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Big Beast, Little Baby

By Terinas Tiger, For Wulfric1

"So you say Little Wulfy is starting potty training?"

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!" From an adjoining room a deep, masculine voice growled out defiantly.

And neither of the two men seated at the kitchen table so much as batted an eyelash. One of them, a slender white furred rabbit in a plaid button-up shirt, took a sip of coffee and stared up at his conversational partner.

Said partner was a deep gray furred worgen male, lupine snout coated with a silver-gray fur. A pair of piercing crimson eyes rolled as the male worgen lowered a steaming cup of coffee away from his muzzle and set it on the table. "Ugh, I mean we're CALLING it 'Potty Training', sure." He licked at his elongated pearly fangs, as if trying to wipe some coffee off of them. "He just gets so fussy about getting his diapers changed that I put him in pull-ups and promised to let him try to use a training potty today just to get him to behave. But he's nowhere near the developmental level he needs to be to grasp the concept, I think. Usually potty training happens when babies are a bit older than Wulfric is."

"DALE, I'M FUCKING OLDER THAN YOU ARE!" The voice from the other room, an angry growl of a monster on the edge of a rampage, rang in both the rabbit and the worgen's ears.

The rabbit tilted his head and gazed at the doorframe leading from the kitchen to the living room. "Goodness, he's quite a noisy little thing, isn't he Dale?"

The worgen let out a tired chuckle, paws wrapped around his steaming cup of joe. "He discovered how to shout lately and can't get enough of it." The worgen sighed, standing up and brushing some dust off a pair of bright blue jeans wrapped around his waist. "I should probably check him though. Usually when he's shouting like that he's either gotta go or he already has gone." He held out a paw. "Coming, Tim?"

Timothy bunny just chuckled. "Help my boyfriend with his bouncing baby bundle of joy?" The rabbit broke into a wide smirk, balling his paws against his chest just under his chin. "Eee! Absolutely!" He took Dale's paw, standing up as the two men walked into the living room to greet the howling beast.

The living room had been painted a bright goldenrod yellow, with a green couch stretched along one wall just underneath a staircase going upstairs. On the opposite end of the room was an enormous widescreen television, turned on and playing a cartoon showing colorful talking stubby doggies teaching the viewers about the alphabet. Nearby was a large playpen, metal poles erected around silver see-through cloth walls that ran almost three feet up off the ground. Sitting inside it were a few plastic toy cars and trucks, some brightly colored alphabet blocks, and what looked like a small stuffed black furred tiger plushie with silver stripes and a distinctly diapered crotch.

There was also someone standing in it. This individual's paws were folded against his bare chest. He was an enormous hulking brute of a male Charr in size, easily over seven feet tall. A tuft of muddy brown hair ran down the peak of his head and down his back like a mane, framed up top by two big black pointed horns that pointed up and away from the man. The man's body was covered head-to-footpaw in pale icy white fur, with faded black stripey patterns running along his muscular arms and chiseled, tight thighs. He was bare naked save for a large, crinkling pair of bright baby blue training pants wrapped around his bottom, several white strips running from the crotch to the backside to serve as wetness indicators. Beneath a pair of swollen pectoral muscles and perked, erect pink nipples he had folded his arms against his body. The charr's green eyes were narrowed and his lip was curled up, baring his fangs in a clear and obvious sign of aggression. His thighs were pressed together as he squirmed a bit, a dull throbbing in his bladder making its need known. A persistent growl was filling the air as the two men walked in to stare at a creature that was almost a head taller than the worgen, Dale. This hulking, seven-foot-tall feline had sharpened claws and fangs that looked like they could rip out a man's neck almost effortlessly...

And he tugged on the thin layer of cloth mesh of the playpen, as if trying to rip apart a panel of solid concrete. "Let me OUT of this infernal prison, Dale! I have to pee!"

Timothy's baby blue eyes went wide, as he clasped his paws together. "Awww! Isn't he just the cutest kiddo? Look at him, trying to stand against the playpen wall!"

At that, Dale chuckled, the worgen's voice husky and deep but amused. "Wulfy here's always trying to sneak out. I've got a little jailbreaker to take care of! Of course, it'd be easier if my old roommate was still here, but..."

