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The sun was nearly settled behind the Western horizon, accentuating the darkened mountains with a fiery orange hue that would quickly fade away to the deepening purple of the early night sky. Ozzen wasn't sure why, but he always loved this time of the day more than any other, especially when it was autumn. The young raccoon took a deep breath, and chittered happily to himself. It wasn't quite autumn, yet, but if you closed your eyes and tasted the evening air, you could detect the promise that fall was on it's way.

He readjusted his backpack over his right shoulder, and kept moving along the route to his Uncle Biren's house. Summer was coming to an end, which meant that school would be starting up soon, which meant that these sleepovers at his Uncle's house would become much more scarce, since he wasn't allowed to sleepover at anyone's house on a school night. Ozzen understood why this rule was necessary, but never had he been so saddened at the thought that he wouldn't get to spend the night away from home as often. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had so much fun sleeping over at other places as he did at his Uncle's house. In fact, Ozzen knew that that was the exact reason why he wished this summer would never end.

It had been just a month since his Uncle had taken him out for ice cream and had inadvertently changed his life. Though, the more Ozzen thought about it, the more he questioned whether it was unintentional or not. He always thought he had known his Uncle Biren fairly well, but now he was realizing that he had never quite understood him. Biren's seemingly eccentric behavior, that Ozzen and his mixed family had usually laughed amongst themselves about, was really a curtain that hid a number of interests and activities that his Uncle reveled in. As the young raccoon began to learn more about his Uncle, he now began to understand what some of the implications these interests had. And, as he learned more, Ozzen found that he also shared an interest in many of his Uncle's activities.

The main interest that they both shared was something that his Uncle called "age play," where Ozzen would take on the role of a younger raccoon who was still in training pants, and more often now, it seemed, in diapers. His Uncle seemed to enjoy this play a lot, too, since he had been buying more little cub outfits and toys and furniture so that Ozzen could better explore his cub side. In the weeks since all of this had started, the raccoon figured that he could probably spend a solid week in cub mode and perhaps work through all of his outfits. Of course, whenever he went to his Uncle's house now, there was usually a present waiting for him that would add something else to his growing collection of gear, and as Ozzen walked up the steps and knocked on the screen door to the house, he could see that another present was waiting inside the living room on his Uncle's side table.

A gruff voice came from the living room, out of view of Ozzen's line of sight. "Well now, who could that be?" After the question was posed, the raccoon heard his Uncle chuckle, and then added, "Well, as long as you're an adorable raccoon nephew, you can come in."

Ozzen would normally banter with his Uncle, but was too excited to find out what was in the package on the table, so he opened the door and walked into the house. As he rounded the corner he was surprised by his Uncle, who was apparently hiding off to the side, as he was picked up and swung around in circles. Ozzen laughed as his Uncle stopped and then turned him around to face him.

"I seem to have caught an intruder!" Uncle Biren proclaimed, with mock surprise. "How plead you, little bandit?"

Ozzen giggled some more, and before he could answer, his Uncle continued on.

"Hmm, that's a very good defense. Very solid. I can't seem to argue with that logic." He took Ozzen's backpack and set it on the floor, and then cradled the raccoon in his arms as he would a little baby. "And I think such a wonderfully worded argument deserves a reward!" He sat down in his favorite armchair and set Ozzen upright on one knee, then grabbed the package from his side table. "Here you go, my little bandit."

Ozzen excitedly tore at the wrapping paper and then opened the box. Inside he found a new pair of space themed footed pajamas. They had stars, planets, and rocket ships printed all over the fabric in a repeating pattern, set against a navy blue background. Ozzen smiled widely and stood up in his Uncle's lap and gave him a big hug around his large neck. "Thank you, Uncle Biren! They're really cool!" He then gave the bear a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled him under his neck.

The bear gave his nephew a big hug back. "I thought you might like those, especially since I set up the telescope in the backyard for our overnight camp out."

"Ooh! We're going to spend the night outside?" Ozzen asked excitedly.

"Indeed we are, my dear nephew. And I wanted to make sure you were warm and comfortable the whole evening." The bear chuckled to himself, then set his nephew back into a cradled position in the crook of his right arm, "At least until someone has an accident and needs a change." Biren traced one of his claws along the inside of the raccoons legs, and then patted Ozzen's belly.

Ozzen blushed, but said nothing. Instead he sheepishly raised his paw to his muzzle and began sucking on his thumb.

Biren smiled warmly at the little raccoon in his arms and then kissed the top of his nephew's head. "Of course, for you to need a change, you must first be in a diaper. Shall we get you ready for our evening of backyard camping and space exploration?"

Ozzen smiled around his thumb and nodded. Biren nodded back, and, still cradling his nephew like a cub, rose out of his seat with a grunt and made his way down to one of the spare bedrooms.

The bear flicked on the light switch with his free paw and the room lit up for the two of them to appreciate. Biren had been adding a lot of furniture and decorations to this room since he and Ozzen had started doing age play together, and looking at the old spare room now, you would swear that Biren had a little cub running around his house rather frequently. Which was pretty much true.

