Tony yawned loudly, stretching. It was another perfect day. He smiled to himself, feeling the warmth of his girlfriend beside him. He looked over at the lioness, who was just beginning to stir. He lifted the blankets slightly, grinning down at her nudity. He was clad only in a pair of navy blue boxers.
	“Good morning.” Sarah said softly, smiling at him as she brushed his mane out of his eyes.
	“Morning.”
	“What should we do today?” She asked, rolling onto her side and rubbing his toned chest. The lion purred softly.
	“I’m going to go shower. You can whip me up some breakfast.” He said, getting out of bed. Sarah saw his tattoo, a tribal armband, reflected in the mirror. She frowned at his rudeness, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. She watched him tug off his boxers and throw them on the floor. Her eyes naturally slid down to his crotch. It was not that Tony was small, per se. His cock was a decent size, but it did not get all that much bigger when it became erect. Sarah had never told him, but Tony was smaller than any of her past boyfriends. “Make sure those get in the laundry basket.” Tony instructed as he left. “Make the bed too.” Sarah got out of bed and quickly deposited her boyfriend’s discarded underwear into the hamper before grabbing a small vial from her lingerie drawer, the one place Tony was sure to not find it. She smiled and headed to the kitchen. Serving him breakfast naked would make it far more likely than Tony would not even suspect a thing.
	Sarah had the pancakes cooking by the time that she heard the shower turn off. She smiled and poured a nice tall glass of orange juice, Tony’s favorite breakfast drink. She heard the lion moving around, so she made quick work of putting the pancakes and bacon on a plate, carrying it out. 
	“Just in time.” Tony said cheerfully as he came into the dining room, wearing a fresh pair of boxers. He purred as he saw Sarah’s naked form, sitting down. Sarah smiled at his boxers. They were red and green, one of her Christmas presents to him.
	“Eat up!” She said, although it was hardly necessary. Tony scarfed down the meal as though he had not eaten for days, his appetite almost as voracious as his appetite for sex. She stood by, watching as he devoured all of the food. She refilled his glass to make sure he did not choke. She did not even have time to wonder how long the sedative would take to work before Tony slowed and fell asleep. Sarah smiled and began to lug him to the bedroom.
	Tony groaned as he slowly began to wake up. He felt as though he had the single worst hangover of his life. He opened his eyes, but had to shut them again. The overhead light of the bedroom was blindingly bright. He groaned and tried to rub his eyes, but his arms would not move. He growled and tried again. Not only did his arms feel like they weighed a hundred pounds each, but there was a leather strap going across his forearms and pecs. 
	“What in the world?” His voice creaked. He forced his eyes open again and looked down. There was a leather strap across his chest, but that was hardly the primary focus. What was more concerning was the enormous thick diaper taped around his waist. He swore loudly.
	“That’s a naughty kitten.” Sarah said, coming into his sight. Tony stared at her. She had taken the down time to get dressed in jeans and a plain sky blue t-shirt that showed off a bit of her cleavage.
	“What are you doing just standing there? Help me out of this shit!” She shook her head.
	“No, no, kitten. Momma’s got to get you ready for the day.” Tony’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.
	“What are you talking about?” He fell into incoherent expletives again as he tried to move his legs. They hardly moved, more sluggish than he had ever felt them. Sarah came over and slipped a large pacifier into his mouth, buckling its attached leather strap around his head. 
	“When kitten apologizes to momma, she can talk again.” Tony glared up at her. She? Who was she talking to? “That’s right, kitten. You’re momma’s little girl today.” She smiled at the foot of the bed and bent over, showing Tony her breasts. She came up with a pair of frilly plastic panties, pink with white lace on the rump. “Kitten’s going to look so cute in her nice panties.” She lifted his legs and slipped the panties up, the lace leg gathers tickling his legs. He tried to squirm, but his body refused to obey as she snugly wrapped his thick diaper in the lacy panties. “Isn’t that better?” Sarah sighed happily. Tony frowned and tried to move again.
