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The handyman woke up at seven. Oscar, a red fox, rubbed his eyes while he sat up in bed. He was still a little sleepy, but a nice hot shower would help shake out the cobwebs. After enjoying a ten minute-long shower, Oscar put on his work clothes -- a buttoned-up blue shirt with a collar, casual brown pants and a handy tool belt. He got out of the house, hopped into his white pickup truck and went to his first job of the day. He was hired to do some painting and drywalling for an elderly mare, Celia, who was also a long-time customer of his. With every job he was hired for, Oscar was charming, attentive and dedicated to getting everything done right. He was a perfectionist who laughed when he made mistakes. He always listened to country music as he worked -- and that kept him mellow. Oscar always stuck to his routine.

During his break, he stood in Celia's backyard and smoked a cigarette. Each cigarette served as a reminder for the 32-year-old fox to quit, but the sweet perfume of nicotine kept him addicted to the poisonous flavor. He was able to bear the burden of maintaining a smoking habit, but he found the task to be monotonous if not embarrassing. He always looked for a spot in the shade so he could smoke and feel somewhat obscured from view. Once he was done with his cigarette, he went back to work and looked chipper doing it. By mid-afternoon, Oscar bid farewell to his loyal customer with a paycheck in paw and returned back home to change into his casual clothes.

Standing in the center of his kitchen, Oscar helped himself to a granola bar and a banana. He looked out his window in the kitchen, which was above the sink. He looked out to his small backyard. The trees were blowing in the wind. The landscaping was modest but colorful. He was also a skillful gardener and planted several roses around his property. It was summer and the roses were starting to bloom. He could smell the roses because the window was open by a few inches. It smelled much better than cigarettes, he thought. He wanted to stand in the kitchen for a few minutes and remain awestruck by his beauty of nature outside his window, but he suddenly heard a large vehicle pull up to his residence. It sounded like the vehicle had parked in front of the house.

Oscar calmly opened the front door and watched a moving van pull into the driveway of his neighbor's house beside him. The house next door had been for sale for four months. The house was sold about a month earlier and the new buyers were moving in. The buyers were a middle-aged couple: a lion and a lioness. Oscar sat on the porch and watched the new neighbors move in. Suddenly, his conscience forced him to rise to his feet and help the movers.

"Good afternoon, how are you? I'm Oscar. I'm your next-door neighbor," said Oscar as he extended his paw to the lion.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jack. Friends call me Doctor Brown." The lion shook his paw and smiled warmly.

"Oh, you're a doctor?"

Brown nodded. "I'm a psychologist."

Oscar looked at his watch. Concerned, he looked back at Brown. "Uh oh. Are you billing me now?" joked Oscar. He chuckled.

Brown rolled his eyes. "Not yet. So, what do you do, Oscar?"

"I'm a handyman... at your service. If you need any help, give me a call!"

Brown patted the fox on the shoulder briefly. "As a matter of fact, would you be able to trim this tree in my yard? The sellers let this tree grow over my roof and it's a mess. If you can trim a few of the branches blocking the drainage gutters on my roof, I'll definitely compensate you."

"No problem!"

Oscar got up early the next day to help his new neighbor. He brought his trusty latter and a tree branch lopper that was perfect for the task. He was hoping to make friends with the neighbors and expand his network of potential clients. He was struggling a little financially, so he didn't hesitate much when people offered him a job. But make no mistake, saying "yes" to everything had its consequences. For Oscar, if he was able to get the job done and was able to get referrals from satisfied clients, he could deal with the consequences. And in this situation with the new neighbors, Oscar was happy to do the work out of goodwill. After a few hours of working, Oscar was able to remove the obstracting branches from his neighbors' roof gutters -- an easy task.

When he climbed down the latter, Oscar suffered from an allergy attack. There was pollen in the air and it went straight into the fox's nostrils. He had a sneezing fit. Looking for a tissue, Oscar knocked on Dr. Brown's back patio door. The lion walked over and opened it.

"How's it going?" asked Brown.

"Eh, well I took care of the branches. Think you can direct me to some tissues?" Oscar sniffed. "Been sneezing."

"If you walk through the hallway behind me and open the first door to your right, you'll find some Kleenex in the bathroom."

"Thank you," said Oscar with his paws clasped in prayer. He bowed his head to Brown before heading into the bathroom. As he reached the bathroom, Oscar thought he heard Brown saying, "Hey, wait!" He walked inside, turned on the lights and found a box of tissues on top of the toilet. When he reached for the tissues, Oscar saw something strange tucked between the toilet and the sink. It was a bag of adult diapers, which were opened. He knew it was adult diapers because the diapers inside the bag looked three times as big as cub diapers. Immediately, Oscar developed divergent views about Dr. Brown. He wondered if the neighbor or his wife was wearing diapers. "Gross," he thought. Then again, he thought that the diapers were probably there to allay some medical issues.

The doctor knew why Oscar didn't quickly emerge from the bathroom. Brown was momentarily paralyzed with inaction. He stopped short of following Oscar into the bathroom and explaining why he had a bag of adult diapers sitting on his bathroom floor. For a moment, Brown forgot that the diapers were there. Before Oscar came inside the house, Brown was in the process of taking out the diapers from the bag and neatly placing them underneath his sink. He stood in the living room, looking nervous with his arms crossed. To an extent, he calmed down. "It's not a problem," he thought. "Why should I be concerned about what others think of me?" He took a deep breath and stretched his arms wide. Oscar came out of the bathroom with a very cheeky smile. A chill of concern went down Brown's spine.

"Feel free to send me your invoice anytime," Brown said to Oscar.

"N-no. It's alright. It's on me." Oscar struck a calm, empathetic tone.

"Are you sure? I have no problem payi --"

Oscar waved his paws dismissively. "No, no. Quite alright."

"Can I, at least, get you something to drink? Coke? Beer?"

"Oh... sure. I'll take a coke."

"You got it!"

Brown walked into the kitchen to get Oscar his drink. His wife was standing in front of the kitchen counter, preparing for dinner. The lioness was cutting carrots. Mary-Ann noticed that her husband looked concerned; that was starkly clear. As he opened up the fridge, Mary-Ann asked him, "Are you okay?"

Brown took out a can of Pepsi and closed the fridge. "Oscar saw my diapers, I think."

She turned her head slightly. "And that's a problem... why?"

"It's a little embarrassing."

She went back to cutting carrots. "I suppose it is, I guess. But, you know, wearing them as much as you do, someone's gonna find out sooner or later."

"Thanks for the support, honey," Brown said with bitter sarcasm.

"If it bothers you that much, hypnotize him or something -- I don't know!"

Brown was also a certified hypnotherapist. He decided to explore hypnotism after watching several TV shows on the subject. As a young feline, Brown was always fascinated with mind control. It seemed like a mystery, but it was a mystery he wanted to solve. After two years of training, Brown received his certification.

"Maybe I will," said Brown, rubbing his chin.

"Oh please... I was joking!"

The doctor returned to the living room to give Oscar soda. Oscar thanked Brown. When the fox made an attempt to leave through the front door of the house, Brown said to him, "What's the hurry?"

Oscar shook his head. "Oh... nothing. Didn't want to impose."

"You're not imposing at all! Have a seat on the sofa over here."

Brown was caught in between the emotions of embarrassment and amusement. He didn't want anyone other than his wife to know that he wore diapers let alone wearing them for recreational use. However, he was roused by the suspicion that Oscar knew about the diapers. It felt like he was "caught" in the act, which produced a slight adrenaline rush. He contemplated how he would hypnotize Oscar. There were so many ways to do it. Oscar didn't expect anything. He sat down on Brown's living room sofa, drinking soda. Brown's attitude toward Oscar changed as they talked about their backgrounds. He liked Oscar; thought he was handsome, friendly and a fine young fox that was ripe for the picking. Maybe he'll play along, thought Brown.

The doctor's demeanor improved as the conversation progressed. Brown started losing his nervousness around Oscar. After a while, it seemed like two old friends were talking to each other.

"I've had some interesting patients, though. I'll respect the doctor-patient confidentiality, but to be candid, dealing with as many patients as I have can make one go a little crazy," said the lion. He pushed his eyeglasses further up his muzzle.

"At least you get paid for it," Oscar chuckled. "Just ride on the subway in New York for ten minutes, and you get the whole shebang for free."

Brown shrugged and pretended to weigh like a scale with his paws. "More or less," he said.

