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"Gah! I'm running late!" Andlat shouted.

Rain poured all around the 18 year old fox dashed down the street full speed, glancing at his watch only for a moment. It was a difficult and strenuous journey to get where he needed to be. His bus was running late, and missing it was simply not an option. He didn't have any clue why his boyfriend Hunter seemed so distressed during the phone call. The fox could still hear his beloved's worried voice over the phone, and it was all he could think of.

Whatever was wrong, Andlat needed to fix it. And that bus was the quickest way home!

The fox pushed and shoved people out of his way, dodged moving traffic in busy intersections, and took as many shortcuts through the city streets as he could think of. The bus stop was only a few blocks away, but every moment counted. It would be coming any second! Running full speed, his canine body worked on automatic as he raced against time. He only stopped for one second...

As he approached the final stretch, and glanced around - flicking his rain soaked hair out of his face. Looking towards him, he could take the main road, crowded with people and long - or take the alleyway that cut across the city block and right to where he needed to be. Naturally, being so pressed for time, he took the shortcut! Why not?

But things would not go smoothly for the red fox.

Quickly, he jogged down the narrow, filthy, lonely alleyway. The sounds of the busy city outside faded away as he approached the center, and was farthest from sight. There was silence, and wasn't another soul to be found as he made his way through. The journey through was almost forgettable... until right near the end.

"H-Hey man... y-you got any change?" he heard.

Out of nowhere, suddenly a body moved in front of him, obstructing Andlat's progress. It was a scraggly looking rat, a rodent several inches shorter than Andlat himself. He was wearing tattered clothes that looked to be far past their usefulness, and gave the impression of being a beggar or hobbo. Andlat was not interested.

"H-Hey! Get out of my way! I'm trying to get somewhere!" Andlat shouted, doing his best to get around the rat. But like most rats, where there is one, there are others.

Another one came from nearby, equally as haggard. But the two of them together somewhat intimidated Andlat. It felt like trouble was on the way.

"Ju-Just a dollar... or some sp-spare change" the new beggar said, scratching his neck fiendishly.

"I already said, n-"

Suddenly, the unexpected happened. Hands reached out from behind the fox's body, and grabbed hold of his arms. He felt his body get lifted off the ground, and he was suddenly pulled backward. He screamed, shouted, and kicked to be free! The two rats quickly dashed away, and ran from out of his view just before suddenly he felt a sack get pulled over his face and a hand over his mouth! The fox's cries were muffled, and he was certainly overpowered as he felt himself dragged backward towards an unknown destination.

"Get his legs!" he heard.

It was a deep, angry, evil voice that commanded the others. Almost immediately, he felt his legs held tightly and he was whisked away to somewhere he didn't want to be. Onward he went, doing his best to get loose from the aggressive kidnapping that was occurring, but nothing worked. The fox's only accomplishment was exhausting himself as he was carried to wherever it was he was off to.

Several minutes went by. Hardly anyone spoke besides the occasional frustrated grunt as his struggling made their efforts as difficult as possible. There was the sound of metal shrieking as a heavy, rusty sounding door squeaked open, and their foot steps began echoing loudly as he was obviously carried inside. The air felt humid on his fur, and the air smelled stale and dirty. He could only imagine what scum infested hole he was being dragged into, and he was quickly made terrified as the feeling of confinement and helplessness took him over.

"Tie him down" he heard, as the sound of a squeaking wooden door echoed from nearby.

"N-NO!" he screamed, though his voice was muffled by bag and hand covering over his mouth.

But his protests and efforts were all in vain, for he was simply overpowered by the mysterious figures taking him over. How many were there? Who were they? What did they want? What was happening? A million questions ran through his mind, followed by the worst possible thoughts. As he felt himself enter a room and begin to get laid down what felt like a mattress, he felt the fear overwhelm him. The fighting and screaming with no reward simply made him feel hopeless.