	“Let me go!” He mumbled through the pacifier.
	“Not yet, kitten. Momma needs to get her little sissy dressed, remember?” She bent again, this time coming up with a pair of silk stockings, the tops of which were covered with pink lace and bows. Tony stared at them. Sarah would have looked downright sexy in them, but he knew that she would not be the one wearing them. She slowly slid the first stocking up his left leg, grinning as it stopped just short of his diaper. Soon, his right leg was also covered. Sarah smiled and ran her paw along his stockings. Tony could not help but purr at the soft feeling, making Sarah smile. “See, kitten? Being momma’s little girl isn’t so bad!” Tony grumbled.
	“You’re going to pay for this!” He growled around the pacifier. Sarah simply ignored him, stooping down and pulling out a large pink dress. It had several layers of white petticoats and white lace details all over the pretty dress. A thick white sash wrapped around the waist, ending in a bow in the middle of the lower back. All in all, it looked like the dress of a baby girl’s dreams. All Tony could do was clench and unclench his fingers as Sarah prepared to dress him in it. Why was he feeling so weak? 
As he pondered this, Sarah sat him up. He was amazed to discover that he was strong enough to remain sitting up, but his limbs were still too heavy to move as Sarah easily threaded his head and arms through the appropriate parts of the frilly dress. Tony watched in horror as his pecs and abs were covered by the pink satin, transforming him more and more into a big sissy.
	“Like a pretty little princess.” Sarah cooed, her voice as sweet as sugar.
	“Are you done yet?” Tony asked through the pacifier, glaring.
	“Not yet.” Sarah said as she rubbed the front of Tony’s diaper. He could not help but purr as his cock stirred in its thick padding. “Oh! Sissy’s doodle is happy to see momma! Sissy likes her pretty clothes, doesn’t she?” She teased, making the macho lion blush and involuntarily suck on the pacifier. Sarah smiled and returned to the bag at the foot of the bed. She reached deep into the almost empty bag and pulled a pair of big pink mittens out.
	“What are those for?” Tony asked around the pacifier.
	“Momma can’t have her baby taking her pretty clothes off and running around naked. Naked sissies are naughty!” Tony grumbled, but could do very little as Sarah slid the thick mittens over his left paw and his right. The backside of the mittens had several layers of white lace on it and the palms were white leonine paw pads, but with hearts instead of a true metacarpal pad. Sarah tied the white ribbons into big bows around the lion’s wrists. He tried to move his fingers, feeling slowly returning to them, but the mittens were far too thick for him to do much more than wave his paws around, adding to his infantile appearance. Sarah smiled. “Momma’s sissy kitten looks so cute waving her little paws around! Yes, she does! Yes, she does!”
	“I’m not a girl!” Tony whined, his argument somewhat weakened by his outfit. He tried again to move, achieving just a bit more mobility, although not enough to escape. Sarah just ignored him and studied her sissy boyfriend.
	“Just a few things missing, I think.” She whispered to herself. “Which shall we do first?” She decided and pulled out the next item. 
	“There is no way.” Tony said, trying to bat the baby bonnet in Sarah’s paws away.
	“It’s just like your mane, kitten. Just… girly.” Sarah batted his paws away and pulled it onto his head. His mane stuck out in a few places, but for the most part, it was covered, white lace and bows framing his pouting face. She tied the ribbon in a big bow under his chin, tucking some of his mane up into the bonnet and out of sight. “It makes your cheeks look chubby!” Sarah squealed happily. The bow did indeed push his cheeks forward just a bit, which made his cheeks look so much chubbier.
	“Does not.” He mumbled, turning red for what must have been the thousandth time that morning. He looked down over his body. His muscular arms were all the visible evidence of the powerful body he was so proud of. It was hard to even focus on them with all of the lace and frills on his body.
