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The fox growled as he jumped up and down trying to reach a cup. He jumped up and this time slammed his head into the counter. He sat down on the ground, and his eyes welled up with tears as he rubbed his head. Glen walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He saw Gif sitting on the floor rubbing his head. "What happened, are you ok," he asks. My emotions were flaring high today because the massive change to my body had taken full effect. My body was producing the hormones of a five year old, and I was super angry at my inability to do much of anything without help. I punched the ground and stood up, stamping my feet paws and crying. This time I truly was throwing a fit. I watched myself, as if in a third person camera. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... was I really doing that? I watched horrified and tried desperately to grab hold of myself.

My mind raced as I moved back into my body. The chemistry in my brain was changing as my hormones dictated my emotions. It had been four days now since I had been that lion's fucking lab rat. I was content to make him pay. Tears still streamed down my face as Glen picked me up. "You ok buddy," he asks as he wipes my tears away with his thumb. I grabbed him and hugged him tight. I'm not sure why, but a basic desire to be held and loved was running my thoughts. He held me and patted my back as he filled up a glass of juice for me. He sat me down on the bed and gave me the glass. "Here, this is what you wanted, right?"

"T-thanks," I say as I sniffle and take a sip.

"Sure thing; do you need a change before we head to the store," he asks in a matter-of-fact way.

I was still getting used to these stupid things. They were bulky, impeded movement, impractical in the field, distracting, soft, crinkly, warm -- what the hell am I thinking: I shake it off as I watch Glen pull off the tapes of my soaked diaper. I scrunched up my nose at my own scent. "I can't wait to be out of these fucking things... you don't even know," I squeaked out meekly. "I hate the stewpid wion so much." I say as I play with my thumbs. The husky tilted his head slightly, noticing the fox's speech was starting to change whenever he was going through strong emotion. He had only seen Gif's bioluminescence once other time before now; when he had almost gotten shot by his friend by accident. Now though, the fox was striped in a green glow. The husky nuzzled the cub to comfort him as he cleaned off his best friends nethers. It was kind of strange changing him into a diaper, feeding him, holding him and well; treating him like a five year old when Gif's emotions ran high. "Almost done," Glen says as he slides the new diaper under Gif and securely tapes it shut.

He always adored the look on the foxes face whenever he changed him though. He looked confused, happy, sad, angry, content and disturbed all at the same time. A look that made him scrunch up his face and wriggle his feet paws. Glen couldn't help but coo softly and gently pet the young fox's tummy. "S-stop it Glen, we have work to do," Gif responds as he wags his tail.

"I need to go see Ann," I say abruptly.

"Ann? Your ex-girlfriend Ann," Glen asks with his head tilted to the side.

"Yeah... as much as I hate to say it, she might be me only hope in keeping cogent thoughts. These mood swings can't happen during the operation and she has the means to help."

"Okay, well I guess we should go then." Glen says as he begins packing up our stuff.

Glen takes me over to the table and sets me on a booster seat. I blush and whine out in protest. "Oh Gif, relax. It's made to help cubs see over the table, and it works equally well for helping a small twenty-two year old fox out too," he says as he puts a pb & j sandwich in front of me cut into quarters. My stomach was growling, I hadn't eaten in over thirty hours. So I didn't make a protest over those tiny -- well they were almost perfect size for me - sandwich bites. He packed up everything and took me to the car. I was still licking the jelly off my paws and maw. "Dude, come on. If you're gonna act like a cub, I'll treat you like one... now wipe it off with a napkin," he says as he tosses a wet-nap at me. I snarl at him and wipe off my face and paws.

By the time Glen had arrived outside of Ann's house, Gif had long fallen asleep. He was in a young body; he was fatigued and incredibly stressed -- poor guy needed all the sleep he could get. Glen didn't wake him till he was right outside Ann's. Gif stirred awake as the car stopped moving and he poked his head up from under a jacket in the back seat. "God did I sleep the whole way here," I ask as I roll my eyes. "Well I think Ann can help me find a temporary solution. Let me go first, she doesn't know you and she might not even recognize me," I say as I walk up to the door. I jump up to ring the doorbell and I hear someone shuffling their way to the door. A few loud clicks later and the door opens. "Can I help you," a tall cheetah inquires as she looks down from the door. "Umm... Hi Ann, you defiantly can," I sheepishly utter out. "W-who are you? The neighbor's kid or something?"

"Umm... actually do you remember that time at Jenskie's where we threw a golf cart into the trash compactor..." I reply as I look up at her with my tail between my legs.

