Dominic stood in the corner of the bathroom next to the toilet, a permanent scowl on his face. On the other side of the toilet was a wheeled in shelf stocked with wet wipes, accident bags, pull-ups, and emergency pants. The walls and tiled floors were an ominous ultra-sterile white, as if it were compensating for the horrors that took place in this room. His teachers were flabbergasted with the delinquent wolf, no traditional punishment seemed to be enough to stop his disruptive antics, so they decided to give him the most foul, borderline cruel and unusual task that they could come up with: being the kindergarten potty assistant. 
	The task description was pretty simple, help the younger students in whatever bathroom needs come up. Most were freshly potty trained and bound to make mistakes. Who better than a big brother wolf to help them clean up those ‘mistakes.’
	Dominic narrowed his yellow eyes at the door, just daring it to open. His bully instincts taught him that if he could intimidate a nerd hard enough, they’d do what he wanted without him even lifting a finger. Too bad that didn’t work with inanimate objects. A shiver went down his spine as the door slowly opened and he met eyes with a lion cub.
	The lion hesitated, silently staring back with a look of surprise until his expression suddenly shifted to one of scorn. “It’s you!”
	“Um…yeah?” Dominic blinked at the feisty cub approaching him. Is he…is he allowed to punch a baby?
	“You’re the mean wolf Ms. Abigail said would help us go potty!”
	“Yeah.” He sighed. 
	“Well, I don’t need your help! I’m a big boy and I can go potty all by myself!” He declared with an air of pride as he lifted the toilet seat.
	“Ok.” Annoying little brat, but at least this one doesn’t need him to touch anything. Dominic looked to the wall when the cub started to fiddle with his belt, he didn’t need to see any ‘waterworks.’ Though an eyebrow raised when he heard whines and feet scuffling the floor. He turned to see a frantic look on the lion’s face as he danced in front of the toilet, struggling with a stuck zipper.
Dominic snickered, little brat wasn’t so tough now huh? But then he sighed. He’ll be the one to clean it up if that baby pees its pants. “Let me do it.” He begrudgingly kneeled beside the cub. “Hold still.”
	“I can’t!” He whined, his voice on the edge of a sob. 
	“There.” Dominic pulled away, leaving the cub’s fly open. It was so easy to get the zipper unstuck, hopefully the other babies aren’t this dumb. 
	The kit whipped his pants and cartoon briefs to his ankles too quickly for Dominic to look away, scarring the latter for life. His little button wiener jetted a stream of urine before he could point it at the toilet. He huffed out in relief, staring down at his ongoing stream with an overwhelmed face. Just barely made it.
“See?” The lion boy said smugly as his stream slowed down. “I told you I can do it!”
“Watch where you’re pointing that thing!” In the cub’s insistence to prove a point he let his dying stream aim to the side of the toilet. By the time he leaned down to notice, his flow was nothing but a gentle drip.
“You made me do that.” He said, glaring at the wolf.
“Me!?” Dominic clenched his fists. Ooh, if he weren’t already in trouble…
The lion boy pulled his undies back over his still dripping winky, a small patch of fabric on his bulge turned a yellow hue. He followed with his pants, though that zipper gave him trouble once more. Dominic rolled his eyes and came to the rescue again, zipping it up like it was nothing. “I was gonna do it…” The cub mumbled as he went on to his belt. 
Dumb baby. When he finished, the kitten stuck out his tongue and pulled his eye before turning to the door. “Wash your hands!” Dominic snapped. The cub stiffened and took shaky steps over to the sink. Dominic smirked, that’s more like it. He’ll be a good nerd in a few years. 
The lion boy did as told and dried his paws. He blew the assistant a raspberry before dashing out. Dominic sighed and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the puddle on the floor. Gross, annoying, but it could’ve been worse. At least he didn’t have to wipe anyone.
As he knelt, his ear twitched hearing the door open and shut. He peered over his shoulder to find a chubby grey bunny boy looking down at him with a giddy buck toothed grin. He just jinxed himself, didn’t he?
“Are you the butt-wiper?” The bunny asked, barely containing his giggles.
“Y-yes.” Answering that felt like swallowing nails.
The bunny laughed. “Are you gonna wipe my butt?”
Dominic truly hoped not. “You gonna go or not?”
“Uh-huh!” The bunny nodded, a chipper smile on his face. He unbuttoned his pants yanked them down along with his underwear.
“Hey!” Dominic popped back up to avoid being at eye level with his thick two-incher.
