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"Is there any way I could convince you to let me stay at your place this weekend?" Sylas asked his friend.

Faraji blinked back at the grizzly, seemingly dumbstruck by such a mundane question. He and the bear had been the closest of friends for the better part of a decade, but the lion had never once had Slyas over to his house. Not even for the briefest of visits.

"I don't know...I'd have to check with my dad first." He responded hesitantly. "Why?" He immediately cringed, realizing he came off more rude than intended, but he was curious about what was wrong with the bear's home life that he needed to get away for a few days.

"My parents are taking a mini-vacation over a three day weekend. They want me to go with them. Sounds super boring though. I'd rather spend the weekend hanging out with you than hearing them plow through the wall of some rural bed and breakfast" There was little any teenager wanted to do less than hang out with his parents on a dull getaway for 72 hours straight.

"They won't let you stay home without them?"

"They don't trust me not to raid their liquor cabinet again. That party was over a year ago and they still get on me about it. I'm 18. I go off to college in the fall. I was hoping they would see me as an adult by now. Since your dad will be around I think they'll be comfortable assuming I'm not getting into any trouble while they're gone, but I'd have to give them my house key until they're back. I really don't want to empty my bank account on a hotel room for a couple of nights- not when I've got textbooks to buy soon. So, can you help me out?"

The feline set his jaw. Sylas could tell his mind was racing with possibilities. Of what, he couldn't begin to guess. He suddenly felt like he was intruding by forcing himself into Faraji's privacy and strongly considered backing out. Just as he was about to open his mouth to retract his plea, his companion broke the silence with an anxious sigh.

"I guess I can give Dad a call. Hang on for a moment."

The lion flipped the thick ropes of his braided mane over his shoulder and scratched the back of his neck bashfully. He pulled out his cell, dialed his father, and quickly explained the situation. There was a long pause while his dad spoke back. Sylas could hear the hum of his chipper voice, but couldn't parse the words. Meanwhile, Faraji nodded and injected every once in a while with affirmations that he was listening.

His sincere amber eyes locked met Sylas' shimmering blue orbs and he nodded.

"My dad is cool with it if you and your parents are. He just said to make sure you know that while you're his responsibility you have to follow all of his house rules."

"That's completely fine," he replied, projecting his voice loud enough that the speaker would pick him up clearly. "We can hang out like normal. The only change will be that I will be crashing there for a couple of nights."

Faraji chuckled nervously. "Heh. Yeah."

He finalized his plans with his father, said goodbye, and hung up.

"Why haven't you ever had me over to your place? We've known each other since we were in elementary school."

The cat fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Dad is just a little strict and it gets embarrassing with how overbearing he can be sometimes. He's super nice though. Promise me you'll just go along with whatever and not share anything too humiliating from this weekend with our friends."

"Sure thing, bud! You're doing me a huge favor. I'm definitely not going to be an asshole after that." He wanted to lean in to give Faraji a tight, grateful hug, but rules for teenage masculinity being what they were, he settled for a hearty pat on his back with his wide, ursine paw.

Sylas excitedly called his own parents to let them know that he would be staying with Faraji and his dad, rather than going on their trip with them. He gave them his friend's father's number in case of emergencies. The bear's parents actually seemed thrilled that they would have a romantic weekend to themselves while not having to worry about their adolescent son getting into too much trouble.

They swung by the grizzly's house to gather up everything he needed and relinquish his key to his parents. He properly hugged his parents goodbye, then swiftly stuffed a bag with his toothbrush and spare clothes, and slung it over one shoulder. The pair took Sylas' mom up on her offer to give them a lift across town to Faraji's place.

The elder lion, Abasi, was outside when they arrived. He was wearing only cargo shorts, doing yard work on his perfectly manicured lawn. Tufts of grass stuck up around his bare foot-paws, and a faint sheen of perspiration glistened in his coat. The adult feline wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm when he saw them park and climb out of the car. He retrieved his polo shirt from where it was hung over the porch railing and tugged it on to make himself presentable while they approached. The ursine had only ever met the older anthro in passing, but he had always come off as friendly enough.

Abasi was a tall fur with a hefty, broad-shouldered physique. He wasn't quite a bodybuilder, but he definitely spent his fair share of time working out. Age had rounded out his stomach into a muscular gut, instead of the chiseled abs of youth. His posture was held with a natural confidence in his body. He was about 40 years old, give or take a few. His pelt was the same flaxen color as his son's, but with a plush, natural caramel-colored mane that framed his handsome face. There were just a few strands of gray scattered throughout, making him appear handsome and refined. His eyes were a dull shade of jade, but they sparkled with genuine pleasure upon being properly introduced to the grizzly bear.

