Phil and James: SQUISH!
#3 of Phil and James
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" blared the alarm clock, which read "7:00am". Phil turned it off and stood up, stretching his nude form and scratching his chest. He couldn't hear the pitter-patter of little paws, meaning that James was still fast asleep.
"Hehe, soggy pup." he muttered to himself, the idea of the kit in a wet diaper making him blush brightly. He grabbed an open pack of Pall Malls from his dresser and popped one into his maw. He lit it, taking a long, slow drag. He had a policy of not smoking in front of cubs. "Monkey see, monkey do" read the warning on the pack, urging about the dangers of the little ones picking up the filthy habit from authority figures. Seemed he was in good company, and by the end of the week, the leopard would be a VERY authoritative figure, indeed.
Phil reached into the top drawer and grabbed a pair of extra tight black boxerbriefs. He bent and pulled stepped into them, pulling them up and squinting as the harsh smoke invaded his eyes, making him tear a little. He walked over to the mirror and examined himself. He had fairly muscular arms and legs, chisled pecs, and a somewhat well defined 6-pack. His cotton boxerbriefs left very little to the imagination, outlining his sheath-bulge and rump very nicely. It would give the pup a good view without actually exposing him: just the way he liked it.
He crushed the butt into the ashtray and made his way into the kitchen, boiling the kettle for a cup of coffee and popping a couple bagels into the toaster. He sat down at the table and grabbed a newspaper, holding it in front of his face non-chalently and spreading his legs more than a semi-nude leopard ought to with a cub in the house.
Phil heard the squishing long before he heard the footsteps of the sleepy kit walking into the room, yawning and rubbing his eyes, a yellow, wet diaper covering his hips, groin, rump, and waist, causing him to waddle ever so slightly.
"Well hey, buddy" greeted Phil, lowering his paper to get a good look at James, who quite frankly looked like hell. The still half-asleep pup climbed onto the chair next to him with a "squish" and yawned.
"Morning" replied James about twice as tiredly as he looked. "What's for breakfast?". Phil smiled, stealing a few looks at that squishy rump "Bagel and coffee for me, bagel and juice for you." Almost on cue, the toaster popped and the kettle whistled. Phil set the newspaper down and walked over to the counter, flipping off the stove and grabbing two plates, a mug, and a plastic cup, setting them all down. "So how'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good." answered James through another yawn, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs. "And you?". Phil shrugged as he prepared breakfast "Can't complain." He didn't have to turn around to feel the kit's eyes looking him over, jealous of his grown, muscular form. Phil wagged his tail and wiggled his tight rump, half out of excitement, and half deliberately as he walked over to the table with the places, intentionally positioning himself so his sheath-bulge was directly in front of the boy's face, holding for a second and forcing long yawn and stretch to lengthen the encounter. "ahhh... I'll go get your juice." he sighed, walking over to the counter to grab the refreshments, leaving James somewhat wide-eyed. He had seen lots of sheaths, slits, penises in the locker room, but none were as big as Uncle Phil's.
"So... what do you wanna do today, buddy?" said James jovially as he set their drinks down on the table, joining him at the table and digging in, still keeping his legs spread and churring excitedly with each look the little kit stole. "Uhhh... how about swimming?" he querried, pointing out the window at the pond in the backyard.
James smiled, swallowing a piece of bagel and washing it down with a gulp of coffee. "I'll do you one better. We will go snorkelling. And if you do well, maybe I'll take you diving tomorrow." The kit wagged excitedly "REALLY?!". Phil laughed at the ecstatic little pup "Sure! I don't usually instruct cubs, but you're pretty smart for your age. Just don't tell your parents!" He smirked sweetly at the kit. He had already told Fred about the possibility of diving lessons, but being "Cool Uncle Phil" could generate a lot of favour. "Now hurry up and finish. We're gunna have to find gear that fits you."
The fox had already began shovelling his breakfast into his maw before Phil could finish that thought, standing up quickly "DONE!" Phil chuckled and stood up, setting the dishes in the sink. "Alrighty, you ready to go try on wetsuits?" James held his index finger in the leopard's face "One minute! I gotta go pee!"
A lightbulb went off in Phil's head as he reached to grab the pup "Not before I tickle you!" he shoted excitedly, running his fingers up and down Jame's soft sides, eliciting an immediate reaction of squirming and giggling. "No! * teehee * Stop! * giggle *" he tried to resist between loud gasps and laughs, but was no match for the very same muscle he had been admiring earlier. Phil fell onto his back and pulled the pup into a bear-hug, tickling him mercilessly.
"Whatcha gunna do about it?" the leopard asked teasily, knowing what was going to happen next.
"U-- Uncle Phil! No! I-I-I'm...". James ear-drooped and Phil smiled as he felt warm liquid start to dribble onto his abs, the kit's diaper unable to hold a full second wetting, quickly drenching both of their tummies. "Oh... buddy... I'm sorry..." he said, his plan unfolding perfectly.
James whined and stood up, his bellyfur matted and tinted yellow. "I... I told you..." he sniffled, crossing his arms embarrassedly. Phil stood up and pet James, who was on the verge of crying. "It's ok, buddy. We will go get cleaned up. Ok? No harm done." He smiled sweetly at fox and guided him into the bathroom.