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"Gif..."

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"Hey, Gif!!"

"...huh..."

"DICKHEAD GET UPPPPPPP!!!"

I fly out of my bed and my orange tail bushes out in surprise. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!!" I scream back in fury. My roommate - a racoon with an unhealthy obsession for women - leaped into my room and I swear he was jumping up and down with excitement.

"Dude, there's two vixens getting nasty across the street with the blinds open, you gotta see this shit!!"

"Uh, 'dude' I'm gay..." I say as I roll my eyes

"Ugh, that's fucking right... Damn it you suck as a roommate. Go back to sleep and dream of dick, yeah?"

That son of a bitch... how dare that coon bastard wake me from my slumber! "Fuck you, Matt. Grow the fuck up," I reply in a low growl. My heart was pounding and I thought something major was going on. Damn it I need a smoke.

I step out to the back yard and light up my death stick. "Fuck my life," I sigh out in vein as a plume of smoke surrounds me with my exhale. The nicotine rushes to my brain and I begin to calm down. The night sky has always been comforting for me. All those billions upon billions of stars can make one feel so insignificant and small. I finish my cigarette and return to my room. The carpet felt good on my feet paws after standing on the cold concrete. I reached for my laptop on top my desk and I felt the air pressure change; it's that feeling when someone or something is moving quickly towards you.

My nostrils had filled with smoke and were dulled at the time so the intruders scent had not hit me till now. A large dark figure grabbed me in a choke hold. My heart raced as panic set in. I gasped as his grip tightened. It was too late to pry him loose. I knew what to do but in the moment it's so hard to think. I was choking and everything was going dark. So I hit the guy square in the nuts as hard as I could; cheap but effective. I gasped for air and he was bent over in pain. I staggered as I recovered; luckily, before he did. I ran over and kicked him in the head with all the force I could muster. He did not belong here and I was truly scared that this was very much a fight for my life. I dashed to the end of my bed where I keep my trusty baseball bat. As I turn towards my bed, I feel a sharp pain in my back. "Y-you shot me in the ba..." I say as I fall over.

The intruders head was gashed, bleeding and he was still stunned from that blow to the head. This is not how he had planned this. The fox had seemed so innocent, and had almost always avoided confrontation in the intruder's surveillance. He was so nice to people, the intruder had never thought he knew how to throw a fist. He had paid the price for under-estimating his opponent and now had a much harder task in front of him. The needle sticking out of the foxes back had enough tranquilizer to take down a hippo so he knew the fox would be out for a good while. His roommate was still passed out; he wouldn't be for long and the intruder needed to get this fox to his lab.

The fox had a bottle of good whisky on the dresser and the lion splashed a bit on the fox and lifted him up on his shoulder. The intruder staggered out of the apartment with the fox over his shoulder. Not that anyone had seen him -- but if anyone had -- they would assume he was carrying his drunken friend out to drive him home. The intruders head was dripping blood though as he made his way to the elevator. He knew it was a huge risk, but there was no way he could traverse the stairs this dizzy with a 180lbs fox over his shoulder. The intruder made it to the ground floor and carried the fox out of the front door without an incident. Lucky for the intruder, most activity around the foxes apartment had stopped by now.

After loading the fox into his car, the intruder couldn't help but admire the fox's young appearance. At twenty-two he appeared to be sixteen. His facial features were soft and he was a beautiful shade of orange. Just mature enough to be a tall, proud fox that was all on his own. He had noticed the bioluminescence when the fox was startled earlier; green flashes on various parts of his body. "Oh yes my fox, I have big plans for you." He uttered out as he smiled and kissed the fox's unconscious cheek.

After arriving at the intruder's home, the fox was beginning to stir. The dark figure moved with haste to get the fox down into the room. "P-please d-don't turn m-me into the f-furry centipede," I weakly plead out while the lion restrains my paws with medical restraints. I cry out and weakly try to move my limbs before they can be strapped down. My mind is racing and my heart is pounding so fast it's hard to breathe as I come to the realization of what is happening. "F-fuck you! If I never get another chance to say it: FUCK YOU!" I scream out as he tightens the last strap around my ankle. "My, my; that potty mouth will never do. I must say you were quite the hassle to get down here," the dark figure says as he removes his gear.