"G-Gif?!" she yells out, stunned. "What in the fuck happened to you," she shrieks out.

"Long story, I need someone with your expertise in neuroscience to make me a temporary compound. I'm suffering from dramatic mood swings... and well -- for lack of a better term-- cubby moments. In example, I act the age you would perceive me as for brief moments, though I realize it's happening I can't do much about it. Can you make me a compound to counteract the hormones and give me some piece of cogency back!?"

She ushers me inside and I wave my paw for my friend to join. "You remember Glen," I ask as I waddle slightly inside. She nods, "Yeah, your gay friend." I headtilt in response, "Gay? He told me he was straight," I reply confused. "That's not important now though, what do you need to do to me to get all the info you need. I have to get to the store to buy enough fertilizer to grow corn for the government," I say with a sigh. "Just your blood, I should have something ready in twenty-four hours."

After taking a few vials of blood from my arm, she put a printed bandage over the injection site. I was not happy about it, but people perceived me as a cub and I was kind of getting used to being treated like one - not that I didn't do everything in my power to correct them. "So twenty-four hours then," I ask as I tear the bandage off, rolling my eyes at the, "Dora the Explorer," print on the bandage. "And seriously? Tan if fine, thanks. In fact - fuck it," I say with a huff and hop off the table. "Jeez, someone is a grumpy butt," Ann scoffs as she turns and takes the samples to her desk. "Yes, twenty-four hours," she says as she gets to work. "See you den Ann. F-Fanks fow da hewlp," the fox says sheepishly. My eyes open wide; I quickly move my paws over my maw. Did I just speak like a toddler? That didn't really just happen, did it? No fucking way this is happening. "Aww, you're quite the cute cub Gif. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing," she says as she begins running tests on the blood. "I want my life back Ann. I know you won't let me down, even despite everything... you're still one of the only furs I can count on. By the way, if I wasn't totally into guys, I would be all over those sexy spots," I say with a wink. "Oh please... Looks like you have a wet diaper," she says as she snickers. "Maybe when you can keep your pants dry, we can revisit that idea," she says as she winks back. "Oh shud-up. I'll see you soon," I reply with a burning red face as I walk out, Glen in tow.

"That went well," Glen says as he helps me into the car. He opens the driver door and sits down in the seat. "Let's go do surveillance on the lions house. We have twenty-four hours till we can make a move, I don't trust myself. The risk is too great of my emotions taking over and that can't happen on the op."

"My thoughts exactly," he replies.

"Besides, I just got this new spotter scope. It has a digital zoom of one kilometer. I'll be damned if we can't see inside his house!"

"No way? Does it have thermal imaging," he asks, nearly jumping out of his seat.

"Damn straight it does!"

He stomps on the gas pedal and we take off towards the lion's house. "From now on, the Chad D. Glasglow is to be referred to by all communications as, 'tango,'" I say as I start loading up magazines in the back of the car. "We are about three mikes (minutes) away from the tango. Be advised, tango is heavily guarded at all times. We must not be seen as we are flagged. Stay far, stay quiet. The urban setting will provide decent cover, however our avenue of approaches on his twenty are extremely open. Be advised that deadly force has been authorized to tango's guards," I bark out as I load in the last bullet into a magazine. "Roger that, Alpha copies all."

Watching that fucker in his house and not being able to do a damn thing has got to be a form of hell. Sitting there, eating fucking ice cream. I swear I might just kill him after I get what I want. "Looks like he's pretty cozy in there," Glen says as he stares through the scope. Hour six of surveillance, and I was pretty bored. My diaper was soaked and I knew it would begin to leak soon. "Glen... umm... W-where's the d-d-diapers..." I ask with my face burning red. "in the blue bag. Do you need a change," he asks setting the scope down. "No, you keep watching fuck face over there. I can do this on my own, don't let him out of your sight for even a second," I blurt out in both despair and anger. He nods and keeps focused on our target.

I climb into the back seat of the car. Fuck I hated the whole process of diapers. I would have thought it was easier to not have to go to the toilet all the time, but it's quite the daunting process to change. Getting the diaper off, cleaning yourself and re-fitting the new diaper on before taping it up. Of course my tapes were super crooked. Glen giggled and handed me the scope. I watched the lion as he sat at his desk. He was in the study doing paperwork... *zzzziip.. pop.. crinkle* I whimpered softly as the husky adjusted the tapes to make them straight. It was really distracting having him do that to me while I was trying to gather intel. He gently swatted my butt and took the scope back. "Glen, I do appreciate everything you do for me... but I think even you're starting to see me as a cub."

