Hunter's Thanksgiving
"This is the 85th Annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!" Hunter squirmed. The parade was starting but he had more important things to worry about. Namely, the highchair that he was locked into. Yesterday, he had woken up in a wet diaper and since then, had never been out of diapers except when his parents had changed him. He had no control, wetting and messing without warning. It was very strange for him, yet a part of him felt strangely comfortable about it. After all, he had read a lot of stories about such things happening, but for it to actually happen was very strange.
His mom, Lisa, came into the dining room with a blue plastic bowl in her paw. She smiled at Hunter as he sat there, completely naked except for the thick Huggies around his waist.
"Time for baby's numnums!" She said sweetly, sitting down in front of the highchair.
"Mom! I'm not a baby. I'm fifteen!" The lion whined, shaking his head slightly to draw attention to his mane. She smiled.
"But baby wears diapees!" She said, kissing his forehead. "Now open wide for momma!" Hunter grumbled, but obeyed, letting her shove the spoonful of strained peaches into his muzzle. He ate in silence, his mom cooing as she fed him. "Such a good little pumpkin!" She praised. Hunter rolled his eyes and kept letting her feed him.
At long last, she emptied the jar and wiped Hunter's face. The lion grumbled at the childish ay she was treating him. She slid out the tray from the highchair and slipped a finger into his diaper.
"Baby's still dry. How about you go visit Daddy?" Hunter blushed. His father was the pinnacle of an alpha male. Spending time around him while diapered would be too much. He heard his mom unbuckle him. "Here. Take your Sippy cup." The lion grumbled and took it in one paw. "Give momma a cubby kiss." He kissed her cheek. She patted his crinkly rump. "Now go visit Daddy."
Hunter waddled into the living room, where his dad sat on the couch, watching the parade. He looked up as Hunter entered the room and smiled. Hunter went to sit down on the other side of the couch, but his dad spoke up.
"Now, now. Daddy's special little cub has a special place to sit." Hunter looked up in confusion to see his dad patting his lap. He cautiously waddled over, his Huggies crinkling loudly. He climbed up onto his dad's lap, the bigger lion smiling and hugging him, kissing the top of his head. His eyes widened as he felt his dad's finger slip into his diaper to check him. He took a drink out of the Sippy cup and watched the parade.
As the parade progressed, he felt his dad rub his belly lovingly. It was confusing for the lion. His father had always been a no nonsense father who expected strict obedience, yet here he was, rubbing Hunter's belly and bouncing him on his knee. He kept drinking from the Sippy cup, thankful that it was not a bottle like he got before naps and bedtime.
The parade switched to commercials and Hunter gasped in surprise as his dad spun him around on his lap so that he faced the enormous lion.
"How is Daddy's baby boy?" The lion asked. Hunter blushed, looking away. His dad smiled and tickled his belly. "Can Hunter say dada?" He tickled him again. "Say dada!"
"Dad. Stop!" The lion whined as he tried not to laugh from the tickling.
"Say dada!" He teased, continuing to tickle his son. Hunter laughed loudly, squirming and crinkling. "Say dada!"
"Dada!" Hunter announced, just as he began to wet his diaper.
"That's a good little huggy bear!" He praised, hugging him. "I'm your dada. No more of this dad stuff, okay?"
"Okay." Hunter mumbled shyly. His dad grinned and kissed him. Hunter, overtaken by the warmth his father was filled with, kissed his cheek back.
"Oh! There's your brother!" Hunter turned and saw Dakoda coming down the stairs, the nine year old lion still in his Thundercat pajamas. He smirked as he saw Hunter sitting on his dad's lap in just a soggy diaper.
"Did baby have an accident?" He asked by way of greeting. Hunter opened his mouth to argue, but his dad responded more quickly.
"He's a little soggy, yeah." Dakoda scoffed.
"Disgusting. I could use the toilet when I was three!" Hunter growled and again opened his mouth to retort, but again his dad interrupted.
"Dakoda! You are nine years old! You are too old to be lording your potty training over the baby!" Hunter whimpered. He was fifteen. Why wasn't he being scolded?
"Dada..." He began.
"It is disgusting, dad!" Dakoda yelled.