Oscar stretched his arms and yawned. "Man, it's been a long day," he told Brown as he put his empty can of soda on the coffee table in front of him.

"I'm sure. Feeling sleepy?"

"You could say that," Oscar yawned again.

"You feel like closing your eyes... take a deep breath... relax."

Brown spoke slowly and softly. He repeated the commands "close your eyes" and "sleep" a few times. His words were drawn out, but he remained assertive in tone. Oscar began to close his eyes. Suddenly, the fox felt calm and at peace. Not before long, Oscar became completely motionless. His head slid into a comfortable position on the couch. It appeared that Brown's hypnosis worked. Oscar remained conscious as his mind was only receptive to Brown's instructions. Brown slowly got up from the chair he was sitting on and quietly walked over to Oscar. He listened to the fox's breathing; it was measured but the inhales were sharp. Everything was going according to plan.

"One of the things you'll be able to find -- as you start to go deeper and deeper into a trance -- is that you see an idea forming," Brown told Oscar while he was in a deep hypnotic state. "As you allow yourself to go deeper into trance, you can allow your subconscience to take control of this idea. You can take all the time you want to do this. Now, as this idea continues to form, your body becomes more relaxed. All your muscles are loosening up. You relinquish control of everything in order to grab this idea. So enjoy the process of clearing your mind. Slowly, the idea appears and it brings you great joy. Then, the idea appears. It's what you've been waiting for all your life.

"Suddenly, you're looking for something that makes you feel safe and secure. And then it hits you. You require diapers. That's right, Oscar. You are like a cub. You have always used your diapers like a good cub boy. The feeling of wetness between your legs gives you happiness. When you soil your diaper, you feel accomplished because only good boys wear diapers that are full. When you come back to the living room, you'll find a bag of diapers is in the bathroom. They are yours. You need to put one on. You never go about your day without wearing one. You feel comfortable enough with me and my wife, Mary-Ann, to change your diapers. But you're a big boy. You can put them on yourself. As you come out of your trance, you open your eyes slowly. Good, Oscar. By the name I snap my finger, you will be awake and alert. You know what you need to do. By the count of three, I will snap my finger, alright? 1... 2... 3..."

Oscar opened his eyes and looked around. The fox came out of his trance, thinking that he simply blinked. The last thing he could remember was Brown telling him to "relax." Oscar smiled and crossed his arms.

"This is a comfortable couch. You could fall asleep here if you're not too careful," he told Brown.

Brown smirked. "It's happened many times, that's for sure."

Oscar realized something that he needed to take care of. "Mind if I use your bathroom real quick?"

"Oh no, not at all."

Oscar needed to put on a diaper. He felt like he forgot to put one on before visiting Brown. Fortunately, Brown had provided some diapers for him in the bathroom. He believed that he left the bag of diapers in Brown's bathroom, presumably because the doctor allowed him to. Oscar didn't mind the fact that the doctor knew he wore them. In fact, he was under the impression that Brown encouraged him to wear diapers. He was grateful for the support. To Oscar, wearing diapers was such a personal endeavor that he didn't want others to know about it. Brown was the exception. He walked into the bathroom with a clear conscience.

"Need help putting it on?" Brown shouted to Oscar.

"Sure, why not?"

Brown led Oscar out to his backyard where he asked Oscar to lay on his back in the grass. Brown told the fox that he preferred to change diapers outside during the day and in the living room after sunset. Brown undressed Oscar, removed his toolbelt, pants and underwear. Oscar didn't feel any shame or concern about being undressed and diapered by another male. To Oscar, this was considered normal. In fact, Oscar was anxiously anticipating this moment to arrive. It felt strange not wearing diapers. It felt like something was missing. He also didn't want to wet his pants. That was considered unacceptable. But Brown was very merciful. That wasn't going to happen on the doctor's watch.

To the middle-aged lion, diapering others was second-nature. He opened up the diaper, expanded its wings, slid the back part of the diaper underneath Oscar's bottom and tail. He carefully connected the back wings to the front, adjusted the tapes and pulled them closer to the center of Oscar's crotch for a nice, cozy fit.

"You're faster at diapering up than I am," Oscar admitted.

"It takes practice."

"I'm such a slowpoke," Oscar chuckled.

"Nah. You're good. I'm the one that's usually slow... but I try to get it right."

Once he was done diapering Oscar, Brown helped the fox up from the ground and dusted him off. Oscar grabbed his diaper, just to feel the crinkly sensation between his legs. Oscar loved wearing diapers -- and that love evolved from the medical necessity to wear them. He felt more "free" to do the things he wanted to do without distractions. He admired the fact that Brown and his wife were his support. If there was anyone who understood the balancing act between wearing diapers for fun and wearing diapers for medical reasons, it was Brown.

"As always, thank you," said Oscar.

"No problem."

From that point on, Oscar wore diapers consistently. It sometimes happened that he knowingly wet his diaper. Other times he would discover that he was wet. Likewise, when he messed his diaper, it was either intentional or unintentional. It was a part of life. Generally speaking, he felt very comfortable. He could plainly see that his enjoyment could also be a nuisance to others who didn't have similar persuasions. He carefully weighed his time in public carefully, but when he was at home, he wandered around the house in diapers and nothing else. He was able to fully coexist with diapers. Because of this, life was always a party.

• 7:00 AM (Day 1) -

Oscar woke up the next morning in a soaked diaper. He sat up in bed and turned on his lamp, which was placed on top of an end table beside his bed. The diaper, which was blue, was very damp and wrinkled around the center of his diaperfront. The blue strip wetness indicator was barely visible. Oscar felt very warm. His diaper was heavy from all the piss it had to absorb. His sheath was soaking wet. His sack was marinated in his most pungent musk. This is exactly the type of position that he wanted to be in: to wake up in a wet diaper with the sun shining through his bedroom window. He wanted to relish in the moment for a little longer, but he had work to do.

His first job, in the morning, was to fix a leaky toilet. He couldn't help but laugh at that. As he pulled up to his client's residence, Oscar joked to himself. "Oh, a toilet? No thanks! I'm covered."

With a fresh diaper underneath his jeans, Oscar waddled up to the door around 8:25 AM. A 20-something wolf opened it before Oscar was about to ring the doorbell.

"I'm the handyman. Nice to meet you. I'm Oscar," said the fox.

"Ah, cool. I'm Chris. Heard you were good." Chris shook Oscar's paw. "Yeah, come on in. Make a sharp left... and straight down the hallway is the bathroom. Toilet's fucked. Got a few estimates from plumbers who are asking too much to fix it."

"No worries. I'll take care of it."

As he worked on the toilet and evaluated the situation, Oscar mused to himself about not using it. Before the hypnosis, Oscar used the toilet without a second thought. But now, the hypnosis was able to unearth his true feelings about it. Every day, it was always the same: he would always have to stop everything he was doing to satisfy the call of nature -- and why? So he wouldn't risk the embarrassment of soiling his pants. But there were times when he thought, "Fuck it. I don't care what happens. I'll just go," but he always hesitated to follow through. He was fond of diapers because he could continue working without interruption. As a perfectionist, Oscar believed in complete dedication to the task. He felt out of place when he had to address his bodily needs and return to what he was doing before.

The real evil wasn't the toilet itself, but it was that he felt forced to use it. That's what society has dictated. An obvious problem with refusing the toilet was the lack of hygiene involved. Toilets are "flush and forget" systems. As disagreeable as the act of using the toilet may be, it was convenient to flush it down and move on. Those who wear diapers are often reminded of hygiene issues when they have soiled undergarments between their legs. Oscar believed diaper-wearing was advantageous over toilets because he was, at least, in total control of his bodily functions at all times. He didn't have to be a subservient of consideration; having to hold his bladder and muscles. And besides, wearing diapers reduce the risk of toilets leaking and overflowing.

The hypnosis didn't alter his thinking on the subject completely. He felt a hint of grief for being different. There were additional responsibilities that one has when they wear diapers. In Oscar's case, he believed that medical problems were to blame for his incontinence. It was the initial transition from toilet use to diapers that gave him grief. He wished that he didn't have to hide his diapers -- that he would wear with pride under the presumption that diaper use amongst adults was common or "normal." There was no prospect of returning to the toilet, though. He felt that he already made the commitment to wearing diapers consistently for the foreseeable future. There was no turning back.

