The Changing Table Turns – Part 3
The Changing Table Turns - Part 3
By: MrChristopher
Warning: This story contains Diapers, mild violence, M/M, Non-Consensual themes and 15% more kink than the old version. This story may not be for everyone. So either Fap, or click the back button. P.S. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment or sticky mess on your keyboard, I would love the feedback.
When they were done, Benjamin applied a strange white ointment to his sore; abused pucker. It tingled and the lion was ashamed at how much he enjoyed the wolf's touch. As overwhelmed as Leander was, he was happy when Mr. Blackwood cleaned him up. He washed the urine from his body and admittedly the lion enjoyed it when he shampooed his fur. Even if it was baby shampoo, his fingers massaging it in were soothing.
As it was washed from his fur, the scent of the baby shampoo filled his nose. It was clean, soft and sweet. Earthy but with a hint of milk; it was what he thought a newborn smelled like. It made everything seem almost serene until he felt the soft touch of a terry cloth against his tailhole. The lion gasped in surprise as the cloth pushed slightly inward but not too deep.
"Gotta make sure your cute little bum is all cleaned up,"
Leander blushed and Benjamin's father moved onto his front, massaging him balls and cleaning the inside of his sheath. His hands felt quite large as they fondled his "not-so-privates" and they were still quite sensitive from before. It was just as the lion's tip started to poke out of his sheathe that he stopped and pulled the plug from the tub.
"You know, you're cute when you're not being such a naughty baby," the Timber wolf told him as he lifted the lion out of the tub; wrapping him in a large fluffy towel. He stroked the lion's head where his mane used to be and carried him back to the changing table. After he was dried off, Leander was laid on the table but he was surprised that Benjamin's father didn't strap him down. It would seem the timber wolf knew he didn't have much fight left in him.
Benjamin was playing with letter blocks on the floor, making towers and knocking them down. He giggled but when he saw Leander being changed he stood up and returned to his father's side. Once again he was playing with the older fur's tail.
"Daddy, I wet my pants," the wolf told his father casually which made the older fur smile.
"I'll change you after this, Baby," the wolf rubbed his son's headfur and returned his attention to the lion who only watched silently as Mr. Blackwood rubbed his tummy, "Let's get a diaper on you first, we don't want any puddles do we?"
Leander found himself shaking his head in agreement, not sure why he was doing it but having it happen anyways.
"You're being such a good boy," the older fur encouraged as he pulled a soft, baby pink diaper from the shelf beneath the table.
The lion pouted when he saw the diaper but could only manage to mumble, "But, I'm not a girl," which made Mr. Blackwood laugh jovially.
"No, you're a boy, my little sissy boy," he lifted his legs and slipped the diaper beneath the sulking fur.
"Yeah, a little sissy lion!" Benjamin giggled.
The lion didn't want to acknowledge it but he must have looked like quite the sissy. Denuded of his "big boy" hair, no signs that he ever had a mane; even his sheath looked smaller to him. He could only respond with a whine as the timber wolf started to apply rash cream along his sheath, balls and butt quickly followed by ample amounts of baby powder which the older fur took his time to rub in.
"All done," he told the lion; taping up the diaper snugly and lifting the lion from the changing table. He walked him over to where Benjamin had been playing and sat him on the floor, "Now you be a good boy and play while I change the other baby,"
Leander didn't respond he only grabbed a nearby stuffed animal. Coincidentally it was a lion, with a great big mane. He stared at it and felt his emotions start to bubble in his chest and a sob escaped his lips. He clutched the lion tightly; the thick padding between his legs only reinforced his situation. Was this his life now? Was it going to be this way for only a month or longer?
"Daddy, Baby Leo's crying," the wolf said with his legs in the air having his behind wiped clean.
The lion hadn't even noticed that he had begun sobbing. His emotions were a blur; blending into each other as his punishment went on. It wasn't long before he felt a pair of arms wrap him in a tight hug. It was Benjamin.
"It's okay Leo," the wolf pressed his pacifier to the lion's lips.
Leander opened his muzzle and accepted the small rubber cock into his mouth. They didn't strap it to his head, instead the lion absentmindedly suckled on it finding a strange comfort in it. Benjamin continued to hug him, rubbing his diapered front against the lion's leg until he stopped crying. Mr. Blackwood was filming the scene again; with a very noticeable bulge in his pants.
"Now Benjamin," his father told the younger fur, "why don't you bring Baby Leo downstairs while daddy changes into his home cloths.
"Okay daddy," the wolf helped Leander stand up, "We gotta hold paws or baby might fall."
The lion doubted he would actually fall. The thick padding spread his legs and made him toddle but the lion noticed that his new pink diaper didn't bunch at the crotch as much as the last one. In fact they were feeling a little loose but he went along with Benjamin holding the wolf's paw with his right paw and carrying the stuffed animal with the left.
If it weren't for the pacifier, Leander would have said something about the hall as they left the room for the first time. Benjamin's father must have had some serious money. The hall was reminiscent of old English architecture, its hallways were clean, the floors a lustrous cracked marble and the walls were a fine woodcraft. The word awe came to mind.He felt like he was in the home of a movie star.
Benjamin giggled at the lion's dumbfounded expression, "Betcha never guessed I was the one who lived at Blackwood Manner."
The lion shook his head. Blackwood was the mansion that the entire town was built around. It was highly sought after by many people with fat wallets, for its large private estate, gardens and pools and especially its mysterious history. The house had been owned by the family that built it since it came into being and nearly nobody got to see the inside.
