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Chapter 1

As his mom finished her volley of firm, painful swats to his rear, Tenga tried his hardest to fight back tears while thinking back to just how he got into this situation.

Looking back, it was the day of that trip to the beach when he was eight. Tenga remembered that day clearly. The day the rabbit started this long decline to his longstanding predicament. Looking back, he knew deep down that he should have just taken his mom's advice, but nooooooo, he just had to insist that he was a big boy and wouldn't have any issues on the three hour car trip.

It was one of those things that Tenga and his mom had just gotten used to over the years. Some kids had to wear glasses, some had a noticeable lisp. Tenga had uncommonly poor control over his bladder, and found himself in training pants most nights. By the time he was eight, these accidents starts to become fewer and further between, giving his mom hope that those issues were finally at an end. Maybe that was why she let the bunny's pleas wear her down, and finally treat him like a big bunny.

The beach was a long drive away, and Tenga's mom made sure he was only to drink water on the drive down to minimize the risk of any mishaps. Tenga was just excited to be able to make the trip sitting in the front seat in his little red swim shorts, with a cooler filled with juice and snacks in the backseat. He still was small enough to have to be strapped into a booster seat in the front seat, but the threat of being pulled over for not being in it was enough to quell any arguments about it. Of course, his exuberance only lasted for about an hour before he settled into his seat, his excited chattering reduced to the clicking of stiff buttons on a handheld game. His mom didn't mind, of course - it was a nice reprieve from an endless cascade of talk about the video game of the week pouring from her little bun's mouth.

As they drove along, Tenga's mom gave a relieved sigh as she was able to drive along in silence. Once the beach was only a few miles away, she decided to look over and check in on her little bun, only to recoil in surprise. There Tenga was, passed out in his little booster seat with his paw down the front of his shorts, which were soaked in his urine. His head hung to the side as he fidgeted in his sleep oblivious to his situation. Well not for long.

"Tenga!" he mom shouted, jarring him awake.

The small rabbit's ears perked as he snapped back up, looking down and immediately whimpering as he saw his shorts. His paw quickly jerked out of his pants, though the bulge in the front remained as he held his ears down.

"I-I'm sorry mom!" he pleaded desperately, "Please, it was just an accident, it won't happen again!"

"Nope, no more," she huffed as she started looking for a freeway exit with a shopping center, "This keeps happening, and I'm tired of having to deal with it every single time and having to pay the price every time you can't control yourself."

As she pulled off the freeway, she continued to lecture Tenga about his lack of control, and how she wasn't going to take any more excuses from him. She pulled into a parking lot in front of a drug store and handed the kit one of the spare towels she brought along before unbuckling him from the large, harnessed seat.

"Here. Clean the seat off before it soaks in too much and wait for me. If we weren't almost there I'd have half a mind to turn the car right around," Tenga's mom scolded as the bunny shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "So we're still going, but don't think you're going to be getting off easy."

Tenga fought back tears as his mom sauntered off into the store, setting to work on drying himself first as well as he could, then toweling off his oversized seat. Luckily the worst of it was concentrated in just a few spots, but the cloth seats meant that it was soaking in quickly. The entire time, he grumbled to himself about how unfair it was that he had to be punished for something he couldn't help. He wanted so bad to be a big boy who didn't have to worry about stuff like that, but every time he started to get close, something like this happened. He sighed and looked down at his pants - still damp, but at least now the weird bulge in his sheath had gone away.

When his mom came back with a plastic bag in paw, Tenga's heart sank as he immediately recognized the shape in the bag. The all-too-familiar rounded rectangle in there could only be a package of diapers, but this time there looked to be two bags. As his mom approached, he was able to make out wave patterns and a picture of an otter through the shopping bag. Wait, no, that would mean... she wouldn't!

"Off with those shorts," his mom instructed as she set the bag on the top of the car, taking out a package of blue swim diapers, "You're not going on the beach in those things now, and since you obviously can't be trusted, you'll be wearing these instead."

Tenga whimpered and looked around. The parking lot was hardly crowded, but there were definitely folks coming and going, and standing between the open car door and his mother hardly afforded the bunny very much privacy.

"But... but can't I at least go inside?" Tenga begged, "Everyone can see out here!"

"I'm going to count to three, and you'd better have those off!" she ordered, holding up three fingers and immediately folding one down, "One..."

