Chapter 3 is finally here! Sorry for the delay, but given the state of the world right now, we had to focus on our priorities before finishing this chapter.

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Chp 3:

Morton the Mouse swallowed hard, as Leon, a very muscular Lion who was also the Captain of the school’s Wrestling Team, was currently hoisting him high off of the ground via his suspenders.

The Lion glared intently into the terrified mouse’s bespectacled eyes as he had just asked him what he had been up to with their fellow classmate, Barry, a rather large Bear who was also the school’s star athlete, being the football team’s indomitable Linebacker.

Unbeknownst to Leon, Morton had just discovered much to his shock and confusion that the large Bear was apparently dependent on diapers, having seen first hand Barry wearing one with an adorable teddy bear pattern stripe and saturated to the brim with urine and excrement.

In a desperate attempt to hide the truth, Barry had just come out of his dorm, fully dressed now, and said that Morton was just helping him with his homework, which wasn’t technically false, as Morton had originally intended to drop off Barry’s completed assignments.

However, Leon didn’t seem convinced as he asked Morton to confirm Barry’s statement, making sure to look him directly in the eyes as he did so as if to search his very soul for any deceit on the Mouse’s part.

On the one hand, Morton didn’t owe Barry any favors, in fact, Morton had considered Barry his biggest tormentor for the longest time, as the Bear had made him complete his assignments for him on a regular basis, but after discovering his secret, he had seen a new side of Barry, one that was rather vulnerable and desperate to hold onto his secret at any cost.

Morton momentarily broke eye contact with Leon to look at Barry, and again saw that same pleading look in his eyes as before, and after a moment, took a deep breath, looked Leon square in the eyes, and said in the most confident voice he was able to muster,

“Nope, I just was helping Barry with his homework. That was it, nothing else.”

Leon cocked an eyebrow at this statement, as if he wasn’t thoroughly convinced with the answer he had just received, he opened his mouth if he was about to say something when a large paw gripped his shoulder and Leon looked to see it was Barry, the much taller Bear looking down at him, with any previous indications of fear removed from his face as he said in a now stern voice,

“You heard what the runt said. He was busy helping me. Is that clear?”

Barry finished in a tone that implied that the conversation was now over.

While Leon looked far from satisfied with the response he was given, he immediately shifted to a much more amicable demeanor as he gently lowered Morton down to the floor and said in a cheery manner, “Ok, ratóncito, you were busy helping el gordoso here, I understand.”

With a casual shrug, Leon started walking away, which caused Morton to heave a deep sigh of relief, that is until the Lion suddenly called back,

“Oye Ratón, just letting you know, next time I text you, DON’T ignore me.”

With that Leon disappeared, though Morton could still feel his presence, sending an uncomfortable shudder down his spine.

Before Morton had a moment to catch his breath, he was suddenly hoisted up by a very large, muscular arm, and realized a second later that Barry was carrying him back to his dorm.

The door quickly slammed behind them and then Barry dropped Morton down onto the ground, Morton looked up to see the big Bear glaring down at him.

Morton swallowed hard, as he prepared himself for whatever brutality Barry was about to inflict upon him, and then…Morton found himself being scooped up in a great big bear hug,

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT FOR ME! YOU REALLY SAVED MY…Morton?”

It was then that Barry finally realized that Morton was turning blue from how tightly the big Bear was squeezing him, and promptly released him,

“Whoops, sorry,” said the Bear sheepishly.

Morton found himself at a loss of words, and not only because he almost just suffocated. He just found out that the Bear that he had been afraid of for so long actually wore diapers, which was something he would’ve never calculated in a million years.

Even more surprisingly, when Morton had the perfect opportunity to seek revenge for all the abuse Barry had put him through, instead of doing the only logical course of action Morton chose to help protect his secret instead.

It was perhaps that last fact that confused him more than anything else. Why would he possibly protect Barry? He certainly didn’t owe the Bear such mercy? So why had he done it? Why…

“Why…” Morton murmured, not even realizing he had spoken aloud.