Chris supervised from the bathroom doorway as Oscar worked on the toilet. The wolf looked around the bathroom idly; his wandering eyes passed Oscar's puffy waist. He didn't think anything of it, though. The diaper was well-obscured by the loose-fitting jeans and toolbelt. Oscar's tendency to work diligently and consistently paid off as he took about 20 minutes to fix the toilet. From the kneeling position, Oscar slowly rose up. He could hear the faint crinkling noise as he attempted to stand. The crinkling noise eventually went back into its quiet, muffled state when he stood up.

"Thanks. How much do I owe you today?" asked Chris.

"Fifty's good."

"Is that all?" chirped Chris. "That's a really good deal! Was looking at, like, a hundred at least."

"Plumbers have a tendency to overcharge. 90 percent of common toilet issues can be fixed easily. You'd think the opposite when you get those costly estimates. It's like, 'No-freakin-way!'"

Chris chuckled. "You can say that again." He took out his wallet from his pants pocket. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to go ahead and give you a hundred so --"

Oscar waved his paws dismissively. "No, no. That's okay. I'll take fifty."

"You helped me out big time. I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have this toilet working."

"Well you could -- eh, nevermind." Oscar smiled. "Thank you."

Chris handed Oscar a hundred dollars in cash. "I'm probably going to call you up for a few other things. This is a rental. My roommate and I just moved in two weeks ago and the place is a mess."

"You know what to do. Give me a call. I'll be there." Oscar winked at Chris and walked past him in the hallway. "Have a good day."

"You too!"

• 9:30 AM -

Oscar stopped by his favorite local coffee shop. He fashioned himself as a fox of culture and good taste, so he routinely purchased a cup of European decaf with a breakfast sandwich on focaccia bread. He enjoyed conversing with the young tigress behind the couter, who had penetrating green eyes and long, glowing brown hair. One afternoon, he worked up the courage to ask for her name: Sheila. When he came into the coffee shop, he would hum and improvise song lyrics that mentioned her name. Being shy, Sheila blushed every time he would walk in and start huming a tune.

"What d'ya want today? No wait! I got this!" said Sheila. She opened her paw over the counter. "Come on, hand it over."

"$4.16, including tax?" said Oscar.

"Always."

Sheila was as charismatic as he was. She wasn't the type of girl to let anything slip past her.

"You never miss a beat," Oscar told her. He stared intensely at her beautiful bosom for a second.

He sat down at a table near the counter and watched her prepare his order. He turned to the clock and glared at it for a while. It was 9:33 AM and he had another job to do in 30 minutes. As he got older, he grew more and more prone to being religiously punctual. Oscar always believed that if someone always showed up on time -- or even if they showed up early -- they would be creating a foundation of consistency that could lead to recurring business. He had a very strong work ethic, but he was obsessed with it. Because of his obsession, Oscar dreaded traffic and anything that would prevent him from showing up to handyman jobs on time.

Sheila delivered his meal. He was delighted to see her when she wasn't behind the counter. She put the coffee and sandwich down on his table and smiled wide. "Is there anything else I can get you today?" she asked.

"Maybe a ticket to Tahiti and a new car."

She shook her head but played along. "Sure thing, boss."

As he conversed with Sheila, Oscar felt his diaper getting wet. When she left, Oscar sat motionless for a few seconds as he flooded his diaper. He cherished the moment. He felt "proud" to wet his diaper without hesitation. He wanted to sit there, let his paw rest on his diaper until he could feel moisture from the surface. For the time he was soaking his diaper, Oscar tried his best to maintain a poker face. He liked the idea that he was doing something "naughty" and nobody else was aware of it. He was able to detect his own scent. He didn't struggle much to savor the manly odor. He wet the diaper into submission -- and it couldn't take any more. When he was done, Oscar took a deep breath and drummed his paws on the table.

It was like nothing happened, and Oscar preferred it to be that way. Obviously, he had something to take care of now. The time constraints were an issue because he knew that he had to change soon and be at his next job within the next 25 minutes. Unfortunately, he didn't have a spare diaper with him. He figured that he had to drive back home, change out of his diaper and drive to where he needed to go. He estimated the time it would take him to do that was 20 minutes. He decided to buy a bag of adult diapers at the nearest pharmacy -- and hope that nobody he knew would recognize him there.

Ocar ended up loafing around the pharmacy. There was a wide selection of adult diapers to choose from. He didn't know which one to pick. He stood motionless in the personal care aisle and idly read the descriptions of each bag. One of the diapers on display was underwear-like: maximum absorbency designed for "discreet changing." Then his eyes wandered to the cub diapers, which were conveniently next to the adult ones. The cub diapers looked much more comfortable and colorful. The tapes on those diapers had cartoon characters on them. Some cub diapers had fun-looking shapes and colors. He experienced a quick adrenaline rush, grabbed a bag of cub diapers that were the largest available and purchased them. This avoided embarassment. There was no danger in buying cub diapers. The adrenaline he was experiencing blanketed his priorities. He wanted to see if he could try one on. Imagine what it would be like if they fit!

On his way to the next job, he drove to a gas station and changed in the restroom there. He had about five minutes. Oscar closed the restroom door quickly, turned on the lights and began to change himself. He pulled down his toolbelt, pants and underwear. Once he was stripped down to his diaper, Oscar looked at himself in the mirror. He posed, turned to his side to check out his physique while diapered. The diaper was clearly soaked. It was yellow all over. He changed out of the wet diaper, went through his backpack to retrieve one of the cub diapers he stored inside it. Surprisingly, the diaper was very elastic and he was able to put it on. "I'm going to be a big cub!" he thought while he carefully put on the cub diaper. The process was difficult when he started to show arousal. His hard, slippery-looking shaft faced up. He took a deep breath before finishing the change and adjusting the tapes. It was a little tight around the waist, but the feeling of wearing a cub diaper -- that managed to fit Oscar -- was exhilarating.

To Oscar, wearing a cub diaper was a lot more fun than wearing something meant for adults. It was like someone turned on a switch in his head that allowed him to be even more accepting and appreciate of being diapered. Little did he realize that his preferences were altered by the hypnosis. He was completely unaware of what happened to him, but what he did know was that he immensely enjoyed the opportunity to wear.

• 4:32 PM -

He returned home and flopped on his cozy brown chair in the living room. He turned on the television, watched the news and relaxed. The fox was convinced that he was one big cub, but not the kind that dressed in overalls and sucked on a pacifier. He found pleasure in being himself and not caring about what anyone else thought. He got up momentarily to take off his toolbelt and pants. He sat back down on the chair, wearing his cub diaper. He felt lighter. When he yawned and stretched his arms, Oscar relaxed his shoulders. He let out a soft, monotonous sigh. Not before long, Oscar bounced up and out of the room, leaving the television on.

All that afternoon, Oscar felt the need to mess his diaper. He stood proudly in his bedroom, squatted down beside his bed. He relieved himself into the small diaper very quickly but carefully. Because it was a cub diaper, after all, the mess could barely be contained. There was a large, brown-ish bulge in the back. Suddenly, he was horny. He became horny very quickly. He whispered to himself, "I'm a bad cub," while feeling the messy lumps of his backside.

He rolled onto the bed with an audible squish. He laid on his back, looked up to the ceiling and slowly rubbed his diaper. He began to slowly and thoroughly thrust into his paw while he felt his mess expanding from laying on top of it. It was a solid, thick mess that made him loathe himself albeit playfully. He closed his eyes and allowed the voice in his head to tell him that he wasn't supposed to poop his pants. "Big boys don't do that," he thought. But it felt right. He moaned when his paws felt the plentiful bulge he left in the seat of his diaper. He pressed the back of his diaper up against his tailhole. This created friction that aroused Oscar greatly. He inhaled through his nose and calmly exhaled.

Oscar started sweating profusely. His body temperature rose. His heart was beating quickly. He was getting warmer with anticipation. He slipped a paw down the front of his diaper, pulled out his hardened shaft and masturbated wildly. He grabbed onto his cock and let his paws stroke it madly. He wanted so badly to cum. Going through the things that turned him on, Oscar thought about wetting his diaper when he was at the coffee shop and feeling the warmth quickly manifest between his legs. He thought the time he changed into a cub diaper at a nearby gas station restroom. He was going strong until he felt his dick throbbing at the peak of climax. It took about four good throbs until two large spurts of thick, warm cum ejected into the air. Semen splashed onto his fuzzy chest. He spent his time cooling down by rubbing the soaked cub diaper. He sat there, fascinated with the energy he was able to harness during the time he was jerking off. He never felt so alive.