Other than the color of their pelts, Faraji had very few physical similarities to his father. Faraji was the same age as Sylas, albeit with a more lithe and sinewy build than the bear's ample frame. He had a golden coat and halcyon eyes. He kept his dark, hickory-colored mane cropped shorter than most adult lions, making him appear even a bit younger than he actually was, and entwined what remained into braided twists which he ornamented with small gold rings throughout. He was generally affable and outgoing, only really becoming meek and shy when pressed about his certain subjects- his family among them.

Sylas offered his paw to shake, but Abasi quickly closed in for a hug so tight that it nearly lifted the bear's paws from the ground.

Sylas' mother uttered a final goodbye to her son, and let him know to expect her fairly late in the evening in a couple of days. The day was barely drifting into lunchtime, but the early summer sun was hot enough that both furs wanted out of the heat and decided to head indoors to kill time playing video games. They stepped into the lions' modest home. It was tidy and decorated with cozy, practical furniture. It would have looked like a picture from a magazine were it not for the personal touches like photos and books. They had barely wiped their foot-paws clean on the mat and sat down near the console to decide what game to play when Abasi entered behind them. He had worked up a masculine musk, which clung heavy and enticing in the air.

Sylas did his best not to ogle him.

"Hey Faraji, just because you have company over doesn't mean you get to skirt the rules," he admonished with a raised brow. It was a warning delivered strictly, but with warmth.

"But, Dad!" The younger cat huffed, rolling his eyes. 'It's embarrassing."

"No arguments. You agreed that you'd both follow the rules if I let your friend stay," his tone was authoritative enough that there wasn't room for any more resistance.

Sylas cocked his head to the side curiously as he watched his friend stand and grab the hem of his shirt. The lion timidly lifted it above his head and tugged it off. He held the bundle of it between his paws before his chest, as if imagining holding a privacy curtain between himself and the room.

"Don't laugh," he peeped, ears tinged crimson.

The bear's focus shifted from the handsome father to the attractive son. He tried not to lewdly stare at his best friend's body- not completely out of respect for his pal's wishes, but because it would only continue to affect him in a rather embarrassing way. Faraji may have had an athletic figure, but when they had been in junior high and high school together the cat had never played any school sports. He had also declined the multitude of offers to go to the pool or beach over the years, so the grizzly had never had a good excuse to see him shirtless. His coat was trimmed close enough that the bear could see the faint lines of musculature on his torso as his body narrowed into the waistband of his jeans.

The reason for his excessive shyness over undressing was evident immediately.

The feline always wore his jeans on the baggy side, to the point that without his shirt on to cover his waist, they sagged just low enough that the ruffled waist of a diaper was visible for an inch or two below his navel. Sylas had known his friend had worn diapers for years. Faraji was extremely cautious, but it is impossible to spend years of your life with someone and not slip up on occasion. He would bend over when he thought he was safe and a scant second of white rustling plastic would be visible. Then there was the lingering, telltale scent of oil and powder, the muffled, unexplainable crinkling that he could hear when they hung out and all was quiet...and, of course, he probably count on one paw the number of times over the years that his friend had ever excused himself to use the restroom. It was something he avoided even after a long film at the cinema. On the few occasions he did disappear, it was always with a mysterious satchel in tow.

"My dad doesn't like me wearing clothes in the house," the lion admitted as his paws fumbled with the fly on his jeans. His foot-paws stuck out from beneath the legs of his pants. His toes flexed and wriggled as if trying to draw attention away from his thickly padded crotch.

"Tracks in the dirt from outside, and I'm not interested in doing twice as much laundry by having him change," Abasi added with a matter-of-fact nod. "Also keeps from getting holes in his clothes if he roughhouses with the other cubs-"

"I'm 18, Dad," Faraji sighed, "I haven't wrestled with friends in almost six years. You're embarrassing me." He buried his face in his paws, clearly mortified.

By letting go of the denim to hide his eyes his jeans fell in a heap around his ankles, revealing his diaper in full. The damp yellow tint on his bulging padding suggested that he was quite soggy. It ticked a strange pang of arousal within the bear that he couldn't quite place. He had never had any sexual thoughts involving diapers. While he had been certain that his friend wore them, that fact had never diminished his vague attraction toward him, but when he pawed off they had certainly never been included in his fantasies. He had always assumed a medical purpose since deducing that his pal wore protection. They teased each other mercilessly about any number of things, as teenage companions did, but since Faraji had been so secretive about his uncommon undergarment, Sylas had avoided the subject entirely out of respect.

