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Heres the 4th chapter of the story. Again theres some content that deals with messing. If thats not your thing, don't read the part past the double lines of asterisks near the end. Also, I love getting feedback; it inspires me to write more. I was motivated to write this chapter because of 3 recent comments and messages :3 . Let me know what you like, what you don't like, and what you'd like to see more of!

************Chapter 4********************

I woke to the sound of a carabiner clinking shut. At some point during the night, Bryan had managed to stealthily undo my my restraints, leaving just the cuffs and collar on, so that we could sleep comfortably. Now that he was awake, he'd snaked his way out of bed without waking me. I was laying face up, and looked towards the top of the bed to see that the panther had already clipped one paw down, and just finished locking the other in place. My arms were spread above my head, though my footpaws were as of yet unrestrained.

Wishing that I could rub my eyes, I instead blinked heavily. As my focus came to, I could see Bryan with his typical grin, as well as his typical morning wood. If I didn't already know it from the position I had been bound to; I was in for it. Fuzzling my headfur, the panther chimed

"Sleep well, kitty?"

The second I opened my mouth to respond, he quickly stuffed a ballgag into my muzzle and strapped it in place. "I'll trust that you did. You seemed quite exhausted after our fun. You made quite a sound when I finished you off, so this morning you'll be gagged to ensure we don't wake the rest of my housemates."

I couldn't do a thing but nod. Bryan patted my head to acknowledge my response.

"Good. Now, you also made quite a mess when I told you not too. Since we can't trust you to control yourself, that diaper is staying on for the time being."

Had I been able to move my lips much, I would have frowned. I was quite wet, and wanted a change. That didn't seem like it was going to happen soon though. The panther slid up against me, raising my legs with his paws. He clipped my ankle cuffs to a pair of chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling. I'd helped him install those hooks myself, but in my still-sleep state, I had missed the fact that he had strung the chains. I now lay with my legs suspended, holding my crinkly butt a few inches off the bed. I began to wonder what Bryan had in mind, and was quickly made aware of the answer. Bryan used his claw to cut a slit in the back of my diaper, right behind my tail hole.

Without explanation, the panther got into position. I felt his paw take hold of the base of the butt plug that had been in since the night before, and slide it out. Being that I was already lubed and stretched out, Bryan simply chuckled to himself as he placed his cock head against my rump.

"You know, I think I'm starting to like how cute you look in diapers."

I gulped, both in fear of what might happen if he took a strong liking to diapering me, and because I knew he was about to start pounding me.

I felt him push in slowly at first. He purred lowly as he slid all 7 inches into me. The plug had helped keep me warmed up, but this was still a bit rough treatment for having just woken up. I whined ever so slightly, but was all but silenced by the ballgag. Bryan closed his eyes and started to thrust. He held my sides with his paws, and worked his length rhythmically into me. This was strange; normally he liked to tease me, to constantly remind me he was in control. It seemed this morning he was intent on simply using me. Thinking about this served only to turn me on. Despite the literal rude awakening, I was getting quite hard.

I quickly felt Bryan pick up speed. I could tell that he was already getting close. Between being plugged all night, and pounded first thing in the morning, my tailhole was starting to get a bit sore. I dare not try to complain though; I was in enough trouble as it was. Bryan panted loudly, gaining yet even more speed before letting out a controlled, dominant moan as he filled my tailhole with panther seed. He pumped into me a few times after finishing, and then quickly pulled out. He stood up, almost nonchalantly. Dressing himself for the day, the panther casually checked his phone. As he finished putting his clothes on, Bryan teasingly flicked the ring on my collar.

"I have to run for now, but don't worry, Alison is here to take care of you. I hear she has a fun day planned. Ta ta!"

Bryan padded off to his bedroom's door, and as he opened it, Alison stepped in. I blushed bright red, cursing Bryan in my mind for letting her see me like this. Bryan quickly exited, and Alison closed the door behind me. The otter turned to me, and, noticing me blushing, giggled out loud.

"My, it looks like you two cats had some fun this morning!"

