. He wriggled as the deflation left him dropping straight into the arms of Butch, the tormentor who was obviously most excited by this all. He grunted as he landed, fully cradled by Butch, before being set gently on the ground.

Tom gritted his teeth and started to fight back. He wasn't going to just take this lying down, but he had no idea how he was going to stop all this. After all, they already had evidence of how much they'd whomped on him so far recorded by Jerry, and if they decided to use that against him the humiliation would never end.

"Haha, aww, the baby looks like he's getting all huffy! You be a good boy," Topsy teased as he ducked a flail from Tom and gave him a sock right in his diapered balls.

Tom bent double and saw Topsy moving in again. He tried to swing again, only to get his hand caught and his body flipped to lay flat on the ground again. He whined in defeat as his nuts throbbed in their padded prison thanks to the latest assault by the alley cats.

"Open your mouth and be a good boy, or this is gonna get so much worse," Butch teased with a dark chuckle.

Tom gulped. He had absolutely no idea what Butch could do to make this worse but had a feeling he wouldn't like the answer to that question. He opened his mouth as the other two moved over to him.

"One of you take his mouth, the other can get a handjob," Butch teased as he lifted Tom's diapered rear and lowered the back of his plastic pants and diaper enough to expose his tail hole again.

"You take his mouth, Topsy. You'll probably like it more since you were dancing around in a dress earlier. I'll take the handjob," Meathead chuckled, obviously enjoying teasing his companion.

Tom grunted as his diaper was lowered in the back, and he felt Butch lining up with him. He whined as he realized the cat was using baby oil to lube himself up and knew exactly how this was going to end for him. He whimpered as his ass tensed up, but nothing was going to stop that slicked up invader from making its way home.

Tom yelped loudly as Butch started to plow into him. The black alley cat's dick dwarfed the blue cat's own diaper-clad member, and the oil began to make Tom cramp up just a bit harder as it was scrubbed into him by the length invading him.

"You don't know what you're missing, Meathead. Mouth's so much better than hand," Topsy said as he moved over and stood over Tom before lowering himself down and guiding his dick straight into the defeated cat's open mouth.

Tom whined as he was once again pacified. This time by the smaller alley cat's dick. He grunted as he tried his best to keep his ass loose so the pain wouldn't be quite as bad, but he still felt like he was being split by Butch's dick.

"Hmm, maybe I'll try it some time, but for now, this'll work just fine," Meathead chuckled as he moved to Tom's right side, pulled the blue cat's hand up, and guided it to his dick before sitting down.

"Get tugging, baby boy, if I go over before Meathead, you'll get a paddling until he's done," Butch taunted as he continued to rail Tom, his claws digging into the blue cat's hips for leverage as he gave Tom's rump a firm slap.

Tom whimpered as he felt the slap and groaned loudly as his ass tensed up from the pain. He knew that's just why the black cat had spanked him and moaned as he tried to loosen back up while Butch was hammering his insides. Topsy's cock tasted like he was a masturbation addict who hadn't bathed in a week: musky and intense enough to remind him how dominated he was. The fact the smaller alley cat's butt was planted on his nose didn't help matters at all as he tried to start to jerk Meathead's dick while the other two went to work.

"Ohh, fuck yeah," Butch said as he gave Tom's ass another light slap before pressing forward and stuffing his oiled dick home.

Tom groaned and stopped tugging for a moment. The feeling of getting his virgin ass pounded was intense. His muscles wanted to tense up, but he knew if his mouth tensed on Topsy's dick too hard that he'd end up triggering the punishment he'd been warned about. He whined as he felt Butch start to roughly scrub into him. The pain split through him and made him both moan and whimper around the mouthful of dick, currently acting as his pacifier.

"Fuck, Butch, not so rough. He's not even jerking me," Meathead shouted.

"Haha, guess the little sissy wants to meet my paddle again, huh? That's alright, he'll be a sorry boy if he doesn't work hard for you," Butch chuckled.

Tom whined. He didn't feel like giving a handjob right now. He didn't want to be giving a blow job. In fact, he wouldn't mind if Nancy walked in right now and put him to task for leaving his cradle. He wanted it to be over, and his limp dick in his diaper showed just how much sexual pleasure he was getting out of it.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel something odd. Amongst all the pain and shame, there was some spark of pleasure, though it was only an ember he blushed as he realized that if they kept this up, it might roar into a fire. He almost liked that he was being put in his place like the diapered loser he was, but he would never admit that to anyone, even himself. He just knew it would make fighting back against their degrading punishments harder. Plus, it wasn't nearly as big as the part of his mind that couldn't stop obsessing over how much pain and humiliation he was going through at that very moment.

