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NOTE: A few readers have been bothered by some of the content of this story. Please make note of the tags, particularly humiliation and punishment. If these sorts of themes can be upsetting, maybe this story isn't for you. I have lots of other stories that are more fuzzy and friendly, so please do check those out. On the other hand, if you happen to like this kind of thing, then please do read on.

Jesse creaked open the door to his room and waited for a moment, just listening. There was no sound coming from anywhere else in the house, except for the soft breathing of his family, all sleeping sound in their beds. He grinned to himself and carefully pulled his door open just enough for him to slip out into the hallway. His pawpads barely made any noise on the carpet as he quietly crept down the hall to the bathroom that he shared with his little brother and sister.

"This is going to be great," he thought to himself. It was a perfect prank! He stepped into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling down the plastic cup he had placed in there earlier that day. If anybody asked, he was just going to get a drink - that wasn't a crime, was it? He filled the cup with warm water, keeping the faucet on low so that it could barely be heard. He didn't even bother to turn on a light - the open window and the moon outside gave him more than enough visibility.

Once he had a mostly full glass of tepid water, he slid back out into the hallway and returned to the room that he shared with his little brother Max. Now Max had a tendency to sleep curled up right at the very edge of the bed, with one arm hanging off the side, dangling just above the floor. Tonight was no exception. Jesse wondered if it could be more perfect. He set the cup down beside his little brother's bed and gently - ever so gently - slipped the cub's paw into the water. With that done, he crawled back into his bed. All that was left was to wait. He slinked back over to his bed on the other side of the room and slid under his covers. It wasn't that he disliked his little brother or anything. He didn't really know why he was always picking on the kid, but he just couldn't help himself! He was always administering wedgies and noogies and teasing Max. This was going to be one of the best tricks he'd ever pulled off though, if it worked.

It didn't take long at all for the warm water to have the desired effect. Jesse's ears perked up as a sound not unlike running water, a soft trickling came from the direction of his little brother's bed. He just grinned to himself and had to suppress his snickering. He'd never actually tried this prank before. Part of him didn't think it was even real, that it was just something they did in the movies. But it seemed to be working pretty well! He waited another few minutes and then silently removed the cup from the side of his brother's bed and returned it to the medicine closet in the bathroom. He felt very satisfied with himself, smug over the success of his prank as he climbed back into bed, finally ready to go to sleep. With the evidence taken care of, he rolled over and laid his head on his pillow as his nose twitched slightly at the scent of wet lioncub in the air.

The next morning, he was up, out of bed, and dressed before his little brother had even realized the situation he was in. Jesse was sitting downstairs at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal when he heard his mom go in to wake his little brother up, only to discover the 'accident' he'd had overnight. He couldn't hear exactly what she was saying, but he got the idea. It was something along these lines, "Max, you're nine years old! You can't be wetting the bed like this anymore. You're old enough to know when you need to use the bathroom. The sheets are soaked, and your pajamas! I just hope we can save the mattress... oh, go to the bathroom and clean up, you can't go to school smelling that."

He had to try really hard not to bust out laughing when he imagined his little brother, walking to bathroom in his cold, soaking wet, two-piece pajamas, his ears folded down and his tail wrapped around his ankle, his cheekfur showing bright pink. He was going to tease the kid like crazy when he got home from school and 'found out' about what had happened. The thought of how much fun that was going to be kept a smile plastered on the fourteen year-old lion's face as he shouldered his backpack and started the walk to his middle school.

He got home that afternoon having almost forgotten about the prank that he'd pulled that morning. He was far more excited about the fact that it was Friday afternoon - the Friday before spring break, in fact! No more school for a whole week! That was enough to distract any newly teenaged lion from a little trick he'd played on his younger brother. So Jesse was too busy thinking about all the bike-riding he'd be doing, and time he'd be spending at the arcade to guess at what his mother wanted when she called him up to his room.

"Jesse, is that you? Come on up to your room. We need to have a little talk."

When he stepped into the room he shared with his little brother, he saw that the sheets had been stripped off his brother's bed. The sight reminded him of his prank, and he stifled a snicker as he looked to his mom, who was sitting on his bed with her paws folded in her lap. "What's up,

mom?" he asked, trying to sound as innocent as he could.

"Jesse - you didn't happen to... notice what your little brother did last night, did you?" He shook his head, making the best confused expression that he could muster. "Well, he had a little accident overnight."

Hearing his mom actually say it was too much for him and he grinned, even though he tried not to. "Oh," he said with a nod, "is that why the little guy's sheets aren't on his bed?"

His mom nodded to him and gave the tufted tip of her tail the littlest flick. "Yes Jesse, they're in the wash. Hopefully, they'll be dry by the time you kids get to bed tonight. I just wanted to ask you if you knew anything about what happened to Max last night."

Jesse was a little surprised at that question, and he started to worry that maybe he'd been caught. He wasn't the best at hiding his anxiety, and he gulped before he asked, "What? How could I know anything about the little twerp peeing himself? I was asleep the whole time." His whiskers twitched involuntarily before he added, "I mean, I don't know, maybe he needs diapers or something. Geez, why are you asking me?"

Jesse's mother frowned, "I gave you a chance to admit it, but you decided to lie to me." He just stood there, trying to think of a way to get out of this. "While Max was taking a quick shower this morning, I decided to look in the medicine cabinet for the thermometer, to see if he had a fever - that would have explained this sudden accident. It was very out of the ordinary, after all. Max hasn't had any trouble with night-time accidents for more than four years. Anyway, what I found in the medicine cabinet, in the bathroom you share with your brother and sister, was a plastic cup from the kitchen downstairs."

She folded her paws across her chest and glared at the now sheepish teenaged lion. He furrowed his brow, still trying in vain to come up with some kind of explanation, but he was starting to come to the realization that he'd been busted. "I heard you talking a few days ago with your friend Paul about whether or not putting someone's paw in warm water while they were asleep would make them need to pee. And Tammy said that she heard you getting up twice in the middle of the night last night."

Jesse was staring down at the floor in between his feetpaws, his paws clasped together behind him as he stood there. He couldn't believe he got caught! He was so sure that he'd been careful enough to get off scot-free. "Jesse, did you really think you were going to get away with this? What could have possibly possessed you to do this to your little brother? He felt awful this morning, did you know that? He was crying for almost an hour, he was so embarrassed about what happened. How could you do that to him?"

At this point, Jesse had started to feel that his mom was really laying it on thick. It was just a little harmless prank, after all. It wasn't his fault if his little brother overreacted. He gave his nose a twitch and said, "Geez mom, it's not that big of a deal. Come on, I was just playing a little trick on that dweeb. I didn't make him whine about it like a little baby." He snorted and curled his lip in a sneer that he could only commit himself to halfway. He tried to put up a brave front, but he had never really been one to standing up to his parents. Whenever he got caught doing something he shouldn't (and he pretty much always did) it didn't take him long to fold up.

The lioness raised her eyebrows and stood up from the side of the bed, placing her paws on her hips and glaring down at her son. She was still a good deal taller than Jesse, and the top of his head was only just level with her chest. "Listen here young man, every time I catch you doing something, I ground you. But it just doesn't seem to stick, does it? I keep trying to teach you discipline, but it just won't register. And now you don't even seem to care about how much your 'little prank' upset your little brother. I think it's time for something drastic."

Jesse's mother thought she knew what the problem was with her son. Ever since Max was born, Jesse was always acting out. It was a classic case. For almost five years he'd been the center of his parents' attention. In all that time, there was nobody else in the equation. He was jealous of his little brother and later, his little sister. The problem was clearly deeply rooted, so she figured that a drastic solution would be the only way to address the problem.

"Since you won't respond to normal punishments, I think its about time we tried something new." She sat back down on the lion's bed and patted her thighs. "Alright Jesse, lay across my lap, belly down." She smiled to her son knowingly, "I know it's been a little while, but I bet you remember the position, right?"

Jesse's jaw dropped as he stared at his mom. He couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. He was fourteen years old! She hadn't actually spanked him for years. He was so shocked that his mom was sitting waiting for him to lie across her lap that he tried to remember when the last time was. At first, he thought it was when he was nine and had caught trying to steal a candy bar. But then he remembered one time when he was almost eleven that he was etching bad words into his desk at school. It hadn't been as long as he thought it'd been.

His mom saw his hesitation and frowned. Her voice grew sterner. "Jesse! Did you hear me?" Jesse snapped back from his moment of recollection and whimpered softly as he began to shuffle the short distance across the floor. In a moment, he was standing in front of his mother. He did know the procedure for this. It had happened so much in the past that it was almost automatic now, even considering how long it had been. His face flushed pink through the tawny brown fur on his cheeks as he looked down at his feet and moved his paws to the front of his pants. He glanced at his mother's expression, noticing that it was still as authoritarian as ever. He could tell that she wasn't going to change her mind. So he just undid his fly and carefully laid himself across his mother's lap.

She let him settle down and then rubbed his lower back through his shirt. She carefully took his tail in one paw and moved it out of the way. Then she undid the button on the back of her son's pants just above the base of his tail, and slid them down to his knees. Jesse was wearing a pair of blue briefs with white elastic, one of his favorite pairs of underwear. His mom just placed her palm on his rear end and rested the other on his back, keeping his tail from moving and ready to keep him from squirming too much.

"Now then Jesse, I didn't think we'd have to do this again, but you keep proving to me that you're just not ready to act like a mature young man. And if you'd rather act like a naughty little boy, then that's just how I'm going to treat you." The teenaged lion boy shut his eyes tightly, unable to do anything but listen to his mother lecture him while he lay there. He fidgeted a little out of habit, but had learned a long time ago that it was a lot easier not to try and get away.

"Jesse, you were a very bad little boy, humiliated your little brother like that. He looks up to you, though I can't see why. You're constantly teasing him and treating him badly. This may have been the cruelest thing you've done to Max, but you and I both know it's far from the first. How many spanks do you think you need to learn not to behave like this toward your little brother?"

He knew that this was always a tricky game to play. His mom would never go lower than he guessed, but if didn't pick a big enough number, she would usually end up doubling it, at least. He never had been very good at choosing the right number and always ended up with a bigger spanking than he should have gotten. He turned his head back over his shoulder to look at his mom and ventured a hesitant guess, "W-well... Ten?"

His mom took in a deep breath as she considered his answer. "Well, I don't know. That doesn't really seem like enough." Jesse whimpered as he waited for her to tell her what his final punishment was going to be. "But I think it will do for a start."

And just like that, the lioness raised her paw into the air, letting it hover there for a moment before she brought it back down onto Jesse's rump with a resounding *whap!* He winced and gritted his teeth, a stinging sensation spreading across his behind. A shiver ran down his spine as he let out a very juvenile-sounding whining noise.

With the first one down, his mother started Jesse's spanking in earnest, landing swat after swat on his bottom. She was always controlled with her punishments. She never actually hurt her cubs. She was just giving them a little reminder that they needed to behave. In the end, the very worst they ever ended up with was a slight soreness when they sat down for the next day or so. Her paw slapped against the blue cotton covering her son's rear again and again, until she finally got to ten.

Jesse was chewing on his lower lip, wriggling himself on his mother's lap and emitting a high-pitched whimper very uncharacteristic of any self-respecting teenager. He sniffled softly as his mother rubbed his back gently with one paw and let the other settle back onto his sore behind. "There now, Jesse. Do you think that was enough? I don't think so. If you had seen how upset your brother was this morning, I don't think you would either."

As the lion was steeling himself for another round, he felt his mother slip a fingertip under the elastic waistband of his underwear. His eyes opened wide and he started to straighten up, but his mom's other paw held him down against her lap and the bed. With one quick tug, Jesse found his underwear down around his mid-thighs, and he felt open air on his exposed backside. He shook his back and forth and whined, "M-mom! Hey, don't..."

His protests were silenced by one quick swat on the lion's already pinkened rear end as the lioness shook her head and chided her son. "You're in no position to negotiate here, mister. Your punishment isn't over, yet. You said you needed ten swats on your bum, but I think you could use ten more. That should let you know just how important it is for you to behave yourself."

This was more embarrassing than Jesse had been prepared for - the idea of getting a spanking again was bad enough, but a bare-bottomed spanking was just humiliating. He tried once more to squirm away, more out of a natural reaction anything else, but his mother's paw kept him firmly in place. With any hope of escape gone, he just closed his eyes and pretended that this wasn't happening.

Of course, he couldn't pretend for very long. That illusion was shattered as soon as his mother's paw was brought down on his butt once again, making a much sharper slapping noise without the protection of his underwear to soften the blow. This time, the stinging sensation and the embarrassment of getting his naked behind spanked as if he was just a six-year old was too much for Jesse to take. He let out a squeal at the feeling of the first swat, and by the time his mother had gotten to the end of this round, he was crying like an abashed toddler and kicking his feetpaws the best he could with his pants around his knees.

When his mother had finished giving him another set of ten spanks, she gently rubbed his back and cooed down reassuringly to Jesse. "Shhh, it's alright sweetie. Mama just needs for you to behave like a good little boy. Can you do that for me, huh? Can you, cubby?" Jesse sniffled in between gurgles and sobs as he moved his paws up to rub the wet fur on his face. He just nodded and mumbled something in the affirmative. "That's a good boy," his mom continued, "Now then, are you sorry for misbehaving?"

Jesse quickly nodded his head and wiped his nose on the back of his paw, whimpering with contrition as he yelped, "I'm really sorry, mom! I'll be good, I promise I will."

His mother slid her paw up to the lion's head and nuzzled his mane in between his ears, smiling down at him. "Of course you say you will, Jesse. But I want to make absolutely sure that you've learned your lesson. So you know what you've got to do." She patted the side of her son's thigh and said, "Stand up, put your nose in the corner, and take some time to think about what you've done."

The lion whimpered again, even though this was not unexpected. His mom usually had him stand like that after he'd gotten a spanking. It was the most embarrassing part a lot of the time, because his little brother and sister used to come and peek in on him, snickering at the pink coloring on his rump. He really hoped they wouldn't see him this time, at least.

