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Ozzen was having a wonderful dream when a slight nudging around his tummy woke him up. As he yawned and stretched, his blurry vision cleared to the image of his Uncle leaning over the side of the crib, wearing a dark green bathrobe and a rather large smile.

"Wake up, sleepy head! Or you're going to miss them!"

The young raccoon rubbed his eyes and asked in a groggy voice "Miss what?"

Biren put on his best disbelieving expression and shook his head. "My my, we have so much to teach you. Saturday morning cartoons, of course!"

Ozzen giggled to himself, feeling more awake now. "I haven't gotten up early for cartoons since I was a little cub."

The large brown bear smirked down at his nephew. "Says the raccoon in the space themed footy pajamas with..." at this he slid a large paw just under the front of Ozzen's diaper, and smiled, "...an impressively soaked diaper."

The raccoon couldn't help but blush at being inspected like this, and also couldn't help but get a little aroused at the situation. "Sorry."

Biren scooped up his nephew out of the crib and propped him over one shoulder, then started to walk towards the kitchen. "What's to be sorry about? This is why I keep you in diapers for bed, because we don't want messy sheets, do we?" He patted the thickly diapered bottom of is nephew. "Besides, you're still wearing your diaper from last night, so not all of that mess is from when you were sleeping. You were so tuckered out after your trip to the park that I didn't want to disturb you any more than getting you into your pjs."

At this news Ozzen wiggled his bottom and found that he still had that wonderful silky sensation present. The idea that he was still in his sissy diaper, with all the different kinds of "mess" it contained, made him more embarrassed, and even more aroused. Of course, mornings always seemed to be the time of day when he was most frisky.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, Biren moved Ozzen into a cradled position and opened a cupboard above the kitchen counter. "Now then, what to have for breakfast? Marshmallow Yums? Cocoa Booms? Frooty Hoops? Or Bran Flakes?"

Ozzen giggled and looked at his Uncle with a smirk. "Mmmm, Bran Flakes!"

The bear stared down at him for a second. "You are an odd child, you know that?" At this he grabbed all three boxes of the sugary cereals and set them down on the counter. "We'll just have to work our way through each kind until we find our favorite." He set Ozzen down on the floor and got busy with making them breakfast, then gasped as he looked at the clock. "Dear me! We're going to miss 'Post-pubescent Genetic Anomaly Fighting Reptiles Z!' Hurry!" He handed his nephew a random bowl of cereal, then rushed out to the living room and turned on the television.

After three hours of cartoons and four bowls of cereal, in which Ozzen found he preferred the Frooty Hoops over the other two, Biren got up off the floor and made a big show of stretching. Once he had popped what sounded like every joint in his body, he bent down and picked his nephew up by placing both his paws under the raccoons arms. Ozzen giggled as his Uncle then proceeded to sniff him up and down, only stopping when he got to his very wet diaper. "Dear me! Someone needs a change!" He sniffed again and wrinkled his nose. "And a bath!"

Still holding the raccoon out in front of him like he were some toxic substance, Biren made his way to the bathroom. Once there, he set Ozzen down on the floor and instantly started to undress him. The space sleepers had a zipper that went down the left leg, stopping around the middle of the thigh. The bear hummed as he guided Ozzen's arms and legs out of the pajamas, and soon the raccoon was standing in nothing but his pink, frilly sissy diaper. Blushing as he looked down at the thick and wet diaper covering his crotch and bottom, Ozzen was also getting very excited, and a little lump under the pink fabric indicated as much.

Biren chuckled and traced a claw around the bulge and spoke in a low tone, "You enjoy your freedom; we'll be taking care of that soon enough." Ozzen tilted his head and chittered curiously, wondering what his Uncle was talking about. Biren looked up and gave him a wink. "You'll see. But now..." Biren slid off the rubber-lined diaper cover, then unfastened the pink safety pins, and with all that gone the soaked diaper fell to the floor, leaving a naked and soiled raccoon standing next to an empty tub. The bear chuckled again as he looked down at his nephew's obvious arousal. "Looks like someone wants to play?" He winked again at Ozzen, then turned to start getting the raccoon's bath ready. As the water began to run and fill up the tub, Ozzen subconsciously moved an eager paw to his excitement and started feeling his firm member. It wasn't until his Uncle turned around and asked surprisingly loud "What do you think you're doing?" that the raccoon stopped touching himself.

