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Joseph woke up the next morning when he heard his door opening. He had slept in the same position he'd been left the night before - tied to his crib bars, spread-eagled, with a plug under his tail and a wet diaper wrapped around his head. He'd been breathing in the scent of tiger and cheetah urine all night long, but surprisingly, he'd slept really well. This fact made the cheetah snicker.

"Is he really still asleep? I can't believe he didn't whine all night long. I guess he must have liked that pissy diaper over his muzzle. Maybe he should wear one every night. Or maybe just when he's been a good kitten. He might whine, but you should take it off and untie him for now. I think he needs to see this."

The tiger tore the tapes on the diaper and pulled it away, leaving Joseph blinking in the morning light and breathing in the clearer air. Keith continued to untie the little bound lion's wrists and ankles from the crib bars, then snickered when he came to the plug still buried under Joseph's tail. "You drained the battery in this overnight, kitten. I guess we can take it out of you now."

Once had been undiapered, untied, and unplugged, Joseph got up on his knees and looked out through the crib bars to see David standing naked beside the changing table. The lithe cheetah was smirking at the chubby, mane-less lion in the crib, while Keith walked over to him and planted a deep, passionate kiss on his muzzle, in full view of the lion. The pair made soft purring, growling, and moaning noises as they made out in front of the kitten, shamelessly showing off their passion for each other, bodies pressed together while David's fingers were rubbing the back of the tiger's head. There wasn't anything for Joseph to do but blush as he watched.

Keith rumbled and licked the cheetah's cheek, sliding his paw around to squeeze David's naked rear, "Are you ready, dear?"

"Of course," the cheetah purred, as he wrapped his arms around the tiger's broad shoulders. Joseph was more than a little surprised as he watched his ex-boyfriend lift the cheetah off the floor and lay him on his back on the oversized changing table, delicately settling the smaller feline into place on the plastic-covered surface and then leaning down to kiss his belly, which prompted David to giggle and mutter, "Silly tiger..."

Keith just grinned and reached under the table for the changing supplies, producing lotion, powder, and a diaper. What followed was an amazingly tender, intimate, and sweetly silly display, as the tiger petted and nosed and tickled and kissed the cheetah over and over, while slowly getting him snugly situated into a fresh, crinkly diaper. It was an intricate ritual, and it demonstrated more than anything else how closely these two were connected, how much they were on the same wavelength. Joseph was fascinated.

When he had finished getting David into a diaper, Keith paused for a moment and admired the cheetah's appearance, the way his skinny frame contrasted with the puffy thickness of the diaper, the juvenile garment on his very adult and self-reliant boyfriend. He rumbled his approval deep in his chest, and his cock was sticking out from his crotch. The cheetah noticed and reached out a paw to gently stroke the tiger's shaft.

"Still not worn out from last night, huh? Well, if you have time, my muzzle's free," he purred, as he licked his lips, before motioning over in the direction of the naked lion in the crib, who hadn't had any attention paid to him in a while. "Or you could always pump one of the sissy's holes for a while, of course. That's what he's for, after all."

The tiger chuckled and spun the cheetah around before wrapping his big arms around the smaller feline, pressing his chest against the cheetah's back. "Your mouth is divine, of course, but I'm afraid I don't have time to enjoy it. I just want to do this before I go," Joseph watched as Keith adjusted himself behind the cheetah and then leaned in against him, purr-rumbling deeply as he pressed his muzzle against the side of David's neck. He had slipped the tip of his tigerhood into the waistband of the cheetah's freshly-changed diaper, and he was piddling over David's seat, marking him with his scent.

Both David and Keith had their eyes shut, and serene smiles spread across their muzzles. The fingers of their paws meshed together as they purred, both of them seeming to enjoy the connection they shared. Joseph was surprised all over again at how sweet and tender a moment like this could be. Once the tiger had finished, Keith turned David's muzzle in his paw and gave the cheetah a quicker - but no less passionate - kiss before saying, "Thank you, dear. I've got to run now, but I'll try not to be gone too long. So you play nice with our little pet, okay?"

Once Keith had gotten dressed and left the apartment, David turned to the crib and smiled at the naked lion leaning against the bars. His smile was not particularly friendly; in fact, it was downright predatory. As the cheetah walked over to the lion's crib, his tail twitching behind him, it was surprising how he managed to still look confident and in control, despite the fact that he had a disposable diaper with a sagging, wet seat taped around his hips. He reached a paw through the bars and rubbed the lion underneath his chin.