He let out a soft grunt as he slipped off his mom's lap. He blushed bright red through his cheekfur all over again and quickly moved a paw down to cover himself. His mom couldn't help but smile at how bashful he was, which only embarrassed him further. His other paw slipped around behind him and rubbed the sore fur on his tush. As he shuffled over towards the corner, pants still hanging around his knees, his tail wrapped itself around his calf, like it always did when he was this ashamed. He waddled over to the corner and settled into place, staring at the blank wall with his rear on display.

His mom stood up and smoothed out the front of her skirt. It had gotten a little wrinkled from the squirming, teenaged lion cub that was lying across her lap a moment ago. She smiled at her son and reached a paw out to lovingly scritch his mane again. "Now you just stay there and think about what you've done. I've got to go and get something, but I'll be back soon. You'd better still be in that corner when I get back, or else." She leaned down and kissed Jesse's head before walking out of the room.

Jesse spent his time in the corner thinking about what his mom was going to do when she got back. He really hoped that his punishment was all over with, but something in his mother's tone made him think that he was just getting started. He didn't think that his actions last night had really been all that bad, but maybe this was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

He was still trying to think about exactly what was left in store for him when he heard the soft footsteps of his mother coming back into his room. He heard some noise that he didn't recognize, some weird kind of rustling. He wanted to turn around and see what it was, but he knew he wasn't supposed to take his nose out of the corner yet. Was this another part of his punishment? The curiosity was really getting to him, but he didn't have to wait long before his mom said, "Alright Jesse, come here and lay down on the bed."

The teenage lion finally turned his head over his shoulder. His mom was standing next to his bed, and there was something spread out on his sheets. He didn't recognize it at first, and even after he did, he didn't believe it. There it was: a big, white, plastic rectangle. It was a diaper! Jesse's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as he stared at the diaper, clearly oversized for a much bigger baby. A baby about his own size, in fact! He just stood there, mouth agape, too shocked to move.

His mother obviously didn't appreciate his hesitation. She glared at him and folded her arms across her chest. The tip of her tail twitched anxiously. "Jesse!" she snapped, pulling him back out of his trance. "You come over here and sit your butt down, now." She pointed at the diaper, spread out on the teenager's bed. Just as the lion took in a breath to start to protest, his mom cut him off. "Oh no, you're not going to talk your way out of this. You're not even going to try, so don't start. You humiliated your brother with a juvenile prank. I think what you need is to understand how he feels. So take a seat, cubby."

She'd cut him off before he even had a chance. His whiskers and his ears twitched involuntarily as he mentally scrambled to try and come up with some kind of excuse, but he was having some real trouble. Normally, he might have had the fortitude to come up with some kind of defense, or at least put up a fight, even if it was just pointless whining. But since he'd already had to endure a spanking and some corner time, his will was pretty much drained.

He lowered his head and started shuffled back towards his bed like he was walking the steps to the gallows. His paws remained in front of him, covering his crotch. Even though his mom had spanked his bare behind, he still was old enough that he wasn't excited about being seen in the buff. The lioness couldn't help but smirk at her son's bashfulness. Jesse finally got to the edge of the bed and took in a deep breath, which he let out in a whimpering sigh. He positioned himself over the seat of the diaper and set his sore rump down on the plastic padding. He winced at the feeling of putting any pressure on his pink bottom, but the diaper was softer than he'd expected it to be.

"Oh, move those out of the way, silly. I'm your mother, you don't have anything that I haven't seen. I changed your diapers for years, if you recall," the lioness chuckled as she swatted Jesse's paws away from his front. "Besides, you're going to have to move those out of the way so I can tape this thing onto you." The teenager whined as his mom's paws then moved down to Jesse's knees and spread them apart. She slipped his pants off entirely, but left his blue underwear around his ankles.

Before she finished diapering him, she picked up a bottle of talcum powder that she'd brought in with the diaper. As she started liberally sprinkling his fur and the diaper with the scented powder, she chuckled and smiled, "This was always my favorite part about changing diapers - babies smell so nice right after they're powdered up." After covering Jesse's diaper area with the stuff, she started to rub it into his fur. He whimpered and squirmed, not having been subjected to this kind of treatment from his mom for more than a decade.

"I'm not the only one who likes this smell. Do you remember the time, not long after Max was born, that you got hold of the bottle of cubby powder from his changing table and covered yourself in the stuff? You were so cute!" As she said that, she beeped Jesse's nose with the tip of powdered finger. His mom always told that story whenever she wanted to embarrass him, and it was definitely working now. Of course, she didn't need to tell stories to keep him embarrassed, in a situation like this.

With his fur thoroughly saturated with the infantile scent of talc, his mom finally pulled the front of the diaper up and deftly attached the tapes around his waist. She had gone through years of diaper changes with three babies before, after all. And a bigger baby was still a baby, just the same. Once the diaper was fit snugly on Jesse's body, his mom checked to make sure legholes clung tightly to his thighs and everything was the way it should be. When his diaperfront passed her inspection, she gave the lion's hip and pat and helped him to stand up.

As Jesse's mom helped him pull himself to his feet, he was still blushing at the feeling of the padding bunching up in between his legs and pressing softly against his front and rear. As soon as he got his footing, his legs spread apart slightly more than they normally were to account for the bulk of his new diapers, his mom subjected the seat of his diaper to same inspection that she'd given his front while he was laying down. She tugged back on the waistband above his rump and sprinkled a good deal of powder into the seat of his diaper before securing the tape above the base of the lion's tail.

Once he was securely sealed into his diapers, his mother put a paw on his padded rear and started rubbing the sweetly scented powder into his fur, right through his diaper. He whimpered at this, not only because of how embarrassing it was, but also because the added pressure on his still stinging behind was not something he would have preferred. Finally, when everything about Jesse's new diapers were in order, his mom pulled his underwear back up. The blue undies did nothing to hide the thick padding underneath them. In fact, they almost drew more attention to the teenager's padded condition. With a gentle pat to her son's rustly rear end, the lioness kissed his mane once again and smiled. "How sweet, I've got my little baby boy back."

Through this whole ordeal, Jesse was barely aware of what was going on. Well, he was aware, but it was almost like it wasn't happening to him. He was so amazed that his mom had decided to punish him like this, he could barely believe it. He'd lost all of his sense of self-control, his sense of adulthood, in no time at all. He was just his mom's little cubby again, all of a sudden. If he'd been thinking a little more clearly, he might have realized that this was just about how his little brother had felt this morning. Of course, he was far too embarrassed at his state of dress and the lingering memory of his spanking to notice something that subtle.

There was no spark of adolescent disobedience in him, right then. As he stood there, hearing his diapers crinkle every time he even shifted his weight, he felt a lot more like a timid little cub than the misbehaving teen he was just this morning. So when his mother took his paw in hers and started leading her along, all he could do was pad along behind her, waddling just enough for it to be noticeable thanks to his diapered state.

She led him downstairs slowly, letting him get used to the slightly different way that walking felt now. As they descended, Jesse could hear that the TV was on in the living room. It sounded like cartoons. He thought about what time it was and realized that Max and Tammy were almost

certainly down there, watching some TV as they wound down from school.

A moment after he figured out that his two younger siblings were just down a few steps and around a corner, he connected that with the fact that he was obviously wearing a big, puffy diaper. He was mortified at the idea of them seeing him like this. Even his baby sister had been out of training pants for close to two years, even at night. He stopped dead in his tracks and bit his lower lip. When his mom closed her paw tighter around his and tugged him along gently, he just whimpered softly and shook his head back and forth.

His mother looked at him and furrowed her brow. "You don't want to get in even more trouble, do you Jesse?" The lion didn't even need to shake his head. It was understood. "Well then, come along." He let out a little whining noise, but then reluctantly shuffled his way down the rest of the stairs. As the lioness turned the corner into the living room, Jesse was still so embarrassed about his younger siblings finding him in this predicament that he tried to hide himself behind her, like a bashful toddler would.

"Max, Tammy? I've got someone to show the two of you." The two cubs lifted their heads up and turned away from the TV, looking curiously at their mother. She stepped aside to reveal Jesse. At first the littler lion and lioness weren't quite sure what was going on. It only took them a moment to figure out why their big brother's underwear looked a little odd, though. They both broke out into wide-eyed grins as they stared at the teenaged lion, standing there in nothing but a pair of blue underwear, which did nothing to hide his diapers, and a green t-shirt. Their mother said, "Now then, I think Jesse has something he'd like to say to you, Max. Go ahead, Jesse."

Jesse stood there in a pose that demonstrated just how bashful and shy he was. His paws were held together behind him and he was staring down at his feet, one of which he'd crossed over the other. His tail was wrapped around his calf again, and the fur on his face was shining bright pink. He didn't dare move, for fear of the noise his diapers would make when he did. He glanced up at the expression on the faces of his little brother and sister, and he winced at how much they were enjoying him getting brought down a peg like this.

He sighed and shifted his weight just slightly, which created a disproportionately loud rustling noise. It was hard for him to even talk, as bashful as he was feeling. His voice came out kind of mumbled as he said, "Muh... M-Max? I'm sorry that I played a trick on you and made you wet the bed last night." His little brother was a little bit embarrassed at having thought brought up again, but that was nowhere near as bad as what Jesse was going through, so he didn't feel too bad. Jesse glanced over towards his mom, who was smiling approvingly at her son's apology.

Max folded his paws across his chest and smirked. But he wasn't going to tease his big brother back - at least, not while his mom was standing right there. He just nodded once and said, "That's okay, Jesse. I forgive you." He giggled a little bit as Mom reached her paw over and nuzzled the 'big boy' lion's cheekfur and petted his mane in between his ears again.

"There we go. That's how good brothers are supposed to behave. Now you two keep getting along, okay? Jesse, you sit down with your brother and sister and watch cartoons with them." She slid her paw around behind him and patted the lion's diapered rear, which made him whimper softly. "Now then, you're going to stay in that diaper until tomorrow morning, or maybe - if you really behave, you can take it off at bedtime. Alright?"

As his mom walked out of the room towards the kitchen, Jesse nodded his head and waddled over to the floor in front of the couch, folding his ears down as he took a seat and crossed his legs. Both Max and Tammy snickered to themselves at the sound of Jesse's rustling diapers, neither of them holding back so much now that their mother was out of the room.

Tammy turned to her brother Max and asked, "Is he really wearing a diaper, do you think?"

Max nodded, still smirking at the comeuppance his big brother was getting. "It sure looks like it. And sounds like it. He must be."

Jesse could barely stand hearing his younger siblings talk about him like this. He glanced over his shoulder at the look on Max's face and flushed pink all over again. He turned back to the animated show on the TV and focused all of his attention on that, trying his best to shut out the conversation between his little brother and sister. He did such a good job of engrossing himself in the television that he didn't even notice as his younger brother walked into the kitchen and asked his mother if he could have a glass of water.

Max walked back into the living room and took his seat on the couch again, glancing over knowingly at his sister. The two of them watched Jesse carefully and teased him a little bit more, seeing if he was reacting to them at all. When they saw that he was apparently stuck in his own little world, Max moved up behind the bigger lion and very carefully slipped a finger into the waistband of his diaper. With one quick motion, the little lion pulled back on the elastic and poured the entire cup of cool water into the seat of Jesse's diaper.

It probably goes without saying that Jesse was quite surprised at the sudden feeling of cold wetness on the fur of his rump. He had only just noticed the feeling the waistband of his diaper getting stretched at pulling against his stomach a bit when he felt the water poured down into his seat. He started turning his head over the shoulder but never got the chance to finish. When the cold sensation splashed all over his seat, soaking his sore behind, he sat straight up and let out a high-pitched yelp. His whole body shivered as he felt the cold water get absorbed into the padding around his rear.

Of course, Max thought the whole display of his big brother squealing out loud at the sensation of his diaper getting wet was a laugh riot. He collapsed back on the couch and clutched his sides. Jesse took a moment to recover from the shock, and his mind started wavering back and forth between two responses. On the one hand, he'd already gone through a lot of embarrassment and teasing so far, and something like this just made him want to curl up into a little ball and whimper. On the other hand, the suppressed rebellion and desire to act out that had been building up since about when he got home from school made him want to beat the snot out of his little brother.

As the teenager turned his head over his shoulder and looked at his little brother, laughing on the couch behind him, he frowned and turned up the corner of his mouth in a very angry sneer. It was all Max's fault that he was going through this entire ordeal, anyway. He growled a little bit and stood up, turning to face his little brother, who was wiping tears from his eyes, he was laughing so hard. He looked about as intimidating as he could, standing there with a diaper that had started to obviously sag in between his legs from the weight of the water it had absorbed. Even with the support from the underwear he had on over the diaper, it was obvious that the thing was wet.

Jesse stared at his chuckled brother and clenched his fists. He couldn't take the kid's laughing any more! "I am going to pound you, twerp!" he called out more loudly than he probably should have.

The sudden display of bravado from his diapered big brother came as a bit of a surprise to Max, who stopped laughing and barely a managed to grunt, "Huh?" before Jesse was on top of him and the two were grappling on the couch. Tammy squealed and called out for their mom, who was already on her way in, having heard Jesse's threat a moment earlier. The teenaged boy was doing his best to wail on his little brother, but he wasn't thinking too clearly, since his head was clouded by how angry and embarrassed he was. He was just kind of flailing his arms wildly. Max didn't even have time to think about fighting back, all he could do was just curl himself up into a protective ball.

As soon as she came into the room, the lioness shrieked, "Jesse! What are you doing?!" Her surprise at her son's transformation from a docile, repentant boy who had vowed to change his ways to a wild hoodlum who was attempting to beat up his own little brother was evident. She ran over to the couch and pulled the two boys apart. As a result, Jesse stumbled back from the couch and fell onto his diapered seat with a wet squishing noise. Max just stared up from where he was sitting with wide eyes, looking from his brother to his mom.

She immediately turned to face Jesse and wagged her index finger at him threateningly. "What do you think you're doing, young man? Do you even have any idea why you're being punished? What in the world could have possessed you to start attacking your own little brother?"

Most of the fight had gone out of him, and he felt like a little lion cub in wet diapers, but he still tried to plead his case. His voice sounded more juvenile and whiny than he intended it to, though. "But, mom - he..." He drew out the word 'mom' into three syllables.