The room was very much like a doctors office. The bed was a hospital bed, everything was made to medical standards and the fox was worried. He knew he was about to be the subject of this twisted ass hat's idea of experiment.

"So sorry to inconvenience you, I hope kissing my ass isn't too much more trouble," I mockingly ask him with strong sarcasm.

After removing all his gear, a lion faced me. Tall with a brunette mane; he wore a thin pair of silver framed glasses. He looked to be in his mid forties and had a pipe hanging from his maw. The tobacco he smoked smelled sweet: like vanilla. He looked down on me with such disgust, and some blood dripped off his head and landed on the bed. I couldn't help but smirk as I look up and see his fur tinged red right where I hit him.

"Humph, behavior problems too it seems. You have a problem with authority."

"Fuck you! I have a problem with my freedom being taken against my will and YOU for enacting it!" I scream out right before he leaves the room. The feeling to my paws had finally returned and I had always prided myself on being dexterous with my paws. I shook in panic, I had never been in a situation like this and ever Hollywood movie ever was playing through my head. I had a knife in my pocket that would cut the binds; the trick was getting to it. I moved my pocket over to my paw the best I could and dug in with each breath causing my paw to shake furiously. The knife was mixed in with my phone and a lighter. I scramble to reach something and pull out the lighter. Not what I need... I drop it on the bed in my rush and my paws are shaking harder now as I hear footsteps of the lions return. I dive in one more time and pull out the knife. I saw away at the heavy duty nylon, but as the bind releases I feel a needle go into my leg.

"Do you feel that? That is the feeling of losing your adult self. You will be transformed back into a cub to re-learn the ways of this world. It seems to me that you don't deserve to be an adult. You are nothing more than a child!" The lion had measured out 10CC's of the solution. By his calculations, it should make the fox a cub the age of twelve. The fox had passed out a few seconds after the injection and now lie there. The lion attached a machine to measure his vitals and dimmed the light. The fox was in for quite a rude awakening. The lion measured the fox and marked all his findings. He included reports of the injection site and condition of the fox.

After getting all his data in order, the lion retreated to mend his head wound. The fox had got him good. He clenched his teeth and roared as the peroxide fizzed on his flesh. He rinsed and bandaged it with the skill of a medic and stared at himself in the mirror. The time and date popped up next to his reflection. Sunday, May 1st2065 9:30pm. The lion had at least six hours before he would begin to see results. He knew while the solution was working that the fox would remain unconscious. He set his alarm for 5 hours and retired to his bed. His ambitions were high and he was sure he had the perfect solution for age control.

The sun had just begun to rise as the lion gathered his notebook, laptop, pens and all the other necessary things to record his trial. He walked down the steps to his lab with a fresh cup of coffee in his paw and a tired look on his face. His bandage was now gone but his head was still a little sore. He stopped in his tracks and almost dropped his coffee at the sight of what lie in the bed. The fox was small, way too small. He appeared to be around the age of a five year old. Oh wow, he wet his clothes too - not that they would fit him now anyways. His restraints lie on the bed. The fox was far too small for them. The lion was stunned, even at best he had not anticipated the solution taking the fox this young. He had checked his calculations, and gave him a slightly smaller dose than his calculations dictated; just to be safe. The fox was sucking on his paw and was using his shirt as a large blanket. The lion couldn't help for just a moment to admire how cute the fox kit was. He ran to his desk and began recording all the information from the trial. He measured the fox and checked all his vitals. The fox was healthy and fit, just a bit younger than expected. All his measurements pegged the fox to be right at five years of age. This was not as he had planned. The lion set to work adjusting his formula.

It felt like only minutes had passed but the fox began to stir a surprising three hours later. He grabbed his head and groaned. "Oh my fucking god, my head is killing me... how much did I freaking drink last night," the lion had heard him say. "W-what the..." I trailed off. My paws seemed so much smaller than before. Surely I must be tripping out on something right? My head spins to process the information. My crotch is soaked and I reek of urine. I sit there stunned and horrified as I look at my clothes. They were enormous and my body was so tiny in comparison. "Oh my god - what in the..." I whimper as I hear my voice. It sounds like a cub asking his mom for something. "Fuck me; I can't stand the sound of my own voice!! You bitch! I know you're out there! What did you fucking do to me!? What kind of twisted ass fuck does this??" I scream in disbelief.