"You are a cub," he says back.

"I AM NOT A FUCKING CUB!"

"You are, you just have life experience that a normal cub your age does," he says as he looks at me with those stern, beautiful eyes. "If you haven't noticed, you're behavior is becoming increasingly more like that of a cub."

"You fucking think I don't know this? I can see it; I just can't do anything about it. I want some way out Glen. If I revert back to a cub... please don't give me up for adoption," I whimper out softly.

"That won't happen; you're going through the worst of it right now. Your brain just needs some time to adjust to the hormone change."

"We're getting off topic," I say as my ears fold down in anger, " Let's stir up some trouble and see how security responds," I say as I pull out my phone and dial a number. "... yeah... no... Conquistidor of Bombay... about a pound... 5th and central... see you then," I say as I hang up my phone. I go to my bag and pull 1.2 thousand dollars from the bag. "What's that for," Glen asks. "Oh, just my good 'ol pal bringing us some military grade C4 to make a ruckus with," I reply with a smirk grin on my face. "I'll be right back." I hop out of the car and walk down the alley just behind us. It was late at night now and it was dark back here. I have never been afraid of the dark; in fact I thrived on the still of the night. There was a bag under a blue dumpster. I knew this bag well. I pulled it out from under the dumpster. I opened it up to confirm its contents. Everything was in order: ahh, I always loved the smell of explosives. I took the freezer bag from inside the bag and zipped it back up. I looked over my shoulder and held the stack of cash under my elbow. I fanned it out and then rolled it up and stuffed it in the freezer bag, zipped it up and stuffed it inside the dumpster. This method was referred to as the dead drop. It's the safest way to do business.

I quickly moved away from the drop zone and carried the bag back to the car, being it was only a couple of pounds it was a breeze. I hopped in the car and moved some stuff off the seat to begin work. I cut off a quarter pound and set a detonator on it. "I need you to cause a distraction while I put it in place. If you look at the live satellite images, you can see we have a four minute window where these two guards in the back cross paths and don't look back. I just need you to make sure that they don't see me at all."

"I can do that, can I borrow a quarter pound of that for the distraction."

"The rest of that is for your distraction," I say as I grab my .22 M4 and Glock and hop out of the car.

Nothing really gets your heart pumping quite like running down an urban alley with a com link in your ear, an assault rifle in your paws and a handgun in your waistband... fuck of my diaper... Such a depressing thought, but I must keep moving. "Bravo to alpha," I quietly say into my mic. "Bravo this is alpha, send your traffic."

"What is my twenty relative to the south facing wall, how copy."

"Good copy, 200 meters. Move down the alley and take the right hand side at the fork. I repeat, right side at fork. How copy?"

"Solid copy alpha, right at the fork; bravo copies all," I say as I move quickly down the street.

"Charges in place bravo, how copy?"

"Solid copy alpha, detonate on your count. How copy?"

"Good copy bravo, detonation in 10... 9."

I ran fast, the diaper was crinkling and getting in the way. I stopped for a moment, and pulled it off. I tossed it in a dumpster and pulled my pants back up finally making some ground as I sprinted with all my agility to the breech.

"6... 5... 4.."

Run, run, run. Damn it move those stubby fucking legs! Look there it is!

"... 2... 1..."

*BOOM* I could hear the explosion in the distance. The guards all rushed to the front to see what the commotion was. I shouldered my M4 and quickly moved into the infill point. Everything was going off without a hitch. I placed the explosive by the pool area of the lion's house and activated the detonator. I quickly jumped up on a table and back over the wall, falling on my head as I made my ex-fill. "*sniffle*bravo to al-alpha"

"This is alpha, send it."

"Package in p-*sniffle*place, be ready for ex-fill in three mikes, how copy," I say as I move onward, my stupid cubby body, now was not the time! I re-shouldered my M4 and moved down the alley back to the car. All went to plan, except I had not counted on the eight foot fence being so enormous in my body. I made it to the door and kept the muzzle of my gun facing down the alley. Glen opens the door and I hop in. He stomps on the gas and we move fast out of there to safer ground. "Let's see how the kitty likes a bit of water," I say as I hit the detonator button. "Glen watches closely through my spotter scope, I use the scope of my 7mm rifle to watch. "Ready, Glen?"

To be continued...