A Trip Through the Woods
Once upon a time, there was a young fox named Andlat sitting at the breakfast table. His sister Ashley sat across from him, eating quietly.
"Andlat." Their mother entered the room with a basket in her paws. "Would you mind taking this basket to Ms. Fleming across the forest?" Andlat looked up at his mom.
"Sure. It won't take too long, will it?"
"It shouldn't." She said with a smile, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"Mom!" He whined.
"Oh, shush. I can kiss my little boy whenever I want."
"I'm sixteen!" Andlat whined, glaring over at Ashley as she giggled.
"Little boy, little boy!" She chanted.
"You're a year younger than me!" Andlat retorted.
"But I'm so much more mature."
"Andlat. Ashley. Stop." Their mom yelled over them. "Now, Andlat. Put your dishes in the sink."
"Yes, ma'am." Andlat took his dishes into the kitchen, setting them in the sink. His mom followed with the basket.
"Now then. Don't get distracted in the woods. Go straight to Ms. Fleming's and then straight back here, understand?" She kneeled and adjusted his clothes. "Are your undies clean?" She asked.
"Mom!" Andlat whined, red-faced.
"I made sure his panties are clean, momma." Ashley said, poking her head in with a grin. Andlat glared daggers at the teenaged vixen. She disappeared and Andlat returned his attention to trying to push his mom off of him.
"Mom, just let me go." He whined. She smiled.
"Alright. Be back in two hours, okay?" She kissed his cheek again, making the fox feel like he was a kit. She patted his butt. "Now go." Andlat took the basket in his paws and headed out the back door toward the woods.
It was a beautiful day. The fox smiled as he walked with his fluffy tail swaying from side to side as he went along among the trees. Birds sang and a gentle breeze blew, making the foliage rustle almost musically.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Andlat yelped and sniffed the air. Lupine pheromones filled his snout. There was a wolf behind him. He slowly turned and smiled in as friendly a manner as he could muster.
"Good morning, sir." He said, trying to hide his fear.
"What a polite little kit." The wolf said, taking a few steps toward the fox.
"I'm not a kit." Andlat mumbled softly.
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm not a kit. I'm sixteen years old. I just haven't got my growth spurt yet." Andlat explained. The wolf laughed.
"My, my. What a clever little vixen."
"I'm not a vixen either." The fox whispered, realizing that he smelled like strawberries from his bath the night before. Stupid Ashley got to choose the body wash that they had.
"What's in the basket?"
"Treats, I think." Andlat said. The wolf came closer and Andlat whimpered, feeling his bladder almost release. He couldn't wet himself! That would just make things worse. He managed to stop the flow, but a tiny squirt escaped. The wolf sniffed the air and smiled.
"Uh-oh! Did someone just have a wittle accident?" The wolf teased.
"No!" Andlat squeaked, sounding exactly like a kit caught with wet pants. The wolf laughed and tugged down the fox's pants, revealing his Cinderella panties with a wet spot right on the crotch. Andlat's face burned furiously as the wolf nodded.
"Just as I thought." Without warning, he scooped up the fox and carried him like a cub into the forest. Andlat yelped and wiggled, but there was no escape as the wolf carried him, one of his paws rubbing the fox's rump, his panties prominently on display. Andlat whimpered as he pondered his bad luck. Ashley had gone and chosen the cubbiest pair of panties he owned for him to wear today.
They came to a small cottage nestled between two trees. The wolf entered and carried the fox to the back, where a changing table stood.
"I need to get going." Andlat protested as the wolf gently lay him down on the crinkly pad.
"This'll take just a moment, sweetie." The wolf replied as he removed the fox's pants and shirt. Andlat blushed, lying there in just his panties.
"What are you doing?" He asked softly.
"Just getting you into a diaper, of course."
"A diaper!" Andlat yelled, trying to sit up. The wolf easily pushed him back down.
"Yes. Vixens who wet their panties need diapers. I'm sure your momma will understand." The wolf easily removed the fox's panties, smiling at his cock. "What's your name?"
"Andlat." The fox replied.
"That's not a good name for the owner of such pretty panties." The wolf said with a warm smile. "Try again." Andlat had been through experiences like this quite often in playing with Ashley. He sighed.