The lion was happy to see that brain retention had stayed the same, even with this drastic of a change. He just had to dilute the potency of the solution down to milligrams instead of CC's. He walked over to the fox and shook his head, "is that language really necessary?" I growl a meek little cubby growl and flip him off. "You did this to me! Change me back or I'll break your fucking skull in!" I scream out.

It's hard to sound intimidating when you squeak out every word: my cheeks burn red with embarrassment. "Aww you are a cute little firecracker, aren't you? Does cubby have trouble holding his bladder?" The lion teases. I hadn't even noticed that I was currently wetting all over my already stinking, wet clothes. I whimper with anguish and fall over crying. I punch the bed and scream as loud as I can, effectively throwing a tantrum in the eyes of the lion; but in my eyes it's all I can do. My thoughts are clouded and my judgment gone. I relinquish to a more basic desire and lie there crying and whimpering. I can't think. Too much has changed and my brain struggles to process. My paws are so small, my tattoo is gone and why did this happen to me. Why-oh-fucking-why didn't I grab my gun instead of my bat?

I go silent and think about what to make of this situation. I don't bother to ask my captor anything, I can figure out what he's got planned for me without giving him the dignity of asking. The lion sits in the corner watching the fox and taking notes. He makes sure to write down how the tantrum might be part of the extreme age change. I stand up on the bed and look at my form. My legs and body are so small. I feel like a whopping three feet at most. My arms look so stubby. Ugh, fuck I hate how fuzzy this fur is: it won't stay down. My nose is so tiny! I hate this lion. So help me god if it's the last thing I ever do... my thought trails off as the lion gets up.

I growl and take a defensive stance at his approach. "I might be little but I'll still fuck you up!" the lion reaches over to grab me. I lunge for my pocket knife. It's still open on the floor below me. I hit my head as I fall off the table and it stuns me for a moment. Gripping the knife tight, I stab the lion in the foot, twisting the blade to make sure it can buy me at least a minute to escape. He falls in agony, screaming in pain. I grab my wallet and keys from my pants and run up the stairs to the main house. "I swear this wallet is the size of a book," I growl as I look for the door. I can't fucking reach the doorknob! I push a chair next to the door and unlock it, then kick the chair over and beeline out the front. A screwdriver is on the lawn next to his lawnmower. I take it and stab out two of the lion's tires in an attempt to reduce his transportation methods; then retreat down the street. It was late at night so no one was really around. I was able to navigate through alleys and back streets effectively. It was a long cold walk home and I reeked of urine still. Man, I wish I had a smoke.

My apartment is within sight and I can see my way in is clear. I run over to my door and jump up, sliding the key in, then jump again to turn it, having to jump one last time to open the door and grab the keys. It was humiliating having to enter my place like this. No doubt the lion knew where I lived and would be here before long. I grabbed my bug out bag. It contained food, money and a disassembled handgun. Holy crap 16.5lbs never felt so fucking heavy... oh my god how am I going to move this. I forgot my fucking phone!! I had an emergency contact list and a burner phone in my car. But I need to get this to my car before I can get that list. I trudge and drag the bag the best I can, I inch closer and closer to the door. Dripping with sweat and out of breath I finally make it from my closet to the door. I check the window as it's taken a good hour to get home and another 15 to move the bag. Nothing outside, but I grab my handgun and open the door to check. All clear, it's time to move. I use all the rest of my strength to move my bag to my car; because it's a smaller car I manage to open it up. I push and pull the bag into the back seat and climb into the front, gasping and panting. I felt like I had just ran a marathon. After catching my breath, I adjust the seat and the pedals so that even a five year old could drive it. I must admit, it was challenging to turn the wheel though. I backed out without incident and began to drive to my friends.