	“Let’s see. What’s next?” Sarah said, bending out of sight again. Tony wondered just what she would emerge with this time. His entire body seemed to be covered by sissy. She straightened and in her paw was a length of pink ribbon. She came over to him and tied the ribbon in a big bow around the end of his tail. Tony whimpered. Even his tail was not spared Sarah’s torment!
	Sarah checked the nearby clock and smiled. She looked Tony over from head to toe. Everything looked perfect.
	“Alright. You should be able to move by now, sissy kitten. Stand up and come with Momma.” Tony slowly moved, wincing as his diaper crinkled audibly. He stood at the side of the bed on unsure legs. The diaper was far thicker than he had expected, so he stood somewhat bow-legged, arms out for balance. Sarah chuckled at how adorable he looked. Tony yelped and very nearly fell over as there was a bright flash. “Momma’s sorry, kitten! She just needed a picture of her kitten standing for the first time!”
	“I can stand up.” Tony said through gritted teeth. Sarah just ignored him and held out her arms wide.
	“Walk to momma, kitten!” She urged cutely. Tony rolled his eyes and took a step. His diaper forced his legs to move oddly, resulting in a strange waddle. “Momma’s sissy kitten is getting to be so big! Yes, she is! Yes, she is!” Sarah hugged the sissy lion tightly as he came into her arms. “Come with momma, kitten.” She took one of his paws and began to lead him out of the bedroom. Tony knew better than to resist now that Sarah had photographic evidence of all this. He really should not have trusted her with the passwords to all his social networking sites. He did not think she would upload the pictures, but he had also not thought she would ever do this to him, so this was all unknown territory for the lion.
	Sarah had been busy while Tony had been unconscious. In the living room, she had set up an oversized stroller just right for her sissy kitten. . He was grateful that the curtains of the living were closed. The sidewalk outside their house was often quite busy and anyone who happened to glance toward the house would have seen both the stroller and, worse, him. Tony stopped in his tracks and shook his head as he stared at the stroller.
	“There is no way I am going outside.” He mumbled around the giant pacifier. Sarah tugged on his arm, pulling him a little more toward the stroller, but he remained firm.
	“I won’t take you outside. I just want some pictures of my kitten in her stroller.” The stroller in question was pink and had restraints for the occupant’s arms and legs in addition to the usual seatbelts. Sarah looked at Tony with pleading eyes. He sighed.
	“Fine.” He made his way over to the stroller and plopped down, his dress rustling and diapers crinkling. He blushed, but not for the reason that Sarah thought. The diaper rubbing against his cock was making him hard.
	“Smile for momma, sissy kitten!” Sarah coaxed, taking a few more pictures. She set the camera down and began to buckle Tony in.
	“What are you doing?”
	“I want authentic pictures.” She explained, strapping his arms down and his footpaws. His legs were forced wide open by the restraints, showing off his thick diapers. Sarah smiled. “Momma’s kitten still wears diapers, doesn’t she? She’s not ready for big sissy panties yet, is she?” Tony looked away from the camera, but he knew it was no use. Everyone would recognize him instantly if these pictures ever were to see the light of day. “Momma’s going to keep her kitten in diapers and frillies until she learns to be more polite and answer momma nicely.” Tony looked at her in shock.
	“Is that what this is about? I’m sorry, babe.” Normally, that quick apology was all Sarah needed to hear, but today was not a normal day.
	“The only babe here is you, kitten. You’re a little sissy kitten in diapers, aren’t you?”
	“Yes.” Tony replied with a sigh.
	“Yes what?”
	“Yes, momma?”
	“Good sissy.” Sarah said with a nod. “There are boy kittens and girl kittens and then there are sissy kittens. Which are you, kitten?”
	“A sissy kitten?” Tony said, feeling as though he might cry from humiliation. Sarah nodded and smiled.
	“That’s right, kitten! Why is momma’s kitten a sissy?”
	“Because I let you do this to me.” Tony muttered to himself, too softly for Sarah to hear.
	“What was that, kitten? Momma couldn’t hear you.” 
	“I don’t know.” Tony said. “Momma.” He added as an afterthought.