Barry raised an eyebrow in confusion, before his cheeks flushed pink as he awkwardly replied, “Oh uh, yeah, you’re probably wondering about the whole diaper thing, aren’t you?”

Morton wasn’t even sure himself, but he still listened as Barry took a deep breath and then started to explain.

“Ever since I was a cub, I always wanted to be a big famous football player, and from early on I started training hard to make my dream come true. Everything started out great, and then…I was in an accident. I don’t really remember it too well but afterwards, that’s when I needed to start wearing diapees, uh I mean diapers again. While I was recovering, my grannie was the one who took care of me, and she took real good care of me. She would always change me, give me a nice warm bottle of milk, tuck me into my crib at night with my binky…”

Barry’s eyes widened as it suddenly dawned onto him that he may have overindulged his audience with too much information, and immediately tried to save grace by shifting the subject of the conversation.

“Anyways, what the heck kept you so long with my homework? You lookin’ for a pounding, runt?” Barry said, making sure to look as intimidating as possible.

While Morton was at first shocked at the sudden shift in Barry’s behavior, he suddenly was struck with a realization.

During his Developmental Psychology class, it was mentioned that those who exhibited regressive behavior often overcompensated by exerting dominance over others as a coping mechanism.

All this time, Morton had been thinking of Barry as a dominating bully, but maybe instead he should have been thinking of Barry as a big baby who was throwing a tantrum.

Morton took a deep breath, put on both a stern face and voice as he said,

“No, I’m not looking for a pounding, but you’re looking for a time out if you continue with that sort of talk, Mister.”

Barry looked absolutely shocked by Morton’s response, and the Mouse continued, “And furthermore, is that any way to speak to someone who did you a favor?”

Barry started shuffling his feet like a small child caught being naughty and then sheepishly shook his head, as he answered with a timid, “No.”

Despite the stern expression that Morton was maintaining, internally he was astounded that his plan had actually worked. He had almost come very close to wetting himself in sheer terror of Barry’s anticipated reaction.

The thought of wetting himself suddenly reminded him of the state he had left Barry in before he ended up running into Leon,

“By the way, how were you able to change out of that messy diaper so quickly?” Morton inquired.

Barry blushed and sheepishly admitted, “I actually didn’t. I only had enough time to throw on my pants before you bumped into Pretty Boy Leon over there.”

Morton thought back to his Developmental Psychology class and realized that while children need discipline, they also need to be shown compassion in order for a trusting bond to be formed. As odd as it might be, maybe the same could be applied to this situation as well.

“Hey Barry, I was wondering, would like some help changing your diaper?”

Barry was initially taken aback by this, but then said in a petulant tone,

“Nuh-uh, I’m a big Bear and I’ve been changing my diapees all by myself since I came to school here.”

Morton could see the apprehension on Barry’s face and then said in the kind tone, “I’m not saying you can’t. I just thought it might be a little easier if you had someone to help you out.”

Hearing Morton’s word, Barry looked down at his feet, and then said, “Nobody’s helped changed my diapees since I left my grannie’s… Okay, let’s do this.”

Barry then went over to his closet and retrieved a seemingly average duffle bag from inside, and handed it over to Morton. The curious Mouse looked over the bag confused for a moment before unzipping it. He was shocked by the sheer amount of infantile content hidden inside, which included a changing mat, baby wipes, fresh diapers, baby powder, and diaper cream.

Morton suddenly felt grateful for the fact that he came from a large family and that he was fairly experienced with diaper changes because of all his younger siblings and cousins, though he never imagined that he would still be doing so at university, much less for another student.

As he turned around with the large duffle bag full of supplies in hand, he saw that Barry had already removed his pants, and was standing in a timid yet babyish pose with knees coming together, ironically emphasizing his sodden diaper even more.

Morton was shocked that the Bear he had found so terrifying since he had started at university could look so well… cute and innocent standing right before him.

Approaching his task with new determination, he unfurled the changing mat and told Barry to lie down on it as he took some plastic gloves from the pockets of his overalls, which he kept there for his work in the chemistry lab, and placed them upon his paws.