Both his arms and legs were quickly pulled apart and away from each other. It felt as though there was one person holding each limb, and each person was quick to tie each tightly with a rope, leaving him in an extremely vulnerable position. Again, he yanked his arms and legs as hard as he could to break the bonds that held him down, but it was no use.

"Cut off his clothes" he heard.

The bag was still wrapped around his face. He could see nothing but darkness, and with his hands and ankles bound down by restraints, he was left with no choice but to simply experience the feeling as his clothes were cut from his body. One firm hand held down his chest as his shirt was cut with scissors, and then his pants too. The uncomfortable feeling of cold air rushed in against his damp fur, still wet from the pouring rain outside. Andlat was shivering now from the chill in the air, and the fear in his veins. Lying completely naked on the mattress, he stared off into the blackness of the sac covering his face - and only imagined what could be next.

But what would actually happen was the last thing he expected!

"Put him in his outfit. Our boss wants him as pretty as possible for the show.. Also, don't forget this. Make it seen" he heard.

What could that possibly mean?!

Without another word, he heard rustling around. The sound of crinkling echoed loudly, and out of nowhere he felt the grip of hands around his waist. Lying on his back, he felt his lower body get pulled upward, off of the mattress. When he was pushed back down, he felt something soft underneath him, something that crinkled loudly and squished as he laid on top of it. Suddenly it was pulled tightly over him. The sound of tapes loudly tearing, and then the sensation of whatever it was securely fastened on him.

If Andlat had any guess of what it was... he could have sworn it was a diaper!

"Again" he heard. It was the same assertive, masculine voice that had been commanding this whole time.

Suddenly the entire process repeated itself. He heard the crinkling, the sudden pull on his body that forced whatever it was to be put underneath him. Then the tearing, and the wrapping around his lower body.

"Once more" he heard. The voice was so low, and so menacing!

The process repeated again, and even once more. It happened until he could feel that whatever he was wearing, he was wearing enough of them to spread his legs apart on their own. His butt no longer touched the mattress, but rather, he felt his back arch a bit because it was lifting him up. It was so hot and tight, too. It seemed so difficult to move the upper parts of his thighs.

"Now put him in his dress, and make him pretty. Then take him upstairs" he heard.

Without delay, there was a snip as his hands were cut free of their confines. Hands grabbed him and forced him to sit up, which was remarkably awkward from the thick undergarments he was wearing. He felt as if he was an inch or two off of the ground because of the thickness of whatever he was wearing! The hands that took control of him then pulled his arms up over his head, and suddenly he felt as he was forced to wear something over his chest.

He struggled a bit, but it was still no use. He felt his arms slip through some sleeves, and then the whole outfit was pulled over his body - similar to putting on a coat. But it was thin, soft, comfortable, and felt surprisingly fragile around his fur. Andlat had no idea what was going on, but even he admitted to himself that it was nice to be wearing something, rather than be lying naked on the mattress with damp fur. His nervous were hardly settled, though.

Next was his lower body. Another snip, and he felt his ankles freed from their bondage. Hands held his chest down as he felt his legs lifted up, and some form of pants or shorts pulled all the way up to his waist. His lower legs were exposed, he noted - for he could still feel the chilly air against them. Shortly after, both arms of his were held, and he was slowly guided up from the mattress and onto his feet. They pulled him forward.

The sac over his face was getting old. Andlat wished he could see. It was so difficult to walk with whatever it was that was holding his thighs together. His blindness was within the consideration of his captors, though. He was guided slowly, and every so often, he was warned of a step or obstruction in his path. Whoever these people were that were doing this to him - they didn't intend on harming him. It was strange. He felt himself ascend a flight of stairs, enter a room, and then...

"Put him in the chair and take off the bag" he heard.

Finally! He audibly gasped a light breath and tipped his head up, before suddenly being pushed into a chair. He felt his hands and legs get tied once more, before finally the sensation of the bag tied around his head being loosened and pulled away. Almost immediately the blinding darkness was replaced by blindingly bright lights shining in his face. He winced tightly and whipped his head away! Footsteps led out of the room, and a door shut behind them.

