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The Changing Table Turns - Part One

By: MrChristopher

Warning: This story contains Diapers, mild violence, M/M, Non-Consensual themes and 15% more kink than the old version. This story may not be for everyone. So either Fap, or click the back button. P.S. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment or sticky mess on your keyboard, I would love the feedback.

In the beginning the boy was proud, confident and arrogant. He was the top of the food chain. An Apex predator. At least, at Pawden Secondary he was. The lion was the most popular boy in the school. At eighteen he thought he had everything going for him. He was charming, strong and handsome. The girls all wanted him and males wanted to be him. Leander Pryde was high school royalty. King of his domain.

His tawny fur was smooth, sleek; with nary a blemish and his red-brown mane was one to be envied. It was thick, powerful; regal. It intimidated most furs and Leander was particularly proud of it. The mane might have overpowered his frame, if it weren't for the lion's athletic build. He was Captain of the school's swim team and had made it a habit of going to the gym every night. He wasn't as big as he would have liked to be but he loved his body. He thought it was beautiful and he wouldn't have it any other way. With strong jawline and deep green eyes, Leander was the type of boy who turned heads. To say the lion was handsome was an understatement. He was the envy of the school's pride and the package hidden in his athletic shorts, the envy of the entire male student body. His mane may have gotten him a job or two modelling but it was his cock that had earned him the title of stud and everyone knew it.

Especially Ben; the lion never let him forget it. Possibly the complete opposite of Leander, the small wolf stood at five foot five and weighed in at a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet but Ben wasn't unfortunate in appearance. In fact he was quite handsome in a boyish way. His grey fur was always coiffed and his face round like a cub. His blue eyes weren't remarkable but neither were they unpleasant. His most notable feature was a single pink streak that ran through his bangs. Being timid, he wasn't the most popular at the school but Leander made sure he was exiled from any and all social cliques.

"Leave Me Alone!" Ben cried out as Leander threw him up against the wall of the school's bathroom, "it's the last day of school, seriously, what have I ever done to you?"

The lion just laughed and his group of lackeys followed in the taunting. This was a every day event in the life of Ben Blackwood. To his right stood a black wolf; an alpha in training and known for taking anything he wanted, which included virginity. To his left; standing by the stalls grinning was Leander's girlfriend, the school slut even if no one would say it to her face and finally Leander, the Lion who now had him by his throat.

They were all privileged rich kids, and equally feared at Pawden Secondary but their reign would soon be over and the next group of tormentors would take their place.

"It isn't what you've done to me," the Lion smirked, "it what you've done to the school, bringing its' status down with your kind."

"Fuck You, Homophobe!"

"Fuck me?" Leander said incredulously slamming Ben's head off of the tiled wall, "Fuck you, you dirty little fag!"

"You must have some real issues you psycho," Ben spat at the lion, catching him on the cheek.

"Big Mistake..." Leander lets go of the wolf and threw a haymaker connecting with his jaw. The grey wolf yelped as he fell to the ground. He curled into a ball and covers his muzzle as the two larger furs started to kick him.

"You'll learn your place soon enough, Faggot," Leander yelled with an almost jovial tone to his voice as he caused the weaker boy more pain.

The female lion stood away from the group, enjoying the display, watching the abuse; knowing that no help was coming. The teachers were too afraid that Leander's uncle would pull him from the school and stop funding them. Nobody would touch him. He wouldn't find retribution here.

When they finished, Ben found he wasn't hurt too badly but he was bruised, bleeding and his ribs were sore.

"Let's go," the two lions and the larger black wolf turned at Leander's command and walked out of the bathroom, "I think he's learned his lesson for today,"

"You'll regret this someday," Ben told the lion as he wiped blood from the side of his mouth.

Leander chuckled and walked out of the bathroom leaving Ben alone. As the wolf picked himself off the ground and made his way toward a sink to tend to his bleeding face the school bell rang. Today would be the day.

* * *

Leander hurried out of the school as soon as his last class was finished. The lion had found it hard to concentrate on anything but his flight to Europe later that night. His uncle had paid for it as a graduation present and he would be gone for the better part of the summer. Sure it was purely recreational and he would miss the graduation ceremony with his friends but it was worth it. Besides, once he went to college he would probably never see any of them again.