Before she could get to the dreaded "three", Tenga's shorts were down to his ankles. The little bunny held tugged down the front of his shirt bashfully, covering his sheath bashfully as his mom unfolded a blue swim diaper. It had waves printed on it, with a little cartoon otter on a surfboard chasing after a fish on the front. His mom knelt down and held the diaper open for Tenga to step into. Mewing meekly, the bunny raised his feet and stepped into the leg holes one by one so his mom could pull them up to his waist.

He looked over his shoulder to see if anybody around was watching, and sure enough a few passersby had definitely slowed down and started to stare at the bunny getting changed into a diaper in the middle of a parking lot. One young fox who couldn't have been more than four had to be ushered on quickly into the store as he pointed at Tenga and mouthed something at his dad. They may have been out of the bunny's earshot, but he was sure they were all snickering to themselves. After giving the sides a tug to make sure they rested secure on his hips, she spread a towel down on the car seat for Tenga to sit down.

The rest of the car ride went without a word. Tenga occasionally shuffled his feet and tried to reposition himself in his seat as the thin padding hugged around his hips. Occasionally he would press a paw against the front of the swim diaper, blushing as the softness enveloped his little cub sheath, but his mom would quickly swat his paw away every time. Before long they pulled up to the beach, and Tenga shyly slipped out of the car to help carry stuff out.

Once they set out a couple of folding chairs and an umbrella for his mom to relax and read for a bit, Tenga's shirt was the next to be confiscated. The bunny folded his ears down, eyes darting around and highly aware of every single person on the beach looking at the eight year old boy in a pullup diaper. His little nose twitched as he looked out at the waves.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" his mom addressed him as she donned a large pair of sunglasses, "Go play for a bit. I'll be right over here keeping an eye on you."

He was waiting for her to start laughing and reveal that this was all some sort of elaborate joke, Tenga thought to himself. He thumped his foot indignantly as he crossed his arms across his chest, but a stern look up from her book was all the argument his mom needed to get him trudging off toward the water. Looking around, he saw a few other cubs frolicking around the beach in bright colored speedos, giving him a small modicum of relief - maybe from a distance it would just look like one of those? As he plopped his bottom down near the edge of the water with a muffled crinkle, he set to work on digging, hoping that building a sand castle would help take his mind off things.

As he worked on forming the wet sand into vague building and wall shapes, two otters approached him with wide grins on their face. The two young boys were probably just a year or two younger than Tenga, both wearing tight fitting swimsuits around their hips, with swim goggles hanging from their waist. They smiled and chittered as they walked up to the bunny, who tried to hide himself behind the sand wall he was building.

"Hey, are you building a sand castle?' the first one asked, "Can we help?"

Tenga perked his ears, his heart fluttering a bit as he sat up, crossing his legs in front of himself as he nodded vigorously.

"Sure! I'm Tenga!" he exclaimed as he scooted back a bit to bring himself into full view. As he did, and the blue diaper was made visible, both otters dropped their expressions and gave each other a quick awkward look.

"Actually... um..." the second otter stammered, "We've actually gotta go... um... find some clams."

The two otters strutted off, snickering to themselves as Tenga's ears drooped even lower. He stood up and huffed as he waded into the shallows, where at least his diaper would be hidden. Sure enough, he was able to splash around with some other cubs for a while without attracting too much attention to his humiliation. When the sun started to hang lower in the sky, he looked over to see his mom waving to him, beckoning him over. He swallowed hard and hustled out of the water, making sure not to look back to see the other cubs staring at his padded rear.

"Alright hun, it's time we headed back," she cooed, passing the little bunny a towel to dry off. He toweled himself down and followed her back to the car, where she presented Tenga with another pull-up diaper, this one with designs on the front clearly meant to look like the hems on the front of a pair of regular briefs (minus, of course, the part where they actually WERE regular briefs).

"But-"

"Don't even start," his mom interrupted, "We're not having another repeat of the way down here, and that swim diaper won't actually hold anything in if you have another accident. You're wearing this on the way home, and we're going to have you back in these until I'm sure there's not going to be any more accidents."

Chapter 2

"Well, if you can't learn to control these behaviors, then I'm just going to have to take a few extra steps to make sure it doesn't happen."

Tenga pulled up his nighttime training pants, wincing as they hugged onto his freshly-paddled bottom. As his mom gave him one last scolding before storming out, he sat back down on his bed and grumbled to himself about never being allowed to do anything.

He'd been back in training pants on a long-term basis for several years now, and his nighttime accidents were frequent enough to ensure that he wasn't going to be without them anytime soon. While it eliminated the constant bedsheet washing as a source of contention between him and his mom, he was hardly thrilled about having to wear the pull-up diapers under his clothes all day, even to school. Of course, when he came home with wet training pants every day, his arguments for switching back to big-cub underpants faded like so many wetness indicators.

