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Vanen scrutinized the email displayed on his phone, double-checking the address as he stepped off of the bus. Sure enough, the location was correct. The red panda was standing outside of a beachside resort just beyond city limits. He gazed at the luxurious cabins spaced out along the shoreline. Each was barely visible from the next with sparkling waves and glittering, golden sands behind them. It struck him as an odd location to need a cubsitter. Why pay a small fortune for a vacation only to bring a kid along and need a stranger to watch over them? Wouldn't it make more sense to just leave any toddlers behind to be looked after by friends or family while on your weekend getaway?

Not that Vanen was complaining. Since he would be required to stay overnight it was far better than anything he could have expected. Not only was the anthro who hired him vastly overpaying, but apparently the red panda would be spending 48 hours looking after a cub in a veritable paradise. The work could've been in a run down shack for all that it mattered. The job offer was posted just before his bills were due. Those had been piling up for months while his bank account dwindled. Rent, groceries, electricity, phone, internet, student loans, and more. The young adult was rapidly getting to the point where he needed to pick and choose which debts to pay and which to forgo each month.

Two days looking after a wealthy fur's rambunctious offspring would be all that it would take to climb out of that hole and reset his finances.

Confident that he had found the right spot, he trotted along the beach with a rucksack of everything he would need for a couple of nights until he came to the correct cabin number. He had barely rapped once on the door when it swept open.

A handsome lion leaned against the doorframe. He was a few inches taller than Vanen at about six feet, and a bit heftier too- maybe topping out around 200 lbs. His deep brown mane was neatly tied back beneath a wicker sun hat, and his extra long tail swished excitedly behind him. The tuft at its tip flickered in and out of view. He wore white khaki shorts and a short-sleeved, button-up emerald green shirt that complimented his handsome chestnut eyes. Vanen was in his late twenties and the anthro grinning at him looked to be roughly the same age. From the post online and the email correspondence between them, the red panda knew his name was Rai.

It was a shame the attractive feline was hiring a sitter, Vanen thought; it meant he was less likely to be in the market for a male partner. However, the interested glint in his eye as he looked his new employee up and down suggested otherwise.

"You must be Vanen," Rai said in a friendly tone. "Looks like I got lucky on who responded to my ad." The red panda blushed. "It's too hot out here. Come on in and I'll grab us some water while we chat for a bit about all the ins and outs before you get started."

Vanen shook his host's paw before following him inside and shutting the door behind him. It felt good to be in an air conditioned space after the hot, summer bus ride.The interior of the cabin was as gorgeous as the view outside. Everything was sleek, modern, and minimalist, letting the beauty of the surroundings speak for themselves with massive windows looking out over the beach. Any individual furnishing looked like it could cost more than a month's rent in his own apartment. As the red panda gingerly sat on the couch with his ringed tail lying along the cushion beside him, he took an offered glass. It perspired cold and wet in his paw. The cat clinked his own cup against Vanen's with a grin.

"To a wonderful weekend," Rai celebrated, as if they were going to be spending time together rather than Vanen looking after his little lion cub. After a big swig of water and refreshed sigh the feline looked over to his potential employee again. "Since you responded to the ad, should I assume you are okay with everything that was listed?"

"Of course," Vanen chirped, draining his own beverage. Rai quickly reached to refill it from a decanter.

Bedtime stories, diaper changes, feeding, outdoor playtime...it all seemed pretty normal to him. Vanen had never actually looked after a cub before, but it couldn't be too hard. He was fun and easy going. His friends often liked to joke that he was somewhat of an oversized toddler himself with how excitable, curious, and adventurous he could be.

"Excellent! I know this whole situation is a bit unorthodox. I travel for work, so I'm constantly on the go," Rai explained unprompted.

"What is it that you do?"

"I'm a travel critic. I write a bi-weekly column reviewing up-and-coming vacation hot spots, so sometimes I don't even know exactly when I'm leaving or where to or for how long until a day or two before my flight. It's surprisingly hectic when I'm supposed to critique places to relax. If I was still back at home I'd have a few friends lining up for this sort of thing for free, but travel makes it difficult to make social connections quickly so I thought I'd try paying for it. Glad I decided too." Rai winked.

Vanen was a little impressed that he knew furs who would be eager to work an entire weekend looking after a cub for free. Very good friends, he supposed.

"How'd you get into doing this sort of stuff?" The lion probed, leaning back on the sofa. He stretched his arms across the top of the cushion and splayed his legs. He seemed utterly at ease in the company of strangers and exuded a casual confidence.