Leander whistled a tune as he made his way through the student parking lot. His vehicle was on the far end but it didn't take him long before he was sitting in the driver's seat of his sport's car listening to the engine purr. He started to play with the radio in an attempt to find something that wasn't over sensationalized hip-hop or pop.

"God, I need to get that satellite radio thing, these local stations-

He felt a sharp jab in his neck.

"Fuck!" he grabbed at the spot only to find himself holding a syringe.

His eyes went wide as his body went limp. He slumped in his seat and managed to catch a glimpse of a hooded figure looming over him.

"Sleep tight..."

* * *

Leander groaned. His body felt heavy. Weak. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't seem to form a complete thought. The boy's face was wet with drool and there was something holding his mouth open. He opened his eyes but his vision was blurry and the room was pitch black. Why couldn't he see? He tried to get up but nearly dislocated his shoulders as something tugged against his wrists.

"Restraints?" the lion thought to himself still not fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

Whatever was holding the lion down didn't feel like shackles. They were more like fabric; strangely soft. He pulled again, as hard as he could, against the restraints but it was to no avail. He grunted in frustration. His heart-rate quickened. He kicked against the bonds on his feet only to feel something thick press between his thighs. It was wet and it rustled faintly.

"Am I wearing a...no it couldn't be," The lion felt a long forgotten feeling start to creep up his spine. Was it fear?

His thoughts started to clear and visions of the hooded figure flashed in his mind. What kind of fur does this to another. Maybe he was a pervert; or a murderer, maybe both? He had to get out of here but he felt so tired. He couldn't remember ever feeling so helpless. That's when he heard the soft creak of a door being opened, followed by footsteps.

He screamed for help but couldn't form any intelligible words around the circular gag in his mouth.

"Awake already?" the fur said in a familiar sing-song voice as he cupped his hand against the lions crotch, pressing the wet thick material against him, "and you're wet too?"

The lion squeezed his legs shut to in an attempt to keep the stranger from touching him.

"It's a good thing we put you into diapers, isn't it baby?"

Leander groaned when he heard the words. His frustration was building from not being able to speak to his captor but soon it dissipated when he felt a hand touch his forehead. Leander recoiled in a feeble attempt to get away. That's when the blindfold was pulled from his eyes. The initial flash of light blinded him for a second but when his vision cleared he was met by pale white bars and then the grinning face of Ben Blackwood.

"Well-well, I told you I would get you back for what you did to me,"

The lion growled deeply pulling at the restraints.

"Oh, you're such a cute baby when you're angry," he patted the front of the lion's diaper eliciting a muffled roar, "oh, don't be like that, no one will miss you,"

Leander froze and Ben grinned. He had his attention now.

"My dad's gone on business for three months," he started, "your uncle thinks you're on a flight to Europe, and school's out for the summer."

An uneasy fear grew on his face. The wolf had him trapped. Ben planned on keeping him in god knows where doing whatever sick shit he wanted to do for a month, but the lion thought there might still be a chance. But his hopes were dashed when Ben pulled out the lion's cellphone.

"Hey Asshole," Ben grinned as he played back a message from Courtney, Leander's girlfriend, "I can't believe you broke up with me over text, you insensitive prick. I hope you get European crabs, oh, and fuck you very much,"

Leander cried out in frustration when the Wolf turned of his phone and tossed it across the room.

"Calm down Leander...no, let's call you Leo," the wolf smiled, "Baby Leo,"

He stroked the lion's mane.

"No need to cry, we haven't even started your punishment yet," the wolf said in a blissful tone, "I promise you, after this, you'll be a cuddly submissive cubby and you'll think twice about ever fucking with anyone ever again."

The wolf turned away and made his way to a small dresser. He started to rummage through a drawer; so Leander took this chance to study his surroundings and possibly look for a way out. Firstly he would need to escape the crib he was strapped into. It was decorated pastel blue linens, with a playful puppy motif. For the first time he noticed the toys and plushies surrounding him. One was a stuffed bear, which was quite close to his face and was looking suggestively at him as if anticipating what was going to happen to the poor boy. The lion felt sick as he scanned his way across the room. The walls were painted with pictures of playful cubs on a sky blue background. There was one small window and only two doors, one with multiple locks and one led into what may have been a bathroom.

