Thanksgiving, Part 2
Hunter's strange Thanksgiving continues as he and Mommy have some alone time.
"It's what Mommy's here for, hunny bear." With a smile, Mommy returned him to Samantha's arms. Samantha nuzzled Hunter's cheek and returned to the corner, where she sat, placing him in her lap. She smiled down at the lion.
"You know," she said softly. "Until your mommy took your diaper off, I had almost forgotten that you were a boy. You look so much like your mommy." Hunter's cheeks burned as he looked up in horror at the twelve year old lioness. She was joking, right? She had to be.
"I'm a boy!" Hunter mumbled indignantly around the pacifier. Samantha chuckled.
"I know, baby. I saw your, what does mommy have you call it?" Hunter grumbled, still uncertain whether or not she was making fun of him. He remembered all too well what Mommy had called his penis earlier. "Weewee." He muttered, looking away. Samantha smiled.
"Are all boys' weewees that small?" He realized that she was genuinely curious, but that did not make it any more embarrassing.
"It's not that small!" He growled.
"It's okay, sweetie. You're still just a little baby five year old."
"I'm eight!"
"No fibs now, baby. My mom told me you're five." Hunter was about to protest, but Samantha flipped him onto his back and blew a loud raspberry into his belly. Hunter squealed and squirmed, to no avail. Try as he might, he simply could not escape from Samantha's repeated raspberries. He knew that it would not be long before his new diaper was soggy.
Eventually, Samantha lost interest in blowing raspberries and simply held Hunter in her lap as she sat in the corner, watching the cooking efforts while she fingered the waistband of Hunter's Pampers. He sucked on his pacifier and squirmed as Samantha moved on to playing with his tail. He wondered how long this would all continue.
"I think the baby's getting tired." Samantha said. Mommy looked up and lifted Hunter from Samantha's lap.
"Is baby fussy?" She asked, nibbling at Hunter's ear. Hunter grumbled, which only helped prove Mommy's suspicion that he was indeed 'fussy'. "Looks like someone's ready for his nap." Without another word, she carried Hunter out of the kitchen and upstairs to his bedroom.
Setting him down on the changing table, she openly checked his diaper.
"Stop it." Hunter whined. Mommy looked at him and sighed.
"You're a baby now. There are going to be a lot of diaper checks in your life." Hunter growled and pouted. Mommy simply shrugged and removed his diaper. "Oh, shoot. I was going to grab you a bottle for a nice snack. Mommy will be right back, huggy bear." To Hunter's surprise, she left him there on the changing table, all alone.
The diminutive lion looked down his chubby frame, his eyes settling on his former pride and joy, his penis. He reached down and felt it, fondling his balls just a bit with his paw. They were so small. Everything down there seemed small, much smaller than he recalled those bits being when he had originally been eight. He whimpered from this thought, dismissing it as impossible.
Hunter continued to explore his new genitals, feeling a familiar tingling as he did so. Could it be? Maybe he was not entirely eight. His cock stiffened in his paw and he began to stroke it with practiced motions. A purr escaped from his lips. It was entirely the purr of a little kitten, but he was too enveloped in the throes of passion to even care as he stroked his cock, the rush of Mommy possibly walking in at any moment adding to his arousal. He grunted softly as his paw moved up and down his small shaft. Far too quickly, he came with a meek mew, hardly a substitute for the growl that he usually gave as he came.
"Mommy's back!" The lioness had a bottle in her paw. Hunter, panic in his eyes, looked down at the pitiful pool of cum on his belly. He needed to get rid of it.
Mommy came right over and set the bottle down nearby. She noticed the pool, but did not comment.
"Time for baby to get his naptime diaper on!" She said, pulling out a Huggies nighttime diaper. Hunter blushed at her babyish tone. She took a wipe and cleaned Hunter's belly before slipping the diaper under his feminine rump. "Baby's going to have such sweet dreams since you won't have to worry about wetting the bed." "Mommy, I'm not a baby." Hunter mumbled.
"Didn't I make it clear, Hunter? You are a baby now. You will be a baby until Mommy says otherwise." She began to powder him, humming Rock-a-bye Baby as she did so. Hunter felt so helpless as he felt his bottom touch down on the soft diaper.
"But why?" He whined. Mommy paused.
"Well, you were the one wearing a diaper to bed."
"But"
"I know, I know." She said. "Trust me though. By Christmas, you'll think nothing of waddling around the house in your Pampers, mommy's little mister puffybum in every way."
"But Mommy!" Hunter whined. "You can't!" Mommy simply smiled and blew a raspberry into his belly. In spite of himself, Hunter squealed with laughter.
"There's my bubbly baby boy!" She said before taping the diaper around his waist. The thick nighttime Huggies pushed his legs apart and Hunter felt as though Winnie the Pooh was mocking him silently. He grumbled at the babyishness of the diaper. Scooping Hunter up, she helped him to the floor and kissed the top of his head. "Go on over to the mirror, Hunter." She coaxed. She chuckled as Hunter tried his hardest to walk normally, waddling across the nursery like a cub who had just learned how to walk, thanks to the thickness of his diaper. "Maybe I should have you wear these all the time." Hunter growled into the pacifier as he made it over to the mirror.
Mommy held up a photo next to him. Hunter immediately recognized his football team picture from just a month or two ago. He looked so different now, in every way. Mommy kneeled down next to him.
"Do you even recognize yourself?" She asked. "Look how muscular you were! Now you're just my roly poly kittenpoo." She tousled his headfur. "No mane either." Hunter's face burned as he realized just how little like his teenage self he looked, cub fat everywhere on his body to give him a rounder appearance.
"I'm still a lion." He said, more to reassure himself. Mommy shook her head.
"You were a lion. Now you're a kitten, a baby." She gently brought him close to her and touched her nose to his. "But mommy loves her baby so much." She began to lick his fur, giving him a tongue bath just like she used to. He just sighed as Mommy worked on his belly, licking his belly button, which was now an outie, he realized.
From the tongue bath, she smoothly transitioned into feeding him the bottle. Hunter sucked on the bottle, watching his reflection out of the corner of his eye, the thick diaper terribly obvious, making him look so very much like the baby that Mommy had made him into. Nursing felt strangely peaceful though and he found himself not minding the treatment, if only for a moment.
He felt groggy as Mommy carried him over to the crib and set him in before tucking him in all cozy and snug. He tried to stifle a yawn, but proved unsuccessful, squeaking a bit as he did so. Mommy smiled warmly and returned the pacifier to his muzzle.
"Enjoy your nap, baby. Mommy loves you. Sweet dreams." Hunter lay in his crib and hoped that he would wake up in his old form again.