"So, it's just you and me now, baby bitch. Did you have fun watching Daddy Keith and I play a little bit? You've got a little sissy stiffy, so I'm guessing you did. Do you realize that was all that he ever wanted to do with you? Just something sweet and silly and harmless." He dipped his other paw and started teasing the little lion's kitten-bits. "That's what you got so upset over. That's why you dumped him and spread those lies about him. I hope you realize how stupid you were, diaperfluff-for-brains. Well, do you have anything to say for yourself, little fucktoy?"

Joseph was whimpering and wriggling his hips as he sat there in the crib on his knees, and even though he wasn't gagged, he felt like he might as well have been. He let out a soft mewling noise as he blushed and bit on his lower lip, but it was like he'd lost his voice. The cheetah smirked, "Of course you don't. You haven't said anything to defend yourself since this whole thing started. It's a little bit curious, don't you think? Well, I supposed you'd have to be able to think, first."

The cheetah's nose twitched as he unlocked the side of the crib and lowered it to the floor. "You still smell like a pissy diaper, sissy. You need a bath." He tugged on the lion's ear and roughly yanked him down onto the floor on all fours. "Follow me, princess." The cheetah turned and walked out of the nursery to the bathroom, diapered bottom swaying behind him as he snapped his fingers for the lion to crawl after him. Once there, he pointed to the toilet.

"There's your bath, diaper-slut. Go on, dunk your head in there so you won't smell quite so much like your Daddies' piss, at least for a little while." The cheetah tapped his foot for a moment while the lion hesitated, "You're such a weak-willed, spineless little babydoll that you'll even go along with this, won't you? Come on pansy, you know you're going to eventually, so just clean your pissy, empty head off in the toilet. Do what Daddy tells you to, potty-pet."

He glanced between the cheetah and the toilet for a moment more, but then he just shuddered and swallowed hard, crawling up to the toilet and dunking his head into the bowl. David laughed and shook his head, tugging the lion back out and drying his headfur with a towel. "Wasn't that nice? It must be so much easier for you to just do what you're told, to give up on trying to make your own decisions and trust yourself to your much smarter daddies. Even if it means eating out of your diaper or stuffing your head in the toilet, you like it better this way, don't you? You don't have to answer, little bitch, I already know you do. I understand you better than you understand yourself." The cheetah tugged on the lion's ear again and led him out to the living room.

Once there, he turned around and presented his wet, padded rear to Joseph. "Come on, lucky little diaperslut, you get to nuzzle your daddy's diaperseat." He patted his hip and perked up his rear, curling his tail around the back of the lion's neck, "That's right, sissy, kiss my ass." The lion moaned and pressed his face into the cheetah's wet, padded seat, rubbing his nose under the base of David's tail, breathing in the scent of Keith's piss as he puckered up and kissed the crinkly, plastic shell of the diaper.

"Ah, there we go, that's a good baby bitch. Isn't that satisfying? You belong underneath a bigger, stronger, smarter fur's tail, worshipping your superiors, showing just how lowly and pathetic you are. Even though I'm wearing a diaper, I'm still much more mature and in-control than you are. I bet you actually like submitting to a cheetah in a wet diaper, huh? I bet it makes you feel even more worthless. You sure seem to enjoy every single humiliating, degrading thing we've done to you, so far. You had no idea that you needed this kind of treatment so bad, did you?"

"Keith's glad that you're enjoying your new role, you know. He thought you deserved to be punished for a little while, but he's excited that you actually seem to be into this. See, despite everything you did, he still cares about you and wants you to be happy. He's a sweetie, isn't he?"

The cheetah reached around behind him and pressed his paw against the back of the lion's head, tugging him closer underneath his tail, grinding his diaperseat against Joseph's muzzle.

"That's where we're different, though. I don't give a fuck about you, pussy. To me, you're nothing. To me, you're just the selfish waste of space who lied to everyone and hurt the kindest, gentlest man I've ever met. I don't care about your happiness. If I had my way, we'd be taking you to the doctor. You'd have your teeth removed, since you hardly need them for your diet of oatmeal, babyfood, and daddycum. That would help you slim down, too. We'd have you castrated, though your danglies are so tiny I don't know if it'd make any difference. And I'd hypnotize you, until you forgot all about the ungrateful little brat you used to be, and there was nothing left in your head except a desire to be an obedient little cock-sucking, ass-licking, piss-drinking, diaper-filling bimbo baby-toy."

The cheetah pulled Joseph's muzzle away from his rear and turned around, grinning down at the blushing, wide-eyed lion and forcing the stunned kitten to press his nose against the bulge in the cheetah's diapered crotch. "The only reason I haven't done any of that to you is because Keith doesn't want me to... at least, not yet. Unlike you, I would never do anything to hurt him, so until I can convince him that you'd enjoy that kind of treatment, I won't touch a hair on your maneless head. But I don't think it would take that long to convince him, if I really wanted to get Keith to come around..."

