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Koda inspected himself in the mirror. When he lifted his shirt, he could see the waistband of his Pull-ups. They did not look the same as his underwear, no matter what mom said. Yet, they really did not show themselves once his shirt was pulled down. Maybe his butt looked a little bigger in his shorts, but that was probably only because he was looking for it.

Turning to leave his bedroom, Koda saw a welcome sight. Hunter, still wearing bright yellow footies, was being led down the hall to get into the car. Judging by his waddle and the sheer size of his diaper bulge, Hunter was still in his overnight diaper. Hunter whined into his pacifier as he saw Koda's grin.

"You can talk to big brother once you're in the car." Their mom said. "We're leaving in ten minutes, Koda."

"Okay mom!" Koda loved that his older brother was trapped in a second infancy. It had been forever it seemed since he had worn underwear of any sort or stayed up past eight or had any of a number of big boy privileges that Koda enjoyed daily. Hunter's mane was fuller than Koda's, but that seemed to be the only area where he had more maturity. Koda doubted that Hunter could even use the toilet if he were allowed to by now.

"Can't I get dressed like Koda?" Hunter asked, shifting bashfully back and forth from foot to foot as he stood in the driveway as his mom got his car seat ready for him.

"You'll be much cozier like this, Hunter." She said. "We're nearly running late and I don't have time to get you dressed." She patted his puffy bottom and had the teen climb into his car seat, his thick overnight diaper just barely fitting. He sucked on his pacifier as she buckled him in, still rather upset about being put in a car seat in the first place.

He could not help but notice the stark difference between him and Koda as the younger lion got into the car. Koda wore a t-shirt and shorts and had an utter lack of a diaper bulge. He could buckle himself and had no car seat or even a booster seat. He smiled at Hunter as if they were best friends.

"You look so cozy!" Hunter wondered if he had heard mom refer to Hunter's outfit as cozy or if he had coincidentally arrived at the same word.

"Koda." Their mom said. "You're going to be in charge of Hunter's things. If he gets fussy, feed him a bottle. I've packed some books and things like that to help keep him entertained. Maybe he can listen to some music too." Hunter's ears flattened and he grumbled. None of those things sounded particularly fun to him.

He watched as his dad got into the car. Hunter was eager to just leave since the sooner that they left, the sooner he would be able to get out of this car seat. His dad looked back at him and Koda, smiling.

"All set, boys?"

"Yeah." Koda and Hunter answered in unison, although one of them was a great deal more enthusiastic than the other.

"Sara, did you change the baby or is he still in the same diaper?"

"He's in the same one, but we should be able to go a few hours before he needs a change. Pampers Overnight claim to have 12 hours of absorbency and he was messy when I changed him last night." Hunter hated when his parents talked about him as if he were not there, discussing his diapers as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world for a teenager to be babied to the degree he was. He almost wanted to mess his diaper just to punish them. "Koda, if the baby smells stinky, let us know."

"I'll tell you myself!" Hunter protested. His mom looked him right in the eye.

"Hunter, just yesterday, you fibbed and told me you weren't soggy because you wanted to keep playing video games. If it weren't for me checking your Huggies, you would've leaked everywhere!"

"I wouldn't lie about being messy." Hunter mumbled. He could feel himself dribbling into his diaper. He had little to no control anymore and had become completely dependent on his diapers, not that he would ever in a million years admit it.

"I'll keep an eye on him, mom." Koda promised. When he saw Hunter's expression, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "I know you'll tell me if your diaper gets too uncomfortable."

"Hunter." Their mom said. "If there's anything you want from your travel bag, just ask Koda." Hunter nodded non-committedly, but his mom deemed that unsatisfactory. "Koda, why don't you get Hunter one of his picture books?" Much to Hunter's chagrin, Koda immediately fished out Pet the Bunny and he had to work his way through the book twice, obeying each page's infantile instructions. Koda insisted on helping and Hunter just so happened to look up just as his mom took a photo of them "reading" together.

Hunter quickly grew bored of reading time, so he turned to look out the window. His eyes drooped and he figured that he might as well take a nap, Koda growing more absorbed in his video game by the minute. The next thing that Hunter knew, he woke up with the nipple of a bottle in his mouth. He looked at the bottle itself and realized it was about half gone, a disconcerting realization every time that it happened.