"Okay, let's get you settled, and then our evening can begin." The bear set Ozzen on the padded changing table, and then went to work in what would, in time, become a normal routine for the two. He unbuttoned and unzipped the raccoons shorts, and then slid them off with relative ease. Ozzen's white briefs were now visible, as was the little bulge that was forming in the crotch. Biren chuckled to himself and made a "Tsk tsk" sound. "Don't you know that little cubs don't have bumps down here?"

Ozzen blushed deeply and removed his thumb from his mouth. "I'm sorry, Uncle Biren. It's just....exciting?"

The bear smiled. "Hmm, I suppose it is." Then he reached down below the table where Ozzen couldn't see, and seemed to readjust his pants and wiggled his right leg a bit. "For the both of us." Then he winked at his nephew, which made the raccoon blush again and go back to sucking on his thumb. "Now, I need that arm, if you please." At this he gently pulled Ozzen's thumb out of his mouth, "But you can have this instead," and stuck in a green colored pacifier replace the raccoon's thumb.

Ozzen smiled as his Uncle removed his shirt, and then finally, his white underwear. He'd been diapered and changed by his Uncle a lot over the past month, but he still couldn't get past the rush of excitement he felt when he was laying naked, waiting to be dressed in whatever his Uncle Bear wanted.

Biren turned his back on the naked raccoon, and went over to a set of drawers that were colored in bright, vibrant primary pigments. He opened the top drawer and began rifling through. "Let's see, what should we dress you in this evening?" He looked back towards Ozzen "I'm afraid they didn't have any cute space themed diapers when I got your pajamas. But we'll just have to make do with what we've got." Then he turned back to the contents of the drawer, and moved things around. "Hmm, I wonder..." Biren pulled out a bright pink diaper from the drawer and held it up in one paw, then pulled out a pair of clear plastic locking pants, "...would you be ready for these?" He gave the raccoon a toothy smile as he stood there with the sissy diaper and locking plastic pants.

While Ozzen knew he was being teased, he couldn't help but react. He covered his reddening face with his paws and drew his legs up to his abdomen to try and hide is obvious excitement down below. He heard as his Uncle walk over and set the items down on the changing table, then listened as he walked away towards the closet.

"I do have a special outfit that goes with the diaper and pants." Biren picked a white box tied with a big pink bow, and brought it over to the embarrassed raccoon on the changing table. "Is my nephew ready to see what special outfit his Uncle has gotten for him?" Biren watched as Ozzen peeked past one of his paws covering his eyes, examine the package, and then cover right back up and shake his head urgently, while trying to suppress a fit of giggles. He laughed to himself, bent down and kissed the top of his nephews head, and then grabbed the diaper and pants and put them on top of the chest of drawers with the package. "No, I guess we're not quite ready for that."

Ozzen listened as his Uncle went back to rummaging and then perked up his ears when he heard a contented sigh.

"Yes, these will do nicely." Biren brought over his choice, and set them on the table. He had just gathered up the baby powder and wipes when the phone rang. "Hmm, who could that be?"

Ozzen removed his paws from his eyes, and watched as his Uncle walked out of the room to get the phone. He lay there naked, listening to the conversation happening out in the living room.

"Oh dear, really?" A pause. "Well, I'm kind of cub sitting right now." Another pause. "No, I don't know if it would be appropriate to bring him with me. At least not yet." A longer pause. "Yes, yes, I understand, I'll see what I can do." Pause. "Don't worry, I'll be there withing the hour, no matter what."

Ozzen listened as his Uncle hung up the phone, and then it sounded like he picked it back up again. The raccoon assumed his Uncle had dialed a new number, because his tone was different when he spoke.

"Hi there, Frint, how busy are you this evening? Uh, huh...uh huh...okay. I don't supposed you could put that on hold for a night, I'm kind of in a bind. You see, I am cub sitting my nephew and...yes, the raccoon...yes, the one from our lunch...yes, the one with the soap...honestly, how many raccoon nephews do you think I have?!"

There was a slight pause, and Ozzen could almost swear he could hear the person on the other end of the phone laughing.

"No, I don't think he's quite ready to see where his Uncle works, at least not yet. And besides, his suit isn't ready." His uncle paused a moment and then when he spoke again, sounded like he was getting slightly agitated. "So, can I take that as a yes?...Oh good! If you could please be over within 20 minutes?...Perfect! Thank you so much!..Yes, yes...buh-bye."

Ozzen listened as his Uncle hung up the phone and hurried back to the room.

"I'm terribly sorry, your Uncle bear had some grownup business to take care of. Oh dear, I just left you laying here naked on the changing table! What if you had fallen off?!" At this he pulled out what appeared to be some straps with buckles, and began fastening them to the table. "I really should get in the habit of making sure you're secure before I start changing you, so you're safe. But, no time like the present!

Ozzen sat up as his Uncle began to fasten the straps to his ankles and removed the pacifier from his mouth. "So, you have to go to work?"

