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The cabin door slammed open and Vanen stomped inside, or at least as much stomping as the sodden, bulky padding between his thighs allowed for. In reality it was more of an awkward waddle, albeit one with a lot of performative emotion. The red panda was still clad in nothing but his soaked diaper. It sagged low and swayed heavily with each step. Rustling plastic punctuated his every movement.

Rai followed him through the door fighting back chuckles. The lion had donned his cargo shorts and wicker hat again, but had his shirt and underwear stuffed into his satchel. His shorts hung low on hips, revealing the intimate area where the slight pudge of his belly gave way to the contours of his groin, as well as the thatch of denser, hickory brown fuzz that ran from his navel to just above his maleness.

"You know what? You're cute when you're all flustered and embarrassed," the feline told his temporary little one matter-of-factly. "Now stop being grumpy and let's have some more fun."

The red panda tried to snarl out his frustration, but in his ire it came out more of an adorable purr mixed with the growl of a disgruntled cub. Rai snickered. Sometimes Vanen resented his species' short stature and complete lack of ability to appear intimidating.

"I'm not being grumpy** -**" Vanen made finger quotes as he spoke- "There were just so many anthros..." He buried his face in his paws, still mortified. Moments after Rai had dozed off nude on the beach in the sun, a dozen or so furs had happened along and set up their blankets and parasols mere meters from where the cat lay napping. Vanen was digging in the sand trying to entertain himself and appear inconspicuous. He turned his back to the gathering and hoped that his diaper would be mistaken for a swimsuit at a distance.

"Sorry, champ. I didn't think there'd be a random beach party then and there, but hey, whatcha' gonna' do, eh? And you are being grumpy," Rai said with a shrug. He bent forward over Vanen's smaller frame to tease his ribs with his fingertips, causing the red panda to writhe and fight back laughter at the ticklish sensation.

"S-stop! I'm trying to be upset," he complained.

"I know, kiddo, I'm making it better," Rai cooed condescendingly.

The red-furred anthro wriggled free of the giggle-inducing torment. His round, tufted ears twitched.

"Can we at least stay inside for the rest of the night?" He had just about enough of day-drunk college students taunting him by pinching his cheeks and asking if he'd learned how to swim yet.

"They probably thought you enjoyed it, dressed as you are," Rai had told him on the way back. It didn't help that a pair of gecko twins in the group had loudly and regularly uttered the phrase "tidal wave" while chatting about surfing, ensuring that Vanen had more than one involuntary wetting in their presence. None of which went unnoticed, much to his chagrin. He shivered with anxiety whenever he thought about what other hypnotic suggestions the cat had implanted in the dark recesses of his mind.

"I suppose I don't mind a quiet night in," the travel journalist agreed, looking out at the horizon. The setting sun had painted the sky with vibrant streaks of indigo and fiery orange. "But if we are done going out for the evening, then you need a proper bath before you track sand all over the cabin, so march yourself into the bathroom and we'll get all cleaned up." He gave the red panda's rump a hearty swat to hurry him along. Vanen felt the weight of the thump through the cushion of his diaper. It crinkled noisily. "Try not to drip on the floor on the way there, either. I'll be right behind you."

Vanen toddled toward the bathroom, reminding himself of just how much of his debt only 48 hours of humiliation was eliminating. He was unfortunately quite sure that the photos his peers snapped of him on their cell phones would end up leaked online somewhere. His only saving grace was that they couldn't be shared too publicly, what with over half of the group members that ended up in frame were as naked as Rai was. The lion didn't help matters by playing along with them- clearly enjoying his charge's endless blushing- and saying that they left their floaties and flippers at home. The feline even shared a beer with the crew while they chatted, leaving Vanen defenseless while a bunny and gazelle playfully doted on him as if he were a real kid. All his teeth gnashing failed to dissuade their behavior.

Vanen found the cabin's bathroom. It was every bit as impressive as the rest of the resort. It was decorated with a mosaic of colorful tiles in intricate patterns. Bamboo benches adorned with plush cushions were along one wall of the room. A walk-in shower dominated one corner of the chamber with two rows of vertical shower heads going up either wall from floor to ceiling so that their sprays criss-crossed over the fur who was bathing.