"Umm...uhh..." he stammered. "You said it looked like it wanted to play...so..." Ozzen trailed off, blushing because he didn't like to admit that he played with himself in that manner.

Biren huffed, "Of course it wants to play. All of our little fellas want to play! But little cubs shouldn't be playing with themselves in that manner, now should they?" The bear waited until Ozzen shook his head in agreement. "No, they most certainly should not. It's a good thing we're starting your training today." Before Ozzen could ask what this training was, his Uncle picked him up and set him down in the warm bathwater. "Now then, let's get you cleaned up and dressed. We have a special event we need to get to. Lots of friends for you to meet, though you already know some of them..." As Biren talked about their plans for the day, he scrubbed and washed his nephew clean until he seemed satisfied, then rinsed him with a fresh pitcher of water from the bath tub's tap.

Ozzen was shivering slightly as he was placed on the bathroom rug, but warmed up quickly enough as his Uncle toweled him off. Once finished, the brown bear picked up his naked nephew and carried him a short ways down the hall to the nursery. "Let's get you strapped in," Biren said more to himself than to Ozzen, placing his nephew down on the padded table and securing his ankle and wrist bonds.

The act of being bound to the changing table always made Ozzen excited, and this time was no exception. He blushed and smiled sheepishly as his little member stood at attention. Usually his Uncle would just chuckle and then get to dressing him, but this time he paused and examined it, as if deciding something important.

"Hmm, yes, definitely the right time." With that, he left the room, causing Ozzen to cock on eyebrow curiously. A few minutes later, Biren came back into the nursery with a plastic bag of what appeared to be ice cubes, and promptly placed it on the teenage raccoon's erection without so much as a warning.

"Gah! Cold! Cold!" Ozzen stammered, as the striking change in temperature on his private parts caused him to fully strain at his bonds.

Biren smiled slyly. "Of course it's cold. It's ice. Silly little cub." Then he was gone out of the room again.

Ozzen was thrusting his hips as best he could, but he was so stretched out and secured so well, his feeble attempts at motion did nothing to knock the bag off. As the cold seeped into his groin deeper and deeper, he was only partially aware that his very prominent arousal had not only subsided, but that it was shrinking in response to the ice.

It seemed a lifetime before his Uncle Biren came back, but when he did he was carrying a small silver velvety looking pouch. As he set it down on the changing table next to his nephew, he lifted up the bag of ice to see it's effects. "Ah, good, just right!"

Ozzen breathed a sigh of relief as the ice was removed, but his little member had shrunk well down into his sheath and didn't seem interested in coming out any time soon.

"We'd better get this on before 'Lil' Ozzen' decides he wants to play again and we have to put the ice back on." Biren gave a wink to the bound raccoon as he said this. Then before Ozzen could examine what it was his Uncle was pulling out of the bag, Biren leaned over his body to block his view of whatever the bear had planned. It felt like Uncle Biren was wrapping something around the base of his balls and sheath, in the area closest to his body. Then it felt like a cap of some sort was slid over the tip of his sheath, and now something was placed in between his balls, separating them from each other. A little tug and some fiddling, then Ozzen heard a metallic click, and his Uncle nodded to himself and moved out of the way so that the raccoon could finally see just what he had been doing. "There, a perfect fit! I was worried it might have been a tad small. But we would have made it work if that were the case."