Biren talked as he continued to fasten the restraints to his nephew. "I'm afraid I do. They have a problem that, really, only I can fix. But worry not! I have Frint coming over to look after you for a few hours while I deal with the problems at my work."

Ozzen was gently pushed down onto his back by his Uncle bear, but was only partially aware that his paws were being tied down as he talked. "Is Frint your wolf friend who...spilled my juice?" He blushed brightly as he said this, because it really wasn't juice that the wolf had spilled, and he really didn't mind when he was made to finish what was left in his cup that day.

Having just finished securing the raccoon to the table, he paused a moment and looked down at his questioning nephew, smiled knowingly at the look on the raccoons face, and gave him a lick on the nose. "Yes. He's that wolf." A wink, and then, "Okay, let's see if this is acceptable. Please move your legs."

Ozzen, finally realizing what his Uncle had been doing, was surprised to find that as he moved his legs, he could only lift them up so far, just about the right height for a diaper to be slid underneath his bottom.

The bear nodded. "Now your arms."

Ozzen tried moving them, but these were bound very securely to the table. The raccoon noted that the cuffs were lined with a very soft padding, so it was not uncomfortable at all. He giggled, and looked shyly at his Uncle Biren. "So, where do you work?"

The bear had gathered up the supplies again and was getting to work on diapering his naked nephew. "Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that. At least not yet."

Ozzen perked up as he asked the next question. "At least not until my suit is done?!"

The bear smirked, picked up the pacifier Ozzen had taken out and stuck it right back into the raccoons smiling mouth. "That's enough questions for one evening, mister. Now shush, your Uncle bear needs to concentrate. I don't want to stick you with the safety pins." With that, the bear proceeded to position the soft and thick diaper under the raccoon's bottom, and then around his legs, and finally pinned it in place.

Ozzen looked down after his Uncle was done, and saw a thick, white diaper with an alphabet print, fastened around his waist and legs. Deep inside, an unidentifiable happiness kindled itself back to life as he wiggled his tail and legs and enjoyed the sensation of the soft fabric on his excited and sensitive area. Then he closed his eyes as he listened to his Uncle snap a pair of plastic pants over his big cub diaper. Sighing deeply, he let his worries and troubles melt away.

It certainly hadn't seemed like twenty minutes to Ozzen, being strapped on the changing table in a soft diaper, but soon he heard someone knocking on the front door and he was snapped back into the present. Was he that comfortable that he had accidentally fallen asleep? He couldn't be sure. He listened as his Uncle opened the front door and the voice of the wolf seemed to boom in the previous quiet of the house.

"So, where is out cute little pissy pants?" Frint asked the room at large.

At this Ozzen heard his Uncle Biren growl a little, and then in a quieter voice, though still loud enough for Ozzen to hear, "Now you be good to my nephew, Frint. This is a delicate time for him, and he's still figuring a lot of things out. I don't want you pushing him to do anything that he doesn't want to do, or that he isn't ready for."

Ozzen listed as the wolf seemed to chuckle, "As I remember it, Biren, it was you that had our little raccoon finish off the 'juice' that was in his cup that day."

Biren cleared his throat, then continued, "That's because he's my nephew and I know what he can and can't handle, and the signs of what he's shown an interest in, even if he doesn't realize what they mean." Frint only chuckled in his guttural manner, and Biren pressed on. "So, can I count on you to be good to my nephew?"

At this, the wolf seemed to grow serious, which surprised Ozzen a bit. "Certainly. You have my word as your pipe brother that I will protect and care for Ozzen to my fullest ability, and that he will be as happy and contented when you return, as when you leave him in my care."

There was a little pause, Ozzen could imagine his Uncle considering it very seriously, then the bear spoke, "Okay, I accept your pledge. Come on, he's in here on the changing table."

The bear and the wolf walked the short distance to the nursery and when they entered, Frint gave a very loud "Awww! He's so cute! But where's his clothes?"

Biren walked over and started tickling the raccoon's belly, which made him squirm and giggle, and made the bear smile widely as we watched his little nephew helplessly pull against the restraints. "I was going to put him in his new astronaut pajamas and take him out back for some stargazing, but we'll have to wait and do that another night this week. If you'd like, you can take him on a little stroll, maybe to the park? He has some general clothes in the drawers over there," he pointed towards the chest of drawers that held all the diapers, "and he has some more specialty outfits in the closet." Biren then pointed to the closet. "I'll just let you get him dressed and then you can figure out how best to keep him entertained. I must be off."

Ozzen chittered sadly around his pacifier and have his Uncle the saddest look he could muster.

Frint laughed, "Could those eyes get any bigger?"

Biren only scratched under his nephew's chin and replied to the wolf, "He is rather good at it, isn't he?" Then he leaned down and spoke softly to Ozzen, "I'm sorry, but Uncle Biren has to go to work for just a bit. I promise I'll be back soon, and then maybe we can still do a little camping out back. Now, be a good boy for Frint." Then he kissed the raccoon on top of the head, and headed out the door. Before he opened the garage door, he called back "Have fun, you two!" Then he was off to work.

