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Foreword Fair warning to all, this story is mainly what could be classified as "one handed typing". The overall quality of the writing is weaker than my bladder control, the plot has more leaks than a package of depends, and the pace is comparable to trying to change your diaper in a truck stop restroom before the next person can come in and hear you. With that being said, I still hope that you enjoy it, if you do, let me know and there may be more to come. Chapter 1 “Dude, there’s no way you can pull it off”. “She will totally see you coming from across the courtyard and be gone before you get within 50 feet of her”. “You guys don’t believe I can do it? Let’s up the ante then, 50 bucks says I can grab a full handful of Stacy’s gorgeous ass before she has time to even react”. “Hey man, its your money, if you wanna give it away for free, then be my guest”. With his chest puffed up and full of bravado, Mike Stapleton stood up from under the tree where he had been lounging with his college buddies Chris and Dave and began to make his way across the courtyard. Stunts like this had been a staple of the pranks he and his buddies had taken turns pulling on the college girls for years, but today would be epic as he had intentions to get a handful of one of the finest asses on campus and net a combined hundred bucks from his buddies while he was at it. With practiced stealth, he smoothly strode his way eve closer and closer to his intended victim for the day. Had he not been so focused on his mission, he might perhaps have turned and seen the horrified looks on his friends faces as he closed the final gap between himself and his prey. As it were though, he was hyper-focused and oblivious to the world around him. As he reached out and made the grab, three things happened in near simultaneous succession. First, Stacy Middleton let out a horrific screech as his meaty paw clamped onto her bosom, secondly, his world was spun around by a searing pain in his right ear, and thirdly the preceding events were interrupted by the booming voice of the school’s dean – Mr. Anderson. “Mr Stapleton, it has taken me a long time, but at long last I have caught you red handed in the middle of your antics, and there is no denying that you are guilty or what you have done. Your actions today constitute sexual assault, and should Miss Middleton desire, she will be free to file charges with the local police. You can expect that the school will fully support her claims with witness statements and camera footage. In the meantime however, I will be convening an emergency meeting of the school disciplinary council to discuss how we intend to handle you outside of any legal charges. I will expect you to report to the administrative building at 4pm sharp to appear before the council”. With that, the dean strode off, leaving Mike to hang his head in shame and walk away, wondering what would come next for him. “Dude, you really fucked that one up”! “How didn’t you see him coming? You still owe us each 50 bucks by the way”. Dejected, Mike stormed off to his dorm to commiserate while he waited for the minutes to his council meeting to tick by. Chapter 2 As 4 o’clock drew nearer and nearer, Mike Stapleton made his way across the college campus towards the administrative building with extreme trepidation. Upon entering the building he had no trouble finding his way to the right room as there were several large posters with the words “Stapleton Disciplinary Hearing” and large directional arrows emblazoned upon them. As he approached the room, he was flanked by two rather large members of the school security team who jostled him to the front of the room and gruffly instructed him to sit as they practically shoved him into the chair. Within a few short minutes, Dean Anderson and two of his senior faculty members entered the room and took their seats at a table across from Mike. Dean Anderson was quick to address the room “Mr. Stapleton, to be clear, this session is being recorded on audio and video for official records. I would also like to make it very clear that our session here today is not a trial, you will not be pleading your case to us. We are here to review the circumstances of your behaviour today as well as other reported circumstances from your tenure at this school and to issue a non-negotiable and binding ruling. You may of course choose to walk away right now and your time at this school be be done, you will forfeit all of your tuition for the full duration of your program, which still has another 5 years left. If you choose to stay for the hearing, you will again be afforded the opportunity to walk away upon hearing our decision. To summarize, the only way that you will remain a member in any sort of standing at this institution will be if you agree to the councils terms, should we even decide to allow you to continue your education. You will be expected to sign a legally binding contract acknowledging your acceptance of this council’s decision should you choose to remain with our institution. Please let us know immediately if you agree with these terms or if you wish to leave now”. Mike paused a minute, giving serious consideration to walking out the door, but he knew there was no way he could give up on the coming 5 years of tuition. “I, I, I will stay for the hearing”. With that, the three council members quickly got the hearing started. First came a review of video footage from the afternoon along with a first hand recounting of the events by Dean Anderson. Next they proceeded to review a long list of minor events from the previous 3 years of Mike’s tenure at the school, some just minor tomfoolery, others more sexual or vulgar in nature, all of which had been reported by other students or faculty, but none which in and of itself had either enough proof or bearing to have merited its