A tub was in the corner opposite it, rising large and square with a sleek finish, resembling more of a hot tub than a bath. It could easily fit a quartet of furs. The toilet was separated from the rest of the space by a frosted glass partition, and one wall was actually a giant single pane of tinted glass, allowing bathers to gaze out at the palm trees on the beach as they relaxed. The air was faintly misted with the scent of soaps, oils, and incense, with just a slight hint of the strawberry aroma and masculine musk that wafted from Rai's pelt.

Vanen was still gawking at the opulence of it all when the feline came in behind him. He was naked again. Rai swished his long tail about as he began filling the tub from a pair of massive facets. and dumped in some soap to make the bath a foaming cauldron of suds. The red panda couldn't help but stare at the plump, muscular curvature of his employer's ass and the enticingly erotic image his hindquarters made as he bent forward to tend the tub. The lion's prodigious orbs hung heavy beneath his flaccid length, and were visible between his thighs from behind when he stretched forward.

Once the bath was properly filling, Rai sat on one of the cushioned benches and picked up a stiff-bristled brush to work any remaining sand in his short, golden pelt. He paid careful attention to the space between his foot- and toe-pads. Once he was satisfied he beckoned over the red panda who hadn't realized he spent the entire time staring at the cat's genitalia. Rai's cock had been in his muzzle once that day and he was already eager for another taste. His enthrallment broke when the other anthro focused on him. Vanen was suddenly, painfully aware of how tight his cock cage was. It pressed tightly down around his organ at all angles, stifling it before it could even begin to engorge.

Vanen approached and stood in front of the lion, barely taller standing than the cat was while seated. The feline briskly ran the brush through the red panda's thick coat, spending the majority of his effort on clearing his cub's tail of all the granules of sand and dirt that it had picked up on the shore. Once he was finished, it felt like they had brought their own spot of the beach with them with how much sand had fallen around their paws. At long last the tub was full. The faucets shut themselves off automatically just as the jets of bubbles burbled to life and churned the water.

Once he was done grooming him, Rai tore Vanen's diaper away. With the steamy, damp haze in the air, the tapes hardly protested. The lion crumpled the diaper into a tight sphere and tossed it aside. He stood up, then laid a heavy arm across his temporary cub's shoulders. He turned the red panda toward the foaming tub. Vanen cursed his short stature as he saw just how difficult climbing over the lip would be with only a short footstool to assist in the entry. He tried to swing his ankle over the edge and pull himself up, but nearly spilled himself onto the floor in the attempt.

"Need a paw, shortstack?" The lion inquired with a coy smile.

"If you wouldn't mind." Vanen's cheeks and inner ears tinged crimson.

Rai scooped up the other fur beneath one arm, grunting from the effort of lifting another adult, even one slight of stature. He hoisted Vanen into the bath with a splash of suds, then plopped in himself afterward, causing a swell of water to cascade over the edge of the tub like a waterfall. Vanen practically melted into the bath. The scented vapors enveloped him and soothed the embarrassed tension that had been building in him all day. If only, he mused, it could ease the pent up sexual energy within himself as well Being beside the handsome lion didn't help matters in that regard. The heat felt nice against his captive length, but even still it throbbed to life at the slightest provocation.

Rai grabbed his little's shoulders to twist him so that he was facing away from the feline and then scooted closer so that his heavy phallus and sac were pressing against the red panda's flank. Vanen's spine stiffened as an excited tingle worked its way through his body.

"So much dirt and so many tangles from playing on the beach," the cat chuckled, more to himself than to his companion. "I'll never know how you cubs manage to make such a mess of your coats in practically no time at all. Time to get you cleaned up." Rai hummed as he started. He grabbed a nearby, fruit and floral scented bottle and squeezed a healthy dollop of shampoo into his palm. Without warning, he clapped his paw down on the top of Vanen's scalp and began vigorously lathering the ooze into a thick foam. When he pulled his paws away the chaste anthro was left with a pompadour of suds.

The feline then started on Vanen's nape and shoulders. He massaged the shampoo into Vanen's pelt. The red panda involuntarily groaned with relaxation under his watcher's ministrations. As Rai lifted his arms by the wrists and ran his digits through his plush fur, any lingering trace of resentment at the afternoon's humiliation dissolved as readily as the stray patches of dirt in his fur. He couldn't believe he was getting paid to be rubbed down by an attractive journalist, even if the lion in question had some uncommon pleasures to indulge.