Barry obeyed and Morton began to remove the changing supplies, however, he paused upon reaching the bottom of the bag. There at the very bottom was a large yellow and white pacifier with a smiley bee decal holding the pacifier’s ring. Morton picked up the pacifier and turned to see Barry having subconsciously brought his thumb to his mouth, innocently nursing it as he waited for the Mouse to begin his diaper change.

Morton saw the pacifier as further confirmation of his earlier theory, thinking how a developmental psychologist could gain a treasure trove of data in the last few minutes he had spent with Barry.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Morton approached Barry and gently pulled his thumb out from between his lips. At first Barry looked upset, but then his eyes locked onto the pacifier that the small Mouse was holding in his paws.

Morton gently asked, “Would you rather use this instead?”

Barry silently nodded and opens his mouth, and Morton slowly slipped the pacifier past his lips. Barry experimentally suckled the pacifier at first before finding a steady rhythm, soon followed by a lulled expression appearing on his face, as his whole body seemed to relax. Morton smiled upon seeing this, but then realized that he needed to proceed with the diaper change.

Morton was then caught a bit by surprise when he realized that in order to undo the tapes of Barry’s diaper, he would need to get on top of the mountain of a Bear. Realizing that the only way to get to the top of a mountain was by climbing it (although he really could’ve used a ladder at the moment), he scrambled up the side of Barry’s diaper, careful to not let his tiny claws rip any holes in the outer plastic shell.

He reached the top with surprising ease, if only a little winded. He then realized it was actually quite comfy upon Barry’s belly, and while he laid upon it, he wondered if this is what it would be like to snuggle a giant teddy bear.

However, the rank smell emanating from Barry’s diaper snapped him from his thoughts and returned Morton to focusing on the task at hand.

He approached the left diaper tape first, slowly peeling it back so as not to rip it. The tape was then lifted off and the left side of the diaper and fell onto the changing mat. Morton repeated the process for the right side, and then slid down the front panel, silently going ‘Wheeee!’ as he went down and landed between Barry’s legs.

He then grabbed both sides of the front panel and began to slowly pull towards him, inch by inch, and away from the Bear’s soiled fur. Having finally unfastened the diaper for the massive Bear’s waist, Morton needed to begin the process of cleaning him up.

First, Morton grabbed the clean edge of the diaper and called, “Barry, could you go uppies for me, please?”

The big baby Bear giggled behind his pacifier upon being addressed so childishly and raised his bottom from the mat so that Morton could slide the diaper out from underneath him.

Morton slid the soiled garment out from underneath the massive Bear and quickly balled it up; using the tapes to make sure that it was properly sealed. Morton then reached toward the back of baby wipes, and pulled out a moist wipe that almost as big as he was and turned back to face Barry.

To his astonishment, he saw that the bear still had his derriere raised off of the changing mat. Morton pondered that Barry would have needed to have quite a degree of muscle control to have held the pose for as long as he did.

Then Morton remembered that not only had Barry revealed he had been receiving diaper changes for years, so obviously he would have had to do the same pose many times before. Also, Barry was a trained football player, which meant that despite his sizable belly, his legs were probably incredibly strong.

Morton quickly scurried forward and began to wipe down the soiled fur around the Bear’s hindquarters while they were still elevated off the mat. Thankfully, Morton had often worked with methane and sulfurous compounds during his time in the chemistry lab, so the scent of the Bear’s mess didn’t completely overwhelm him.

Still, as he began to wipe deeper between the Bear’s lower cheeks, he heard Barry begin to lightly moan behind his pacifier. Concerned by the noise, Morton quickly finished up and popped up from under the Bear, ready to ask if he was experiencing discomfort or pain.

However, upon emerging from underneath Barry, the reason for the Bear’s moaning became quite clear. Morton’s cleaning of Barry’s rear had unintentionally stimulated the Bear, causing his member to have swollen to full mast.