He lifted up a footpaw and brushed his toe along the lion's crotch, laughing again as he found that Joseph still had a little pokey. "Especially since you seem to enjoy hearing about this! Do you like these ideas? Do you want me to tell Keith that's what you really want to be? That you want to totally give up on ever being a big, independent grown-up, ever again? We could take you for walks in nothing but a diaper. We could change you on a bench at the mall. We could send pictures and video of you like that to all your old friends and family, so they know what you've become. I bet they won't even be surprised."

The cheetah growled and rolled his hips forward, then roughly pushed the lion's muzzle away. "On all fours, pussy, in front of the TV, right now." While the dazed, whimpering lion settled onto his hands and knees on the floor, the cheetah was fiddling with some remotes. When the picture came up, David knelt beside Joseph and patted his rump. "Look up at the screen, pussy," he purred, while he dipped one paw between the lion's legs and started pumping his little cocklet with his thumb and index finger, while his other paw moved beneath the lion's tail, and he started to slide a finger into the lion's rump. "And think about your family seeing this."

Meanwhile, the video on the screen started. It was the one that Keith had shot with his phone, the day before, when Joseph was desperate to mess his diapers, and he was begging to be allowed to fill his pants. The lion whined and blushed as he looked up to see the expression on his face, the wanton need that was filling him in the video, the way he was quivering and pleading to be allowed to do something so helpless, so filthy, so infantile.

"Now, pussy, when you make spurties, I want you to let out a nice, low, 'Moo!' because you're getting milked like a cow. i'm sure it won't be long now, so I hope you can remember. Don't forget, 'Moo!'"

Joseph sputtered and groaned, eyes fixated on the screen, while David fingerfucked his tailhole and pumped at his little kittencock. "Muh-muh..." he whimpered, and then tensed up as he let out a breathless, shaky, "Moooooooooo!" as he watched his diaperseat expand on the screen and saw the ecstatic look in his eyes when he gave up control and messed himself like a baby. He started squirting right into the cheetah's palm, little watery jets of sissylion cum being caught by his ex's new boyfriend.

That sticky mess was quickly smeared over the lion's nose and muzzle, before he'd even had a chance to catch his breath, and then the fingers that had been stuffed under his tail were shoved in between his lips for him to suckle clean, while the cheetah just shook his head and snickered. "Unbelievable. Some apex predator you are, mooing while you get your dicklet milked. You actually like all those nasty ideas I have for you, don't you? Well, maybe I really do have all these filthy plans to ruin you and break you down into nothing but a little toy."

"But then again, maybe I just get off on telling you that I would really do all that stuff. Maybe it's all just another way for me to tease you. That must be it, of course. I could never really do anything like that, even to you... probably. I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

"For now, though, I'm putting you back in your chastity tube and then putting you down in your playpen for a nap. And I can't be bothered to diaper you, so you'd better not have an accident."

Joseph was still feeling dazed from the way he'd stickied, so he actually did manage to nap, curled up in his playpen. At some point, David brought him a bowl of oatmeal, which he eagerly licked up. Some time later, the cheetah dropped his balled-up diaper into the playpen, chuckling at how much the lion had enjoyed his pissy diaper the night before. When Keith finally got home, Joseph was cuddling that balled-up, wet diaper like a beloved stuffed animal.

"Aww, how cute!" the tiger cooed as he lifted Joseph out of the playpen by his underarms. "It sounds like you had a fun day with Daddy David, didn't you? I heard you got milked into his paw! Good thing you're in your tube now, huh? You've got such a little hair trigger, it's like anything can set you off. And I know you're going to love the presents I got for you today - just seeing them might have made you spurt!"

Before he knew what was happening, Joseph found himself being slipped into a matching set of soft, pink, leather cuffs, one pair around his wrists, another around his ankles, along with a collar around his neck, and one last cuff around his tail, close to the tip and just behind his tuft. Then another gag was slipped into his muzzle, but instead of the pacifier gag he'd been wearing the day before, this one was a ring gag, which forced the little lion's maw open.

Both Keith and David laughed and pinched his cheeks. "Aww, you look adorable!" Keith purred.

"He looks perfect, like that. And I see you got 'Pussycat' on the tag on his collar."

"Just like you suggested. And it has our names and numbers on the back, in case he gets lost. But don't worry, Princess, we'd never let that happen to you!"

"Look, he's drooling!"

"Yeah, that gag will make him do that. But I haven't shown you the best part, yet."