In the left corner of the room was an overstuffed toy box but the lion had a feeling it didn't hold only normal toys. Finally to his far right was the dresser, no, it was a change table that Ben was searching through. It was large and like the crib had many restraints.

Soon his gaze fell upon his own restraints. They were mitten, soft blue with white frills and on his feet were matching booties. They were the type items you would find on a newborn cub. There was no doubt that they were in an adult sized nursery.

"There it is," the wolf exclaimed.

Leander turned his head to face the wolf. Ben slipped something into his back pocket as he approached the crib and proceeded to slide down the side bars. The wolf then, to Leander's shock, started to undo his restraints. He undid his feet first and then moved to his hands. Once the lion was free he took his chance and hauled off with a left hook, hitting the wolf with all the force of a newborn kitten.

"Muscle relaxants genius," he chuckled and smacked the lion on the nose making him cringe, "they also make you extra sensitive to touch, so don't make daddy put you over his knee."

Ben gave him another hard smack; this time on this thigh just to prove the point. Leander yowled. He hadn't felt anything that stung so much in a long time.

The lion's heart sank when he realized how hopeless his situation truly was. Ben took glee in the look of worry on Leander's face as he helped him out of the crib. The lion tried to stand but his legs gave out underneath him. The muscle relaxants made it difficult to walk so the wolf forced him to crawl across the multicoloured puzzle mat that covered the floor. He lead him into the bathroom with no toilet and closed the door behind them. Ben made Leander sit on a circular rug in the middle of the room and began to fill the tub. He poured some sweet smelling liquids into the water and once it was full enough, he turned off the water.

Ben Paused.

"Something's wrong here," he turned and smiled at the defeated lion on his knees before him, "Lay on your back,"

Leander's ears flattened against his head.

"Do it, or Daddy will spank," the wolf put his hands on his hips.

The lion followed his order trying not to make eye contact.

Ben hummed a cheerful tune as he pulled a pair of hair clippers out of his back pocket and turned them on. The grating buzz made Leander sick to his stomach. He was sure he knew what was coming next.

The lion shook his head furiously.

"Don't be silly," he sat on the lion's chest locking his knees under Leander's armpits to limit his movement, "You can't have all that big boy fur, you're just a little baby,"

Ben reached around the lion's head but Leander swatted at his hands.

"Bad Leo!" The wolf yelled and smacked the lion on the muzzle causing him to yelp, "You will listen to your daddy,"

The lion covered his stinging muzzle. The pain was excruciating but he was soon distracted by the feeling of the O-shaped gag being removed from his mouth. The lion closed his sore jaw.

"Please, stop this," the lion begged, "I- I'm sorry..."

"Oh, you will be," he told the lion, "I have an entire summer with you before anyone notices you're gone and I'm going to make the best of it."

"Please, I'll do anything," Leander was disgusted by himself, begging had always been beneath him.

"Yes, you will do everything Daddy says," he tells him, "unless you want to be punished like a naughty cub. Now say: I'm a naughty little boy and I want you to shave off my mane, Daddy ."

"What? No!"

Leander eyes watered as the wolf smacked his muzzle again.

"I won't ask you twice," he glared at the lion.

Leander swallowed hard. The degradation was to much. He felt like crying.

"I-I'm a n-naughty little boy an-and I want you to take my m-mane Daddy,"

Ben shrugged, then grinned, "Close enough,"

He grabbed a handful of the lion's mane and ran the clippers through it; letting it fall away in large clumps. Leander started to tear up and the wolf cooed sweetly at him, telling him what a silly boy he was. It took a good twenty minutes before Ben finished shaving away the mane but when he was done he ran his fingers over the lion's scalp. Only short tawny fur remained.

"There's the hard part, now for the little details," Ben continued to remove any adult hair on the lion's body. Beneath his armpits, on his chest and finally he undid his wet diaper.

"No, please, leave something," his cheeks were wet with tears, "please..."