I couldn't believe she was seeing me like this. Not only was I still tied down with my legs suspended, it was obvious that my diaper was wet. Even more, she could clearly see the cum-soaked hole in the back of my diaper. All I could do was close my eyes and whine.

"Aww, don't be shy kitty! I'll get you cleaned up before we go out." Under her breath, barely loud enough for me to hear, she added "and maybe next time Bryan will let me watch...."

I wanted to die from embarrassment. Thankfully, the otter had a sense of mercy. She set a large husky plush down on my chest, in a position as if I were cuddling it. Though my paws were still bound, it obscured my line of sight from her, and I was able to "hide" behind it.

"Bryan was nice to leave you in this position, it makes things easy for me."

The otter untapped my diaper, and I again felt my face flush as I knew she was smiling at the fact that I was still hard. Alison starting to clean me up with some wipes, and I was able to relax a bit. Despite the rest, some parts of these diaper changes felt good. My relaxation was quickly interrupted, however, as I felt something poking at my tailhole yet again. I tensed and pulled against the restraints as I felt another lubed butt plug being pushed up my rump.

"Hold still lion, this will just take a second."

She was right. After the morning I'd had, the plug quickly slid into place. This was another one of Bryan's plugs that he'd bought specifically to make me wear. It wasn't any longer than the previous one, but it was considerably wider, and would certainly stay in place for as long as needed. I whimpered quietly as Alison explained.

"As I told you before, I know a lion can get cranky if he doesn't get off. Since you got off last night, we'll wait until at least this afternoon's diaper change. I don't want it to take as long as last time though, so this will stay in until then to help speed up the process."

Without saying anything else, the otter unfolded a diaper under me, powdered me up, and undid my ankle cuffs, laying me down on the diaper. She taped it up, and put the plastic pants on me, locking them in place before unstrapping the ball gag. She looked sternly at me, asking me a question before finally letting me up.

"Are we going to have any problems, or are you going to be a good cub today?"

I flattened my ears submissively and nodded "yeah...."

"Good. I'll let you dress yourself today. Meet me in the kitchen when you are done."

The otter unbuckled the cuffs on my wrists. I wrapped my arms around the husky plush and continued to hide behind it until she was out of the room and had closed the door. I stood up and sighed. My tailhole was slightly aching, and I knew it would be a long time before I was allowed to take the plug out. At least I didn't have to spend the day at school. We seniors had Wednesdays free. I slowly retrieved my clean clothes from my backpack and put them on before stepping out into the living room and heading to the kitchen. For the first time today, I glanced at the clock. 11:45. Damn, Bryan had pounded me for considerably longer than I thought...

I padded quietly into the kitchen, and stood at the threshold for a few moments. Alison was busy cooking something on the stove, and this was a perfect time to take care of something. I hadn't wet yet this morning, a fact which had recently become very apparent. I closed my eyes and concentrated, and was able to quickly wet. I felt the diaper start to swell, but even after finishing, didn't feel wet. I opened my eyes to see Alison grinning at me. It was clear she knew what I had been doing.

"Good boy!"

She turned back to the stove, and almost mumbled "can you even tell I put two stuffers in there?"

I worriedly looked down at my pants, and could notice a somewhat sizable bulge already. I bit my lip as I started to think about how obvious this diaper would become.

The otter continued "Since we've found out you are a heavy wetter, I decided that today I'd try out those stuffers. You shouldn't need a change for at least 5 or 6 hours."

I whimpered loudly. I'd been soggy all night, and had now been dry for all of 8 minutes before becoming wet again, and now it would be another 5 hours before I could be dry?!

Hearing my whine, Alison assured me "it won't be too bad I promise. I'll be checking you to make sure you don't get too wet"

That hardly made me feel any better. Alison turned back around with what she had been cooking: pancakes. She served them onto two plates on the table, sat down, and beckoned for me to do the same. I carefully sat in the chair across from her. Noticing my hesitation, the otter smirked.