Ozzen stared down at his private parts, but couldn't really see them any longer. Instead, what he saw was a silver device, almost like a cage, resting right around his groin. And, to his great surprise, he was very aroused by the thing that was sitting down there. He felt the familiar warmth as he began to get excited, but was soon met with a sudden pressure as his length filled the small silver cage, and wasn't allowed to grow any more. "Ugh. Uhh!" was all he cold think to say as the tightness around his encased member increased, and tried to push the cage off his sheath, which in turn tried to pull the loop fastened at the base of his sheath and balls free, but both were securely linked and so he had the odd sensation of one part of his genitals being pushed back, while the other part was being pulled forward. And while he knew logically that it was now futile to be aroused, since it would only result in this tug of war, his body found the new sensation exhilarating and kept trying to show it's approval by trying to grow more and more.

Biren chuckled as he watched his nephew strain against the bonds fastened to his ankles and wrists, as well as the new bond fastened to his little package. "Yes, you do seem to be responding as I hoped. Good...good." He smiled as he tapped a claw against the silver cage, and it made a ticking sound as though it were made out of some sort of plastic, and then Ozzen understood the odd click he heard as he watched his Uncle's claw gently lift up a small padlock fastened to the top-front of the cage.

Ozzen didn't need to be told just what it was doing there and just what it's presence meant. Then, seemingly to read his mind, his Uncle held up a small silver key, just the right size for the small lock that was holding everything in place. The bear made sure the raccoon got a good look at the representation of his most personal of freedoms, and then walked out of the nursery in the direction of his bedroom.

A few minutes later the bear returned to the brightly colored nursery, whistling a cheery tune, and started unfastening the bonds that held his nephew to the changing table. Ozzen was still staring at the silver cage fastened over his sheath and balls, so it wasn't until he was being lifted down from the table that he realized that something important was missing. "Um, Uncle Biren, what about my diaper?" Normally he would have blushed at having to ask such a question, but given the circumstances, he simply forgot to be embarrassed.

"Well, my dear nephew, where we're going today requires us to be dressed a bit more smartly than normal, and I'm afraid a lumpy diaper will make your special outfit look too silly. You can be a big boy for a little bit and keep from wetting your pants, can't you?" Biren tickled the belly-fur of the raccoons, making him giggle in response. "Can't you?" He continued tickling.

Ozzen knew the tickling wouldn't stop until his Uncle heard what he wanted, so he spurted out "Yes! Yes!" around the giggles, and nodded his head to make sure he was understood.

"There's a good lad!" The bear beamed down proudly at his nephew, and then pinched his cheek affectionately. "Well then, let's get you dressed!"

It turned out that their special destination was the restaurant where Ozzen had first met his Uncle Biren's friends Frint and Terris. He felt a little squeamish as they approached the restaurant, but as the wolf and tiger weren't anywhere to be seen, he figured he'd be safe from having to participate in any more extracurricular activities favored by the pair. Before entering, Ozzen looked himself over in the mirror-like windows of the restaurant, finding that he very much enjoyed this outfit. He had on what he could best describe as a private school uniform from England. Gray shorts that stopped well above the knee, green-banded gray socks that went almost all the way up to his knees, shiny black shoes, a short-sleeve button up white shirt, a green and navy blue stripped tie which was only modestly visible beneath the gray sweater-vest, and a gray jacket. He reached up and adjusted the close fitting green and navy blue cap with the short brim, so that it sat properly and neatly on his head.

Biren watched and chuckled. "Don't worry, you look very presentable." Then, following suit, he proceeded to adjust his dark gray tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.

Ozzen, thought his Uncle looked very nice in his outfit, the pants and button-up vest were also a dark gray tweed like his jacket, and he wore a long-sleeve button-up whit shirt with green bow tie to add a bit of color to everything. The raccoon thought his Uncle could easily have been a professor at a school, and given the large briefcase he was carrying, not to mention the outfit Ozzen was wearing, he thought that that was the image the bear was going for.

Seemingly satisfied with how he looked, Biren opened up the restaurant door for his nephew and ushered him inside. The bear then took Ozzen's hand in his own, and led him to the left and towards the back of the restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't very full, but the overall atmosphere of the place indicated that it was a thriving business. The tables were made of dark, heavy wood, with intricately carved chairs positioned around them. White linen table cloths and napkins were set neatly on the tables, with vases of freshly picked flowers positioned in the middle. They made their way past the bar, to an inconspicuous door set back at the end of a long hallway. Seated by the door was an older leopard dressed in a nice black suit. Ozzen wasn't sure if he actually worked at the restaurant or if he belonged to the same group that his Uncle was showing him today.