	“Momma will help her sissy kitten, but only if she asks real nicely.” Sarah said, leaning in really close. Tony could smell her lioness pheromones and he moaned, his thoughts clouding. “Say, why am I a sissy, momma?”
	“Why am I a sissy, momma?” Tony asked, the pacifier muffling his words somewhat.
	“Because kitten has a doodle, but she also loves to wear pretty dresses and be momma’s princess.” Sarah stood up, her height intimidating the lion somewhat from his position in the stroller. Had she also been so big? “Why are you a sissy, kitten?” Tony blushed deeply, unwilling to repeat Sarah’s words. “What’s wrong, kitten? Is momma’s special little kitten shy all of a sudden?” Tony yelped as she dipped a finger into his diaper. “No, her diaper’s still dry. Hmm…” She kissed his forehead. “We’ll try again later, hmm?” Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He had dodged that bullet. Sarah walked behind the stroller and Tony eeped in surprise as he was rolled backward. As the stroller turned, he faced the front door.
	“Sarah?” He said nervously as they began to move forward. The stroller seemed to speed up as he said his girlfriend’s name. “Momma?” He tried, a little louder. To his relief, the stroller stopped.
	“Is my sissy kitten ready to tell momma why she’s a sissy?” Sarah appeared in the lion’s frame of sight. He nodded. “Why are you a sissy, kitten?”
	“Because” the lion paused. “I have a doodle.”
	“But?” Sarah said helpfully. Tony took a deep breath.
	“But” He paused again. “I wear pretty dresses and like being momma’s princess?” Sarah clapped her paws.
	“Such a good sissy momma has!” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “It’ll get easier the more you say it.” Tony whimpered and looked away. Sarah smiled and disappeared from his sight. Tony stared at the door in fear. She was not actually going to do it, was she? He tried to look behind him, but it seemed that Sarah was not there. Where had she gone? He heard noises in the kitchen. What was she doing in there? He sniffed the air, but the only smells evident to him were those of baby powder and a faint scent of lilac, which he realized was rising from the clothes he wore.
	“I even smell like a sissy.” Tony muttered darkly. He pouted, wanting to cross his arms, but they were still strapped in place. His ears twitched slightly. Was that Sarah returning? No, it was just the habitual sounds of the house. He sighed and settled back. She would come back soon, he figured. Then, the world moved.
	Tony yowled. The door lurched toward him. His bladder released. The door opened. He yowled again as sunlight assaulted his eyes.
	“Did momma surprise her sissy kitten?” Sarah asked, coming around the stroller into Tony’s sight. The lion panicked. They were outside. Everyone could see him! “Oh! Looks like I did!” Sarah said, lifting his dress slightly to see the yellow splotch on his diaper. Tony looked around in a panic.
	“Take me back inside!” He whispered urgently. Sarah smiled.
	“It’s a beautiful day, kitten. You could use some sun. You sat inside all day yesterday playing video games.” She adjusted his bonnet. “Your pretty bonnet will help keep the sun out of your eyes, don’t worry.” Tony struggled as she pushed the stroller down to the end of the sidewalk. The passersby slowed down to stare as Tony squirmed.
	“Is that a guy?” A ram in a business suit asked, clearly knowing the answer. Sarah smiled and patted Tony on the head.
	“Answer the nice man.” She coaxed. Tony whimpered. What was the right answer? Sarah sensed his distress and kneeled down, whispering the answer to him.
	“I’m momma’s little sissy.” He replied, ashamed. The ram laughed and laughed.
	“That you are, princess.” He walked off, laughing.
	“Sarah.” Tony whined. “Let me go back inside.”
	“Keep that up, kitten, and momma’s little sissy will spend all day outside.” Sarah said threateningly. She set up a lawn chair not too far from Tony in his stroller and watched. If things got out of hand, she would be ready to swoop in.
	Every time that someone stopped, she would hear Tony reply with the phrase ‘momma’s little sissy’, which made her happy. The more he referred to her as momma, the more he would begin to believe it.  Sarah smiled to herself. This was going well.