"It doesn't matter what he did, under no circumstances is that kind of activity acceptable. Even if your little brother was teasing you, which he has every right to do considering how poorly you treat him on a daily basis, you should have come to me about it. I can see that you haven't learned anything about how to address your problems." She let out a frustrated sigh and frowned down at her oldest son.

"I had thought that you were maturing, that you were growing up to be a reasonable young man who understood how to behave. I can see now that I've made a mistake. You are in for a punishment that you will not forget, do you understand?" Her voice, by this point, had gotten so forceful and stern, that all three of her children were watching her with rapt attention and wide eyes. They had never seen her this mad before and all of them were a little worried about what she was going to do. Jesse just stared up at her with a slightly gaping muzzle and nodded his head weakly.

With that, the lioness reached down and took hold of Jesse's ear, giving it a sharp tug to let him know that he should stand up and follow her. He was quick to comply. She kept her hold on his ear and led him over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down. Without even giving him a chance to do it himself, she pulled him over her lap and yanked his tail out of the way. She took the time to pull his underwear down to his thighs, but didn't do anything about his diapers. If she noticed that the diaper was wet (the water had seeped up along the front by now) she didn't say anything about it.

She started spanking Jesse for the second time in an hour, this time spitting out words each time her paw landed on his diapered butt. "You're going - to learn - to behave yourself! You need - to stop acting - like a spoiled brat - like a little baby!" It hardly hurt at all. Even with the lingering soreness from his previous spanking, the thickness of the padding between his rump and his mother's paw kept Jesse from feeling most of the force behind the blows. On the other hand, each time her palm connected with his diaperseat, it made a loud noise that only reinforced how thick the padding was and how there was no doubt that the diaper was wet.

Each time her paw landed, it squeezed a little bit of the water out of the diaper's padding and forced it to run over the fur of the lion's crotch and rump all over again, so that in very little time pretty much his whole diaper area was wet. When that sensation combined with the humiliating revelation that his siblings were actually sitting there watching him get spanked like this and that was added to the dissipated adrenaline from when he had been so angry just a moment before, something very unfortunate happened. Jesse, the fourteen-year old lion, wet himself.

He didn't even notice it during his spanking. He might have noticed the additional feeling of wetness, but he definitely didn't recognize it for what it was. Even without that, the situation was enough to get Jesse pleading with his mother to stop, despite the fact that he had learned years ago that it never worked. In short order, he was just caterwauling and kicking his feet as he tried to wriggle his way off his mother's lap, but her paw, planted firmly on his back, kept him there the whole time. By the end, he had given up. His will to fight and to resist was sapped, and he lay slumped in her lap, just whimpering and sniffling as the last few spanks landed on his diapered seat. When he had calmed down, his mother noticed the unusual warmth coming from the front of the diaper.

She quickly stood Jesse back up in front of her and placed her paws on his hips. She stared at his diaper and shook her head at the sight; she didn't even need to check him. There was an obvious pale yellow spot covering the diaper's crotch, which was an irrefutable sign of what he had done. At first, Jesse was just sputtering wordless attempts at apologies and rubbing tears from his eyes, but when he noticed his mother's strange reaction, he glanced down at himself as well and was just as shocked as she was - if not more so - at what he saw. He gasped and squealed all over again, moving his paws down to try and cover himself, like that would somehow fix what he had done. He felt totally helpless, standing there in soaking wet diapers after just receiving a spanking from his mother, like he was nothing more than a naughty cub.

Jesse's mother stood up in front of him, seeming to tower over him now, and put her hands on her hips as she spoke to him slowly and deliberately. "All of this - all your acting out, all your misbehavior, all of your goofing off at school, it all points to one thing, doesn't it? You just desperately want to be the baby again, don't you? You want to be the center of attention, you don't want to deal with any responsibilities, even having to be careful about when you go to the bathroom! Is that it, Jesse? Well, if that's what you want, then that's what you are going to get!"

The lioness grabbed onto her son's paw and started marching towards the stairs, forcing Jesse to stumble along behind her, his blue underwear still around his knees. When he turned, the color in the front of his diapers was obvious even to Max and Tammy, who were still absolutely shocked at everything that was happening. Jesse tried to open his mouth to say something, but his mother snapped back at him before he even got the chance. "I won't hear another word out of you mister - put your thumb in your mouth."

His eyes opened wide at the order his mother gave him. He thought he heard her wrong, but when she turned her head and just about roared at him a moment later, "Put your thumb in your mouth!" he quickly complied. So the last image that Max and Tammy saw of their big brother was of him waddling around the corner, suckling on his thumb, with a wet diaper drooping in between his legs. As soon as the sound of the footsteps reached the top of the stairs, both of the little lions exploded into uproarious laughter.

Jesse, on other hand, wasn't laughing. He was starting to get really worried about what his mom was going to do with him, now. She'd been angry with him before, but nothing like this. He knew she had something pretty big in mind for him, but he didn't know what...

It wouldn't take him long to find out. Jesse's mom led him to the upstairs bathroom that he shared with his siblings, where he'd filled up the glass of water for his prank on Max the night before. She stood him there in the center of the tile floor and tugged his underwear down to the floor before she moved his feet to step him out of them. She shook her again as she looked at the yellowed front of the diaper, muttering, "I can't believe you actually wet yourself, Jesse." Her voice had softened a little, but not that much. She ripped the tapes on either side and pulled the sopping wet diaper off her son's hips, folding it up and taping it into a little ball more out of force of habit than anything else. She'd taken off thousands of her cubs' diapers by now, so it was pretty much a natural reaction by this point.

Her nose twitched at the scent of Jesse's wet fur, the teenage lion moving his free paw to cover himself up again, standing there with his other still up at the tip of his muzzle so he could keep nursing on his thumb. He whimpered a little bit and fidgeted as he watched his mom turn to the tub and turn on the faucet, adjusting the temperature briefly before turning back to her son. She rolled her eyes and swatted his little paw away from his front, saying, "No need to be bashful in front of your mama, babycub."

Jesse whined a little bit, both at being exposed like this and at having his mom call him by a name he only remembered her using in old home movies. But all the resistance he could muster was to shift his weight from one foot to other and twitch his nose as he looked up at his mom with a pleading expression in his eyes. Even though the sight of her oldest son nursing on his thumb and looking at her with big doe eyes was absolutely adorable, the lioness had already decided that Jesse needed to really be punished if he was going to learn his lesson.

She rummaged through a drawer for a moment and pulled out the electric razor that she used to use to trim her cubs' hair, before she'd gotten a good enough job that she didn't worry about costs like that anymore. It had been sitting unused in the drawer for quite a few years, but when she plugged it in, it buzzed to life like it was brand-new.

She turned to her son and said, "First things first - little boys like don't have any of this big boy fur, so that's got to go." She motioned to the patches of reddish fur among the usual tawny brown of his coat. He had a good deal of that fur in his crotch, a little on his chest and belly, and his pride and joy, the half grown-in adolescent mane on his head. They were his symbols of developing adulthood.

In normal circumstances, the thought of losing that fur would have made Jesse extremely upset. He would have fought tooth and nail, but just now, all he could muster was to shake his head back and forth and mumble words of protest around his thumb in a shaky, high-pitched voice. Even if his words had been coming out clear as day, they wouldn't have done anything to convince his mom to change her mind. She placed one paw on his shoulder to hold him steady, while with the other she brought the electric fur trimmer up to her son's chest.

The little tuft of thick, reddish fur in between his nipples was gone, just like that. She just brushed the buzzing thing over his fur and it wafted to the floor in between his feet. Next, the patch around his belly button suffered by the same fate, leaving his front colored with the smooth, uniform light brown of a little lion's fur. As his chest and belly were trimmed, Jesse couldn't stop himself from watching, a horrified expression on his face. When he watched his mother start lowering the trimmer down past his belly button, he turned his head to the side and shut his eyes tight, unable to watch. Up until now, he had just placed his thumb in his muzzle to appease his mother, but as he felt the trimmer go to work around the fur in his crotch, he actually started working his lips and cheek muscles to suck on his thumb, like any anxious cubby.

When she had finished there, he opened one eye and glanced down at himself, immediately breaking out into a whimper at the sight of himself. He hadn't looked like that down for years. He drew his knees together and sniffled softly, his eyes starting to water at the new levels of humiliation that he was experiencing. He lifted his gaze from the sad image of his smoothly trimmed crotch to his mother, just as she was sliding a paw up to hold onto his ear, the other lifting the trimmer to his mane.

This was too much for Jesse to take. He couldn't lose his mane, he just couldn't. There was a part of him that wanted to try and fight his mom off, or just run, but that part of him wasn't able to compete with the part of him that just wanted for his mom to not be mad at him anymore. Before, his words had come out incomprehensible, with his thumb stuffed into his muzzle getting in the way of his tongue, but now he managed to talk in short words that came out relatively clearly. "No, mommy! Please, I'll be a good boy, I promise! I'm sowwy!" he whined up at her.

Jesse's mother hesitated, the buzzing fur trimmer just inches from her son's mane. She looked at the expression on her bashful little lion's face and smiled at him for a moment. Her free paw rubbed his ear and then slid down to brush the fur on his cheek gently. "I know you're sorry, sweetie. But you were a bad boy, and that means you have to be punished. It'll be much easier for you if you don't fuss about it or anything. The better you are during your punishment, the shorter it will last, okay Jesse-kins?"

The embarrassed teenaged lion took in a deep breath and just nodded his head. But he couldn't watch what was about to happen, so he lowered his muzzle and closed his eyes tight again. He felt the trimmer brush through the fur around his ears and the back of his head, then heard it click off. He opened his eyes and looked down at the pile of reddish-brown on the floor around his feet. He whimpered around his thumb again and sniffled pitifully, twitching his whiskers as he imagined what he looked like now. He probably looked just like he did when he was six or seven - even his little brother Max had a little bit of a mane starting to come in.

"That's much better, much more appropriate for a little cub like you, Jesse." She stroked the short, light-colored fur on his head, where he used to have a fairly impressive mane for his age. She turned him to give him a look in the bathroom mirror, and he blanched at how the young lion looking back at him. He did look like he was six or seven, at the oldest. The way his mom had trimmed his mane, there wasn't even a hint of the red fur left. As he stared at himself, he folded his ears down and started reflexively suckling on his thumb again, just out of embarrassment and the need to get some kind of comfort from wherever he could.

He was still standing there, transfixed with the image of the cub looking back at him in the mirror, when his mom took his paw and pulled him over to the tub. By now the water was nice and warm, but not too hot. Jesse's mom hadn't closed the drain, so the tub hadn't filled up. When the lion stepped into the bathtub, his mother turned on the showerhead and a stream of warm water started splashing down over him. The first thing he noticed was that his mane wasn't there to get in his eyes when it got wet anymore.

Jesse's mom let him stand there under the running water for a moment while she rolled up her sleeves and got a few more things from the cupboards. He shut his eyes as the water cascaded down over his head and shoulders, running down through all of his fur until he was soaked from head to toe. Once he was thoroughly covered in warm water, his mom turned back to him and gently took his paw from his muzzle, popping his thumb out from between his lips. She smiled and brushed his whiskers gently, purring to him, "I know you like your thumb sweetie, but mommy has to get her baby boy all cleaned up."

That condescending tone just made Jesse whine and fidget a little bit, which prompted his mother to tap his nose and coo to him, "Now, now, no fussing cubby-kins." He was quieted, but his face colored up with a nice shade of pink again. Just like she had done with her cubs when they were too young to take baths by themselves, the lioness took a bottle of fur shampoo and squirted out a palmfull into her paws. Then she started to rub it into Jesse's fur, starting with the top of his head and moving down.

Gradually, Jesse's whole body got covered in a layer of sweet-smelling lather. His mother used her fingertips to massage the shampoo deep into his fur, getting the lion the cleanest he'd been in a long time. He rarely gave his fur that thorough attention when he took a shower. Even in the middle of this humiliating ordeal, the soft, gentle attentions of his mom's paws, and warm water running down over his fur, it did feel pretty nice. It was a relaxing feeling, and it helped him to calm back down from how worked-up he'd gotten that afternoon.

He got so relaxed, in fact, that his mom was working the shampoo into the fur on his back, he let out a soft sigh and started releasing his bladder again. Just like before, he didn't even notice it was happening, but it didn't escape his mom's notice. She glanced down when she realized that he was piddling again and just gave her head a shake, sighing softly, "Oh, my little cubby, you really want to be a baby again, don't you?"

Jesse was confused at her question until he himself looked down and saw what he was doing. He blushed even brighter and whimpered a bit, but for some reason it wasn't as humiliating that time. He was just a little bashful about it, nothing too bad. He had apparently gotten used to the idea enough that it didn't bother him that much. He was just too relaxed and comfortable to get riled up, again. So he twitched his whiskers and averted his eyes while his mother kept washing his fur.

When his mother finished, his fur was covered all over with shampoo bubbles, all the way to the tufted tip of his tail. She couldn't help grinning at how he looked, all sudsy like that. With a little

pat on Jesse's rump, she guided him back under the water and let the shower rinse his fur clean. After the shampoo had washed off his body and run into the drain, Jesse's mother smiled and tickled her son's belly, reaching a paw over to turn off the water as she said, "There we go little cubby, all clean again. Now just wait a moment while mommy gets a warm, fluffy towel for you."

All he could do was nod his head as he stood there and shivered a bit. With the water off, his soaking wet fur was pretty chilly. He wrapped his paws around himself and whimpered softly. His mom held up a big, white towel and wrapped it around him before she started to dry him off. Once she was done with that, she laid the towel out on the bathroom floor and nodded to her son. "Alright, baby. Lay yourself down here, it's time for you to get back in your diapers."

Jesse knew that this was coming, but that didn't mean he wasn't upset about it anyway. He gingerly stepped out of the bathtub and whimpered as he laid himself down on the towel. His mom looked at him for a moment thoughtfully, "You can put your thumb back in your muzzle, sweetie. Mommy's going to have to get a pacifier for you out of the baby stuff we've got stored up in the attic." The lion whimpered a little, but barely hesitated in raising his paw up to his mouth and sliding his thumb into his mouth.

