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Diaper Punishment for Unruly Boys

By Terinas Tiger, For Seifer

Seifer woke up to the sound of a baby mobile playing overhead.

When his eyes opened he noticed it was the same one he'd fallen asleep staring at, with the little princess jaguars in dresses and the little gentlemen mice in tuxedos. The tinny tune playing was the same familiar one he'd heard every bedtime when he fell asleep. His mom had probably forgotten to turn it off. For a moment, Seifer tried to sit up. The rattling of chains and a pressure against his wrists reminded him why he couldn't. With his head still foggy and fuzzy from slumber, he'd forgotten that Mom had handcuffed him to his crib last night.

And of course, just by noticing it, he started to notice how uncomfortable the handcuffs really were, even under the pink fuzzy linings covering the cold, smooth metal. "Onwy cawght swneaking owt of da cwib ONCE and she jwumps stwaight t' hwandcuffs!" The golden furred feline growled around the mouthguard of a thick baby blue pacifier, fastened to his muzzle by straps fastened around parts of his head. He'd forgotten about that too. It was surprising how comfortable it had gotten over the past few days, barely able to move save to suckle back and forth on it. He suckled on it a little bit more, trying to relax as he waited for his mom to come get him out of his padded prison. A few moments passed.

And then a few more.

Eventually, Seifer growled and tried to sit up. The handcuff chains rattled as the restraints slid up slightly on the crib bars, but they were stretched out too far to let him have any real leverage. The jaguar was held down on his back, unable to move more beyond wiggling slightly in his oversized kitten crib. He looked at himself anyway. His creamy-white underbelly was partially obscured by his baby blanket. He could see some of his golden fur glinting in the light of the nightlight, little orange speckles and spots patterning the sides of his bodyfur. He was naked save for the diaper under the blankets.

For lack of anything to do, he kicked them off, and realized how soggy and squishy his diaper was. Looking down as best he could, he saw the padding was stained a bright yellow along the crotch and swollen along the bottom, front, and backside. "Jeeze, 'ow mwuch dwid I pwee wast night!?!" Seifer's face got hot as he felt his cock squish against his soggy nappy. He didn't even have any morning wood. He'd wet helplessly in his sleep, like a baby.

And then his tummy began to grumble. Though he was laying on his back in the crib, he felt his tail on instinct trying to flag up. A flash of panic swept through his mind, green eyes going wide, as he realized what was about to happen whether he liked it or not.

"Oh swit!"

-~-

But how did things get to this point, gentle reader? How did Seifer Hyperion, a young jaguar in the prime of his life, end up spending it back in diapers?

For that we need to peel back the mists of time, and gaze into a younger age....

-~-

Grocery Shopping with mom wasn't any ten year old's idea of a fun time.

Or at least, it wasn't Seifer's. The kitten had spent the entire trip to the Wiggledy Tiggledy fuming, tail thrashing in irritation and quiet protest as he walked the grocery aisles with his mother Selene as she sifted through produce, considered corn chips, and bought bottles of water. While he'd made a few appeals towards more delicious snacks, he'd been met with a mere click of the tongue and dismissal. "We eat HEALTHY foods under my roof, kitten!" Once they'd finally hit the checkout line, however, Seifer had gotten so very silent, as he stood near a shelf of chocolate bars and other candies and quietly let a paw snake over while he stood between his mom and the snack rack. In a slow, calculated motion, he snatched up a 3 Amigos chocolate bar and pulled it back towards his hoodie, stuffing it into a big wide brown fuzzy pocket where it belonged. The ten-year old's muzzle broke into a smug smile as he watched his mother chatting idly with the cashier. It was the perfect crime! No one had even noticed his five finger discount...

The ride home took almost forever, with the candy bar a constant temptation in the back of his mind. Seifer kept finding his paw sliding into the central pocket to feel at his prize, his mouth salivating at the thought of the delicious bounty within.

But he had waited.