"I know, I know: You cubs always think you're mature enough to look after yourselves. I thought I knew it all too when I was your age, but rules are rules. Speaking of-" he turned toward Sylas, "that means you too, scamp. Just set your clothes with your bag and I'll run your things upstairs for you."

The bear's ears drooped. He had promised to follow the rules, but hadn't expected his friend's stunning father to command him to strip down immediately upon meeting him. He figured that, even if seeing more of Faraji's body (and daydreaming about wrapping his muzzle around a pair of lion cocks) had made it too difficult to undress without his plump sheath exposing his arousal, he would still feel less embarrassed than the being seen in just a sodden diaper like his feline companion. Sylas realized that his younger cat must've known that he was going to be exposed by having his friend stay over, and he still liked him enough to put up with humiliation in order to make him happy.

There was no way he was going to back out after that sort of commitment. He promised himself he was going to do whatever Abasi commanded that weekend, no matter how embarrassing it would be.

He tugged off the sports jersey he wore while Faraji bent over and hopped on one foot-paw to yank his jeans off of his ankles. His padded rump was comically visible beneath his swishing tail as he hunched forward. The ursine unbuttoned and slid down his cargo shorts until he was standing in only his powder blue briefs with white elastic and piping.

"Undies too, sport," Abasi insisted, showing his dazzling smile as he scooped up the pile of clothes the teens had left on the floor.

Sylas' heart fluttered for an instant. He gulped. The outline of his sheath and sac were already perfectly visible beneath the taut fabric. After a slight hesitation, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and shimmied them down his hips. He stood nude in front of his friend and his father. He wasn't so self-conscious that he felt the urge to cup his groin and cover himself. Outgoing and boisterous, he had played enough school sports that changing and showering in locker rooms felt perfectly natural, but he felt somehow more intimidated and exposed being naked in the presence of the older and more worldwise Abasi.

The ursine's build was on the heavy side with a bit of natural pudge to his body. He had tawny fur and sparkling blue eyes. His plump sheath was respectively sized above his testicles, which hung limply in the summer heat, and damp with his own sweaty musk from being outdoors.

"Not so bad, is it, slugger?" The lion asked cheerfully. "It definitely looks like my boy needs a change so he doesn't stain the furniture. And luckily, I keep a stash of diapers in all different sizes just in case, so I can fit you with some padding too. Let me go get some diapers for you two and I'll be right back."

"A d-d-diaper!?" Sylas stammered. He hadn't been prepared to wear one himself.

"That's right, champ. All cubs under this roof get padded," Abasi replied as he exited the room, leaving no room for resistance. He returned moments later with two plush diapers gripped in his paw. One was covered with a motif of rainbow colored paw prints. The other was a pale pink. "Sorry, kiddo," the feline stated toward the bear. "The only ones I had that looked like they'd fit you are pink. On the bright side, think of how cute you'll look. Just like a little princess. Let's change Faraji first, before he drips on the carpet. You don't mind hanging out naked for a moment, do you?"

Rendered speechless, Sylas merely shook his head.

"You know what to do," Abasi told his son, then turned to face the grizzly. "Make sure you pay attention so it will be easier to change you next." Faraji laid down on the floor, tail lashing erratically beside it. His blush was severe enough that his burning ears tinted crimson through his fur and he had to turn his gaze away from his friend. It was strange for the bear to see him so submissive. The lion was one of the most brave and adventurous anthros that Sylas knew, with a presence and charisma that made him a natural leader.

Sylas watched silently as Abasi tore away the four tapes that were stretched taut across the plastic landing strip on the front of the diaper. They protested loudly but gave beneath his practiced touch. The lion pulled the diaper from beneath the other cat's rump and rolled it into a tight, squishy ball and set the misshapen sphere aside. He unfurled the fresh diaper, complete with cartoonish print. Faraji hoisted his hips as by second nature and the new padding was slid under his backside. Abasi expertly threaded the lion's tufted tail through the groove intended for it. He swiped up a nearby bottle of powder and shook out a dusting across Faraji's groin.