"Well, I guess I probably shouldn't admit this since the pay is so good and I don't want you to kick me out and hire someone more competent instead, but this is actually my first time. I just really need the money. I can't imagine it'll be too hard. Not that I won't try, that is. And it honestly does sound like it will be a fun experience."

Rai's eyes widened in shock.

"Your first time and you're diving in headfirst, eh? Don't worry about that. I'll enjoy walking you through it. And we're stuck with each other at any rate. You're the only one that answered the post. Oh- I drafted an employment contract," he produced a couple sheets of paper and started pointing at items on the pages. Meanwhile Vanen was baffled that nobody else was interested in cashing a fat check for only two days of work. "Mandatory tasks are listed there, pay is confirmed there, it needs a signature down here, and a date there."

It seemed oddly formal for a babysitting gig, but with how much he was paying, the red panda wasn't about to argue with him. He skimmed the page just to make sure this wasn't some elaborate scam. A couple of odd phrasings caught his eye.

"...wait," Vanen said. "There must be some typos here; this makes it sound like I'll be getting my diaper changed, not changing diapers. And it also makes it seem like you'll be around the whole time. I don't mean to be rude, I'm just a little curious: Why hire a sitter in the first place if you're planning on being around anyway?" Then he realized he hadn't yet seen the cub. "Where is your kid, by the way? I'd love to meet the rascal."

Rai set down his glass, his brow furrowing.

"I think there has been a misunderstanding," the lion said slowly. "The ad I posted was to try to find someone to roleplay as a toddler I'm looking after for the weekend. It's to indulge a sexual fetish."

Vanen's jaw dropped. Not at the revelation itself- he was quite "live-and-let-live" when it came to kink- but that the cash he had expected to use to pay his bills was evaporating before his eyes. He needed money and he needed it fast. It wasn't too late for him to catch a return bus and maybe find another weekend gig.

"Sorry. I hope you find someone to do...whatever it is that you're looking for. I've got to find a job quickly though. I should get going." The red panda shrugged and rose, ears drooping in disappointment. His mind shot back to the number on the contract. He paused and glanced again at the paper on the coffee table. It was so much money to simply walk away from. What would he do for it? Could he wear a diaper for two days and be treated like a tiny cub the whole time? It would be embarrassing, sure, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. Calling Rai 'Daddy' would be something he'd be willing to do for free, albeit under very different circumstances.

The feline noted his hesitancy. Rai was equally disappointed and watched him as he prepared to leave. Vanen was undeniably adorable. His many facial markings highlighted and exaggerated his every expression, giving him a wide-eyed, youthful appearance. The lion almost expected to see his lip quiver when he touched on his financial worry and wanted nothing more than to embrace and calm him. The cat could also tell that there was an underlying curiosity there. Vanen wasn't exactly rushing to leave despite his awkward apology.

Rai considered that perhaps both of their weekends could be salvaged. He didn't mind massaging the budding curiosity out of a boy. Introducing a fur to their little side was one of the simple pleasures of being a dominant caregiver.

They walked shoulder to shoulder toward the door. They stopped and faced each other in unison.

"You know-"

"Hey, how about-"

Vanen blushed and meekly looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with one paw.

The lion felt the familiar flutter he got when an adult-cub submitted to him. A smirk played at the edge of his muzzle.

"You first," Rai said. He wanted to hear Vanen ask for it.

"I was thinking. Even though I don't think I'm- I mean I'm definitely not! - curious about it, I do need the money. If you're willing to give me a shot, I wouldn't mind...acting for you, I suppose. As a-a-a kid," he stuttered. He suddenly felt self-conscious of his language, realizing exactly what he was offering.

"I was going to suggest just that!" Rai responded, beaming. "You'll get a whole new experience. And be fairly paid, of course, If you're lucky you just might like it too. I'll go easy on you," he lied with a wink. The lion planned on dropping Vanen right into the thick of things. "You just have to sign the contract promising to forfeit your pay if you opt out early."

The red panda balled his paws into fists at his sides, trying to force himself to commit to the humiliation. With a rush of resolve, he darted back over to the coffee table and scribbled his messy signature complete with the day's date and time.

"48 hours, starting now," Vanen confirmed. "What do I need to do?"

"First, I need everything you brought with you," Rai told him simply.

Vanen was apprehensive about handing over his possessions to a stranger, but after a few seconds hesitation he realized he didn't have much of a choice and relinquished his backpack, phone, and wallet.