The tiger took Joseph's tail and attached the cuff around it to a ring on the back of his collar. "See? With his tail pinned up and back like this, it'll make it much harder for you to keep from messing your diaper, stinker, and I know you love that. But also, it makes him look like he's presenting like a lioness, all the time."

The cheetah positioned the lion on all fours and moved behind him with Keith. The pair grinned at the sight of Joseph's perky, exposed, chubby rear. David reached down and gave the lion's backside a swat, just to watch it jiggle and bounce as the kitten gurgled and moaned into his gag.

"It's hard to resist an invitation like that, isn't it?"

"Mmm-hmm, it really is..."

"Well, why wait? I bet you're still all pent up and riled from this morning, and doing that shopping probably didn't help you, either, imagining the little bitch-kitten all cuffed and gagged like this."

Delicate cheetah fingers dipped down to the tiger's crotch and slid the zipper on his pants down, before David's paw reached in and groped the bulge in Keith's underwear. This made the tiger grin and let out a deep, rumbling purr, while Joseph watched over his shoulder with widening eyes and a pink flush starting to show on his cheeks, while a little trickle of drool dripped off his chin.

"Is my big tiger-stud horny? I think he is. Just look at that eager little sissy lioness. She's desperate to get mounted by her daddy, I can tell. Look at the way she's presenting her nice, plush rump, she's just aching to get filled by a big, hard daddytiger-cock. Come on, lover, let's give our little kitten-pet a pounding."

The cheetah tugged the tiger's erection out of his pants and led him by his hard-on to where Joseph was kneeling. Then he walked around in front of the little lion and knelt down, flopping his own dick across the kitten's muzzle as he started to purr.

"You take that end, and I'll take this one. Let's try to meet in the middle."

Joseph shivered and let out a groan as he felt one hot cock sliding along in between his rumpcheeks, while another brushed against his lips. With his tail tugged out of the way and his muzzle forced open by the gag, there wasn't much he could do - but there wasn't anything he needed to do, either. It was freeing to just sit there on all fours and focus on the feeling of big, strong paws gripping his hips and the sides of his head, while dribbling cocktips found his muzzle and tailhole and started to push into him, filling him from both ends at once. One hand wrapped around the base of his lifted tail, and another grabbed him by the short fur in between his ears, where his mane used to be. Both the cheetah and the tiger purr-growled as they rocked their hips.

"Listen to him moan! What a little cock-slut he is. You can tell, he just loves being stuffed with Daddycock. I can tell why, though - his muzzle feels so good and fits perfectly, it's like it was made to be wrapped around my dick. How's his backside, lover?"

The tiger's answer was swallowed when he rolled his eyes back and growled, already panting hard at the feeling of sliding into the lion's plush, perfect tailhole. Keith rumbled and rolled his hips, struggling to take his time working his way under Joseph's tail. His breathing was getting ragged, and eventually his conscientiousness was overwhelmed by a primal lust which had been building in his loins all day. He gritted his teeth and swung his paw back, bringing it down in a swift arc to slap the lion's rump, hard. The blow made Joseph let out a yelp, but it was muffled by the cheetah-cock stuffed in his maw.

Then Keith reached out with his free hand, leaning forward and grasping the back of the cheetah's neck. He drew David forward until their muzzles met over Joseph's back, and they started kissing again. Their breathless show of affection only encouraged both of them to enjoy the lion they were fucking. Almost in sync, their hips started pistoning harder and faster, pushing deeper and deeper, until Joseph felt cock push into his throat, making him gurgle - but to his surprise, he accepted it without too much trouble. Then he felt the tiger's hips slapping against his rump and his nose brushing against the cheetah's pubic fur. He was being hilted in from both directions.

All he had to do was sit there on all fours while he was being used. He was barely anything more than a sex-toy for this couple. They continue kissing sloppily over his back, panting breathlessly and moaning until one - and then, quickly after, the other - filled him with daddycum. He just accepted it; what else could he do? The bare thrill of his helplessness, his complete acquiescence to this treatment made him feel light-headed and woozy and covered the back of his neck with a hot, prickly sensation.

He was so dazed that he barely even knew what was happening while the cheetah and the tiger pulled out of him and wiped themselves off on his fur. He was rolled onto his back, and his legs were lifted so a thick plug could be pushed under his tail. One set of paws was wrapping him up in one of the new, extra-thick diapers that Keith had gotten, and another was undoing his ring gag, only to replace it immediately with his now-familiar pacifier gag. His paws were drawn up to his chest, and his wrist-cuffs were clipped onto his collar, while his ankle-cuffs were attached to each other by a short chain.