"Normally I'd ask if you have a rash, and make sure to use extra lotion. I don't think thats the case though"

I just ignored her and began to eat breakfast. There was one consolation to this morning at least; Alison was a great cook, and her pancakes were fantastic. I wolfed down three of them, and waited for the the otter to finish. As she ate, she explained that we were going to the movies. This relieved me a bit, as I could at least take comfort in knowing the dark theater would hide my puffy pants. When Alison had finished, she stood up and motioned towards the front door. I followed her out, and as she locked up, I padded over to the passenger side of her car.

"Looks like someones learning. Keep it up and we may not have to treat you like such a cub for long!"

I said nothing as we climbed in, and headed downtown. The drive was short, as it was still a school and work day for most. On the way, I silently wet again. Alison didn't notice this time, but I grew more anxious about the larger bulge in my pants. How big was this going to get?

We arrived downtown and parked. Thankfully, it was a cold day, so as we got out of the car, I quickly put on my jacket and zipped it up, hoping it would at least partially hide the front of my pants. Noticing this, Alison commented

"You really need to stop being so worried about your diapers. Little cubs don't try to hide them, and neither should you. I think I'll have to find a way to get you more comfortable with them."

I didn't care to find out just what she was thinking, so I didn't press the issue. We approached the ticket booth, and I was about to walk up to the window and get a ticket for the newest action film, but realized that probably wasn't what the otter had in mind. Indeed it wasn't. She got tickets for the both of us.... to the newest Disney film. I sighed to myself as we walked inside and headed to the concession stand.

I had to walk a bit slower than usual. The plug by itself would have caused me to walk funny, but the bulk between my legs didn't make it any better. I was sure that I had a noticeable waddle, and to my sensitive feline ears, every crinkly step I took sounded like someone forcefully crumpling newspaper. I did my best to ignore it, and as we arrived to the concession stand I separated from Alison. She liked popcorn, but I never cared for it. Likewise, she never seemed to get thirsty, but I always get a large soda. So as she went to order popcorn, I headed to the drink area. Thinking it might be better for the current situation, I almost grabbed a medium cup, but then I thought about what Alison said. If she noticed I purposefully got a smaller drink so I wouldn't have to wet as much later, it would only bolster her ambitions to find a way to get me more used to diapers. I decided it would be best to just get the large drink as usual.

I filled my large cup, put a lid on it, grabbed a straw, and started to half-waddle over to the cashier. Alison intercepted me on route and whispered,

"Its a good thing you didn't get the smaller one. You don't want to know what I'd have made you do if you tried to get out of using your diaper as much as you should. Those stuffers are there for a reason."

We both said nothing else as we checked out, and padded off towards our theater. There was some time left before the start of the movie, but already the theater had started to fill. We both looked decidedly out of place, and I again became self conscious. Alison picked up on this and reassured me,

"Don't worry, I'm sure they all think we are just on a date and I dragged you to see this"

For once, she actually was able to lessen my fears. We sat in the back, and I sipped my drink as we waited for the movie to start. When the lights dimmed and the previews started, I lost my feelings of anxiety. No one would be able to see my bulging pants in the dark. I almost forgot about being diapered entirely, until partway into the film. I had finished most of my drink, and needed to go.

I set my drink down in the cup holder, and was about to stand up when I remembered. I really had to go, and had no choice but to soak my padding. To make matters worse, the toy up my butt had kept me fairly hard the whole time. Biting my lip, I strained and pushed.. I felt the stuffers swell up even larger, and could finally feel the dampness of my padding.

"Oh no" I thought to myself, "this is going to be huge when I stand up". When I finally finished, I instinctively picked my drink back up and resumed casually sipping it. Always keen to my actions, however, Alison leaned over and slid her paw digit under my waistband. She could instantly tell I was soaked.

"My, what a wet cub you are! We'll have to get you changed as soon as we get home."

Pushing her digit a bit deeper, she starting rubbing the tip of my cock. I squired in my seat, which only made matters worse as my soft, squishy padding rubbed against my shaft.

