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Chapter 4: Intern Training

Bolt was beginning to grow restless. The smells of the fried food continued to waft into his nose even as the felines in front of him began to finish off the helpings on their plates.

After the first ten minutes of dining or so, the two felines had lapsed into casual conversation that conveniently excluded Bolt's presence entirely. In fact, after they had grown off work-related small talk, they had changed their topic of conversation to the pup.

Much like an actual puppy, too young to fully comprehend the depths of adult conversation, they spoke of him as if he was not there to hear every word. Not that he could have added much to the conversation to begin with, as the pacifier gag was still firmly lodged in his muzzle. After catching himself instinctively suckling on it for comfort, as being spoken of without any ability to input your own opinion was a chastening experience, he realized that he was actually beginning to gain some comfort from the bulbous object in his mouth.

The plans of the felines were working to its fullest effect. Bolt was beginning to feel as if he was the baby of the family with an increasing sense of dependency on the cats in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, however, they had not even started.

"Well, I'm stuffed."

Yuri patted his belly lethargically, raising a balled paw up to his muzzle and stifling a belch. Cinder appeared to catch his yawn, flashing an impressive array of sharp teeth before smacking his lips together in a self-satisfied manner.

"Likewise."

Pushing himself away from the table, Yuri began to gather the various dishes into his large, impressive arms as Cinder followed suit. Bolt watched their movements carefully, beginning to grow curious about what the cats had planned for him next.

As Yuri and Cinder padded to the kitchen and back, ferrying the dishes and cutlery, Yuri spoke matter-of-factly while he was stacking plates.

"Check the puppy's diaper, would you?"

Cinder in the same casual tone as Yuri, nodding as he put down the casserole dish he had picked up.

"Mhmmm..."

Striding over to Bolt, who had squirmed in a mixture of excitement and discomfort at still having his arms pinned down against his torso, he watched as Cinder's eyes alighted on the front of his padding. Kneeling down, now out of the husky's sight as he examined the front of his diaper from underneath the tray table, Bolt felt his heart skip a beat as he felt the caracal's paw gently squeezing the front of his padding.

The examination did not stop there, an electric feeling of excitement ran up the dog's spine as he felt the cat's soft paws caress the inner part of his thigh, before slipping in two fingers inside of the diaper's lining to check for dampness.

Bolt could not help himself, he whimpered softly at being so personally examined. The entire act was performed as if it were routine and completely ordinary. But to Bolt, the sensation of having his diaper checked without a moment's consideration of how he would feel about it made him feel even more little than when he had been strung up in the baby bouncer.

"Still dry, surprisingly."

Cinder called out, straightening and reaching over to gently ruffle Bolt between his ears. Cheeks still burning from having the regal feline examine the state of his protective padding, Bolt bowed his head slightly and leaned into the head pats.

Yuri called out from the kitchen, amidst a clamor of ceramic and the sound of running water.

"That won't last long!"

Chuckling, Cinder turned away and strode into the kitchen to join in the past lunch cleaning up, leaving Bolt still feeling as if his insides were filled with so many fluttering butterflies.

It took a minute for Bolt to realize that it was not just his feelings that was causing him a measure of discomfort, but he could feel the beginnings of cramps in his lower abdomen indicating to him that he was going to need to pee soon.

Although it was not intense enough for him to merit the need to go immediately, he knew that he would end up having no choice but to use his diaper for its intended purpose. He huffed out a breath into his pacifier, beginning to feel slightly fussy at having been left incapacitated in his high chair only to struggle with the increasingly urgent need to relieve himself.

Just as he was considering whether or not to go now rather than later, Yuri strode back into the dining room holding a large cylindrical object in his right paw.

Bolt's eyes widened, as he recognized what the item was. The largest baby bottle he had ever seen was clutched firmly in the tiger's paw, filled with a milky substance that Bolt guessed to be at least 64 ounces of whole milk.

"Come on up, runt. Let's get this in you."

Feeling abashed at having been called a runt, despite the fact that he was now a fully grown adult fur, Bolt found that his will to resist had been thoroughly suppressed by the admonishing comment.

The impression that disobedience was an option that was fully out of reach ingrained in his mind, he waited patiently for the tiger to slide out the tray and unlock him from his harness. As the pressure on the front of his padding lifted, Yuri tucked the oversized bottle under his arm and lifted the dog up by the armpits.

Depositing him on his hip, the tiger placed a firm paw on the bottom part of Bolt's diaper and held it firmly against him. The placement of his paw had a possessive undertone to it, as if the tiger were silently saying that the husky's butt belonged to him and only him.

It might as well have belonged to him, as Bolt instinctively clung to the tiger as he maneuvered their way over to what appeared to be the ground floor living room. Comfortable couch cushions, a recliner, a pristine coffee table, and a large television appeared to be the main attraction in terms of furnishing. Several paintings hung from the walls, displaying pleasant natural scenery of pine tree forests, bubbling brooks, and snow-covered mountains.

The room gave off a quiet, comfortable atmosphere that Bolt immediately picked up on. This manifested itself by the fact that Bolt did not complain when Yuri sat down and laid the large puppy over his lap.

Naked, except for the diaper around his waist and pacifier gag in his mouth, Bolt felt particularly exposed, facing belly up into the noble face of the much larger tiger. Yuri grinned down at Bolt, a measure of satisfaction in his face as he looked down at his charge.

Bolt's paws were folded over his chest in a begging position, staring up woefully into the tiger's face before looking down at the nipple of the bottle which was slowly approaching his muzzle.

Even as it did so, Bolt felt the back buckles of his pacifier gag being undone. Grasping the pacifier ring with his pinky, Yuri guided the pacifier out of his muzzle and set it aside.

"Drink up, pup."