Waited until they got back home. Popping the passenger side door open, Seifer hopped out of the mini-van to race off and get inside. "I gotta go check on something." He said quickly, darting inside and finding his way to the living room and the couch within it. He had found he simply couldn't wait any longer to enjoy his treat! Flopping on the couch, he lay back to stare up at the ceiling, snagging up the purloined 3 Amigos bar and peeling off the wrapper. After taking a moment or two to savor the smell of it, Seifer opened wide to take a bite.

"Seifer, you really need to learn not to run off. I need your help with the groceries-" Seifer certainly took after his mother in many ways: The same pelt of golden fur with brown circles dotting it. The same creamy underbelly and long ropey feline tail. They both had blonde hair and emerald green eyes. But there were a few key differences between mother and son. Seifer's nose was a pleasant pink, for example, while his mother's was a deep jet black. His mother favored blue jeans while her ten year old son preferred cargo shorts. And more importantly she had mastered the parental death glare, while he had yet to build up any sort of immunity to it. So there was a distinct chill that ran up Seifer's spine when he heard the icy tone in her voice.

"Seifer. Where did you obtain that chocolate bar?"

"I- I found it! In the kitchen cupboards!" The jaguar blurted out, his first instinct driving his mouth before his thoughts could catch up.

That comment earned him a folding of the arms, his mother's tail beginning to writhe with displeasure as his mother narrowed her eyes. "You and I both know I don't keep candy bars in the kitchen. Try again."

The jaguar cub squirmed, squeezing the half-eaten candy bar tightly in his fist. "Um- um-" With no idea what else to say, Seifer was reduced to stammering. His thighs pressed together, his whole body tensed.

And when he had no response, Selene just growled and rubbed her temples. "Let me take a guess. You were fed up with me only buying healthy foods, and decided to take something home with you without asking me first." The maternal jaguar arched one eyebrow. "Without. Paying. Am I right?"

Seifer did not say anything. Which was in and of itself an answer.

His mother just sighed in exasperation, closing her eyes and shaking her head for a moment. "Oh Seifer. I raised you better than that." In large, rapid strides Selene Hyperion strode forward, growling audibly. "Or at least I thought I did!" Her paw grabbed at one of her son's ears, tugging the spotty cub across the living room and to an old wooden rocking chair in the far end of the room. "Our family does not STEAL!"

A yowl of pain escaped Seifer's lips, as he squirmed against her fingers. "I'llpayitback! Ipromise!" He started, tears filling his eyes as he watched his mother sitting down in the chair. "I'msorry! I'm SORRY!" before she tugged him down on her lap, his tummy pushing up against her thighs.

"We are so far beyond that, young man!" Selene growled, baring her fangs. "An apology was enough when you dug up old man McBatley's gardens! It was enough when you tried to steal cookies and cracked the kitchen floor tiles dropping the jar!" A hiss escaped her lips, her eyes flaring with intensity. "You know the rules of my house, and you keep breaking them!" Seifer felt paws gripping his shorts, tugging them down to his knees. His bare butt shivering in the chill air. "You don't listen, you steal from the nice store, and then you LIE TO YOUR MOTHER ABOUT IT!"

He could feel the cold air on his bare, fuzzy cheeks. "W-wait, you aren't gonna-"

Selene took a deep breath, her fur puffing out in righteous indignation. "I tell you again and again that these behaviors are unacceptable and you just don't LEARN!" The mother just shook her head, using one arm to hold Seifer down as he squirmed against her knees, the rocking chair rocking back and forth. "You're ten now! A big kid! And yet you act like an unruly toddler!" She lifted a paw up. Seifer could see his doom raised up above his mother's head. A moment later, she brought the paw down, smacking it firmly against his backside. "Well if you keep acting like a naughty preschooler, you're going to be treated like one!"

The hit stung, and Seifer felt himself yowling in pain. "M-Mom! Stoppit!" He growled and fussed, kicking against her lap. She wasn't ALLOWED to do this! He was her kitten! She was supposed to let him get away with anything! And yet her arm still held him down. He couldn't get away. A ten year old cub just wasn't strong enough to overcome an enraged mother jaguar. Each swat making his bottom sting, a rosey red color forming on the skin under his fur. Seifer kicked and screamed and pushed out his claws and squirmed, but no matter what his mother wouldn't let him go. He felt himself spanked ten times... and then fifteen... and then twenty. Until finally he broke, squalling into her knee and trembling. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I won't do it again!"