"I AM YOUR OLD ROOMMATE!" Wulfric bellowed, struggling to try and rip the thin cloth mesh apart. Surprisingly enough, it was stubbornly strong even to his muscles. He could try harder, but he hesitated as he felt his bladder throb again. Too much work and he'd pee his pants! "Up until that garage sale we went to last night! I picked up that stuffed toy, and then all of a sudden you started acting weird, and I don't know where the diapers came from, and let me FUCKING OUT OF HERE!" He rattled at the cloth barrier preventing him from simply walking out. He hissed and hopped from one footpaw to the other for a moment, still feeling a bad need to drain his bladder.

The rabbit tilted his head. "Isn't he going to rip the fabric with how much he's leaning on it?"

And the worgen scoffed. "Nah, it's rated to hold up to boys ages five and below. Wulfy here's not even close to being strong enough to hurt it, even if he leaned in on it."

At that, the charr blinked, the need to pee forgotten for a moment, before turning around and pushing his crinkling backside into the fabric of the playpen wall. Trying to sit down, he gasped as he felt the fabric wrap around his pull-up clad bottom, holding him firmly in place instead of ripping and tearing against his considerable body mass. Wulfric's eyes went wide. "How- How is this even possible?!?" His body weight should've caused it to rip somewhere, but the playpen he'd never seen before the incident was supporting his weight almost effortlessly.

A paw wrapped around Wulfric's waist as Dale leaned into the playpen. "See? He's just not strong enough or heavy enough yet." Wulfric felt a paw groping gently at his crotch and almost pissed himself right there. "Doesn't feel like he needs a change yet..."

Sputtering, the charr reached both his paws down to try and tug the worgen away from his crotch. "Stop it! I'm not your pup! You let go of my crotch this moment!" Try as he might, Wulfric found he couldn't move the other man's paw at all. Grunting with exertion, he pulled at the paw, but it only moved when Dale started to stand back up. "I- I'm as weak as a newborn baby cub?!? But that can't be..." He flexed an arm and stood back up himself, looking at his rippling muscles in confusion.

Swaying his hips, the slender rabbit looked over towards the stripey charr in the playpen. "So if he doesn't need a new pull-up, what do you think he's being so noisy about?" Timothy lifted a paw up to tickle a finger under Wulfric's chin. "Are you just wanting Daddy's attention? Are you Daddy's little cutie? Yes you are! Yes you are! Goochie goochie goo!"

A deep red tint of blush marred Wulfric's face as he growled again. "Withdraw that finger or I'll rip it off!" He gnashed his teeth and pushed out his claws.

"Uh oh, I know that look!" Dale tugged his bunny boyfriend's paw away. "Sorry, predator babies sometimes play a bit rough when they smell herbivores. Should've warned you, Timothy. He doesn't know what is and isn't food yet, apart from his daddy."

The rabbit drew his paw back to his chest, frowning slightly. "...I'll have to keep that in mind. He's still babbling quite a bit though..."

"This isn't baby babble!" Wulfric snorted, stomping a foot as he growled at the pair of them. "I am telling you again and again that I am not a cub! I'm a fully grown charr warrior, and something about that damn plush toy messed with your heads and-" He fell silent as he felt his footpaws lifting up off the ground. Dale had bent back down to scoop him up. Cradling the white furred charr in his arms as if he was a bride being carried by a groom, Dale tickled at his tummy.

Wulfric hated that the sensation provoked a giggle out of him. Dale chuckled. "I think he just wanted some attention. Isn't that right, Wulfy? Does Papa's little cutey-cub want some pets and love?"

But it did provoke giggles out of him. Wulfric's stomach was unfortunately ticklish, and as Dale's fuzzy silverpaws ran along his bare stomach, he broke out into cute little titters. "Aahhahahaha-g-gonna kill-ahaahahahaa-kill you both-ahahahahaha!" He kicked his legs and broke into a big smile.

While his adoptive lupine "Papa" kept up the tickle assault, while holding a creature bigger than he was effortlessly. "Since I've got him out of his playpen though, we should see if he needs to go potty. He's squirming like he might have to, even if the tickle monster didn't make him wet."