Before he knew what was happening, he was being stood up on rubbery legs, his knees forced apart by the bulk of the padding between his thighs. A leash was being clipped onto his collar, and he was being tugged along for the first few awkward, wobbly steps toward the front door, while he adjusted to the feeling of trying to walk while so thickly diapered with his ankles chained together like that. Keith and David, who were now fully dressed again, were leading him outside, all smiles, while Keith announced what they were doing cheerily.

"Come along, Pussycat. We're going to go for a walk so we can get you some new clothes! Won't that be fun?"

Joseph made a muffled, gurgling noise of protest, but there wasn't much he could do about it, in his current state. In no time at all, he was blinking in the sunlight, feeling the cool air on his bare thighs and tummy. He blushed bright red when he realized he was outside while he was wearing a pacifier-gag, a collar, pink cuffs, and most obviously a big, puffy diaper. Not to mention the fact that he was less-obviously wearing a chastity tube and a plug under his tail.

The sight of the lion's humiliation was delicious to David, who grinned from ear-to-ear and tugged on Joseph's leash, purring, "No dawdling, baby-butt. I know you love showing off your diapers, but you'll have plenty of chances to do that."

Keeping up with the tiger and the cheetah did not turn out to be especially easy, since the lion had to shuffle and waddle his way along, struggling both against the chain connecting his cuffed ankles and the swell of the padding between his legs, and he also had to ignore the surprised stares and snickers from everyone else who was walking down the street.

There was no shortage of people who were snickering, either. It was a beautiful afternoon for a stroll, and it seemed like everyone in the neighborhood was out and about. And everyone got a kick out of the lion being paraded down the street. What started as whispered comments turned into loud catcalls as people and laughed at him.

"Look at that diaper he's wearing! What a big baby!"

"They're such big diapers, too. He must really need them."

"Aww, what a cute widdle kitten! Does he need his pampers changed now?"

"He's just got a perfectly pudgy tummy, doesn't he?"

"And he looks so good without his mane!"

This continued until the tiger and the cheetah had led the lion to their destination, which happened to be a small, nondescript store in a quaint, outdoor shopping center near Keith's house. By the time they arrived, being teased by so many strangers like that had left Joseph's head spinning, as he felt woozy and dazed and tingly all over. He was drooling down his chin and onto his chest, which quite a few people had remarked on. The lion was in such a state that he didn't notice what shop he had been led to.

Keith was the first one through the door, while David stood just outside with Joseph and encouraged a curious fox-girl to pat the lion's puffy diaperseat and pinch his blushing cheek. When the tiger had stepped inside, the matronly huskylady smiled from behind the counter and called out to him.

"Keith! It's so good to see you! I hope your furniture is working out as well as you hoped it would."

"Oh, better than I could have ever guessed, Mrs. Huggins. Here, I'd like to introduce you to someone."

The tiger motioned for the cheetah to bring Joseph into the store, and as soon as the husky saw the dazed, drooling, diapered lion, she very nearly squealed. Her eyes widened, her muzzle broke into a broad smile, and her tail started to wag back and forth. She immediately came out from behind the counter and walked over to where the lion was standing, cooing over him with a delighted expression on her face.

"Aww! How adorable! What a precious little baby lion. He's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen! What's your name, kitten?"

She giggled at her little joke and tapped the pacifier-gag stuffed in his muzzle, then pinched his cheek playfully and slid her fingertips down to inspect his collar.

"I guess you're not big enough to answer me, but I see from your collar that your name is 'Pussycat!' and I think that's a perfect name for a lion like you, cutie-pie. Especially one who needs his daddies to take care of him. Is he always more of a silly little house-kitten than a big, tough alpha lion?"

"Yeah, he could never really cut it on his own as an adult, Mrs. Huggins, so Daddy Keith here helped him to be the helpless, pathetic little sissy baby-pet he's always needed to be, deep down," David purred as his tail flicked back and forth behind him. The cheetah was clearly enjoying watching the lion squirm. "He was Keith's last boyfriend, by the way."

The husky continued to pet and prod at the lion while she talked over him to David and Keith, tickling under his chin, rubbing his headfur between his ears, beeping his nose with a fingertip, patting his chubby tummy, and even checking the condition of his diaper. She slipped a fingertip into the legband of his padding and found him still dry, but she looked a bit surprised when she felt the plastic tube that encased his weewee. She tugged back on his waistband and peered into the lion's diaperfront, smirking as she saw the chastity device keeping his kitten-bits nice and soft. She then took firm hold of his shoulder and spun him around, even bending him forward a bit so she could pull back on his waistband again, peeking into the seat of the lion's diaper and giggling as she saw the base of the plug nestled between his rumpcheeks. She let the diaper snap back into place and patted his seat, grinning from ear to ear.