"Good day Sirs," the leopard said respectfully with a nod to each of them, though Ozzen was sure he saw the large cat's lips curl when he nodded in his direction. "I take it you are here for the function?"

Biren nodded back and spoke in a very dignified voice, "Yes indeed, Sir." The bear let go of Ozzen's hand so he could fish his wallet out of his back pocket, then opened it up to show the leopard something inside. "I am escorting my nephew through the event, as well."

The leopard nodded, pulled out a sturdy leather notepad and a pen from inside his suit's breast pocket, and began scribbling something in it. "I have noted you have a charge." He then put the pad and pen away, opened the door, and bowed ever so slightly as he indicated for them to proceed inside. "You gentlemen enjoy yourselves."

As Ozzen passed through the door, the leopard gave him a small smile and a wink.

The area that the door led into was surprisingly large considering it's placement in the restaurant, and Ozzen half wondered if maybe some of this space didn't take up space in the shop next door. Like the main restaurant, everything back here had an air of refinement. Dark, heavy wooden tables, though these were set lower to the ground since the only chairs in the place seemed to be over-stuffed leather armchairs. It was definitely an area where someone came to relax and socialize.

All of this may have registered on some level in Ozzen's mind, but nearly all of his attention was drawn to the scents of the place, and the things creating the wonderful smells.

Seated in the chairs, or standing throughout the area, were many different types of men smoking pipes, each of which were throwing their own unique aromas into the smokey air. A large black bear with a bent briar was puffing happily away as he swirled some dark amber colored liquid in a crystal goblet. A buck with an impressive set of antlers was leaning against a wall, a straight billiard held gently in his hoof-tipped fingers, chatting with an old pot-bellied goat who had an almost comically small half-bent woodstock clenched firmly in his teeth. And nearly as many different types of pipes as there were pipe smokers.

Then, something that was new to Ozzen, he began to get excited at seeing all of this. He'd never found himself interested in that way towards his Uncle and his pipes, or his Uncle's friends when they had been around with their pipes. But being immersed in a sea of fuming briars and their owners made his little raccoon bits fully respond. Or, they would have fully responded, but Ozzen was soon reminded that such a thing wasn't possible at this time. The pressure quickly built up down in his shorts, and the raccoon found himself shifting his weight from side to side, seeing if he could find a position that made the maddening containment more bearable.

Biren noticed this and bent down so that his muzzle was right against his nephew's ear, "I see you're responding to this scenario about as I expected. This was another reason we started your training today. It would be hard to explain my nephew's bodily reactions to everyone who noticed the funny lump in his shorts." Biren stopped whispering, looked out across the group of pipe smokers, then continued in his normal volume, "But I dare say that many of them share your love of the briar." He then gave a sly smile to his nephew and was happy to see the young raccoon blush in response.

Ozzen instinctively held tightly onto his Uncle's large paw, and was comforted when his uncle gave a small squeeze in return. Then, they were off to socialize! Biren seemed to know everyone there, and everyone he walked up to smiled brightly at him and gave him a warm greeting. Then, after pleasantries were exchanged, Biren would nudge Ozzen forward and introduce him as his nephew and make the little raccoon perform a slight bow to show his respect. After being introduced a fifth time, the bear added something new to the routine.

"Tell me, Ozzen, what do you like most about this gentleman's pipe?" Biren inquired, barely suppressing a grin.

"Umm..." Ozzen stammered as he gazed up at a shaggy collie who was favoring a light brown straight-stemmed billiard with a rather large bowl.

The collie chuckled, "It's okay, I'm open to criticism." He puffed his pipe a bit, then added "just so long as it's positive."

Ozzen flushed, and the only thing that came to mind was "You smoke it very well, sir."

