Daily Free-Write August 15, 2020

CW: A little trust is involved here. There is a bit of scariness in this story, but just keep reading, it'll be okay. If any of you cubs are squeamish about medical equipment,  skip down a couple paragraphs when the time comes and enjoy the rest of the story. I always give my characters happy endings ;).

"Aww, do I have to?"

"Yes, you do, little one. You need diapers. You simply can't control your accidents."

"But want my undies back!" The lion hmphed, crossing his arms, and looking for all the world looking like a kit, despite his 32 years. 

The Bear smiled back, with an understanding gaze. "I'm sorry, but you're too little to wear those! I'm surprised you ever got away with wearing them at all!"

Despite his attempts to look cross, the lion started to purr at this gentle coaxing. He loved the feelings he got when he was told he needed his diapers. Eventually, it might actually be true. But who could tell, after 5 years of wearing 24/7 nonstop. He certainly wasn't planning to test it out anytime soon. 

The lion allowed the bear to lead him to the changing table for another diaper change. He would get a change, then it was time to play video games before bed time rolled around at 10pm sharp. He would complain and ask to be allowed to stay up just this once, and then been denied. It had been their routine for years and it never got old - at least for the lion. But tonight was different. Because the bear had something else in mind. 

As he got up on the changing table, the lion noticed something that had not been there before. A strap was pulled across his front, and two stirrups had also been installed, to lift up his feet. His heart started to beat faster. What was happening.

"D-daddy, what are you...."

"Shhh, little one. Quiet now. Let Daddy do what he has to do."

The diaper was taken off, and then the lion was wiped down. The bear reached over to the side of the table to grab something, clearly trying to keep it hidden as long as possible. The lion craned his neck to look and only managed to get a glimpse before it made contact with his scrotum. He screamed. 

"Nononononononono!!!" 

Needles. He hated needles. But by the time he had screamed the needle was already gone and the bear was petting the lion's mane, shushing him. 

"Shhh, sweetie. It's okay. You're okay now. I know you don't like needles. Daddy just can't handle your willful antics anymore, so he had to do something to take care of that."

The lion began to cry and the bear loosened the strap around his chest so he could suck his thumb and calm down. His favorite plushie was quickly given to him and he hugged it tight as he slowly came back from his bout of panic. And then it happened. The lion was amazed to see his testicles shrinking before his very eyes, followed shortly by his penis. His thumb was forgotten as well as his tears as he watched agape, as his fur began to take on a fuzzier appearance, and spotted marks began to dot his coat. He brushed the hair from his eyes and he felt his mane come away in clumps. He looked at his paws to see the paws holding his fur grow smaller. 

"W-wat did yo-"

"You're too rambunctious, little lion. It's all that testosterone and that powerful body you possess. Daddy is getting too old to control you, so I have to resort to other measures. I'm making you younger again. Soon your body will match the age you are inside, and you will be the little lion cub you're meant to be, fully and completely."

The lion was amazed. This was really happening! He was so happy...but then, he thought. What about Daddy? He looked to the bear and his face was creased wiht worry.

"But Daddy...what about you? When I grow up, you will be even older...and... and... what will I do when you're gone?"

"Don't worry little cub." The bear said with a reassuring smile. "Daddy's going to make himself young again too."

The bear pulled out a second needle, and pricked himself in the forearm. Soon, his clothes hung off him so loosely he swam in them. He had lost much of his fat and muscle, and by the time it was over, he looked like a teen. "Radical!" He said, as he felt the surge of energy in his veins. 

He picked up the lion, whose legs had gotten much too short for the stirrups and gave him a little kiss on the nose. Before setting him down for his diaper. Real cub diapers this time. "It's perfect, little one. Now we can be young forever. And I'll have all the energy I need to handle my mischievous little cub!" 

He tickled the little lion cub eliciting giggles, and quickly brought the diaper up and over to cover any accidents that might occur from all that laughter. The lion's face showed such happiness at this news, it was going to be nearly impossible to get him to bed. But maybe tonight he would let the little guy stay up - just this once. They left the nursery and headed off to the living room to play their video games. And the little lion never whined about bedtime again. Well, okay, that last part isn't true. But let's just keep that between us.