I arrived at my friends, he was outside smoking. The husky stood up and flipped me off: a custom we had been doing since we meet. I got out of my car and his jaw dropped so far, the cigarette fell from his black and white maw. "What in the fucking fuck happened to you??" he gasps as he comes over to examine me. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, Glen. Apparently, my body is that of a five year old and to top it off, I don't completely have control of my bladder. My emotions are super over whelming and I feel like crying and punching something; please for the love of freaking god tell me you have some weed."

"I do - please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I should smoke you out with how young your body is though..." he says as he folds his ears back and hangs his normally curled tail down.

"What the fuck? Seriously? My brain is the same it seems still; I don't think it will inhibit any developmental things. Please, man I really wanna get high after all that..."

"Dude, you're like fucking five. I just feel wrong about that." He sighs

"Fuck that shit! We've known each other for years!" I plead

"I'm sorry man, for your own good... no." he says as he passes me a cigarette.

"This is the last cigarette you'll get from me for a long time, enjoy it." He says as he walks into his house.

"Gah fuck. I think I still have a pack and an eighth in my car." I say as I pad over to my car. I hop in and smoke. The head change was nice for the distraction but in all the bliss, I ended up pissing all over my seat. I needed to do something about this bladder control thing. I couldn't just keep wetting all over the place. I wasn't all too fond of my options. Well I had only one real option with the age I was perceived to be... diapers. I wasn't totally against it, but I wasn't really for it. I decided I would wait to see if I would have another accident before I decided, but I was dedicated to making sure I wouldn't. I headed back into my friends house. "Dude, can I take a shower? I freaking stink," I say as I walk back in and wipe my paws on the mat.

"Yeah, sure. D-do you umm... need help. You're a lot smaller now and baths are usually the option for someone your size." Glen offers with a blush.

"Psh, I got this. Oh, I know that you probably don't... but do you have any clothes that would fit me, I don't mind being naked, but 'ya know."

"I do actually, my cousin sometimes stays over and I have some of his clothes that will fit you... but you might not like it. Obviously they're made for cubs, so you will look completely like a young cub."

"Ugh whatever, I'm not picky. J-just leave it on the sink for me please," I say meekly.

"Okay, holler if you need a hand," he trails off as we both head into different rooms. The shower was daunting in how big it was as a cub. The top of the tub was maw level. I gritted my teeth and growled at the thought of having to be bathed. "You never know unless you try though," I sighed out as I recited the old mantra. I turned on the shower and it doused me thoroughly. I thought it would wash me away down the drain, so I screamed in fear. Glen rushed in and found me quivering in the corner. I was so scared and picked up my head back to see him there. I held out my paws and whimpered loudly wanting daddy to make everything safe. He instinctively picked me up and gently rubbed my back, assuring me that everything was fine. When I realized what was happening I got worried. "G-glen, t-that's not good. My emotions are getting stronger, and I feel like my brain might not have been unaffected. My instincts aren't right for an adult and certain tolerances I used to have are just not there.

My high was pretty much gone after that and Glen had drawn me a bath. Then left, leaving the door open in case I had another incident. I couldn't argue after that. I cleaned myself off and drained the water. I couldn't help but splash at the whirlpool that formed as the water went down the drain, making childish noises and giggling happily as my dripping wet tail wagged back and forth.

I cleared my throat and stopped what I was doing. My fur dripped quietly in the tub and you could've heard a pin drop when I noticed Glen smiling in the door. "Gif, you make quite the adorable cub," he teases with a wink. "Ehh, go fuck yourself," I say winking back with my face tinged red. He rolls his eyes and throws a towel over me. It completely covers my entire body and he picks me up and ruffles all of my fur. I scream and giggle as I wriggle about in his grasp. He pulls the towel off of me and my fur floofs out. "Humph, you have to brush it since you just had to dry me like that..." I say as I roll my eyes. He giggles and begins brushing out my fur to get it nice and straight. I pout and giggle as he tickles my feet paws. "S-stopp it, I'm not a cub damnit!" I giggle out then sigh.

"I need to do something about this Glen. I can't stay a cub, I have a life. I have to get my age back. No one will believe my I.D. and I can't start life over when it had only just begun!"