“My tummy felt funny all day, I think it’s gonna be a really big poo!” He giggled, shuffling over to the toilet. As soon as he sat his round backside on the seat, a wet fart reverberated in the bowl. “Did you hear that!?” Dominic groaned and fanned the air, only making the bunny giggle more. 
“Ooh, I can really feel it in my tummy now. Nnnnng.” The bunny grunted as he started to push. “Mmmmfh, look! Ah, it’s about to come out my butt.”
“N-no.” Dominic cringed hearing the greasy log crackle as it started to crown. The foul smell of rotting vegetables stung his sensitive nose.
“Hnnnng, i-it’s really big! Oh my gosh, nnnnng!” He scrunched his toes, his whole body shook at the feeling of the wide load stretching his hole. “Ah…my butt…hmmph…” The start of it was hard and slowly dragged its way out of his insides, but he could gradually feel it start to accelerate through his ring as it grew softer. “Ooh, hurry look, look!” He tugged Dominic’s shirt and leaned forward, so proud to show off his creation as it was birthed. “Hah!” He gave it an extra push and the soft portion of the log surged through him, coiling into the water below. It slowed down and broke off, leaving a small piece hanging out of his wide parted cheeks.
Dominic looked down just in time to see the log burst from his crack. Its remains bobbed in and out of his hole as he strained to push it out, each time staining the insides of his cheeks a further brown. “Hmmmfh!” With one last big push, the remaining piece fell from his behind. “Ah…” 
Dominic couldn’t hold back a gag…or another…or another one after that. The horrid view he just saw, and the smell, oh god the smell! He wanted to cover his nose so badly, but his paws were still unwashed from cleaning up the earlier pee puddle. The remembrance of which pulled another gag out of him.
The bunny chuckled at the retching predator. “That was the biggest poo ever! My tummy feels a lot better now.” His wolf assistant gagged again. “Can you wipe my booty?” The bunny giggled as he leaned further forward. Below his flickering tail, the fur between his cheeks was smeared with sloppy smushed scat.
Dominic’s paw shook while grabbing a wet wipe. As he lowered said paw to the mess before him, he made a silent promise to never, ever, ever, do anything to put himself in this situation again. He closed his eyes and cringed as he slid the wipe between his cheeks. “Ooh!” The bunny flinched, Dominic could feel his hole quiver. Ick. “It’s cold!” 
The wolf looked away as he slowly wiped up and down along the seam of his crack, feeling grimy bits of waste latch on. He also felt the warmth of the bunny’s thick rump, his soft plushy flesh squished around Dominic’s paw with each swipe through. The bunny giggled, making his chubby backside jiggle around his assistant’s paw. “That tickles!”
After a few swipes Dominic found the courage to muster a peek and was relieved to see the clean pink of his anus. His job for this bun was done. “A-alright, you’re f-finished.” He sputtered, shaking from that experience.
“Do it again!” The bunny chirped.
“What? You’re clean! G-go!” Please go.
“But my booty itches!” The bunny snickered, his hole flexing in and out. Moments into his display, a dry post-poop fart ripped through the air. “Oops!”
“Get out!” Dominic shouted, which may as well have been a cheesy joke to the tittering bun. “…But wash your hands first.”
The bunny redressed himself and washed his paws without further mischief. “Bye butt-wiper!” He waved to the wolf as he left, leaving him with the smell and trauma of the past 5 minutes. 
Dominic stood frozen in place for a moment. He wanted so many things. To wash his paws, to throw up, to leave, to shower in boiling water, and maybe even spritz his eyes with detergent. But before he could decide which to start with, that freaking door opened up again. Crap…please not literally.
A small brown wolf cub stepped in and paused by the door. His eyebrows rose curiously as he looked Dominic up and down. “Hi.” He said quietly.
“Hi.” The bigger wolf responded flatly.
“My name’s Charlie.” He inched forward while shyly fiddling with his fingers. “Are you Dominic?”
“Yeah.”
Charlie approached the toilet and undressed himself without help. At least he’s not as dumb or annoying as the first two babies. Though that’s to be expected, he is a fellow wolf. Dominic looked away as the wolf cub lifted his shirt to his nipples, exposing his short uncut penis. “Dominic, can you hold my pee-pee?” He asked innocently.
“What? Why?”
“My mommy holds it for me when I go potty.”
“I’m not your mommy.”
“Please?” He fidgeted in place. “I have to go…”
“So go.”
“But you have to hold it…” Charlie’s steps in place grew more rapid. “Please?” He looked at Dominic with distressed puppy eyes. 