The cat's paws worked lower and lower...the hollow of Vanen's throat, his fluffy chest, his belly...until they reached his hips. Deft paws roamed through his fur and crawled forward to his groin. Rai's dexterous fingers traced the bars of the chastity cage gripping Vanen's denied cock, wriggling just far enough between them that his silky pawpads tickled the tip of the red panda's enclosed cock. Vanen gasped.

"We need to make sure you are clean from your day playing on the beach," Rai said in a husky voice. His paw reached lower, beneath the hired anthro's sac. The Vanen contorted and arched his back to allow the lion easier access. "It's been a while since I've had a cub so willing to take a bath. Normally you kits like to be dirty."

The feline's digits found the red panda's cleft. Vanen's hole tensed at Rai's prodding

"You're going to have a harder time getting me out, at this rate," Vanen responded. He was no stranger to being late for class or work due to spending an extra few dozen minutes in a hot shower, belting out his favorite songs at the top of his lungs. Being in the lap of luxury and fondled by a comely feline was a much appreciated added bonus.

"I'm sure I can find something to entice you out with," Rai quipped, placing more pressure against the other fur's aperture. The cat's cock throbbed against Vanen's hip, swelling to full mast. "We shouldn't spend too long here anyway. I'm afraid an assortment of bath toys for cubs didn't quite fit in my luggage and I wouldn't want you to get bored, little one." After rubbing between the red panda's cleft for a bit longer he went back to kneading Vanen's thighs. His paws kept coming tantalizingly close to Vanen's imprisoned nub. Finally, the lion made it to the red panda's foot paws and washed those beneath the sloshing water. It was all Vanen could do to not squirm and laugh at the sensation of soapy fingers on his soles.

"Seems to me like you're squeaky clean now. I'll get you dried off," the lion stated, carelessly splashing as he climbed out of the tub before turning to help his charge. He toweled himself off, paying extra close attention to drying his thick mane. Vanen was practically mesmerized by watching the lion pull the towel taut between his paws and drag it back and forth over his back, hips, and thighs with a jaunty sashay. Once he was finished getting the worst of the dampness out of his pelt, he tied the towel around his waist in a feeble show of false modesty. The towel was just a slight bit too small for his frame, and after he tied it off, his thigh was visible all the way up to the hip where he had it knotted. If he twisted too far in one direction or another the fuzzy tuft of extra fur that formed a line down the center of his scrotum peeked out along with a half inch or so of testicle.

Rai turned to his dripping companion. Vanen had been slowly growing chilly, but hadn't spoken up lest he end the alluring display early. The cat retrieved a fresh towel and vigorously dried the other anthro until his fur was fuzzy enough to puff out like a cotton ball.

"It'll be easier to get you changed on the bed," the lion commented, not bothering to provide Vanen with a towel to wrap around himself as he ushered him toward the bedroom.

Vanen scurried through the hallway. The sky was dark outside and with the glass walls and light from inside the luxurious cabin, he didn't want to be publicly exposed anymore that day. He quickly found the bedroom and thumped down on the bed, legs splayed, revealing his balls and captive penis. He gazed up at the ceiling to find it was a polished mirror, reflecting his vulnerable appearance back down at him. He was going to get a perfect view of his own diaper change. But first, he suspected, he was about to avail himself of one of the perks of the job.

Even if there were strange new kinks involved for him, he hadn't ever wanted someone inside of him quite as badly as he wanted the cat to be at that moment. The lion followed Vanen inside. He paused only briefly to scoop up a diaper from atop an disorganized stack of padding on a sleek trunk at the base of the massive bed. This protection he selected was pale lilac with hot pink heats and white paw prints adorning the shiny plastic along the landing strip where a quartet of fuschia tapes would secure it. The feline's towel finally slipped free and dropped unceremoniously to the floor while he fluffed the diaper.

"Think a 5,000mL capacity will last us through the night?" Rai asked, holding up the bulky disposable diaper.

Five Liters!? Vanen thought incredulously. He didn't know they even made diapers that could hold that much, and he wondered just how heavy and damp he would feel if he maxed out its volume.

"Us?" Vanen realized after a moment.

"Well, if I have to pee in the middle of the night, why would I bother getting out of a warm, cozy bed when I have a port-a-panda right there? I could just pull out the back of your diaper, stick myself in, and fill it up." The cat smirked predatorily, showing one fang. The red panda blushed and fidgeted, embarrassed to be intrigued by the idea.