"Look at me" he heard. It was a different voice, a girl this time. A hand grabbed his chin softly, and guided his face back towards the lights.

The fox's eyes slowly came into focus, and what he saw confused him even more. Standing in front of him was a tall, slender, beautifully dressed vixen - and he found himself tied to a chair in the middle of a dressing room. Behind the vixen was a huge mirror surrounded by the bright lights that made it so hard for him to see. All around him were costumes, props, stage equipment, makeup and cosmetics - everything that you would find in a studio dressing room!

"W-Where is this?" he asked.

"Shhh, no talking" she said, hushing his lips with her finger.

He wanted to see himself in the mirror, but the vixen blocked it. The vixen reached over and wheeled a small cart over next to him. On it was various makeup bottles, brushes, and applicable cosmetics.

"What're you doing!?" he asked.

Once more, she shook her head in disapproval, and hushed his lips. Taking a brush, he felt the vixen begin fluffing it all over his face. Numerous times, she switched brushes, colors, and compared sides - clearly striving for perfection. Each time he questioned her, she would simply ignore him or hush his lips. Through his fearful trembling, she continued to work like normal at a slow and comfortable pace, applying makeup to him in all sorts of ways. Blush, mascara, eye-liner - everything he could think of. Next, she finally stood from in front of him, and walked behind him with a handful of his hair in her hands.

And that was when he saw himself in the mirror. It was an adrenaline rush, and was so shocking he couldn't help but jump within his confines and shout from the startling sight. Makeup was all over his face, as expected - but it was what he was wearing that confused him too. It was a bright pink, delicate and petite blouse. Frills bounced from the edges, and the dress itself was lavished with complicated, elaborate decorations all throughout. Down below, he could see a very large and wide skirt fluffing out of the chair, and worse yet - there was a great thick, poofy diaper forcing the skirt upward. It was enough to make his heart stop for a second!

"WHAT?! WHAT IS -"

"I said QUIET!" the vixen suddenly shouted! She covered his mouth, and looked angrily at him in the mirror! He rattled back and forth in his chair, screaming in fright!

"SILENCE! Not another word out of you, little girl!" she shouted!

She viciously grabbed his chin, and he watched as she forced a large red ball in his mouth. Attached to the ball was a strap that came from the sides - which she fastened tightly around the back of his head! Not another comprehensive word could be spoken with the gag in his mouth. Of course, he continued to fight it, but it was certainly no use. After a moment, he once again accepted his helplessness in the situation, and did his best to logically figure out what was happening to him.

It was very clear to him that he was obviously being forced into looking like a girl - complete with the dress, makeup, and accessories. The diaper though? He didn't understand that at all, but it certainly made him feel humiliated! It wasn't like the feminine treatment didn't cause him to burn red with embarrassment, but the diaper poking from underneath his skirt made it all the more unbearable. The vixen held his hair tightly, and elaborately beautified it in such a way he had never imagined it could look. Finally, she reached over, and placed a gleaming, sparkling tiara on his head.

"Today, you will be a beautiful princess. How does she like it?" the vixen teased.

Andlat shook his head in disbelief!.

"After our thickly diapered princess is done with her makeup, it's off to dance class. I sure hope she can still dance correctly with those big diapers on" the vixen continued to tease.

In a few more minutes, she finished adding the finishing touches on Andlat's appearance. He practically looked like another person - so much so, he hardly recognized himself! She signaled the people from outside, and suddenly a barrage of men came in to escort him out of the dressing room. Andlat would have paid more attention to their faces, but it was all so fast. One second he was bound in the chair, and the next one he was being pushed out the door! His head was forced to stare downward at the floor as they moved through the hallway. All he could see, aside from his poofy pink and white skirt, was filthy cold tile and the blurry reflection of himself.