The eleven year old bunny's nightly routine was fairly typical. A quick bath (still with maternal supervision, of course), a dental-expert-reccommended two minutes brushing his teeth, and into a clean nighttime pull-up for bed. When he was good, he was allowed to stay up for a little while before bed watching TV, but by the time the late-night talk-show hosts started popping up to make sardonic comments about the state of politics, Tenga would trudge his way up to bed.

In recent weeks, however, Tenga's nightly routine had a new addition once he felt sure his mom wasn't about to come in and check on him. In his darkened room, he would sit up and press his paw against the front of his training diaper, rubbing the soft padding inside against his little bunny sheath. He lied his head back and tried to quiet his breathing as best as he could as he pushed his hips up against the softly crinkling underwear. Recently, his efforts had been rewarded with his pink bunnyhood starting to grow out of its sheath, the sensitive flesh rubbing right against the inside of his diaper.

Tenga felt a charge every time he started to rub the outside of his diaper this way, sometimes turning over and humping into the front of the padding against his bed. This became his norm, humping at his bed through his diaper until he heard his mom stir. He would then turn back over in his bed, pull the covers back up, and hope that the tent in the front would go away in time if his mom came to check on him. Lately, though, he started to push himself longer and longer, feeling his whole body tingle every time as he toyed with himself, until one night he took a chance and kept humping at the mattress even as his sharp ears picked up his mom moving around. His rewards paid off as he felt his whole body tense up, then relax all at once. He felt as though he had to pee really hard, and as it released, he immediately worried that he'd managed to have an accident before he'd even gone to bed.

"Tenga!" his mom exclaimed from the boy's doorway as she flicked his lightswitch on.

The bunny felt his cheeks flush as he'd been caught in his secret nighttime fun, his bunnyhood receding back into its sheath like it had been spooked by some sort of predator. He turned over in his bed, sitting back up.

"I-I was just..." he stammered as his eyes darted down to the front of his diaper to see that despite feeling like he'd just wet the front, the little wetness indicators on the front were still there, "I didn't do anything!"

His mom angrily stomped into his room and hoisted the bunny up to his feet. She sat down on his bed and pulled out the front of his pull-up, hrumph-ing as she checked the inside.

"Not doing anything?" she echoed mockingly, "You know just what you were doing. You're much too young to be playing with yourself like that."

Tenga whimpered a bit as his diaper was checked. While he didn't know how fortunate he was that there was no sticky mess on the inside, the whole idea that there was some sort of age limit on what he was doing seemed entirely foreign to the young bunny. He hardly even knew what he was doing, just that it felt weirdly good on his sensitive little cock when he rubbed at the front of his diaper like that, and now he was being told that he was being bad for it. It just didn't feel right, but he wasn't about to argue with his mom over it.

When Tenga's mom stood up and started walking toward his dresser, his heart sank even lower as he realized what was coming. His mom took out a small wooden paddle from the top and sat back down on his bed, taking the boy by the scruff and bending him over her knees. His mom yanked down the back of his pull-ups and brought the paddle down swiftly on his bare bottom. As it connected with a loud crack, Tenga whimpered and winced, clenching his little fists as he tried to keep himself from crying. The bunny received ten firm swats on his rear before he was allowed to stand and pull his training pants back up.

The swift punishment did little to deter the young bunny from playing with his newfound toy. This process repeated itself several times a week for a few weeks: Tenga would rub at the front of his training pants to the point where his whole body tensed up and he felt like he had to pee, and on the days that he got caught he would receive a spanking and lecture on how he was "too young" for that. Each spanking hurt worse than the last, but he couldn't help himself with how good it felt.

Eventually the bunny learned that if he stuck his paw down the front of his diaper and rubbed at his little penis directly, it felt even better! He would sit up in his bed with his legs splayed out before him and rub at himself under his nighttime undies, letting the soft padding rub up against the tip as he played with himself. He would lose all sense of everything else around him, until his mom barged back into his room and interrupted things, swatting at Tenga's bare bum repeatedly until you could see it turn red through his grey fur.

"Well, if you can't learn to control these behaviors, then I'm just going to have to take a few extra steps to make sure it doesn't happen."

The words hung in Tenga's room as she left, the bunny feeling a sense of dread welling up inside him at her foreboding threat. He pulled his training pants back up around his hips and settled back into bed, the front of the diaper already starting to tent out again. He satisfied himself one last time, taking care to be extra quiet and slow, then sunk in to sleep. Whatever his mom had planned, it couldn't be that bad, right?