Rai motioned for Vanen to hoist his backside as before and laid out the diaper beneath his raised rump. Rather than fold the diaper up over his groin, he crawled on top of Vanen, planting a fisted paw firmly on either side of his adult-cub. The lion leered down at him with a lewd smile. His freshly shampooed mane made a strawberry-scented curtain around the other fur, mingling with his natural musk. The red panda inhaled his aroused aroma, noting how it melded with his own enthusiastic pheromones. He felt himself throb against the device encasing his maleness.

Rai pecked a line of quick kisses, pecking along Vanen's jaw, neck and throat, causing him to fidget and squirm with a growing need in his loins. The cat continued downward, over the fluff of the red panda's chest tuft, down his tummy and waist, and along his inner thigh. His hot breath teased Vanen's junk. From the same chest he grabbed the diaper from, he snatched up a travel sized bottle. It wasn't labeled, but when the lion drizzled the slick substance into his paw and reached down to oil up his thrumming shaft with it, it was obvious what it was.

As his fingers glided smoothly along his glistening rod his other paw, digits wet with lubricant, found the red panda's puckered ring. He deftly slipped one finger inside of his all of the way to the knuckle in a singular, smooth thrust. Vanen inhaled sharply and clamped down around the intrusion, squeezing tight. Rai found his partner's prostate immediately and beckoned against it. The red panda moaned softly as his locked nub began to dribble rivulets of runny pre over the bars of his cage. The finger twisted as it began to move in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up speed. The cat roasted his paw, letting his agile digits work their magic. Vanen was practically chirping within minutes while Rai repeatedly massaged the sweet spot in his soon-to-be lover's clenched heat.

Rai added a second finger. At first he had it crooked around its fellow but he soon gently separated the two, stretching Vanen's opening and preparing him to accommodate the lion's thick erection.

At long last, Rai pulled his paw away and shuffled forward so that his tip rested against Vanen's entrance. He pressed, slowly but steadily pushing his cock in. Inch after inch was engulfed, and Vanen wriggled his rump back against it, until the lion's pelvis pudge butted up against his little's hindquarters. The cat's full sac was resting on the plush padding beneath them. After letting Vanen adjust, the lion withdrew halfway. He paused, and breathed deeply, then finished the motion, pulling back even further. Only a half-inch of his tip remained within the red panda's grip. Then he plunged forward again, jabbing himself into the hilt, and arching his back to grind against his charge's buttocks.

Vanen moaned out and whined for more. He half expected his own cock, fighting for its freedom with reckless abandon, to shatter its bindings...but steel continued to defeat flesh and denied him the pleasure of getting even half-hard.

Rai bucked his hips, rapidly picked up steam until his body was like an engine. He pistoned in and out of Vanen's cleft, his heavy nuts smacking repeatedly against the red panda's ass with a series of slaps. After several minutes of thrusting his rigid shaft into his partner the cat's breath grew uneven and his gut tightened. He hunched his shoulders and redoubled his efforts, body quaking. He buried his muzzle into the hollow of the other anthro's collar, huffing out hot gasps as he pounded away. Soon he approached his apex and rammed himself forward at full force, burying his hardness deep into his lover, where it erupted with a half dozen gushes of hot spunk.

Feline semen flooded Vanen's insides. He felt every pulse and tremor of the lion's cock as it spurted ropes of cum. Some leaked out around Rai's spent, softening length, dripping globules of cat essence onto the diaper beneath them. The red panda realized he would be leaking cum into that diaper all night as Rai's ragged breathing slowed. The lion pulled his glossy rod from the red panda's hole, trailing with it pearlescent, oozing strands. Vanen moaned needily. His denied maleness ached for release. The lion coaxed the last few droplets of goo from his penis and wiped the tip clean on the padding under his hired help's backside.

"Here, consider a pacifier but for the other end," Rai said. He righted himself into a seated position on the mattress, still puffing out breath from the exertion of their mating. He reached over to his kink collection on the trunk and grabbed a sizable butt plug. He forced it into Vanen's exhausted body all of the way to the flanged base, causing the red panda's eyes to bulge. The large bulb popped into him, locking itself within Vanen's used hole and keeping the lion's semen trapped within him. With the tap of a button on the base of the toy, it began to tremble. Its vibrations buzzed powerfully against the red panda's prostate and made him all the more eager to cum.