The wolf seemed to growl with pleasure as he looked down at the bound and diapered raccoon. "Oh, don't worry, we will."

Ozzen wished he could hide his face behind his paws, but seeing as how they were strapped to either side of his head, all he could to was shut his eyes tightly, and wonder what the wolf had planned. He still had mixed feelings about what had happened at the restaurant earlier that summer, and those feelings seemed to be at war with themselves as he was once again left alone with the wolf. The one consolation was that at least the tiger wasn't here as well. Maybe with the wolf being without his friend, things might go a bit differently. Plus, his Uncle did trust Frint enough to look after him, so that should say a lot about his character. At least, that is what Ozzen hoped.

Frint began to hum, and Ozzen peeked out of one eye to watch the wolf's back as he walked over to the closet. "My my, your Uncle Biren dose dote on you, doesn't he, little one?" He picked an article of clothing from the closet and seemed to examine it. "Well this is rather smart, if I do say so." The wolf had picked out the shortalls with the tan and dusty blue checkered pattern, matching cap, and a navy blue shirt combo, all hung on the same hanger. Ozzen's Uncle had arranged all his new cubby outfits like this, and the collection kept growing with each visit to the bear's house. "But, it's not really the feeling we should go for tonight, I think." The wolf put it back and searched the closet some more. "Hmm, there is the sailor suit he bought you right after our first...meeting. A lot of good memories with that one." Frint looked over his shoulder and grinned at Ozzen, which made the raccoon shut his one open eye again. The wolf chuckled. "But, it still doesn't feel right to me. Well, maybe the drawers will have something more to our liking."

Ozzen heard him move over to the chest of drawers, but instead of hearing the expected sound of a drawer being opened, the wolf gave an approving grow. "My oh my, what is this?"

Now Ozzen had to open his eyes and what he saw made his stomach feel like he just went off the first drop on a roller coaster. The wolf was holding up the pink diaper and locking pants his Uncle had pulled out earlier, but never put away.

"Oh, these are precious! And from the lovely pink bow on the box, I'd say they are part of a set!" Frint set the diaper and plastic pants down on the top of the drawers, and then began opening the box with the pink ribbon.

Before Ozzen could stop himself, he was protesting to the wolf, his pacifier flying out of his mouth and onto the floor. "Hey! That's my....uhh...that's....umm...." He trailed off and wished he had just continued to suck on the pacifier.

The wolf held the box in one paw and picked up the diaper and locking pants in the other, and sauntered over to the bound raccoon. "You say this is your present?" He set the diaper and pants down on the changing table, but held the white box with the partially untied pink ribbon to the side of the table where Ozzen could turn his head to see it.

The raccoon stumbled for the right words. "It's...well....it will be...mine."

Frint mulled this over in his head, then smiled. "Will be. Indicating a future time. Though it was out while you were strapped to this table, and hadn't been opened yet. Which means your Uncle likely presented it to you before now, and so, in the past. And the future, according to that moment, is now the present, and so it logically is the right time to open it. Don't you think?"

"Uhhh..." Ozzen blinked. It did make a kind of sense.

"Certainly. And what better time to open a present than the present, I always say!" The wolf removed the rest of the pink ribbon, took the top off the box, and seemed to melt when he saw it's contents.

Out of Ozzen's peripheral vision, all he could make out was more pink clothing in the box, and he felt that was all the info he needed to guess where this was going.

Frint set the box down and then began pulling out all it's contents. One by one he held them up to show to the blushing raccoon. "Oh, you are going to look so cute! Look at these adorable frilly panties, and these locking mittens and booties! Ooh! A nice pink bonnet and a cute little belly shirt! Oh my, your Uncle does think the world of you, doesn't he?!" He didn't even wait for a response, he simply got to work at unsnapping Ozzen's current pair of plastic pants, and then unfastening the safety pins and removing the diaper.

Ozzen was still surprised by all of this, so his normally excited state was rather subdued at the moment, though the wolf didn't comment on any of that. He worked so quickly it seemed like he was afraid that Biren would return home at any moment and ruin his fun.

He slipped the diaper under Ozzen's bottom, sliding his tail through it's opening, and then bringing it up and positioning it between the legs and finally gathering some pink safety pins from the box to secure the very fluffy and very pink padding around the waist.

It was at this point that Ozzen was brought back to what was happening, if only because this diaper felt amazing. It was so soft and smooth against his delicate parts, that he couldn't help but chitter softly in appreciation.

Frint hardly seemed to notice as he was now putting the booties on the raccoon's feet and locking them in place with some small pink locks he found in the box as well. Then he moved on to Ozzen's paws, sliding the soft and silky mitts over his dark furred digits, locking them in place with more little pink padlocks. It was at this point that the raccoon was finally let free from the restraints, though with all the new sensations, they were hardly necessary. Ozzen was still reveling in the smooth and loving sensations of the diaper and his booties and mittens.