The jaguar matriarch paused her swats, before gazing down towards her cub. "Oh? And isn't that what you said when I caught you with that pack of cigarettes? Or the SECOND time with the cigarettes?"

At that, the ten year old cub fell silent.

And his mother wrapped her arms around his chest and legs, lifting him up. "Seifer, I just don't know what to do with you. No matter what consequences there are for your actions, you pretend to improve until they stop. Then you just go back to being a brat." She growled. "So I think we need to try something a bit more long lasting. Keith's parents tried something that seems to work with their husky boy... I thought if you misbehaved again, I'd give it a try."

"Mom, wait, what are you doing- AAAH!" Seifer felt his mother hefting him up over one arm, a paw on his bottom he was a baby, another holding his back against her chest. "Mom, it's ok! I learned my lesson! I won't steal again! I won't-" With a tearful whine, Seifer protested as she carried him into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and them went into his bedroom. The towel was spread along his bed, before Seifer found himself plopped down on it.

"Now just sit still there, cub. And don't pull up your shorts." Selene narrowed her eyes. "Or you'll get another spanking."

The gaze alone would've been enough to cow the ten-year-old Seifer. Swallowing, he rested on the bed, waiting for his mom to come back with his fate.

"Now I bought these from the local pharmacy, so they might be a bit big since they're made for adults..." In one of Selene's paws was a plastic bottle of something that smelled sweet. In her other paw was a bright white fluffy square that crinkled as she squeezed it.

And unfolded out into a winged, plastic piece of padding with tapes and lines running along the length of it.

"Since you're acting like an unruly kitten, Seifer, Mommy's going to put you back into diapers until you can act your age..." They were Selene's last words to her cub as she moved in to diaper him for the first time since he'd been two.

It wouldn't be the last.

-~-

Seifer may have kicked up a fuss and may have protested, but that first diapering wasn't the end of things. Keeping the white puffy padding on display, she brought her son back to the Wiggledy Tiggledy store, and forced him, in public, to present the half-eaten candy bar to the store's manager with an apology. His face was beet red when as people stopped and stared, a few even taking pictures of the ten year old in an oversized diaper, standing before the manager. It hadn't helped that the sheer embarrassment made his bladder slip, the ten year old cub's diaper growing yellow as he stood in front of the manager, cheeks puffed out in indignation.

Selune kept him in the soggy diaper for the rest of the day, and Seifer towed the line and acted like a good cub for the next month, just in case she got any other ideas.

Unfortunately for him, he would discover that being good after that punishment only confirmed for his mother that it was the best punishment for an unruly cub without a father in his life.

And whenever he misbehaved, it only got worse.

When he got into a fight with an angry colt in his grade school a few months later, Selune brought out not the old oversized diaper pack she'd used before, but diapers with bright colorful cartoon characters on them, sized for a cub his age. "A week in diapers, you naughty kitten!" She would growl, and the threat was not an idle one. Seifer learned that when she sent him off to wait for the school bus in diapers, and when she called the school to make sure his teachers knew to check that he was wearing them in every class. To make matters worse, she wasn't even letting him use the toilet at home until he got back out of them. At first he thought that she'd get tired of changing his diapers when he messed them for the first time... but the first time Selune put him down for a change, she not only rose to the challenge but had a pacifier ready to make sure he sucked on so he didn't complain.

-~-

Seifer would learn that his mother was escalating things every time he acted out. Almost like a nation preparing for war, she was buying things and researching new techniques to use on him every time he misbehaved. For example...

-~-

"Fuck!" Seifer said in his bedroom, sitting around with his friends. "That feels really good to say!" With a wide chuckle, the fourteen year old jaguar looked around at his friends Keith and Shaemus. "I can't believe I'd never sworn before."

