Warning: messy diaper mentioned


It was a mostly quiet drive, with Leslie strapped securely into a car seat that his poofy diaper almost didn't fit into. It wasn't quite a baby seat, more like a three point harness booster seat, but it still felt embarrassingly childish. Leslie almost started another fit about it, but the earlier fight had definitely been enough for one day.
Daddy drove them a few miles to the other side of town, taking country roads that rumbled the car and made Leslie's bladder pinch. He was grateful to be unseen by other drivers, and more grateful to be removed from the car altogether. The catboy did a quick check of the surroundings to make sure there weren't any neighbors nearby, even though he knew his captor wanted to keep him a secret as much as he didn't want to be seen dressed like an oversized infant.
"There's my nephew!" Logan, a burly bear man, greeted from the garage. Tony lifted his baby up onto his hip and walked them over to his friend. As soon as they were within reach, Leslie was deposited into his waiting arms. "Let's check that diaper of yours, sport. Have you been going poopy like a good boy?"
Leslie yelped at the feel of cold fingers sticking themselves into the leg holes and brushing against his balls in the process. Tony chuckled at the shocked expression. "He's getting better. He may need some more help, though."
"No." Leslie protested and squirmed against the strong arms holding him. "No more oatmeal."
Both men laughed openly at this, which wasn't a confirmation or denial that more caster oil was in his future. Logan bounced him lightly as he walked them to the door. "I've got a surprise for you, little kitten."
Leslie isn't sure if he should feel excitement or dread at what this man thinks a surprise is, but feels a bit disappointed when he is set down on the carpet of the livingroom and told "no surprises, though, until you go poopy like a good boy."
Tony sat at the couch, which was a burnt orange color and must have been made in the 70s, while Logan went to get them all drinks. He came stomping back with two cold beers and a baby bottle full of a mystery liquid. With the mittens on his hands, there was no way he would be able to drink from it.
"Hold on, little one" Tony said. He took a big gulp from the can before setting it down on the side table, then reached for the bottle. "Come here, baby."
Leslie flitted his gaze over to the other man, who was watching with a soft smile, before he clambered clumsily up onto his daddy's lap. He didn't know what to do to get comfortable, but thankfully the wolf took the situation into his own hands and flipped him onto his back and got him nestled into the crook of his arm.
Leslie hesitantly opened his mouth for the nipple. He reached up his ridiculous mittened hands to try and hold the plastic in place, even though Tony had a perfectly strong grip on it. He suckled experimentally and was rewarded with a watery milk substance. It didn't taste bad. It didn't taste like much of anything. He continued to nurse from the bottle while the men began talking above him, acting as if he weren't listening.
After a few minutes, he felt himself relaxing. They were just talking about house maintenance stuff, and the feeling of the warm body he was pressed against was very comforting. He let his eyes slip closed, just for a moment.
When he became aware of his surroundings again, things were different. He felt groggy, full, and like his muscles were totally unwound. He knew he should be concerned about the fact that he must have fallen asleep, but he was feeling light headed and comfy. He snuggled closer to Daddys chest, even began purring when a hand started playing with his hair.
"What a good boy." Daddy murmured and adjusted him against his chest. Leslie was ready to slip back into sleep until his other hand came round to pat the seat of his diaper.
Mushed against his bottom was a fresh load of poop, sitting heavy and sticky on his skin. Leslie whined and moved away from the hand pushing the mess closer.
"It's alright, kitten. Let's get you changed." Tony said as he lifted them both from the couch. Now, Leslie's diaper was squished more firmly and he could feel how full it was. How had he slept through that? Something must have been in that bottle!
Logan led them down the hall to a bedroom. It was bare of any decorations, except a little brown bear sitting on the neatly folded bedspread. Logan retrieved it and gave it a little shake, causing it to jingle. "Since you did such a good job, you can have your surprise now!"
Leslie buried his burning face against Tony's shoulder, but peeked just the tiniest bit to see the brown bear. It was the same shade of brown at Logans hair.
Logan smirked. "See? He looks just like me, so when you go home you'll have a little Uncle Logan to keep you company!" He stuffed the little toy between Tony's chest and the boys arm.
"What do you say, baby?" Tony prompted with a firm pat on his bottom.
Leslie flinched at the gross feeling and pulled just the littlest bit away from his Daddy to say "th-thank you, Uncle Logan."
Logan beamed happily at him and ruffled his hair. "You are too cute. Go get your soggy bottom changed and I'll put some chocolate milk in your next bottle."
For once, Leslie found himself eager to get a new diaper on so he could drink from a bottle. God, what were these crazy people doing to him?