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"C'mon! Let me out of here!" The raccoon squirmed in the adult-sized highchair, which only made his thick diaper crinkle more. He blushed and pounded his fists on the underside of the plastic tray locked into place over his arms, pinning them to his sides.

"Nope." The tiger purred with a smile.

"But I have to pee!"

"You've been insisting that you're a big boy all morning, so I'm sure you can hold it until after breakfast."

"This is crazy!"

"You did agree to put a diaper on, Caleb." The tiger reminded him playfully.

"You got me drunk!"

"Doesn't matter." The tiger replied smoothly as he tied a bib around the raccoon's neck. "You even got naked for me." The raccoon blushed. "You practically jumped out of your boxer briefs." The raccoon looked away as the tiger moved closer, becoming awfully aware that the tiger was nude while he wore an absurdly thick diaper that resembled a baby's diaper a bit too closely for his liking.

"I wasn't in my right mind." The raccoon said bashfully.

"True, but you were such an affectionate little cub last night. The only reason you're not hungover right now is because I fed you so many bottles of water last night." The tiger tickled under his chin playfully. "And that gave me a nice, soggy little boy to change this morning." The raccoon growled and batted his paw away. The soggy diaper had earned him the one that he was wearing now. He suspected that the tiger would try everything in his power to keep him in these things as long as he could. His bladder ached, but he felt confident that he could make it through breakfast.

"I get that this is a kink of yours or whatever. So... Can we just get this over with?" He asked sullenly. The tiger had overpowered him and forced him into the highchair. "I feel ridiculous." The tiger purred and walked behind him toward the kitchen. The raccoon yelped as he felt the back of his diaper pull back.

"Still dry. What a big boy." The tiger teased. The raccoon sighed as the tiger left the room. He never should have gone to the Cubby Hole on fetish night, but his curiosity had got the better of him. The powerfully-built tiger in just shiny gold spandex trunks had caught his eye immediately and before he knew it, he was drunker than he had ever been. Things got a bit fuzzy after that, but he remembered being brought back here and, his sense of adventure overpowering his common sense, letting the tiger diaper him.

"Hey," The raccoon said, something occurring to him. "I don't think I ever got your name." The tiger returned from the kitchen.

"I know your name, baby Caleb!" He smirked. "Until you're back in big boy undies, you can just call me daddy." He teased.

"You're not going to" He was cut short as the tiger shoved a heaping spoonful of something into his mouth.

"Enough talk, time for nummies." The tiger said, depositing what turned out to be oatmeal on the raccoon's tongue. It had brown sugar in it, so it was not like it tasted disgusting. He swallowed it, the tiger using the spoon to collect the bit that had fallen out of his mouth from his bib and returning it to his mouth. "Good boy." The tiger praised. "Here comes the choo-choo." The raccoon wanted to get this over with before he... did what he did not want to think about, so he cooperated.

The tiger seemed content to take all morning to feed the raccoon, each spoonful becoming a train or a plane or a rocket ship. Worse yet, the massive bowl of oatmeal never seemed to have a dent in it. The raccoon grew impatient, squirming a bit in the highchair. He hated that the diaper crinkled, but it could not be helped. He needed to pee, and now!

"Almost all gone." The tiger said, sensing the raccoon's growing discomfort. He made no efforts to speed up, however, and it was clear to the raccoon that he would not be getting out of the highchair until he had used the diaper.

With his paws under the tray, he could hold them against his diaper, crossing his legs in an effort to stave off what seemed to be growing more and more inevitable. Feeling the diaper only reminded him of his predicament, the tiger clearly enjoying his squirms and whimpers, judging from how his manhood stiffened to its full size. The raccoon did not consider himself small down there, but the tiger's cock definitely dwarfed his. It had to be eight inches, at least! His balls swung back and forth as he swayed his hips, noticing the raccoon's attention.

"Like what you see?" He asked, slipping another spoonful of oatmeal into his baby's mouth. The raccoon blushed, grateful that the diaper concealed his true feelings about the tiger's massive member.

As the tiger returned to feeding him, the raccoon could see that he had nearly emptied the bowl. His bladder ached again and he knew, even if he did not like admitting it, that he would never get out of the highchair before he used the diaper.