In hindsight, Oscar felt a strong desire to scratch that itch. The fox was pent up with the lingering desire to release himself sexually. At the moment he ejaculated, Oscar had a series of conflicting emotions. He was excited for finally having the time to play with his fetish, but the feeling of pure unadulterated bliss seemed strangely foreign to him. Remaining in a hypnotic state, Oscar believed he wore diapers for as long as he could remember -- but today was special. Little did he realize that this was the first day in his life that he wore diapers. The question was whether he was truly experiencing euphoria from wearing and using his diapers, or was it the byproduct of his hypnotic trance.

He changed out of his dirty diaper and hopped in the shower. He turned on the hot water and stood under the nozzle motionless for almost a minute, letting the water cover his entire body. The shower was very therapeutic for Oscar. He felt the steam from the shower embrace him. He made sure that he cleaned himself up. While he was in the shower, Oscar had already anticipated getting into a fresh diaper. He felt unnecessarily naked without one on. He didn't know when he was going to urinate again. He walked out of the shower, shook his fur dry and put on a fresh cub diaper that he left on the bathroom sink counter. He diapered himself standing up and made sure that the tapes were properly applied. The steam in the small bathroom partially obstructed his vision. When he felt the diaper was tightly wrapped around his waist, Oscar knew he was successful. He emerged from the bathroom, smiling and feeling refreshed.

• 6:30 PM -

Doctor Brown sat at the dining room table with his wife and enjoyed a modest dinner. Brown took a chicken drumstick and gnawed off the meat. Mary-Ann looked at her husband with a disapproving scowl. She chewed her food meticulously as she stared him down. Noticing that she wasn't pleased with him, Brown put down the drumstick and folded his arms. He tilted his head, smirked a little and nodded to Mary-Ann.

"Are you going to turn every neighbor into diaper-wearers?" the lioness asked bitterly.

"I'm having fun. Give me a break here," he replied.

She shook her head. "Hypnosis is not a game, Jack. You just met him! Don't you find this to be a little sadistic on your part?"

He shrugged. "You don't understand. It's therapy."

Mary-Ann put her fork down in frustration. "Is that what you call it now? I thought it was about distracting people from knowing about your diaper habits."

Brown rolled his eyes at all and sighed. "Look, honey, it's not just that. I've had patients who, well, had more enjoyable lives because of that hypnotherapy."

"Well, did your 'patients' consent to that treatment?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation.

"Really?" she asked sarcastically. "Isn't it better for someone like Oscar to know that you wear diapers?"

He calmly placed his used napkin on his plate. "Enjoying the tea?" he asked coldly.

The moment she placed her cup of tea on the table, Mary-Ann started feeling drowsy. She tried to respond to him, but she was too tired to form the words. She mumbled a little before nodding off. Her head slowly slid down to the table. Brown got up from the dinner table and rushed to her side. He caught her before she could fall. Brown propped her up on the chair and massaged her shoulders.

"Just relax. Nice and easy," he whispered in her ear. "I can't have you questioning my methods now. It's OK."

By the time his wife woke up, Brown was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. To Mary-Ann, not a minute had passed. She wasn't aware that she was unconscious, and she was under the impression that Brown was going to "cub out" for the evening. She didn't mind.

Brown defined "cubbing out" as having fun in diapers. While she was doing her house-cleaning and chores, Mary-Ann looked on as her husband played with toy cars and airplanes in his favorite footed, red-colored pajamas. He would play as long as he could before he felt weary and his eyelids were heavy. He preferred "cubbing out" in the evening as a way to relax after work. Pretending to be a little lion cub, Brown acted fierce. He scratched, meowed cutely and clawed nearby furniture. He would play busily with anything and everything he could get his paws on. Assuming the "mommy" role, Mary-Ann would check Brown's diaper to see if it needed changing. When he needed it, he would protect. "I dun wanna!" Eventually, he would give in.

Mary-Ann was under hypnosis for the most part. Unlike Oscar and her husband's patients, Mary-Ann was able to overcome her hypnosis once in a while and transition back to the state she was in before. Whether she was hypnotized or not, Mary-Ann understood and accepted her husband's alternative lifestyle. As a mother of a cub from her first marriage, Mary-Ann liked stepping into the matriarch role. The hypnosis only enhanced her enthusiasm for Brown's unusual hobbies.

The hypnotherapy had worked so well on his patients that Brown applied it to his family and friends, but it wasn't always consensual. For Oscar, it wasn't. However, the doctor would argue that opening the fox's mind to diapers helped him lift his spirits. The doctor enjoyed the fact that he could manipulate social scenarios to his liking, but there was a very sinister quality to that. He wasn't necessarily hurting anyone, but he was exposing his family and friends to accepting and conducting risky social behavior. The power of mind manipulation had driven him to creating the perfect world for himself. He was able to do anything he wanted. But when he was questioned, he would subdue whoever was doing the questioning and set them back on the course that he designated for them.

• 10:22 AM (Day 3) -

Oscar had the day off. He decided to mow the grass in the backyard while diapered. He wore nothing else. The fox whistled and pushed the lawnmower around the yard. It was sunny outside, warm with a nice breeze caressing his chestfur -- so what's the point to wearing clothes? Brown agreed. The lion peeked between the fence seperating his property from Oscar's, and smiled. Brown was glad to see his neighbor enjoying himself. He was also able to see the fox's physique for the first time. Oscar had some good muscle tone. With the exception of the cub diaper he was wearing, Oscar was very scruff and masculine-looking. He radiated with confidence. Brown could see that. He rubbed his chin and thought about ways he could exploit that swagger and make him more vulnerable.

"Good morning, Oscar!" Brown shouted to Oscar.

Oscar turned off the lawnmower and looked toward the fence where the voice was coming from. "Mornin'." Oscar put a paw over his eyes and tried looking at the sun. "It's nice today."

"Oh yeah. Weather's good. Think today is a good day to ride the bike. Do you ride at all?"

"Got a bike in my garage. What time are you heading out?"

"20 minutes."

"Sounds good. See ya then!"

Oscar went through his closet and found his old white and black-striped short sleeve jersey. It still fit. He came across his black lycra cycling shorts, which were a little tight -- and now even tighter because of the diaper underneath. He was a little hard under those tight bike shorts. He wanted to jack off briefly before heading out, but he ultimately passed on the temptation. Before leaving the bedroom in full bike gear, Oscar looked at himself in the mirror and admired the way he looked. He was grateful for continuing his membership with the local gym.

He couldn't help but rub the back of his shorts just so he could feel the lycra hugging the back of the diaper. This is the first time -- in a while -- that he could truly feel secure with the diaper on. There wasn't any lingering concern that his diaper would be exposed or it would somehow lose its tight fit around the waist. It was his nature to make sure the diaper was fastened to his waist as tight as possible. He liked treating diapers like underwear, specifically briefs -- except, of course, diapers were thicker and more noisy. Oscar didn't mind. His preferences manifested into wearing on a 24/7 basis without a single care.

He dusted off his blue bicycle in the garage and walked out with it by his side. When he arrived out front of his home, Oscar noticed that Brown had passed by the house. The lion was also dressed in his bike gear as he whizzed down the street. Oscar hopped on his bike and pedaled his way to the doctor. It took some effort to reach Brown, but after a few minutes of riding, he was able to bike with the lion side-by-side. Brown was courteous enough to slow down.

"How long have you been biking for?" asked Brown.

"Since I was six, but didn't ride for about two years."

Then the conversation took a more personal turn. "How's your diaper doing?" asked Brown. The lion sneaked a peak of the fox's diaper bulge-enhanced crotch momentarily before shifting his focus back on the road.

"Dry. I bought some cub diapers yesterday. Sure enough, they fit. I like how they feel."

"You're not worried about leaks, though?"

Oscar replied, "Yeah, well, I do in a way, but it doesn't stop me from my daily routines."

"Do you... feel like a 'cub' when wearing them as opposed to --"

"You could say that."

Oscar wasn't fazed by the diaper talk. In fact, he liked it. He knew it was awkward to talk about diapers to someone else -- though Brown was uniquely understanding of his situation -- but something about it made him feel vulnerable. Talking about it made him more self-conscious than he wanted to be. Then again, if anything were to happen, Brown would be there to help him. Or so he thought. That's what the hypnosis led him to believe. When he felt self-conscious about wearing diapers or whenever he needed to go to the bathroom, Oscar would squeeze his diapered crotch. He squeezed himself in front of Brown. The lion caught a glimpse of Oscar at that moment and smiled.