Timothy tilted his head and arched one eyebrow. "Why bother? You said yourself he probably doesn't understand potty training yet."

The wolf gave a soft sigh. "I know, but I promised. And it seemed to keep him settled down. You wouldn't know it by how cute he's cooing and gurgling right now, but this little cub can be quite a heckraiser when he's grumpy." Turning away from his bunny boyfriend, Dale carried Wulfric towards the bathroom, bouncing the cat up and down in his arms every so often and tickling his tummy to make the trip feel more fun.

It felt nicer than Wulfric would've ever admitted. By the time they got into the bathroom, His sour mood was gone. It was nice to just be cuddled and play with Dadd- The charr blinked and shook his head. "What was that last thought? I'm not a cub, and you're not my daddy!' He pointed at the worgen holding him.

Who just gasped and reached up to grip at his pointed finger. "Aww! Tim, did you hear that? He called me daddy!"

A blush crossed Wulfric's white stripey cheeks. "W-what? No I didn't!" He squirmed in the paternal Wolf's arms. "H-how is this even physically possible?" He felt his muzzle shoved up against Dale's chest, the wolf's musky scent in his nostrils. There was something calming about it. Like he was cuddled up against his Papa... "G-gah! That damn plush doll did something to all our heads!" The charr growled, pulling his snout away from his former roommate's chest and looking around to discover they'd entered the bathroom.

The bathroom itself was a small narrow room with a bathtub stall at the far end of it, a toilet sandwiched between the tup and some counter space with a sink and cupboards. Sitting in the center of the room on a fuzzy cerulean rug was a bright baby blue plastic training potty with a eggshell-white lid. Dale gingerly lowered the large charr down, making sure his footpaws pushed up against the rug, and then let go of him planting his paws on his hips and staring at Wulfric. "Alright, cub. I want you to show me you're a big cat by sitting down and trying to use the potty."

Timothy stood behind him, putting his paws on Dale's shoulders. "How does this usually go?"

The worgen just held up a paw. "Just watch, hun."

Hearing their words, Wulfric audibly growled, pushing his claws out. "I hear the disdain in your voice, Dale! You think I can't do this, Dadd- er, Dale, but I can!" He gave a snort. "And I'm going to keep doing it and doing it right until you fucking realize that I'm a grown-ass man!" Turning to face the training potty, Wulfric gazed down at it. Despite his protests, the fact that two sets of eyes were on him was making him self conscious. And nervous. His thighs pushed against themselves, his bladder churning. He really did need to pee. "Alright... there's nothing to this, just show both adults how adult I am..." He mumbled, finding it suddenly very hard to remember exactly what he was supposed to do here. "First was... sitting down? No, it's flagging my tail up. If I sat down first I'd sit down on my tail and that'd hurt." He rubbed his forehead. "Why am I so nervous? This is the easiest thing in the world. I just have to do it..."

The charr lifted his tail up, making sure not to make the same mistake he'd made last time, and turned to face his da- his roommate and the man's boyfriend. With a snort of indignation he lowered his bottom down, the training pants crinkling as he pushed his bottom against the plastic seat. "Huh, I could've sworn it's supposed to be a bit chilly when you sit down." After another moment, he spread his thighs apart.

And let go.

A gentle hissing sound filled the air, as he let his bladder slip and empty itself. "Aaaaaaah..." The feeling of peeing always felt so good, the pressure he had built up leaking all out of him. The warmth spreading out along his crotch as the training pants soaked up his urine. Wulfric smiled, letting a shudder run up his spine. "Mrrr... feels so good to just let it all out..." Closing his eyes, the big charr just bathed in the feelings washing over his thighs, the warmth spreading down along his cheeks and his tailhole. Almost like he was soaking in a tub of warm water.

It wasn't until Dale clicked his tongue that Wulfric snapped out of his reverie.

"Oh Wulfric..." The worgen growled in annoyance. "I knew we shouldn't have humored you with this potty training nonsense." The lupine man bent down to slide his paws under Wulfric's knees and along his back. In a single fluid gesture, the charr felt himself scooped up against his caretaker's chest again.