"You are asking for a spanking, mister. Hunter is just a baby. He doesn't know any better."
"But dada!" Hunter whined. His dad ignored him.
"Just for that, you can take Hunter upstairs and change him." Dakoda groaned.
"But dad!"
"Enough. God, sometimes I swear that you act like Hunter is your big brother or something." Hunter had heard enough.
"I am his big brother!" He objected. His dad looked down at him.
"Angel, don't be silly. Dakoda is a big boy. You're still in diapers." Dakoda chuckled.
"C'mon, dad. Just let the little guy pretend that he's my big brother." He held out a paw to Hunter. "Let's go, Hunter! You'll feel a lot better in a fresh diaper!" Hunter stood up, at least a head taller than Dakoda, but he felt far smaller as the nine year old took his paw and led the waddling lion upstairs.
Hunter found the nursery to be the single most embarrassing part of this new life. It was easy enough to forget every now and again that he was being treated like a big baby, but not when he was in his nursery. It practically oozed baby from the changing table to the giant crib to the closet full of diapers and baby clothes. A picture of Hunter asleep in his crib hanged on one of the walls, along with a crocheted picture that said 'some cubs take longer to grow up than others'. Every time Hunter read it, he blushed.
"Hop up on the changing table, Hunter." Dakoda said with a grin. The blushing lion obeyed, lying on his back as Dakoda stepped up and began to untape his diaper. "What kind of diapers do you wear, baby?"
"Huggies." Hunter replied shyly. Dakoda nodded as he peeled back the diaper and grinned at Hunter's crotch. "Baby's just a baby everywhere, isn't he?" He reached down and flicked Hunter's sack playfully. Hunter had never thought himself small down there, but just the way that Dakoda talked about it made him feel tiny. He felt the younger lion wipe his balls and rump, being entirely thorough.
Hunter's ears twitched as Dakoda grabbed a fresh diaper and began to unfold it, showing Hunter the whole thick diaper.
"Who's that on the front?" Dakoda asked, pointing to the diaper tape with a single claw.
"Winnie the Pooh." Hunter replied. There was something entirely babyish about Winnie the Pooh being there.
"And where is Winnie the Pooh?" Dakoda asked with a grin. Hunter made a confused face. What did Koda mean?
"Right there?" the lion pointed to the front of the diaper.
"Where is right there, baby?"
"On the front of the diaper?"
"And who is going to wear this diaper?" Dakoda's grin stretched from ear to ear, it seemed.
"Me." Hunter replied.
"Very good, baby!" Koda praised. He lifted Hunter's legs and slipped the unfolded diaper under him. Hunter blushed at his exposed rump as his little brother held his legs up. He peeked between his legs and saw his butt in the mirror. It looked much it always had, all big and chubby. It was definitely a masculine rump, not that it mattered when covered by thick crinkly Huggies like it seemed to be lately.
It seemed like an eternity before his butt touched the back of the diaper. The younger lion smiled and rubbed powder into the lion's fur before lifting the front of the diaper and taping him up. Dakoda grinned. "Now to find the baby something to wear." Hunter blushed at being called baby again by his younger brother. His blush grew deeper when he saw what Dakoda had selected for him.
It was a pink t-shirt with a fluffy white lamb on it, the lamb's wool made from cotton balls. Hunter closed his eyes, hoping he was just imagining things. When he reopened his eyes, the shirt was still there in Dakoda's paws.
"I'm not wearing that, Koda!" He said firmly.
"Oh, yes baby is!" Dakoda said with a mischievous grin.
"No."
"Oh, yes baby is." Dakoda replied, his voice growing more forcefully.
"No!" Dakoda growled and flipped the lion over with a surprising show of strength. Hunter struggled futilely as the younger lion tugged down his diaper and began to spank him firmly.
"Will baby wear the lamb shirt?" Dakoda asked as he spanked him. Hunter howled in pain, but remained strong, shaking his head. Dakoda just shook his head and kept spanking the lion.
"Okay!" Hunter yelled as tears filled his eyes. "I'll wear the lamb shirt." To his surprise, Dakoda kept spanking him.