"Look who's awake." Koda said, holding the bottle in place. Hunter grumbled around the nipple, already planning his revenge. For now, though, he reminded silent, nursing on the bottle, the cloying taste of its contents thick on his tongue.

Once the bottle was gone, Hunter could begin his retaliation. Looking out the window, he saw a Volkswagen Beetle. Grinning deviously, he punched Koda in the arm.

"Slug bug red, no slug bug back!" He exclaimed. Koda growled and punched him back, pointing to a yellow Beetle.

"Mommy!" Hunter yelled. "Koda hit me!" If they insisted on treating him as Koda's little brother, he would behave like the quintessential little brother. The lioness looked back at them.

"Hunter, we both know you started it." She said. She then looked to Koda. "As for you, be gentle with the baby." She turned back to face the front, but something else came to mind. "Oh, that reminds me. Could you check his diaper?" Koda snickered, eagerly reaching over and unsnapping Hunter's crotch, exposing his puffy overnight Pampers with Winnie the Pooh on them in a nightshirt. They were even thicker than usual due to how extensively Hunter had wet them. Despite that, they still were not leaking.

"He should be good." Koda replied, slipping his finger into the diaper. "He's wet, but not too bad."

"Who's a soggy baby?"

"I'm a soggy baby." Hunter replied bashfully.

"Koda, give him his pacifier." Koda did so, grinning as his older brother sucked it into his mouth the moment he brushed his lips with the bulb.

"Should I button his footies back up?"

"I think we should keep an eye on his diaper, just to be safe." Hunter moaned in annoyance. He hated having his diaper exposed. Of course, for most of the summer, he had spent his days in nothing but a diaper, only getting clothes on at bedtime, but he sought to limit his diapers' exposure whenever and wherever he could.

He had made the mistake of calling his diaper 'underwear' and his mom had made him repeat over and over "Mommy wears underwear, daddy wears underwear, Koda wears underwear, baby doesn't wear underwear. Baby wears diapers!" To his whole family, diapers were not underwear, they were a way of life. Privately, he saw a few benefits of wearing diapers, but the far too frequent embarrassment of being the baby of the family certainly made him wish he could go back to being the big brother. He should be driving the car, not sitting in the back, strapped into a car seat in what had to be the thickest diaper money could buy.

"Are we there yet?" Koda asked. "Hunter wants to know."

"Still quite a way to go yet, baby." Dad said, not taking his eyes off the road.

"We could play a game or sing a song. Does that sound like fun?" The lioness smiled at Hunter, who shrugged.

"I guess." His mom smiled and began to sing.

"The wheels on the car go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the car go round and round, all through the town!" She gestured for Hunter and Koda to join her. "The baby in the car goes" She pointed to Hunter. He sighed.

"That's you, Hunter!" Koda thought it was so funny to pretend to be helpful. When he thought his mom was not looking, he punched Koda in the arm.

"C'mon, Hunter. The baby in the car goes" His mom said, trying again.

"Goo, goo, goo." Hunter said sullenly to the tune of the song.

"There we go!" His mom said before she started singing again. "What's the next verse?" She asked.

"The ducky!" Koda exclaimed before Hunter could suggest something. Hunter's ears flattened. He knew what was coming.

"Alrighty. Who do we know who makes a really good ducky sound?" Koda pointed at Hunter so enthusiastically that Hunter could almost feel the heat of the gesture. Koda and his mom jumped into the duck verse with his dad joining in as well.

"Quack, quack, quack." Hunter sang, adding in arm motions for good measure, which only served to encourage his family more. In short order, Hunter had to provide the sounds for a cow, a sheep, and a kitty cat. Just when it seemed like the song would never end, they finally brought it to a close.

"Do you need to go potty, Koda?" Their mom asked. Koda considered it, taking a sip out of his sports drink.

"I could go." He replied.

"We'll stop at the next rest area. I'm sure someone needs his diaper changed."

"Who could that be?" Koda asked with a giggle. Hunter simply sucked on his pacifier and refused to indulge their latest game. Sensing that Hunter would not answer this time, the family gave up, at least for the time being.

They arrived at the rest area a short while later, Koda leaping out of the car. His mom grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Stay in your Pull-up." She said. Koda sighed, but nodded. He knew that he would get to put on underwear once they arrived at their final destination, unlike his brother. He dashed toward the main building to use the bathroom.