"Huh?!? But I peed on the toilet!" Wulfric blinked, staring down at the training potty. "I did! I held it until I sat down and everything!"

Timothy leaned down. "Look, he leaked all over the sides of the rim. You're gonna have to launder that rug, darling."

"But I went on the toilet!" Wulfric growled, his brow furrowing. What were they even complaining about? He looked down to see his training pants, eyes going wide as he realized how swollen they were with his own piss. "W-what? But I sat at the seat and everything!" How had he gotten it wrong this time? He squirmed in Dale's arms, feeling his training pants squish against his nether regions. An unexpected surge of pleasure ran up his spine as he felt the soggy material rubbing against his cock. "N-nnngh." With a huff, the big charr stopped protesting. "W-why did that feel so good..."

Rolling his eyes, the worgen just squeezed Wulfric against his chest. "Don't tell me that, Timothy. I've had to launder this rug so much that I'm worried the colors are starting to fade." He turned to carry Wulfric out of the bathroom. "Ugh, he's dripping all over the floor and my shirt..." There was a squeeze to Wulfric's training pants. "These thingsj just aren't built to handle a baby my Wulfy's size when he wets. Anyway, I don't own a changing table yet. Can you help me get this little fussbucket into something dry by grabbing a towel? We can lay it down on the living room and change him into something more absorbent."

"What?!? NO!" Wulfric growled and pushed, trying and failing to break out of Dale's grip on him while the worgen carried him out into the living room. "No no no no no!" Behind him, Timothy the hare carried a bright yellow towel against his chest. In no time at all, the towel was spread along the carpet. "I did it! I peed on the training potty! You both saw it!" He balled his fists and squirmed, yet found himself unable to push away. Dale was just too strong, and despite his size, he was being hefted around like he was a cub. His bare back rested against the soft fabric of the towel as he gazed up at Dale. "I don't need diapers!"

The worgen snapped his fingers. "Timothy, I'm going to need a bit more help here. I need to go get a diaper and some wipes, but if I leave him alone for a second he's going to waddle off somewhere. Can you get his favorite plushie from the playpen? It's a little black furred charr with silver stripes and a thick white diaper on. It always settles him down."

For the first moment since the potty training incident had begun, Wulfric felt fear creeping into his mind. "That thing? NO! I don't like it at all! I hate that cursed doll! No no no!"

Timothy simply nodded, walking over to the playpen to return with the stuffed toy. "Here you go, little Wulfy!" Before Wulfric could protest more, the plushy was pushed up against his chest.

A soft crinkle filled Wulfric's ears as he felt the doll's warm, snuggly material pushing against his bare chest. "I- it'sh so soft..." For a moment his mind cleared, and Wulfric couldn't think of why he was so angry. A soft pink glaze formed over his eyes as the warm, soft stuffed charr pushed against him. The charr warrior's paw moved down to rub at the plushie's diapered crotch, hearing it crinkle. "An' makes such silly noises... wike a baby cub..." Wulfric surprised himself by giggling. The plushie was being hugged against his chest... was he doing that? Of course he was! "I wuv my favorite plushie wawwior..." The big brute's voice had taken on a soft lisp. He cooed as he let the stuffed doll's fuzzy fake horns tickle his chin while he hugged it.

Meanwhile, Dale had slipped away while he was distracted to retrieve a thick white-crotched diaper, the sides covered in green and white plaid patterns. He was working a baby up and down a thick erect cock, each rub making Wulfric gurgle and moan as he hugged his favorite stuffed friend and let his mind melt a bit more into mush. "Mmm... yup, he's still getting hard from his diaper changes. Some crinkly kitten isn't gonna be ready to graduate out of nappies for a long, long time." Dale wagged his tail. "Good thing Papa Wolf loves his little kitten." A faint pink glaze had formed over Dale's eyes as he worked to change the big cat. "How long have I been cleaning your butt and changing your undies, Wulfy? I... huh, I forget."

Timothy patted the worgen on the back. "Easily as long as I've been dating you, sweetie. So, are you gonna help him make stickies?"