"Clothing too," Rai prompted.

The red panda blushed more fiercely than before but again thought of the money. He stripped off his t-shirt bearing the faded logo of his favorite rock band and his cargo shorts. He stood, one arm timidly crossing his midsection and grabbing his opposing elbow, in only his underwear. The tight blue trunks with white piping highlighted every contour of his pouch, and he immediately wished he had worn something a little more modest when dressing that morning. At least he hadn't worn something embarrassing like boxer-shorts covered in super hero emblems (of which he had multiple pairs).

"I believe I said everything," Rai asserted patiently as he stuffed his temporary cub's clothing and belongings into his pack. "Lose those undies, kiddo."

With the massive, floor to ceiling panes of glass along more than one wall he already felt extremely exposed. Even though the cabins were wide apart, at any moment summer beach-goers could crest a sand dune and see him. There was an undeniable thrill to the potential exposure even as it wracked his nerves. After only a brief hesitation he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slipped them off, kicking them over to his host while standing starkly naked. His member was a bit below average in size, which he was acutely aware of at that second. He was unsure if he was more embarrassed by its snicker-worthy size or the fact that it was inexplicably plump with the beginning stages of arousal.

"There is just a bit of preparation we have to do before we begin. Wait here. I'll return shortly."

The lion disappeared down the hallway and returned seconds later with a luggage case.

"This is my just-in-case-case," Rai quipped with a chuckle, "I bring it with me whenever I travel." He unzipped it with great enthusiasm. It opened to reveal a plethora of kink equipment. The gear included, among other things, both ball and ring gags, buttplugs, chastity cages, dildos, paddles, crops, flogs, whips, spreader bars, ropes, chains, cuffs, collars, and much, much more.

The feline reached in and withdrew a chastity cage. It was a compact lattice of steel bars that would be tight even around the red panda's unremarkable maleness. Rai unceremoniously squished Vanen's penis into the device and fit the ring behind his scrotum. His paw pads were warm and velvety on the red panda's junk, causing Vanen to fidget. Outside of sex partners , he wasn't used to someone so casually handling his genitals. The fit was a tight squeeze and forced the smaller anthro's testicles forward uncomfortably. There was a miniscule brass padlock holding the apparatus together which the lion clicked shut. Vanen swallowed nervously when he realized that he hadn't seen the key and would have no idea where Rai would've hidden it even if he were to find time to go searching- further incentive to see the weekend through to its completion.

"Good boys keep their paws out of their diapers," Rai said, giving the cage a playful flick. "But, this will help reinforce that. I like my lads to stay chaste. Makes them squirm all the more when we're playing. The basic gist of the weekend was everything you thought you were going to do while looking after a cub, only as the cub and with some kinky fun on top. And don't forget that the list of duties and expectations contained punishments for fussy cubs. Now let's get you into a proper diaper. I think I have some that will perfectly fit your size." Beneath the pile of equipment in the suitcase was a pack of adult diapers, already torn open with a couple missing. Rai pulled one out and held it up for Vanen to see. It was white but covered with a pattern of pastel blocks emblazoned with letters and numbers. He also produced a bottle of powder and gave it a quick squeeze that caused a plume of floral-scented dust to burst up and speckle his mane. "Lay down on the couch and we'll get you in this in no time."

Vanen did as instructed. The lion fluffed the diaper between his paws, making it crinkle loudly. He set it aside and grabbed each of the red panda's ankles and lifted his legs up and apart. Vanen had never felt more vulnerable than with his legs splayed and his captive junk on display while the fully dressed feline leered down at him.

"Hold these for a second, please," he instructed, and the red panda grabbed beneath each of his knees, hoisting up his backside and showing off his hindquarters. Rai admired the view of his cleft and back-sac before he slipped the diaper beneath his charge's rump. He then allowed Vanen to lower himself onto the pillowy lining. Rai took care to thread the red panda's voluminous tail through the groove intended for it, then shook out a puff of powder to dust Vanen's nether regions. He folded the front of the diaper up over the red panda's crotch and stretched each tab carefully into place. He even went as far as to wriggle a finger between the leg and the groin to make sure it was a proper fit. The tickling sensation made his temporary little writhe as he struggled to contain his unmasculine giggles.