	Every now and again, Tony would squirm against the restraints, but they held strong. His struggles only drew the attention of passers-by. After a short time had passed, Sarah came back over and tickled under Tony’s chin.
	“I bet my kitten is getting hungry, isn’t she?” She teased. “Who’s momma’s special little kitten?”
	“I am.” Tony replied.
	“And are you a sissy?” She asked the question loudly to draw people near.
	“Yes.” Tony said softly. Sarah smiled as a small crowd stood around her.
	“How do you know that you’re a sissy?” She asked. Tony blushed, but he knew that Sarah would never let him get away without saying it.
	“Because I have a doodle in my diapee, but I like wearing pretty dresses and being momma’s little baby princess.” Sarah was surprised that he had added a few extra things, but she did not comment.
	“Good kitten!” She praised as the small crowd clapped. She slipped a finger into his diaper as they dispersed, but the lion had not wet any more than he had the last time she checked him. She reached under the stroller and pulled out a large baby bottle that she had stowed there. Without warning, she easily loosened the lion’s pacifier gag and slipped the fat nipple into his muzzle. The pacifier hung around his neck as the sucking motion that he had taken up on the pacifier carried over to the bottle. “Such a good kitten, drinking all her baba.” She smiled as Tony looked away. “Just like the sissy she is.” It was a warm summer’s day, but not hot enough that the lion would be dehydrated enough to voraciously suck at the bottle like he was, which only meant that Sarah had succeeded in awakening some cub instinct in her boyfriend. With any luck, he would continue to slip into a cub frame of mind and possibly even imprint on her. She smiled to herself as she considered the implications of having a boyfriend who saw her as his caretaker in a completely different way from how he had treated her earlier that morning. 
	She slipped the nipple out of the lion’s lips and returned the pacifier to his muzzle. He took it, sucking on the pacifier with the same earnestness as he had nursed from the bottle. Sarah kissed his forehead and returned to her chair. She smiled and reclined in the sun as Tony whimpered a bit. She looked over at him and sensed that her little sissy kitten had just wet himself again. She chuckled.
	A light breeze picked up, carrying the scents of Tony over to the lioness. The triple scents of baby powder, lilac and wet diaper drifted across her snout and the lioness purred happily. Everything was going according to plan. She was about to close her eyes when the stark scent of male hormones corrupted the breeze. She opened her eyes. Her little sissy did not smell like that, did he? The culprit was soon obvious as Mwanamke, one of Tony’s teammates and rivals, came walking along. Sarah cringed as the powerfully-built lion neared, his cohort Pablo, an equally strong bull, followed along. She had heard many varied rumors that Mwanamke and Pablo were boyfriends, but anyone who dared mention it to them ended up in the hospital. Still, she could sense from the way they walked that they were together.
	Pablo was the first to see Tony, his grin widening as he pointed him out to his friend. Mwanamke ambled over, a cruel sneer on his face.
	“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sarah was up and by her boyfriend before the lion and bull. Tony was conflicted between squirming and staying perfectly still as he watched the lion and bull with caution, his tail hanging low. “What a pretty little dress!” He said mockingly. Sarah frowned.
	“Leave him alone, Mwanamke.” She said threateningly. Tony’s nose twitched as Sarah’s body released the pheromones of a protective mother lioness. He relaxed somewhat, some part of his mind confident that momma had this.
	“So big tough Tony’s really just a prissy little baby, in a wet diaper.” Pablo added, lifting the lion’s dress. Tony blushed and squirmed, but that only made things worse.
	“Looks like he wants to put on a show for us!” Mwanamke teased. “Is the sissy gonna sing a pretty little song?”
	“It sucks that I forgot my phone!” Pablo moaned, rubbing his jeans pockets in disappointment. Mwanamke had other ideas though.