"Almost there, sweetie, we just need to get some protection over this diaper, and then put on your shirt and bonnet, and then we can take you for a nice stroll to show everyone just how pretty you look!"

Ozzen just nodded, only taking in parts of what the wolf was saying. Frint pulled on the clear locking plastic pants, securing said lock in the chain that was pulled tight enough around the waist to make sure they could not be taken off by the wearer, then he slid the pink frilly diaper cover over the diaper and plastic pants. Now he had Ozzen sit up and put his arms above his head so that he could put on the cute pink shirt, and then finally finished the outfit with the wonderful pink bonnet.

Every part of the outfit felt so silky smooth and soft that Ozzen didn't mind at all that Frint was almost giggling in his gruff voice at the sight of him. If he looked ridiculous in this get up, so be it. Anything was worth it to feel this wonderful. Ozzen felt himself being picked up and then set down on the floor; and when the wolf took his pink mitten-covered paw in his large paw, the raccoon simply followed along like a good cub. Only partially aware of himself, since he was still engrossed in all the sensations he was feeling, it seemed as though any defiant streak he had was locked away somewhere he couldn't quite access.

"Such a sweet little boy you are! Waddling around in your adorable pink outfit! Oh, I'll need to give your Uncle a very special thank you when he gets back. But before then, I think we should take a little stroll to the park, don't you?"

Coming a little back to his senses, Ozzen nodded to the wolf. The park did sound like fun, and when you were feeling this great, didn't you want to have as much fun as possible?

Frint chuckled his approval, and then led the little raccoon towards the garage. "Now, if I were your Uncle, where would I put the stroller? We certainly don't want you walking to the park. You'd get that cute little outfit all dirty!" He opened the garage and flicked on the light. Biren's car was gone, which made the place seem a lot bigger now that there was such a large gap of available space. On the back wall, the wolf spotted a forest green baby stroller. Frint chuckled again, then picking Ozzen up, made his way over to the stroller. "Your Uncle and his fondness for green."

Ozzen was set into the stroller's seat, his legs being guided around the bar in the middle, and then he leaned back as the wolf buckled him in securely.

"Now you wait here like a good boy while your Uncle Frint goes and gets up some supplies!" And with that, the wolf headed back into the house.

The raccoon didn't mind if Frint took as long as he wanted, because this meant he could now explore his outfit a little better. First, he held up his pink booties, which he found had pink ribbons and ruffles at the top where they were locked around his ankles. Wiggling his toes inside the wonderful material, he giggled quietly to himself. Next he appreciated his pink thumbless mittens, which were very similar to the booties. Then he looked down and found that his shirt was short enough that it exposed his belly a tiny bit, just enough to see his belly button. Then, saving the best for last, he moved his mitten clad paws over the front of his pink diaper cover, loving the sleek feeling of the fabric gliding over the same fabric. Now he pressed a little harder, loving the crinkling noise the plastic pants made, and then even harder as he moved down to the very center of his crotch. That soft and sleek sensation was so wonderful down there, he couldn't help but let a small moan of pleasure escape from his muzzle.

"My my, it seems we are enjoying our new outfit, aren't we?" Frint said with a wicked grin.

Ozzen, shocked that he hadn't heard the wolf come back, turned a horrible shade of red and instantly covered his face with his pink mittens in hopes the wolf wouldn't see how embarrassed he looked.

The wolf chuckled and bent down. "Oh, it's okay, sweetie. If I were wearing something like that, I'd certainly want to play with myself." When the raccoon uncovered his face, Frint gave him a wink. "But, that's not quite proper for a little cub, and we must be very proper when out and about in public. Or at least not broadcast things so much." He reached into the diaper bag that Biren usually carried around whenever he took his nephew out somewhere in public, and then pulled out a bottle. "Here, this should keep those busy paws occupied." And he held the nipple up to the raccoon's muzzle.

Ozzen took the bottle into both his paws, and began nursing on the contents of the bottle. To his pleasure, he found it was filled with chocolate milk.

"There's a good, lad. And, if you finish that before we get to the park, I promise you a wonderful surprise!" With this, Frint opened the garage door, moved the stroller outside into the warm summer night, closed the garage, and then began pushing Ozzen to the park.

The journey to the park was uneventful, save for how quickly the raccoon had finished his bottle of chocolate milk. He was curious about what sort of surprise Frint had planned for him and he didn't want a little bit of leftover milk in his bottle to stand in the way of his finding out.

The sun had been down for well over an hour, and the clear summer night was inviting. Most of the park's lights had been turned off, with a few still shining at key points throughout the park. One that remained lit was right by the playground and picnic pavilion, which is where the wolf was wheeling them to at that moment.

Frint, puffing away at his pipe that he had lit shortly after starting the trip to the park, growled appreciatively at the fine night. "I always enjoyed nights like this when I was your age, little one. Always fun to get out after dark and cause some mischief." He puffed again, "Of course, my mischief didn't involve being wheeled around in a baby stroller while wearing a pink diaper and sissy outfit." He chuckled quietly, "Much to my dismay."