"Well, how many times do you sneak into an R-Rated movie?" Keith said, the lavender-furred husky just laughed. "I can't believe they thought we were adults with the trenchcoats on!"

Shaemus the donkey just brayed. "Geeze, did you think there'd be so many explosions and gunshots?"

Shooting his friend a deadpan glare, Keith followed up the maneuver with a roll of his eyes. "Well, what would you expect with a movie called Gunshot Explosion 6?" He broke into a laugh.

And the Jaguar sitting on his bed joined in. Seifer leaned back, paws behind him. "I just can't believe it. Mom didn't let me watch anything with swears in it for the longest time so I didn't know any, and then this movie has so many in it!" His tail danced behind him, writhing energetically like a snake, as he opened his muzzle. "Shit, fuck, cocksucking bitc-"

"SEIFER HYPERION!"

The voice of Selene Hyperion cut through the swear words like a knife through butter, as she threw open the door to Seifer's bedroom. "I did NOT raise you to use that kind of language!" Hand on her hip, Seifer's mother growled, her fangs bared and viridescent eyes narrowed into a fearsome scowl. Between them, Keith and Shaemus gazed up from their seats on the floor, looking on in horror.

A chill ran up Seifer's spine as the fourteen year old stared down his angry mother. "Wait, Mom, how did you-" His paws shot up in front of him, as he held them between her and the rest of his body, fingers outstretched.

"I was passing by putting away laundry and heard your whole conversation!" She stormed into the teenager's bedroom, paw shooting out with the speed of a striking viper to grip at his right ear. She growled, looking at the two other boys in the room. "You both stay right here or your mothers will hear what you did." And then, her fingers clamped down tight on that ear, she began to tug Seifer up off his bed and out of the bedroom.

"Mom! Hey, geeze! Ow! Stop!" Seifer hissed and squirmed, head lowered as he tried to stumble and follow where Selene was leading him. "You're hurting!"

"There's only one cure for a potty mouth!" Selene growled, throwing the door to the bathroom open and leading Seifer out towards the sink.

The fourteen year old jaguar's eyes went wide. "Wait, you're not going to-" The teenager let his sentence end unfinished as he watched his mother reach for a bar of bright pink soap next to the sink's faucet. "FUCK!" The word just slipped out of his muzzle.

And then he felt the bar of soap push between his lips. "What did I just SAY?!?" Selene hissed, her tail thrashing in obvious irritation, as she held the bar of soup between Seifer's teeth. The taste was bitter and sour at the same time, and the fourteen year old feline felt himself gagging, bubbles forming around his gums. His mother's paw reached up to twist the sink faucet on, as cool water began to stream out of it.

"Nfff! NOFFFFF!" Seifer growled as he tried to pull away from the faucet.

It only served to anger his mother further. "The consequences for dirtying your mouth with those words is a good scrubbing!" She growled, before pushing his head towards the faucet. Though Seifer tried to pull away, his muzzle would finally find its way under the stream of water, cool water spraying down past his lips and into his mouth. The bubbles in the soapy water only began to multiply, and Seifer gagged and tried to spit the offending bar out... only for his mother to hold it in. "Ten... nine... eight..." She would hold his muzzle there, while counting. "Seven... six... five..." Some of the soapy water went down his throat. Seifer sputtered, tears in his eyes. "Four... three... two... one..." And then, her arm moved away from his head, and Seifer found himself freed from the water. The bar of soap, with fang marks still dug into it, clattered to the bottom of the sink.

Seifer coughed and sputtered, the taste of soap inescapable. He scraped his tongue with his upper teeth and spat into the toilet nearby, trying to get that taste out. It turned into a coughing fit as he let the soapy water run out of his throat.

At the end of it, he gazed up at his mother, bubbles foaming around his lips. "There, happy?!?"