The next morning passed uneventfully. Tenga was changed out of his soaked pull-up and into a new one, given breakfast, and sent off to school without incident. By lunch, the bunny had convinced himself that his mom's threats had been just empty words, and she'd have forgotten all about it by the evening. Tenga arrived home to an empty house, with a note on the fridge saying his mom wouldn't be home until later in the evening, so the bunny undressed down to his training pants, popped open a soda, and set to having a nice relaxing afternoon of cartoons and video games. He hardly noticed the warm wet spot growing in the front of his training pants as he played until his diaper was soaked, the wet padding swelling against his sheath in a warm wet hug.

Just as Tenga started to press the wet diaper against his bits, the front door opened up with his mom carrying several plastic bags. She set them on the counter and looked down at Tenga, who'd quickly gone back to playing his games as though nothing was wrong. His mom set the bags aside and started on dinner, making a roasted carrot dish. They ate in a tense silence before Tenga was sent up to his room to do his homework before bed.

When it came time for his nighttime change, Tenga sat on his bed expectantly, fidgeting with the stretchy side of his training pants. The bunny gulped hard when his mom entered his room, carrying a large bag with her. She set it down and took out a package of diaper wipes as she looked over to Tenga, who quickly dropped his wet diaper and lied on his back on his bed. His mom gave him a quick wipedown over his sheath, groin, and bottom, then laid him back down. Rather than immediately reach for a clean diaper, though, his mom took out a small leather bag, probably the side of Tenga's paw, and unzipped it in front of him.

"I've given you enough warnings, and you still insist on touching yourself," his mom announced as she produced a small metal tube and ring from the pouch, "Since you can't behave yourself on your own, it's time to take some more secure measures."

Tenga squirmed nervously as his mom sat on the bed next to him and set to work. The cold metal tube slid over his sheath, covering it completely with only a little bit of room left. She then took the ring attached to a hinge on the base and wrapped it around the base of the young bunny's balls, clipping it into place. After covering the clip with a little metal hinge, she secured the small cage in place with a little gold padlock.

Tenga's eyes widened as the lock clicked into place, his paw immediately reaching down to tug at the metal cage blocking his sheath. When he realized it would only budge the tiniest amount, his ears drooped as he looked up at his mom pleadingly.

"Don't even give me that look," she huffed as she set a bag of diapers down on the bed and opened the package, "If you're going to act like a kit who's favorite toy just got taken away, then you can have it back when you show you're responsible enough."

His mom took out a diaper from the package. Rather than his usual nighttime pull-up, this one was much thicker, with tapes on the sides. The designs on the side didn't even bother to have the same patterns that would be found on his training-pants - the ones meant to look like big-boy underwear to help with his confidence - but rather blue spiral designs with little carrot-shaped wetness indicators.

"B-but mooooom!" he pleaded, "Why do I hafta wear those kinds? I've only been wetting the trainers a little bit!"

"Because 'training pants' are for cubs who are training, and actually showing improvement," his mom reasoned, "Not for little boys who keep getting into trouble. If you're such a big cub, then making it to morning with all those carrots still showing should be easy."

Without allowing for a word of argument, his mom unfolded the diaper and lifted up Tenga's hips. She slid the diaper under his bottom and set him down on the thick, poofy padding, then pulled the front between his legs, up and over his bits. She popped open the tapes on each side of the diaper and pulled them in, taping the bunny up tightly and securely on each side so there would be no way any wandering paws could get under.

Tenga's mom prodded at the front of the thick diaper, pressing at his caged sheath through the padding. The bunny whimpered and pawed at the front as she stormed out, mewing weakly. He felt his sheath inside its cage try to swell up in response to his attentions, but quickly felt his limits reached as he filled the tight-fitting cage. He wriggled his hips in his bed as his little cocklet tried to grow out, only to be stopped by the metal cage. The little bunny squirmed in frustration as he tried to rub at himself, grinding his hips forward only to be rewarded with a loud crinkle instead of a stiff cock.

Tenga spent an hour trying to hump at his diaper, but only managed to frustrate himself even further. Resigning himself to not being able to get hard until his mom decided to take off that cage, he huffed and pulled his bedsheets back over himself and struggled to get some rest. After some tossing and turning, the bunny was able to drift off into a shallow, restless sleep.