"Well there's not much we can do about that today, besides you look so exhausted. You should get some sleep. Oh and Gif... I won't make you, but I left a diaper on your bed. If you feel you need it, be an adult about it okay. I don't have a plastic sheet on that mattress and it wouldn't be nice for you to ruin the mattress. I noticed you smelled of your own urine quite bad, I assume from the trauma that you just went through. Please, please, please, don't ruin my mattress!"

I nod and he carries me into his cousin's room - much to my protest and as promised, a diaper lie on the bed along with some footed pj's and day clothes for tomorrow. "If you think you need the diaper, I can help put it on you. If not I'll leave it to you to decide," he says as he looks into my tired eyes. "I-I n-need help, Glen," I reply meekly. Glen lies me down on the bed and unfolds the diaper. My eyes begin so shut, I'm a lot more tired than I had thought. I feel him lift my legs up pulling me up to my back and when he sets me back down, I can feel the soft padding against my fur. He snugly pulls it between my legs. My childhood instincts are moving out of my control and my thumb finds its way to my maw. The husky coos softly as he snugly tapes the thick diaper shut around me. The feeling of having a diaper on for the first time in about twenty years was amazing. The feeling of being safe and secure, not having to worry constantly about having an accident and how amazingly soft and comforting they were. I was nearly asleep before he got the footed sleeper on me. I had seen it on the bed and was going to tell him not to put that on me. I'm glad I didn't, between the diaper and sleeper I was contently asleep before he tucked me in. He rubbed my tummy and kissed my forehead, then turned off the light. The night light in the corner kicked on before he left the room.

Ugh, I hated the sun. It was well past noon when I awoke. I had completely soaked the diaper and the sun made me feel so awful. I don't know how to explain it, but foxes are nocturnal creatures and mid day to us is equivalent to midnight to a day-timer. It's just a general feeling of unease, and the soaked diaper was not helping. I pulled at the zipper to my sleeper and sighed at my state of being. I found myself dependent on someone else for the first time in about a decade. I whimper and cry for a minute, the soaked diaper was really uncomfortable and itchy. I apparently was whimpering pretty loud though because he came rushing in. His tail bounced and his one blue and one brown eye looked down at me with genuine concern. "You okay buddy? I heard you crying..." he trails off as he comes over and sees the soaked diaper. His black and white patched fur always made me smile. He just picks me up, giving me a big hug as he coos softly.

I cling to his t-shirt and he sits down on the bed holding me tightly. He rubs my back gently and nuzzles my cheek occasionally. "I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, Gif. We need to start work on a plan though don't 'ya think." I sniffle and wipe my tears. I breathe in deep and exhale to regain my composure. "The clothes you have to pick from are the best I could find. Are you going to need help getting dressed? Do you want to wear another diaper?" I sniffled and blushed at all the questions he was asking; also my wardrobe choice was rather pitiful and degrading. "Fuuuuuucccckk! I hate Spongebob!!!!!" my choices were a blue Spongebob shirt with that fuck face starfish doing some shit and the snail pet thing saying, "meow," for some reason.

"Y-your cousin doesn't like polo's?? Ugh, can we go to the store. I gotta get some stuff to make a couple smoke bombs anyhow; I have some plans in the works for that fuck face lion. I'll wear those cargo pants and go shirtless till I can pick up a shirt. As for a diaper; I don't really want to wear one when I go to pay for smoke bomb materials. I have a feeling the store clerk might not sell me phosphorus if he doesn't even think I can go to school."

"Yeah, we can go to the store. I'll go in and get you shirt, but I really think you should wear protection - and I don't mean a condom - so you don't fuck up my seats. No one will notice a cub in a diaper. It's like seeing a cloud in the sky." He says as he goes over to the closet and pulls another diaper out.