"Sorry buddy, but you're not a big boy any more," he rolled up the used diaper and threw it into a nearby diaper pale. The wolf rubbed his tummy and started with the reddish fur that covered his proud sheath. Leander couldn't help whining as he watched his pubic fur fall away but the worst was yet to come. As the wolf manipulated the Lion's balls, the head of his penis started to poke out from his denuded sheath. Leander blushed furiously when Ben took notice.

"Oh no, that won't do," he spoke in a scornful voice. The wolf was impressed by the shear girth of the head alone. He had heard stories but never expected the behemoth in front of him. He would bet the lion was at least eight to twelve inches. "Little babies don't get big stiffies like that...

Leander whined.

"What a whiny little boy," he teased before forcing the o-ring gag back into the lion's muzzle, "Maybe that will help."

He then pulled the lion to his feet and stood him in front of a full length mirror positioned across from the bathroom sink. Besides his large sheath and the gag, Leander looked like a pathetic oversized cub who had just finished a tantrum. His tear stained cheeks and drool running down his chin didn't help either.

Once Ben felt he had seen enough, he began to undress himself. His body was soft, and lithe. His chest, stomach and thighs were a soft white and a pair of y-front underpants clung to his hips. There was a cartoon character on it's crotch that framed his slowly swelling sheath. When Ben slid the final piece of clothing off his body, Leander noticed the wolf was also devoid of any adult fur. What kind of freak was he dealing with?

The wolf stood with his hands on his hips, grinning at Leander as his pink cock slipped it's way out of his sheath. Leander whimpered. It wasn't too big but he was worried what Ben would do with it.

"Time for your bath stinky," Ben helped the lion into the warm water before getting in himself. The tub itself was large enough to fit four fully grown furs and it would have been nice too, if it weren't for his current situation. The wolf knelt behind Leander and grabbed a hold of his tail yanking it; making him squeak.

"Are you going to be a good boy and let Daddy wash you?"

Leander nodded and the wolf released his tail, "Silly baby, remember this will only be as hard as you make it,"

Ben scooted closer to Leander until the lion could feel the wolf's hard six inch member pressing on the small of his back. He then grabbed a bottle from the ledge of the tub and poured it's contents on the lion's head. The wolf made sure to rub in the liquid thoroughly. Working it into his head first, then making his way down his body. Ben smiled and cooed at the lion and when he finally reached the his privates he chuckled.

"Somebody's excited..." the wolf squeezed the lion's hardening shaft, "I thought you were as straight as they come?

Leander tried to push away the wolf's advances but the muscle relaxants were in full effect. He felt ashamed at how good the wolf's hand felt against his growing member. He even started to purr.

"Not quite the big man you thought you were, huh?" he released the lion, his ten inches of red cock standing tall, yearning for more attention, whether he wanted it or not, "but naughty babies don't get to make stickies, they get punished."

The wolf stood up, water dripping off his wet fur as he took a seat on the edge of the tub. He grabbed the lion's scruff and pulled him around until his face was an inch away from the wolf's throbbing meat. The lion tried to pull away but the Ben held him in place.

"So baby," the wolf smiled a sheepish grin, "since you've been such a bad boy, I think it's time for your punishment,"

The wolf rubbed his pink head against the lion's nose.

"Now, you're going to be a good cubby and suck on your daddy's cock,"

Leander shook his head fervently as he tried to say no repeatedly through the gag. This received the lion smack on the bottom.

"You're going to do it and I know you're going to like it," he looked into the fearful lion's eyes and wondered if this was what the lion saw when he was dominating weaker furs, "Not like you have much of a choice,"

Ben started by sticking his thumb into the lion's spread muzzle to illustrate he was powerless to stop him. He ran his finger up and down his tongue before he removed it and placed his cock just in front of the lion's mouth. He grabbed hold of the lion's ears and then pushed his cock past the ring causing the lion to whimper as he took the wolf's length.

"Isn't this nice?" he asked the lion rhetorically, "You're making your daddy feel so good...but this is a punishment,"

With that Ben thrust all the way in causing the lion to gag.

"Use your tongue!" Leander began to cry as he lapped at the violating member making the wolf moan. The humiliation was only intensified when the lion's own ten inch member remained fully hard. The wolf soon began to thrust faster and deeper into the ravaged muzzle until Leander was crying from the face fucking he was receiving but surprisingly the lion continued to lap at the length obediently.