This time, Jesse's mom was even more thorough with the diapering ritual. She had him pull his knees up to his chest and hold them there so she could lay out another diaper under his rear and powder his behind, (which had pretty much recovered from the day's spankings, after Jesse's time in the shower) but this time, she also rubbed his fur with cubby lotion. The mixed scents of a freshly washed and diapered baby filled the room, and even though they were embarrassing for Jesse, since he knew he was the baby, he couldn't help but think that they were very nice, soothing smells. And even though a part of him was humiliated at having his mom treat him like this, part of him didn't mind being tended to and taken care of.

Once Jesse's diaper area was thoroughly lotioned and powdered, his mom pulled the diaper up and taped it around his waist. To Jesse's surprise, though, his mom suddenly unsheathed her claws and poked about a half dozen holes in plastic lining of the diaper. He looked up at her curiously, just as she smiled at him and produced another diaper, this one slightly larger and thicker than the one he already had on. She had him lift up his bottom just like he'd done before and slid the second diaper underneath him, and that one was swiftly taped up just like the first.

With two thick diapers on, it felt to Jesse like he was sitting on a small pillow. The thickness of the padding sticking out from his front and his rear was just about two inches, which spread his knees apart from the amount of bulky, crinkling diaper he had in between his legs. He whined softly around his thumb and his mom just smiled down at him, petting the trimmed fur in between his ears again. It seemed she wasn't angry anymore as she spoke to him, "You're going to be in these diapers until tomorrow morning, so we need to make sure that they don't leak or anything. Now stand up, cutie-pie. Can you stand up for mommy?"

She slipped her paws under her son's arms and helped him up, even though he was obviously big enough to do it himself. Actually, Jesse kind of appreciated his mom's help getting back up just then, since he wasn't very used to maneuvering with diapers on, particularly not ones that thick. She took his free paw in hers and led him out of the bathroom, smiling to herself at the way he waddled. She led him back downstairs to the living room, where Tammy and Max were still watching TV.

"Alright," their mom began, still clutching the bashful teenage lion's paw gently. His younger siblings were amazed at the transformation he'd gone through so fast. Not only was he in really thick diapers and his adolescent lion fur was gone, but he was carrying himself totally differently. Their cocky, teasing, jerk of a big brother had been replaced by a shy, whimpering, helpless big baby! "Your brother is very sorry that he misbehaved himself again earlier. He's promised that he's going to be good now, so you two be nice to your baby brother, okay? I'm going to go upstairs and get a few things, and then I'm going to finish fixing dinner, it shouldn't be too long before its ready. Have a seat and watch TV with your brother and sister, Jesse."

She patted the soft diapers on Jesse's behind and watched him waddle over to the couch and try to sit down smoothly. It was trickier than he'd expected, though, and he ended up having some trouble keeping his balance and just dropping the last foot and a half or so onto his seat with a soft *whump!* Of course, with that much padding, it didn't hurt him at all. Jesse's mom was pretty confident that he wasn't going to act out again, even if Max and Tammy teased him a little, so she left them like that and went back upstairs.

Once she was gone, the little lions sitting on the couch looked at each other and shared a brief chuckle before they turned back to their babified brother. Tammy smiled and said, "His mane is gone!" pointing to the shorn fur on Jesse's head.

Max nodded in agreement and slid a paw up to his own head, brushing his fingers through the reddish tuft of fur in between his ears. "Yeah, I've got more big lion fur than he does, now." The nine-year old pulled up his shirt and showed the similar fur that he had on his chest. Since Jesse didn't have a shirt on, his little brother knew that he looked older in that department, too. Max pulled his shirt back down and smiled smugly, seeming pretty about his new status as oldest of the three lion cubs. "See Tammy, boy lions grow fur like that as they grow up. When they're still little cubs, you can't really tell them apart from girls."

Jesse whimpered and folded his ears down, just sitting there quietly and nursing on his thumb. He'd learned his lesson from before. He wasn't going to do anything about being teased like this, even if it was embarrassing. Tammy gave her big brother another contemplative look and then grinned, giggling brightly, "He does kind of look like a girl, now!"

Max couldn't quite stop himself from giggling some himself as he indicated Jesse's diapers to his little sister, "See how thick his diapers are now? See, they puff out really far from his butt? That's pretty much how thick diapers are for little baby cubs, since they use their diapers a whole lot. And even though they're still learning how to walk, it's how their thick diapers that make little cubs waddle and wiggle their bottoms the way they do. You saw how widdle Jesse-cub was walking when mom brought him down, right?" The middle lion sibling was definitely relishing the rearrangement of the pecking order.

Tammy nodded at her brother's question and then twitched her nose, leaning forward and sniffing at Jesse a bit. She turned back to Max and mewed, "What's that smell?"

He replied, "Oh, that's the way babies diapers smell when they first get changed. See, their mommies use lots of cubby powder and cubby lotion to make sure that the baby's fur stays nice and soft and he doesn't get icky rashes. Because when a little baby gets a rash, he's crying all the time and he gets really annoying. Babies smell nice about half the time, but the other half, they're really, really stinky. I remember from when you were a cub! Trust me, since he's such a big baby, Jesse's really going to be a rotten little stinker, I bet."

Tammy wrinkled her nose and giggled, turning back to her older brother, whose face was practically lit up bright pink with how hard he was blushing. "Ewww, that's gross! He's really going to poop in his diapers? Yucky!"

Max just nodded and was about to open his mouth to say something else, but just then they heard their mom's footsteps coming back down the stairs. The two younger siblings clammed up, turning their attention back to the TV. The cubs' mom walked over to where Jesse was sitting, carrying an armful of something that they couldn't identify at first. Her oldest son looked up her with a curious expression while she leaned down and plucked his thumb from his muzzle, replacing it with a red pacifier.

Jesse's eyes widened at the feeling of the plastic bulb of the pacifier pushing past his lips and against his tongue. He made a cubbyish whimpering noise, but he still accepted the soother and started to nurse on it just like a good baby boy would. This prompted his mom to 'aww' down at him softly, and made his little brother and sister let out muffled snickering noises. After that, Jesse's mom took his paws and lifted them up over his head. With his arms like that - she always used to call the position 'touchdown!' when she was dressing her cubs - she slipped a shirt down over his head.

It was too small and didn't quite meet the waistband of his diaper, leaving an inch or two of his fur exposed, including his belly button. The shirt itself was a soft powder blue with a big, yellow rubber duckie image on the chest. It was a very juvenile shirt, no question. His mom had probably picked the most cubby shirt she could find in the attic to reinforce her point. Jesse glanced down at himself and tried to tug the shirt all the way to his waist, but it wouldn't go.

The lioness looked down at her adorably baby-fied son and smiled lovingly, patting his ears gently as he turned to the two younger cubs. "Alright Max and Tammy, I'm going to finish making dinner. You two watch little Jesse here, and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble." She then turned to Jesse and wagged a finger at him again, "And you, behave for your big brother and sister." With that, she turned and was off to the kitchen.

Max slipped off the couch and padded over beside his brother, with Tammy followed close behind him. He put his paws on his knees and bent down slightly, smiled at the diapered teenage lion sitting in front of him. Jesse was too bashful to even look his little brother in the eye. He just stared at his feetpaws and nursed quietly on his soother.

"Aww, cute little guy, he's shy!" Max cooed to his brother as he reached out a paw to scritch Jesse's fur where his mane used to be. "It's okay baby cub, you've got Tammy and I to watch out for you, now. Nothing to worry about!" Jesse managed to turn and look Max in the face, but his expression was very unsure and worried about where this treatment was going to go.

Max saw the look on Jesse's face and grinned back at him, "Come on, little Jesse, give us a smile, huh? Can you smile for your big brother and big sister?" Jesse just shook his head, whimpering quietly as he was teased pretty mercilessly. "Aww, I bet you can. And I bet I know just what you need, too! Cootchie-cootchie-coo!" Max moved his paw under the lion's chin and rubbed his fingertip there. The big lion just blushed and pulled his chin down to his chest.

This reaction only encouraged Max, who moved his little fingers to his big brother's neck, then under his arms and over his ribs and down to his tummy. Jesse weakly raised up his paws in protest, but his 'little' brother wouldn't be stopped, and Jesse was starting to squirm under Max's tickling, which made his double diapers rustle very obviously under his behind. He started giggling too, even though he tried to stifle himself, he just couldn't help it. Max's voice soon joined his in bright, bubbly giggles. Just as Jesse wriggled so much that he rolled onto his back, Max turned to his little sister and said, "Come on, Tammy! Get his feet!"

The little girl, who had up to then been standing by and watching curiously, grinned at the chance to join in the game. She grabbed hold of her big brother's feet and started tickling the pads on their soles. With her working there and Max taking a seat on the lion's stomach to keep tickling his neck, ribs, and underarms, Jesse was soon squealing and laughing like a real baby. His pacifier fell out of his muzzle and he didn't even notice. His eyes were shut tight and tears were starting to dribble down through his cheekfur again, from a mixture of how hard he was laughing and how humiliating it was to be somehow overpowered by his younger brother and sister.

In the middle of the chorus of high-pitched giggles and squeals, Max's ears picked up a different kind of sound. It was something like a soft trickling sound, or a hose being turned on just a little. He stopped tickling his big brother and looked around curiously. When Tammy noticed that Max had stopped, she turned to see why. When she looked, she saw an obvious yellow spot on the front of Jesse's diaper, and it was growing. She gasped and giggled, pointing and yelling, "Look, look!"

Max slid off of Jesse's stomach and opened his eyes wide as he looked at the obviously wet condition of his big brother's diapers. Jesse himself hadn't noticed yet, he was still catching his breath from that onslaught of tickling. He did get the idea of what had happened when Max started saying, "Aww, baby Jesse wet his pampers! Good thing he's in his thick diapies, or he'd be sitting in a big puddle." Tammy just covered her paws with her mouth and snickered, almost unable to believe what was happening in front of her.

When he finally did notice, Jesse looked down at the front of his diapers and yelped in surprise. He quickly drew his knees together and covered his diapers with his paws, but the damage had been done. Max got down on his knees next to Jesse and pinched his cheek, cooing down to him like he was a real little infant, "Who's the cutest widdle baby boy? Who's gone and done wettums in his baby pants? It's you!" Jesse shut his eyes and raised one paw to try and ineffectively bat away his little brother's teasing efforts, but Max was getting quite comfortable with being the sibling in control.

He stood and spread the big lion's knees apart again, then shooed his other paw away so that his wet diapers were on full display. He smiled to Tammy and said, "See, it's usually pretty easy to tell when a baby's wet their diapers, because you can see the kind of pale yellow color that the diaper takes." He pointed the big splotch of yellowed plastic and then patted it gently, making it squish back against Jesse's front, "But sometimes, you can't tell that way. Like if a baby's got on clothes over their diapers. But one way you can always tell is that when a baby wets their diapers, they feel warm for a few minutes. See?"

Tammy bent down and placed her paw on the wet part of Jesse's diapers and then pulled it away again, bouncing a little as she giggled and said, "Eww, it is warm! I can't believe it! Did Jesse really just pee in his diapers like a little cub would?" Max nodded slowly and folded his arms across his chest.

"He sure did," the nine-year old lion replied, "I guess our big brother is just a big baby after all." This sent both of the cubs into a snickering fit, while Jesse lay there and whimpered softly into his pacifier. Their celebration was interrupted by the cubs' mother calling them from the kitchen.

"Come on kids, dinnertime!" Max and Tammy were quick to dash off through the kitchen to the dining room, while Jesse took a moment to roll onto his paws and knees. He was going to stand up again, but for some reason he couldn't quite muster the energy to do it. It was easier, somehow, to shuffle his way to the dining room on all fours, crawling like a cubby would. He was still blushing pink and nursing on his pacifier as he went, and when he came into the dining room like that, he was met with a chorus of 'awws' from his family.

His mother padded over to him and helped him to stand up. Then she sat him down in a chair beside hers. She cooed to him, "What a good baby my Jesse-pooh is!" There were already plates set up for everyone, and Jesse noticed the bottle of milk next to his. He also couldn't help but notice that while his brother and sister had utensils next to their plates, it looked like he was going to have to try to do without. And they were having spaghetti.

When he settled into his chair, his diaper squished audibly in between his legs, which prompted Tammy to giggle and announce loudly, "Jesse wet his diapers while we were in the living room!"

The lioness smiled to her daughter and said, "Oh, did he?" With a practiced paw, she slid a fingertip inside the leghole of her son's diaper and nodded in confirmation. "Why yes, he did. Good thing he's in diapers, or else he'd be a little puddle lion, wouldn't he?" Another round of snickering came from his younger siblings, but Jesse simply stared at his plate and nursed on his soother for comfort.

His mom picked up a big, white bib with a cartoon train on it and tied it around Jesse's neck. She also spread out a napkin on his lap, covering the front of his diaper. With that, she patted him on the head and took her seat beside him. She dove into her spaghetti, and Max and Tammy soon followed suit. Jesse was reluctant to try eating such a messy food with just his paws, but he was worried about where his punishment might go if he didn't behave himself, now. So after a little hesitation, the teenaged lion went at the spaghetti with just his fingers.

The rest of the family seemed to really enjoy watching him try to eat. Even his mother was giggling as he messily slurped his food and dropped pawfuls of noodles on his lap and generally covered himself in red sauce. His muzzlefur and whiskers were smeared with the stuff, as were his paws of course, and his bib, his bare tummyfur in between his shirt and the waistband of his diaper, and the napkin spread across his lap didn't fare so well, either. He paused the display every now and then when his mother reminded him to take a drink from his bottle, which he held up and nursed from just like a baby would. By the time he was finished, it looked like he was a little cubby who didn't know how to eat very well.

He had cleaned his plate and been given seconds, then thirds. His bottle had been refilled twice, as well. Despite the humiliating way he had to eat it, Jesse really did like his mom's spaghetti. And since so much of it was ending up on him instead of in him, it's no surprise that he ate so much. When he had finally downed the last of the third bottle of milk, his mom gently patted his back and elicited a prompt belch from the teenage lion's muzzle. Seeing his older brother get burped sent Max into hysterics, and he had to ask to be excused from the table to finish laughing in the living room.

Jesse's mom used a washcloth to clean up her son's fur. He whined and squirmed a little bit as a result, but a single warning glare convinced him to sit there like a little angel. He was all washed up in no time, and his mom gave him a kiss on the head before helping him to stand up again. She removed his bib and replaced his pacifier (which for some reason actually did help him relax slightly) and leading him out into the living room where Max and Tammy were sitting in front of the TV.