Dominic watched him pant and twist hoping the baby would just figure it out and go without him, but no. He could see drips leaking out from the tip of his foreskin. “Fine, fine!” Dominic rushed to the side of the smaller wolf. But with his paw outstretched, he hesitated to grab his jiggling length. 
“Hurry, hurry!” Charlie whined. Urine droplets sprinkled everywhere, including on Dominic’s paw. He flinched, gritting his teeth. Ugh, he really has to do this… Dominic, looking out of the corner of his eye grabbed the tender appendage and aimed it. Eugh! He could feel his heartbeat!
The wolf boy gasped feeling that warm comforting paw around his most sensitive part. Immediately a stream of pee gushed out of his length without even pushing. “Hah…” He sighed, a content smile on his face. Dominic could feel him deflate into his paw, his heart rate slowing. He could also feel that fast-moving river flowing just beneath the rubbery flesh of his member. Again, ick.
For a while there was nothing but a constant splashing of urine into the bowl. The serenity was only interrupted by a loud trumpet sounding poot. Charlie flinched, his urine stream jumping. “Sorry…” He mumbled, a blush on his face. Dominic only growled in response. How is this creature the same species as him? There’s no way that some odd years ago Dominic was a gross dumb baby like this.
Soon after, the cub’s stream started to die down, ending with two final spurts that Dominic could feel him push out. “I’m finished.” Charlie announced softly. The bigger wolf was more than happy to release his puppy wiener. “Dominic,” He started, looking up at him with big eyes. “My pee-pee’s dripping.”
“You need me to shake it too!?”
“My mommy does it for me.”
Dominic groaned and went back down, grasping the pup’s little worm with his thumb and index finger just long enough to shake the drops off. “There.” He swore he could feel his paw burning as if he had just touched hot acid.
Charlie went ahead to put his pants back on, seemingly the only thing he could do on his own. “Thank you.” The bigger wolf flinched when Charlie suddenly hugged him.
“Um, y-you’re welcome. And…wash your hands.” Well, that was weird. It felt strange not having to react angrily or disgusted, although he was certainly still the latter. Would Dominic dare even say it felt, nice?
“Bye Dominic.” Charlie waved.
“Bye…” Charlie might be a little dumb, but Dominic had a good feeling about him. As a wolf so he’ll definitely turn out cool.
Before the door could even close all the way, Dominic could hear bickering and hurried steps. He sighed. 
“I’m going first!” A voice snapped.
“No, I have to go more!” Suddenly the door whipped back open. A brown furred raccoon boy burst through and managed about 3 feet beyond the threshold before his progress came to a halt. “Stoooooop!”
Behind him was another raccoon boy, looking like his twin, who grabbed him by his waistband and shirt collar, holding him firmly in place. “I’m…going…f-first!” He rasped through his strain. He managed to stand his ground even while knock-kneed.
“Heeeeeelp!” He cried out, one paw on his crotch, the other reaching out for Dominic. The wolf in question very much stayed put and watched them struggle. There wasn’t much he could do with only one toilet in the bathroom beyond hope they’re not too much of a baby to wait.  “I’m gonna pee my pants!” He sobbed and jammed his other paw in his crotch as he sunk to his knees.
“Yes!” His brother didn’t waste any time scurrying up to the toilet with an extra sway in his steps. He padded in place for the few seconds it took to undo his belt, his dances naturally letting his bottom wear fall around his knees. “Hmph!” He grunted, straining to hold in his load for those last crucial seconds. He whipped his tail up and spun around, the squelching of his waste already audible. 
A booming wet fart blasted out of him just before his rump plopped onto the seat. His look of panic froze into one of shock. A series of watery sloppy chunks launched through his anus without even a push, assaulting the porcelain with hard wet slaps in between power-poots. “Ah…” He sighed, an overwhelmed look of relief falling on his face. 
“Ugh…” Dominic covered his snout. No one should be on the verge of throwing up this many times a day. He felt a tug on his shirt, he looked down to see the other raccoon jogging in place with a paw so tight on his crotch it wrinkled his uniform pants.
“I-I have to go potty r-really b-bad!” He sobbed. 
No. No please, no accidents. “Are you done yet?” Dominic asked the raccoon still on the toilet.
“Ung…” The other twin strained, and a few more wet chunks softly splat into the crowded bowl below. “Nope.” He replied with a satisfied look on his face.
“Can you hurry up?”
“Nope!” He chuckled, watching his brother hyperventilate. “I gonna make the biggest doody in the world! Hrrrrrrrmph!” He exaggerated a grunt.
“I-it’s c-coming!” His twin cried, his voice broken by his hops.