own form of discipline. When listed off all together, along with the incidents of the day however, they accumulated into a long pattern of behaviour which clearly indicated a general lack of respect for the opposite sex. “Well Mr. Stapleton this is quite the pattern of behaviour that you have exhibited in your time here, it will certainly give my colleagues and I a lot to discuss over the next 15 minutes. Please stay in your seat while leave the room to discuss among ourselves”. The 3 council members had barely closed the anteroom door before the conversation began. “He should be gone from the school immediately, he is a menace to the female students”! “Yes, he is a menace, but look at his grades, he could be one of our most academically successful students if we could just reign in his behaviour”. “How did we not catch this pattern of behaviour before this? It has been going on for years”! “If we even consider keeping him, the punishment needs to be severe, to set an example so that no other students will consider such behaviour ever again”. “I don’t think that he is the type to be browbeaten, no amount of discipline will tame him. He will take it as a challenge and use it as an opportunity to lash out”. “Colleagues, colleagues, I think we are looking at this the wrong way. Maybe we don’t need to punish the behaviour so much as we need to remove the driver for it, to change the way he is wired. We have used similar tactics in the past with some success, I believe a fresh attempt with this young man might be a great success”. “Dean Anderson, surely you aren’t referring to.....” “But, we ended that program so long ago...” “Yes my friends, I am proposing that we resurrect the behaviour recession program.” “Do we even still have the necessary equipment?” “We most definitely do, I took it upon myself to ensure the processing area and all that goes with it were hidden into the operating budget 5 years ago when the program was closed down. Fortunately that last petulant brat and his meddling parents are gone from this school now along with most of the administration who agreed with their demands to shut it down. And of course this time we actually have far more credible reason for its use as opposed to the last time where it was used merely as a form of revenge.” “So it is decided then, we shall revive the program with our new candidate?” The question was met by vigorous nodding of all three heads in the room as they rose to head back into the hearing room. Chapter 3 As Mike remained seated in his chair, fidgeting anxiously, ever aware of the looming presence of the school security team members, he was suddenly startled as the door to the anteroom practically flew open, followed in quick succession by the three council members. Barely missing a beat as he sat down, Dean Anderson immediately began to speak. “Mike Stapleton, it is the finding of this council that your repeated and escalating string of unacceptable behaviours is in need of immediate correction. As such you are ordered into this school’s behavioural therapy program for a period of no less than one month at which time you will be reassessed by both the faculty members running the program and this council. Do you accept our findings?” Behavioural therapy? Mike had to do his best to stifle a laugh, he knew that he could fake his way through whatever head shrinking crap they were going to throw his way, pretend to play along just enough to fool them and then be on his way. With barely a blink of an eye he responded “Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity to correct my ways. I promise that I will come out of this a better person.” “So be it then, it is ordered that your treatment begin immediately. Security team, please escort this despicable young man to the processing facility.” Before Mike could even process the implications of the Dean’s words, he found himself swept to his feet by two pairs of burly arms and practically dragged out the doors. A few steps later, he found himself shoved roughly backwards into another chair, while both guards set to quickly fastening several sets of restraints that seemed to be built in. Fearing repercussions, Mike chose not to speak as a waist belt was tightened, followed by straps at his wrists and ankles. The final blow came as a large leather strap came into his field of vision seconds before it was pulled across his forehead, yanking his head roughly back against the headrest of the chair. With nary a word from either guard, Mike found himself being propelled forward, realizing now this this was some sort of transport device perhaps better suited for a mental institution rather than a post secondary school. He was whisked down corridors that he never new existed, most appearing very blank and utilitarian, before ultimately arriving at n elevator. After a brief wait, the doors opened and he was taken inside where surprisingly there were no control buttons. Instead, the doors shut rapidly and he felt the elevator descending far further than what he would have though possible or necessary for a school facility. When the door opened, he was faced with a bare concrete corridor lined only with industrial looking lights, the type one might expect to see in an industrial facility with thick glass domes and heavy metal cages protecting said glass. Once again his journey began immediately and silently, several minutes passed with various side corridors going by before they finally made a turn and went on briefly before encountering yet another set of elevator doors. Again there were no buttons to be found inside the elevator, but this time the ride went up, seemingly for as long as they had previously gone down. As the door opened, Mike was somewhat pleased to see a very warm and welcoming environment much like what a doctor’s office, or in this case he supposed the school’s medical facility might look