Morton was in awe of the sheer size of the throbbing phallus before him, given how cute and innocent Barry had been behaving throughout the change, Morton had almost forgotten how truly massive the Bear before him was.

Morton’s feelings of shame began to reemerge, as even though the Bear before him was diaper-dependent and suckling a pacifier, he still was somehow more masculine that Morton could ever hope to be.

Morton was suddenly roused from his self-loathing thoughts as he heard a light sniffling. Morton raised his head and was shocked to see Barry fighting back tears behind his pacifier.

Barry timidly said behind his pacifier, “I’m sowwy. I didn’t mean to. I-I couldn’t control it, and I-I…”

Morton immediately realized how petty he was being. He was supposed to be showing he was in control in this scenario. He had never even considered the possibility that Barry, who presented such a macho image publicly would be ashamed about enjoying being touched down there.

Morton quickly said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s a perfectly normal reaction to have. Lots of boys have that reaction when stimulated down there. It’s perfectly normal. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Barry’s sniffling stopped and he seemed to calm down a bit. He then tentatively said, “Whenever this happens, my granny would hum a song so that I would focus on that instead.”

Morton replied, “If that’s what you would like to do then we can try it out. Would you hum for me so that I can hear how it goes?”

Barry began to hum a light tune behind his pacifier and his throbbing member slowly began to descend.

Wasting no time, Morton returned to the diaper change, wrapping the soiled wipe around the balled up diaper and then opened a huge, fresh, diaper that also sported a teddy bear print from within the duffel bag.

He slid the fresh diaper under Barry and then squirted a liberal amount of diaper cream within his gloved paws.

He quickly began to massage the diaper cream onto the Bear’s backside, trying to apply it without too much force so as to stimulate him again.

As he rubbed the cream into Barry’s thick brown fur, he was pleasantly surprised to find that cream was, in fact, honey-scented, filling the room with a pleasant aroma. After he was finished with Barry’s bottom, he signaled for Barry to finally lower himself upon the clean diaper.

Morton continued to apply the diaper cream between the Bear’s legs, even finding himself now humming along to Barry’s tune, which he recognized vaguely as some nursery rhyme that he couldn’t quite recall the name of.

When he was finally satisfied with the amount of cream he had applied, he grabbed the top of the diaper’s front panel in one hand and scaled Barry’s left leg using his other hand.

Once he was on top of the leg, he made his way to Barry’s waist, drawing the front panel of the diaper over Barry’s crotch, where his member had descended down to a more manageable, semi-hard state.

Morton then turned to Barry and said, “Want to help me with the final step?”

Barry nodded with a small smile evident behind the pacifier as he reached to his side and handed Morton one of the diaper tapes, so that Morton would not have to slide off of him to retrieve it and then have to climb back up again.

Morton took the tape and secured it firmly to the teddy-bear landing strip, before Barry proceeded to hand him the second tape. Once both tapes were securely fastened and Morton pulled on the waist of the diaper to make sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly or loosely.

He turned back to Barry with a big grin on his face and said, “Thanks for your help, pal. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Barry blushed upon hearing this and said, “Do you really want to be pals, Morton? Even after all of the… stuff that’s happened between us?”

“Of course, I do. All I’ve ever wanted to was help you and others learn, but I’m going to need you to actually listen to me and trust what I am saying,” said Morton in a comforting tone.

Barry nodded and murmured from behind his pacifier, “I’m sowwy. For everything. I was so scared of someone finding out my secret, I thought I had to be scary because that was the only way anyone would ever like me.”

“Well, if the real Barry is a big, baby Bear, then I like him much more than a Barry who pretends to be a bully. Plus… I think he’s much cuter too,” said Morton as a bright pink blush crept across his own face.

Morton smiled as he reflected on the strange direction his life had taken due to some spur of the moment choices he had made throughout that morning, but as he sat on the belly as his new padded pal, he could say without a shred of doubt he wouldn’t have it had it any other way.

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Art by  thecushytushydeer (that's me! 😜)

Story by  SkunkTales1