Hunter groaned as he started up the short walk to the neighbor’s house, a jar of strawberry jam in his paws. His mom had borrowed a jar from the fox next door a few weeks ago and she was insistent about paying the neighbor back. Why she was unable to deliver the jar herself, Hunter had no clue. All he knew was that it was a waste of his summertime.
He rang the doorbell and his sharp ears picked up the sounds of the neighbor’s kit, Emma, calling out that someone was at the door. He smiled to himself. Emma was a pretty cute cub. 
	The door opened and Emma’s mom stood there. She was quite an attractive vixen, which Hunter had never failed to notice. 
	“Hello, Hunter.”
	“My mom wanted me to bring this over.” He said, extending his paws. The vixen gladly took it, smiling at the lion standing there.
	“How old are you, Hunter?” The lion sighed. She always wanted to make small talk.
	“Fifteen, ma’am.” He replied. The vixen nodded.
	“Would you like to come inside for a moment?” She asked with a warm smile. Hunter looked over at his house, right next door, and nodded.
	“Sure. I’ve got a minute to waste.” He stepped inside. It felt familiar, even though he was pretty sure he had never gone into the house before. For a brief moment, he saw a teenage fox sitting on the couch, but that was shortly disrupted as he heard Emma giggle from her playpen.
	He walked over as Emma’s mom disappeared into the kitchen. He peered down at the little vixen in her playpen, her pink Pampers visible due to her short dress. She reached up, giggling.
	“How are you, Emma?” Hunter asked with a sweet smile.
	“Good.” She replied, giggling and falling onto her back. Hunter smiled. Emma was right around two and she was the most adorable cub Hunter had ever met. There was just something electrifying about her.
	Emma’s mom returned a moment later with a glass of water.
	“I thought I’d be a good hostess and bring you something to drink.” She said with a smile. Hunter nodded and took it, taking a big sip. The vixen smiled. “Drink that all and then we’ll go get you diapered.” Hunter frowned. That didn’t sound right. He took another sip of water. Why had he come over here again? Oh, yeah! It was because mom was out of his diapers, so Emma’s mom would have more! He smiled, proud that he had remembered. He finished the glass of water in one last drink, handing the glass to Emma’s mom.
	“All gone!” He proclaimed, his shirt feeling a bit baggier than before. He followed Emma’s mom into the house, coming to Emma’s nursery. “Should I get up on the changing table?” He asked, subconsciously using a paw to hold up his shorts. His shorts had already been baggy, but now they were threatening to fall to the floor at any moment. The vixen nodded wordlessly, watching his shorts slip down to his knees as he climbed up.
	“Well, those were coming off anyway.” She mused as she pulled them the rest of the way off. She lifted up his shirt and helped him sit up as she pulled it off, leaving him in just his underroos. “Brother Bear? How cute!” She said, patting him on the head. Hadn’t he had a mane there a moment ago? No, he was too young yet. He had just turned twelve, after all! The lion blushed. His undies were incredibly juvenile for a twelve year old!
	“They’re not my normal undies. Everything else was dirty.” He mumbled. 
	“Sweetie. I go shopping with your mom. She buys you and Dakoda the same undies. Even if one of you is fifteen and the other’s three.” 
	“I’m not fifteen!” Hunter said with a laugh. “I’m twelve!”
	“My mistake.” She slipped a finger into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down off of him. His paws immediately covered his crotch. The vixen smiled. “You’re going to have to move those if I’m going to diaper you. Come on, be a big ten year old!”
	“But I’m only nine.” Hunter mumbled as he moved his paws.
	“You’re doing so much better than Andlat did.” The vixen mused with a smile. Hunter frowned. That name seemed familiar, but from where? She rubbed his belly and it pulled his thoughts away from trying to place the name. “Maybe it’s because he’s just stronger minded than this cute little six year old!” Hunter giggled as she started to tickle him, kicking his chubby legs.
	“Stop it!” He squealed. The vixen stopped and lifted his legs, slipping the diaper under Hunter’s rump. He stayed still, yet he was puzzled. He knew he needed a diaper, but why? He was four years old! He knew how to use the potty like a big boy. Even his little brother Koda knew how! 
He watched as the vixen began to powder him. He remembered his own momma doing this to him not too long ago, yet having the neighbor do it felt different somehow. She lifted the diaper up between Hunter’s legs and he realized that something was wrong.
“I don’t wanna wear a girl’s diaper!” He whined. The vixen looked at him.
“Don’t you like Dora?” She asked, pointing to the cartoon character on his diaper. Hunter thought about it and nodded. He had watched Dora quite a bit, his memories of watching it with his little brother replaced by memories of watching it with his big brother. The vixen smiled. “See? It’s not a girl’s diaper!”
“But it’s pink!” Hunter whined as the vixen taped it around his pudgy waist. She nodded.
“Yep. It’ll go so well with your onsie.” She held up a pink onsie with a word in white on it. Hunter stared at it, but he could not read. He was only two!
“What’s it say?” He asked, slipping his thumb into his muzzle.
“Princess, of course. Because little Heather is a princess, isn’t she?” Heather nodded, her thumb still in her muzzle until the vixen replaced it with a white pacifier. 
She sat the cub up and slipped the onsie over her head, buttoning it around Heather’s thick Pampers. The little cub cooed and smiled up at the vixen. 
“Now, how about you go play with Emma until your momma comes to pick you up, hmm?” Heather nodded, squealing with excitement. Emma was her best friend!
Emma’s momma carried the cub out to the living room where Emma gasped as she saw her best friend coming.
“Heather!” She squealed with delight, waving wildly. Heather waved back, giggling already. How long was it until momma came to get her? Probably not long enough, but she would enjoy every minute she had with her best friend Emma.
The vixen sat on the couch and watched the two girls play. Both “girls” were still completely male, but they had fully accepted being female babies. She nodded to herself. She would change them back before school resumed in a little over a month. They would remember this, but it would be too embarrassing to discuss. She had not yet decided whether or not she would leave a desire to have this happen again in their subconscious, although she was pretty sure she would.
As she listened to Emma and Heather giggle and talk, she smiled. She knew that her son was in love with the lion, so hopefully this would bring them even closer. The clock on the wall said that she still had a few hours, and maybe a messy diaper or two, before naptime.