"I see you've got him all plugged up and tubed. He must have problems with all sorts of accidents! At least this way you don't have to worry about him messing or stickying himself - or both at the same time!"

She smiled and cooed down at the little diapered lion, patting his puffy bottom, rubbing his belly, and giving him a little kiss on the head before she continued.

"He sure is a lucky baby, to have both of you to keep him safe in such thick diapers. So what does a pretty little kitten need from my store today, anyway? Or did you just bring him by to show him off?"

The tiger smiled, "Well, when he decided he would rather be our little sissy-toy instead of pretending to be a big boy anymore, we got rid of all his old clothes. So now all he has to wear are his puffy diapers and the cuffs I got him, of course. We need to get him a whole new wardrobe. One that's better-suited to his new station in life."

"That's right, we want him to look like a helpless, silly, pathetic little sissy babydoll - because that's what he is - but we don't want him to just look like a big baby girl. He should look more like a failure as an adult and as a boy," David chimed in, before he reached over and rubbed Joseph's head, "Isn't that right, princess?"

The lion let out a muffled moan into his gag as he stood there and fidgeted, his knees wobbling from listening to everone talk about him like this. It did seem like all three enjoyed watching him squirm. The husky, in particular, was enjoying the conversation, if her rapidly wagging tail was any indication.

"Oh, I think I understand what you need, perfectly. There are definitely a few things you'll want from this section of the store - I'm sure that your little Pussycat could use a pair of footed sleepers with nice mittens on them, not to mention some overalls and probably a pair of shortalls and skirtalls, at least. And since he doesn't have his mane anymore, I'm sure a nice, frilly, pink bonnet would be the perfect replacement."

"But I think that - based on what you're looking for - you'll find a lot more that's interesting in the back room. That's where I keep the things that are intended for people who - well, who don't see ageplay as something that always has to be soft and fluffy and innocent. Come on, I'll show you. I think I have everything you'll need!"

With a wry smile on her face, the husky led the three felines - with David tugging the wobbling, waddling diaper-lion along by his leash - through a curtained doorway to another section of the store, with a darker and less pastel-oriented color scheme, and an entirely different inventory, from the looks of things.

"These are the same high-quality plastic pants you can pick up in the front of the store, but these have some silly or embarrassing slogans across the seat. For example, we have 'Little Stinker,' 'Droopy Drawers,' 'Warning: Full Load,' and 'Squish Me!' just to name a few. I think a few of these would be perfect for your little Pussycat."

"We have plenty of t-shirts that would suit him very well, too. Let's see, here... things like 'Crybaby,' 'Pansy,' 'Bitch,' 'Slave,' and 'Sissy' are short and to-the-point. But I really love some of these longer ones like, 'I need my daddy,' 'I can't do anything by myself,' and 'If I'm crying, just stuff my muzzle with something.' Ooh, 'I may not be very bright, but at least I'm cute' is a fun one. Ah! This is the one I was looking for: 'I couldn't handle being a big boy... that's why I'm back in diapers and frillies.' Isn't that just too perfect for him?"

"But you're going to want more than just shirts and plastic panties, I'm guessing. You'll probably want to get a straight jacket and a bunting bag, which are good for when a little kitten is being fussy. Not to mention some cute, pink bondage mittens to keep him from getting into trouble the rest of the time. I'd also recommend a hood/mask for when you really want him to feel like he has no control. It'll make it so he can't see, speak, or even hear well enough to distinguish individual words. It's hard not to feel as helpless as a newborn, like that."

"And of course, you'll need some other things for him to wear out and about. Most of the shorts, pants, skirts, and dresses that we have back here are designed to highlight the diapers underneath, instead of disguise them. And most of the shorts and pants come with snap-crotches to make diaper-changes easier."

"Oh! And one last thing - I'm sure you'll want to get this special baby bouncer, sized perfectly for a cubby like your little lioness, which can be fitted with a toy in the seat to make bouncy time a bit naughtier. You could have almost the same effect by putting him in the bouncer with that plug under his tail, of course, and then you wouldn't have to worry about putting a hole in the back of his diaper. Trust me, this will work wonders."

Having watched the husky show off all of the different items of clothing that were meant to highlight the lion's newly-realized sissyish and babyish nature, Joseph was dazed from seeing all of this stuff in front of him. He was panting through his nose as he fidgeted there, staring at the array of different ways he was going to be humiliated. Meanwhile, both the tiger and cheetah were sporting obvious bulges in the front of their pants. They were both purr-growling deep in their throats as they turned to each other, smiling broadly, looking very predatory.

