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A Dragon for Christmas Part Six: Can it get any worse?

"Come on Tyler, open up! Here comes the airplane!" Tyson had a spoonful of mashed squash ready for Kilmor. The black dragon slowly opened his mouth and let the spoon enter.

The food wasn't bad, but this was his fourth jar of squash he was on. He was beginning to get full. Not to mention the three full bottles of formula he drank in between. Roger and Laura had insisted Tyson feed "Tyler" the last jar of squash. Kilmor was fine with that, due to the wolf parent's making sure he was as messy as ever. They would purposely smear the baby food all over Kilmor's face and his bib that was tied around his neck. By the time Tyson was about to feed him, it had looked like Kilmor had dunked his face in a tub of mashed squash.

After breakfast, Tyson's parents told him to watch his brother and play with him while they were "working on a project". Kilmor knew they were coming up with more ways to humiliate and torment him even further.

Tyson was showing Kilmor all of the toys he had gotten for Christmas. Not surprisingly, Kilmor had also gotten presents. Most of them consisted of baby toys such as stuffed animals, blocks, a rattle, and a new playpen for the living room.

Tyson played with Kilmor for an hour until Kilmor started to yawn loudly. He was tired for some reason, probably from all the food he devoured. Tyson looked at Kilmor and smiled.

"Are you sleepy Tyler?" he asked as he set down a remote control car. "Mommy and Daddy said you should go into the playpen if you need a nap."

Tyson led Kilmor to the playpen. Once Kilmor got in, he was surprised by how much room he had. These people must have gone to great lengths to get these oversized baby items. Tyson gave him his blue pacifier to nurse on.

"I should just leave, what is wrong with me!?" thought Kilmor to himself as he nursed on his pacifier. He was still working on an escape plan, but there were too many risks. First off, Tyson would scream and his parents would be chasing after Kilmor in a heartbeat. It wasn't that he was afraid that they would catch him, it had to do more with how he was dressed. He couldn't walk out in public like this. He could get arrested for all he knew, thrown into an insane asylum and made a prisoner again. He would have to wait for the window of opportunity.

Kilmor lay onto his back and started to close his eyes. Then he started to drift off into sleep, forgetting where he was and what he was wearing.

Tyson returned to his Christmas presents and played with them again. After a few minutes, he swore he heard what sounded like a fart. It was loud enough for him to hear. He looked over at the playpen. Kilmor was still fast asleep. Tyson went back to playing when he heard the same sound again, this time a bit louder. He giggled a little and looked over at the playpen. Kilmor was on his side and sucking on his pacifier and hugging a stuffed monkey close to his chest. Tyson got up and went over to where Kilmor was sleeping and looked in. He smiled at the sight of his baby brother. Suddenly, a loud fart like before erupted from Kilmor's behind. Tyson jumped back and laughed a little. He peeked into the playpen again and his eyes grew wide.

Kilmor's diapered butt was starting to expand a little. As each second passed, the diaper grew bigger and bigger. Tyson knew what was happening, but it still took him by surprise. He watched as Kilmor continued to poop, until a wet fart came out of Kilmor's butt. He was done.

Tyson jaw dropped and he started to call for his parents.

"MOM, DAD, COME QUICK!" he shouted loudly, enough to wake Kilmor.

Kilmor was startled by Tyson's yelling and did not notice anything different until he sat on his diapered rump and heard a squish. He turned around and saw his diaper had expanded in size. He could feel something in his diaper as he moved around. He didn't register what had happened until the smell hit his nostrils. He couldn't believe he had actually gone number two in his diaper.

Roger and Laura ran into the room, probably expecting Tyson to be crying at the sight of his baby brother running from the room quickly. Their fears were gone as they looked at Kilmor and smelled the air.

Laura had started to laugh. "It looks like Tyler had his first messy accident!"

Tyson nodded. "Yeah! He was taking a nap, and I heard some noises. So I went to the playpen and..and..I saw everything!!"

Roger picked up Tyson. "Nothing to worry about son, this is normal for babies. We will get changed into a fresh diaper in no time.

Tyson was still confused. "But you just changed him! Aren't you mad?"

"No dear. Babies go through tons of diapers." Laura said. "That's why your father and I stocked up. We knew he was going to go through a lot."

Roger set Tyson down. "Just keep playing with your toys and your mother and I will get Tyler cleaned up."

"Okay Daddy".

Roger motioned for Kilmor to follow. Kilmor was so embarrassed. His diaper was drooping big time and was dragging behind him as he crawled after Roger and Laura.

He was led into the baby room once again. He stood up, took the pacifier out of his mouth, and grabbed the seat of his diaper to make sure nothing leaked.

"What the hell....I......" Kilmor stammered. He was still in shock over what happened.

"Get up on the table, now" Laura had already gotten out two diapers and some powder.

Kilmor did as he was told. But he was as red as a cherry.

"How could this happen? I'm an adult for God's sake, how......." he stopped midsentence and looked at the two wolves. Roger was by his feet and Laura was by his head. It suddenly hit him.