"It's time for baby Jesse to get to bed, so say good night to your big brother and big sister, sweetie-pie."

Jesse whimpered and stared at his feet, his tail wrapped around his calf again. Still, he managed to shyly mumble around his paci, "Nie-nie."

His brother and sister snickered once again, but wished their baby brother sweet dreams all the same. And then his mother led him back up to his room. He noticed there were a few changes from before. The sheets on his bed had been changed. Instead of his plain colored ones, he saw the cubbish balloon prints he'd had on his bed when he was little. They were the first sheets he'd had when he'd stopped using a crib, in fact. Also, he saw that his blue nightlight was set up on his bedside table again. And there, lying on his pillow, was his old stuffed raccoon, Rocky. Jesse hadn't seen that plushie in years.

The lioness was about to help her son into bed when she placed a paw on his shoulder and looked him in the eye very seriously. "First thing, Jesse - if you get out of this bed for any reason tonight, and I mean any reason at all, you are going to be in serious trouble. You are to stay in this bed until tomorrow morning when I come to get you up. Is that understood?" The lion bashfully nodded. "Next, since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can get changed into some fresh diapers before bed, if you get a spanking as well."

The lion yelped into his paci and immediately moved his paws around behind him to cover his padded bottom. After all the spanking he'd gone through during the day, he wasn't exactly very excited about another one. He twitched his nose and paused for a moment, considering the proposition, before he mumbled, "Dun wanna spanking..."

His mother smiled and stroked his shorn mane, rubbing his ear gently and nodding. "Alright, sweetie. No spanking for my cute little baby tonight. You just crawl into bed and cuddle up your plushie and mommy'll be by in the morning to wake you up and change your didees." She patted him on his diapered tush and watched him settle into bed. He winced a bit when he heard the loud rustling as soon as he started to get under the covers. His mom had put his old rubber sheet back on his bed, too. He curled up under his balloon-printed sheets and clutched his plush raccoon to his chest, nursing softly on his pacifier while his mother kissed his forehead and slid out of the room, turning off the light and shutting the door as she went. The nightlight bathed everything in a weird kind of soft blue glow that he vaguely remembered from his earliest recollections of childhood. He was relieved at the break from his humiliation, and it wasn't long before he was asleep.

Jesse woke later on that night after Max had already gone to bed. He was glad he hadn't been awake when his little brother came in and saw him curled up in cub sheets with a stuffed animal. But his relief at that fact quickly passed when he realized what had woken him up in the first place. It seemed that all the spaghetti he'd eaten had had quite an effect on him, and a familiar heaviness in the pit of his stomach told him that he was going to have to go to the bathroom soon. He laid there in the blue-lit room for a moment before he understood what that actually meant.

His tummy grumbled ominously and he started whimpering as his tail began twitching behind him involuntarily. He couldn't get out of bed, and even if he did, what could he do? There was no way he could get these diapers off and back on without his mom noticing, and then he'd really be in trouble. He thought about going to his mom's bedroom and pleading with her to let him take the diapers off, but he knew that wouldn't have done any good, and then he'd just get in more trouble for getting out of bed when he wasn't supposed to.

Eventually, he decided to just ignore it. He'd fall back asleep and forget about it until morning. But the pressure kept growing in his belly until he couldn't ignore it. He rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up to his chest, suckling loudly on his pacifier and clutching tight to his raccoon. But that only helped for a little while, and soon he figured out that he was going to have to go ahead and do it at some point. Once he had accepted that, he tried to figure out what the best position to do it in would be.

Finally, he settled on what felt the most comfortable. He rolled onto his knees and rested his weight on his elbows. He hid his face in his pillow and stuck his diapered butt up in the air as his tail kept twitching around. He took in a deep breath and started to push. It took a moment to get over the mental block he'd developed during potty training, but that was surprisingly easy to overcome. After a brief hesitation, his tailbase suddenly flagged and stood still. He bit on the rubber nipple of his pacifier and grunted louder than he'd meant to as he felt his insides start to move.

The feeling was very weird to the teenaged lion. He felt his mess start pushing out into his diaper, meeting the plastic padding and forcing it to bulge out under his tail and then start spreading out all over his fuzzy bottom. He'd really had to go, so he made a very big mess by the time he was finished. His nose was twitching at the scent and he could feel the weight of his poopy diapers pulling down on the waistband in back. A little shudder ran up his spine as he suddenly felt his bladder release as well, re-warming the cold and clammy front of his diapers as well. He sat like that for a moment, in freshly wet and messed diapers, feeling very much the baby cub. Finally he got the courage back up to try and find a comfortable position that didn't disturb the mess in his diaper too much, and he fell back asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by the sound of voices. It was almost like he was dreaming them, at first.

"Mom, it was so gross, waking up with that smell in the room. I can't believe he actually did that!"

"Did he really do it? How can you tell?"

"Come on, Tammy, can't you smell it? The whole room stinks!"

He slowly opened his eyes to see his mom, his sister, and his brother all standing beside his bed, looking down at him as he lay there, curled up with his stuffed animal clutched to his chest and his pacifier still in his muzzle. His sister was wide-eyed, his brother was pinching his nose, and his mother had her arms folded across her chest while she sported a little smirk on her muzzle.

His siblings were still in their PJs, Max in a plain white shirt and a pair of blue pajama pants, while his sister wore a pink two-piece pajama set with prints of ponies on it. Jesse lay there and blinked, not knowing what else to do. He started to roll over, like he was going to sit on the edge of the bed. He shifted his weight just a little bit and then stopped, because just that little bit of movement reminded him of what had happened in the night.

His diapers were soaked - they seemed like they might even be a littler wetter than when he had fallen back asleep - and they were cold and clammy now as they clung to his fur. But that wasn't even the worst of it. His messy accident was now a squishy, stinky lump squished back against his rear. His little brother was right; the smell from his bulgy diaperseat had filled the room, and it made him wrinkle his nose and whimper like a little cub. He didn't want to move any more, for fear of spreading his mess over his fuzzy tush more than a night's worth of shifting around had already done.

"He's right mommy," Tammy's high-pitched voice piped up, "it smells like a baby's room!" The little lioness was tugging on her mother's shirt while she pointed in Jesse's general direction.

The bigger lioness nodded her head and smiled, reaching a paw down to pat the tuft of fur in between her daughter's ears. "It sure does, little lady." She turned to look at the exasperated expression on Max's face, his nose still wrinkled up in protest, and then said, "You know what? Maybe we should fix the guest room up for little Jesse-wessy, until he grows up again."

Max grinned broadly at that idea - it meant he'd be getting his own room. Jesse, on the other hand, had mixed feelings. He'd been trying to convince his mom to let him move into that room for years, but this wasn't quite how he wanted to do it. And he didn't like the suggestion of how long he was going to stay in this cubbyish condition.

While he was pondering how long he was going to have to stay the baby of the family, his mother said, "But that's something we can work on later. Right now, we've got a messy baby who needs a new diaper." Jesse folded his ears down and looked sheepish, but she was right. He really wanted to get changed. His mom lowered a paw and rolled him over while helping him sit up, cooing down to him, "Upsy-daisy!" He let out a mewling whine as she sat him on the edge of the bed, making his diaper emit and audible *squish* before he was pulled up to his feet.

Standing there in nothing but his diapers, it was obvious from the way they drooped in between his legs and underneath his tail how heavy they'd gotten. He kept on clinging to his stuffed raccoon while he nursed on his pacifier and stared down at his feetpaws. His mother put a palm on his diapered crotch and tsked softly before slipping the tips of her middle and index fingers under his elastic legband, on the inside of his thigh. She nodded some and stated, "Yep, he's a wet little kitten," as if the yellow discoloration on the plastic wasn't proof enough.

And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she slid her paw around behind him and cupped the bulge under his tail, hefting it a little bit to see how messy he was and maybe to remind him that he was being punished. She patted him gently and then smiled at her oldest son, "And he's quite the little stinker, too." Seemingly unable to help herself, she raised a paw to his pink-colored cheek and pinched him, cooing, "Isn't he? Yes, he is. Yes, he is!"

She then glanced over her son's shoulder towards his bed and noticed that there was a small dark spot on the sheets where Jesse had been sleeping. She let out a soft, "Uh-oh," and gently turned his head over his shoulder to look. "I think somebody here is such a little piddlepants that he soaked right through his baby diapers and made a puddle!"

Jesse could barely take that kind of humiliation. The kittenish treatment sent his siblings into hysterical giggling fits, while all he could do was whine and pull his stuffed raccoon up to cover his face. He whimpered quietly into his plushie and nursed on his soother for comfort, while his mother awwed at his adorable shyness, gently rubbing his head. "Don't be shy, sweetie-pie. Come along now, we need to get you changied."

She took his paw and began to lead him along, the big, teenaged lion toddling along with an exaggerated waddle thanks to the thickness of the diaper in between his legs. His little brother and sister hesitated for a moment, just long enough for their mother to say, "Come along cubs. Mommy's going to show you how to change a little kitten's diapers!" Both of their jaws dropped, and they stood there in shock for a moment before they scampered after their diapered older brother.

The whole family ended up in the master bathroom. Jesse's tail was wrapped around his calf as stood there, clutching his plushie and nursing on a pacifier while his wet and messy diapers drooped from his waist. He was couldn't have looked more cubbyish if he'd tried. His mother motioned to Max and Tammy and then to a pile of changing supplies in the corner. "Will you two be dears for me and lay that plastic mat out on the floor? That way we can be sure things don't get too messy, even though stinkerpants over here made sure that's going to be a little tricky."

The younger siblings quickly did as they were told, stepping to the side to watch their brother's continued humiliation. His mother guided him down to a sitting position (which of course brought about another chorus of disgusting squelching noises that made Max and Tammy twitter all over again) before she laid him on his back. The big lioness's paws moved to the tapes on one side of his diaper but paused, saying, "Alright, now the smell is going to get worse, so be ready." Both of the younger lions promptly pinched their noses as they heard ripping sound of the first tape being removed.

As each of the six tapes on his sodden, messy diapers was torn away, Jesse winced, tensing up as his public (at least in front of his younger siblings, which was enough) changing got closer. He had never felt so helpless as his mom finally pulled the front of his diaper down in between his thighs, and the full odor of his diaper hit the family, causing them to say, "Peeyoo!" almost in unison. Paws moved up in front of muzzles and started fanning the air as Jesse's mother chuckled knowingly and said, "I told you so."

"Now then," she said, her voice adopting an instructional tone as she got down to business. "The first thing to do is get the baby's bottom up." She helped Jesse pull his knees up to his chest, lifting his rump off the seat of his messy diaper. She wiped most of his accident off him and then rolled the heavy, squishy thing up into a ball and taped it closed with practiced paws before she dropped it into a diaper pail that must have been brought in from the garage last night.

Jesse shut his eyes tight as his mother explained all the steps to his littler siblings, who watched with wide-eyed awe while he lay there in abject, infantile helplessness. He was a little concerned about how careful the instruction they were receiving was. He certainly hoped that they wouldn't be able to actually handle his diaper changes in the future - in fact, the idea of the future bothered him more than a little. How long was he going to have to stay like this?

It was almost fortunate that he had these thoughts to distract him while his mom carefully wiped the lingering mess from his rear end with special cubby fur-wipes. Once she'd finished with that, she set his seat back down on the plastic mat and turned her attention to his front, wiping the urine that had soaked into his trimmed fur clean. Finally, his mommy announced that he was clean again. That meant, of course, that he had to be re-diapered.

His mother went into the same excruciating detail in explaining the process as she had getting Jesse cleaned up. She liberally dusted him with powder - too liberally, in his opinion. The fur of his diaper area was colored more white than tawny, and some sprinkles of powder had gotten all the way up to his mid-chest and all the way down to his knees. The odor of a wet and dirty diaper surrounding him was bad, but the obvious scent of baby powder wasn't much better. It was more pleasant, sure, but it was still a humiliating reminder of his new station in the family.

When he was all powdered, Jesse's mom reminded everyone that he had leaked right through his diapers onto his bedsheets overnight. By her estimation, that meant that Jesse was a bigger baby than she'd thought and that he needed more padding. She produced another two diapers, as well as a thick soaker pad that was going to go into the front. In short order, the teenaged lion cub was back in double diapers, but these time they were almost an inch thicker where they bulged out from his middle and in between his legs. And Jesse had thought walking was difficult before.

Jesse's mom had Max and Tammy help their big baby brother sit up and then she taught them how to check the elastic waistbands on his diapers, to make sure they were sitting they way they were supposed to, and that his tapes were all on properly, especially the one over his tailbase. Having his little brother and sister pawing at his diapers was just another in a long line of embarrassments, but it was still enough to get Jesse to bury his face in his stuffed raccoon's fuzzy tummy.

"Alright, I think we've got that taken care of. I bet we're all ready for breakfast, huh? I know that my widdle Jesse-pooh must have an empty tummy by now. I've got pancakes waiting downstairs, come along. Oh," she turned to Max and smiled, "Can you carry Jesse's stuffed animal for him? It's going to be tough for him to hold it while he crawls down the stairs." The diapered lion cub folded his ears down and whimpered while his grinning brother plucked the plushie from his paws. Whether or not he was actually able to walk, that was a pretty clear indication of how his mom wanted him to get around, for now.

Jesse rolled over onto all fours and started shuffling out of the bathroom after the rest of the family, his thickly-padded behind wiggling as he went. Max and Tammy each glanced over their shoulders in turn to watch him crawling like that, pacifier still firmly in his muzzle. They giggled and shared a glance, both clearly tickled pink at the way things were working out. As far they were concerned, the situation kept getting better and better.

Jesse didn't think so. After he finished carefully working his way down the stairs, he went into the kitchen and found himself getting helped into a chair by his little brother, sporting a triumphant grin. "Mom said she had to go out to the garage to get some things, so I'm in charge while she's gone. I get to feed you breakfast, baby cub. Now - paws in your lap, or else you're in for a spanking!" Tammy had already started on her pancakes, but she was watching her brothers with interest, occasionally giggling through a mouthful of syrupy pastry.