The collie seemed to mull this over, and then gave a loud belly-laugh. "Oh, my! That's a wonderful complement!" He took a deep draw and blew a large cloud of smoke up into the air, seemingly pleased with himself. "Thank you, Ozzen!" Then he patted the raccoon on top of his head. "You have a fine nephew there, Biren!"

Biren smiled fondly down at his nephew and then addressed the collie, "Yeah, I think he's a pretty good catch." The bear excused them and then guided the raccoon to a nicely padded chair in the corner, where no one had gathered yet. Sitting down in the chair with a slight "oof," Biren patted his lap, indicating the little raccoon should come up and have a seat. "You did a good job there, my fine nephew!" Biren proclaimed as he took out a large bent-stemmed pipe, which he proceeded to pack with his favorite tobacco.

Ozzen blushed but nodded. "Thanks. I wasn't quite sure what to say, but he seemed to be pretty good at making large clouds of smoke."

Ozzen's Uncle chuckled and finished packing his pipe. "Well, hopefully I can compete with him. I'd hate to lose my favorite nephew to another pipe aficionado!"

The raccoon giggled and hugged his Uncle around his large belly. "Nope! You're stuck with me, Uncle Biren! And you're still the best pipe smoker I know!"

Smiling as he lifted the bit to his muzzle, Biren said "Careful! Flattery will get you everywhere!" He bounced the raccoon on his knee, then struck a match and let it settle down to a steady flame. "Now let's see if we can't make some better clouds, eh?"

Ozzen was content as he sat on his Uncle's lap, enjoying the scent of his pipe smoke. Several smokers came over and began conversing with his Uncle while they puffed at their pipes, creating a wonderfully hazy atmosphere. The young raccoon relaxed lazily on the bear's lap until drinks were brought around. Ozzen got a decently sized glass of apple juice, and before taking a sip, he scanned the crowd for any signs of Frint. Satisfied he wouldn't be interrupted in enjoying his juice this time, the raccoon drank the large glassful in quick gulps, smacking his lips as he drained it to the bottom.

"He he he, you are thirsty, aren't you?" Biren chuckled as he took a sip of his tea. "I think we'd better get you another." The bear seemed to signal someone that another apple juice was needed, and in a few minutes a fresh glass was brought over by a server. "Let's see how you do with this one?"

Ozzen smiled slyly and grabbed the glass of juice and downed it as easily as he had the one before. "How's that?"

Taking another sip of tea, "Not too shabby." The other pipe smokers who had seated themselves around Biren all murmured their approval, each sipping at various drinks which had been brought to them. Biren made another motion to the server, and very soon a third glass of juice was resting in the raccoon's paws. "I bet you can't drink that whole glass in less than ten seconds." Biren moved a free paw to his vest and pulled out a nice silver pocket watch.

"Watch me!" Ozzen lifted the juice up to his muzzle and started to drink as fast as he could. Some of the juice sloshed down his chin, but otherwise it all made it into his mouth. Once finished, he made a big show and lowering the glass and letting out a large "Ahh!"

"Dear me! Eight seconds! I think you might be part fish!" Biren bounced Ozzen up and down on his knee while the other gents laughed and politely clapped the raccoon's victory. Before the bear could signal and before Ozzen could ask, another glass of juice was brought over and traded for the empty glass. "Now, then, how about you go a bite more slowly with this one. We want to save some juice for the other cubs." Biren tickled the raccoons belly with a digit and Ozzen squirmed in response.

It wasn't until he began to lift the glass to his lips that Ozzen realized a pressure building deep in his lower abdomen. Blushing, he tugged at his Uncle's jacket, indicating he wanted the bear's ear to come closer. Biren lowered his head, a bemused expression upon his face. "I need to go to the bathroom, Uncle Biren." Ozzen hissed lightly, hoping no one had heard.

The bear whispered back, "You do? But you just got another glass of juice." He took a second to think and then spoke just above a whisper, "I'll take you to the bathroom in just a little bit, after you finish your juice." Indicating that everything was finalized, Biren went back to sipping his tea and conversing with his fellow pipe lovers.