"Not good enough." The young lion said. "I want baby to ask to wear it." Hunter growled. That was too much! Dakoda kept spanking him, his paw falling again and again on Hunter's reddening rump. Tears filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.
"Can I wear the lamb shirt?" He yelled out through his tears. Dakoda stopped immediately and smiled.
"Of course, baby. Arms up!" Hunter submissively raised his arms and let the shirt be slid down over his body. "So cute." Dakoda teased as he ran his fingers through the lion's mane. Hunter grumbled, but was fully aware he could have been made to wear worse.
He jumped off of the changing table and took Dakoda's paw again to be led downstairs where his parents would see his new shirt. He hoped that they had run out for some last minute groceries, but no such luck. His parents sat side by side on the couch, watching the parade. They looked up and smiled in unison as their sons entered.
"Look at you!" His mom said sweetly, gesturing for him to come over. "Who's a cute little lion?"
"Koda?" Hunter guessed jokingly, knowing full well that she was talking about him. His parents both laughed.
"He's a handsome lion." Lisa said, smiling at the nine year old. "But you, baby, are positively adorable!" She took his paws and nibbled at them, making him giggle.
"Stop it, momma!" She smiled.
"Climb up into dada's lap, cubbykins." She instructed. Hunter obeyed, confused as his father maneuvered him into a reclining position. Suddenly, the fat nipple of a bottle was slipped into his muzzle.
"Baby didn't finish his sippy, so momma put it in a baba!" His dad explained as he held the bottle. Hunter sucked at the bottle, drinking down the juice as he lied on his father's lap.
"Dakoda, go get dressed. Our guests will be here soon." His mom instructed.
"Okay, mom." The young lion said, running upstairs. His mom returned her attention to petting Hunter's mane as the overgrown cub nursed on the bottle. Hunter looked back and forth between his parents as they both gazed down at him lovingly. It was embarrassing to be diapered and treated like a baby, but the attention was nice.
Dakoda returned fully-dressed about the same time that Hunter finished the bottle. He sat up on his dad's lap and got burped. His parents and Dakoda all chuckled as he burped.
"Time for baby to go in his playpen!" Hunter's mom announced, helping him off of his father's lap and leading him over to the large blue playpen. He waddled into the playpen and his mom closed the gate behind him. Hunter looked around the playpen. There were plushies and baby toys spread throughout the small space. He peered out at his family, who all sat on the couch, watching TV and ignoring the big cub.
Hunter crawled across the playpen, looking at the toys available to him. All of them seemed overtly infantile to the young lion. There were not even wood blocks, but rather plush ones to prevent cubs from getting hurt. Hunter sighed, starting to build something with the blocks in the hopes that it would distract him from boredom.
It must have worked because time passed quickly. The next thing that Hunter was aware of was his mom leaning over the side of the playpen and checking his diaper. She smiled at him and he stared back.
"Someone's a little soggybutt, hmm?" She said cheerfully.
"Am not!" Hunter protested, but the moment that the words left his mouth, he knew that she was right. He looked away, a little ashamed.
"We'd better get you changed before our guests get here, hmm? Or does baby wanna stay soggy?" Hunter whimpered and let her lead him upstairs.
Hunter stared up at the mobile overhead as his mother prepared to change him. His mother smiled down at him as she held a fresh Huggies in her paw.
"Why do I gotta be changed already, momma?" Hunter whined.
"Because, momma's not going to change you until just before dinner after this, sweetiekins." She explained. "Your Huggies will be able to handle it, I'm sure." Hunter blushed.
"But momma." He whined. She knew the answer for a whiny cub, slipping a pacifier into his muzzle.
"Shush, babykins." She said reassuringly as she opened his diaper. She reached under the changing table and came up with an unconventional item for a typical diaper change: a fur trimmer. Hunter whimpered as she turned it on and shaved off the small amount of pubic fur that had grown down there since she had last trimmed. "No big boy fur for babykins." She said sweetly. "Baby boo doesn't want an icky rash, does he?" Hunter whimpered and shook his head, still embarrassed by his mother's unhesitant removal of his adulthood. She slipped the wet diaper out from under his butt. She smiled mischeviously. "What if baby just ran around all day in just his t-shirt? No diapee to cover baby's weewee and tushy?" Hunter shook his head.