The bigger lion glared at his little brother as a brief flash of rebellion bubbled inside him for a moment, but it was quickly squelched when Max tied a bib around Jesse's neck and rubbed his headfur gently, but still hard enough to let him know there was no doubt as to who was boss. Max then plucked the pacifier from Jesse's muzzle, prompting a quiet whine from the lion cub. All that he could do was sit there and fidget while his brother started cutting up his pancakes. At least it was pancakes for breakfast, Jesse thought, searching desperately for whatever silver lining he could find. He liked pancakes. On the other hand, he wasn't as big a fan of the baby bottle of orange juice sitting next to his plate.

Max had the pancakes cut up into little bites in no time, and he poured syrup over them before taking the first bite on a fork and holding it up in front of Jesse's muzzle. "Come on, baby boy... here comes the train! Open up the tunnel! Choo-choo!" The teenaged diaper-lion flushed at the prospect of being fed like this by his baby brother of all people, but he didn't want to do anything that would make it worse, so he opened up his mouth for the offered bite of syrupy pancake. Max made sure to smear the fur around Jesse's muzzle with the gooey stuff before it made its way into his mouth, leaving the big cub with syrup dripping down his chin onto his bib.

The feeding continued for a while, with Max employing a wide variety of metaphors for convincing Jesse to open his mouth, even the older lion wasn't fussing at all. He made the spoon into an airplane, a rocketship, and a racecar. Jesse just sat there in his chair, paws folded across his diapered lap, ears turned down, with a muzzle and a bib covered with pancake crumbs and syrup. Max cooed at what a good baby Jesse was doing by behaving himself during his feeding, reaching a paw under his chin and tickling him, which made Jesse giggle some in spite of himself.

Once the cub's plate was clean and he had a tummy full of pancakes, Max picked up the bottle of orange juice and popped the nipple right into his brother's syrupy muzzle. He held it there and encouraged the cubby to drink up all his juice. Jesse tried to raise his paws to hold the bottle himself, but Max shooed them away, insisting on holding it for him. Jesse whined for a moment, but a little glare from his little brother made him start nursing on the bottle earnestly.

Max nodded as he watched his babified big brother suckle, working the orange juice out of the bottle with soft slurping noises. A smirk spread across the littler lion's muzzle as he reached his free paw over to rub Jesse's full belly. The fullness that resulted from all the pancakes made his filled-up stomach put pressure on his bladder. When he realized that he had to potty, Jesse started fidgeting on his seat, drawing his knees together tightly as he squirmed and whimpered through the baby bottle in his muzzle. It was pretty clear what he was trying not to do. Of course, Max recognized the little potty dance that Jesse was going through, and he turned to look across the table to tell Tammy what it meant.

"So make sure to watch his diaperfront. Any minute now, you'll be able to see him piddling juuuust liiiike a baaaaa-beeee..." Max said, drawing out the syllables and sing-songing the words to his sister, who broke into a giggling fit as she set down her fork and stood up, watching Jesse's diaper across the table. Max pulled Jesse's paws from covering his crotch and said in a stern voice that sounded a little odd coming from his young frame, "Paws at your sides and spread your knees, cubby. We want to see you wet yourself."

This teasing was more than he expected from his little brother, who seemed to have really decided to take advantage of being on the top of the head. The bigger lion folded his ears down and shut his eyes tight, a bright pink flush showing through his cheekfur. He shook his head from side to side, trying his best to keep from having an accident. He kept on nursing on the bottle of juice while his siblings watched him squirm, eager to see him wet his diapers.

Who knows exactly what it was - before all this had started, Jesse didn't have any trouble keeping himself dry. He had a perfectly grownup level of control. But now, the time from realizing that he had to pee and his bladder giving out on him was less than five minutes. The lion whined in a high-pitched voice that increased in pitch until it stopped, all of a sudden. At that moment, Tammy and Max heard a quiet, muffled noise like somebody turning on a faucet. Just after that, they saw the first patch of dark yellow appear on Jesse's white plastic diaper.

This sight sent both of the cubs into hysterics. Tammy actually fell out of her chair as she clutched her sides, squealing in between her high-pitched giggles. Max sat back as he laughed out loud, pulling the bottle from Jesse's muzzle with a *pop* sound. Jesse just sat there with his paws on either side of his seat and his legs spread, whimpering pathetically while the wet spot spread over his crotch and his little brother and sister laughed. They had already seen their big brother wet himself yesterday, so they didn't go on for long. When their laughter died down, they could still hear the trickling noises of the tail end of Jesse's accident.

When it was finally finished, Jesse had a large wet spot visible through his triple-thick diapers. For it to be that obvious, he had completely soaked himself. Max set the bottle of orange juice down on the table and stood in front of his brother, grinning. He patted the lion's diaperfront, which made a quiet squishing noise as he cooed in a sickly sweet voice, "Did somebody have a widdle accident? I think somebody's a little piddlepants cubby," Max slipped the tips of his index and middle fingers into the leghole of Jesse's diaper, unnecessarily checking him.

Max pulled his fingers back and rubbed them together, tsking softly and shaking his head, his other paw landing on his hip. The littler lion held his fingers right up in front of Jesse's nose, so that the lingering scent of fresh lionpee made his whiskers twitch. He whimpered and pulled his head back, the lion nibbling on his lower lip and somehow finding himself wishing he had his pacifier. Max grinned, "Yes he is! Hey, Tammy - come over here and see what the little baby's diapers feel like."

Tammy, who was still catching her breath after her laughing fit, padded over to the other side of the table and placed a palm on the wet front of her bigger brother's diapers. She gasped and mewed, "It's really warm!" Jesse was so embarrassed he just shut his eyes and whined softly. Max looked like he was about to start teasing his older brother again when their reverie was broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Their mom's voice came from the living room, "Don't worry about that, kids. I'll get it!"

Both younger siblings dashed back to their seats and started back in on their breakfasts. Apparently, their mother's voice reminded them of how much they didn't want to get caught teasing their big baby brother too much, which might make them end up in the same predicament. The cubs could hear their mother answer the door and greet somebody that she was obviously glad to see. They couldn't tell what was being said, but they heard something heavy carried into the entryway. The door was shut again, and then two sets of footsteps went into the living room before they heard their mom's voice again, "Kids, come in here please. And bring your baby brother with you."

The two kids hopped out of the chairs and started to head towards the living room. Max stopped next to Jesse's chair and helped him out of it, then "helped" him get down onto his paws and knees so that he wouldn't forget to crawl like a baby. Max replaced his brother's pacifier and then gave him a pat on his padded butt to send him on his way. Jesse's freshly-wet diaper drooped slightly in between his thighs as he started shuffling along into the living room. He wasn't exactly excited to see whom his mom had invited over, but what could he do but listen? He didn't want to get in worse trouble.

When the kids got into the living room, they saw their mother chatting with her best friend Sally, a tiger who lived down the street. Both of the ladies were wearing work overalls that had old paint stains on them. The other thing, which the kids didn't notice at first, was that their mom had brought the old playpen in from the garage and put it back together! It was sitting in the corner, with a set of stacking rings, baby blocks, and Jesse's raccoon plush sitting inside it.

When Jesse caught up with his siblings (and Max and Tammy had finished covering their mouths to stifle their giggling at the sight of the reconstructed playpen) the tigress Sally placed her paws on her knees and bent down in front of Jesse, smiling brightly. "Hello there, baby boy! Aren't you a little sweetie?" Her eyebrows raised a little bit and her nose twitched as she sniffed at the air, "Uh-oh... I think somebody's got wet diapers." Jesse whined and nursed on his soother for reassurance. He wasn't sure why, but it was a lot more embarrassing to be treated like this by somebody who wasn't in his immediate family.

Immediately, Tammy let out an excited squeal, "He is! He wet himself while Max was feeding him breakfast!" She shared a glance with her brother and giggled softly, while both Sally and the cubs' mom let out a soft, "Aww..."

Sally reached down and pinched the lion's blushy cheek as she said, "Don't worry, cutie-pie. I'm sure your mommy expected you to be a wet little cubby, since she put you in such thick diapers."

Jesse's mom nodded quickly in agreement, "Oh, I knew he'd be a big wetter. Back when he was a baby, it seemed like as soon as I put him in a new diaper, he'd just soak it right away. He couldn't stand being dry, it seemed. And since he's just a bigger baby now, I knew he'd need some very thick didees. And he proved me right!" The diapered lion whimpered into his pacifier and looked down at the floor.

"You can go ahead and take a seat, cubby. That can't be nice for your knees," the big lioness continued, helping the lion to plop down onto his wet, padded behind. "I want to show you why I invited my friend Sally over." The tigress and the mommy-lion shared a smile for a moment, "Now then, I'm sure you noticed that I put up the old playpen that you and your siblings used. Well, Sally's here first to help me with a few other things upstairs. But that's not all!"

Jesse's mom pointed at a large trunk - that must have been the heavy thing that Sally brought with her - and then went on, "I was chatting with Sally, and she said that she had worked on costumes for a play that she thought I might be able to use. She was nice to bring them over. Tammy, can you go open that trunk up and tell me what's in there?"

The little lioness scampered over to the big trunk and undid the latch, letting out an 'oof' as she lifted the heavy lid. She looked inside it for a moment with a puzzled expression before she realized what the box contained. She gasped and reached her paws inside pulling out what looked like a t-shirt at first, but it was too long in back, and it had snaps on the front. She squealed, "It's baby clothes!" And it sure was - she was holding a onesie that was clearly too big for any baby. Even so, it had a cartoonish raincloud on the chest, and several rows of blue ruffles along the seat.

Jesse blanched at the sight of the overly large kitten outfit. His muzzle dropped open and the pacifier fell to the floor in between his legs. The rest of his family, on the other hand, thought it was about the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Sally piped up, "I had a whole trunk full of cubby things, and I figured most of them would fit Jesse perfectly. It's the perfect thing for his punishment."

The family - sans Jesse, of course - nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Tammy set the onesie to the side and dug through the trunk for a moment, giggling at everything that she found in there. "She's got everything in here! Look, there's booties, and mittens, and shirts, and shorts, and bonnets, and rubber pants... wow!"

Max grinned and looked at his brother, who was still shocked by this new development. "Looks like there's plenty of stuff in there to keep you dressed up like a baby for way more than just the next week, Jesse-wessy." Jesse blinked and whimpered quietly as he thought about what would happen if his punishment were to last that long.

Jesse's mother smiled and patted her oldest son on the head before sliding her paw down to his chin and returning his jaw to its normal state. Then she picked his pacifier up off the floor and popped it back into his muzzle. He resumed nursing almost automatically. "We'll see if you're a good enough boy this week, Jesse-kins. If you're not, then we'll have to work out something for when school starts up again."

The lion's eyes went wide as he watched his mother walk over to the trunk to join his little sister. There's no way she would actually think about extending any part of this punishment through to when school started up again, would she? He figured he had to endure maybe a day or two of this, at most. It was starting to look like he had underestimated how angry he'd made his mother.

The lionesses picked out a selection of things that Jesse figured they were going to put on him. They kept the blue onesie with the raincloud on it, "since Jesse's such a wet little cub," his mother joked. They also picked out pairs of blue mittens and booties and a cute blue bonnet as well. Jesse pictured himself with that whole get-up on, and just the thought made him whine into his soother.

His mother cooed reassuringly to him as she slipped the booties onto his feetpaws and had Tammy slide the mittens onto his hands. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're going to be the most adorable little baby, once we get you dressed. Besides, you don't want to crawl around in just your diapers, do you?" Jesse actually thought that might be a little bit better than this humiliating regalia, but he didn't figure he had much of a choice.

Before the lion had either the onesie or the bonnet put on him, his mom put her paws under his arms and pulled him up to a standing position. She tapped his pacifier gently with her fingertip and said slowly, "Now then, before we finish getting you into your new clothes, there's one more thing we have to do. I asked Sally to go out and get a few things for me at the pharmacy, for the next parts of your punishment. What I need you to do, sweetie, is put your paws on your knees and bend over. Can you do that for mommy?"

Those words were more than a little threatening to the teenaged diaper-lion, but what was he going to do about it? He obediently put his mittened paws on his knees and bent at the waist, glancing over at his brother and sister, who were watching with a marked interest. Sally rustled through a plastic bag and handed a few small jars to Jesse's mother, who held them in her paws and walked behind Jesse, giving his perked diaperbehind a soft pat.

Then she carefully undid the tape above Jesse's tail, making sure to leave it in a state where it could be retaped in a minute or two. Then she slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, pulled the seat of Jesse's diapers down a few inches. Finding himself exposed to his little brother and sister again, and this time their neighbor, Jesse whined and flushed pink, shutting his eyes and trying to just wait it out. His mother unscrewed the cap on one of the jars and started to rub something slimy and cold underneath the base of his tail. Jesse whined in a high-pitched, sissyish voice at that humiliating sensation.

"Sometimes," Jesse's mother said as she turned to look at Max and Tammy, "You have to give babies medicine a special way. That's what mommy's doing now." The lioness then took the other jar and removed a small pill. Without warning, she poked that little pill up under the base of her son's tail and wiggled it up inside him. Jesse let out a squeal and jumped at the new feeling, but his mother had her other paw on his back to hold him in place while she made sure the pill was in there enough. When she was satisfied that it was, she popped her finger back out and wiped it on a towel.

"There we go," she said soothingly as she pulled Jesse's diaperseat back up and replaced the tape over his tail, securely sealing him in his cubby padding once again. "Baby's got his medicine, and now he's going to be a perfect widdle kitten while mommy and her friend work upstairs, isn't he?" Jesse was still whimpering from the sensation of the pill invading under his tail, but his response was tacit.

The lion was placed into the onesie, which was pulled up in between his legs and buttoned into place. It fit him almost perfectly, except around the middle, where the bulge of the diaper stretched out the soft, cottony material quite a bit. And the white (well, yellowish-white) of the diaper peeked out on either side of the onesie around his thighs. Still, he looked adorable with the cartoon raincloud on his chest, just above his obviously wet diapers, and four rows of blue ruffles along his bulky behind. The picture was completed when his mother tied the string of the bonnet around his chin.