"You put something in that food didn't you?" He was looking from Laura to Roger. They had blank stares on their faces.

"HOW DARE Y.........!" His cries were muffled by the pacifier that was attached to a string. Laura had tied it on him in order to gag him. Kilmor was about to attack them when Roger had pulled out his gun and pointed it at Kilmor.

"Honey, ties his hands so he doesn't move around." Roger said coldly.

Laura grabbed one of Kilmor's hands and tied it to a corner of the table. Kilmor was surprised to learn that the table had restraints on each corner, something he didn't realize the last time. His other arm was tied to another corner. Roger still had the gun trained on him. Laura moved to Kilmor's legs and started to change him. Then Roger spoke with a smile:

"To answer your question, yes we did put something in the food. We were surprised that you had wet yourself, but we knew that you were not going to play the role entirely. So we felt you needed a little push. If you are going to pretend to be a baby, you have to do everything a baby does. You were right before; we will do ANYTHING to make our son happy. And you should be scared of what were are capable of."

Laura had taken the dirty diapers off and had already powdered Kilmor. She started to diaper him when she said: "Oh and by the way. There are going to be some....changes made to your body."

Kilmor looked at her with a glare. What did she mean by "changes"?

"It's nothing to be concerned with. You'll just be putting on some extra pounds is all." Laura was finished with the first diaper and started on the second. Roger grinned.

"That's right. By the time we are done with you, you are going to be one chubby dragon baby!"

Kilmor grunted from behind his pacifier. He couldn't understand why they would do this. Unless.....

He looked up at the ceiling. Now he knew why they weren't worried about him escaping. They were going to fatten him up and make him slow!

Laura had finished diapering him. She untied the pacifier gag and had another one ready in her paw. Roger had put his gun away.

"Now that that's over with, let's get you back with Tyson. I'm sure he is dying to play with you."

Kilmor had been given a light lunch. A couple jars of bananas and a bottle. He went back to playing with Tyson while the parents were off planning another humiliating act against Kilmor.

Tyson had a bottle with him and was told to feed "Tyler". Tyson had just finished spelling out the word "dragon" with Kilmor's blocks when Tyson stopped.

"Oops. I better give you your bottle. I don't want you to starve!"

Tyson grabbed the bottle as Kilmor put himself on his back. Tyson made Kilmor hold the bottle himself. Kilmor was not happy with this situation.

He was almost half-way done with the bottle and had removed it to take a few breaths when it had slipped from his claws and landed on the floor. Tyson and Kilmor had both started to reach for it when Kilmor heard a loud "ouch!!"

He stopped and looked at Tyson. He was holding his arm tightly, clearly in pain. Kilmor had realized what he had done. As both went for the bottle, Kilmor must have scratched Tyson with one of his claws by accident.

He stared at the five year-old wolf, shaking a little. He had hurt this child, by accident. He didn't know why he felt bad, but it was a feeling nonetheless. The thought that the wolf parents might have heard Tyson didn't cross his mind until...

Roger and Laura ran into the room. They were looking at Tyson, then at Kilmor, then back at Tyson. They were putting two and two together. And Kilmor was afraid of that.

Laura ran to Tyson, with tears in her eyes. "My baby! Are you alright? What happened?"

Kilmor was afraid that Tyson was going to cry out and completely blame Kilmor, but he didn't.

"Well Mommy, Tyler was drinking his bottle, and he dropped it. So I went to pick it up and so did Tyler. And he scratched me by accident."

Roger and Laura both glanced at Kilmor. He could see the rage in their eyes. He was in for it big time.

Roger was clearly the maddest of all, but he held back with gritted teeth.

"That was not a nice thing to do, Tyler!"

Tyson was clearly still trying to defend his baby brother. Kilmor was actually very touched by this.

"But Daddy! It was an accident, honest. Tyler was just trying to get his bottle. And I'm fine, really."

Roger stomped towards Kilmor and grabbed him under his armpits. To Kilmor' surprise, the wolf father had thrown him over his shoulder. He looked at Tyson.

"I know it was an accident, but Tyler did hurt you and he needs to learn that in this house, we do not hurt one another."

Kilmor couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"And yet," Kilmor thought, "you're about to beat me senseless. Ironic isn't it?"

Roger marched out of the living room while Laura carried Tyson to the bathroom to heal his wound.

Roger had passed the Kilmor's room and went straight down to the garage. This did not bode well.

After entering the garage, Roger grabbed a nearby wooden chair. He set Kilmor on the ground and pulled out the gun. Kilmor couldn't believe what was happening.

"Is he actually going to kill me!?!? Kilmor thought to himself. He had never been so afraid in his life.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Laura entered. She had a roll of duct tape, a paddle, and something that looked like hedge trimmers in her hands. Kilmor's heart started to pound harder and harder.

"You....you....Laura! Tie him up, now!" Roger yelled.

Laura proceeded to tie Kilmor's arms and legs together. She then sat down on the wooden chair. Roger picked up Kilmor and set him across Laura's lap. He then pulled Kilmor's diapers down.