like. After a quick trip down a hallway, one of the guards paused to insert a key in a door, followed by swiping a card on the access pad beside the door. A loud clunking sound was heard as the door mechanism released itself and Mike was pushed into what essentially resembled an exam room. Mike was somewhat confused, as he would have expected to be taken to something more like a mental health practitioner’s office with couches and musty books, but surmised that maybe there was a medical exam associated with the program. The guards made swift work of releasing the restraints on the chair before literally lifting Mike off of his feet and plunking him onto his back on the exam table. While one guard held his shoulders down, the other wasted little time in pulling a strap taught across his midsection, this was followed by first one wrist and then the other being encased in a rather soft feeling cuff before being pinned down to the table with the metallic clicking sound of some sort of lock. This procedure was quickly repeated on his ankles, leaving unable to lift anything from his belly button down from the table. “As they turned to leave, one of the guards took a moment to look back and issue words of warning. “I would not suggest trying to move from that table or even sit up if I were you, the processing team will be in shortly to get you ready for treatment. With that, Mike was left alone in the room with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and await the next portion of his fate. Minutes seemed to turn into hours, although with no reference it may have only been a mere fifteen or so when finally the sound of a door opening interrupted the silence, albeit this time coming from the other side of the room. The first thing to enter Mike’s field of vision was a stainless steel rolling cart which seemed to be full of various medical supplies, although it was hard to really determine the contents with a simple side glance. The next thing, rather person however, was the person pushing the cart, none other than Stacey Middleton herself. “Hello Mike, my name is Stacey, i am a nursing student here at the school, working extra curricular hours in the clinic to earn extra credits. I will be helping Nurse Jones process you for admission into your treatment program.” Chapter 4 As she finished speaking another woman, presumably Nurse Jones entered the room and proceeded to get several items ready off to the side. Handing what appeared to be a large pair of scissors to Stacey she began to speak. “Alright Stacey, we can begin to finish securing the patient, but first we need to remove his shirt. Given his history I feel it is prudent to keep the existing restraints in place, so I will need you to cut it off while I help make sure that he doesn’t resist.” Without missing a beat, Stacey used the shears, first running up the centre of the shirt and then up from either sleeve, before yanking it out from under Mike with a swift and rather violent tug. “Excellent work, now if you could please grab the upper portion of the Segufix restraint kit, I would like to ensure we are prepared for our absolute safety before beginning the procedure. Mike could do nothing but lay there, realizing that what little resistance he would have been able to put up was absolutely futile at this point. It did not take long before he heard more clicking near his head and two large straps were brought over his shoulders in a crisscross pattern before being somehow affixed to the strap at his midsection, accompanied by more clicks. He then felt new cuff type restraints being wrapped around his biceps, once again rendering him even more immobile. “Alright, now we can get ready to process the lower half, you can pull his pants and briefs down to his ankles and we can further secure him before proceeding. Stacey wasted no time in loosening his belt before pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift yank, leaving him extremely exposed. Mike had had enough and decided it was time to express himself. “What the fuck are you doing? This was supposed to be...” In one swift motion, Nurse Jones’ hand extended out, hitting Mike in the bicep with a sharp prick that resulted in what could perhaps be described as an electric shock, but rather than a buzzing feeling, it was one sharp pain causing the majority of muscles in his body to immediately contract. As quickly as the searing agony came, it was gone again, leaving Mike panting on the table. “I will warn you once and once only, you will not speak unless directly requested to do so, you are a willing participant of this program and will abide by all treatment. If you persist, we have ways that will take your words from you, am I clear?” Still dazed by the pain, Mike could only nod. In short order he found that new restraints were placed on his thighs as well as midway up his shins. The ankle restraints were then removed, albeit only long enough for his pants and undergarments to be fully removed before being reattached. This being completed, Nurse Jones began to speak again. “I am going to explain a bit of the program to you, not necessarily for your benefit, but more so that you have an understanding of what is happening in the hopes that it will help you choose to modify your behavior. This program uses many methods to help restrict or eliminate many of the psychological and physiological urges and feelings that have been deemed to be the root of your issues.” She then held up a shiny metal cage like object, which Mike could not quite process as to what it was. “One of those ways is to restrict the physical response common in many young males when they encounter the presence of the opposite sex. We have found chastity to be extremely effective at limiting many of the effects on the body.” Mike suddenly realized that she was holding a metal cock cage, one which was clearly intended for