It was a queer feeling to have the plush interior of a diaper pressed down all around his butt and genitals, but not as uncomfortable as Vanen would have assumed. The diaper was bulky enough that it would surely affect Vanen's gait (he already felt it pushing unnaturally against his inner thighs). He'd be surprised if he'd be able to get his shorts back on over the disposable underwear if he was allowed to wear them. He wriggled up into a seated position. Whenever he shifted even slightly he heard an obnoxious rustling from his own waist, as the plastic swept noisily against the couch and the ruffled waistband brushed his pelt about his back and belly.

"I hope you don't mind if I grab a pic or two," Rai said, raising his cell phone to do so without waiting for an answer. Vanen had only heartbeats to cover his face with his paws before he heard the shutter-snap sound effect. "Absolutely adorable!" The lion complimented his pose, as if he had done it for reasons other than to hide his identity in case that photo ever got leaked. "I'll make sure I send them to you when our weekend is through. No need to be shy about your diapers, by the way. You'll grow used to them soon enough, little one. Now to add just a little bit of gear to make the outfit complete and get you used to what you'll be wearing."

The red panda sat on the couch while his host fetched several pieces of gear from his fetish case. Vanen's paws didn't quite reach the floor and he was left kicking them nervously in the air. Before long Rai found a pair of cuffs and latched them securely around his cub's ankles with a spreader bar between them. The chrome pole was set far enough apart that the padded fur would still be able to walk, albeit with more of a waddle due to each leg swinging wide, knees locked to prevent tripping. The feline also produced a pair of thickly stuffed mittens that cinched tightly around Vanen's wrists, preventing their removal.

"That's a good start for now, but I may add more later," The cat explained cheerfully as he tapped Vanen playfully on the snoot. "Unfortunately, I do have a little left to write on my column so I can't play with you just yet, but I have just the thing to help you pass the time. Watch this video while you wait."

Rai turned on a large, flat screen television that was mounted on one of the few walls that wasn't an enormous window. He remotely connected his cell phone to it to display a video and plugged in a pair of noise-canceling headphones to the phone jack, which he promptly fit over Vanen's large, tufted ears. He fingered the touch screen until he found the file he wanted projected on the screen. Immediately a series of spinning concentric circles appeared. The looping video was accompanied by a soft, droning ambient tract.

"Have fun watching your 'cartoon,' champ! Don't get into any trouble and I'll be back before you know it." With those parting words Rai disappeared into another room.

Well, Vanen thought, this is more boring than I expected, but I guess a paycheck is a paycheck. He plopped back onto the couch, the diaper on his rump cushioning the fall, and watched the spinning screen, waiting for something to happen, assuming it was just a fancy production logo before a show, but after several seconds it showed no signs of fading into a different animation. He hoped it would not be that boring for the entirety of it. Luckily, it was only a few dozen seconds of watching the swirling pattern and listening to the tuneless, electronic hum that Rai returned and switched off the television.

"Sorry I took so long. These articles can be very tedious," the lion shrugged apologetically.

Confused, the red panda looked out the window to see the sun significantly lower in the sky than when he had arrived. He looked at the clock. Hours had passed. It was, somehow, already mid-afternoon. He started to stir but was overcome with the urge to stretch, as though his muscles had held a position for entirely too long. His stomach grumbled, his body trying to tell him that he had skipped lunch.

"It's still a bit early to do dinner, but I'll get you a snack and then we can have a bit of fun this afternoon," Rai suggested, beaming. He moved to the kitchenette of the cabin and retrieved a large juice box and a few pieces of fruit. He diced the apple and banana into bite sized pieces and mixed them in a small bowl with some fresh berries, then brought the snack to his charge.

Vanen looked at his mitts and wondered how he was supposed to eat. He couldn't very well pick up the morsels between his padded paws. Rai noticed his confusion and chuckled.

"Open up!" The cat encouraged, plucking a plump strawberry from the fruit salad. He made noises like a steam locomotive as he piloted the morsel through the air as though it were on railroad tracks barrelling toward Vanen's muzzle.

Vanen opened his mouth, about to ask if being fed was really necessary, but before he got a word out the lion popped the treat into his muzzle. He chewed on it. Swallowed. It was delicious, and he didn't resist as his caregiver continued feeding him bites of fruit until all that was left in the bowl was sticky juice. Rai stabbed the juice box with its straw and carefully handed it to the diapered anthro, who hugged it clumsily between his mitts.

"Don't spill, little one, I don't want to have to explain the property damage to my boss," Rai said. "Drink that down and I'll get something for you to wear when we go out and have some fun."

Vanen stopped slurping his juice box with a cough.