For the first time in months, Tenga managed to wake up in the middle of the night with a full bladder, quickly sitting up and turning on his bedside light. His diaper was actually dry! His heart jumped as he pawed at the front of it, only to find that the tapes were on tightly and securely. He swallowed hard as he quickly realized he wouldn't be able to just tug these ones down like his usual pull-ups to use the toilet, but there was no way he would be able to make it until morning otherwise. He whimpered and tugged on one of the tapes, trying to take care, but when it popped off, it managed to take a good chunk of the plastic front along with it.

Tenga yelped a bit and started to panic. If he couldn't show his mom an intact dry diaper in the morning, there was no way she'd go back on her threats to keep him diapered like this. He whimpered and bit down on his lower lip with his large front teeth and quivered. His mom had taken the diapers with her when she finished changing him, and there was no way he'd be able to sneak a new one. Maybe if he could find some tape to hold it on... or if he played innocent and pretended it came off in the middle of the night...

His scheming was interrupted as he noticed that the front of his diaper was starting to feel a lot warmer. By the time he looked down, the little grey carrots were starting to fade away as the diaper began to swell out in front. He started to panic and re-tape the side, but there was no way it was going back on. His only hope was to hold the front of the diaper to his crotch as he wet it, letting his nighttime accident soak in. His ears folder back as his head hit his pillow again. His mom was right - there was just no progress.

Come morning, Tenga's worst fears came true. Not only did the side of his diaper stay undone, but he apparently hadn't finished wetting it that night. Sitting in his soaked bedsheets, all the bunny could do was wait for him mom to come in and check on him. As he could only expect, he found himself stripped back down and bent back over his mom's knee for another paddling. Tenga was ordered into a quick shower, given the task of putting his sheets in the laundry, then changed into a new diaper for school.

To make things worse for Tenga, unlike his training pants, which kept a low profile under his pants, these new diapers left a noticeable bulge in his shorts that he was sure wouldn't escape the notice of the other kids. When the bunny came home with a diaper almost full to bursting, all he wanted to do was rub at the front of the wet diaper, but the metal cage on his sheath made sure that by the time his mom came home to change him, all he'd be able to do was get himself worked up.

Chapter 3

Tenga's punishment continued long after that night. Even when he was thirteen, and that metal cage around his sheath started to get uncomfortably tight even without him trying to rub at himself, his attempts to broach the subject of its removal were tersely dismissed. To add insult, the lock was occasionally changed out whenever it started getting rusted, but every time it was unlocked his mom made sure that the cage stayed securely attached as it was replaced. As he started to get cleaned under the cage with a water jet attachment, Tenga started to worry that his little sheath would never again see the light of day.

Of course, his bedwetting never improved either. Every morning he would wake up in a wet diaper and have to shower and change before school. He was allowed to wear his training pants to school still, but this became more out of necessity so he could pack an extra one in his backpack so he could occasionally sneak a change in the school bathroom at lunch. As embarrassing as it was to be a teenager having to wear those to school, he knew that wet pants would be even worse.

Mornings were especially bad for Tenga lately. As a growing teen, this would be the time where his self-experimenting would start producing results, but the metal cage around his sheath kept everything locked up. Of course, every morning Tenga would wake up in his soaked nighttime diaper, and his little pink cock straining at the chastity cage around it. The little bunny would whimper and moan, rubbing at the front of his padding, but all to no avail.

After so many mornings of his morning wood locked away under a tight-fitting steel tube, Tenga started to get desperate. He woke up an hour before his alarm clock with his sheath straining at his tight cage, and a diaper almost full to bursting. The bunny sat up and whined, squeezing the front of the wet diaper around his bits and moaning as he felt the wet padding press against his balls. As Tenga tried to work his paw under the waistband of the diaper, he huffed and sunk back in under his sheets.

"Erph... I'm old enough now..." Tenga whined to himself as he rolled over onto his tummy.

The bunny started to hump against his bed like he used to as a cub, grinding desperately against the wet front. It was starting to feel a bit good, but as he kept pounding away it just kept fading, never going anywhere as he was only able to leak out a bit of pre out of the slit in the top of his cage and into the front of his diaper. He felt his eyes start to well up, whimpering and moaning as he tried to work himself to a climax, but nothing ever came besides his mom, woken up by the sounds of a squeaky mattress.

"Well now, I see you're still trying to be a naughty little kit?"

"Moooom, I'm thirteen!" Tenga begged, turning back over and pawing between his legs, "I hate having to have this stupid thing on my... on my... why can't I get it off?"

