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Chapter 6: Downsizing

The door opened wider, revealing the rugged form of the tiger leaning against the doorway with the tip of the tail twitching every so often as his regal rear appendage floated behind him. Bolt was just able to see half of the tiger's muzzle through the bars, seeing the slightest hint of a curled nose upturned in response to his latest big accident.

"I expected to have a soggy puppy on my paws, but not a full blown stinker."

The rumble that came from the tiger's throat was casual, as if finding grown canines strapped down lying about in their own mess was something that the tiger was no stranger to. For all the canine knew, this might have been true.

Still, the emphasis with which the tiger uttered the word, 'stinker' caused Bolt to flatten his ears against his head. The diminutive admonishment came as a sting to his pride. While in the previous situations he had been put into, the desperation with which he desired some assistance with his current predicament far superseded the previous happenings with the two felines.

Yuri, pushing himself off of the doorframe, sauntered over to the edge of the crib. He leaned his burley forearms against the bars, poking the tip or his muzzle through. He sniffed again, grimacing and letting out a chuckle as he recoiled backwards, his eyes growing wide and appearing to grow slightly watery.

"Puppy, what did you eat?"

Bolt's cheeks burned. The previous treatment and humiliating commentary had caused his stomach to turn occasionally, but something about the growing irritation of his accident rubbing into his fur and irritating his skin combined with the teasing furthered his desperation to be changed out of his padding as soon as possible.

Reaching through the bars of the crib, the large paw of the tiger gently slid between the straps of the segufix snuggly holding his waist secured to the mattress. Noting that he had done quite a thorough job with securing the straps, he reached back and took out the magnet key hanging around his neck underneath his shirt. Reaching through once more, he unlocked the top lock, loosened the straps so that there was just enough wiggle room for his paw to reach inside for examination, and returned the key to around his neck.

Bolt watched this all happen helplessly, unable to do anything else other than raise his head slightly off of his pillow to observe the tiger fiddle with his bonds. Reflexively, he felt his thigh flinch as the tiger placed a possessive paw on top of it, protracting his claws out slightly and allowing them to graze over the husky's quivering leg. Upon reaching his padding, he flexed his paw deftly and retracted them once more so as to not accidentally puncture the plastic lining.

He groped the filled padded behind, gently squishing it between his paw pads as he pressed it up further against the husky's backside.

"Mmpf!"

Bolt attempted to protest, half concerned for the tiger's sake as he was only further dirtying the fur that the canine presumed would become the large cat's responsibility to clean. Yuri did not appear concerned in the slightest, as he continued to physically examine the hefty contents of the husky's properly messed diaper.

"What's that pup? Still think this one can hold a little bit more?"

Bolt's eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously from side to side as much as the strap around his neck would allow him to. The tiger chuckled, the noise rising up deep from his throat as he continued to gently rub the properly used padding. Bolt had no choice other than to bear it, still firmly affixed to the crib mattress as the tiger's puppy play thing.

"I don't know little guy, I think this puppy pamper's pretty packed! Somebody must have had to make pushies before their caretakers got a chance to check on whether their little puppy had woken up from their nap."

The brown eyes of the dog glistened as they stared at the tiger's amused expression, the big cat's eyes downcast and obviously amused by the thoroughly used padding the puppy was trapped in. He glanced up to meet with the canine's gaze, seeing that he was doing his best to beg with his eyes for the cat to release him and clean him up. This appeared to only further his sense of entertainment.

"Aww, what's the matter, puppy dog? Is your little tushie getting itchy?"

The tiger's voice fluctuated, adopting a teasing lilt to it that caused the husky's blood pressure to rise. His sense of desperation was beginning to transition into frustration, his eyes glistened as he stared plaintively up at the tiger, silently begging him to free him from his messy misery.

Yuri seemed to pick up on the fact that his puppy was beginning to grow a little bit more uncomfortable than was within his tolerance level. With casual slowness, he lowered the bars of the crib down until the top railing was set level with the mattress. Reaching inside of his shirt, he withdrew the magnetic key that hung around a metal chain and began to undo the menagerie of straps and bindings the canine was comfortably nestled in.

Bolt watched, not daring to struggle or move around too much as he hoped to be as complacent as possible for fear of misbehavior getting in the way of a change. His face burned, ears pinned against his head as he tried not to think too much just how dependent he felt on his coworker as he undid the loops holding his forearms at his sides.

Yuri worked at a leisurely yet systematic pace. Upon loosening the strap around the canine's neck, he slid his mighty paws underneath the canine's back and pulled him up into a sitting position. Bolt now sat directly on top of his accident, biting down on the pacifier bulb in his muzzle, wincing as he felt the contents of his well-used diaper shift around underneath him. He tried not to think about the state his fur must be in at this point.

Doing his best to breathe from his mouth past the pacifier bulb, he allowed the tiger to hoist him up and deposit him on his hip. Bolt grimaced, feeling his padded front press up against the strong thigh of the tiger and grind not so unpleasantly against his bits. With a few soft strides on soft tiger paw pads on lush carpeting, Yuri hoisted the puppy onto the surface of the adjacent changing table and placed an authoritative paw on his chest, pushing him down onto his back.

"Lie still."

Yuri commanded, but Bolt had no intention of disobeying. Even as a leather strap was pulled over him and fastened smartly on the other side, pinning him down by the chest and biceps, he felt no urge to resist.

"Let's take a look at the damage now, shall we?"