"I'll have to take care of that as well"

She withdrew her paw, returning her attention to the movie. I did my best, but found it hard to focus for the rest of the film. When it was over, she was nice enough to let us watch the end of the credits so that we'd be the last ones out. As we left, we only passed one individual; the guy who was about to clean the theater. Luckily, he was too busy with his job to notice my now extremely bulging pants. When we got into the car, I climbed in and sat down as quickly as I could. That was a mistake, and the plug reminded me of its presence as my rump landed on the seat.

"Merf!" I almost yelped

Alison grinned at me,

"Just a little while longer lion, and we'll be home"

The drive was mercifully short. Alison directed me to the bedroom, but went to the kitchen herself before following me in. As was now standard procedure, she cuffed my paws down. She had apparently liked the ease of changing me that she had this morning, as she elevated my rear and suspended my legs from the ceiling again. I didn't fight, I just wanted it to be over. I knew what was coming, and even after she'd done it before, and after she'd seen me this morning, I was still embarrassed. The otter was nice enough to put the husky plush back on my chest so I could "hide" behind it again. She untapped the diaper and disposed of it, and, as I was expecting, I felt a lotion-covered paw grab my stiff lionhood.

Having been plugged all night and all day, I was quite anxious. I was already dripping pre into her paw as she gripped my length firmly. I moaned helplessly as her other paw found the plug and started pushing against it firmly. As she toyed with me, I wiggled and squirmed, all the while whining cutely. Less than five minutes went by before the attention pushed me over the edge. I tensed my body and soaked my tummy fur with thick strands of seed, even more than usual. As I relaxed and sighed, Alison cooed

"THATS a good boy.... much better than before."

I simply lay panting as she cleaned me off with baby wipes. She removed the plug, and for once, my tailhole was able to relax.

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The otter started to ready something I couldn't see. She began,

"You've been very good recently, and I don't think your punishment will last any longer than the end of the week. However, you are still reluctant to use your diaper when you're out in public, and you were quite fussy when you had to mess. I have something that should help with both of those."

She removed the husky, and I could see she had a plate of bananas. I watched as she quickly peeled 4 of them and broke them into thirds. Almost instantly I knew what she was up to, and I whimpered pleadingly.

"Oh no lion, you aren't getting out of this. If you can use your diaper like a good cub I promise we won't keep punishing you much longer. If not, this could go on for quite a while."

With that, she started sliding pieces of banana up my tailhole. Since I had just been plugged, they slid in easily. I immediately began to feel full, like I had to mess. By the end of the second banana, I could feel some strain. As the otter slid the pieces of the third banana in, it felt like I had to mess more than I'd ever needed to before. I pleaded with Alison to not use the fourth banana, but she kept it up. Putting the third to last piece against my tailhole, she continued,

"Nope. You're going to know what it feels like to have to mess, badly. Not only that, you're going to do it while we're out. This isn't going to be fun, but you're going to do it. If you keep talking back, I'll let Bryan know how uncooperative you were.

I bit my lip as she slid the third to last and second to last pieces in. As she placed the last piece against my tailhole, I felt like I was going to loose control any second. The otter looked me in the eye and said,

"I'm going to say this one last time. You are diapered for a reason. I don't want to hear you complain about having to wet or mess. I don't want to hear you complain about needing a change. Anytime you have to go, you will use your diaper like a good cub. Understand?"

"Yes...." I almost whispered, thinking to myself about just how much abuse my tailhole had taken today.

"Good."

She slid the last piece of banana up my tailhole, cleaned off her paws, and rediapered me. This time, it was a fairly thin, and somewhat tight diaper. She locked the plastic pants in place and uncuffed me. I almost messed the second I stood up. The otter told me to get dressed, then directed me to the car, and I slowly waddled out. I'd never felt so full. Sitting back down alleviated some of the pressure, but not much. After a quick drive, we arrived at our destination. I had to stop myself from whimpering out loud.

We were at the mall. Alison parked the car, and we got out. As I followed her inside, my bowels continued to remind me of how bad I had to mess. It would only be a matter of minutes before I had to do the inevitable. What Alison said next almost made me cringe.

"I hope you're ready for some shopping, I can't imagine we'll be here any less than 3 hours."