"Go out!?" He sputtered.

"It was in the ad," the feline responded matter-of-factly. "But I will let you pick where you get your exercise today. Playground or beach?"

The red panda considered his options. He could leave, and forgo his pay feeling nothing more than the shame of being clad in only a diaper. He could visit the playground, which might have others around. Or he could visit the beach. The latter seemed like the best option. With how far apart the cabins were spaced they would need to walk a while before risking too much exposure.

"The beach," Vanen answered, unenthusiastically.

"Perfect!"

Rai left the room and returned just as Vanen was finishing his juice. He brought a shirt with blue and white horizontal stripes with matching sailor hat emblazoned with an anchor and a pair of beige, knee length short-talls that snapped at the crotch.

"These will look awfully cute on you don't you think? I can get you a swim diaper and some floaties if you want to go in the water...?"

Vanen shook his head emphatically no.

Rai snapped his fingers and sighed in mock disappointment. He helped dress the red panda, who blushed furiously at being put in such demeaning and immature attire while the shirt was being tugged down over his head. Between his short stature and the outfit he could almost (but not quite) pass for being young, which was even more embarrassing since his diaper made a prominent and unmistakable bulge beneath his short-talls. The lion provided him with another juice box for their walk and temporarily removed the spreader bar between his ankles, promising to reapply it when they returned. Finally he clipped a cerulean ribbon to Vanen's shoulder strap that was attached to an oversized, sky-blue pacifier with a clear silicone nub that dangled down several inches in front of his belly. Rai hefted a satchel over one shoulder as he led them out the door.

Rai made Vanen hold his paw when they left the cabin and headed down a path toward the beach. The heat had waned a bit and the cool ocean spray carried on the breeze made it nearly enjoyable to toddle alongside the handsome lion. He could see the silhouettes of furs vacationing far off along the beach and had to remind himself that he was as much of an imperceptible speck to them as they were to him at that distance. He dug his toes into the warm, soft sand. He had forgotten how good it felt to just walk along the shore and enjoy the sun.

As Vanen ambled, crinkling step-by-step, he started to relax just a bit. It felt oddly good to be able to just wander along the beach while someone saw to his needs and treated him with snacks and juice. He just wished it wasn't so humiliating. He reminded himself of the money he needed whenever he began to feel self-conscious. After several minutes of trotting bare-pawed through the sand scanning the beach for cool looking sea shells and interesting pebbles, the sugary fruit juice started to catch up with him and he felt a familiar twinge in his bladder. He spied a restroom facility not far up the beach and tugged on the feline's wrists to waddle in that direction.

"What's the matter?" Rai asked, with a knowing smirk.

"I've got to pee," Vanen said, his voice was hushed despite the fact that there were no anthros within earshot. He fidgeted as if he were ready to grab his crotch and try to dance a little jig in order to help hold it in.

"Then pee," the lion laughed. "What do you think your diaper is for?"

The red panda felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had known he was going to need to relieve himself in a diaper at some point. The agreement the pair had made was pretty clear about that fact. He just didn't expect to need to do so outside in broad daylight. Beyond a brief and mortifying series of bedwetting accidents in junior high school, Vanen had never needed diapers. And even then those diapers were used as he slept, not consciously. This was going to be an entirely new experience for him.

He glanced around and gulped. Best to get it over with, since it definitely was going to happen several times over the weekend.

"Okay, he stated grimly, "Just give me a minute."

"No need to pout."

"I'm not pouting, I'm just concentrating."

"You're cute when you're embarrassed."

"I'm not 'cute.'"

"Don't lie if you don't want to be punished," Rai admonished, grinning at the crimson color that bloomed in Vanen's inner ears.

"Just let me do it,"

"I had you pegged for a brat from the moment I set eyes on you."

The red panda stuck out his tongue at Rai who stifled his laughter behind a paw. Vanen took a deep breath and sighed. It took more effort than he expected to undo years and years of reinforcement of toilet training. When the first warm spurt moistened the lining of his diaper and dampened the fur of his sac it felt strange. Not bad, but strange. Despite the need to go it was hard to force out more than a trickle at the start.

"You seem to be struggling a bit. Let me help you," Rai commented. "Tidal wave."

He spoke the last couple of words in a flat, level tone.