Yuri mused, towering over the canine and arching an inquisitive eyebrow. Bolt looked away, turning his head to the side as his face continued to flush with burning shame and embarrassment. His ears picked up on the ripping of tapes, the plastic adhesive complaining audibly as it was pulled off of the landing zone. A rush of cool air flowed over his genitalia even as the unpleasant odor intensified drastically.

"Phew! You're one smelly dog, Bolt! Looks like our little guy really had to go!"

The experience in of itself felt almost degrading, but accompanied by Yuri's infantilizing commentary made Bolt feel as if he wanted to dig himself a hole in the ground and bury himself in it forever. Unable to restrain himself, he whined audibly and shut his eyes tightly, holding out through the mortifying experience as best as he could.

His sense of deep-seated disgrace was only slightly alleviated when he felt warm, moist wipes beginning to dab away at his soiled fur. As the scent of the puppy powder infused wipes began to slowly respond to the stench of his mess, the canine's breathing began to feel easier. Chancing a glance back down at the tiger, he observed Yuri paying close attention to the task at hand, his brow slightly furrowed from concentrating on properly cleaning up the canine.

Bolt closed his eyes and allowed his head to rest back down against the plastic surface of the changing table. The tiger continued to work away at properly expunging any traces of his accident from his fur, the sound of the diaper pail situated next to the changing table opening and closing multiple times as he disposed of the sullied baby wipes.

"Good puppy, that's much better now, isn't it?"

Bolt found himself nodding instinctively, the tiger's voice lowered to a soothing whisper, patting the husky's left thigh comfortingly. Grabbing the dog by the ankles, he lifted his legs up and slid the used diaper out from underneath his furry cheeks. Disposing of it, he performed another passover with a few more wipes to his satisfaction leaving Bolt feeling relieved and grateful for his renewed sense of cleanliness.

It took a few moments for Bolt to notice that Yuri appeared to be fiddling with his bits in a manner that was a little bit more involved than were he simply wiping them down. His eyes shot open, and Bolt leaned his head forward sharply to see what the tiger was doing. Taking no notice of the canine's apparent alarm, the tiger continued to loop the pup's ballsack through a metal ring and slide a phallic shaped object over the dog's sheath.

"Schtawp! Nyuu!"

Bolt's protests were distorted by the pacifier bulb in his muzzle, preventing him from expressing his indignance without the added filter of a ridiculous lisp forcing every word to sound especially sophomoric. Yuri appeared to choose not to reply, but instead unsheathed his claws and lightly grazed the bottom of Bolt's ballsack with the sharp, intimidatingly long fingernail.

He got the message. Feeling cowed, he leaned back and watched helplessly as his manhood was properly fitted into the chastity cage. Satisfied with the fit, Yuri pushed the sheath into the ring and looped a small, heart-shaped lock through it, clicking it shut with a satisfying click.

Shifting his newly locked away bits around in his paws, Yuri inspected his handiwork from several angles before reaching up and gently patting the canine on the tummy with a paw. Still ignoring the canine's apparent displeasure, he leaned down to pick out a fresh diaper, taking his time to fluff it out after unfolding it before finally matching the canine's gaze.

"Is there something you would like to say, puppy dog?"

Bolt found it difficult to maintain the eye contact, the tiger's broad face and piercing eyes appearing frightening enough for him to cast down his gaze to look forlornly at his well-contained bits.

"That's what I thought."

The tiger admonished, the sternness in his voice stinging slightly as the canine resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be staying in the cage for as long as Yuri dictated.

Resuming his comforting, gentle demeanor, the tiger made quick work of changing Bolt into the fresh diaper. Lifting him up by the ankles again, Bolt had no choice but to begrudgingly admire how expeditiously the feline was able to neatly align the four tapes into a comfortable, attractive position.

"Does the puppy feel better now that he's no longer a little stinker?"

Yuri leaned forward, placing his paws onto the canine's exposed belly and placing a comfortable amount of weight against Bolt's body. His nose gently brushed against Bolt's own, booping him in a playful manner as Yuri fluttered his eyelashes at the dog in a manner most uncanny for his usually reserved, pristine demeanor.

Seeing the feline behave in such an unexpected fashion caught Bolt off guard, and he giggled in response, unable to help himself. Momentarily forgetting the fact that Yuri had just clapped his canine member into solid steel, he shook his head and smiled, the corners of his lips turning up to just barely become visible behind his pacifier muzzle. The tiger's paws gently scratched at the puppy's tummy, as he leaned forward a little bit more and gently kissed the top of the husky's furry forehead.

"There's a good dog, you were very well-behaved during your change."

The praise elicited an uplifting sensation inside of Bolt's mind; unable to help himself, he felt himself glowing in response to the tiger's praise. Perhaps it was his helpless state, or maybe the fact that the tiger had actually cleaned him up in a professional, soothing manner, but upon hearing Yuri's statement of satisfaction, the husky suddenly felt light as a feather.

Unfastening the chest strap, Yuri grasped the puppy's paws and guided him up into a sitting position. Wrapping his burly arms around him, he hoisted him up into his arms supporting him by his crinkley bottom which rested comfortably atop his forearms.

"I think some puppy playtime is in order. Let's see what Cinder is up to."

Yuri turned to face the doorway, leaning down briefly to pick something up that was out of the husky's line of sight before continuing on to the entrance to the nursery.

Bolt felt his stomach flip. Something about the way Yuri had said, "Puppy playtime" told him that he was in store for even more unexpected turns of events. And to his chagrin, he felt the tightness of the chastity cage around his bits reinsert its unyielding presence even as his rocket twitched at the tiger's mention of playtime.