Hi this is my first story of Furaffinity so yeah.
Asking for nothing more and nothing less except to be seen and either loved or criticized either one is good :)

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I woke up looking into the face of a red fox.

“How are you Josh?” The fox asked me.

“I-I-I’m fine, thanks, but where am I?” I looked oddly at him as he simply smirked back at me.

“Welp good luck today kitty, we won’t be watching, but we’re all rooting for you.” The little fox continued to smirk in a sly fashion that all foxes typically smiled in.

“Wait! What’s going on!?” I asked him, but it was too late he had already sunken into the group of younger creatures that were scattered across the room.

“Oh no this is very bad….” I ran opposite from the mad fox and all the other creatures that surrounded me, feeling a little mad myself.

I only made it a few steps before I planted face down into the carpet that made up the floor of the building around me. I looked over myself quickly and finding what seemed to be a small pillow stuck fast between my legs, I moved to take if off only to realize that I was in a piece of clothing similar to what younger and newly born cubs would wear to make access to changing such a “pillow” easier for a caretaker.

Hampered by a pair of button snaps and diaper I flushed realizing that all the occupants of the room had seen me up to this point. I had only absentmindedly noticed that the room was packed full of other persons besides myself. I risked a glance around and found that all others were preoccupied in a cubbish merrymaking wearing garments similar to mine complete with diaper.

I formulated a plan of action, remove the offending pieces of clothing, find some decent clothing, move to a safe location to change into whatever clothing that was found. Simple enough, in theory, but in practice, not so much.

‘Perseverance.’ I kept thinking that one word the whole time repeating it endlessly keeping my mind on a task that any other cub my age would have had trouble keeping his mind on for even a few moments.

Removing the diaper would have been simple enough had the button snaps not foiled my plans. Like a unrelenting evil villains they would foil my attempts to loosen them time and time again. After working tirelessly for minutes I would succeed in removing one snap. I would then lay on my back panting for a few minutes to recover my strength in order to repeat the process remembering the single word, ‘Perseverance’, each snap another victory.

After what seemed to be an hour of toil I had finally removed the last snap which opened up the diaper to my paws. Oh how horrible that diaper seemed at that moment taunting me mercilessly to take me off, but most likely that was just my newly acquired imagination, yet I obliged tearing it off with such force that it flew across the room into a fenced off area.

‘Perseverance’ I repeated it just to get the thought through as I finally removed the piece of clothing that I remembered was called a onesie. Feeling air rush through my fur was such a relief after the confinement in the fur tight garment. The onesie I also tossed aside, but not as far as I did with the diaper.

I began walking on legs that felt like smooth gelatin held up by rebar, not a pleasant feeling, hence why again I continued to think ‘Perseverance’ and moved slowly, but steadily towards the coat hangers from which hung a blazer, a miniature one certainly, but something that looked somewhat professional.

One final time I mentally shouted ‘Perseverance’ triumphantly reaching the blazer and placing a paw on it just as another paw closed on the nape of my neck.

Looking behind me I had a smug expression ready to wipe that grin off of the fox’s face with the monumental achievement of not only removing all of the offending clothing that he would be forced to continue wearing, but also travelling across the unforgiving terrain of frieze carpeting.


What I was presented with were two wide columns of fur with a similar pattern to mine, but were alone were about three times wider than my legs. These columns ended in a pair of shorts that then turned into a shirt with some logo that I certainly did not recognize, but ended in a face that I could tell was trying to hold back laughter using a facade of sternness, but was doing a terrible job of it.

Swiftly on the wings of angels or more like the paws of a caretaker I was yanked up by the nape of my neck and brought to eye level with the massive tigress, who was easily six times taller than me judging by my height from the ground.

“Now how could you have gotten out of your clothes again sweetie? Naughty naughty little kitten, lets get you back into a diaper before you wet yourself.” The patronizing tone dripped off her maw and straight onto my head with every word.

I was pissed, I was going to make myself clear even though half my body was paralyzed by some unknown force holding the back of my neck, I still had control of my mouth and tail. Getting annoyed at her with every passing moment, my tail involuntarily grew fluffier and straighter and I bared my teeth at her. When she continued to smile patronizingly at me I broke and began yowled at her and tried biting her.

The tigress would have none of that taking swift control of me locking my head over her shoulder, gently rubbing the fur on my back and attempting to soothe me as my outburst descended into a fit of crying that wouldn’t stop even with the repeated hushes of my captor.

Over her shoulder even through a veil of tears I could see the other cubs, some of the older ones watching with annoyance, but others with a look of pity remembering when they had been in my place at some time or another.

Eventually, my cries quieted and the room’s atmosphere returned with the remaining cubs returning to whatever play they had been doing. The tigress, holding me the entire time continued to stroke my back, but while doing so moved me to another room where there were tables evenly spaced out in two neat rows.

I sniffled a bit as I was laid down on the soft padding that the table was covered in, waiting for the inevitable diapering that was to occur.

The tigress, on the other hand was talking to a massive panda who was also holding another creature, a lynx or a leopard, I couldn’t be sure. The tigress had a paw on my belly gently scratching away forcing me to purr, but also eliminating all chances of me escaping.

Before I knew it the conversation had been completed and quick goodbyes made before she turned her attention towards me.

“Such a fussy kitten, I think it’s time for a nap, dear. Lets put these on you.” Without waiting for a reply she pulled out a massive blue diaper from under the table, it was the size of her paw and twice as thick.

I whined in protest against being forced to eliminate in such an undignified manner, but again she would have none of that slipping a pacifier in between my lips effectively silencing me but for the sound of the sucking that my lips made.

I should not have relied on my body to have expelled it, as I had begun to suck much earlier than I would have liked to. While I was busy attempting to find some means of expelling the pacifier from my lips, the tigress, a master at her work had already finished her procedures in diapering me.

The diaper felt at least three times thicker than the one I was wearing before and I could do nothing about it, not even move to protest, such was the firm paw that was on my belly. Gently sitting me up, she pulled another onesie from a slot in the wall where a blue bag with my name was waiting.

This onesie, however was no ordinary one, though the last one was a vile adversary, this one was the devil himself, armed with over fifteen individual snaps and going all the way down to my legs, I had no chance of even a fight agains.

Angered, I began to cry hoping this would be over, to hell with perseverance, I simply wanted out! Sadly the tigress took this as a sign of more ‘fussiness’ pulling me back over her shoulder and rocking me until the hysteria had died down. It would have been viable for me to equate perseverance with fussiness at this point, all hope was gone.

Taking me into another room that was much darker than the last, she located a chair and sitting down began to gently coo into my helpless ears while rocking, forcing my body to rock along with her.

I began to slowly fall asleep, succumbing to the demands of my infantile body that forced me to follow its demands for sleep. As my eyelids grew heavier, I sent out a prayer to anyone, anything to save my poor soul from such torment as this.

The tigress smiled.