Without missing a beat, the red panda's ears perked up and he felt his bladder empty completely. A powerful torrent of piss soaked into his padding. He couldn't have clamped down and stopped it if he had wanted to. Its soft hiss was just audible above the ambient splashing of the waves lapping the beach. He froze in place, fighting to keep his face blank as he peed. It was a vacant look that an experienced caregiver like Rai knew well. The diaper swelled with wet warmth. It pressed out against Vanen's thighs, threatening to push them apart and make his waddle all the more obvious. From the volume of it, he worried that a trickle would escape the leg of his protection and dribble down his thigh, but as far as he could tell it didn't. The readily evident bulge of his diaper against the snug fitting short-talls grew even more visible before his flow finally waned.

The lion went down on one knee and hefted the diaper between his charge's legs. It squished warm and heavy in his palm.

"Wow! You had a lot in you. You just about maxed out that capacity in one go. Luckily, I brought a change in my bag."

"Wait! How did you do that!?" Vanen demanded, legs trembling with a mixture of relief and confusion.

"You know that little show I had you watch earlier? It has a few tricks coded into it to make it easier for first-timers. Don't worry, it's supposed to be reversible when we are done."

Vanen scowled and cocked a brow. "Supposed to be?"

"Well, none of my other boys ever wanted me to remove it. They like that I have the power to make them wet themselves just by sending them a message or whispering in their ears. It means that they could be in for an embarrassing experience if they ever decide to skip wearing a diaper."

"I hope it's reversible. I can't go the rest of my life peeing myself everytime I hear somebody say those words."

"Those aren't the only words you need to worry about," Rai winked at him, then pointedly ignored Vanen's exasperated questions about what else was involved in the hypnotic suggestions.

The red panda, despite his reservations, felt a tingle run up his spine. Having someone have that level of control over him was undeniably arousing. This was made obvious to him by the painful twitching of his captive length, fighting a losing battle against the merciless bars of the cage containing it.

Rai pulled a blanket from his pack. The lion shook the fabric wide with a flick of his wrists and let it drop to the beach, making a perfect square upon the sand.

"Why are we stopping?" The red panda asked uneasily.

"We just went over this, bud; you need a change. Lay down."

Vanen blinked, dumbfounded. He sputtered incoherently, face ablaze, until his words finally took shape.

"But...here!? I can't! We'll- I'll- get in trouble!" He refuted, crossing his arms resolutely.

"You must've missed the signs we passed. This beach is clothing optional. There is no risk of legal trouble. You should let your cub-sitter worry about any danger or risks," the feline refuted, plucking the pacifier swaying from the red panda's clothing and forcing the artificial teat into his muzzle.

Vanen pulled it in and absently suckled on it while he tried to find a comfortable position for it in his mouth. He nearly gave a little stomp out of frustration and embarrassment but acquiesced and plopped down onto his padded rump and rolled back to a reclining position. Nobody was immediately around, so the quicker they got it done and over with the better. Rai unsnapped all of the buttons between the panda's thighs and pulled the fabric aside, revealing his sodden disposable diaper. It had swollen and became tinged faintly yellow.

The cat untapped the diaper. The tabs protested loudly as he peeled them free one by one. After pulling the diaper out from under Vanen's rump, he rolled it into a neat, spongy sphere and used the tapes to secure it in that position. Rai looked around and spotted a garbage bin.

"Be right back," he said, rising and lazily wandering over to the trash can with the used diaper in his paw. Vanen was left naked below the waist. The seabreeze was chilly against the damp fur of his exposed crotch and strong enough that despite his best efforts the loose tan fabric of his short-talls were fluttering in the wind. The cool wetness definitely caused his undersized member to appear even less impressive.

While the lion took his time returning, a pair of dark silhouettes appeared further down the beach path, heading their way. Rai returned and knelt casually beside him and went about freshly padding his hired cub. He was intentionally slow and thorough as he went through the motions.

"Please hurry up!" Vanen hissed.

The pair of shadows gained size and form as they approached, and it wasn't long before Vanen could make out the shapes of their ears and tails.

"So fussy! If you don't calm down I'll have to blow a raspberry on your belly. Or maybe I'll find all of your ticklish spots and see just how much of a ruckus you can really make," the lion threatened, waggling his fingers in the air as he grinned.

The beachgoers were upon them just as Rai was starting to fold the front of the diaper up over Vanen's bits. The pair were a slender wolf with a plush, dark pelt and an athletic silver fox, both male and of an age with the red panda and lion. They had opted not to take advantage of the lack of clothing restrictions. The wolf wore a pair of colorful board shorts and an open, floral-print t-shirt and his vulpine companion wore nothing but a black speedo, the taut, sleek fabric of which left little to the imagination. The lupine elbowed his companion in the ribs and jerked a thumb at Vanen as they passed. They snickered in unison.