"No." He whined. She looked down at him.
"No? Why? Would baby make puddles?" Hunter shook his head. That wasn't it.
"It'd be embarrassing." She nodded.
"It would be embarrassing to make puddles everywhere. That's why momma's widdle angel wears his Huggies."
"Momma? How come Koda wears big boy undies and I don't?" She smiled as she lifted his legs and wiped his butt.
"Dakoda's a big boy, angel."
"But he's my little brother!" Hunter protested.
"That he is. Some cubs just take longer to learn the potty." She leaned down and blew a raspberry on his belly, making the nearly fully grown lion laugh uncontrollably. She switched to tickling him with her paws, grinning at his cubby shrieks of laughter. "Who's momma's cubby cub?"
"Me!" Hunter yelled, rolling from side to side.
"That's right! That's right!" She slowed her tickling and returned to diapering her son, just as she had done countless times before.
Before Hunter knew it, he was snugly diapered again. His mom smiled down at him, cooing softly. As he sniffed the air, Hunter could smell her maternal pheromones. Most lionesses lost them after their cubs were weaned, but his being in diapers seemed to sustain his mother's. He smiled up at her as she gently rubbed his legs.
One paw kept rubbing his legs as the other began to undo her blouse. Hunter watched as his mother's bra came into view. Somehow, he recognized it as a nursing bra. She gently pulled him into a sititng position.
"Momma may not be able to feed her baby boo, but she still wants to cuddle him." Lisa knew that holding him close to her would flood the confused lion with her maternal pheromones, renewing the bond that had formed when he was born.
"Momma?" Hunter said unsurely as he was gently eased toward her bare breasts. Any apprehension he had was gone as he inhaled her scent. He nuzzled her breasts like he had when he had been first born.
"There's my baby." His mom cooed softly, stroking the back of his head. Hunter shifted slightly, his Huggies crinkling as his mom held him close. The sound of the doorbell ringing disrupted the moment. "That would be our guests." His mom said, quickly buttoning up. "Let's go say hello, baby." She quickly ran a paw through his mane to tame it a bit before pulling him along with her.
As they descended the stiars, Hunter could hear voices. He knew that their guests were his dad's brother and his family: his wife and two kids. Hunter's cousins were younger than Dakoda. Alice was eight and Mason was four. He gulped as he realized something: he would be the only one in diapers. He tried to pull his shirt down over his Huggies as they came to the ground floor.
"There he is!" Hunter grinned at his uncle, who came over and hugged him. "How's my baby nephew?"
"Good." Hunter said bashfully. His uncle kept hugging him for a bit before finally letting him go to hug his aunt. He stopped in front of his cousins. The older of the two cubs was Alice, an eight year old lioness who eyed the bigger lion's Huggies before going over and starting to talk to Dakoda.
"I don't wear diapers anymore." Mason announced by way of greeting. "I'm four." Hunter blushed.
"Mason!" His mother scolded. "Be nice to your cousin." Mason grumbled.
"Okay, mommy." Hunter's aunt smiled kindly at him.
"Hunter, why don't you show Mason some of your toys?" Hunter grumbled himself this time. Dakoda and Alice got to talk to each other while he was stuck playing with his toddler cousin. It got worse as he saw his aunt kneel and whisper into Mason's ear. "You be the big boy and tell someone if the baby needs a change, okay?" The little cub nodded seriously as Hunter blushed.
He led Mason over to near his playpen, where all his toys were. He sat down and began to play silently as Mason watched him. It was not long before Mason picked up a toy car and started playing with him.
Hunter could not believe it, but it was not long before he started legitimately having fun, giggling along with Mason. He did not even notice the pictures being taken, which would further cement his role as the baby of the family.
Hunter had no clue what time it was when his mom declared that it was time to eat. He realized that his stomach was rumbling and he stood up to join the migration into the dining room. His mom grabbed his arm gently and smiled at him.