I whine a little, but I know he's right. I need to control my wetting problem somehow, and that soaked diaper from last night was a testament that I was not in control. I meekly nod my head and hold out my paw to take the diaper. "I-I can do it myself, it can't be that hard after all..." I say with weak confidence. "It's actually trickier than you would think. Can I show you first, then you can put them on yourself from now on?" he asks with a headtilt. I didn't want to be rude but I totally didn't want him to. I just nodded my head with frustration and embarrassment. Glen knew that Gif was not a happy fox right now, but he also knew that his friend was already beginning to show cub tendencies. Though he still had much of his intellect, his personality was becoming very cub like. How cute, his lip even stuck out a little while he was pouting. "Hey, just wanted to tell you... go fuck yourself!" the fox uttered out as he stuck out his tongue. This was a common exchange between the two and the husky knew it was important to t he fox that he played back. "Go fuck yourself!" the husky responds as he finishes taping up the fox's diaper. "You know I utterly hate you for this humiliation right." I say as I hit him with the pillow. "Psh, that's what your mom said last night, bitch," the husky responded without missing a beat. I flipped him off and giggled. "Dude, it's gotta' be cigarette-thirty. With all my emotions fluctuating out of control like this, you would think I'm a female." I say as I roll my eyes. "Fine, fine, on the way to the store, but keep it down because I'm pretty sure the population would frown upon a fox that looks like he's five and smokes while he's still in diapers." He says as he hands me a smoke. "Yeah well a perceived five year old is about to get some serious revenge on some douche-lion."

The window crashes as it breaks. The door smashes open and I immediately go into combat mode. I dash over to the window and motion for the husky to follow. He opens it up as the breech team enters the house, yelling back from one to another. Cars are all over outside the house, but they aren't government cars. The lion stands outside, roaring orders into a radio. Glen and I make our escape out the back. I must say, being a cub sucks. The diaper inhibits my full range of movement, my cub arms and legs are slow and Glen ends up having to carry me. I can't climb or do anything. Glen is the only thing standing between me and a lab.

"Stay quiet and move fast, we have to make it to my car," I say in despair. The husky holds me under his arm like a cub and I kick my feet for him to put me down for a minute. "God being carried sucks. At least carry me backwards so I can watch your six." We continue to my car and Glen practically throws me in and hops in the driver seat. "Fuck I don't have my keys!!" I say as I check my pockets. "I do, I didn't want you driving anymore, you're too small... sorry."

"Oh thank fuck you did. GO, GO, GO!!"

"Just what in the fuck did you get me into?" Glen asks as he stomps on the gas pedal and I fall over in the back seat.

"If they're here we have to get my apartment, QUICKLY! I have my carbines there. I need my other bag too, it's too heavy for me to get, I need you to help me out." I say as dig into my bag. I pull out the pieces of my disassembled handgun and begin to put them together. "Handguns are easy," I say as I begin my work. "You just push the slide over the grip, push the slide back enough to insert the take-down pin, insert take-down pin, insert magazine, pull the slide... pull the slide... grrr I'm not strong enough to pull the slide back all the way!" I keep trying and finally get it back enough to hear the catch strip a cartridge from the magazine and I let it go with a distinctive *click*. I hand it over to Glen. "I can't handle a Glock .40 in this state. Grab all the guns in my safe, there's a bag in the safe that will fit them all. I have a radio for you here if shit goes down. I also have a .22 in here that I keep assembled and ready since it's a relatively quiet round. I can cover your in-fill and ex-fill, but you need to get those guns."

"10-4, get the guns." He says as he puts on the radio. We stop the car right in front of my door. He rushes over to the door and I take my place behind a building, hoping the car will make for a distraction and an ambush point to any potential hostiles. As I sit there staring down the sights of my .22 pistol, a weird sensation was happening around my crotch, the diaper started to swell and get warm. I gritted my teeth as I soaked my diaper. I couldn't stand that my mind would not acknowledge the fact that my bladder was full. It just released whenever it so desired. There was no activity, but the fur on the back of my neck was standing up. I flipped my ears back... nothing. I whisper into my mic, "Alpha, this is bravo, send status report. How copy?" a few seconds later a click then, "Alpha to bravo, all clear. Collecting the package now, how copy?"

"Solid copy alpha: ex-fill in three mikes." I whisper back to him.

"Roger that. Alpha copies all."

I stay low to the ground and move to the car. I open the door for him as he throws a big bag of guns in the back and my second bag of all my documents and proof of who I am and my actual age. We drive off and make for the highway. However, call me paranoid; but I made him take the on ramp in the next city over.

"So... what now?" Glen asks as we drive down the highway.