Hunter sat in the car. Despite appearances, the release for the car seat was actually behind him where he could not reach it, so he had no choice but to wait. His mom reached in, but rebuttoned his footies before unbuckling him and helping the teenager out of the car. Hunter's waddle was terribly pronounced now, his bladder still adding to the diaper with a near-constant dribble. Hunter gnawed on the bulb of the pacifier as his mom took his paw.

"It's dangerous in the parking lot." Hunter just rolled his eyes, but something was wrong. They were not going toward the building, they were heading toward a picnic table! His mom smiled and patted the picnic table. "Climb on up, unless you want Mommy to help you!" Hunter knew that arguing would only make things worse, so he did so. At least they were the only ones at the rest area.

With her son lying on the picnic table, she unzipped his footies and removed them, moving Hunter around however she needed to. He knew from experience that diaper change time, just like bath time, was not the time to try to be a big boy. He was expected to just lie there and let what happened happen. His mom's friends who had little cubs had always commented on how much better behaved he was than other toddlers, apparently loving how he whimpered and blushed. In no time at all, he had on nothing except for an incredibly thick, astonishingly thick Winnie-the-Pooh diaper.

"What's the song?" Mommy asked, practically in sing-song herself.

"It's time to change my diapie, cuz it's wet. Oh, it's time to change my diapie cuz it's wet!" He sang around the pacifier to the tune of 'She'll Be Coming 'round the Mountain'. At least she did not make him dance for once. "Oh, it's time to change my diapie, it's time to change my diapie, yes it's time to change my diapie, cuz it's wet." He felt the cold air hit his damp fur as his mom opened up his diaper and got to work cleaning him up. His penis stiffened from the attention, but his mom simply smiled and moved it out of the way as needed. Almost as if they could sense it, the moment his mom lifted Hunter's butt high into the air, a few cars pulled up. She smiled and did not move any faster.

"You're used to strangers seeing your tushie." She said as Hunter whimpered. He knew she was right. His parents, and even Koda, changed him wherever and whenever he needed it. Regardless, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief once his mom taped a fresh diaper around his waist. He was even happier when he realized it was a daytime diaper. "Are you excited to see Big Bird and Elmo?" Hunter did not answer, but he definitely preferred to see Sesame Street over Barney.

"Where are my clothes?" Hunter asked curiously. He could tell that a few of the other travelers had noticed the oversized cub in just a diaper on the picnic table.

"I don't want to unpack everything just to find you an outfit, Hunter." His mom said. "You'll be fine in just your diaper." Hunter sighed, but at least the car was not too far away. "How about you walk around for a little bit, get some fresh air and stretch your legs?"

"No, I'm fine." Hunter said, but Koda came running over.

"Tag! You're it!" Koda dashed away and Hunter grumbled. Once again, Koda was consciously or unconsciously working with his mom to embarrass him! He took off after Koda, diaper crinkling loudly. One of the other cars had a few little cubs in it and they delighted in seeing the giant baby waddling around after a wildly laughing teenage lion. Hunter managed to catch Koda a few times, but it proved infinitely easier for Koda to catch the waddling Hunter.

"Boys! Come have lunch!" While they had been playing, their parents had set up a picnic on the same table that Hunter had been changed on. They went over and Hunter grumbled as his dad pulled him close to check his diaper.

"Baby's dry!" He announced loudly. "Sara, where'd you put his bib?"

"I don't need a bIB: " Hunter protested.

"There's a water spigot over there, Hunter." His dad teased, pointing to the side of the main building. "We can always give you a bath after lunch if you don't want a bib." Hunter meekly shook his head and allowed his dad to pull a vinyl plastic bib over his head. "Babies in Huggies wear bibs." His dad said, kissing his son's nose. Hunter, eager to avoid further embarrassment, dug in to his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He could not help but feel a little pleased that he got a sippy cup instead of a bottle, but he knew that his lunch was far more childish than Koda's.

Once he had finished his lunch, Hunter had to undergo a thorough face wiping from his mom and then his dad led him over to the water spigot to wash his hands. He noticed that Koda did not join them.

"Koda's paws aren't sticky from peanut butter and jelly." His dad explained. "Koda had roast beef."

"I wish I had had roast beef."