"Do you need to go?" asked Brown, who was starting to get aroused.

"I-I think I might have to." Oscar looked around briefly. They had made it into the city. They were surrounded by cars and pedestrians. Being in the city left Oscar little opportunity to act leisurely with his diaper. He tried fighting the impulse to urinate, but he felt the pressure mounting in his bladder.

Taking an opportunity to flex his power of persuasion, Brown said to him, "Just go. Nobody will care."

Oscar liked being told to use his diaper. He felt his hardened shaft poking the diaper. He felt sweaty and warm down there and maybe it was time to wet, he thought. Oscar and Brown stopped at a traffic light. They both looked at each other. Brown was waiting for Oscar to make his move, but Oscar was getting nervous. He was also very aroused. He felt his shaft throbbing in anticipation. When Brown proposed to Oscar that he should "just go," Oscar wanted to. Suddenly, there was an opportunity for him to wet -- and so he did. He took a deep breath and started wetting his diaper. He could feel his diaper getting heavier and heavier. When he looked down, a dark spot was forming on his lycra shorts and expanding. Once he started peeing, he couldn't stop. Sitting in the middle of traffic on a busy street corner, Oscar wet himself. Urine trickled down his shorts. Once he had a steady flow going, a consistent stream of piss poured from his lycra shorts onto the asphalt below. He struggled to maintain his composure.

When Oscar blushed, Brown grinned. The lion couldn't help it. The big fox cub had an accident and everyone could see it. He watched a puddle forming underneath Oscar's bike. Brown had the impulse to pull Oscar aside, tell him he was "naughty" for having an accident and that he needed a change. Brown had a very primitive reaction to watching Oscar embarrass himself: he rubbed his own lycra shorts. The sight of seeing a grown male wet himself was exciting -- just as exciting, to him, as seeing a female doing the same thing. Brown felt males were more convincing with their shamelessness, though. He took the opportunity to watch Oscar being completely humiliated by a large group of raised eyebrows and flashing cameraphones.

Suddenly, Oscar made a "u-turn" on the street and pedaled back home. It would be a long journey back. It felt like he wore no diaper at all. The cub diaper couldn't handle a full wetting. It was a mistake to purchase them, he realized. Brown managed to catch up to Oscar. The fox noticed that Brown was following him. He wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation, given that he was riding home in urine-soaked bike shorts. He didn't want to admit it, but looking at the circumstances in hindsight, Oscar experienced a monumental thrill. He believed that he was never caught in the act before. This was his first. Because he was in the city, there was a voyeuristic anonymous appeal to it all. Since he was also wearing dark sunglasses and a helmet, Oscar was barely recognizable. At one point in his ride back home, Oscar thought about increasing the risk of "getting caught." Sure he was embarrassed initially, but there was the undeniable appeal of playing sexual Russian Roulette.

Oscar was, of course, followed by Brown, who wanted to know what was going through his newly diapered neighbor's head.

"Are you alright there, champ?" asked Brown.

"Yeah, yeah," replied Oscar in an exasperated tone. "Probably shouldn't have worn --"

"The cub diapers." Brown completed the sentence. "Didn't you buy them expecting that they would handle a full wetting from an adult?"

"No. I wanted to see what my limit was with those, I guess." He couldn't think of a better, more satisfactory reply.

"Want me to change you at my place?"

Oscar hesitated to answer. Eventually he nodded.

• 2:42 PM -

Oscar was no longer the fox he once was. As a handyman, he was respected and reliable. As a diapered fox, he got lost in the adrenaline of his desires. It was a quiet afternoon and Oscar walked into Brown's home. His bike clothing was soaked in sweat and his own urine. He wanted to get out of his clothes right away, but he needed to catch his breath first. Leaning against Brown's front doorway, Oscar panted heavily. He grabbed onto his knees and squatted down momentarily to stretch the muscles in his legs. Meanwhile, Brown -- who wasn't as agile as Oscar -- flopped on an armchair in the living room and sat there quietly. Despite being exhausted, Brown remained inquisitive about his accident-prone friend. Brown was careful to not exhibit any eagerness.

Oscar wandered slowly around Brown's living room. For a moment, he wanted to take his clothes off and lay outside in the sun. As soon as he heard Brown moaning on the chair, he walked over to see how the lion was doing.

"What a long ride, huh?" said Oscar.

Brown covered his eyes with his paw. "Definitely. I bike often, but today it got me."

"On second thought, I'm probably going to change myself at home. I'll take some out of the bag and --"

"No, no. Stay put," said Brown briskly.

"But I should take a shower."

"Take one here."

"Are you sure?"

"Might as well."

"Great! Thanks!"

Brown couldn't avert his eyes from the good-looking fox who walked into the bathroom. He knew that Oscar needed a change of clothes. He got up from the armchair, went into his bedroom and took out a box that read "Sissy." The box contained pink clothes with girly themes, including a pair of skirts and a pair of dresses. Some of the clothes were worn by him during fantasy roleplay sessions with his wife. Inside the box, there was a hint of perfume that could entice any male into being girly -- at least for a while. There was also a small container of cub powder inside. The sights and smells were intoxicating to Brown, but he didn't intend to have all this fun by himself. Abruptly, as he was lost in the euphoria of bring out the "Sissy" box, Brown heard the water turn off in the shower.

The bathroom door opened. Steam from the shower entered the narrow hallway. Oscar exited. He was completely naked with his shaft barely peeking from the sheath. The hallway was wide enough for the weary fox to stretch his arms. He had a headache, so he was rubbing his forehead occasionally. The headache was a result of the hypnotic trance slowly losing its effects. He left the shower, wondering why he felt so comfortable with showering at his neighbor's house. He felt that he was imposing. He also thought about the bike ride and was surpised with himself for going along with it. It seemed so spontaneous. With his neighbor? Really? Normally, would he have gone bike riding while wearing diapers? Oscar believed that his headache spurred the internal debate with himself. Ignoring the skepticism mounting in his mind, Oscar called out to Brown.

"I'm in the bedroom. Come on in."

When he entered, Oscar noticed that Brown changed out of his bike gear and dressed more casually: white shirt, blue jeans. The lion sat on his bed with his arms crossed. He looked at Oscar's crotch for a split-second before making eye contact.

"Need a towel?" Brown asked.

"I shook myself dry. Just need to diaper up and then I'll be on my way."

"Alright, alright," said Brown, who chuckled and pointed to his bed. "Lay down. Relax."

Oscar laid on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. He was starting to suspect that something was wrong with this situation. He was naked in bed and was having a diaper put on him by another male. It didn't bother him before when he was diapered by Brown, but for some reason he felt that this diapering was unusual. He had the sinking feeling that he wasn't supposed to be here; that he wasn't supposed to be diapered. When he felt the new diaper slide underneath his rear, Oscar swallowed nervously. He sat up suddenly. Brown turned his head a little, curious as to why the fox was resisting.

"I've got some things to do. Just remembered," Oscar muttered.

"Oh, I --"

"Sorry about that."

"You don't want me to finish diapering you?" Brown asked.

"Think I'll just get back into my bike shorts and head home. Thanks, though."

The lion began to aggress on the fox. With his paw, Brown pushed Oscar's chest down. Instinctively, Oscar slapped Brown's paw away. Brown -- who Oscar now believed to be even more enigmatical with his intenions than ever -- forced his body on top of Oscar's and tried to restrain him. Both were tired from the bike ride so the friction was short-lived. Fighting to maintain his composure, Brown panted and told Oscar, "Don't give me a hard time."

"I don't want a diaper on," Oscar whined.

"You need it, remember?"

Oscar's headache returned with a vengeance. He rubbed his head once his ears started ringing. When he resisted the diaper, his headache manifested. When he was less reluctant, the headache was reduced to slight discomfort. He was never totally against wearing diapers, he thought. It was just that there was something that made him uncomfortable about the diapering experience this time around -- but he didn't know what that "something" is. Unbeknownst to Brown, Oscar's original, unadulterated memories were returning. The false memories of Brown being the fatherly caretaker of his diaper needs were slowly disappearing. To Oscar, it seemed like he was coming out of a hangover. There was a swarm of questions that swirled around his mind. Trying to sort through them all rendered a very bewildered look on his face. Once he noticed the fox's surprised facial expression, Brown immediately realized what was happening.