"Cute kid," one of them quipped. The red panda didn't know which. His eyes were scrunched shut in mortification and he had a forearm held up to shield his face in case they were to at some point recognize him should they cross paths again in the future. The nearby city was not so big as to make the chance of seeing the duo again impossible. "Not done potty training him yet?"

"Nope!" Vanen could hear the smile in the cat's voice.

"Runt's a little shy, eh?" The other joked, obviously not at all fooled into thinking Vanen was closer to two than twenty. There was no lustful edge in their tones. Vanen got the idea that they simply enjoyed teasing him more than anything to do with that particular fetish.

"Don't worry, kiddo-" Vanen peeked nervously out over his elbow to see that it was the fox talking. "Lots of kinky stuff happens on this beach. Last week there was a bunny leading her naked mate around on a leash and collar. The otter she had trailing her had some nipple clamps and a tiny pink chastity cage on and the word 'cuck' dyed into his fur. He came up to us all stuttering and stammering. She made him beg us to take her from both ends while he watched."

The red panda was oddly grateful for his own cage. He wasn't sure if it was the humiliation or the stranger's recounting of the tale, but his shaft was straining against its confines. Thankfully the smell of sea salt in the air covered the scent of his arousal.

"I'll be sure to note that in my travel column," Rai chuckled, finally finishing his work and buttoning Vanen's snaps. He gave the diaper a pat through the material of the red panda's clothing and it crinkled loudly above the gentle splash of waves. He turned back to his temporary charge. "Try to keep this one dry at least until we get back to the cabin," the lion smiled.

The fox and wolf waved goodbye and continued on their way. Vanen's face was aflame, but at least he didn't know them he reminded himself. Hopefully, he would never see the pair again. He didn't know if he could handle bumping into them at a later date. He was filled with dread at the thought of catching a twinkle of recollection in their eyes.

Rai and Vanen ended up turning their meandering path toward the water. They let the surf splash over their bare paws as they wandered the sand, looking for cool shells and sea glass polished by the relentless ebb and flow of time. Vanen kept thinking about what the pair had told them about openly rutting on the beach not being an uncommon occurrence.

"Do you think furs really screw all of time out here?" He wondered aloud.

"That's some real adult language for someone in diapers," Rai tutted. "But yes; this isn't the first I've heard of this resort's, shall we say, lax approach to public intimacy. Why? Are you interested?"

Vanen's eyes drifted across his handsome employer and blushed again when he started imagining what the lion would look like completely in the nude. He felt the cage dig painfully deep into his swelling member. He shook his head, more to clear it from the thoughts than to respond, but Rai seemed to take it that way anyway. He leered down at Vanen with a smirk. "I'm not so sure of that. Don't need your cub-sitter to punish you for lying, do you?"

He leaned in close, towering over the red panda's smaller form, paws at his hips, until Vanen stumbled back and fell back onto his butt. There was a prominent bulge in Rai's shorts.

Vanen felt his locked nub strain painfully to stiffen further.

"That, uh, that wasn't in the contract," he mentioned coyly.

"I decided to leave it out, but assumed anyone who answered the ad would be up for it. You could consider it a free perk of the job," Rai said, winking.

The red panda was interested in the turn the day had taken, as he watched the lion's nimble fingers undo his fly and reach into the pouch of his underwear to pull out his junk. His heavy cock and balls jutted out prominently from above the elastic waistband of his verdant green boxer-briefs. His piss slit glistened with pre and his shaft visibly throbbed. A thicket of coarser brown fur surrounded the top of his sheath and sac, which stood out against the deep yellow fur of his underbelly. The faint musculature of his hips and groin could just be made out beneath his pelt and the small bump of pudge where his pelvis gave way to his gut. His malness was certainly large compared to Vanen's, thrumming long and thick. A whiff of his arousal was intoxicating. He smelled masculine, but without foul odor. Whether it was some natural trick of his pheromones or simply how he shampooed his fur, Vanen could detect a hint of strawberry blossoms on his scent. The distinctive aroma suited his personality, the red panda thought.

Vanen wet his lips as he stared at the monster in his warden's paw. He leaned forward, parting his lips, but the cat pulled back and stuffed himself back into his underwear. He left the fly of his shorts undone. The garment hung loose on his hips.

The red panda looked up at him curiously. Didn't the feline want him just as badly?