"Momma bought baby a cute new bIB: " She said, slipping the white terry cloth over his head. The bib had a colorful turkey on it that grinned out at Hunter. He blushed, but decided that it was not as embarrassing as most of the bibs she made him wear. He growled as he heard Mason, Alice, and Dakoda giggle. His mom frowned. "No being a grumpy butt, mister." She said sternly. "They just think you look cute, which you do." She kissed his cheek.
"Yes, momma." Hunter mumbled. She smiled and took him over to the cub table, where Dakoda, Alice, and Mason all sat. He sat there sullenly as they all stared at him. He was fifteen. Why couldn't he eat with the other adults? He knew it was because of his Huggies, but still.
The teenage lion looked across the small table at his brother, smirking with pride at being the most mature lion at the table, if only in his own mind. Small tufts of fur stuck out around his ears, his first bits of mane. Hunter had a full mane, though not as bushy as his father's quite yet, but that seemed to be rendered invisible by his Huggies.
Mason reached over from Hunter's left and checked his diaper as he had seen the adults do. He giggled as the lion blushed.
"Is he wet?" Alice asked Mason. The young lion shook his head.
"Baby's dry." Hunter glared at Mason, but before he could retort, his mom came over. In her paw, she had a plastic plate with Barney on it, as well as portions of food. The turkey was cut up nice and small. She set it down in front of Hunter.
"Baby Hunter gets to feed himself! Yay!" She said sweetly, kissing the top of his head. She set plates in front of the other cubs. Hunter could not help but notice that only Mason also had his turkey cut up. He looked around for utensils as the cubs all grabbed their forks and dug in.
"Momma?" He said inquisitively. She smiled, sensing the source of his confusion.
"Hunter gets to be a messy cub and eat with his paws!" She exclaimed as though it were the most exciting prospect. He sighed and picked up a piece of turkey, wondering just how he was expected to eat the mashed potatoes.
Dakoda and his cousins spent more time watching Hunter eat than eat themselves to the point that Hunter had cleared his plate long before they had even made dents. He got up to leave, but Alice grabbed his paw.
"Stay here, baby." She said, trying to help the baby. "We'll go play later."
"I'm older than you." Hunter whispered so that the adults nearby could not hear. Alice smiled and turned to the adult table.
"Auntie! I think the baby wants his pacifier."
"Such a helpful young lady!" Hunter's mom said as she came over, slipping a pacifier into Hunter's muzzle. She kneeled down and used his bib to wipe his face. Just then, Mason, trying to be helpful, checked Hunter's diaper again. Hunter growled at the little lion, who eeped and got away from him. Hunter's mother frowned.
"Naughty, naughty baby!" She scolded. "Mason's just trying to help momma take care of baby." She took his paw and led him into the living room. Hunter whined, knowing what was coming. He reached up to take the pacifier out of his muzzle, but his mom took his paw away from the handle. "Bad baby doesn't get to speak." She said sternly. She sat down and patted her lap. Hunter felt tears well up in his eyes as he lied across her lap. Everyone could see him there, every neck craning to watch Hunter's spanking. He felt his mom rub the back of his legs, just below his diaper, an oddly comforting gesture.
He heard the crinkle of his Huggies being pulled down a split second before he felt the cool air on his backside. His cock stayed tucked in the diaper, but his round rump, more the butt of a cub than that of an adult lion, was on display for all to see as his mom began to spank him.
It was not a hard spanking, but it reminded him to behave. It was only four spanks in that he felt his diaper grow warm. His mom stopped.
"Whoopsie! I guess baby wants his diaper back up!" The change in mood caught Hunter by surprise as his mom pulled his Huggies back up. He figured his discipline was over, but her arm remained firm on his back, holding him down against her lap. She began to strike his legs, just below the puffy curves of his Huggies. The lion's legs kicked and tears rolled down his red face as she kept spanking. His bib hanged down and the pacifier remained firmly in his clenched cheeks, adding to the infantile nature of his crying.
His mother held his tail out of the way, but she let go as she felt it stiffen. She stopped her spanking and everyone watched in silence as the big cub filled the seat of his diaper. His ears twitched as he registered the silence, still unaware of what was going on in his diaper.