Brown calmly stroked the top of Oscar's head and pushed his hair back. He moved off of Oscar but continued petting him from a safe distance. The diapering process was not fully complete, but Brown was confident that he would be able to continue executing his plans in spite of this hiccup. Brown was known to subdue his patients by intensifying their hypnotic trance. One of his techniques for doing so was by petting them and assuring them with unwavering confidence that all their problems would disappear if they closed their eyes. With someone as resilient as Oscar, he had to stare them down. Brown had to be assertive. Was Brown skilled at what he did? Undoubtedly. Oscar closed his eyes and drifted back into the vulnerable state of his subconsciousness.

"That's my boy," said Brown with a devilish whisper. "You are completely calm. There is something you must discover. You must find the idea. Search for it. Reach out with your paws and grab it. When you're able to, you'll notice that this idea is inside a box that you'll need my help opening, okay? In order to open this box, you will need to have a key. I will tell you what that 'key' is. You must wear diapers at all times. You cannot another second without wearing diapers. You have accidents, and those accidents will never happen if you wear. That's the key. Now, open that box."

Brown placed the "Sissy" box beside Oscar, who slowly reached for it. His eyes remained closed.

"Now, when I count to three, you're going to wake up and put on whatever is in that box, okay? 1... 2... 3!"

• 3:38 PM -

Oscar didn't remember much of what transpired earlier. It was like he fell asleep at Brown's house and woke up. It was mid-afternoon. The strong, masculine fox was dressed in very unusual clothing. Everything he was wearing was pink. He wore a diaper underneath pink rubber panties, a frilly skirt and a simple shirt. Oscar felt comfortable in these clothes. He wanted to believe that he never wore sissy clothing before, but he felt cozy; his diaper firmly tucked inside the rubber panties. There was a soft breeze blowing through Brown's bedroom window. The breeze picked up his skirt a little; he could feel the wind wrap around his legs. It was a very enjoyable feeling. He got up from Brown's bed and looked at himself in a nearby mirror. What a big girl! He enjoyed being a male, but something about dressing up like a little girl made him feel almost infantile.

Brown walked into the bedroom with a hot cup of tea for the little princess.

"Here you go, my dear," said Brown as he offered Oscar the cup of tea.

"Thank you," Oscar squeamishly accepted.

Mary-Ann called for Brown from the living room. She arrived home from work. Brown excused himself and left the bedroom. Oscar decided to follow him. He drank the cup of tea and walked into the living room. He snuck around the kitchen where he heard Brown and his wife speaking in low voices.

"Oscar's here?" asked Mary-Ann.

"Yeah. He asked for the sissy clothes in the box. He put them on!"

"Oh? Does he -- oh, I mean she -- like them?" She chuckled.

"Looks like it."

Suddenly, Oscar sneezed. Brown turned to where the sneeze came from. "Oscar, come show Mary-Ann your outfit!"

Oscar sheepishly walked into the kitchen with his head lowered. He blushed and smiled. Mary-Ann thought he looked adorable. When he received a compliment from her, Oscar giggled softly and twirled around playfully. He would not speak unless he was spoken to. He acted like a very proper, upstanding cub who was graceful in every step. In his submissiveness, Oscar felt like he was able to explore a part of himself that he never could before. He strolled around the house happily once Brown told him to "run along now." Once in a while, he rubbed his rubber backside. It was so slippery. He wasn't able to hear the crinkling of his diaper, but that didn't bother him in the slightest.

He looked out the front window of Brown's house. "I can't go out there wearing this," he thought. "This feels like so I'll hang out until he kicks me out."

After sipping tea that he found was unusually milky, Oscar's stomach began to grumble. The grumbling escalated to fierce growls and wails. He distracted himself temporarily by grabbing a stuffed teddy bear, which was conveniently placed in a corner of the living room and hugged it while he watched TV. At first, Oscar was able to dismiss the stomach noises. But then they came back, but this time his stomach was roaring. It was clear that he had to poop. He shifted around on the armchair that Brown was relaxing on earlier. Then he remembered something that Brown previously told him. "Let me know if you need to go potty," Brown told Oscar during the fox's subconscious trance. He held onto his rubber panties in desperation and jogged to the kitchen. The two adults were continuing to have a conversation.

"Um..." muttered Oscar.

Brown turned around to face Oscar. He walked over to Oscar and asked him nicely, "Did you enjoy the tea?" The lion grinned devilishly.

"Yes. B-But I have to go potty!"

It was impossible for Oscar to ignore the call of nature. Suddenly he stuck his thumb in his maw and sucked.

"Alright, princess. I'll take you to the potty."

Oscar started moaning. The pressure inside was increasing. And Brown took his time, letting the desperation manifest into something big. This was part of the plan. He gave Oscar tea mixed with pure laxative; the effects were quite rewarding. Oscar moaned loudly and stomped his footpaws. He paced around the kitchen amid assurances from Brown that he would take her to the potty. Oscar couldn't remove the diaper until he was given permission to do so. Sweat was dripping from his muzzle. He was tired, beat up yet he remained carefully obedient. After huffing around the kitchen, the desperate princess started to beg.

"Please, please!" Oscar whined. "I have to go!"

"Alright. Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Refusing to wait for Brown to escort him to the bathroom, Oscar made a dash there -- only to find that the bathroom door was locked. He tried entering the master bathroom through Brown's bedroom. That, too, was locked. He bit his lip and muttered, "I'm sorry. Ohhhhhhh, I'm sorry!" He squatted down and let the mess gush into his diaper with a series of loud farts. The diaper was now sporting a couple of large, brownish lumps. Once he entered the master bedroom, Brown closed the door behind him and watched as the little princess relieved herself. He walked over, lifted up the back of his skirt and rubbed his rubber panties. He had a distinct squishing noise. He continued voiding his bowels into the seat of his diaper uncontrollably as Brown rubbed him from behind.

"What a naughty girl!" Brown praised Oscar.

Brown pressed his nose up to Oscar's diaper so he could get a scent on the freshly made mess. There was a heavy scent of musk that lingered in the air, but by pressing his nose against Oscar's panties, the smell was much more alluring. He teased Oscar and told him that real girls used the potty, not their diapers. Oscar blushed, turning crimson red. The fox was extremely aroused. He messed his diaper thoroughly in front of Brown -- and the lion enjoyed it! There was increased sexual tension between the two males. Because Oscar didn't say anything when he sniffed the dirty diaper, Brown interpreted the inaction as consent.

• 5:02 PM -

His strong swats on the rump were painful, but stimulating. With his diaper removed, Oscar laid on his stomach -- on Brown's bed -- and was spanked by the lion. One slap, two slaps, three slaps. Each swat was harder than the previous one. Brown increased his rhythm and spanked the sissy-fied fox faster. He was punishing Oscar for messing his diaper. Oscar accepted the punishment, but not before he tried scurrying away from the domineering feline. Oscar tried to give chase, but Brown pounced on top of him and wrestled him to the ground. This was part of the game they played. Though he was confined to wearing lacy pink clothes and bows, he wasn't going to completely ignore his masculinity and dismiss the desire to get physical.

In a way, Brown wanted to fuck Oscar. The temptation was strong to do so, but he wasn't ready just yet. For the time being, he spanked Oscar just to hear the fox yelp for every slap. Oscar was breathing heavily. He was enjoying the humiliation. He relished the role of being the naughty girl who needed to be spanked for having an accident in her pants. Oscar even called Brown "daddy" and sucked his thumb in between spanks. His fuzzy rear was getting red and bruised. The pain of being spanked was a physical reminder of what it's like to be small and submissive. When the whispers from Oscar stopped, Brown put a new diaper on him. Again Oscar was reminded that he was to wear diapers at all times and only use the potty when "daddy" or "mommy" (Mary-Ann) said so.

"Did that feel good?" Brown asked sarcastically.

"Yes, daddy."

Oscar froze for a moment as he emerged from his sexual intoxication. He had to get out of his sissy clothes. Brown was kind enough to not imprison his poor neighbor and confine him to wearing the clothes. He slowly got up from the bed, rubbed his sore rump and fetched his bike clothes. His bike clothes, which appeared washed, were neatly folded on the living room coffee table. After changing back into his gear, Oscar quickly left the house and returned home.