Bolt realized that he had become quite thirsty since he had finished off his last cup of yogurt, most likely by the intention of both felines as he accepted the nipple without fuss.

At first, Bolt was unsure of how to proceed. He had not nursed from a baby bottle since he had been an actual pup, so he took a few experimental suckles on the teat to gage the rate of flow.

Finding that the amount of liquid that came out was much smaller than he anticipated, he began to suckle in earnest in order to suck more of the warm milk out of the bottle.

This resulted in a loud, suckling noise combined with his measured breathing between swallows. It took a moment for Bolt to shift his focus away from feeding on the bottle to realize just how much noise he was generating.

His cheeks reddened, ears flattening against his head as he looked up to give Yuri a sheepish look. The tiger had witnessed it all, noting that the husky had taken eagerly to the bottle the moment it was presented to him.

He's taking to the role much quicker than expected...

He thought to himself, even as he responded to Bolt's embarrassed expression with a raised eyebrow. Deciding to break character momentarily, he inquired softly even as he raised the bottle up higher to allow for a steadier flow.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Bolt felt his insides twist yet again, his cheeks burning brighter as he nodded slowly. Despite how quickly the two had descended on him, he could not help but relish slightly in the feelings of helplessness and freedom he had in not being able to make any decisions for himself.

He had now consumed about a fourth of the contents of the bottle, his cheeks becoming tired from the effort of having to suckle with effort in order to get at the milk. To his pleasant surprise, Bolt found an aftertaste of cinnamon lingering across his tongue. Whatever the concoction that was now being poured into him had, it certainly was no ordinary milk.

Lapsing into a steady pace, Bolt allowed himself to relax as he fell into a steady rhythm of nursing. His shoulders relaxed, his legs spread out over Yuri's lap, and his eyelids remained half open as he began to enjoy the attention.

The tiger, too, relaxed. This was the part that he always enjoyed, as it was usually during bottle feeding that the majority of littles he spoiled were able to relax and fully embrace an infantile mindset.

Padding in quietly, Cinder sat himself down next to the tiger and watched

as Bolt closed his eyes and continued to nurse in earnest.

Yuri and Cinder, genuine smiles dancing upon their muzzle, exchanged appreciative glances with each other. The husky appeared downright adorable, milk gathering at the corners of his muzzle.

The three sat in relative silence, the only noise pervading the air being the nyuk-nyuk of the baby bottle.

Eyes still closed, as Bolt began to float in a blissful state focused only on the warm milk now giving him a cozy sensation in his belly, the pup felt a twinge in his bladder.

The husky did not give it much thought at first, wanting more to focus on the supple milk pouring down his throat. But as the thought of liquids flooding took center stage in his mind, he realized that he could ignore it no longer.

The natural reflex to hold it until a toilet was available took over, but Bolt quickly regarded this incline with skepticism.

What if...

Bolt was then reminded of the fact that there were two of his coworkers sitting with him on the couch as he nursed; although his eyes did not open, he felt the familiar sensation of his cheeks beginning to blush once more.

Still...

A sleepy feeling came over the husky, one that he found he could not bring himself to resist. Relapsing back into his pacified state, he was only a little taken aback when he felt the dam break with surprisingly little resistance.

A familiar feeling of warmth began to spread throughout the front of his thick padding, first appearing as a small dark spot before growing and spreading throughout the front of his diaper. Underneath the landing zone of the padding, Yuri's eyes drifted down as the telltale, softened hiss of a diaper being peed into filled the air.

Cinder's nostrils flared, the scent of urine and baby powder now filling the air in

a particularly nostalgic combination. Silently, the two two cats watched keenly as the husky appeared to utterly flood his pants.

Still in the depths of little space, Bolt only registered the feeling of relief that came with emptying one's bladder. The warmth had now spread throughout the front of the diaper, weighing down with a reassuring weight on the husky's bits. With the expansion of the absorbent material inside of the padding, the diaper was now a snug fit around his waist.

While previously it had been a pleasant, fluffy pillow gently hugging his

mid-section, it had now become a bit more intimate as the sodden padding now pressed up closely against him.

The feeling only added further to the husky's feelings of infantile bliss. He found that once he had finished the bottle at last, that his breathing had slowed to a much calmer, somber rate.

His muzzle detached from the bottle with a soft squeak, a contented sigh leaving his muzzle as he nestled further into the tiger's arms. The initial shyness and unwilling cooperation had now been forgotten, as the warmth and comfort that came from being in the tiger's arms overrode any inclination to resist.

Yuri and Cinder waited a few minutes, ensuring that Bolt had successfully sunken into a peaceful slumber. The tiger then gave Cinder a meaningful, sideways glance nodding once.

Nodding in response, Cinder got up and quietly tiptoed out of the room and turned to pad up the stairs as Yuri gingerly stood up.

The tiger's square jaw bobbed downwards once, checking to see that the upwards movement had not woken up Bolt.

The husky did not stir, as the contents of the bottle he had just ingested appeared to be coming into effect.

Experimentally, Yuri gently shook the husky from side to side watching as his ears flopped about.

Nothing. The husky was out cold, his chest rising and falling slowly with the methodical rhythm that came with a drug induced trance.

A smile slowly spread across Yuri's muzzle as he looked the husky up and down, his gaze lingering on the puppy's soaked padding.

"We'll give you a change, little pup. But only after you're properly used your padding."

He remarked out loud, to nobody in particular. He hoisted the dog up, gently resting his head against his powerful shoulder as he placed a paw on the dog's now slightly soggy bottom yet again.

Turning, he made his way towards the flight of stairs, following the caracal while Bolt's tail began a faint wagging movement. Whatever the dog was dreaming of, it was obviously eliciting feelings of content.