Immediately afterward, the cat shook out a plume of fragrant powder onto Vanen's junk and closed and taped up the front of the diaper to a snug fit. His little squirmed and whined.

Rai stood and momentarily disappeared into another room. When he returned he had a couple of items from his just-in-case-case. In his paws were the plush, padded mittens from earlier in the day, a pink collar with a couple short, slender lengths of chain dangling from its ring, a footed-sleeper that was roughly Vanen's size that zipped in the rear and was covered in a motif of pastel flowers, and a stuffed toy that resembled a frog anthro with cartoonish proportions.

"Want to sleep in here with me, tyke?" Rai asked.

Vanen opened his muzzle to respond, but the only sound that came out was a soft huff as a particularly strong pattern from the vibrating plug began at just that moment, thrumming against his pleasure center. He snapped his mouth shut, embarrassed. Instead he nodded and fought back another needy whimper. He'd taken two of the cat's loads that day, one in his maw, the other beneath his tail. He pined for one of his own, but knew that there wouldn't be one forthcoming until he finished out his short contract. Although he was embarrassed to admit it, the first thing he was going to do upon returning home at the end of the weekend was furiously masturbate. Unfortunately, he wasn't even quite half finished with his tenure under the feline's command.

The soft lining of the diaper felt incredibly comfortable against his locked nub while it struggled to plump. Somewhere deep down he knew that after he pawed off the lingering idea of wearing a diaper again would be on his mind whether he wanted it to be or not. Or perhaps it was the rush of humiliation? In either case, some sort of repressed lust was blossoming within him.

The lion helped Vanen into the gear. The pajamas went on first, followed by the mitts, which were buckled tight to prevent removal. Even if the red panda could reach the PJ's zipper, there would be no way he could undo it without any semblance of fine motor skills. As embarrassing as the outfit was, it was at least quite cozy.

A pacifier gag was latched around the back of his head, with a phallic shaped bulb pressed against his tongue. The only way for it not to feel awkward was to constantly suckle on the pint-sized cock.

Forgetting to have an evening meal, they cuddled together in their post-coital haze for an indeterminate amount of time until Rai was softly snoozing with his arm draped over Vanen. The temporary little was still wide awake and irresistibly horny. After a few extra minutes of tossing and turning while memories of the day flashed by (and fidgeting all the while as the toy lodged in his backside teased his sweet spot), he decided that he needed to cum too badly to avoid it any longer. Slowly- quietly- he extricated himself from the feline's snuggling embrace. He considered his options to get off. With his limited mobility he decided that there was only one way he could accomplish his goal.

The diapered fur carefully set the stuffed toy down on the bed and crawled over the top of it. Once his padded crotch was pressed against the plushie, he began to hump. He enjoyed the mischievous thrill from secretly trying to achieve climax next to his sleeping employer, and with the chastity device, that enjoyment of his naughty endeavor could be what managed to push him over the edge. He cringed at the loud crinkling as he mounted and began to grind against the cotton and polyester frog. It was particularly embarrassing when he saw the amphibian's comically large eyes staring at him as he rutted against it like it was his first time ever having sex. He was awkward and clumsy, but it was starting to work. He felt stirrings in his lions. The soft lining of the diaper brushed past the bars of his cage and teased his sensitive penis. The rustling grew worse with every buck he made, and he forced himself to pause when Rai shifted in his sleep, afraid that he had woken him. After a tense, silent moment, the cat let out a snore and Vanen continued his attempt at self pleasure.

The red panda failed to maintain a consistent rhythm, nearly falling face first onto the mattress several times with the way his paws were latched to his collar. He tried for a minute or two longer, but it was no use. In the end he could only make it partway to an orgasm, but the chastity device thwarted any attempt of pushing himself over the edge. The diaper was too light and soft, and moved with him rather than allowing for enough force and feeling to get him off. He thought for a moment, and realized that he might have better luck with a soggy diaper than a dry one, but was unsure if he was willing to spend the entire night damp when they had just barely gone to bed. The ache deep in his testicles decided for him.

He needed to cum and was willing to do just about anything for an orgasm.

Vanen knelt upright on the bed and focused. He again struggled to undo his potty training and forcibly wet himself. An idea came to him just then. He whispered the mind control that Rai had implanted in his psyche.