They stopped at the playground, parking the stroller next to one of the benches that surrounded the area that housed the jungle-gym and slides and swings. Frint moved around to the front of the stroller and crouched down to address Ozzen. "Well now, it looks like someone was thirsty." He took the empty bottle away from the raccoon and placed it in a large pouch on the stroller. "I guess being so cute is hard work." He pinched Ozzen's blushing cheek, and then puffed a cloud of smoke in the raccoon's face. He smiled as he watched Ozzen sniff the smoke appreciatively, and then unknowingly move his pink mitten-covered paws down towards his thickly diapered crotch. "Now, now, I told you we need to keep a low profile. And a good little cub shouldn't do such things in public." Frint lightly swatted Ozzen's paws away, and then started unbuckling him from the stroller.

"Sorry, Mr. Frint." The blushing raccoon said in a soft, more adolescent tone.

Picking him up out of the stroller, the wolf smiled. "It's okay, you're still young and haven't learned self control yet. When you're a big boy and wearing training pants, I'm sure you'll be much better at it!" Then he playfully bopped the raccoon in his arms.

Though he was blushing, Ozzen couldn't help but giggle. Then he was carried over to the slide and placed at the top of the stairs.

"Now wait for Uncle Frint to get to the bottom so he can catch you, okay?"

Ozzen nodded, and then sat down on the top of the slide and waited for the wolf to get into place. When Frint made a motion for him to slide down, the little raccoon pushed off and rushed down to meet the pipe smoking wolf.

Frint caught him before he hit the ground, then tossed him up into the air in one fluid motion while making a high toned "weeeee!" sound. He caught Ozzen, then moved the raccoon into the crook of one arm and began tickling his exposed belly. "Oh what a brave boy you are! Tickle tickle tickle!"

Ozzen squirmed and fidgeted at the tickling and couldn't help but laugh at the sensation. "He he he, oh, he he, stop! I'm going to wet myself! He he he..."

Frint stopped and looked down at the raccoon, still puffing at his pipe. "And what is wrong with that, little one?" He moved a large paw over the crotch of the diaper and massaged gently. "That's what this is for, isn't it?" He was pleased to see the raccoon close his eyes and become very passive at the massaging, then nod at what the wolf had just said. "That's right, diapers are made to be used. There's a good lad." He kept massaging the front of the diaper, waiting for the warmth to spread all over it, but nothing came. After a moment, he stopped. "Hmm, must not need to go just yet."

Ozzen chittered sadly at the wolf for having stopped touching the diaper in the special spot, but said nothing.

Frint chuckled and puffed a little on the raccoon. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure you'll get more of that, once you're a little wet down there." Then he looked out across the playground, and hummed to himself. He turned Ozzen over in his arm and then started brushing off the bottom of the pink diaper cover. "That slide is a little dirty, I think we should let you swing for a bit." Carrying the pink clothed raccoon over to the swings, he chose one meant for larger cubs, and set him down into the seat, maneuvering Ozzen's legs through the seat's holes. The swing seat was fully enclosed, so that when a little cub was placed in it, he wouldn't fall out. "There, all set?"

Ozzen kicked his pink-booted feet, loving the small metallic tinkle that the locks and chains made as they bounced of each other from the motion of his legs. "Yup! Push me, Frint!"

The wolf almost barked a laugh, then got behind the raccoon and put his paws on the back of the swing. "Hold on tight, little one." Then gave a firm push.

It had been years since Ozzen had been on a swing; ever since he entered middle school and playing on a playground was practically taboo. But with that sudden rush of night air against his face and legs, all those concerns went right out of his mind. Perhaps it helped that he was dressed in a thick pink diaper and locked into a sissy outfit, but he felt so much like a little cub again, that he couldn't help but giggle enthusiastically as Frint kept pushing. Soon, he was laughing to the wolf, "Higher! Higher!" and was pleased to see that his requests were granted each time. They soon reached the maximum height they could achieve between the big wolf's forceful pushes and the small raccoon's well-timed kicks. Before too long, the wolf stood off to the side and puffed happily on his pipe as he watched Ozzen swing and giggle for a while longer.

After a few more minutes, Frint waited and caught the swing near the bottom of its pendulous movement, and stopped the raccoon's fun. "Sorry, little one, but your Uncle Frint needs to use the little cubs room. Now, I want you to be safe while you're out here alone, so no swinging," then Frint moved his large, strong paw over the thick and soft crotch of Ozzen's pink diaper, and gave a little squeeze, "and no playing down here."

Ozzen almost instantly began to moan, happy to have attention back there again, and, with eyes half closed, instinctively moved his pink mitten-covered paws down to the area that was getting massaged.