Meanwhile, the ursine felt his sheath swelling further. He had always found his friend appealing. Captivating, in fact. While the circumstances of seeing him in the nude for the first time weren't ideal, his body didn't seem to care. He watched the snowy sprinkle coat his crotch fur, the drifts of powder outlining his modest sheath and sac. He knew from the copious amounts of online porn that he had consumed that felines weren't often particularly gifted in size, but still found the humble sheath enticing to stare at. He was especially entranced by the tuft of darker pubic fur concentrated on his pelvis and the matching line of similarly shaded fur going down the center of his sac.

Most notable about his maleness was that a cage of slender steel bars encased it. The strange apparatus was held in place by a ring that fit tightly behind his scrotum and a tiny brass padlock between his sheath and testicles. It had a chrome finish and glinted whenever it caught the light. The bear had never seen a chastity cage in real life before, but wasn't so naive as to not recognize one on sight. He must have been staring despite his best efforts, because Abasi commented on it and broke him out of his stupor.

"Can't have little one's playing with themselves all day. I keep spares too, so we'll get you fitted with one before you get diapered up," the lion told him. "Just for the weekend." The maned fur's eyes settled downward on Sylas' half-erect penis. The mottled pink flesh of his hardness had entreated a few inches into the open air. He self-conciously shifted his weight and turned to the side, so that his thigh would conceal it a bit better, but there was no hiding his body's natural interest in the vaguely erotic scene playing out before him. "And don't be embarrassed, that happens to every cub occasionally."

The pointing it out only made Sylas flush more furiously. He noticed his friend subtly turn his head to catch a glimpse of it.

Abasi folded the diaper up over Faraji's locked genitals and, with a series of rapid but precise motions, taped the tabs into place. The younger cat shifted and wriggled back into a seated position, diaper rustling loudly with each movement he made.

"Your turn," the feline that was more than twice Sylas' age told him. "Go on and lay down, and do just as I say. I will take care of the rest. Abasi looks after his pride and you're in the family now, as far as I'm concerned."

The bear plopped down on the carpet and laid on his back. Now it was his friend's turn to watch him. He did his best to will his erection to deflate and the utter humiliation of the moment did the remainder of the work for him. Abasi kneeled down by his foot-paws and had him spread his knees for easier access to his genitals. The lion produced a shiny chastity device from his pocket, identical to the one worn by Faraji, complete with lock and key. Sylas almost got hard all over again as his best friend's dad's paw-pads made contact with his sensitive sheath and sac. With finesse, the lion fitted the tiny prison around his ward's sheath and clicked the lock shut.

It was a strange new sensation- feeling restraints around his maleness. He kind of liked it. Under more private circumstances he would be willing to experiment further. However, the lack of choice in the matter provided a certain thrill that he couldn't deny.

"Don't worry, it is only for a few days while you're here. I'll unlock you and give you your clothes back before you leave, but for the meantime: my house, my rules," he said in a firm and friendly tone as he lifted a slender chain necklace from beneath his shirt. A small key hung from it identical to the one that had sealed away the bear's arousal. He added the second key to it and replaced the necklace against his plush chest-fur. "Now I need you to lift up your butt."

The grizzly hoisted his hips from the floor while his keeper fluffed up the pink padding. Abasi slipped it beneath him and puffed out a plume of powder across his nether region. With the same practiced skill that he diapered his son with, the lion padded the bear. Within seconds, he was playfully drumming his claws along the plastic shell of the diaper along his groin. Sylas shivered as he felt the muted pressure of the taps through the padding. Finally, Abasi grabbed the bear's ankles together and held them high to give his rump a playful swat of his palm, which connected with a dull thud. It blossomed a cloud of powder.

Sylas and his friend rose in unison.

"You two look adorable together-"

"Dad..." Faraji whined with a sigh. It was strange for Sylas to see him so childish in front of his father. It was a side of his friend that he had never seen before, standing in stark contrast to his normal assertiveness. The pout was partially in jest, and even in his embarrassment Sylas could sense the underlying confidence in the young lion's pose. Between the two of them, he was far more in his element than the grizzly was.

"Well, what do you think? Soon you'll be a soggy brat, just like my boy. Not so bad being back in diapers, is it?" Abasi asked with an award winning smile.