Ben moaned loudly as the lion swallowed his cock instinctively to keep from gagging again. The wolf growled as he fucked the lion's face harder, smacking Leander's nose into his crotch fur but the lion feared the worse as the wolf's knot started to show. Ben began to pant hard and when he let out a high pitched whine the lion expected to receive a mouthful of cum but nothing came out. He just twitched moaned and humped a few more times before pulling out.

"Oh wow," Ben exclaims; the lion was quite confused by this point, "You were really good and it looks like you enjoyed it too,"

He grabbed hold of the Lion's throbbing member and squeezed it, "I think you're even bigger than my dad."

Ben reached around the Lion's head and released the gag again; letting it fall into the tub. Leander stretched his jaw and wiped the tears from his eyes.

The wolf stood up and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and dried himself before turning his attentions to the still crying lion. Leander didn't hear what was being said. He was still trying to process what had just happened when suddenly the wolf pulled him out of the tub and sat him back on the rug. He wrapped him in a towel and started to dry his fur.

Without his mane, it didn't take long for the wolf to finish and by then the lion noticed some of his strength returning. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough so when Ben pulled him towards the door, he could stumble out of the bathroom and towards the changing table.

"Let's get you into a fresh diaper before we end up with puddles on the floor," Ben teased; his cock was still standing at attention, "but first..."

Ben fished a package of large pills from the changing table's drawer.

"You're going to love this part,"

The wolf pushed the lion over the cushioned tabletop and grabbed the his tail; lifting it out of the way. He lapped softly at the virgin's pucker before pulling away. He replaced his tongue with a pill and pushed it in slowly.

Leander squirmed at the intrusion and tried to get away but the wolf held him in place. Ben didn't stop pushing until his entire finger had disappeared into the small pucker. He pumped his finger in and out of the lion's tight hole, making Leander moan. The wolf savoured the mix of pleasure and confusion on Leander's face as he add another finger.

"P-please stop..." not even Leander was fully convinced of his plea. His aching cock wanted release but his mind told him how wrong it was.

"If you say so,"

The lion gasped as the fingers were pulled free but his relief was short lived as he felt the tip of the wolf's hard member press against his tiny hole.

"Let's push that in a little deeper, shall we?"

"N-no please, I'm sorry, Don't do this!"

Leander whimpered and gritted his teeth as Ben began to push in but before he could get his head deep enough, the nursery door flew open with a bang."I knew it!" a large black wolf in a business suit stepped through the doorway and grabbed Ben by the wrist, pulling him away, which caused the lion to fall off the table, "I knew if I told you I was going away on business, you would try something."

"N-no, I'm sorry Daddy!" Ben squealed but before he could finish the large wolf pulled his son away from the lion by the wrist with great ease. The lion was stunned but what happened next was the last thing he expected to happen.

Ben's father began to spank the teenage wolf. Leander was baffled as he watched what was, moments ago, a very dominant wolf turn into a crying submissive cub in his father's presence.

"Please don't Daddy!" Ben's voice hit octaves only a crying cub could while he tried to cover his butt with his free hand, this only received him harder spanks.

"You think you're a big boy Benjamin; that can do whatever he wants?" the Larger wolf was furious as he let go Ben who then shuffled towards the wall, "you know you can't have friends over, when I'm not here, especially in your bedroom,"

"No daddy, Imma good boy," he cried and pointed to lion in the corner, "He's Leander the meanie boy,"

The wolf turned his dark amber gaze onto the lion who was laying nude and erect in the corner of the room. Any thought of being rescued vanished as the towering wolf approached him.

"You're the one who has been hurting my Boy?" he snarled.

Leander was speechless. He couldn't think of anything to say in his defence. Ben was sniffling, rubbing his bottom with one hand and wiping the tears from his eyes with the other. His hard cock had deflated and he looked like a child who had been caught taking cookies.

The lion cowered in the corner not daring to make eye contact.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?" he towered over the lion.

Leander opened his mouth, but it wasn't to speak, it was in shock. He was pissing himself. The urine spilled onto his stomach and made a puddle underneath him.

"I guess we'll have to teach this baby a lesson."