In response his mother merely sighed. "You act as if I'm enjoying punishing you over and over again, Seifer." Throwing her arms up in the air, Selene just rolled her eyes. "You're my wonderful kitten, and you can be sweet and nice when you try. But it feels like whenever I let you off a short leash, you just use it as an excuse to do whatever you want without any thought to the repercussions." She crouched down to kiss his forehead. "I'm your mother, and I love you. But you have to learn there's consequences to misbehavior, or else you're going to get into bigger trouble than this later on in life."

Saying nothing back to her, Seifer just pushed himself back up to his footpaws. "Well, I've learned THIS lesson, alright? Message received. I won't cuss around you again."

Selene's hips swayed as she snarled, her fangs bared.

"-ever again! Ever again! At least until I'm living on my own!" Seifer whined, his ears flat against his head.

"That's better." Selene's snarl melted away into a smirk.

And Seifer turned to start walking towards the hallway. "So if we're done here, I'm just going to go try and salvage my rep with my friends-"

His departure was halted by a finger hooking its way into a belt loop on his pants. "Not so fast, mister."

With a growl, Seifer turned back to glare at his mom. "What?!? We're done, right? I won't swear again!"

At this, Selene opened a bathroom cupboard to pull out some yarn-ball printed diapers. "I ALSO heard something about illegally sneaking into an R-Rated movie. That's going to be another week in diapers, kitten... and don't worry, I'll clip your pacifier to the new onsie I bought you. Your friends will think you look DARLING!"

The day went downhill from there.

-~-

And Seifer's punishments only grew worse from there as well. A day of cut classes led to his mother setting up a crib in the guest room and making him sleep in it for the next week of diaper punishment. When she caught him pulling out a bottle of cooking vodka from her kitchen cupboards to serve to his friends, she took away his wardrobe and replaced his cool clothes with baby outfits as well. But the worst was yet to come.

When Seifer's grades got bad enough at the end of his 11th Grade tenure to require him to go to summer school, his mother revoked his bathroom privileges for the whole summer.

Seifer spent three months in diapers and whatever outfit his mother would pick for him to wear each day, the toilet forbidden to him at home. At this point everyone in his school knew him as an overgrown kitten, but his reputation wasn't the only thing that was suffering. After three months of diaper training, he found he was having trouble holding his bladder or his bowels. His potty training began to degrade, and even once he entered his senior year and got all his privileges back, he found himself racing to the bathroom with more urgency after the experience.

And then there was the Flagpole Incident, which led to him going to Prom in a dress and diapers.

Still, Seifer saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He was almost ready for college, and with it a greater level of independence.

After all, if he wasn't living under his mother's roof anymore, could she really still enforce these punishments?

-~-

And that, curious reader, brought us back to the present day, to Seifer laying there, handcuffed in a giant crib, struggling to sit up while his tummy grumbled and his guts cramped. With a blue pacifier strapped into his muzzle like a gag, and a heavily soaked diaper covered in cutesy kitten prints such as yarn balls and toy mice.

"N-nnnnnggggggh..." He whimpered, unable to even rub his stomach with the handcuffs holding his arms in position. He was laying back, his tail pressed against his back. It wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep, but the oversized jaguar cub had gotten used to it.

And it made it easier for his tail to flag up.

"C-cawn't... hold... it..." The feline felt himself grunting, the back of his diaper swelling out around his bottom as he felt himself filling it. A mucky, mushy sensation swept along his backside. Seifer felt his paws balling into fists as his body pushed involuntarily, each moment of messing his own bottom coming with it at least a relief from his tummy troubles: At least there would be no more cramps in his stomach. And, as the stinky smell started to spread up to his nostrils, Seifer felt his face getting hot.

It didn't feel that bad at all, he had to admit.

Laying in a crib in a messy diaper, suckling on a pacifier, trapped and unable to escape his second infancy...

In those quiet, moments, alone in the dark, having just messed himself helplessly...

Seifer could let himself admit how good it felt to soak his shorts, to pack his pampers. He hated the loss of freedom, but the escalating punishments had come with them a sort of joy too. There was a sort of bliss in release, in just letting go... especially of those painful pressures in his tummy. In being a baby boy. The jaguar let out a horny, needy huff, a bulge forming along the front of his diaper. Shuddering, he wished he could rub at his tent with a paw. Unfortunately, his arms were bound. He couldn't touch himself even if he tried.