"I guess not," the bear responded politely. Truth be told, he actually didn't mind it too much. It was thoroughly humiliating being padded up like he was almost two decades younger than he actually was, but the fact that his friend was with him in the same state made it bearable. That said, the cushioned lining of the padding was soft and inviting against his junk; the scent of powder sent a wave of nostalgia through the ursine that he didn't know he was capable of feeling. His friend did look incredibly cute too. He felt his sheath strain against the unyielding bars of the cage as he plumped and found that he was leaking pre. He hoped that the scent of the powder would conceal the embarrassingly aroused pheromones wafting from him.

"Can we play some video games and watch cartoons, dad?" Faraji asked.

"Sure, but only for a bit and nothing too violent. Don't think I don't know about your secret stash of games. Eventually I want you to move to something a bit more creative and constructive, like coloring or playing a bit more actively. I'll be in and out to check on you and see if either of you need a change. I'll be back in a few with some snacks" Abasi whistled merrily as he left the room.

The grizzly bear waited until the elder cat was comfortably out of earshot.

"Now I see why you never invited me over all of these years. I can't believe he makes you wear these," he said to his friend, looking down at his pink padding.

"Yeah-" Faraji chuckled nervously, ears twitching.

"Full disclosure- I knew you wore diapers, but I always assumed it was, like...medical. You know?"

"I guess it kind of is now. I'm so used to wearing them that holding it can be a little difficult. But it started out a bit more complicated than that. Basically I was just a small cub when my mom got sick, so that's why I don't have any brothers or sisters. My dad always looked forward to caring for a whole litter of kittens, so her passing away hit him even harder than it otherwise would have."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I was so little when she died that I don't remember her at all. Anyway, I guess it took a little extra long to potty train me since I loved running around in just my diaper until I was well into grade school. After finally teaching me to use the toilet, my dad decided to let me have my fun when it was just us. He got to indulge his desire to care for cubs while I was at it, and it just kind of stuck. So here we are a decade and a half later. He can be a bit overbearing-"

"Just a bit," the bear injected with a snort.

"But it's nice being taken care of. The diapers are super comfortable for gaming too. No bathroom breaks."

"I think I will still use the bathroom."

"Good luck, but I don't think my dad will go for it. I know just what he'll say: That's what your diapers are for, silly!" He chuckled at his own imitation, which wasn't far off.

Sylas didn't respond. Wearing a diaper and having been put in one by the more adult lion was definitely embarrassing enough. He wasn't sure if he could deal with wetting himself all weekend. Maybe he would just sneak into the bathroom whenever Abasi wasn't around to catch and scold him. The bear got distracted from the thought by looking at his friend's ass, as the cat had his butt up in the air while he was on all fours gathering controllers and choosing a video game to pop into the console. The feline picked a suitable title and within a few minutes they were playing games like normal teenage furs. Within an hour Sylas was having such a good time with his friend that he nearly forgot that he was laying mostly naked on his belly, foot-paws kicking in tandem above his rump, in his friend's living room wearing nothing but a diaper and a chastity cage locked by his friend's dad. True to his word, Abasi came in every now and again to check on the pair and even brought them snacks in the form of cookies and juice from sippy cups. It was strangely relaxing to be catered to like a cub, even if he couldn't keep from blushing everytime Faraji or his father glanced at him and saw him clad in only an oversized diaper.

The sun started to set and painted the sky with blazing orange and brilliant purple. The glint of the low hanging sun coming through the large, picture windows of the living room made the bear realize that any fur jogging by the house would have had an excellent view of his padded hindquarters and he wasn't sure if that had happened at some point. If it had, he just had to hope that it wasn't someone they knew and that no photos were taken to circulate about the internet. Just as he was about to mention it to Faraji and see if they could draw the curtains, Abasi sauntered in wearing an apron over his muscular frame.

"Dinner is just about ready guys. Why don't you turn that off and toddle into the kitchen." As they stood and waddled toward the kitchen the lion stopped each of them in turn and felt their crotches with an open palm. "Still dry?" He asked the grizzly, who awkwardly fidgeted as he was being checked. "You're a bit damp, but that diaper can definitely hold for a while longer," he added to his son with a smile and a nod."

Sylas hadn't even noticed that at some point in the last few hours his friend had casually wet himself as they gamed.. He quickly realized that over the years this was probably a rather common occurrence. The thought for some reason excited him, as he imagined the lion dribbling pee from his trapped sheath into his padding.Then he snapped to the realization that Faraji's orgasms must be few and far in between. He wondered if there was a casual way to ask him how and when he was able to paw without coming off as invasive. The bear knew his friend was also gay like he was, albeit leaning top rather than bottom, but if their private chats were to be believed over the years he was also a virgin. As was the ursine.