"You brought this on yourself, bucko. You're about to get the spanking of a lifetime." Roger spoke as he raised the paddle and swung hard. The wood made contact with Kilmor's butt.

The pain was almost unbearable. Kilmor screamed, but only muffled cries came out. Another whack brought about more pains and more muffled screaming. He couldn't take it anymore.

Roger continued to whack Kilmor's butt, with a break here and there with Laura spanking him with her bare paw. That just made it even worse.

The punishment continued for what seemed like hours. By the end of it, Kilmor had started crying. Tears had fallen from his face and hit the cold hard ground like raindrops. He had never been in so much pain before.

Roger walked over to Kilmor's face and grabbed it hard.

"Are you going to be a good boy from now on?" Roger asked as he gripped the dragon's face even harder.

Kilmor nodded violently.

Roger stood up. "Now then, to make sure you don't hurt anyone else in this house, were going to get you cleaned up a bit" He nodded to Laura and she set Kilmor on the ground. She then grabbed the hedge trimmers. Moving over to his hands, she began to clip off all of his claws on his hands.

Kilmor sat quietly, still sobbing. He was still hurting from the spanking he was just given.

A few minutes had passed and Laura was finished. She had clipped off every claw and horn on Kilmor's body. Only his wings would tell people that he was a dragon now.

He started to get up when Roger put a foot down on his chest. "We're not done with you yet."

Laura moved to a corner of a garage and started to shove something heavy over to where Kilmor and Roger were. It was a huge chest. It wasn't there when he was being held in the garage. This must have been part of their "project".

Laura opened the chest and reached in. She found what she was looking for and took it out. What she held made Kilmor shout.

It was a giant blue onesie. It had slits in the back for the wings to fit through as well as a hole in the rear for the tale. There was a cloud with a frown on and words under it that said "Lil' stinker".

Roger moved over and pulled out other items. A bonnet, booties, and mittens.

The two wolves moved closer to Kilmor. Kilmor was trying to move away, but didn't get very far before Roger had his foot on Kilmor again.

"This punishment is far from over" Roger hissed as he and Laura walked towards the helpless baby dragon.

The family ate dinner in silence. Roger had finished his quickly in order to feed Kilmor. Just like breakfast, he had smeared the food all over Kilmor before putting the spoon into his mouth.

Kilmor had undergone a change. He was wearing his blue onesie, mittens on his hands and booties on his feet. There was the biggest, ugliest, bonnet tied to his head. Tyson kept glancing over at Kilmor and every time he did, he giggled a little. To think that he had actually felt bad for this little brat.

After a total of six jars and four bottles, Kilmor was finished. The family had also finished their plates.

Roger picked up Kilmor and set him on the ground. Tyson got out of his chair and went over to Kilmor.

"Good night Tyler! Sweet dreams!" And the wolf pup kissed Kilmor on the cheek. Then Laura led him to his bedroom. Kilmor was still mad at the pup, but it warmed his heart a little to know that the kid wasn't completely bratty.

Roger led Kilmor to the baby room. After both had entered the room and Roger had shut the door, Kilmor felt a pain in his stomach. He clutched his stomach and a loud fart came out. Then it happened again.

His diaper filled with poop, even more than last time. It felt like the diaper was going to break. The second diaper was beginning to expand as well. But Kilmor had finally stopped, until his bladder gave out and filled the front of his diaper.

He turned his head towards Roger. He took the pacifier out and spoke.

"Again!? How many times are you going to do this to me??"

Roger shook his head. "Into bed, NOW"

Kilmor stood up and his diaper drooped, almost to the floor. "You mean you're not going to....change me!?"

Roger stepped towards Kilmor until he was face to face with the dragon. "Bed, now"

Kilmor knew it was pointless to fight him. He made his way to the crib and crawled in. Roger lifted the side of the crib back up and locked it. Obviously he wasn't taking any chances.

And he wasn't. He took both of Kilmor's arms and tied them with duct tape. He did the same with his legs. He then put the pacifier gag into Kilmor's mouth and tied it around his head. He made sure the crib was locked and that Kilmor's restraints were tight, then said:

"Your door is going to be locked. We are not taking any more chances with you." He walked over to the door and was about to leave when he stopped.

"Oh by the way. We ran out of laxatives when we used them on your breakfast. In other words, that mess you just made in your diapers; that was ALL you." He laughed quietly and shut the door. The lock had turned and clicked, which meant Kilmor was trapped in this room.

Kilmor laid in his crib and cried. He was crying over everything: the spanking, the humiliation, the fact he had pooped himself. But he was crying because he wanted to leave. He wanted to run far from this place and never look back. But there was no way that he could now. The wolf parents were definitely going to be keeping a closer eye on him. How could he possibly hope to escape now?

After endless tears and moaning, Kilmor was getting sleepy. He tried several positions until he found one that was both comfortable and didn't disturb the poop in his diapers.

Tyler the dragon baby, in his messy and wet diapers, had surrendered to sleep at last.