The family and Sally spent a few minutes fussing over how adorable he was, insisting on pawing at his frilly bottom, checking his diapers, tickling him under his chin, beeping his nose gently, and playing peekaboo. Jesse couldn't do anything but whine and weakly paw at them as they fussed over him, the lion pretty much helpless against their embarrassing ministrations. In fact, it seemed that putting him in this outfit only made him more docile and shy than he was before, if that was even possible.

Jesse was led over, helped into the playpen and sat down on the cushy, plastic, easy-to-clean floor. From that perspective, with the mesh walls around him and his family seeming to tower down over him, he really did feel like he had been reduced to a kitten again. He immediately grabbed his stuffed raccoon and hugged it tightly to his chest.

His mother wagged a finger down at him, "Mommy and Sally are going to go upstairs and work now, kitten. And since Max is the man of the house now, he's going to help us." The lion perked his ears up and smiled proudly at that, puffing his chest out. "That means Tammy's going to stay down and watch you. We're going to put some cartoons on. If you give your big sister any trouble at all, she just needs to yell upstairs and I'll be down lickety-split to make sure you start behaving like a good cub again, is that understood?"

Jesse bobbed his chin up and down a few times to show that he knew what the deal was. His mother then turned to Tammy and said, "By the way, Tammy - there are three bottles of apple juice in the fridge. Bring those out for Jesse, and if he doesn't have them all finished by the time we're done upstairs, then you get to give him a spanking." The little lioness giggled brightly at the idea of being able to spank her biggest brother, but it just made Jesse fold his ears down and whine.

Sally, Max, and Jesse's mother all went upstairs while Tammy dashed into the kitchen and then returned, arms full of baby bottles. She set them down in Jesse's playpen and picked the first one up, removing Jesse's pacifier and immediately replacing it with the nipple of the bottle. She had him hold it himself, and it took both of his paws to do it because of the mittens, one on each side as he started nursing down muzzlefulls of juice.

"You know baby brother," Tammy said, unable to keep herself from giggling when she said it, "I always wondered what it would be like if I wasn't the youngest. Well, I guess I know now; it's pretty fun!" She leaned down to smile at her brother in his playpen, "You do make an adorable little kitten, Jesse-wessy. But... I don't think most babies take their bottles like that." She frowned for a moment, while she pondered what didn't seem right about the way Jesse was sitting.

"That's right!" she said, as a light bulb seemed to appear over her head, the little lioness waving her paw a little bit to indicate some kind of motion. "You need to lay down on your back." She nodded and waited for her brother to comply, which he quickly did. Even though his baby sister was ordering him around now, she had the power to call his mother down, and he definitely didn't want to give her any reason to do that. Tammy inspected Jesse's position again, but it still wasn't up to her expectations. "Nope, nope. That's not it. Lift your feetpaws off the floor a little, Jesse, and then kick 'em a bit." Jesse did that, too.

The sight of her brother, wearing obvious diapers that were clearly wet and a full set of baby clothes, laying on his back and clutching to a bottle full of juice while he kicked his bootie-clad feetpaws sent Tammy into a squealing, giggling fit. She clasped her paws together and pursed her lips, cooing, "Who's the cutest widdle baby there ever was? Is it you? Is it you? Yes, it is! Yesitis!"

She played with feet for a few moments, wiggling his toes and singing, "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home..." and all that. Jesse tried to ignore it and focus on drinking his juice, but it was hard. The condescending attention made him blush furiously, but there was a little voice inside him that just wanted to giggle and coo right back, like a real kitten would. Jesse told that voice to shut up.

After a little more fussing over the cubby, Tammy went to get the remote to turn the TV on. Just then, Jesse felt an unusual grumbling in the pit of his stomach. Tammy turned to him and said, "How does Care Bears sound, sweetums?" Just as she did, a muffled but still loud *frrrt* escaped from the seat of his diapers. Of course, that made Tammy giggle again as she waved a paw in front of her nose.

"Phew! Did you just poop yourself? Is widdle Jessy-wessy a messy?" She hopped off the couch and scampered over to the playpen, reaching a paw down and patting over the lion's padded, ruffled butt. She pawed at him thoroughly, until she was sure that he hadn't gone and had an accident. "Guess not yet," she said slightly ominously as she went back to the couch and started watching the cartoon.

Jesse just lay there, doing his best not to think about anything except the bottle of juice in his muzzle. Unfortunately, with nothing else to occupy his mind, he couldn't help wondering exactly what his mother and her friend were working on upstairs. He had a sneaking suspicion that they were putting together all the necessary furniture for the nursery that Mom had alluded to earlier that morning.

As he was thinking about that, he got to the end of his first bottle without even realizing it. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of empty air before he glanced down at the bottle in his mittens and realized that he'd drained it. He started to set it down and reach for the second bottle, but the rustling of his diapers reached his sister's sensitive ears and she quickly scampered over to the side of the playpen.

"Oop! Not so fast, cubby. Everybody knows that drinking from a ba-ba will put icky air bubbles in baby's tummy. So sit up!" She tugged him up to a sitting position and put a paw on his back, rubbing and patting him there gently. Before he even had a chance to try and protest how this treatment wasn't going to work, a loud belch erupted out of his muzzle. Again, Tammy giggled and praised him for being a good baby.

She had him lay back down again and put the second bottle in his mouth, seemingly satisfied with teasing him for the time being. She brought her attention back to the television and focused on that, leaving Jesse to work on his bottle unbothered. He noticed that for some reason, he was feeling kind of sleepy all of a sudden. It crept up on him, somehow, and he was really sleepy. It didn't occur to him that it might be because of the 'medicine' his mom gave him, but he did figure that he might not have slept very well last night. Of course, he actually slept like a baby, but he didn't want to admit that he could sleep well in diapers, much less wet and messy ones.

His eyelids gradually got heavier and heavier as he suckled down his juice. The rhythmic working of his lips and throat, the kicking of his feetpaws (which he continued even after his sister stopped watching him so carefully) gradually slowed down, until he finally drifted off into a little kitten nap. The bottle, nearly finished, dropped from his mittened paws and rolled onto the playpen floor beside him. One of his paws lay crossed over his chest while the other lay on the floor beside his head. His feet settled onto the floor as he started dozing quite comfortably, even snoring a little bit. It didn't take long at all for Jesse's thumb to find it's way into his muzzle, since his pacifier was still on the floor beside him.

Tammy didn't notice right away when Jesse had fallen asleep, as she'd gotten too involved in the television. She did notice at last, when the cubby rolled over onto his side and curled up into a snug little ball. That action made a loud crinkling noise come from the lion's diapers, which got Tammy's attention again. She giggled a bit and awwed at how cute he was. She was actually started to forget about enjoying his punishment as retribution, and she was just starting to see him as a cute little baby for her to play with and take care of, like one of her dolls or something like that. She figured that baby needed a nap, and she wasn't about to wake him. She did pad over to the crib and placed his stuffed raccoon in his grasp, which he quickly cuddled to his chest. She thought he looked cuter with his thumb in his muzzle than his paci, so she left that the way it was.

A little while after that, Jesse adjusted his position in his sleep again. This time, he rolled over onto his tummy, using his plushie as a pillow. His knees were still drawn up against his tummy, so that his diaperseat was perked up a little bit as he rested his rump on his calves. Tammy thought this position was even cuter, and she was admiring how adorable he was, napping like that, when she noticed his tail twitching behind him some. She watched him curiously, and it didn't take long for him to shift his weight a little before a grunt and a sigh escaped his muzzle, around his thumb. Just then, his tailbase flagged up and the lion's diaperseat bulged out, right in front of Tammy's eyes. She was shocked as she saw the plastic padding develop an obvious lump that could only come from her big brother messing his diapers in his sleep. That was quickly followed by the soft trickling sound of the lion adding to the wetness in between his legs.

She watched the whole thing while Jesse voided himself, hardly able to believe it. Once he was finished, and a sizeable lump was deposited underneath his tailbase, now spread over his fuzzy rump underneath those thick layers of padding, she gently reached a paw over and patted his seat. Sure enough, the soft squishing noise confirmed what she'd seen, and made a little whining noise escape Jesse's lips, before he mumbled softly and started snoring again. Tammy just smiled and shook her head, removing her paw and waving it in front of her nose as the scent began to fill the air around the playpen. She seemed to just accept that her big brother was gone for the time being, but she did have a nice and cute (if a tad stinky) new baby brother. She went back to the couch to wait for either Jesse to wake up or her mommy to come back downstairs.

In the meantime, Jesse had been having a strange dream during his little kitten nap. He had seen his family all around him, but then they started towering over him. His mother was huge from the beginning, he felt like he was about level with her mid-thigh. For a moment, he was looking down at, then eye-to-eye with, and finally about tummy level with his little brother, who had a broad smirk on his face. Then he found himself even looking up at the chin of his baby sister, who patted him on the head and smiled. He looked down at himself and saw the chubby cubby body of a toddler. His little paws were stubby and clumsy. Even as he stood there, he felt his knees wobble and then bow out from underneath him, letting him fall back onto his seat. Of course, he was wearing a diaper, so his fall was nice and soft.

Suddenly, a diaper was all he was wearing. In his dream, he whimpered and started throwing a tantrum, balling his paws into tight fists and banging his heels against the ground as he kicked and yelled, crying out loud in wordless screams of frustration. As he yowled and shrieked, he felt a pair of big, strong paws slip under his arms and lift him up, letting his little legs dangle in the air. He suddenly felt himself held against a warm, soft body. It was a very soothing sensation, and the aggravation he felt quickly melted away. He caught his breath and let out a quiet sigh, pulling his head in close.

Tender fingertips brushed his ears and whiskers, rubbed his shoulders and down his back, and then along his tail. His toes were played with, and his tummy was rubbed. The little baby lion felt a brush of fabric and then warm fur against his. Something rubbed against his cheek and he opened his muzzle, which was soon filled. A single paw and forearm supported his tiny body as he nursed, and his belly quickly filled. He was utterly content, totally safe and happy in his dream.

When he awoke, he was not in a state that was anywhere near as idyllic. The things that brought him out of his pleasant dream were the voices of his family, again. He hadn't opened his eyes yet or shifted his position, yet.

"Did he really, now?" That was his mother.

"He did! I watched him do it, mom. He did it right in his sleep. It was really pretty cute." He recognized that as his sister's quick, high-pitched voice.

"He did it while he was sleeping? Geez, he really is a baby." That time it was his little brother. What were they talking about?

Then his nose twitched. He took an experimental sniff at the air and detected the scent in the air of a wet and messy baby, just like the last time he had woken up. But this time, he didn't remember going to bed with a dirty diaper. It all came together suddenly, and Jesse pulled himself up to all four paws in a flash, not realizing that he'd started nursing on the arm of his stuffed raccoon in his sleep, so that dangled from his muzzle for a moment before he let it fall to the floor of the playpen. The movement made the sizeable bulge underneath his tail shift and droop, squishing around inside his diapers. Jesse could feel it as it oozed down his backside, and the distended bump in his diapers actually dropped visibly, which made his whole family snicker.

"I think the baby's awake," Max said, extending the syllables of the word 'baby.' The embarrassment of waking up from such a pleasant dream, which Jesse was already beginning to forget the specifics about, to find himself in a situation like this, was quite jarring. The big boy lion, feeling strangely sensitive, began to sniffle and whine. He glanced over his shoulder, past his drooping diaperseat at his family, who smiled down at him.

After a brief pause, his mother knelt down beside the playpen and started rubbing his back through his baby shirt, cooing to him, "Did baby Jesse have a nice kitten nap? Somebody had a stinky accident while they were sleeping, didn't they?" Jesse looked up at his mother and shyly nodded his head. She beeped him on the nose with a fingertip and rubbed his head in between his ears.

Tammy tugged on her mom's sleeve and pointed into the crib, "Mommy, Jesse fell asleep before he could finish his third bottle." Jesse and his mother both looked over at the still-full bottle of juice, sitting upright in the corner of the playpen. Jesse's mommy shook her head and tsked softly, but it took the lion a moment to remember what that meant exactly. When he recalled the warning that if he didn't finish all of his juice, then his baby sister was going to get the chance to spank him.

He started whimpering as he sat there, not even wanting to move lest the mess squished up against his bottom shift around. He couldn't even imagine getting a spanking, now. Tammy seemed to be excited at the prospect of being able to be the one who punishes her older brother for a change. Jesse's mom smiled at the little giggling lioness and motioned towards the couch, saying, "Alright, Tammy. Go sit on the couch while I get Jesse ready for his punishment.

Tammy scampered over and sat down while Jesse's mom helped him climb out of the playpen, the lion whining at the way his diaper squished against his rump whenever he moved. Jesse was led over to the couch and helped to climb up, laying himself on his tummy across Tammy's lap. The lioness giggled and wrinkled up her nose as she mewed, "Phew! He's even stinkier up close!"

Jesse whined and shut his eyes as he squirmed on the couch, feeling his sister's little paw settling on the messy bulge in the seat of his diaper. His mom took her paw and helped her move his tail out of the way, using her free hand to hold it down against his back. She then turned to the younger lion, "Max, can you get the bottle out of the playpen and give it to Jesse? He's going to need to finish it, before he gets his diapers changed."

Max was quick to comply, picking up the bottle of juice and scampering back to hold it in front of his muzzle. Jesse wrapped his lips around the nipple of the bottle as Max rubbed his shorn mane in between his ears and cooed, "Hold it with your mittens, cubby." Jesse placed his paws on either side of the bottle and held it up to his muzzle, still squirming in embarrassment as he lay there, waiting for his baby sister to spank him.

Jesse's mother started instructing Tammy on what she needed to do, "Now then, I want you to keep spanking your baby brother until his bottle is empty. You know how to do that okay, don't you?" Tammy nodded. "Okay, and sometimes, you need to spank a little cubby on the backs of his thighs, since he sometimes can't feel it through his thick diapers. Okay, Jesse - start on that baba."

With that, Tammy raised up her little paw and brought it back down, cutting through the air to land on Jesse's ruffled diaperseat with a soft *whap* and a simultaneous *squelch* as the contents of his diaper were forced to ooze around his fuzzy butt. Jesse whined and then immediately went to work, trying to gulp down his bottlefull of juice as fast as he could. He kicked his bootie-covered feetpaws as his sister giggled at the feeling of her brother's messy diaper under her paw.