When Sylas and Faraji entered the kitchen, they found a pair of giant high chairs, each individually crafted by a capable carpenter and brightly painted. One was more well worn than the other. Without hesitation the bear's friend went to that one and climbed into it. Sylas nervously followed his friend's lead and took a seat next to him, but the insistence on being treated like someone so young was getting to be a bit much for him. Abasi came in and set a plate of pasta on the tray in front of each of them. The bear looked about for utensils, but found none.

"Where did you get these, uh...Sir?" He didn't know the polite way to address his friend's father. Using his first name felt too familiar.

"Dad made them!" The younger cat informed him with obvious pride. "He made my bed too. He sells specially crafted furniture online as his job."

"That's right, I am quite the craftsman." Abasi beamed. "But enough about work. It's dinner time. I can't very well feed each of you at the same time. Think you can manage for yourself tonight, Faraji, and I'll take care of your little friend?"

"Sure thing, pops!"

"It's alright; I can feed myself," the bear said meekly.

"Oh, hush! I promised I'd look after you this weekend and that's what I intend to do. Don't worry about getting a bit messy, boys, we still have bathtime in a little bit, so I can clean up any splatter then."

Bathtime!?

Abasi procured a fork and twisted up a long string of saucy pasta into a messy orb. It gushed and dripped as he lifted it toward this younger anthro's muzzle. Sylas looked over at Faraji and found the other teen joyfully grabbing fistfuls of pasta and shoveling them into his maw, smearing his muzzle with streaks of tomato and garlic.

"Open up! The train is pulling into the station." The lion imitated the chugging of a locomotive engine complete with a loud steam whistle while pumping his free arm as he barreled the hefty mouthful of food toward the teen's mouth. Given the choice between getting a faceful of seasoned sauce or submitting to being fed, he chose the latter and managed to part his lips just in time for the bite to enter his muzzle. He swiftly chewed and swallowed as another bite came in. Dinner continued in this vein until he was stuffed full and ready to laze around until his food coma subsided. The older fur blotted each of their faces reasonably clean with a damp napkin.

He folded up their tray tables. Then, with a puff of effort, hoisted his son from the highchair and hefted his body against his shoulder, supporting him beneath his padded rump with one paw while Faraji leaned sleepily against his upper body. "You might be a bit too heavy for me to carry at the same time as my son, cub," he said with a toothy smile at the grizzly bear. He held out his paw instead to help Sylas climb down from his raised seat, but didn't let go once his foot-paws were firmly on the linoleum.

They wandered back out to the living room. Abasi procured a pair of bouncers from the closet and set them up in front of the television. He strapped his son into the seat at the wrists and ankles, leaving him to squirm. He then did the same with the other youth who writhed against his bindings.

"These should keep you out of trouble while I shower and wind down for the evening," the hunting cat stated as he went over to the TV and selected a colorful cartoon to stream. The show was one that Sylas remembered watching in his early years, full of action and super heroes. He and Faraji used to excitedly chat about Saturday morning's episode every weekend when they played in the elementary school jungle gym. Before leaving, the feline treated them both with a cup of soda to enjoy their entertainment with. A long, looping crazy straw from the screw-on lid of each cup coiled its way just in each of their muzzles so they could drink without being freed. Their foot-paws dangled helplessly several inches from the floor. The humiliation of being bound in a diaper like a cub quickly subsided in a potent wave of nostalgia.

Halfway into the second episode they watched, all of the juice and cola started to catch up with the bear. He started to fidget restlessly and hold his knees together. He couldn't very well sneak off to the bathroom while strapped down in the bouncer. And even if he could, his friend's father was in there showering and would surely see, hear, or smell him in there. Faraji noticed his fretfulness and gave him a sidelong glance.

"Just wet yourself," he encouraged with an impish smile. "I've done it all day everyday for pretty much my whole life. The world isn't going to end because you are embarrassed to pee in a diaper."

"It might be easy for you, but it's new to me," Sylas answered. For some reason the casual way that Faraji talked about pissing himself made the other adolescent blush. Even thinking about saying the word "diaper" in relation to himself made him wriggle with strange, mixed feelings. He bit his lower lip and shook his head, trying to distract himself with the show.