	“You know what little sissy lions like to do? Suck real lion cock.” He looked over at Pablo and smiled. Pablo nodded encouragingly. “Is that what you want, prissy sissy? Do you want to suck my cock since your tiny prick’s all wrapped up?” Sarah growled threateningly.
	“You have thirty seconds to leave.” Pablo and Mwanamke scoffed.
	“You did this to him.” Pablo argued, crossing his arms victoriously. Sarah frowned.
	“I never meant this.” She retorted. Mwanamke busied himself undoing his jeans as Pablo swooped in and removed Tony’s pacifier, using brute strength to force the lion’s mouth open. There was no way Sarah could take both of them on at once. 
Mwanamke’s bulge was clearly evident against the tight black cotton of his boxer briefs. Pablo, Tony, and Sarah only had eyes for Mwanamke as he pulled his cock out. Compared to Mwanamke, Tony was small, but Sarah pushed the thought out of her mind and pulled out her cell phone.
	“That’s public indecency. I’m calling the police.” She slowly began to dial, really only planning to bluff until they leave. Mwanamke was not fooled, but he had not been her goal. Pablo hesitated.
	“Dude. I’ve already got a few warnings from the cops.” Mwanamke sighed.
	“Really, man? You gotta be a buzzkill every time.” He tucked his cock back in and they hurried off, but Sarah knew that they would be back.
	“Momma!” Tony whined, bursting into tears. Sarah put her phone away.
	“Oh, kitten! Momma’s here!” She hugged him. “The big scary boys are all gone. It’s just momma and sissy kitten now.” Even in his moment of need, Sarah knew she had to stay firm and not let him revert. She slipped the pacifier back into his muzzle.
	“Momma!” He whined again.
	“Shh, shh.”
	“But momma…” He tried to stop crying.
	“What is it, kitten?” She asked, concerned. He kept crying, clearly embarrassed by something. Her nose twitched and she knew what it was. She quickly took the stroller back inside and released him. Tony was regaining control of his emotions and he stood up, whimpering as his diaper shifted. Sure enough, there was a quite a bulge in the back. Tony had messed himself in fear.
	She took him to the bathroom, his diaper crinkling and dress rustling. The lioness began to run a bath, rapidly stripping her boyfriend down to just his sagging diaper. She took a deep breath in preparation and removed the diaper. The smell was horrendous, but by no means the worst thing the lioness had ever smelled. All the same, she wasted no time in disposing of the diaper, prodding Tony to climb into the warm water of the bath. He obeyed.
	“Momma’s sorry, kitten.” She whispered as she washed him. “Momma won’t do that again.” Tony made a small sound. “What was that, kitten?”
	“Canwekeepthediapers?” He said quickly, blushing. The lioness laughed as she kept washing him.
	“That was too quick, kitten. What did you say?”
	“Can” He paused, blushing. “The diapers were kinda nice.” Sarah ohed and hugged her boyfriend. “But none of that other stuff.”
	“Of course, kitten. You just want to be momma’s boy kitten, don’t you?” He nodded shyly. Sarah smiled. “Then it’s a good thing momma’s been using depilatory shampoo, hmm?”
	“What’s that mean?” Tony asked.
	“Oh! Momma shouldn’t use such big words with her kitten, should she?” Sarah kissed his cheek. “That just means that it’s a special shampoo that gets rid of momma’s kitten’s big boy fur.”
	“Even my mane?” Tony eeped. Sarah chuckled and kissed his cheek again.
	“My little kitten gets to keep his mane. That way, some people will still think he might be a big boy. At least, until they hear his diaper crinkle!” Tony blushed, but deep down, he was overjoyed. It felt right to be Sarah’s kitten. He was never meant to be an alpha.
	“Momma?” He mumbled.
	“Yes, kitten?”
	“It wouldn’t be that bad if you wanted me to wear sissy clothes. Every once in a while.” He blushed again. Sarah smiled and nuzzled her big kitten’s cheek.
	“I’ll think about it.” She promised. Gone was Tony the alpha, if he had even really existed at all. Tony the big kitten was here to stay.