Butch didn't slow down, but thankfully Tom kept his wits enough to at least tug Meathead's dick. Honestly, Meathead seemed to be the easiest one to please. Topsy bounced against his face, forcing him to sniff his butt with every bounce down and swirling his length in the blue tomcat's mouth to the point he was gagging when it hit the back of his throat.

Tom whimpered helplessly as his ass felt like it was being split open by cock. He couldn't help but feel thoroughly dominated, mainly because his stomach was continuing to grumble and complain thanks to the milk Topsy had squirted up there with the bottle. Tom whimpered as he realized the bottle was still in the front of his padding, dribbling a drop of milk out occasionally and squishing his soft dick and balls when Butch kneaded the padding front to drive home how helpless Tom was.

Topsy went over first. His load shot out into Tom's mouth as the blue cat suddenly found himself gargling man milk. He groaned and gulped it down, his reflexes taking over since the small cat had shot it in the back of his mouth. Still, the salty, musky flavor of spunk filled his mouth, and probably would for some time thanks to the musky dick that had just scrubbed his mouth out.

Meathead went over second and leaned in over Tom as he did. Tom groaned as he felt the cock pulled from his hand just as it started to twitch, and opened his eyes in time to see the stream of white spunk shooting out and all over his face.

"Ohh, fuck yeah. He did good, or you're just going slow," Meathead teased as he, too, pulled away and let Butch continue to go to town on Tom's ass.

"Heh, you were a naughty kitty. You let them go over before I was even close. I'm gonna punish that too, you know," Butch whispered as he stopped thrusting with his cock buried up Tom's sore rump.

"W-w-wha-ahh...." Tom whined, his eyes teared up from the intense feelings of chagrin washing over him at that moment.

Butch chuckled and then sighed. Tom felt a sudden surge of warmth up inside him and whimpered completely uselessly as he realized the alley cat was pissing up his ass. He groaned as Butch stood up, letting the piss drain deeper into him and join the growing storm up inside him as the black alley cat chuckled deviously.

"There we go. That ought to ensure you have a messy diaper soon. Now, let's see if you can get me off before I decide on something else to stuff up there. Maybe the rest of the bottle of oil," Butch taunted as he started to scrub down into Tom.

"A- ahh!" Tom yelped, obviously unable to do a thing but lay back and let his twitching ass get pounded by the black cat.

"You don't wanna do that, boss, wouldn't that make him oily for days?" Topsy asked, obviously wondering what Butch had in mind.

"Exactly. Tommy would be in diapers whether he wanted to or not. Of course, if he admits he's a diapered little dork, I'll probably let him off easy," Butch teased, obviously enjoying the thrill of fully domineering Tom.

Tom didn't hesitate. He didn't want to find out what it was like to get a bottle of oil squeezed up his ass. Yet, as he opened his mouth to try to reply, Butch swirled his cock around and made the blue cat yowl instead of being able to talk.

"I-I'm a diapered little dork loser!" Tom yelled, trying to get it all out and failing to remember precisely what Butch had told him to say, so adding on as much as he could think of to keep the black cat happy.

"Haha, even better. Topsy, Meathead, get the baby stroller ready. I think we're gonna take Tommy home to be our diapered little slave," Butch teased as he continued to rail Tom's ass.

"W-wha? No! I... y-you're not gonna take me!" Tom whined, a second wind flooding through him as he started to struggle against Butch's fucking.

"Haha, that's not gonna help you, tinkle pants. Topsy, you get the stroller ready, Meathead, you tie up the baby since he's already forgotten his lesson," Butch chuckled, as the other two went to work.

Tom tried to back away only to feel Butch ram home harder. He groaned as he felt his ass start to cramp, the cat piss inside him was making the need to use the restroom far more urgent and acting as a distracting factor as Meathead approached him. Tom grunted and gritted his teeth as the brown cat grabbed the sheet they'd used to pull him out of the ceiling and slipped it down Tom's body.

Tom whined as he felt Butch push down and in as Meathead started to wrap the rest of the sheet around him. He grunted as the brown cat expertly tied him down, tightly binding his arms to his sides and out of the way. Tom whined as he felt his ankles being lifted by Butch as the black cat rode into him harder by the second.

"H-help!" Tom shouted, now too worried about being kidnapped by these three to worry about his dignity.

"Hush!" Meathead said as he picked up the pacifier from earlier and stuffed it in tom's mouth.

Tom moaned into the rubbery bulb as it was held in his mouth by the brown cat. He saw Topsy pick up one of the pillows from the room and strip of the case, before rolling it up and pressing it down on the pacifier's shield. Finally, he took the two ends and tied them tight behind Tom's head, ensuring the pacifier was going to stay in place just like the babyish gag it was.