At the question, Dale shook his head. "No, he'll behave better if he's huffy for a little while. It might make the diaper harder to put on his tush, but it's worth it." Sliding the new diaper under Wulfric's bottom, he threaded the charr's tail through the hole and started applying a liberal amount of powder. After a moment, he tilted his head up to kiss Timothy on the lips as the rabbit hovered over his boyfriend during the diaper change. "Thank you, hun. For not just putting up with this, but helping out."

Timothy returned the kiss. "Well, it helps that Wulfy's just the most adorable kiddo I've ever seen!" He had little pink hearts in his eyes. "He seemed grumpy at first but I guess even the fiercest cat's just a little kitten when he's got his favorite toy in his paws."

Wulfric was squeezing his plushie friend and crinkling its diapered crotch, lost in his own little world of titters and crinkles as Dale pulled the diaper up over his spread legs. He didn't even notice that a thick diaper had been put on over his crotch. "Warrior, you're da bestest stuffie ever!" He cooed at the stuffed toy, gazing at it with adoration as he curled his toes.

"There we go!" Dale patted the crotch of his big baby boy, admiring his work as a cloud of talcum powder rose up around the charr's crotch. "He's a pussy cat when he doesn't have to go potty, really. Let's get him back in the playpen and get back to our coffee."

With a nod, Timothy reached down to tickle at Wulfric's footpaws. "Whose a good kitten, Wulfy? Is it you? Is it?"

"Hey now, none of that!" Dale gently swatted his boyfriend. "I don't need him all wound up now. He's just settling down."

"Aww..." Timothy sighed, moving away as Dale scooped up the big charr warrior, now so happily diapered, and carried him back to the playpen.

And the two men let Wulfric play with his stuffed friend while they turned to walk back towards the kitchen. Dale gazed back up to his boyfriend. "So if you think Wulfric's so cute, does that make it more likely you'll move in with me? I could use a roommate, and we've got an empty room since Wulfric sleeps in a crib in my room."

Timothy chuckled. "Well, I think you could persuade me... especially if you promise more of this coffee..."

-~-

A few hours passed, as Wulfric played in his playpen, stacking blocks to make little houses and pushing his toy cars around through them. The big charr was all happy growls and smiles after his diaper change, especially now that he'd gotten over his silly worries about his bestest stuffed friend Warrior. Giving a smile to the stuffed toy, he drove his car around it, making engine noises with his lips and pretending the stuffed charr was a mighty warlord the car was circling! He only stopped when he felt his tummy begin to cramp up.

Wulfric's ears perked as he reared back, letting his car flop over on one side of the playpen as he felt his tail flagging up instinctively. "Nnngh..." he froze up. "I gotta go potty..." He turned his head to gaze over towards the bathroom. For a moment he thought of calling out for his daddy to bring him over to the training potty.

And then as a sharp stab hit his gut, he grunted and stared over at his plush charr, Warrior. And another thought entered his head: The training potty was just so far away! Maybe he should just let go right here? After all, it would be such a long, long walk away... and he'd have to wait for Daddy to fetch him and he wasn't even sure where Daddy was since he wasn't in the room with his kitten. "I- I gotta go..." He mumbled, looking at his stuffed friend. "I h-hope you're proud of me!" He squatted.

He had to go potty. He really really had to go potty.

"I- I'm making pushies!" Balling his fists, Wulfric let his mess push out into the back of his diaper. Feeling his seat flagging down, he let out a sigh of blissful release. "Nnngh... so many pushies..." He sighed, letting his diaper swell out in back as he filled it with mud. "F-feels soooo good to make pushies..."

The charr grunted, his tail finally lowering as the warm, moist muck made him wobble a bit while he squatted. For just a moment, he was in bliss.

And then he realized exactly what he'd done.

He'd just surrendered himself so freely, without a thought. The mess in the back of his seat was almost like a wake up call. The charr knew he had to get clean. He had to get out of this messy diaper before it started to feel normal to be in his own mush.

He had to-

Arching his head back, Wulfric gripped the sides of the playpen for support and called for the only person who could save him from his own stinky pants.

"DADDDDDDDDDIE!"

The End!