"Tidal wave."

His tone was just loud enough for himself to hear. And the second he uttered it, urine sprayed into the diaper with a soft hiss. It soaked up all his bladder had to give, growing heavy, warm, and damp. Moisture spread all along the lining, and the extra volume forced his thighs apart. He wished he could rub a mitted paw against the front of his diaper and feel the hot squish rub against his maleness. Since he couldn't he went back to grinding against his plush friend.

It was better. He could get there.

The red panda shuffled forward on his knees and mounted his stuffed companion once again, puffing out a groan of satisfaction as he forced his padded crotch against its hindquarters. He thrust himself against it, squishing pee out around his sheath and sac when the diaper was squashed like a sponge. He bit his lower lip, partially in concentration and partially to keep his involuntary noises in check. It took many long minutes, but at last he felt the warmth build up behind his nuts. His muscles shook, and his breathing came in erratic gasps. Just a little bit more and he could splatter his diaper with a massive load of seed.

He was about to crest into ecstasy when he heard Rai's sleepy voice mumble.

"Earthquake."

Suddenly Vanen felt dizzy and weak. His limbs refused to hold him up and his muscles completely stopped responding. He slumped forward with a dissatisfied whine. His nub twitched in his cage, on the precipice of release. He was nearly as confused as he was horny. He couldn't even turn his head to look at his lion caretaker.

"All of those precautions and you still almost beat them. The only reason you aren't getting a proper spanking with the paddle is that I'm too tired to drag myself out of bed. Luckily I had another hypnotic suggestion for just such a scenario," Rai explained through a deep yawn. The cat smiled. "They'll all be natural disasters, by the way, so if you don't want me to remove them when your weekend is done, be careful watching the news. And don't worry, there is a failsafe in the suggestion to ensure that it doesn't trigger during anything potentially dangerous, like driving a car."

Vanen whimpered hoarsely, barely able to do more than wriggle and flop. He hoped in vain that his employer would take pity on him and let him complete his orgasm. He almost believed that that was what was about to happen as the columnist unzipped the red panda's pajamas and lumbered drowsily over him. The feline grabbed his own genitals and pulled out the back of the diaper, which was drier than the front that Vanen had just flooded. Rai aimed the tip of his cock down the back of the diaper. He sighed in relief and a heartbeat later Vanen felt the hot stream of feline piss cascade down the fur of his backside and into the padding of the diaper. Rai's urine mixed with his own and added further to the bulk of the diaper. The lion was one to keep hydrated- the red panda had rarely seen him without a bottle or glass of water in his paw all day- and that became quite evident with the sheer amount of pee he was able to unload in the middle of the night.

When he finally finished, he shook the last few droplets from his knob. He rubbed and patted the seat of Vanen's sodden diaper, wetly squishing it against his rump. He gently zipped the sleeper back up and kissed his charge on the brow.

"Sweet dreams, little one."

Without further ado, Rai rolled over and went back to snoozing without releasing his employee from the bondage-inducing hypnosis.

Vanen fought the mind-control programming for a little while longer, but the most he could get out of his limbs were clumsy repositioning and that took a lot of effort for little gain. Eventually his arousal subsided enough that he was able to nod off. Before he knew it, bright sunlight was shining on his eyelids. He scrunched up his face and shielded it from the sun that was glaring in through the windows. The anthro was amazed to find that his arms responded normally again. He wondered if it was timed or if Rai had whispered the word to release him from its hold into his ear as he slumbered.

He groaned, not wanting to crawl out of a warm bed quite yet.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Rai urged in a sing-song tone.

When Vanen managed to pry open an eye and peek over his forearm, he saw the lion by the floor to ceiling window, half-silhouetted by the bright morning sun. He had donned a pair of socks, a sleeveless undershirt, and a pair of clean white briefs. The casual masculinity of him lounging in his underwear, already made the red panda's length twitch. His morning wood was already painfully constricted by the small cock-cage and the attractive lion with his sexy dad-bod wasn't making things any easier.

"What time is it?" Vanen asked, forcing himself into a kneeling position that prominently displayed his diaper bulge. He was still too tired to be properly embarrassed again by it, and felt that they had already crossed those boundaries of traditional shame. He stretched, realizing just then that Rai had unhooked his mitts from his collar before rousing him.