"M-mnph!" Tom tried to shout again, only to be muffled by the pacifier filling his mouth.

"Haha, oh, you look so good tied up. Guess what, Tommykins. We live across town, and you're going to be our new diapered loser. If you're a bad boy, you'll be punished, and I bet you're just gonna love your stroller ride across town. Ooh, here's hoping you can hold out from needing to go potty until we get there. I'm sure being stuck in a messy diaper in public would be so degrading," Butch teased as his dick twitched from the sheer pleasure of putting this house cat entirely in his place.

Tom whimpered as he felt his ass getting ridden harder. He blushed and squirmed, but couldn't do anything now he was tied up like this. He could feel the cramps getting more intense, and had his doubts he'd last more than a minute or two after this was over before he'd need to go. Even if they left him, a messy diaper was in his future, something he definitely didn't look forward to.

Finally, Butch went over. Tom felt the black cat's claws dig in against his hips with the final tug back and yelped into his pacifier as he was pounded into balls deep and then filled full of the alley cat's warm seed. He whimpered as he felt utterly helpless as Butch kept him hilted for several seconds, before finally pulling his cock out.

"Haha, looks like we're all ready to take you," Butch teased as he wiped his dick on Tom's butt fur and pulled the pink diaper and plastic pants back into place.

Tom whined into his pacifier as he saw Topsy sitting nearby with the stroller. He saw the five-point harness open, ready to strap him into his seat. He couldn't do a single thing as Butch picked him up and put him in his place, and Topsy started to strap him in.

"Awww, you're squirmy little guy, huh? Heh, bet the boss's load felt good to take, huh? Well, don't worry, I'm sure you'll get plenty more," Topsy said as he finished buckling the straps of the stroller and gave one of Tom's cheeks a pinch.

Tom groaned. His ass was twitching both in pain and from clenching down to hold back the flood. The new position wasn't helping, and as Tom wriggled against the belts, he knew full well what was going to happen. He blushed, he kicked, he squirmed and writhed to try to get at the restraint keeping him sat in the chair. None of it helped though, as the gurgling announced he was about to make an even bigger baby of himself than he already felt like.

"Heh, got all the supplies we'll need, boss. Should we head out?" Meathead chuckled as he showed off the second sheet filled up like a large bag.

"Hmm, sure. Here's hoping you're ready, Tommy," Butch teased as he moved the stroller over to the window.

Tom whimpered helplessly as he tried to keep his ass closed. The three alley cats lifted his stroller up and fit it through the window. He fussed as he saw spike the dog walking down the other street. He whimpered, but only got an amused look from the canine. He looked back and saw Jerry give him a wave. Of course, the mouse was going to let them just take off with him.

Tom winced as they started to push him down the street. The cramps were becoming too much. Oh god, he didn't want to do this here! Not in front of Spike and Jerry and these three. Yet, the mixture inside him told him he didn't have a choice. With a loud groan and his tail flagging against the seat of the stroller, Tom bent forward against the straps holding him back and filled the seat of his diaper.

Tom whined, he knew he was being watched, and he could hear Jerry laughing from the windowsill again. He whimpered into his pacifier, his face red as a beet as he wished he could cover his eyes with his hands or do anything other than stew here in his own mess. Thankfully, the plastic pants kept the smell to a minimum, but the scent still wafted up from time to time to remind the completely humbled tomcat of his new role.

"Haha, there we go. Bet you feel better now, huh? Well, even if you don't, we're going home, and you won't be getting a change until we get there. Heh, and if you so much as wriggle the wrong way, I'll have Topsy give you the anesthetic again, and you won't be getting a change for a while. So, better be a good baby, Tommy," Butch teased, obviously enjoying exercising his newfound love for controlling and humiliating the house cat.

Tom whined and stopped moving. The last thing he wanted to do was provoke them to leave this thing on him any longer than they already would. His rear felt gross, his crotch felt wet, and worst of all, they were going to make sure this could only get worse from here.

The three alley cats started to wheel the stroller down the road, obviously taking their time as they wheeled their prize off for parts unknown. Who knew what would happen with Tom's former home, when his prior owner discovered he'd been baby-napped right out of the cradle.

Tom lowered his ears in abject humiliation. He knew he had to figure out some way out of this. Yet, he couldn't see any, and the packed diaper he was squished firmly into by the straps of his stroller ensured he'd stay distracted as the alley cats showed him off and took him home.

"Haha, he's gonna make such a great diaper slave," Topsy teased.

"That he is," Butch responded, driven on by that same urge that had made him want to completely rule Tom since he'd first seen him in that diaper.