"My name's Emma." He whispered. The wolf nodded. Of course a little boy in panties would have a girl's name ready to go.
"Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl." The wolf mused as he slipped a thick diaper under the fox's rump. Andlat whimpered softly, but the wolf suspected that this was not the first time the fox had been diapered recently. He grabbed the baby oil and started to rub it into the fox's diaper area. Andlat could not help but murr softly at the soothing sensation. "Emma likes that, hmm?" The wolf smiled as the fox's cock stirred, but he disregarded it, grabbing the baby powder and dusting the fox.
Andlat's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. He had no hope of escaping the wolf, but he also did not want to succumb to whatever the wolf had planned for him. His eyes widened as the wolf taped the diaper snugly around his waist, pinning his cock in its erect position.
"Isn't that better, sweetie?" The wolf said, scooping up the fox and rubbing his crinkly rump. Andlat whimpered into the wolf's shoulder as he was carried through the cottage. " Now, how about a nice snack before I send you on your way?" Andlat looked up at the paternal wolf and nodded shyly. The wolf smiled and opened the refrigerator, where a baby bottle stood. He shifted Andlat into a cradled position in one arm and slipped the nipple of the bottle into the fox's mouth. Andlat whined into the nipple, but then its sweet contents began to flow, silencing his complaints as instinct took over. He nursed.
The wolf carried the nursing fox throughout the cottage, no real destination in mind for the time being. Andlat quietly nursed, the milk or formula quite sweet on his tongue, tasting wonderful. The bottle was large enough that by the time he had drained it, his belly bulged slightly.
"All gone!" The wolf declared happily, returning to the kitchen and setting the bottle in the sink.
"Can I go now?" Andlat asked shyly.
"Not yet." The wolf replied. "We can't have you waddling through the woods in just your diaper." He returned to the changing table and placed the fox down on it before grabbing a nearby garment bag.
"What's that?"
"Your dress, princess Emma." The wolf unzipped it, revealing a white dress with frilly petticoats. Andlat's eyes widened.
"I can't wear that!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure a good little girl like you will be careful not to get it dirty." The wolf replied, wasting no time in slipping the dress over Andlat's body. Andlat shivered as the soft material brushed his fur. He had worn dresses many times, thanks to Ashley and his mom, so he knew enough to acknowledge how nice this dress was, even if it was something only a very little girl would wear. The wolf skillfully buttoned the dress up his back, kissing his forehead. "Such a precious princess." He praised. He produced two lengths of white ribbon out of seemingly nowhere and tied two bows in the fox's headfur.
"Can I go now?" Andlat whimpered, feeling more humiliated than he ever had.
"One last thing." The wolf revealed a lovely red velvet cloak, which he set on the fox's shoulders. Even with the hood up, the bows in his fur were visible, adding to his juvenile and girly look. "There we go! The perfect outfit for a sweet little vixen, out delivering goodies." The wolf helped the red-faced fox down from the changing table. "I'll take you back to the road and send you along your way." The wolf took Andlat's paw and led him through the cottage.
Along the way, Andlat kept noticing his reflection and he realized just how sissified the wolf had made him. What was he going to do? He could not go to Mrs. Fleming's dressed like this, much less return home. Yet he also was unable of doing either of those things naked. What was he to do?
As he pondered this, the wolf got him back to the main road where they had first met. He kneeled down and kissed the fox's cheek, fussing over his outfit much like Andlat's mother had only a short while earlier.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Emma." The wolf said, patting his diapered rump. "You be careful, okay? I wouldn't want your momma to spank you for ruining your pretty new dress." Andlat nodded shyly. "That's a good girl." The wolf smiled. "Now, hurry along." He gave Andlat a firm pat on the behind to send him along his way.
Andlat waddled quickly, hoping to make up for lost time. The crinkles of the diaper were like thunder to his ears. The song of the birds and the rustle of the trees now sounded to him like laughing.
"Look at that sissy fox!" He imagined the birds singing to one another. He held the basket close and hurried along.
He stopped after a while for a short break, groaning as his stomach began to ache. He bent over, setting the basket down, and groaned even more loudly. He closed his eyes and tried to quell his upset stomach. A moment later, it subsided and he continued on his journey.