"Well... now I need a new diaper. I need a plan to find out how to gain my life back. I need a fucking cigarette and I need to find a way to stop pissing my pants uncontrollably." I growl out as I punch the back of my seat. I grab the pack of smokes from my center console and plop down in the passenger seat with a squish. It makes me cringe, but the sensation wasn't entirely bad. I light the cigarette and roll down the window a little bit to let the smoke escape. "You really should stop smoking while you're that small." Glen says with concern in his voice. "I'm twenty-two fucking years old. I'm smoking this cigarette, Glen." I say sternly with a look of deep thought on my face; the husky nods and lights up his death stick.

After some silent time I blurt out, "we need to stop at a hotel, his lab isn't far from my apartment, and I have to find out if he can reverse this." I need to prepare a few incendiary devices and make some modifications to my weapons. When you're this small, the recoil of a 9mm is like shooting a .50 desert eagle.

It took a bit of time to find a suitable hotel. By the time we had, my diaper had leaked all over my seat while I was napping. I woke up and whimpered with my thighs and rump all soaked. The top of my t-shirt was soaked too and I stunk like urine so bad. "Sorry Gif... I didn't want to leave you like that, but I had to keep driving. We can get you all cleaned up here in just a minute, okay?" he says as he carries me in from the car to the room. He undresses me and takes the leaky diaper off me. He turns on the shower and sets me inside. I murr deeply at the warm water cleaning my stagnate fur. The husky leaves me to wash myself.

Funny how one day the shower scares me so bad I cry, and the next I'm running an operation. This cub form was not suiting me. I was too dependent and required someone else to care for me: To watch me, feed me, help me get dressed. All of that degradation with all my knowledge; it was causing mixed feelings. The husky came in and asked if I was okay, breaking my chain of thought. "Yeah, I'm ready to get out now." I say frustrated and embarrassed. He turns the water off and picks me up out of the tub, water dripping from my fur as he sets me down and dries me off. As much as I hated to admit it, I was growing to like the attention. Getting a diaper change from someone made me feel so vulnerable and so close to the person changing me. I couldn't help but want to call him, "daddy," on more than a few occasions. My brain was seeing things differently, but still much the same.

After Glen got me in a fresh diaper and clean clothes - fucking Spongebob - I got back to converting my AR-15 from 5.56/.223 to a smaller recoil .22LR. A converted magazine could hold 75 compared to its same size counterpart with a bigger caliber at a capacity of thirty. My tail wagged back and forth with a faint crinkle as I worked. I had it converted in five minutes and moved to my Glock: It too needed to be converted to .22LR for me to use it effectively. Glen was busy at work getting Google images of his home and surroundings, finding entry points and discreet escape routes. The husky clicked away at the keyboard as he looked through all the articles about the lions work.

"His name is Chad D. Glasglow: It looks like he is a master of modifying age. He himself appears around the age of 45, but is well over a century old. He can manipulate cells in a way that makes them regress. Word on his blog is that he's been working on a new solution to change the elderly back into thirty-something's. Unconfirmed reports state that his new solution will at minimum reduce your age by twenty years. Also, unconfirmed reports of an illegal test and escaped subject. But they've all been dismissed as fiction for the most part. Looks like he's giving a press conference in Chicago in three days, which would be our best bet. Hit him after the conference for interrogation. Also, it seems that after the treatment there is no further regression; so where you're at right now is where you will stay. Unfortunately, there is nothing that advances age. No one has tried and it seems that no one ever will. This treatment was not meant for a 22 year old."

"Glen, I need you to photocopy my documents. I need to be able to prove who I am." I say in anguish." If I can't have my body back to match my age, I need to be able to prove that I can still take care of myself!" I nearly sob out.

I was really worried and my crotch was getting warm again. Curse this infernal body that can't control its bladder! "I believe we can blackmail him to create a reversing agent," I say as I begin to convert my pistol. My voice a little shaky, "If word gets out of an illegal test trial on an unwilling participant, he will be ruined and his stockholders will consume his company," I continue as I pull the barrel from the slide. "And with as much money as he has, he wouldn't want that. If all else fails; few things are more persuading than a M4 carbine in your face." I say as I pull the slide back all the way and cock the gun with ease. *click*

To be continued....