And in another moment, the mood was ruined as he heard his nursery door creak open.

Standing there, silhouette framed in the light of the hallway, Selene Hyperion had a hand on her hip, clicking her tongue with a playful tone of false disgust. "Smells like a cub left a present for Mommy in here." She strode into the nursery, footpaws pushing aside some of the infant's toys she'd bought for Seifer to amuse himself, and approached the crib. Seifer said nothing as he stared up at her, a warm smile on his mother's face while she unfastened the hatch holding a row of crib bars shut. A hand tugged his blankets down, as Selene groped at her college-age son's browned diaper butt. "Yup, there it is. My Seifer, a stinker even at age twenty-one." With a melancholic sigh, Selene Hyperion reached for the restraints to each handcuff, freeing her overgrown cub's paws. "Are you regretting crashing my car yet, kitten? You know you're supposed to ask for permission before you take it, anyway."

"Mmmph!" Seifer didn't even try to respond with the pacifier gag in his muzzle. He knew better than to remove it himself, but making the noise was meant to remind his mother why he wasn't being polite and answering her question.

She chuckled, moving up to undo the buckles holding the gag in place against his muzzle. "Tch. I wish you didn't make me go to such extremes, Seifer, but you know if you're well behaved I'll let you back into your big boy bed in a few days." The pacifier was tugged out of Seifer's muzzle. For a few moments he actually found himself missing something to suck on. "I swear, sometimes I think you're acting like this just to GET punished!" With a disdainful click of her tongue, Selene patted her son on his head. "But then every time it ends you're a perfect little angel for a while afterwards. So I know that's not true. You just need a firm paw." Selene Hyperion pet at her son's head for a few moments. It felt better than Seifer would ever admit. "Hopefully THIS time you'll be ready to act your age once we're done."

Letting Seifer sit up in his squishy, squashy diaper, Selene turned to a mini-fridge nearby the crib, opening it and acquiring a large baby bottle filled with chilled white milk. "Now remember you're still earning back your privileges to feed yourself, so just open wide, cub."

"Yeah, Ma'." Seifer said, not willing to show her any lip while he was still serving his time for wrecking the car. He opened his muzzle and felt the bottle slipping in between his lips. At least it was something to suck on again. With a faint rumble, almost a purr, he closed his eyes and began to drink his fill.

"Aww, are you purring?" Selene cooed and held the bottle with one paw, reaching down to tickle her son's tummy while he fed. "Mmm... Mommy almost wishes she could keep you this way, cub. You're very cute when you're trying to be good."

The praise made Seifer blush, as he ate his breakfast. He couldn't believe he'd been purring. Even in this his body betrayed him.

Feeding. He just had to keep focusing on feeding. Filling his tummy after all the pushies he'd made.

The milk was delicious though. It was creamy, rich, and just sweet enough. His mother mixed a powdered vitamin supplement into it to make sure he stayed healthy, and it gave the white fluid a slight hint of cocoa to it. It wasn't quite chocolate milk, but at least it tasted close. Before long Seifer found himself not thinking about anything other than the baby bottle, so focused on draining his proverbial cup that he didn't realize his mother had let go of the bottle and he was holding it himself. Not until the flow stopped and he found himself suckling dry air.

As he tugged the bottle out of his lips, Seifer saw his mother over by the changing table she'd installed in the Guest Room/Nursery. "On your footpaws, kitten. Mommy needs to get you dressed for another big day, but first I think a certain stinker needs to be cleaned up a bit!"

As Seifer stood up, with a wobble, the heavily packed diaper spreading his legs apart, and began to waddle distinctly towards his mother and the promise of a clean nappy, he wondered if it would ever end. Even getting to college hadn't gotten him out of diapers. Maybe he'd never graduate out of kitten pants.

Maybe this was just his life now.

And forever.

Maybe he was just a Momma's Boy.

THE END!