It was not too long before the trees thinned and Mrs. Fleming's cottage appeared. Andlat sighed in relief and dashed to the door as fast as his thick padding allowed.
The moment that he knocked on the door and Mrs. Fleming opened it, Andlat's jaw dropped.
"What?" He stammered, staring up at the wolf from the woods, who was now wearing a simple floral print dress. "Is this a joke?"
"Nonsense." The wolf said. "Please, come inside." The wolf grabbed Andlat's paw and tugged him inside. This threw Andlat off-guard and without warning, his bowels clenched and released into his diaper.
"That bottle was full of laxatives!" Andlat realized as he stood there, his diaper sagging.
"Sorry, dear?" The wolf said, looking back at him.
"That bottle you gave me was drugged!" Andlat accused.
"I guess a bottle would be a good payment for bringing me these yummy treats." The wolf said thoughtfully. He scooped Andlat up. "Oh! And someone needs a change too." He chuckled as he patted the fox's rump, compressing his mess. "What's your name anyway, little girl?"
"You know my name." Andlat retorted grumpily as the wolf rocked him in his arms.
"Don't be silly. I'm old, sweetie. I've known a lot of little girls in my day." The wolf replied as he set the basket on the kitchen counter. Andlat grumbled.
"My name's Emma." He muttered.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma." The wolf snuggled him with a warm smile before fishing a bottle out of the refrigerator. Andlat's eyes widened. It was even bigger than the one he had had earlier! "Open wide!" The wolf coaxed. Andlat obeyed with a frown, the nipple immediately filling his muzzle. "There you go, Emma." He coaxed soothingly. Andlat whimpered into the nipple, feeling even more trapped, his messy diaper clinging to his fur.
The wolf rocked Andlat back and forth, back and forth, as the bottle slowly draining into the fox's muzzle, his eyes gently batting closed before he widened them again. He was desperate not to fall asleep, ever mindful of his promise to get back home before the two hour deadline. At long last, the bottle was empty.
"Time for burpies!" The wolf declared, placing Andlat against his shoulder and rubbing his back until the fox burped. "Good girl!" The wolf smiled as he held Andlat up in the air, the fox's legs dangling helplessly. The fox avoided the wolf's eyes, feeling more humiliated than ever. He would never complain about taking ballet with Ashley again. This was far worse. "Now then." The wolf's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "How about a diaper change?"
"Yes, please." Andlat said submissively. The wolf carried him along, chuckling to himself at how polite the fox was. He was soon set down on a changing table and the process began.
Andlat stared at the wall, too embarrassed to pay attention the wolf untaping his diaper. He yelped as he felt the cold wipe on his rump.
"Whoops! I should have warned you, hmm?" The wolf said with a chuckle. Andlat rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the wolf. "We'll have to fill that basket of yours with extra diapers for your momma, hmm? Someone is a little miss tinklepanties."
"Stop it!" Andlat whined. The wolf had just the thing for whiny kits. He slipped a pacifier into the fox's muzzle. Andlat yelped at the intrusion, but began to suck on it, adding validity to the wolf's suspicions that the fox was secretly enjoying this treatment.
Soon enough, Andlat was in a fresh diaper. The wolf picked him up in one arm and carried the small fox around as he prepared the basket for the fox's return journey. Andlat whined softly as the wolf filled the basket with thick diapers.
"I'm also including a letter for your momma telling her how good of a girl you were, getting me these treats so quickly. It also asks her to send you with treats at least once a week, in that very outfit that you're wearing." The wolf smiled as he closed the basket and carried it along with the fox to the front door. "Now, you hurry along, little Emma. I wouldn't want your momma to worry about her little princess." He gave the fox a reassuring pat on the rump and sent him along his way.
Andlat waddled along, wondering what he was going to do. He had to get home, but he had no other clothes to wear than this. Plus, it'd be impossible to explain what had happened to the basket. He considered dumping the contents, but he knew that the wolf would be checking up and possibly even following him all the way home. He felt trapped as he waddled along, ignoring the beautiful afternoon all around him. Momma and Ashley were going to have a field day once they saw him, but that is a story for a different time.
The End