His mom just sighed and shook her head, rubbing at her eyes as she trudged into his room and untaped the front of his diaper for him.

"Tenga... you keep asking, but you keep showing yourself too irresponsible," she lectured, "You keep waking up wet, you keep having to use the training pants I send you to school with, and I still keep catching you trying to play with yourself. You're clearly still too much of a cub, so you're going to keep being treated as such."

Tenga's mom pulled the wet diaper out from under her son and gave him a quick once-over with a wet wipe. The bunny shuddered at the cold wipe over his balls and between his legs, still straining at the chastity cage. She balled up the diaper and placed it in the trash before leaving Tenga to go about the rest of his morning routine. Tenga sighed and looked down between his legs. He could just barely see his pink cocktip trying to poke out through the little slit in the cage, with a thin little bead of pre already starting to form again. With a huff, the bunny sat back down on his bed and mewed weakly as he tried to tug on the cage, hoping that he could at least get something close to rubbing himself. Once he heard his mom approaching again, though, he quickly stood back up and quickly made his bed, tail twitching as he leaned forward to tuck in the sheets.

The bunny hopped into the shower and cleaned himself off, shampooing extra between his legs this time and over his balls. They had grown some since the cage was originally locked on, but not by as much as his eighth-grade health class had led him to expect. As the cub used the shower attachment to squirt into the cage and clean as best he could he sighed as he gave it a tug in the hopes that it might have loosened up. Of course, it hadn't. It never did, and it never would at this rate. All the bunny wanted was to be able to have a little extra private time, in the hopes that he could eventually work himself enough for some release in spite of the cage, but every time he got close he got interrupted.

After climbing out of the shower and drying himself off, Tenga went back into his room and slid open his underwear drawer. There hadn't been any "proper" underwear in there in quite some time, with it all being replaced by his usual pull-ups on one side of the drawer, and his thick nighttime diapers on the other. He picked out a pair and sighed, stepping into his legholes and pulling the training pants up to his waist. The green elastic sides clung to his hips, while the white front had some faint grey stars. The bunny took a resigned look at them, knowing that it was the last time he'd see them before he had to change for lunch.

He barely even made it until recess before Tenga felt his diaper grow warm and wet in the front. The bunny gulped as he tried to surreptitiously look into his backpack - only one spare diaper.

"Great," he thought to himself as he zipped his backpack back up, realizing he would be stuck in that wet diaper for another hour and a half before lunch, "Gonna need to start bringing two..."

On the playground, Tenga mostly kept to himself anyways, so as he paced around near the back fence, nobody paid him much mind as his gait seemed a bit wider than usual. In his next class, he could barely even focus on anything besides the wet pull-up between his legs, more worried than usual that this would be the day that someone would notice the bulge in his pants and he'd never be able to show his face at school again. When the lunch bell rang, Tenga almost bolted out of class, down the hall to the most remote bathroom in the school, quickly changing into a new diaper in the bathroom while the other kids were getting lunch. He may have gotten into the cafeteria near the end of the line, but at least he was able to join his couple of friends, a goofy-looking snow leopard and a blue-furred fox. He'd managed to at least find some people to hang out with at school, but with sleepovers being the standard hangout between them, Tenga still managed to be excluded.

Tenga came back home and was greeted by his mom. Great, she took off work early, so there was no hope keeping his current wet diaper on for the rest of the afternoon and playing it off like he'd had an extra change. That, and his little sheath was straining extra hard in its cage this afternoon, and now there wouldn't be any time to struggle with it. His mom just greeted Tenga and quickly patted the front of his diaper to check it.

"Still having accidents at school?" she tried to hide the derision in her voice, "Well now, let's go ahead and get you changed up."

She led Tenga into his room and picked out a new pull-up for him, one of the ones with purple sides he never dared wear to school. She adeptly tore open the sides of her son's training pants and wet-wiped him down, coldly rubbing her thumb over his swollen little orbs. The boy tried to tug on the lock to his chastity cage as his mom replaced his pull-up, but she just swatted away his paw as she pulled up his padded underwear.

"Let's make sure we make those stars last until nighttime," she cooed as she helped the boy change into a new pull-up for the evening. Of course, deep down they both knew it was a futile effort. That night he was changed out of his wet training pants yet again, had a blue nighttime diaper taped securely around his waist, and once he finally calmed down enough for a restless sleep, the cycle reset to begin again. Tenga woke up in his wet diaper and tried his best to rub at himself, but only managed to work himself up more and more.

Dating was going to be quite the ordeal for poor little Tenga.