The filthy tile quickly changed into shiny, clean hardwood as he entered the next room, however. The change was so quick that he quickly disobeyed his orders, and looked upward. He found himself in a giant room. One wall was lined with a gigantic mirror, and along it was a wooden rail. It didn't take Andlat long at all to realize he was in a giant dance studio! Several furs were near the mirror. It seemed there was one instructor, and several students.

On approach, Andlat could spot that the students were dressed up just like him!

"I see we have a new student!" the instructor excitedly exclaimed.

The students - the other girly boys just like him - stared over and smiled enthusiastically.

"Hello there! Well aren't we the prettiest little princess!" the instructor complimented.

Andlat blushed, and looked for any sign of distress from the other students. But none of them seemed to mind what was happening at all! They each were fully grown like him, each feminized and pretty. Some were wearing tutus, others were wearing normal sundresses. None of them had any gags, signs of ill treatment - or anything! They all actually looked... happy!

"Woah, look at that diaper!" the one said.

Suddenly they all stared down, pointed, and chuckled amongst themselves!

"Someone didn't listen to the rules either" another commented - pointing at his face. He figured they must have meant the ball gag trapped in his mouth.

He felt the sinking feeling in his chest as they taunted him. What in the world was happening to him? What was this place?

"Now, now. Let's not get behind in our dance lesson. Come here, you" the dance instructor said.

Grabbing holding of Andlat's arm, the instructor lined him up with the other students - forcing him to face himself in the mirror. He was quite a sight - and looked positively helpless with the ball gag still in his mouth. He tried to speak through it, but nothing much came out.

"Okay young lady, I want you to follow along the best you can. Do as I do, okay? Just follow along. And, by the way... I can see you're in need of discipline... so do NOT try to run, do you understand?" the instructor said, poking the ball gag in his mouth.

Andlat stared at him with frightened, wide open eyes.

"Do you?" the instructor asked.

"ERM-HERMM" Andlat shouted through the gag.

"Excellent! Now, follow along" he repeated, as the instructor backed away.

At once, suddenly music began playing. The instructor began moving their body slowly, count each step as they moved appropriately. The students followed, and were almost mirroring what the instructor was doing. Andlat, of course, hardly moved at all. The sense of degradation and silliness wouldn't allow him to move a muscle. An entire song played through as he simply stood there with cold feet, frozen with shyness and fear.

"That was excellent class, good job!" the instructor praised.

Until he looked at Andlat.

"You. Why weren't you dancing? Don't be shy. We're going to practice again, and you had better participate - or else we will make you participate. Do you understand, little girl?" he warned.

Glancing away for a second, Andlat could see the group of men who had kidnapped him. They stood in the corner, watching with intimidating glares. Looking back at the instructor, he obediently nodded his head.

"We don't want to have to go that route. But we will. Now, follow my lead" the instructor said, before wandering back off into the center.

Once again, music began playing, and the instructor immediately began dancing. The music was pretty, dainty, and feminine - and the instructor's movements were equally as petite, calculated, and precise. It was ballet, and the instructor was extremely good at it. As were the students...

Andlat was nervous at first. He wasn't much of a dancer, let alone one experienced enough for such calculated movements. The glaring looks he was receiving from the people off in the corner, the other students, and the instructor - however, caused him to began at least trying. Akwardly, he stretched one arm out, and then began clumsily following the footwork that was being demonstrated.

Each step stumbled harder than the next, and each movement was poorly performed. The huge, bulky diapers between his legs caused him to waddle and nearly fall off balance every so often, and the increasing tempo of the movements caused him to simply begin fumbling about the floor. It was a disaster, a lost cause, and humiliating. Andlat wanted nothing more than to quit!