"This all looks perfect, Mrs. Huggins. I think we have everything we're going to need to get our little Pussycat started on his new wardrobe," the lion purred as he reached a paw over and grobed the lion's diapered bottom.

Afterwards, Joseph was made to try on and model too many outfits for him to count, each one more infantile and sissyish than the last. He was just drowning in frills and lace and ribbons and pink everything. His daddies would make him walk up and down the aisles to show off the way his new clothes looked, except for when his knees got so wobbly he had to crawl around the store on all fours. They would frequently ask Mrs. Huggins her opinion - she would often say that the lion needed a smaller size, since the more snug-fitting the clothes were, the more they showed off his diapers or his pudge. Sometimes, they would even ask strangers how they thought he looked. Every one of them said he looked precious. When he wet himself in the middle of the store, the husky had to come over and check him herself before announcing his condition out loud.

By the time they had finally finished, Joseph was just delirious with embarrassment. He had been dressed in a pair of pink mary-janes and thigh-high white tights with lace on top and bows on the back, ruffled rhumba panties over his diapers that were hardly covered at all by the short, frilly skirt he'd been put in. He was also wearing a shirt that said "Daddy's Little Toy" across the chest, and it was a bit too short for him so it rode up on his belly and showed off a strip of his fur above his waist. He'd been put in those pink bondage mittens, too, even though they weren't strictly necessary, since he'd had his wrists cuffed to his collar again. He had a bonnet tied around his chin that replaced his former mane with a pink, babyish circle of frills around his face, and a ribbon had been tied in a bow around his tail.

That was how he was led back home, with his cuffs clipped together behind his back so they wouldn't be able to cover the text on his shirt. The walk back was a blur of people giggling at him and fawning over him and pinching his cheeks and patting his diaperseat. His head was spinning, and it didn't stop until he was back in his nursery and Keith had finished setting up the oversized baby bouncer they had picked up at the husky's shop. Joseph was lifted into the seat and had his ankles and wrists cuffed together, so there was nothing he could do but dangle there helplessly.

The way the that the seat was built, all of his weight was being supported by the seat in a very specific spot: just underneath the plug that he'd been wearing during the shopping trip. As he squirmed, he could his own body weight pushing on that plug forcing it deeper inside him. He groaned into his gag and whimpered, flushing pink as he looked at the tiger and cheetah, who just smiled at him.

"Oh, he already loves it, I can tell!"

"Just wait until we turn it on."

"Seeing him like this - and at the store, oh man! I can't believe how much it turns me on."

"Me too. Do you want to fuck on the floor in front of him?"

The tiger grinned broadly. "Oh no, for what I'm going to do to you, we're going to have to be on a bed."

"Of course, tiger. Let's go in the other room and make hot, wild, passionate love to each other while we leave the baby in his nursery to enjoy his bouncy seat," the cheetah purred, leaning in to kiss Keith deeply while he shot a glance over towards the squirming lion with a glint a in his eye.

The tiger rumbled and grabbed David by his shoulders, "Bedroom. Now."

The cheetah grinned and pulled away, "Just a moment, my love. I want to be sure that our precious little kitten doesn't have too many distractions, so he can enjoy himself more!"

The last thing the lion saw before the blindfold was slipped over his muzzle was the cheetah's trumphant smirk. After that, the baby bouncer was turned on and it started to live up to its name. The mechanism attached to the ceiling started to tighten and loosen at the elastic bands keeping the lion dangling in the air, so he would get tugged up into the air a few inches, then allowed to drop, only for the bands to tighten once more and pull up on him again. Still, all of his weight was focused on that spot underneath his tail, pushing on the base of that plug. As he went up and down, again and again and again, it was hard not to imagine that he was getting thoroughly mated.

His mind wandered quite a bit as he sat there in his bouncy seat, totally bound and helpless, feeling his tailhole getting abused. He thought about all the new clothes he had gotten today - his whole wardrobe now was made up of humiliating sissy baby attire. He thought of how many people saw him in that state and how lowly and pathetic he felt when they laughed at him or patted his head condescendingly. He thought about Keith and David in the next room, locked in the throes of a kind of mature, grown-up passion that he couldn't even understand. He wasn't jealous of them, though. He was just thankful that they would put up with him. In fact, he was only frustrated about one thing, as he bounced up and down for who knows how long.

The damn chastity tube keeping him locked up! If it hadn't been for that, he might have had half a dozen orgasm while he was riding his baby bouncer, thinking about his new life. When the mechanism was finaly stopped and he was lifted out of the seat, he was deliriously horny, flushed and drooling and squirming. He was dropped into his playpen and then paws reached into his diaper and slid the plug out from under his tail and even unlocked and removed his tube. But he was still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, so there wasn't much he could do about his newfound freedom.