him. Still, fearing another debilitating shock, all he could do was try and remain motionless. Somehow at nearly the same moment, both Mike and Nurse Jones also noticed the fact that Mike had experienced a physiological response, likely due to being naked in front of two good looking women. “Oh dear, this simply wont do, Stacey, can you be a dear and grab the “antidote” from the cart please? With that Nurse Jones proceeded to dona pair of gloves and grab Mike by his balls, which only seemed to further heighten his state of excitement. Mike was floating on cloud nine, seeming to have interpreted her actions as an intent to jerk him off, failing to notice the item being handed between the student and nurse. This came to a sudden end as he was hit by a searing pain immediately below his sack, although it seemed as though it was rapidly subsiding leaving him feeling nearly numb. “Stacey, please grab the containment protocol, I don’t expect this will take long” “What the fuck did you do to me?” “I warned you about speaking, we will deal with that shortly!” What followed next was Stacey reaching into the supply cart and coming up with a folded white object in her hands. She slowly began unfolding it, accompanied by plastic rustling noises. I t was only as Mike felt a prod in his left ass cheek causing him to instinctually lift his buttocks from the table as Stacey simultaneously started to lay the unfolded object beneath him that Mike was able to put things together in his head. “Why the fuck are you trying to put me in a diaper? I’m not a fucking baby!” Nurse Jones quickly interjected “You may not be, but after that high does muscle relaxant that we just injected you with, you are bound to find that your bladder control will resemble that of one for the near future. Typically we would recommend wearing a pull up to young men who have entered our protocol since they can have issues with dripping after using the toilet while wearing a chastity device, but in rare cases such as yours where we are forced to tame the dragon as it were, I am afraid that proper diapers are the only choice”. Seemingly as if on cue, a stream of urine started to flow from the end of Mike’s now rapidly shrinking penis. “Quick, Stacey, code yellow!” This prompted the young woman to pull the front of the diaper over the erupting stream, preventing it from making a mess everywhere. “unfortunately for you, you will find that you have no choice but to wear a diaper for at least the next several days, studies on this drug have shown latent effect ranging from 3 days to 1 week in most cases”. “Stacey, why don’t you hold that diaper there for just another minute just in case our little spritzer here isn’t finished. I need to go into thee other room, it seems I have drastically overestimated the size of cage we are going to need. I will also prepare something to help with his vulgar little mouth”. Chapter 5 As soon as the nurse left the room, Mike took it upon himself to let loose on Stacey “You stupid bitch! How can you let this happen to me? All I did was grab your ass and now I’ve been stabbed in the nuts, I’m pissing myself like an infant and will need to wear diapers for days and that cow nurse is going to put a fucking cock cage on me!” Stacey, seemingly un-phased, had removed her hand from the front of the diaper, although still leaving it draped over the front of Mike’s crotch and was busying herself with item on the cart out of Mike’s field of vision. Mike was helpless in his restraints as she turned around holding a rather intimidating looking syringe in her hands. “You just don’t know when to shut up, do you? I think maybe some time in a diaper is just what a big baby like you deserves. How about another shot of the drug to make sure you stay in them a little bit longer and maybe feel just a bit more humble? This dose is only a little bit larger than what you got before, I imagine it should extend you time in pampers to double, maybe triple at most.” With that, Stacey proceeded to jab Mike once again, although the previous numbing effects of the drug prevented him from feeling the searing pain. What did seem obvious to Mike however was that the duration of this jab was far longer. Just as quickly as she had jabbed him, she had moved the evidence off to the side. Just then, Nurse Jones re-entered the room with several objects in her hands. Setting some of them down, she proceeded towards Mikes head, quickly shoving a large bulbous object into his mouth while pulling the attached straps behind his head and attaching them. Mike found his mouth nearly full with the rubber like bulb of the gag, allowing almost no room to move his tongue. This was quickly accompanied by an almost sour like taste that seemed to emanate from every single space on the surface of the bulb. Mike soon found himself drooling, his mouth quickly filling and drool starting to drip from the corners uncontrollably. “There, now we shouldn’t have to listen to any more vulgarity from this piece of filth. He will likely have some trouble speaking for at least a few hours after I choose to remove his pacifier gag, assuming that I choose not to refill the dispenser, and will most definitely have a bit of a lisp for at least a day as the effects of the coating wear off. Now I think we should proceed to our original task of making sure his physical urges are severely restricted.” With that, she proceeded to grab the items she had previously set down and bring them over to the table. After donning a new pair of gloved, she proceeded to grab a tube of lubricant and started to apply it. “Now Stacey, you will notice that I have selected a base ring for this device which is perhaps a size smaller than normally recommended, but in the case, Mike here already seems pretty small and the worst outcome of the ring being too tight might mean that he is a little less virile in the future, which