The pressure was quickly building and Ozzen desperately needed to pee, so he proceeded to gulp down the large glass of juice, though not as quickly as he had the first three times. He finished and tugged at his Uncle's jacket again. "I'm done, Uncle Biren. Can I please go to the bathroom."

Biren looked almost annoyed as he gazed down at his nephew and the empty juice. "What did I say? You were supposed to drink that last glass of juice slowly, and then I would take you to the restroom." He shook his head and made a motion to the server.

Ozzen's heart sank as he saw a fifth glass of apple juice being brought over, the amber liquid sloshing around inside the clear container and making him take note of the growing urgency of needing to empty his bladder. "But...but, Uncle Biren..." he squeaked out, the discomfort obvious in his voice.

"Now then, you drink this glass slowly over the next, oh..." the bear fished out his pocket watch and studied it for a moment, "...fifteen minutes, and then we shall take you to the lavatory." The raccoon made a start to argue, but Biren pressed a digit to his lips. "And no talking." He took a sip of his tea, "Good cubs speak when spoken to."

The next fifteen minutes seemed an eternity, the pressure in his bladder growing with each passing moment, which was made worse when Uncle Biren would tip the glass of apple juice up towards Ozzen's muzzle, indicating that he wanted the raccoon to take another sip. He could have sworn that each drop that went down his throat automatically found it's way to his overloaded bladder. As he studied his nearly empty fifth glass of juice, Ozzen couldn't help but imagine all five of those glasses resting uncomfortably in his little body.

Finally, Biren spoke up "There we are, fifteen minutes! Finish your juice and lets be off to the washroom."

Ozzen didn't need to be told twice. He happily took in the last few gulps, set the glass down on the table in front of him, and then leapt to the floor. In that series of motions, the raccoon became agonizingly aware of just how full his bladder was. He instinctively held his paws down around his crotch, as if pushing his privates between his legs might help to contain it for a little bit longer. But as he pushed in, he was reminded that no such thing was possible. The plastic cage fitted around his genitals was keeping everything front and center, ready to let things flow as they ought to. He whimpered to himself, but was happy when his Uncle gently grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and guided him towards the bathrooms.

"You're such a big boy, keeping your shorts dry and clean and holding in all of that wee-wee. I'm so proud of you!"

They rounded the corner to a short hallway which contained the restrooms, but were cut off as a large rhinoceros in tan slacks and a maroon sweater vest snuck in front of them. "Sorry gents! Bit of an emergency, you know!" Before Ozzen could protest, the gray rhino ducked into the room with the word 'Gentlemen' written on the door, then closed and locked it behind him.

Ozzen wanted to cry, but kept his wits about him and made right for the vacant bathroom with 'Ladies' written on it. He was imagining the sweet release as he waddled towards the door, but was easily held back by his Uncle's large, strong paw.

"What do you think you're doing?" Biren asked incredulously.

"I'm going to the bathroom, Uncle Biren!" Ozzen was flabbergasted that he needed to explain this to the bear.

"But that restroom is for ladies." Biren explained, using a tone as though he were trying to explain that the sky is blue.

"Yes, but..." The raccoon peered out into the large room, searching for any sign that a girl was present, even taking note of the servers, and found that this gathering was indeed dominated by men and men only, save for one small cub who desperately needed to empty his bladder. "But there's no girls around!"

In reply, the bear pulled the raccoon back to stand right beside him. "That doesn't matter. Rules are rules. And good cubs follow the rules. We'll just have to wait until that gentleman finishes with his business."

And so they waited, though Ozzen wasn't sure how long. It may have been a minute or ten, but his Uncle soon grew tired. "Hmm, it seems he'll be a while. Let's go back and sit down and I can enjoy the rest of my pipe. How does that sound?" Biren grabbed the little raccoons paw and started tugging him along to the nice comfy chair, when it started.

Ozzen knew it was going to happen, he just couldn't hold it in any longer, and as the warm liquid started flowing out of the opening of his silver cage, warm tears began pouring from his eyes as he stopped right at the entrance to the short hallway and wet his gray shorts.