"You could have offered to trade half your sandwich with Koda. His wasn't cut in fourths like yours, but I'm sure we could have figured something out." He smiled and kissed Hunter's cheek. He had kissed Hunter a lot more frequently since he had been returned to diapers and it made Hunter wonder if his dad might be just as thrilled about having a baby again as his mom was.

"Hey!" He exclaimed as he felt his dad pull out the back of his diaper.

"Just checking. You haven't gone poopies in your diaper since last night." Hunter blushed. No other family discussed the bowels of their teenage son as openly or as frequently as his did. At his last doctor's appointment, his mom had given what had to have been the most detailed report about his last dozen messy diapers, all while Hunter, buck naked, had been weighed, measured, and had his temperature taken rectally.

Returning to the car, Hunter quickly found himself returned to his car seat, still clad in nothing but a diaper. The instant Koda had his seat belt on, his mom handed him a bottle, which he stuck right in Hunter's mouth. Dutifully sucking on it, Hunter had no way to warn his family when he felt his bowels suddenly release, just as the rest area disappeared behind them.

The loud sound of him filling the seat of his diaper shattered the soft silence of the car. Koda's free paw immediately covered his nose. There was no need for him to tell his parents what had happened; his dad had already begun the process of turning the car around to return to the rest area.

"He's so stinky!" Koda whined, looking as though he was about to literally turn green out of sheer willpower.

"He can't help it, Koda." His dad said. "We're nearly there!"

"Don't worry, baby." His mom cooed. "We'll all work together to get you nice and clean again, hmm?" Hunter whimpered and tried to talk, but the bottle in his mouth made it impossible. He felt terribly babyish, tears welling up in his eyes. He sucked on the bottle greedily, trying to drain it as quickly as possible. He had to stop for a moment as a tremor hit his lower half and he added more to the mess pressed between his bottom and the diaper with another thunderous sound. "My goodness!" His mom exclaimed as Koda groaned again, trying to fan the air and cover his nose with his only free paw. "Baby's been saving up for a long time, hmm?" She looked at her husband. "Can you believe he actually asked to wear big boy undies this morning?" She turned back to Hunter. "Good thing Mommy didn't listen, hmm?" Hunter did not answer. In truth, he had asked if things could go back to normal for the week that they were at the cabin, but his mom had calmly explained that him wearing diapers was what was normal now.

The moment that they returned to the parking lot, Hunter found himself being practically yanked out of the car and deposited back on the picnic table. Koda returned the bottle to his mouth and he suckled as his parents worked together to clean him up, loudly discussing how terribly messy he was.

"My goodness! What a stink!"

"You destroyed this thing, kiddo!" His dad said. "Are we sure he's not part skunk?"

"Maybe on your side." His mom teased. "Oh! Melanie's asking how the trip's going."

"Send her a photo of Hunter's powdered tushie!" Hunter glared at his dad, but he at least pretended not to notice, holding Hunter's legs up high in the air at the perfect angle. The second Koda removed the empty bottle's nipple out of his mouth, Hunter made his protests known.

"Can you just finish up?" He asked, disgruntled.

"Someone's fussy!" Koda teased. "I think we left his pacifier in the car."

"Hunter, suck your thumb." His mom said at once. "Now."

"Fine." Hunter muttered, sullenly obeying.

"Uh-oh!" His dad quickly covered Hunter's front as he began to dribble again. "Think the baby's telling us we're taking too long, Sara."

"Tape him up." She replied, rubbing Hunter's tummy as his dad taped the diaper snugly around his waist. "Mommy's baby boy! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" She cooed. It was a bashful lion who was returned to his car seat, the pacifier quickly finding its way to his mouth. His mom stuck earbuds in his ears and he knew what was coming.

Taking care to ensure that he did not see the passcode, she turned on one of several playlists she made for him. As baby songs and nursery rhymes began to play, she locked the MP3 player. On occasion, he got to listen to his old music, albeit only playlists of songs that his mom deemed appropriate. Swear words were not allowed and more than a few songs had been omitted for being too violent or grown-up for him. He never got to pick what music he listened to, so his "big boy" music was a fairly rare occurrence while baby songs played daily. He could not even remember the last time he had spent naptime in his crib without listening to Disney lullabies. He stifled a yawn as he realized that it was probably right around naptime. Almost as soon as the playlist changed to familiar lullabies, he drifted off to sleep.