It was a losing battle. Each minute that passed felt like an eternity and so he was practically shaking with the need to relieve himself. He tensed, feeling his resolve waver. His eyes popped wide as he felt a crack in the dam. The slightest trickle escaped the tip of his sheath. Warmth and dampness blossomed across the lining of the diaper for the brief instant that he lost control. After that one spurt to alleviate pressure, he was able to regain his composure momentarily, but after feeling the sweet release for only a second, the urge intensified. He whimpered, and finally lost full control. Another short spray escaped him, and that drizzle erupted into a full stream of urine. He had held it in long enough that it was a powerful flow that audibly hissed against the pillowy padding. He released so much at once that he even smelled the scent of his mark above the powder. He couldn't contain his sigh, and groaned as he rolled his head back in relief. The diaper squished around his genitals; warm, wet, and strangely enjoyable. He felt beads of piss trickle out of the diaper along his inner thigh, having flooded enough to max out the diaper's immediate capacity.

Faraji snickered as the look of total relief upon Sylas face twisted into shocked embarrassment as he realized he'd sprung a leak.

"Sorry. I should have told you that if you have to go a whole lot, it is best to let it out a little bit at a time to prevent, erm...failures. That vacant look on your face while you peed was priceless though."

"I guess I'm not as practiced at wetting myself as you," he quipped in return, earning himself a taunt by the way of a stuck out tongue.

Sylas was stuck sitting in his puddle for the better part of an hour. The saturated padding squished up against him as he swayed and bounced. The diaper eventually wicked away most of his urine, but his fur was left feeling warm and wet. Abasi returned smelling fresh and clean. His pelt had a damp shine to it, and his normally full mane was weighed down by the residual moisture of his recent shower. He wore nothing but a long rolled up towel across the back of his neck and over his shoulders, and loose gray pajama pants; the drawstring of which was left dangling, untied, so that their waist was slung low. The fabric barely held to his muscular hips, hanging in the curvature below where his gut met his groin in an athletic V. Another inch down and the grizzly would have been able to see the tip of his sheath. A bulge in the shape of his impressive testicles was visible between his thighs. His tufted tail curled up into an S behind him as he sauntered into the room.

"I think it's about time you boys had a bath yourselves," he said, ruffling his son's mane. "Then you can play a bit longer before you need to get ready for bed."

"But dad," he whined, dragging out the syllable. "It's a weekend and I've got a friend over! Can't we stay up late and watch a movie?"

"Tell you what: if you two are on your best behavior, and we get your biannual home physical done before you go back to playing, we can push your bedtime by a little bit this once. Deal?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Good!" Abasi started by unstrapping Faraji and hoisting him out of the chair, then moved to the bear to help him climb down as well. He noted the twin damp splotches from where Sylas' thighs had pressed out excess pee on the seat of the bouncer and raised his brows with a fatherly smile. He placed a paw between the grizzly's legs and hefted the full weight of the sodden diaper. It squished and sloshed under his touch, expelling excess moisture against his fur like a squeezed sponge. "Not so bad, is it? You catch on fast. How about you?" He checked Faraji as well and nodded. "Also quite soggy, eh? Well, that's good, means we got our full use out of these."

He led them each by the paw into the bathroom. Whereas most of the house was cozy and neat, but not particularly fancy, the felines' bathroom was something to behold. It was as large as a bedroom with a tub set into the floor that you stepped down into, a separate shower encased in frosted glass, and even a separate nook for the toilet. There were a couple of cushioned benches as well, shelves lined with plush towels in an array of colors, and Sylas had never seen someone have a television in the bathroom before, let alone one with speakers in every corner. On a slightly raised wooden floor, separate from the gilt marble of the rest of the bath, there was an exercise bike and a set of weights.

"Most dads go all out on their hobbies. Mine likes exercise, and he built his home gym and sauna," Faraji informed his friend while he gawked at the setup.

"Everyone needs a hobby," Abasi added cheerfully as he turned on several faucets and drew a bath. He poured in some soap as it filled, and swirled it around with bubbling jets until the top of the basin was steaming and filled with giant wisps of foam. The lion waved his charges over to a cushioned mat on the floor by his exercise equipment. Once they had plopped down with different levels of enthusiasm and apprehension, the lion crouched down and quickly freed the tabs on their diapers. He rolled the used padding up and set them aside. "Careful of the slippery floor now," he said, gently, offering each of his nude charges a paw to help steady themselves.