"Ozzen!" The large bear exclaimed, which in turn attracted more attention to the scene which was playing out.

But the raccoon didn't care. As humiliating as the whole situation was, with the warm urine soaking his shorts and running down his legs to seep through the socks and into his shiny black shoes, and then overflowing into a growing puddle on the floor, he was relieved to finally be getting some release.

It was a wonderful experience, lost in the sweet freedom of letting go and just doing what needed to be done. He wished that it would last forever, but soon his full bladder had emptied all of it's contents, and he was left there with a horrible mess and a horrible feeling of embarrassment.

All the talking in the back room had stopped, none of the men were puffing their pipes anymore, and every eye was on Ozzen. The sound of the men's restroom door being unlocked and opened filled the silent room like the crack of a whip, and the rhinoceros stepped out whistling. "The room's all yours, little guy!" He stopped in mid-stride as he took in the scene in front of him. "Unless...you don't need it anymore?"

Biren moved his nephew by lifting him up from under his arms and depositing him to the side of the slightly yellow puddle, while addressing the rhinoceros. "I am so sorry. If you would just step around. Yes, watch your step. I am so terribly sorry. My nephew just couldn't keep his pants dry." The bear huffed and mad a big show of asking for a mop from the servers, who assured him that it was no problem and that they would clean it up and that this sort of thing happened all the time. "I am so sorry. Obviously I was mistaken to bring him here without protection." The bear grabbed Ozzen under the arms again and carried him outstretched to the area next to the comfy chair.

Ozzen could only look down at his wet shoes, not wanting to meet the eyes of anyone there. He was so focused on not wanting to be noticed that he didn't register just what his Uncle had been saying or doing until he felt his shoes and socks being taken off, followed promptly by his soaked shorts. Now he was just standing in nothing but his yellow-stained white briefs, and he could only watch as his Uncle opened his briefcase and started pulling out a changing pad, a small pack of baby wipes, baby powder, and a thick disposable diaper.

"Good thing I came prepared for such an occurrence," he mumbled to himself as he laid out the changing pad. Then he looked the little wet raccoon right in the eyes and said sternly, "Take off your underwear and lay down."

"I...I..." Ozzen couldn't think of anything to say, not that much was coming out of his mouth other than sobs. So he did as he was told and removed his soaked underwear, setting them on the pile of his other wet clothes, and laid down on the mat, knowing full well that the shiny silver cage was being displayed prominently for all the gents to see who were seated close to the action. Then he felt a pacifier stuffed into his muzzle with a low growl from his Uncle bear telling him to stay quiet.

"Oh dear, I need some paper towels and some bags..." Biren turned to another gentleman seated close by and addressed him. "I'm sorry, but would you keep an eye on him while I grab a few things? It will only take a moment."

A familiar voice responded, "Of course. It's not a problem at all." Ozzen turned quickly to find the white tiger Terris sitting in one of the chairs, and close by him was Frint. Of course.

"Thank you, so very much!" Biren then turned to Ozzen and waggled a finger at him. "Now you stay put for Terris, and no more making messes!"

Ozzen blushed, but nodded his understanding, and tried to look away from the tiger and wolf and the growing crowd of curious pipe enthusiasts. He heard a general murmur of men talking to each other, mostly about his silver chastity cage locked on to his small package. Frint growled his approval to his tiger friend, saying "It looks good on him, don't you think?" It was a great relief when his Uncle returned with the towels and proceeded to dry him off, then wipe him down with the baby wipes and dust him with the powder, and then finally fasten the thick plastic diaper in place.

Frint spoke out loud, though mostly to himself. "I think the pink one looked much better on him."

Biren seemed to ignore the comment."There, now we won't have any more accidents!" He proclaimed to the raccoon, then put all of the soaked clothes and changing pad into another plastic bag and put that back into the briefcase. "Now, if you don't mind," Biren lifted Ozzen up and then placed him muzzle first in a nearby corner, "I would like to enjoy the rest of my pipe."