“Uh…” Dominic felt panic rise through him whipping his head between the twins. He really didn’t want to have to clean up a wet baby. “Pull down your pants!” He said to the spasming coon at his side. The cub didn’t even question it and begun jogging in a tight desperate circle while undoing his zipper. “Open your legs!” Dominic commanded the twin on the toilet.
“Huh?” He paused mid push. “Ohhhhh, you wanna see my doodies?” He giggled as he spread his thighs far apart and scooted back on the seat. Down below, past his slinky 2-inch length and small pouch, the water was a chunky brown soup with floating bits of undigested veggies for garnish. “It’s big right?”
“You, go!” Dominic signaled to the desperate brother. The raccoon boy, with his pants already around his ankles and dripping twin two-incher in his fingers, pivoted from his urgent circuit to shuffle over. He screeched as a stream already started to flow before he reached the toilet. Just one more step and that stream went from battering the floor, to battering his brother’s matching fupa and bits.
“Aaah! Ew, ew!” The other raccoon scrambled back against the toilet lid. “You’re peeing on my pee-pee!” But of course, the tank itself and his bottom wear trapped around the flange kept him locked under his twin’s hot shower. As gross as this was, Dominic found the look of horror on his bratty face pretty satisfying.
“S-sorry…” His brother said in between shuddering breaths and aimed lower. But with his relieved shakes, his stream still licked the sides of his twin’s thighs.
“It’s still getting on me!” He shouted his fussy displeasure.
“I can’t stop…mmph.” The peeing coon’s fat naked rump clenched in a vain attempt to stop his stream. Add that to the list of things Dominic wished he didn’t see today. 
The twins continued in that awkward balance, one spread eagle and grumpy on the toilet, the other steadily tinkling away with quiet guilt until his bladder grew empty. He let those final drops fall with a sigh, and absentmindedly shook off the beads of urine clinging to his little glans…which only landed onto his loud displeased brother. “Sorry…hnng.”
“Hey stinky wolf?” The twin on the toilet addressed Dominic. “He got my pee-pee wet, can you wipe it?”
Said wolf’s face wrinkled at the thought. “Can’t you do it?”
“But it’s yucky and our teacher says you have to!”
Dominic’s eyebrows formed bitter arches. Dammit, the brat pulled the teacher card, he knows his power. He shot the other coon a look before he started rolling a layer of toilet paper. “Sorry…hmph.”
A pad of folded tissue in his paw, Dominic begrudgingly approached the twin on the toilet. Its raccoon occupant returned Dominic’s uneasy expression with the happiest kitten smile, his discomfort was just delicious. The cub slid his crotch forward and raised his shirt, letting the dripping, squishy little appendage lay bare over his balls. “Wipe it!” He chirped and bucked his hips to make it flap. 
“S…s-stop…” The word rasped from somewhere deep in Dominic’s subconscious. It slithered from his mouth with such strain as if it alone could end this whole situation, but alas, he’s still here. He turned his head away, and slowly hovered his papered paw towards the boy’s bits. 
The raccoon giggled watching Dominic’s paw approach ever closer and closer until…contact. “Ooh!” He flinched at that gentle touch. Dominic cringed as he curled his paw to cup his member. It felt too squishy under his grip, that moist soft flesh easily melded to the shape he grasped it at, like a fat, warm, gummy worm except it was a little brat’s…aaauuughh! “Ah, i-it tickles!” The cub twitched as his helper wolf squeezed for a swipe.
“Hnng, ewwww…” The other twin droned.
“S-shut u-up.” Dominic could barely speak. He gently squeezed as he dragged down the raccoon’s length, letting that urine soak its way into the thin paper. He could feel the subtle details in the cub’s penis, the little wrinkles of flesh that shifted and stretched with his touch, the slight sponginess of his urethra underneath, and the transition of soft rubbery textures upon reaching his glans.
The raccoon boy huffed, trying not to laugh or squirm. “A-ah, it f-feels funny…” 
Dominic used the damp tissue for a few quicker strokes, making the cub flinch each time. But on the last one, he was sure he got all the raccoon pee hiding in those squishy creases of skin. “I’m…I-I’m done.” The words floundered out of him as if he were dead.
“But…” The mischievous smile on the raccoon’s face grew back. “What about my balls?”
“Mmph, his balls?” His brother echoed with an air of shock.
Dominic sighed, defeated. As he knelt down, he was treated with a soundtrack of laughter and the horrid scent from the toilet. Just kneeling halved the distance between his nose and raccoon’s evacuants, while squaring the smell. He reached his paper cladded paw under the boy’s crotch to cup his perky pouched testicles.