Of course, Tammy wasn't strong enough to hurt Jesse with a spanking, especially through all that padding. But it was embarrassing enough to encourage the diaperlion to try and finish this new phase of his punishment as quickly as he could. He whined through the nipple in his muzzle while his sister kept brining her little paw down on his seat again and again, before her mother nudged her slightly and she remembered what she said about a cubby's thighs. The little lioness started spanking the backs of Jesse's legs, just underneath the legbands. She switched from one leg to the other, actually managing to get a little pink to show through the fur on the backs of Jesse's thighs.

This treatment continued for a few minutes, Jesse loudly nursing and whining as he squirmed and kicked his feetpaws, while his sister Tammy spanked his backside with her little lioness paws. When Jesse had finally emptied his bottle, his mother stopped Tammy's paw and then said she needed to soothe the baby after his spanking is done. The little lioness gently rubbed the pink fur on the backs of her brother's thighs and cooed down at him, "It's okay, sweetie. I know you'll behave yourself better from now on, right?"

Her mother smiled at her and told her what a good mommy she'd be someday, which made the little lioness beam. Then she turned to her son, still wriggling on his tummy with the bottle in his paws. "I bet my little baby boy wants to get out of his messy pants, huh? Well, we can take you upstairs and get you taken care of. How does that sound?"

Jesse mumbled something about it sounding good, and he was helped off the couch and set on his paws and knees on the floor. His mom gave his diaperseat a soft, squishy pat that made him yelp, "Okay, Tammy and Max, take Jesse upstairs. Sally's up there finishing some things. She can handle Jesse's diapers this time. I'm going to get started on lunch."

The pair nodded, Max went to pat Jesse on the head while Tammy walked to the edge of the playpen and picked up the pacifier from where it lay on the floor, gently replacing it in her brother's muzzle. Jesse actually felt a little relieved to have it back. The little lioness awed at how he started to nurse right away, and she knelt down to give him a little kiss on his ear before she scampered off to join Max on the way to the stairs, giggling as she went. "Come on, Jesse! When we get you upstairs, Sally will get your dirty diapies changed."

Jesse wasn't exactly excited about having the neighbor lady change him, but he did want to get out of these wet and messy diapers. The way his accident squished against his butt and in between his legs as he crawled around was not particularly appealing. Weirdly, it wasn't as disgusting as it had been that morning. The smell was less offensive, and it was nice to know that somebody else was going to take care of him, somehow. He couldn't quite figure out where that feeling was coming from, so he decided to ignore it.

In short order, Max and Tammy were at the top of the stairs, watching Jesse slowly work his way up on all fours. As he crawled up the stairs one at a time in his mittens and booties, his diapers making little squishing noises, his pacifier making little thwip-thwip noises, both of his siblings smiled down at him with a warmth that wasn't present when they were teasing him earlier. "You know," Max said as he turned to his little sister, "you're right. He is actually kind of cute."

Jesse whimpered a bit into his pacifier as he got to the top of the stairs, but on the other hand, it was better than getting relentlessly teased. He started to turn to go towards the bedroom, but a voice from behind stopped him. "Oop! Hold on just a minute there, little kitten. You're headed the wrong way!" Jesse turned over his shoulder just in time to see Sally standing there in the doorway to the guestroom, waving a paw in front of her nose. "Pee-yoo, Jesse. You really need a change, stinkerpants. Come on, widdle guy."

Before he had a chance to turn around, Sally walked over and slipped her paws underneath Jesse's armpits, lifting him up like he were a much littler cub. Sally did a lot of work with set construction at the local theater, so she was a pretty strong tigress. All the same, Jesse was surprised to find himself getting carried into the guest room like a baby. At least, he thought it was the guest room. As soon as he was brought inside, he saw that his mom and Sally had completely redone the room.

The furniture that had been in the room before, the double bed and the nightstand, was nowhere to be seen. The chest of drawers was still there, but now it had Jesse's nightlight on it. Instead, the room was now filled with the baby furniture that had been his, then his brother's, and up until a few years ago, was his sister's. Since then, he figured, it had been sitting dismantled in the garage. But it was all here: the crib, the changing table, the rocking chair, the rocking horse, everything. It was like they had brought up all the baby stuff that was packed away in boxes, and since Tammy was the last baby of the family, there was a distinct baby girlish vibe in the room.

"How do you like it, Jesse? It's your new room!" Jesse stared at everything in disbelief while he was carried over to the changing table and laid down on it like a normal baby. It was a bit of a tight fit, but Sally managed to settle him on there all right. "I made sure this thing's reinforced, so that it won't have any trouble at all holding a baby your size, sweetie-pie. It could probably hold twice your weight, in fact." She patted one of the legs that she had strengthened, and then wrapped a strap - that was also new - across Jesse's chest, pinning his arms to his sides in the process. "This is to make sure that you don't fuss too much, cutie."

Of course, finding himself strapped down like that just made Jesse start squirming and whining, but a quick swat to his hip quieted him down. Sally went to work quickly and deftly; she'd had a few kittens of her own over the years, even though most of them were grown up, now. She unbuttoned the snaps on Jesse's onesie and made sure the fabric was out of the way, pulled up over his tummy. She poked the front of his diapers and chuckled at how much he'd wet, "Soaky little kitten, aren't ya?" She quickly tore through tape after tape until the fronts of the diapers were pulled down in between Jesse's thighs, the tigress apparently inured to the strong scent of messy baby in the air by thousands of diaper changes in the past.

"Alright cutie, bottoms up!" she said as she took the lion's ankles and pulled them up, bringing his knees to his chest and peeling his fuzzy behind from the seat of his diapers. The tigress skillfully wrapped the diapers up into a big, heavy ball and dropped it into the diaper pail with a resounding squish. Then she proceeded to wipe up the big baby lion's fur while he lay there and squirmed and nursed on his soother, strapped to his changing table. She went through quite a few wipes before she was finished getting him clean, but it didn't take her long. She did comment about how the mess in his diaper was all squished back against his seat, and Max explained that he'd gotten a spanking from Tammy for not finishing his bottle.

When she was finished, she set his legs back down and then leaned in and placed her muzzle on Jesse's bare tummyfur, pressing her lips around his belly button and blowing a raspberry. The feeling made the teenaged lion burst out in a giggling squeal, sounding very much like a real kitten would when he gets that kind of treatment. "There we go, all clean again! Does Jesse like being out of his stinky diapers? Sometimes, I'm not sure with you kittens... as soon as you get changed, you go and make a mess all over again. It's like you enjoy having a squishy bottom."

Jesse whined, but he could muster no stronger protest than a little shake of his head. Sally reached under the changing table to a shelf that was full of supplies for baby care, picking up a big bottle of cubby powder and a few fresh diapers. In short order and amid a dusting of sweet-smelling talc, Jesse was put back into a clean set of thick, crinkly diapers. Sally redid the snaps on the crotch of the little lion's onesie around the bulky padding of his diapers. After he was redressed, she patted him on his front and cooed down at him, "There we go! Does that feel better, sweetie?"

The teenaged baby lion gave his head a little nod, but he was a bit startled to hear Max clearing his throat from the corner of the room, where he had been watching Jesse's change along with his little sister. He had folded his arms across his chest and was tapping his foot as he glared at his brother. "Come on Jesse, thank Sally for cleaning up your dirty diapers," he chided the lion as he lay there, still strapped to the changing table.

Jesse folded his ears down and looked up at Sally, who was just smiling down at him nicely, and mumbled around his pacifier, "Fankoo, Missus Sawwy, for cweaning up my diwty diapews..." Having to thank somebody for cleaning up after him like he were a baby made him squirm on the top of the changing table. Sally grinned at how adorable the little kitten sounded, talking around his soother like that, and she told him so while she unstrapped him and sat him up on the edge of the table, letting his legs dangle off the edge, with a paw patting him on his crinkly hip. The attention there made his tail twitch behind him.

Sally turned to Max and Tammy and smiled, "Can you two go downstairs and check to see if lunch is ready? I'll play with the baby until she's ready, then I'll bring him down." As the two little lions nodded and headed back downstairs, Sally turned back to Jesse and smiled, "It's been so long since I've gotten to play with a little kitten! I've missed the opportunity." She covered her eyes with her paws and started cooing, "Wheeeeere's Sally? Where's Sally?" And then lifting her paws and yelping, "There she is!" after which she tickled Jesse through his onesie and his booties.

Sally played with Jesse's feetpaws, singing the "this little piggy" song and making him smile around his soother in spite himself. Then she pulled out a quarter from behind his ear. Even though he'd learned how that trick was done when he was about six, the lion found himself giggling and clapping his mittened paws together. He was actually getting into the cubby treatment from his neighbor. So when he was playing patty-cake with her and he heard his brother going "aww..." from the doorway, he was pretty embarrassed. "I don't want to interrupt such a cute playtime, but mom's got lunch all set up downstairs."

Sally smiled and said that she'd bring the baby down right away, so that his lunch wouldn't get cold. Hearing Max's voice brought a wave of built up embarrassment over the cubbified teenager lion. He'd been so into playing like a kitten with Sally that he hadn't even really thought to be bashful about it. Once Max left the room and Jesse could hear his pawsteps on the stairs, he looked up at Sally and folded his ears down, blushing brightly through his facefur.

The tigress awwed softly and petted the little kitten in between his ears, where his mane used to be. She let him whimper for just a moment and then she beeped his nose and slid her paws under his arms and lifted him off the changing table, letting him wrap his legs around her waist and holding him on her hip, just like a real baby. Sally let Jesse rest his head on her shoulder and cooed quietly into his ear, "Time for lunchies, baby boy." She bounced him a little bit and started on her way downstairs to the dining room.

When Jesse peeked up from Sally's shoulder, he saw the rest of his family sitting around the dinner table, munching on some macaroni and cheese. But there's also a high chair set up, with three jars of Gerber babyfood and the bib from this morning. His brother and sister giggled at the sight of their big baby brother, apparently never getting tired of the situation he's found himself in.

Sally smiled and plopped Jesse down into the seat of the high chair with a crinkle, "Don't stop eating on his account, folks. I'll take care of feeding the little kitten." She pulled a chair out and sat down in front of him, lowering the tray of the high chair around his chest and securing him in the high chair with fuzzy legs and bootied feetpaws dangling over the floor. She cooed to him softly and started to open up the first jar of babyfood.

In the meantime, Jesse's mom and his two younger siblings talked about how nice it was to have big, mean, misbehaving teenage Jesse out of the house and having the much more agreeable, cuter, sweet little kitten Jesse-wesse in his place. They talked about him like he wasn't even there, like he couldn't understand what they were talking about. Of course, he didn't have the courage to pipe up and defend himself, so all he could do was squirm in his high chair, feeling his padded seat and hear it rustle noisily beneath him.

The tigress joins in with Jesse's family's conversation, punctuating her praise for the adorable widdle kitty-kins by rubbing her nose against his forehead and petting his ears. She fed him big spoonfuls of mashed peas, smearing his lips and muzzle with the stuff and splattering it on his big in the process. Jesse didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but he found himself slipping into normal babyish reactions without even thinking about.

He didn't like the taste of the peas, so he whined and turned his muzzle away from the offered spoon. The family giggled at his reaction, but he couldn't help himself. So, of course, Sally started doing what you do for any fussy cub like that. She started making airplane noises and cajoling him into 'opening up the hangar.' In spite of how much he wanted to resist it, he couldn't help himself - that actually did make him open up his mouth for the spoonful of baby food, no matter how yucky it was.

By the time everybody was done with lunch, Jesse's muzzle and bib were painted with a mixture of orange, green, and brown mush. Everyone agreed that he was absolutely adorable like that. All the same, Sally helped to clean him up and patted his full belly, then slid the tray up over his head and picked him back up. Once Jesse was seated on her hip again, she casually observed that the little kitten had wet his diapers again, but that his didees could last a while longer before he needed. Jesse hadn't even noticed it.

Jesse's mother smiled to him and glanced over at Tammy. "Oh, by the way Jesse, Tammy and I were talking about how nice it is that she's got a new baby brother to play with. She thought it would be nice to be able to have a tea party with you. Won't that be fun?" Tammy giggled and nodded her head at the question, but Jesse whined and hid his face against Sally's shoulder. He didn't like where this was going, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

Tammy slid off her chair and scampered back into the living room with Sally following after her, Jesse held in her arms. Max stayed in the dining room to help his mom clear the table. Seeing what kinds of punishments his mom was willing to dole had encouraged Max to make sure to behave himself.

In the living room, Jesse peeked up from the tigress's shoulder to see his little sister digging through the big trunk full of baby clothes again. He didn't know what she could be looking for, since he was already dressed in the disgustingly adorable outfit she'd picked out for him last time. When she stood up and had a frilly lavender dress in her paws, Jesse's muzzle dropped open.

Sally awwed and smiled, "What an adorable outfit for our little sissy kitten, sweetie! She'll be the cutest widdle thing in that..." Jesse's head was swimming. Before he even knew what was going on, his onesie was getting unbutton and pulled off over his head, and he found his paws sliding into the puffy, ribboned sleeves of the dress that Tammy had pulled out of the trunk.

In no time, Jesse found himself standing there, his paws still made useless in cute little infantilizing mittens and booties. His middle still bulged out around his crotch and bottom with thick layers of rustly - and wet! - plastic padding. But now his body was covered by a snug fitting vision in sissy lavender ruffles and frills and ribbons. The word 'princess' was written across his chest, and the skirt poofed outwards from his waist instead of going down, so his diapers and their soggy state was on full display.

Max and Jesse's mom had come in from the kitchen just in time to see Jesse finish getting put into his new outfit. They squealed at the adorable sight they found. Jesse was helpless to do anything but stand there as Sally and his family descended on him and proceeded to tickle and tease him, to pinch his cheeks and paw at his ruffles and mittens and tuftless tail and wet diapers. He giggled and squirmed and whined, feeling totally ineffectual as he found himself at the mercy of even his little sister's whims.

As he was getting fussed over like a little baby, he started wetting himself again, not even noticing the growing warmth as his pee was absorbed by his diaper and spread over his crotch, wetting down his trimmed fur. He knew was going to have to endure this punishment for a long time.