"You have to prove to me you can behave before I let you have this. Understood?"

Vanen nodded slowly.

"Then strip off everything but your diaper and put your clothes in my bag. Little ones like you don't need to be dressed at the beach anyway, regardless of how adorable your outfit is."

Vanen's heart pounded. He had just been seen by a pair of furs passing by while having his diaper changed, but that had been only two anthros and already embarrassing enough. If he surrendered his only clothing at that moment, there was no telling how long he would be kept without them. The ring-tailed anthro reasoned that since the feline had managed to trick him into being hypnotized into peeing on command, there was a good chance that he'd be waddling about in nothing but a soggy diaper before the sun had set at any rate, so bother putting up a fight?

For the second time that afternoon Vanen stripped for the lion. He stepped out of his short-talls and struggled out of his shirt. He looked about nervously, double-checking to ensure that they were alone again. His heart was racing. His ears were blazing crimson with his blushing as he bounced back on his padded rump in the sand.

"Good job, tyke," Rai cooed, deciding to strip as well. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and shrugged it off. With a wiggle of his hips his shorts dropped to the ground in a bundle at his ankles. He kicked them aside and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear before taking them off, His member caught on the elastic and sprung up, rigid.

The lion's thick shaft pulsed. Vanen licked his lips as he inhaled Rai's scent mingling with the seabreeze. He leaned forward and parted his muzzle. He tasted the salty tang of the bead of feline pre as he teased the lion's tip with a flicker of his tongue. His own member strained for freedom, feeling as if caught in a vice. He wrapped a paw about the cat's girthy hardness and suckled on the tip for several seconds, swirling his tongue about the rosy, ridged crown. At long last he engulfed more than just the head with his mouth. He took the lion's cock deep into his throat, almost gagging, before pulling back and bobbing forward again.

Rai planted his paws on the beach, soft sand rising between his flexing toes. Vanen felt the muscles of the feline's legs chord as he let his free paw brushed through the luscious fur of his cub-sitter's thighs, crawling toward the ample globes of his ass. The cat's tail lashed wildly, swishing this way and that as he rumbled a long, low purr of pleasure from deep in his chest. He splashed pre across the red panda's eager tongue, and shut his eyes as Vanen slurped along his sensitive maleness. He thrust his hips forward, fighting the urge to mount and rut with Vanen's muzzle. His hefty testicles bounced repeatedly against Vanen's chin like a pair of ripe plums.

Rai's fur bristled. Tension seized his body. His scrotum and gut tightened in tandem. He snarled out a muffled roar as he crested into orgasm. An explosive gush of hot, viscous seed erupted into Vanen's mouth. He came in a half dozen voluminous splatters, rod flaring with each burst. His body trembled and he steadied himself on the red panda's shoulders in the aftermath of his climax.

Vanen had managed to swallow most of the load, but some had still escaped from his muzzle. The red panda wiped a forearm across his chin to clear away the remnants of his caregiver's essence. Vanen whimpered and rubbed the front of his diaper. He needed to cum worse than he could ever remember in his life, but couldn't articulate why. He had given blowjobs to handsome males before. It certainly couldn't be the diaper or humiliation of being treated like a cub, could it? He shook his head to clear the invasive thought.

Rai lowered himself to sit on the beach beside companion, and then milked the last droplet of semen from the spent, softening phallus laying against his thigh and scooped it up on a finger, holding it up for his charge to finish. Vanen whisked away the treat with his tongue without needing prompting.

"What should we do now?" Vanen asked.

The lion yawned and stretched before laying on his back, nude in the warm sunlight while his satchel containing Vanen's diapers and clothes served as a makeshift pillow.

"The sun's making me sleepy. I might take a short nap. You go make a sandcastle or something, but don't go too far, or you;ll get the leash next time we go out."

Vanen looked around and was acutely aware of how exposed he was, wearing only a diaper on the beach. He could take it off he supposed, but then he would be humiliated in a different fashion. Not only was he still wearing the chastity cage (with pre dribbling from his tip), but his penis wasn't particularly impressive enough to want to show off to the world anyway. Plus, he was sure to get punished if Rai woke and saw him without his diaper on. He wasn't about to do anything that would jeopardize his paycheck.

It was only a few hours into his new job and he had already pushed past boundaries he didn't know he had. The red panda drew in the sand with one claw, as Rai began to snooze softly. His ears perked up as he heard laughter coming from down the beach, growing louder as it headed their way.

(To be continued.)