His mind was racing. The sexual adventures he was having was becoming more intense. He stopped for a second and wondered why he would ever dare to engage in this bizarre behavior. He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that he was strongly turned on by the experiences. Unlike earlier -- when he went bike riding with Brown -- he didn't feel a sense of stigma attached to wearing and using his diapers. He didn't find anything particularly wrong with dressing in pink sissy clothes and parading around the house in them. He wanted to ask himself, "Why?" He didn't have an answer that could be explained. He felt it. He continued to unlock new things about himself that he never once thought would be so entertaining. At least that's what the hypnosis led him to believe.

The day had finally caught up to him. He exercised extensively on a bike: from biking to the city and back with no breaks in between. His legs were wobbly. On that alone, he was exhausted. He then played dress-up and played around with Brown. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but the sexual energy from the experience was something that he could not deny. For a male who has always been proud of his manhood, being called a "naughty girl" and "princess" -- while dressed in pink, girly clothes -- was surprisingly refreshing. Again, that's what the hypnotism led him to believe. He didn't think it was necessary to question any part of the "playdate."

He had to go back to work the next day. He tried so desperately to return to normal and think about his upcoming schedule. He went over to his desktop computer to check on what he needed to do. He checked his e-mails and got distracted briefly after he started browsing the web. On Google, he typed in "adult diapers" and searched for diapers that had the "cub" look but fit for an adult. He found a company that made specialized disposable cub-like diapers for adults. Without any hesitation, he ordered a case and had it shipped to the house. But he wasn't done browsing just yet. He browsed for videos, using keywords like "diaper wetting" and "diaper messing." He found several videos showing adults, both males and females, soiling their diapers -- but one video stood out from the rest.

In the video, there was a slightly overweight male lion. He wasn't able to see the face. The lion was obviously diapered. On the bottom of the video, there was scrolling horizontal text that read, "You are watching a video of a patient who is under hypnosis. This hypnosis has turned him completely incontinent." The username who uploaded the video went by the name "DiaperDoc." Oscar hit "play" and watched the lion get into position. He moved the camera down to crotch level. The video showed the lion's diaper, which read "Attends M9 Slip Regular" on the front. He spent a couple of seconds adjusting his diaper. At one point, the lion grabbed his dick and jiggled it a few times. A nice, plump bulge formed. Finally, the lion left his diaper alone. It didn't take long before a dark patch of piss appeared and expanded further up the diaper. The wetness indicator strips faded into a blur-colored blur. When he was done wetting, the lion turned around and showed his back side. He bent his knees a little, grunted. Sounds of squirts and squeals could be heard. Suddenly, the back of the lion's diaper expanded. A large lump appeared, and the feline was all too eager to rub it and make it squish. When he finished messing himself, the lion gave a pleasant sigh before turning around to turn off the camera. Oscar paused the frame that showed the lion turning off the camera. A face would be seen. It was a very familiar face.

There was Doctor Brown, smiling briefly right at the end of the video. Oscar's breath was taken away. He leaned back in his desk chair, crossed his arms and looked at the monitor in disbelief. Plenty of things were going through his mind. Was he hypnotized? Is that why he couldn't articulate why he was interested in such strange activity? When he started to contemplate these questions, Oscar's headaches returned. There was a ringing in his ear that prevented him from thinking clearly. He covered his ears and closed his eyes. He knew that the headaches were connected to his attempts to recall memories that Brown tried to erase. It was the hypnosis. He had to fight through the headaches, but the pain was overwhelmingly. He rolled onto the floor with his paws holding onto his head. He tried standing up, but collapsed from the intense throbs of pain. He muttered and cursed with frustration.

He managed to make it to his bathroom where he retrieved a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet. Once he topped two aspirin tables into his maw, Oscar stood before the mirror and waited for the headache to disappear. He raised an eyebrow at himself in between wincing from the pain. He quickly removed his clothing and stripped down to his diaper. Once he was able to focus on his diaper, the headaches began to fade. He gyrated his hips suggestively and grabbed his diapered crotch. There was loud crinkling. But the crinkling noise paled in comparison to the ringing in his ears. He continued to stroke his diapered bulge while he closed his eyes. It did feel good. The feeling of knowing there was security between his legs distracted him enough to completely eliminate the headaches. He wasn't allowed to be skeptical. Knowing this, Oscar concentrated on the diaper. He tried to not think about the video he just saw -- but he was able to think about another male in diapers. That excited him. The more excited he got, the more he was able to free himself from the headaches and the ringing noise.

It felt good to spend some quality time alone. He was able to clear his head, literally. He was now aware that he was hypnotized. However, due to the effects of the hypnosis, he wasn't able to shake off his inherent desire to wear diapers. He continued to find the exercise comforting and arousing. He couldn't recall when he was hypnotized. Brown was so skilled at hypnotism that he left no trace. Trying to remember anything that Brown did to hypnotize him resulted in a mental block. He had to think of a plan to undo the block and restore sanity in his life. For now, he was going to spend some time, rubbing his diaper sensually before dinner.

• 11:15 AM (Day 5) -

Oscar maintained a low profile. He continued to wear diapers to his jobs; they felt like underwear. Wearing normal underwear felt strange. It didn't feel right. Diapers became part of the task. On the plus side, he could focus on tasks for longer periods of time without breaks. Clients admired his dedication. His handyman job also served as a distraction from the events that transpired a few days ago. As long as he wasn't caught in the sexual frenzy, Oscar felt safe. He managed to install a new door in someone's house and remove lots of dryrot in a customer's basement. Activities that were once perceived as monotonous by nature became convenient escapes from insanity. The only times he was reminded of his recent escapades was when he wet his diaper.

"Is everything alright?" asked one of his clients, a middle-aged wolfess.

Oscar stood almost motionless in the middle of her basement. He was peeing in his diaper. When she asked him that question, Oscar nervously waved his flashlight and looked up at the ceiling. "Y-Yes ma'am. Just checking over my work to see if I got everything." His diaper was getting warmer and warmer -- more and more soggy.

"Okay. I'll write out the check now -- and, oh! Are you sure you don't want anything to drink? Iced tea? Lemonade?"

Sweat dripped from Oscar's brow. Did she have to mention those drinks? "No thank you. I'm good!"

When she left the basement, Oscar grabbed onto his diapered crotch and gave it a very hearty squeeze. Just wrapping the wet diaper around his shaft felt good. He was aroused briefly. A seductive bulge appeared in his diaper. Luckily the bulge was obscured by the loose jeans and toolbelt that he was wearing. He was reintroduced to the satisfaction of "being naughty" without anyone else noticing. The wolfess returned and handed him a check for $200. He thanked the client, turned off his flashlight and sloshed his way up the stairs.

Oscar received a call on his cell phone after he drove away from his client's house. He pulled to the side of the road to see who was calling. The ID read "Restricted." He answered the phone. He immediately recognized the voice on the other end. It was Mary-Ann.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked him.

"No, no!"

"It's about Jack." Jack was Brown's first name.

"What about him?" Oscar asked tersely.

"Well, I -- I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for all this. It felt like things... got out of hand."

"Can I talk to you when I get home? I'll be there about 25 minutes."

Oscar didn't want to talk about the situation over the phone. He was superstitious when it came to talking about his personal life during work hours. He swallowed nervously, sat in his car and drummed his paws on the dashboard once there was silence on the other end of the conversation. Suddenly, he heard some raised voices in the background before the phone clicked. The call was over. Oscar slumped in his chair, not knowing what to do next. He felt a sudden chill moving quickly down his spine. His heart was beating quickly. Something was happening. He had to see what was going on.

• 12:41 PM -

The fox was conflicted about whether it was within his right to intervene, but he charged ahead. He entered Brown's house through the front door, which was unlocked. He walked through the living room, through the hallway until he got to the master bedroom. Oscar placed his ear up to the door. From outside, Oscar could hear moaning and wailing from Mary-Ann. He jiggled the doorknob and opened the door. Brown was in bed, naked with Mary-Ann. Feeling helpless and weak while laying on her stomach, Mary-Ann turned around to face Oscar. She called out his name, muttering "Help!" She was breathless. Brown was madly fucking her tailhole. Oscar looked around briefly, saw Brown's dirty diaper laying bare on the floor. He tried to step closer to the bed, but Oscar's head started to ring again.

The pain forced him to collapse on the floor and hold onto his head.

"I'm busy!" Brown roared at Oscar. "Be a good boy and let daddy have some fun!"