"Uh-uh, little one, I said no playing down here. It's not something proper little cubs do. And you are a proper little cub, aren't you?" The raccoon nodded, seemingly half listening to the wolf. "And proper little cubs wet their diapers, don't they?" Again, Ozzen nodded. The wolf smiled, puffed a bit at his pipe, and kept massaging for a minute longer, just to the point where the raccoon was starting to fidget. "But, you're not quite ready yet to be a proper little cub. I think you might need a bit more to drink. We'll take care of that after I get back from the restroom. Until then," at this, Frint puffed on his pipe a few times, then removed it from his muzzle and held it over one of the slick, pink mittens locked over the raccoon's paw, "I want you to hold onto this. Don't drop it, or else there won't be any more fun tonight. Got it?"

Ozzen quickly brought up his other paw next to the one Frint was placing his pipe in, and between the two pink mittens, he was able to cradle the large, smoldering pipe. He gulped, and mumbled "Yes, Sir."

Frint chuckled, rubbed his paw on top of Ozzen's bonnet covered head, in the manner he would if he were tussling up the raccoon's head-fur, and then said "Good boy."

Ozzen watched him walk over to the stroller, grab something out of one of the pouches, and then head into the brick building which housed the restrooms. His mind wandered for a moment as he considered what Frint has grabbed, but the slight shifting of the pipe on his mittens brought him back to the task at hand. He rebalanced the large straight-stemmed briar so that the bowl rested as vertically as possible. He was having far too much fun this evening to let it end so soon.

The pipe smoldered there in his paws for what seemed like forever. In that time, Ozzen couldn't help but bend down and sniff at the small whiffs of smoke that emanated from the warm bowl. He almost instantly regretted doing so, as the front of his diaper, that the wolf enjoyed massaging so much, became that much firmer from his increased excitement. Ozzen had a good idea that this is what Frint had planned, since he wouldn't be able to do a thing about it if he wanted all of this to continue.

The door to the restroom finally opened, and the wolf emerged, looking rather pleased with himself. "Ah! Much better! And how's our little man doing?" He walked over and took the pipe from the raccoon, placed it back in his muzzle, and puffed a couple of times to bring it back to life. "I see you did as you were told. What an obedient cub you are. I can see why your Uncle is so fond of you." He pinched the raccoon's cheek again, and almost at the same time, withdrew a bottle from his back pocket. "You've been so good all night, I think it's time you got your reward." The wolf smiled down at the little raccoon in the sissy pink outfit sitting in the cub swing, and puffed a mighty cloud of smoke down on Ozzen.

Ozzen couldn't help but breath in the intoxicating aroma of the wolf's pipe smoke, and his already firm diaper seemed to get a little bit tighter around the crotch. It wasn't until the cloud had dissipated that he noticed the bottle hovering just inches from his muzzle. It was at that point, as well, that he noticed just what was in the bottle. Light amber colored liquid sloshed around in the nearly full baby bottle, and that was all Ozzen needed to know to suss out just what the wolf had been doing in the bathroom.

A vivid image of him sitting outside the restaurant on the white tiger's lap, while the wolf poured his own urine on him and the tiger, swam into Ozzen's mind. What was worse was that Frint had used Ozzen's cup to do all this, but left just a little in there so that he had to drink what was left after he was ordered to do so by his Uncle Biren.

Still, in the raccoon's mind, perhaps the worst thing of all was that he had actually liked it, deep down in the dark part of himself where he enjoyed all the cub play and pipes and who knew what else? It made him feel funny to access that part of him. A good sort of funny, but still a little odd from what he thought he should be feeling.

The wolf may have guessed at some of the emotions swirling inside of the raccoon, because he moved the bottle closer, and with his free paw, he moved it down to Ozzen's diapered crotch, and began to massage. "Don't worry, it will all become clearer to you as you get older."

Ozzen tried to fight the feelings swarming up from his groin into his belly and then to his head, but lost the battle quickly as the wolf's expert paw massaged and groped the diaper, seemingly coaxing more out of the raccoon than just the desire to wet the diaper. When he gasped at a particular well placed caress, Frint popped the bottle into Ozzen's opened muzzle. And as the wolf puffed his pipe down on the raccoon and massaged his diaper, Ozzen couldn't help but start sucking at the bottle.

The wolf growled a smokey praise. "Good boy. Drink it all up."

Ozzen had been expecting the salty and bitter taste of Frint's urine to come seeping into his mouth when he started sucking, but to his surprise, all he tasted was ordinary apple juice. The surprise on his face must have been quite comical because the wolf barked a laugh, puffing smoke as he did so. "What? Were you expecting some of Uncle Frint's special wolf juice?" The raccoon blushed slightly and smiled in response, then grabbed the bottle with his mitten-clad paws, and started drinking faster. "He he, thirsty little tyke, aren't we?" Frint smiled as he kept one paw on the raccoons diaper, and moved the other around to the bottom so he could pick him up out of the seat. He cradled Ozzen in the crook of his arm again, which gave him all the access he needed to the little raccoon's diapered crotch.

Reacting to the new onslaught of expert touches, Ozzen closed his eyes and moved his legs apart to give the wolf better access to the area, all the while still slurping down the apple juice in the bottle.

"There we go, drink up. I'm sure your little bladder is getting very full by now."