is not a bad thing if you ask me. You will also notice, that when I release this catch here, there is an additional means of securement which will activate to both help the device stay on and to discourage any attempts to remove it.” As she spoke she held the device out in front of Mike and Stacy to demonstrate as she pushed the release, allowing 4 small spikes to spring out from the inner circumference of the ring. “You will note that the only way to retract them is with this micro chip encoded key. Now, given the relaxant drugs and combined with this lubricant, I suspect that we shall have no issues getting it over and around his genitalia.” With that, both women became involved in slipping the ring over Mike’s limp member and balls, taking time to practically pop each nut through the ring, followed by triggering the spikes, which Mike could only assume would hurt significantly later, and then pinching and yanking his limp member through the little remaining space. With that, Stacey reached over to grab the cage, turning back towards the nurse with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. “Yes, I know what you are thinking, there is no way a cage that small will fit him, after all, practically flat, but you will find that when they are this limp, it is quite easy to turn an outtie into an innie with almost no effort.” With that, she demonstrated, grabbing the end of Mike’s penis in one hand and shoving it backwards with the other to the point that it practically disappeared between his balls. Wasting no time she took the cage portion and quickly shoved it over what was left exposed of Mike’s penis before motioning for Stacey to insert the locking mechanism. Restrained as he was, all Mike could do was tilt his head downward, now barely able to even see the crown of the cage protruding past his balls. “Now I think we will finish preparing the patient before we secure his diaper for the holding period.” Nurse Jones turned to retrieve an item from the cabinet behind her, but froze midway before picking up the vial of the numbing medication from the tray beside her. “Stacey! What happened to the remainder of this medication? We only administered a 1mL dose and this was brand new, there should be 4mL left in here!” “The patient was being quite uncouth and using many choice words towards me while you were gone, I figured since he wanted to continue on with juvenile behaviour that another week or so as a diaper dependent little brat would serve him well.” “Young lady, do you realize what you have done? This medication has an exponential effect with increased dose. While a 0.5mL dose might work for a few hours, the 1mL dose we already gave has days of expected effectiveness. With what little is left in here, it appears that you administered at least another 3mL, the highest dose I have ever read about was 1.5mL and that was administered in 3 separate shots over 2 days. It was reported that the patient demonstrated full daytime urinary incontinence for nearly 2 weeks while still needing daytime protection for occasional accidents for nearly a month. It took over 2 months for the frequency of nocturnal enuresis to drop below once per week. The effects of the dose you gave this young man are simply unknown, it could be months or even a year before he regains any form of bladder control.” “I, I, I didn’t know. I thought it would just give him an extra week or two in his pampers. I thought it would help to bring him down an extra notch or two.” “Well you thought wrong! administering a medication without understanding its effects is almost as juvenile of a behaviour as this young man has recently demonstrated. Rest assured that your actions will be fully reported to the Dean for punitive review.” With that she turned to resume her original task, grabbing a package of wipes, a container of Sudocreme and a large bottle of talcum powder from the cabinet behind her. “Now this diaper doesn’t appear to be that well used, it should suffice for the mandatory hold period, a quick wipe and a dose of rash cream and baby powder should be sufficient” With that, the nurse and student proceeded to wipe the small amount of residual urine from Mike’s skin, before a liberal coating of diaper rash cream was applied to what remained exposed of his genitalia and buttocks, swiftly followed by a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder. Mike was powerless as the slightly damp diaper was then pulled up over his crotch, before the 4 tapes were applied, one agonizing ripping sound at a time, leaving him fully ensconced in his new padded prison. “Now we are required to monitor the patient for a minimum of 2 hours to ensure there are no adverse effects from the treatment, we should also take the opportunity to document his urine output. Stacey, can you please use this marker to delineate the extent to which this diaper has been used already? A mark at either end where the wetness indicator has changed colour will suffice.” With that taken care of, both women left the romm, dimming the lights leaving Mike helplessly strapped to the table, trapped physically and mentally with his own thoughts. Unfortunately for Mike, there were very limited thoughts at the forefront of his mind. The first was that he was almost certain that he could feel his crotch growing warmer, although given the numbness he could not be 100 percent accurate in that judgment. The second, and far more troubling thought was that he could definitely feel his guts rumbling in an unnerving fashion, most definitely an after effect of the previous evenings copious beer consumption combined with a breakfast of room temperature pizza and a lunch of a greasy cafeteria burger. He had no idea how long he would be able to hold out for, but in the moment, 2 hours seemed like an extremely unreachable goalpost.

IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.