"C'mon, let's go watch cartoons,"
They made their way down a staircase and into the main hall. That's when the lion saw the front doors. Suddenly his bravado returned and he shoved Benjamin away. The wolf hit the ground, hard, and began to wail like one would expect a cub to. Leander rushed to the door dropping the stuffed animal as he tried to turn the doorknob but found it wouldn't budge. He went to unlock the door and found only keyholes. The doors could only be opened with a key.
Leander struggled with the door trying to pry it open until he felt someone grab the scruff of his neck. Benjamin was still sobbing so it could only be his Father. He was yanked away from the door and was made to face the sobbing wolf. Mr. Blackwood pulled down the back of his diaper and the lion prepared for what was coming next.
A hard swat connected with his behind; causing him to spit out the pacifier as he cried out.
"What do you think you are doing?" Mr. Blackwood yelled at the lion as he continued to spank him, "You could have seriously hurt Benjamin,"
Leander had tears streaming down his face as he looked at the younger wolf that was now standing again and rubbing his chin. Mr. Blackwood swatted his behind once more.
"I thought you were going to be a good boy," he spanked again, harder, "but you're a naughty lion. Aren't you?
Leander didn't answer which received him three more spanks, each one stinging more than the last.
"Well?" The older fur sounded furious.
"Yes," Leander said between sobs.
"Yes what?" he growled smacking the lion's butt again.
"I'm a naughty boy," the words stung more coming out than the other three swats that followed.
Mr. Blackwood lifted the lion by the scruff and brought him closer to the tearful wolf.
"Now say you're sorry," he spanked the lion again to enforce his point.
"I'm sorry," the lion cried and tried to rub his butt. The older wolf moved his hands and gave him three more spanks making the lion bawl.
"Naughty boys don't get to rub their behinds," he pulled up the back of lion's diaper.
It was then Leander realized he had wet himself. This only made him cry harder. The wolf led the two younger furs into the living area and lifted the lion into a playpen.
"Don't even try getting out, or you'll regret it"
The lion shrank away from the older wolf and continued to cry. Mr. Blackwood then picked up his son, letting the boy wrap his legs around his waist and rest his head on his shoulder.
"Shhh, it's okay," he brought the snivelling wolf over to the couch, sat him down and began to rub his back. He let the wolf rest until he stopped crying. He wiped the tears from his son's cheek "Do you want some juice Baby?"
Benjamin nodded and his father lifted him up and carried him back out of the room through the main hall. The lion watched through the mesh of the playpen as they left. His bottom was burning painfully as he brought his legs to his chest and hugged them tightly. He sniffled as he looked around the room. The walls were the same as the rest of the house, with scenes of playful cherubs sculptures carved into the fine mahogany but the floors were covered with a cushy burgundy carpet. A finely crafted fire place bore the symbol of the Blackwood family crest above it and if it weren't for the large flat-screen television and other modern technology, the lion might have thought he had travelled back in time.
Leander reached out and felt the walls of his mesh prison. The floor's material was sagging under his weight but was heavily padded and covered in a slick waterproof material, in case of accidents. Pictures of playful puppies lined the floor and rim of the playpen and they all seemed to stare mockingly at the emasculated lion. There teasing grins and playful expressions only made it worse.
"There we go," Leander heard Benjamin's father say as the two furs returned to the living room.
The younger wolf wasn't in his father's arms anymore and he was carrying something in his hands. The lion looked away, slightly ashamed for hurting the wolf but more disappointed that he had failed to escape.
"Leo," he heard Benjamin say his name.
Leander looked up to see the wolf staring down at him. He placed his pacifier, stuffed lion and a baby's bottle in the playpen.
"You gotta stop bein' so naughty," he tells the lion, sounding more like advice from personal experience. He pet the lion before lifting a sippy cup to his mouth and drinking.
The lion looked down at the items placed beside him and then back up at the wolf. He didn't understand why Benjamin was being so nice to him now. Maybe it was because they were both in the "same boat" now. The wolf toddled off to sit beside his father on the couch and after watching the boy snuggle up with Mr. Blackwood, Leander picked up the stuffed lion and hugged it tight to his chest. There was a some comfort to be had from the small plushie. After a while, he even picked up the bottle and looked at it. It was clear with a blue cap and amber liquid inside. It worried him what the liquid might be.
He was getting thirsty but didn't want to drink from the juvenile container. He was actually a bit jealous that Benjamin got a sippy cup and he didn't but soon his resolve broke and he brought the bottle to his lips. He suckled curiously but was relieved when his taste buds were met with a sweet and sour flavour. It was apple juice.
"Oh no baby," he heard Mr. Blackwood, "Little babies like you lay on their backs when they drink from their baba.
Leander frowned but complied. He lay back slowly and felt the material of the playpen floor conform to his shape, cradling him. The lion brought the bottle back to his muzzle but heard another tsk come from the older fur.
"Babies kick their feet when they drink from their baba," so the lion lifted his legs in the air, one arm clinging to the stuffed lion. He looked up at the wolf for approval and received a nod, so the lion began to suckle greedily on the bottle, his legs kicking as he sucked.
Then there was a bright flash and the lion looked to see Mr. Blackwood with a camera in his hands.
"This will be perfect for our family album," he smiled at the wolf, "Now I expect you to be good or these may find their way to your FurBook page. You know, my little Benjamin's a whiz with computers.
The lion groaned but continued to suck down the apple juice. Mr. Blackwood rejoined his son on the couch and they continued to watch cartoons with Benjamin giggling and cheering for the good guys and occasionally shouting at villains. Leander sat alone once more, found his thought drawn only to his diaper and how good it felt.
"No," he thought to himself, "They don't feel good; I'm not a baby,"
The lion changed his focus to his slowly emptying bottle. It worked, keeping his mind off of his diapers but the rhythmic suckling had a tiring effect on the lion and he soon found himself struggling to keep his eyes open.