Hunter in the Park
A virus has regressed Hunter to eight years old. He's not sure how to feel about it, but his mom is thrilled to have her little boy back. Hunter has to endure being shown off to his mom's friends and perhaps even more...
Hunter walked across the park, looking for his mom so he could get money for a pop from the vending machines. Things had been strange for him ever since the Tempus Minor AR virus, or whatever the heck it was called, had returned him to the age of eight years old overnight just a week or so ago. He had gone from a nearly grown-up lion of seventeen to a cub of eight with just the slightest tuft of a mane atop his head. He had gone from nearly six feet tall to just barely clearing four. His tartan boxers had been replaced by Scooby-Doo underroos and his roar had become more of a mew. All in all, he was determined to prove that he was still more the teenage lion that he had been than the little cub that he feared he had now become.
Passing a teenage fox goading her red-faced little sister to keep prancing and pushing a doll in a baby carriage, he saw his mom sitting at a picnic table with a few other lionesses, their cubs playing in a playpen right next to them. He walked over, already thinking about the pop that he was going to have in just a few minutes.
"Hey, mom." He said as casually as he could, ignoring the other lionesses, who all fell silent when he spoke.
"There he is!" His mom gushed. All four of the lionesses at the table looked at him in one motion.
"Oh, how cute!"
"He's so little now!" Hunter blushed and squirmed in place as the lionesses commented on his new size.
"I'm not that little." Hunter protested shyly. "I'm eight, after all." The lionesses all giggled.
"He's so adorable!"
"It's almost like you have your baby boy back!" Hunter gasped, looking to his mom to defend him. She had a strange look on her face and Hunter took a step back.
"Hey, uh... mom. Could I have some money for a pop?" He held up his paw. "Please?" He added. He yowled as his mom suddenly pulled him close and picked him up.
"Mommy loves having her baby boy back!" She said, tickling him. He squirmed.
"Mom? Mom, what are you doing?"
"You know what to do, ladies." She said, setting Hunter on his back on the table in the middle of the four lionesses. He squirmed desperately as his mom yanked down his shorts, pulling them off of his legs. At the same time, his shirt was pulled up and over his arms and head. He stared up at them, blushing, in just his underroos.
"What's going on?" He asked bashfully.
"Those will have to go." Hunter mewed shyly as one of the lionesses yanked his underwear off as another pulled a diaper from her bag.
"I don't need those!" Hunter whined, but a pacifier came from nowhere and found its way to his mouth.
"Just relax. You've got four mommies here." His mom said, stroking his head gently. He growled and spat the pacifier out.
"Let me go now! I don't want to wear a fucking diaper!" The lionesses all gasped and his mom looked down at him. He gulped and tried to look as meek as he could.
"Hunter! Where did you learn such language?" She asked. Hunter whimpered as his mom pulled him off of the table, placing him in a far too familiar position. He squirmed, but knew that he was already in trouble and it was not very smart to exacerbate the situation. He braced himself for the worst.
His mom's paw fell fast and hard across his bottom. He was shocked to feel his bottom jiggle more than usual with each smack. He recalled looking at his entire body in the mirror shortly after the doctor had declared him free of the virus and seen how frankly feminine his prepubescent butt was, but it had not truly sunk in until now. It was difficult to determine if it had been that feminine the first time that he was eight or if it was some unexpected side effect of the virus. Needless to say, he had been hesitant to mention it to anyone.
"I think that should be enough." His mom said, rubbing Hunter's lower back. "Mommy's sorry that she had to do that." Hunter sniffled and docilely accepted the pacifier back into his mouth without really realizing what he was doing. She returned him to the table, the other lionesses silently approving of the meted out discipline. Hunter whimpered as one of the lionesses unfolded the diaper. His outburst had done nothing but delay his fate.
He whimpered into the pacifier and wiggled as his legs were lifted and the now unfolded diaper slipped under his rump. "Wait just a second. I remember that little Hunter here has a certain problem. She grabbed a few baby wipes from one of the other lionesses and wiped Hunter's raised bottom. Sure enough, the wipes came away dirty. He looked away meekly as his mom showed the other lionesses and him the evidence. "Oh! And another thing." His mom said. "Make sure you powder him thoroughly. I can't even tell you how many times I found him playing with the baby powder because I left it where he could get it." He wished his mom would stop embarrassing him as three bottles of baby powder came out and made a blizzard all over the eight year old's tiny cock and balls.
"Someone likes this!" Hunter's face felt as hot as the surface of the sun as all the lionesses stared at his stiff little penis, which only seemed even more noticeable covered in the sweet-smelling baby powder. He tried to cover himself, but his paws were kept by his sides by the lionesses, more to prevent him from intervening as they taped the Pampers around his waist. They moved him around to every conceivable position, making sure that the diaper fit him as snugly as could be. He whimpered into the pacifier as his diaper crinkled through every slightest shift of position. Mommy kissed him on the top of his head as she put his clothes away for later.
"We'll give you those back later." She whispered to him. She smiled appreciatively at the other lionesses. "It's so nice to have my baby boy back." She watched as the lionesses set him in the playpen with the other babies. Hunter had no clue how to get out of this mess. He just hoped that Mommy let him go home before he had to use his Pampers.