Worse, the dancing was quickly becoming more of an exercise. As they entered the next song, Andlat found himself quickly exhausted, sore, and losing his composure. But he dared not upset the powers that be. The poor thing did his best to keep up with the students and the instructor - careful not to seem rebellious against the intimidating people that were watching him. The last thing he wanted was to endure whatever punishment for noncompliance they may inflict!

After several more songs though, the fox had had enough. By then, he had gotten more used to the repetitive movements and footwork, but was simply too exhausted to keep himself in check. The instructor performed a fancy, petite step on his toes, balancing ever-so-perfectly. The students followed, and Andlat tried. But the weight of his diapers, the exhaustion, and the inexperience caused him to quickly lose his balance and clumsily stumble over hard, and fall right onto the floor below!

Suddenly, a burst of laughter from all over the room echoed and filled his disoriented head. Andlat moaned a pathetic mumble through his ball gag, and winced from embarrassment as everyone appreciated his crash.

"It's fine, get back up and we'll start from the top" the instructor said.

Andlat wasn't having that. He shook his head. The instructor sighed, looked down at his watch, and then waved his hand for the watchmen to approach - and they quickly came by, got the fox on his feet, and then stood him in front of the instructor.

"I will not have disobedience in my class" he sharply, coldly explained.

Giving Andlat a disgusted scowl, and shook his head.

"You will remember that for next time. Today you are lucky, because class is over. A good little sissy will know obedience. We will see to it" he coldly warned.

Andlat stared at him, and felt on the verge of tears! He was positively terrified!

"Take him away. His Master is waiting for him" the instructor then explained.

The watchmen suddenly grabbed his wrists, but instead of immediately binding his wrists together - they did something different. Suddenly, a large, bulky and thick set of mittens were placed over his canine paws, completely prohibiting any grasping or movement of his fingers! Then, finally, they placed a pair of handcuffs around his mittens and wrists.

But that was not all. From behind, he felt something quickly wrap around his neck. A collar tightly fastened around his neck, followed by the clicking of it locking in place. To add to the entrapment, one of the men placed a leash on the collar. He was completely and totally stuck this way, now. There was no escaping, and he knew it.

As he was led from the room, he glanced at the pathetically helpless sight he was. A ball gag in his mouth, his hands trapped with mittens and handcuffs. All of the makeup and the pretty clothes - and the enormous diaper that caused him to waddle side to side. Who was this Master they claimed wanted him to be this way? He was frightened at who was waiting for him.

How did this happen?! One minute he was racing to his boyfriend's aide, and the next - he was kidnapped and turned into a helpless sissy slave! It was so, so confusing. His head was spinning from the emotion and confusion. What could possibly happen next!?

His leash was in the hands of one of the captors, and he was lead out of the room, and down the hall. At the end was a large metal door that required one of the captors to unlock it. Somehow, Andlat had the feeling that this was the room where his journey was going to end. At this point, he couldn't possibly imagine what sort of experiences he would experience next.

Nor would he have ever guessed who was on the other side.

The door swung open, and who he saw waiting for him simply astonished him.

"HUHGHGH!" Andlat shouted! His shouting was muffled by his ball gag, and his eyes were wide with surprise and shock.

"Here is your new pet. We did everything you wanted" the large man holding his leash said, as he handed it to his Master.

It was none other than his boyfriend Hunter!

"Oh my! Look at how pretty you made him!" Hunter said, gasping at the sight!

"HUGHGUGHGH!" Andlat shouted!

His cries fell on deaf ears.

"He will need disciplined if he is to serve you correctly" the man said.

Hunter simply grinned an evil grin, and suddenly, Andlat realized that this entire time - he had been set up from the start. There was no emergency that his boyfriend needed him for. He was supposed to fall into this trap all along!

"Oh he will be back. I think you'll be seeing him a LOT more" Hunter promised.

Andlat continued to shout through his little ball gag, but as Hunter took the leash and guide him out of the building - not another word was said. As they departed, the dance instructor walked up through the hallway and watched as they left.

"We certainly will" he evilly said, chuckling.