"Almost done." The tiger cooed, but the raccoon knew that he had mere seconds before he flooded the diaper. He whimpered. His mouth was full of oatmeal, which dribbled down his chin as his bladder released. "There we go." The tiger purred. He reached under the tray and squeezed the raccoon's diaper. "Cubby loves his soggy diapie, hmm?" The raccoon felt tears well up in his eyes as he swallowed the final spoonful.

"Please change me." He whimpered.

"Alright, but only because you finished all your breakfast numnums for daddy." Caleb felt so ashamed as the tiger slid away the tray and picked him up, his diaper crinkling and squishing against his private areas. "Little Mister Droopy Diapie!" The tiger cooed as he set him against his shoulder, rubbing his diapered butt. Against the tiger's chest, Caleb was very aware of the loud purrs emanating from the tiger's chest as he carried him out of the dining room. He watched the stairs toward the second floor, which led to the bedroom where he had spent the night, move further away. Where were they going?

His answer came as the tiger set him down on the floor of the living room. This was where Caleb had stripped for his diapering the night before. He looked around, even though he knew that there was no chance his clothes were still around. He saw an adult-sized baby rocker and quickly looked away with a blush. That really made him feel uncomfortable, even more than the oversized baby furniture he had already spent the night and morning in.

"Another soggy diaper means I simply have to rediaper you." The tiger said. "I wouldn't be a responsible daddy otherwise."

"I'm sure my jeans will fit over it." The raccoon figured that he could just cooperate and get out of here. He would be polite and exchange phone numbers, but he did not think that he would ever contact the tiger again. "Might be a little snug, but I don't live too far from here." The tiger nodded without really listening, focused on changing Caleb's diaper.

Caleb's eyes flitted from the tiger's enormous member to his own more modest one. He squirmed and whimpered as the tiger's attention with the wipes caused him to stir and thicken. The tiger smiled, purring.

"Baby Caleb likes to be clean, hmm? Yes, he does!" He chuckled at Caleb's red cheeks. "Daddy has a surprise for you!" He gently rubbed some baby powder scented lotion onto the raccoon's penis before grasping it in his paw, his pinkie hooked under Caleb's testes. He winked at the bashful raccoon as he began to stroke methodically.

Try as he might, Caleb could not ignore the first paw job he had ever received, moaning and squirming as the tiger demonstrated that this was certainly not the first paw job he had ever given. It did not take long for Caleb to orgasm, panting and moaning loudly. The tiger chuckled and wiped away his pool of cum with a baby wipe.

"Such a good baby boy, showing Daddy how much he loves him." He purred, patting Caleb's thigh. He lifted Caleb's legs and slipped a fresh diaper under his butt. "Daddy loves baby Caleb too." He whispered. He rubbed ample powder into his butt and cock, smiling at how docile his penis seemed now. "Is that why baby Caleb was so fussy? Were you a horny little coonie?"

"C'mon, man." Caleb moaned. "Haven't you had enough?"

"Nearly done, baby." The tiger replied, Caleb's protests again making no impact on him. He taped the diaper snugly around Caleb's waist and gave him some playful pats. "Nothing like a happy little boy in diapers." He purred with pride, tickling Caleb a bit. "Oh, baby's not ticklish." The tiger's ears drooped a bit, but he quickly regained his cheerful demeanor. "Every baby boy loves some time in his rocker!" He scooped the diminutive raccoon up and, despite Caleb's squirms and protests, plopped him down in the rocker.

"Let me go!" Caleb protested, swinging his arms wildly, which only made the dangling plastic shapes above the seat swing around chaotically. Caleb stopped struggling as his eyes seemed drawn to the dangling shapes. There was a red star, a blue circle, a green square, and a yellow triangle, yet they seemed so alluring.

As the tiger buckled him into the baby rocker, Caleb stared up at the dangling shapes overhead. He could dimly remember reclining in this same place last night. As the seat began to rock slightly, it all came back to him. The dangling shapes whispered to him in their musical voices, telling him he loved, he needed his diapers. He wanted to be a big boy baby, crinkling around in his thick, puffy diapers. He wiggled his legs to hear his diaper crinkle, the sound he loved more than anything in the world. He loved diapers. Big boy undies were okay, but diapers! Diapers were the best!

"Our new baby should be ready soon." The tiger texted his boyfriend as he watched the raccoon bat playfully at the toys hanging above him, contently cooing into his pacifier. "Come over."