"Almost nine, sport! You'll have to put up with being damp for a moment if you want a change. I already have breakfast for us going. It's a big, filling one too, since you're probably as hungry as I am after yesterday. If you don't hurry you'll miss your morning cartoons."

The statement brought back memories the red panda had of parking himself on the floor a couple feet in front of the television as a cub in only his pajamas with a big bowl of cereal to watch hours of action-packed entertainment. He rubbed the last vestiges of slumber from his eyes and toddled out to the den. The television was already on and tuned to kids' programming. Vanen was silently thankful that what was displayed seemed to be standard shounen action anime rather than another hypnosis track. He had just about as much hypnosis as he could handle as of late. He was about to sit on the couch, but felt his padded rump first. It yielded wetly beneath the pressure of his mitt. The red panda was afraid that he would leak cold pee onto the furniture, and opted to lay on his belly on the floor instead, his chin propped up in his palms and his feet kicking up into the air behind him. Before long he was engrossed in the show and rolling his eyes boredly during commercial breaks.

After an episode and a half, Rai hollered for him to join him in the kitchen. On the kitchen island counter was quite the spread. There was not only a hearty bowl of oatmeal for each of them along with piles of berries, peanut butter, cocoa, and other fixings to flavor it however they would like, but a platter stacked with cinnamon pancakes drizzled in syrup and hash browns with peppers, green onions, and garlic. The cabin's sink was full of soapy water and dishes. Vanen's jaw dropped at the sight, amazed that Rai was such a good cook. His stomach rumbled, reminding him of how hungry he was, and his eyes darted over the spread.

"Eat your fill. After how we wore ourselves out yesterday I made sure to cook enough to stuff ourselves. Full of fiber too. Just the thing for a healthy growing boy," Rai commented with a smile.

The red panda wasted no time in padding over to the table. He hopped onto a chair, eager to try absolutely everything. Public humiliation and wetting himself aside, he could get used to being the sexy cat's "cub" if it meant eating like a little prince everyday.

Rai alternated between feeding himself and helping his companion take bites. He insisted upon cutting Vanen's pancakes into tiny pieces for him and pouring him a sippy cup full of juice while enjoying a steaming mug of coffee himself. They ate until Vanen felt like he could scarcely move, not remembering when the last time he had enjoyed such a nice meal. It was a big step up from the instant noodles and rice-and-beans he had been sustaining himself with on his tight budget.

Once they were finished, Rai helped his charge out of his sleeper and had him lay on the floor for a change.After removing Vanen's soaked padding and putting a new one beneath him, Rai pulled out the plug lodged in his charge's backside. The trapped cum oozed out of him and into the seat of the fresh diaper.The red panda felt oddly stretched and empty after having it in him all night.

Vanen's diaper for the morning was going to be a simple white one with blue tabs, and the red panda would be lying if he said that the fresh, relatively dry (if you didn't count the splash of feline seed) diaper didn't feel a far cry better than the soaked one he had been wearing all morning. Afterward, it was time to pick out an outfit for the day. The feline ended up putting him in a t-shirt with an apple with a smiley face on it and a pair of jean shorts with an elastic waist that showed off his diaper bulge far more than he liked, but at least it was better than the previous day's sailor motif. He was provided with shoes as well, shaped for paws like his. They were a mix of vibrant primary colors, fastened with velcro and lit up with flashing lights along the soles with each step; the kind he was always jealous of as a youth. The footwear was a bit too big for him, but Rai assured him that the clumsy, stumbling gait only added to the aesthetic he was going for.

"What are we doing today?" Vanen asked his employer and caregiver, once they were both dressed. Rai wore clothing not dissimilar to what he wore the day before. The red panda hoped their activities would be something along the lines of staying inside and playing video games or board games together, but considering the lovely weather and the feline's proclivity to humiliate him, he doubted that would be the case.

Rai chuckled. He produced a leash with a cub-harness. He clipped it around Vanen's chest, strapping it on like a vest. The temporary little was mortified at the realization that they were once again going to be in public.

"Why, we need to work off that big breakfast, of course. Let's go for a walk. There's a park with a playground nearby and if you get bored of swinging on the jungle gym the resort has a shopping center and cinema too. It's my job to check out as much as this place has to offer, and I can't very well leave you here to fend for yourself. What kind of cub-sitter would I be if I did that?"

Vanen gulped as Rai snapped the leash's lead onto his harness.