When the gag was undone from behind his head and pulled out of his muzzle, he groaned and panted. He was almost overwhelmed with the desire to be a good pet, and he started mewling and stammering out his desperate needs.

"I - I - I wanna suck daddycock ... and - and I wanna, no - I need to lick under Daddy's tail... puh - pwease, I wanna - I wanna be a good widdle babybitch... I wanna be Daddy's perfect sissy butt-licking cock-worshiping baby Pussy!" He squealed and shivered, leaning up against the mesh wall of his playpen as he licked at the air in front of him.

"Is that really what you want, kitten?" the lion could make out David's voice. "Just that, and nothing else?"

"Nuh-nuffin - nuffin else! Dat's all I wanna be, forever!"

Joseph felt somebody move in front of him, and he heard something unzip, before he felt the heat and weight of a stiffening erection flop across his nose. He could hardly contain himself. As soon as it was in reach he started kissing and licking and sniffing and nuzzling and slathering the erection with attention. He then wrapped his lips around it and started to suckle, beginning to slide his muzzle further down along the length, bobbing his head while a big paw settled in between his ears, running fingers through the fur where his mane used to be.

He was slurping and gurgling, not paying any attention to the drool that was trickling down onto his shirt, tasting precum that was bubbling up onto his tongue. He was as enthusiastic and eager as any cocksucker could hope to be. He slid his muzzle up further and further, until the tip of that erection slid into the back of his throat and his lips were wrapped tight around the base, his nose pressed into rough, musky pubic fur. He could feel the deep purr-rumbling that was echoing in his ears.

While that rumbling continued, he heard the tiger's voice beside him, "I'm very, very proud of you, princess."

Then he heard the cheetah, "You're such a perfect little baby-doll." Still there was that rumbling in his ears.

He felt the straps on his blindfold being loosened and then felt it being slid off of him. He found himself blinking up along the stomach and chest of a solidly-built, masculine lion, with a few streaks of grey in his regal, russet mane. When the little sissy kitten saw the other lion's face, he recognized it immediately. It was his daddy. His real daddy.

"Hello, Joseph," the lion chuckled, "I was worried about you, kiddo. It wasn't very nice of you to stop talking to your mother and me after we said we weren't going to send you any more money." He twitched for a second and rolled his hips forward, growling deep in his throat. "But why don't you finish your Daddy off, before we finish catching up."

The little lion was stunned. His head was spinning. He felt like he was in a dream. But his muzzle and lips started to move all the same, sucking on his Daddy's cock while the bigger lion started to roll his hips, pumping into his sissy son's muzzle. It didn't take long before he let out a loud, bellowing roar and blew his wad down the kitten's throat. He was panting softly as he pulled himself out and wiped himself off on Joseph's cheekfur, a broad grin on his flushed face.

"I'm glad..." he said, still catching his breath, "I'm glad that you found something that you're naturally talented at, Joseph. This may not have been where I imagined you'd find yourself, but the most important thing for me is that you're happy and well taken care of." The big lion dragged his finger through a splotch of cum in the little lion's fur and slipped it into the kitten's muzzle for him to suckle clean, which he did without hesitation. "Well, I don't think I've seen you happier than this in a long time, and I know that these two are a thousand times better at taking care of you than you were at taking care of yourself."

"I'm glad David got in touch with me, since we hadn't heard anything from you after you'd cut us off when we decided to stop giving you money. But he's told me everything about what a hard time you were having, how confused you were - of course I don't blame you, son. I'm just glad to see that you're okay and that you have someone trustworthy looking after you. Oh, that reminds me. Let me give you the other thing you said you wanted..."

The lion turned around and slid his pants down to his mid-thigh before reaching around behind him and pulling the kitten's head against his rump, burying his muzzle between his cheeks and pressing his nose and lips right against his tailhole. The stunned sissypet gurgled and whimpered, then pressed himself as far forward as he could manage.

"I always knew you'd find a place where you fit in... where you felt comfortable and safe and could live up to your full potential... I just never knew that place was nestled against another fur's undertail."

The daddylion glanced at David and Keith, who were all grins on either side of him. "Hey, what was that noise he just made?" he asked, indicating the kitten that was nosing and kissing and slurping under his tail.

"I think," David said as he reached down and patted the kitten's sagging diaperseat. "I think that's the noise a sissy baby kitten makes when he messes and cums in his diapers at the same time."

The bigger lion laughed and shook his head, "He really is right where he belongs, isn't he? Well, you two are the ones who are going to have to clean up the messes he makes, now. I'm sure that you'll make great daddies."