The ringing in his head was getting louder. The interference was too strong. Apparently, Brown created a defense mechanism -- during Oscar's hypnotic trance -- that protected him in the event that the fox would pose a threat to him. Oscar was getting tired of the headaches. It was making him furious. He was steadily approaching his boiling point -- but when he heard Mary-Ann telling her husband to "stop," Oscar flew into a rage. With adrenaline pumping through his body, Oscar leaped from the floor and pounced on top of the lion. He wrestled the feline off the bed. Brown tried to speak to Oscar, but the fox covered his muzzle.

"I know what you did to me!" Oscar shouted. "I'm not going to be your toy!"

Brown managed to swipe Oscar across the face with his unsheathed claws. This angered the fox even more. He pushed Brown up against the wall with an arm to his throat. "Get a hold of yourself!" Brown snapped.

"I did. In fact, I remember everything. My head is perfectly clear. I figured it out, see? Look, you hypnotized me after I helped you with the roof gutter. I presume you did this after I came across your bag of diapers. You didn't want me to know about it, so you tricked me into being your little diaper-boy. I'm a grown man, for God's sake! You perveted faggot! Then you rape your own wife because she called me to apologize. You're a sick freak!"

Brown cackled. "Oh, so all of a sudden, you're a big boy now! What are you going to do, huh? Tell the world about me? That's funny. Nobody's going to believe you."

Oscar grinned. "No. You got me all wrong. I'll give you credit for one thing, and only thing only. You've turned me onto diapers. Good for you. I'm glad that makes your dick hard. Well... you know, my real 'daddy' tried to get me to quit smoking by forcing me to smoke an entire carton. He wasn't able to get me to quit, but that's only because I'm stubborn. You on the other hand... I think I'll give you what you want 'til you can't handle it. How does that sound?"

• 2:03 PM (Day 6) -

Tied up with duct tape wrapped around his paws, Brown was pinned to a metallic board. The board was attached to hooks that were drilled into the wall of his bedroom. Mary-Ann was more than happy to help. The duct tape was applied on top of bondage restraints that was bound to his fully-extended arms and legs. The bondage equipment was purchased the day before at a sex shop in the city. Brown wore a diaper and was completely denied bathroom control. The helpless doctor was also blindfolded and his ears were covered. Oscar wanted to be completely sure that the once-domineering feline lost control of everything. Oscar was kind enough to place a rubber mat underneath Brown "to catch anything that leaked."

Oscar told Mary-Ann to change him "whenever you feel like it."

Brown wore the same diaper for 24 hours. The diaper was completely yellow. The wetness indicators disappeared. The diaper was so heavy and full that it was drooping from his waist. Realizing that the diaper could fall if it there was too much inside of it, Oscar applied duct tape around the lion's waist. Once in a while, Oscar checked up on the smelly feline. From time to time, Brown begged the fox for mercy and pleaded for a change. Oscar always told him "no" and studied Brown as he helplessly relieved himself into his day-old dirty diaper. Since it was unable to hold any more urine, piss gushed out of its leg gathers and poured onto the floor. Oscar loved when the piss slammed onto the rubber mat below. He teased Brown for being a "dirty little kitten."

"Come on!" Brown whined. "At least change me!"

Oscar rubbed his chin and thought about it. He shrugged and quietly left the bedroom. When he noticed that the fox had left, Brown cried as he felt his midsection churning. He subsequently loaded the plastic seat of his diaper for a second time, making the diaper significantly heavier than before. He was humiliated; it wasn't the kind of humiliation that was stimulating. It was humiliating to be completely dependant on the very same person who he once considered his "princess." Brown was so used to being the one in control, but it was Oscar who turned the once-nefarious feline into a helpless little kitten with at least two pounds worth of excrement hanging dramatically between his legs.

"Give him some of that tea," Oscar told Mary-Ann.

"With pleasure."

• 7:12 PM -

Oscar came back to Brown's house later that evening. After seeing that Brown had sufficiently soiled his diaper, Mary-Ann decided to free Brown. As soon as she did, the lioness forced Brown to take a long, cold shower. Once he was finally clean, Mary-Ann gave him a new diaper. She ushered him into the master bedroom and closed the door. She told Brown that the "neighbor" was visiting. Sincerely frightened, Brown made a desperate dash to the adjacent master bathroom and barricaded himself inside. Little did he know, Oscar was waiting for him as he laid perfectly still in the bathtub. Brown's eyes widened when he saw the fox, who was also in a diaper, stand up and wandered calmly toward him.

"I'll be gentle," he told Brown.

Oscar removed Brown's diaper. He later pulled his diaper down to his ankles and set it aside. The fox jammed his hardened cock against Brown's. He stroked the two dicks while occasionally thrusting his member against the lion's sore tip. It only took a few minutes, but Brown was already terrified. Hard and ready, Oscar flipped Brown around and sent him to the bathtub. Brown's upper-half leaned over the bathtub and his exposed, virgin tailhole was ready for action. Oscar slipped himself inside. As he guided his shaft inside Brown, Oscar heard the lion yelp. This was progress. Once he was in, Oscar moved his hips back and forth. He fucked the poor feline mercilessly. He made a very strong push into Brown, which knocked the wind out of his cubby bottom bitch. Sure enough, Brown began to appreciate the situation he was in. Oscar's long, hardened dick was moving in and out at blazing fast speed. His prostate was viciously attacked, but Brown was starting to love it.

It was clear: nearly a week's worth of pent-up sexual tension was being released. Brown moaned in bliss, but Oscar moaned louder. Brown wanted to be fucked hard, but Oscar fucked him harder than he could ever imagine. Oscar whispered to Brown, calling him a "dirty-diaper faggot." Several gobs of the fox's cum was flushed into Brown. His prostate was fully subdued in the fox's spunk and musk. After almost a week of sexual tension and extravagance, it was all over. After he pulled out, Oscar watched his submissive partner jack off desperately, looking to find some much-needed relief. Oscar laughed at him, aimed his dick in the lion's general direction and urinated on him. This was the first time in a while that the fox was able to pee freely without diapers -- and it was refreshing! Brown was taken by surprise, but he eventually gave in and allowed himself to be soaked. Oscar's added touch was all that was needed. The feline ejaculated all over the bathtub. There was semen everywhere.

"None of this happened," said Oscar. "You know what to do."

• 11:20 AM (Day 7) -

The morning was peaceful. Oscar woke up feeling refreshed. He got out of bed, took a shower, brushed his teeth and got ready for the day. Instead of recalling the strange sexual adventures that transpired for the past six days, Oscar remembered every day as being boring at times, but productive. Work was steady. He accumulated a loyal customer base. Oscar was the handyman that everyone in the area went to because he was friendly, reliable and dedicated. Nobody had the slightest clue of what happened to him. Fortunately, neither did he.

Brown hypnotized Oscar one last time. Oscar was going back to the life he lived before. The only difference? He would remain in diapers. As for Brown, the sinister lion hypnotized himself through recordings he made. He made the decision to restore his sanity. Now, according to Brown, he was simply a neighbor to Oscar and was "on good terms" with the fox next door. His wife, Mary-Ann, was also returned to normal. The lion couple was content with being a couple that had a dirty little secret. The secret was shared between them and only them. Brown's hypnotherapy training was wiped from memory. Instead, he focused on being a good psychologist.

The fox was about to get in his car and drive to the city when he saw Brown carrying a large, unmarked package. Suddenly, Brown fumbled the box and dropped it on his front lawn. The box opened up and a stack of adult diapers fell out. Blushing, Brown hurriedly picked up the diapers. Oscar jogged over to his neighbor and offered to help pick up the diapers. Brown swallowed nervously, realizing that his secret was now exposed to the neighborhood. Oscar looked at the lion, took a pleasant sigh and picked up the diapers.

"Don't worry about it. I wear them too," the burly handyman confessed.

"You do?"

"Yep. Not a big deal. Your secret's safe with me." Oscar said it with enough confidence to relax Brown.

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"It's convenient. That's how I look at it."

And that was the extent of their conversation. Wearing diapers was not an overtly sexualized ordeal. To the two neighbors, it was merely a part of life. Sometimes, it was sexual and recreational. Other times, it was a necessity as well as security. All the craziness that occurred before only reflected the perverse nature of those who wear diapers. By itself, diapers are not perverse like some who choose to wear them. Over time, Oscar learned to appreciate diapers naturally; only after he was under Brown's mind control. And Brown learned that he could appreciate diapers when he exercised restraint. But if Oscar and Brown learned anything from their experiences, they would learn that wearing diapers 24/7 is always a party.