Ozzen stopped crying soon enough. He simply sucked on his pacifier and looked right at the corner, ashamed that he couldn't hold out for just a few minutes more to use the potty like a big boy. Maybe it was good his Uncle kept him in diapers? His mind drifted in and out of such thoughts while his Uncle Biren chatted with his pipe pals. But soon enough Ozzen felt himself being picked up by his Uncle and he instinctively turned and pressed his head into the bear's chest, not wanting anyone to see his face, especially Frint and Terris.

"Gentlemen, until next month." Biren said to the fellows he had been chatting with, and then they were on their way out of the smokey back parlor. The bear apologized profusely to all the serves as they made their way to the door, and nodded to the leopard as they passed by. Once into the open street, Biren quickly carried his nephew to the car, buckled him into place, then got in and drove home in silence.

Back inside the house, Biren deposited Ozzen in the bathroom and undressed him the rest of the way, leaving him only in his fluffy diaper, and started drawing a bath. "We need to get you cleaned up, since you made such a mess."

Ozzen blushed and nodded and cooperated passively as his Uncle took off the diaper and set him down in the warm tub. He realized that there were bubbles in the bath, and for some reason this lifted his spirits a bit. He grabbed a dollop of foam with an open paw and lifted it up into the air, planning to place it on his Uncle's nose, but he stopped short as he remembered he was in trouble.

The bear watched all of this as he was wetting a washcloth in the bathwater, and finally sighed and chuckled. "Go ahead."

The raccoon smiled around his pacifier and carefully placed the small mound of white foam on the bear's nose, then burst into a fit of giggles when Biren sneezed and sent foam flying everywhere.

Wrinkling his nose, Biren removed the pacifier from his nephew's muzzle. "I think you've had quiet time long enough." Then he got to work on soaping up the raccoon and cleaning off the smell of his urine.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Biren. I didn't mean to..."

The bear held up a soapy paw, indicating that the raccoon didn't need to continue. "No, no, it's my fault for pushing you so far." He went back to washing the top of Ozzen's head. "You did have quite a lot of juice, and I did make you wait a long time." Unbeknownst to Ozzen, the bear was fashioning his head-fur into a mohawk. "And maybe I wanted to show you that diapers are useful things, especially when you're palling around with your Uncle. And maybe...I wanted an excuse to show off your new little toy."

The bear reached down below the water and Ozzen felt a gentle tug on his cage. He couldn't help but blush, and instantly his little member tried to get hard again. "I do like my new toy, Uncle Biren. I think it will be fun to play with in the future."

Biren smiled. "In the future? What ever do you mean? I'm leaving that guy locked on for a couple of weeks. I think having it taken off will be a wonderful birthday present, don't you think?" The bear winked, and enjoyed the look of horror that spread across his nephew's face.

"But, school starts next week! And I have P.E. On Tuesdays and Thursdays! What if I have to take a shower?! What if..."

Biren interrupted his nephew "Oh, don't worry. I know your coach and I'll make sure he knows that you'll need to be excluded from showering until October. For medical reasons." The bear smiled, seemingly satisfied with this plan.

Ozzen wasn't so sure, but he didn't have time to voice his concerns because the phone began to ring.

"Always when we're in the tub!" The bear threw up his arms in mock outrage, then grabbed a towel as he rushed out the door to answer the telephone.

Ozzen busied himself in the tub by testing the security of his cage, and found that it was on there until his Uncle said otherwise. Again, this line of thinking got him excited and he was soon loving and hating the squeezing sensation around his imprisoned genitals.

Biren came back into the bathroom and dropped the now damp towel on the floor. "Good news, my little wet wonder! That was the chairman of my pipe club. They thought you were adorable and would love to have you back!"

Ozzen perked his ears and smiled widely. "Really?!"

Biren kneeled back down and grabbed an empty cup on the side of the tub . "Yes indeed!" He filled the cup with water, "But they have one request." He held the full cup of water over Ozzen's head. "They'd appreciate it if you came already wearing a diaper." Biren smiled wide and dumped the water over Ozzen's head, washing away the soapy mohawk.