Ozzen half nodded, though he was mostly lost in the wonderful sensations below, at least until those wonderful sensations stopped and he felt the wolf's paw now pressing down on his bladder.

"Now remember what I said, good cubs get special treats. And to be a good cub, you need to use your diaper." Frint pressed down on the raccoon's bladder some more, feeling the tension in his abdomen as he tried with all his might to hold it in. "You do want to be a good cub, don't you, little one?" He thought he felt a little tremble in the abdomen just then. "Don't you?" The raccoon nodded very slightly, he had stopped drinking. "Sweetie?" And that's when Frint felt the raccoons abdomen relax and heard the soft sound of liquid splashing against silky soft pink fabric. He moved his large paw back down to the crotch, and relished the warmth that spread from that spot out, into to the surrounding diaper. "Goooood boy. Very good." Then he started massaging the diaper again, only now he could feel quite clearly the firm member of the teenage raccoon in the sissy outfit, and he was able to use his skills more effectively.

Ozzen gasped as the wolf renewed the caressing of his arousal, only now, with the diaper being soaked in that area, it seemed to cling to his sensitive parts while the silky and soft as the fabric slid over him at the same time. He could feel that rushing sensation of release that he craved in the dark hours of the night inside his bedroom, when he was alone. He knew it was coming quick, and he wanted so much for that sweet point of expectation, right before he climaxed, to last forever.

Frint growled and streamed smoke down on the sissy raccoon, as he watched with pleasure the expressions that played across Ozzen's face, knowing he was very close. "What a good little cub you are...and here's your reward."

Ozzen had fallen asleep very quickly after everything had finished, but he did remember making a lot of noise, and then being set into the stroller by the wolf. After that, it was a blur of wonderful feelings and mysterious fantasies that he forgot upon waking up as the stroller stopped at the front porch of his Uncle house. His vision was a little blurry, so he rubber his eyes and was surprised to find he still had his pink mittens locked on. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, maybe because he had expected them to dissolve with the dream upon waking. That maybe it had all been a dream. But the cool and wet spot at the front of his diaper told him otherwise, and he was pretty sure he was stickier down there than what he ought to be from just wetting his diaper.

"Well, it seems like you succeeded in getting my nephew to wear his special outfit, and go out in it for a night time stroll at well" Biren said as he opened the front screen door, and then descended the short set of wooden steps that led down to the concrete walkway which connected the driveway to the front porch.

Frint laughed. "It's surprisingly easy when you have him buckled down onto a changing table. Of course, he didn't complain...much."

Biren smiled at the wolf, then looked down at Ozzen, who was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Have a nice nap, sleepy head?" He crouched down and undid the belt that was fastened around the raccoon's lap, then lifted him out and cradled him gently over his shoulder, with one large paw resting on the bottom of his pink diaper and the other resting on the back of his pink, frilly shirt. "Uh-oh, it feels like someone's a little wet." He patted the raccoons moist bottom.

"Hmm, perhaps a bit more than wet. He might be a little sticky upfront, if you catch my meaning?" Frint said to Biren.

The bear's paw moved slightly towards the front of the diaper, where it was more wet, and seemed to tickle it with a digit. Ozzen moaned sleepily, enjoying the attention to the spent area. "I see. I take it he was a good boy, then?"

The wolf growled contentedly. "Oh yes, very good. He wet his diaper like a good little cub ought to. Which made it much easier to give him his reward."

Biren chuckled, then spoke softly to the sleepy raccoon. "Well, I hope you enjoyed that, because I think we might just start some special training tomorrow morning."

Ozzen wasn't sure what his Uncle was getting at, but he was so sleepy and happy that he didn't much care at this moment. He just nuzzled into his Uncle's neck, and started drifting off to sleep. Before he slipped into a new dream, he caught a few snippets of the remaining conversation between his Uncle and Frint.

"Thank you for looking after him on such short notice. They almost botched months of data I've been acquiring at work. Fortunately, though, I think I did have a major breakthrough."

Frint sounded intrigued at this news. "Oh really? So you think you almost have a prototype suit ready? Who's going to be the lucky test subject? Need any volunteers?" The tone in the wolf's voice made no pretense about his interest in being said volunteer.

Biren laughed quietly, then whispered to the wolf. "No, I think I have the perfect little volunteer right here."

Frint growled gently into the night, amusement hidden in the softness. "He's one lucky cub, if I do say so."

Biren responded, "I think I'm a pretty lucky Uncle."

"Heh heh, that you are. That you are." Ozzen heard the wolf walk across the grass out towards his car parked on the side of the street. "We'll see the two of you tomorrow at the meet?"

The raccoon felt his Uncle nod. "Definitely. I think he'll very much enjoy it, and he has a new outfit to show off as well." Then the bear waved. "Goodnight. Time to get this little guy to bed."

Frint answered back into the warm summer night. "Goodnight, and sweet dreams, to the both of you."

Then Ozzen was carried into Uncle Biren's house to be tucked into his crib in the ever-growing nursery.