He led them to the tub and helped them step into the churning water. Due to his steadily waning shame, it was the first time that Sylas had felt truly relaxed all afternoon. The hot water set about removing the tenseness of his muscles as surely as it did the sweat and dirt of the day. He practically melted into the bath and looked over at his friend. Through the fog of steam and mountainous drifts of soapy suds he found the feline looking back at him with a contented smile on his face. The lion suddenly flushed deeply, his ears turning redder than even the heat of the bath should make them, and he glanced away.

"I'll go get some shampoo for you boys," Abasi announced after squeezing a bottle into his palm and getting nothing but a wet sputter in return. "Try not to splash too much while I'm gone. I'll be right back."

"Thanks for not bailing on me as a friend when you found out how weird this all would be. I half expected you to take off the first chance you got," Faraji admitted.

"I wouldn't leave, especially not after how willing you were to help me out by letting me stay here. And you're kind of cute in that diaper," Sylas teased in return.

The lion shifted. He leaned back, limbs splayed wide and unashamed of his nudity. His feline genitals bobbed with the motion of the water, drawing the bear's eyes down to his lap. Just through the hazy soapy water he could just make out the cat's plump, caged sheath. The crimson tip of his stifled erection pressed against its binds. The sight of his friend's maleness made Sylas suddenly fixated on his own exposed, captive length. It pulsed, throbbing uselessly against the bars. He shrewdly changed positions until he could cover himself with one paw in a natural pose.

"Plus, If I took off now, I'd never get out of this thing either," he added, nodding down at his lap.

Abasi returned with a new bottle of shampoo in paw. He squirted out a dollop and lathered it between his paws before placing one on top of each teens head and ruffling their fur. Soon each youth's head was scrubbed clean and adorned with a crown of bubbles. He dunked each of their heads at the same time to rinse them off. His son started to giggle when he then moved onto their torsos. Sylas squirmed at the tickling sensation of fingers running across his belly and beneath his arms. A resurgence of self-consciousness jolted through the ursine. It had peaked earlier, when he had his cock locked away, and slowly abated since, but being bathed by the attractive, masculine lion made him immediately aware of his shortcomings. He felt like a cub with an immature crush that he didn't know how to handle, or as if it were his first time stripping showering for gym class. This feeling only intensified further as his friend's dad's paw washed lower and lower, crawling steadily toward his groin.

The bear's eyes widened when it rubbed past his shaft and beneath his testicles. Then under him and back up through his cleft, prodding fleetingly at his tailhole with a soapy digit before continuing onward. His body was completely rigid. It both felt like it took an eternity and passed entirely too quickly. Before long, the scrubbing had moved onto his legs and foot-paws. Any tenseness in his body that didn't get melted out of him in the heat of the bath was massaged away by Abasi. Once bathtime had ended he rubbed them down vigorously with towels large enough that they were able to drape them around their naked bodies like cloaks.

The older feline gathered supplies to once again thickly diaper each of the boys.

Instead of just stopping there as he had earlier, Abasi also retrieved a bundle of items from a nearby cabinet. He returned with plush padded mitts and boots. Each could be cinched tight at the wrists and ankles, and locked in place with a simple strap threaded through a pair of rings. The outside of the mitts and boots each had a brightly colored paw print sewn onto it; pink to match the bear's diaper, and azure for his friend. The lion equipped his son first, who sat on one of the benches and held each paw forth dutifully. Slyas noticed that there were a layer of blunted spikes on the soles of the boots, which looked like they would make standing and walking a painful ordeal, if not completely impossible. Afterward Abasi turned toward the teenage ursine.

Sylas swallowed anxiously.

"Don't worry, little bear. Faraji has to wear the crawling booties in the evening to keep in line, but I only have the one pair with spikes. You might still want to crawl about if the fluff in them makes it difficult to walk normally, but just because you are following the house rules doesn't mean you have to act quite as small and cute as my boy," the cat assured him with a grin.

The bear took a seat on the bench as his pal shuffled over to give him some space. Sylas' fresh diaper crinkled noisily against the wooden seat. It only took seconds to bind his paws. The thick stuffing sufficiently eliminated all of his fine motor skills. The grizzly would be lucky if he could carefully lift a cup between his paws without spilling. He tried to stand and abruptly fell back onto his rump. Maybe it would be easier to walk again when he was on carpet, rather than smooth stonework.

"These should keep you boys from getting into any trouble for the rest of tonight. Just wait until it's time to get ready for bed and you get your pacifiers in. You'll be positively adorable! But first, I believe that Faraji agreed to get his health check done this evening. You can join us too, fluffbutt. It'll be more fun than it sounds. I promise."

(To be continued...)