"Hunter pooped his diaper!" Mason yelled. The shattered silence caused everyone to start laughing at the cub's outburst, but Hunter felt like they were laughing at him. He began to cry anew, humiliated. His mom kissed his head.
"Shh, baby boo. Momma will get you changed." She helped him up and led the humiliated lion upstairs to the nursery.
"Momma." He said softly.
"Shh, huggy bear. Momma knows." She cooed, easing him back onto the changing table. Hunter yowled as the messy seat of his diaper squelched against his sore butt. His mom began to remove the foul-smelling garment, holding her nose with one paw as the other adeptly removed the diaper. "Stinky baby." She announced as the diaper sat open. "But momma knows just the thing." She smiled and helped the lion up off of the reeking Huggies.
"What's going on?" He asked in confusion as she led him out of the room, his cock swaying back and forth. It did not take him long to realize their destination. "Not a bath!" He moaned as his mother began to fill the tub.
"Stinky cubbie boos need bathies." She said matter-of-factly. As the tub filled, she stood and pulled the shirt off of Hunter, leaving him in nothing but his fur. Hunter shyly covered his crotch as his mother returned her attention to the filling tub.
Soon, Hunter was gently nudged toward the tub and he stepped in, sitting down in the warmth of the water, a thick layer of bubbles floating on top. His mom wasted no time in wetting a washcloth and starting to wash her oversized cub. Hunter sat still, letting his mom work. It seemed odd, to be so nonchalant about his mom washing his private areas, but he had had so many diaper changes the past day or two that his junk seemed like old news.
Lisa kneeled by the tub, washing him thoroughly, but still quickly enough that Hunter did not grow antsy. She grabbed a large fluffy towel and welcomed Hunter into it. He giggled helplessly as she vigorously dried him off.
"One fluffy cubby all set for Huggies!" Hunter could not hear her voice as he was staring at his crotch in the mirror. Just earlier that day, his cock had been normal sized, but now it seemed to be only as big as Koda's. His mom noticed his face. "What's wrong, huggy bear?"
"My cock's smaller than it was earlier." He said, forgetting any cubby pretense. His mom hmmed and looked down at it.
"It's just cold in here, sweetie. Baby's weewee is just its normal size." Lisa said reassuringly. She removed his towel and led the naked lion back to the nursery. As Hunter lied on the changing table, he stared down at his cock. Even in the warmer room, they still seemed smaller. He had seen Koda's crotch last night by accident, and sure enough, they were about the same size down there now. He sucked on his thumb nervously as his mom diapered him.
Once that was done, she left him on the changing table as she went over to the closet and grabbed a sleeper from the closet. She unfolded the baby blue garment and Hunter saw a little yellow duckling decal on the butt. Hunter blushed as she dressed him in it, zipping it snugly up his back. The garment left no doubt that the lion was thickly diapered, but at least it hid Winnie the Pooh from sight.
"I don't wanna go to bed, momma!" He whined as he yawned. He had not had a nap today, after all.
"It's not bedtime just yet, angel. We're gonna go say nini to everyone downstairs first."
"Do I gotta?" Hunter whined. She silenced him by slipping a pacifier into his muzzle.
Once downstairs, his mom disappeared into the kitchen, nudging Hunter toward the living room, where everyone sat.
"Looks like someone's all set for beddy bye!" His uncle said. Hunter nodded.
"Momma wanted me to say nini." He said shyly. They all smiled sweetly.
"Come over and give dada a nini kissie." His dad said, tapping his cheek. Hunter waddled over and kissed his dad on the cheek.
"Ah! How precious!" His mom said as she came in with a big bottle of milk. "Does baby want a nini baba?"
"Nini baba." Hunter repeated, waddling over to her. She smiled and sat down, welcoming the lion onto her lap and feeding him. Hunter closed his eyes, but he was still aware of everyone watching him drink, wrapped in warm fleece like the big baby he was
As Hunter was being tucked into his crib, he knew that tomorrow would be another day of diaper changes and baby food. He sighed as the railing went up, locking him in.
"Sweet dreams, momma's little angel. Never grow up." His mom whispered, reaching through the bars to make sure her cub's pacifier was in before turning out the lights, bathing Hunter in the warm glow of his nightlight.