“Ooh-hoo!” The raccoon flinched. “T-tickly!”
“Ugh…” It was hard for Dominic not to look directly at the cub’s jiggling little boy worm to watch his work. He took gentle strokes across that tight premature pouch, a single wrinkled mass with tender testis shifting just below the surface on each rub. 
Back and forth, from the front of his sack at the base of his penis, to the edge of where his scrotum met his perineum. The boy’s giggly breathes seemed to match the rhythm of Dominic’s wipes as he adjusted to the feeling. “Hey stinky wolf!” He leaned up to slap Dominic’s shoulder, shoving his penis further into his view. “Do you like my pee-pee? It’s really big, bigger than his!” He pointed at his brother, whose pants were still resting on top of his feet.
The wolf in question only growled. His brother on the other hand, was flustered by the accusation. “W-what? No, it’s not!” His paws instinctively launching to cover his modesty. “I-it, hnng, looks the same!”
“No, it’s smaller!” The twin giggled. “Like a baby caterpillar!” He added the appropriate finger wiggles.
“No…” His brother uncovered his crotch and fiddled with his parts. He stretched on his cubby wiener to give it some length, but it always returned to its natural stout position. He pouted. “Big kid wolf…hmph” He tugged Dominic’s shoulder. “Do you think it’s small?”
“I, don’t, care.” The big wolf replied coldly. He took one last swipe at the raccoon’s scrotum and let the tissue unceremoniously fall into the toilet. He stood back up on legs that were more than ready to give out on him.
“Oh…nnng.”
“Why do you keep making that noise!?” Dominic snapped at his wits’ end. 
“I still have to go potty…” The raccoon mumbled shyly.
“You just went!”
“It’s not pee this time…hmph.” His thighs clenched on that grunt. 
“Oh my god…” Dominic turned to the twin on the toilet. “You, up!” He commanded.
“But you still gotta wipe my butt!” 
“Now!”
He flinched, his eyes suddenly turning big and wavery. “D-don’t yell at me!” He whined as he climbed down from the seat. 
“Other baby, go!”
“I’m not a baby…” His expression and tone matched that of his brother’s. He shuffled over to the toilet and claimed the throne as his twin did just moments ago. His face scrunched and his tail flickered behind him as he gave a push. His waste started out as a near silent greasy string of wet mud that slipped from his hole, it quickly grew to loud blurting bursts of gas and watery splatters. “Ung!” He grunted out when it came to an abrupt end.
“Oh my god!” Dominic gagged. The bathroom was rechristened with another hot cloud of pungent diarrhea, just as terrible as the initial. The twin on the toilet turned pink, while his brother laughed. “Why are you both like this!?” Dominic’s voice reached a high nasal pitch with his nose pinched.
“Sorry…” The boy on the toilet mumbled, covering his own nose. Tiny squelching farts bubbled through the thin film of butt juice coating his winking ring.
“Our mommy took us to the doctor one day, and he says we have this this thing called, I, um, I…uhhhh, I-ICF! It makes all our doodies super loud and stinky!” His brother explained proudly. 
“Uhhh, I think it’s called IBS.”
“Nu-uh! It’s ICF and it’s really funny!”
“I don’t like it, it makes my tummy hurt…” The twin mounted on the toilet lifted his shirt to rub his gurgling stomach. He squeezed his colon for another push, a ripping wet flarp propelled some small drops of grimy liquidy mess, making his hole tingle. “Oh…” He sighed.
Dominic groaned behind his clasped paw. This can’t get any worse. “Hey, mean wolf!” He felt another tug at his shirt, and realized that yes, yes it can. He looked down to find the first twin with his shirt raised and his tail in his paw. Once he caught the wolf’s attention, the raccoon turned around and bent over. His thick butt cheeks parted open to reveal a nasty wet smeared brown hole and a grimy crack. Though, the compact pouch of his scrotum below his drippy ring was still clean as his wolf assistant left it. “You still have to wipe my butt remember?” Dominic bared his teeth as he scowled. The cub giggled at the angry face through his legs. “Look! The mean wolf’s gonna eat us!”
“W-what!?” The boy on the toilet shivered. A few startled droplets of pee sprinkled into the toilet below. “D-don’t eat me, I’m stinky and taste like poop!”
“He’s gonna eat you first ‘cause you have a bigger butt!”
“N-no I-I don’t, I promise!”
“Shut up, both of you!” Dominic grumbled, retrieving a pawful of wet wipes.
“Meanie…”
Dominic sighed as he approached the presenting raccoon brat. Within in an hour, he was somehow staring down a dirty butthole for second time. And, it’ll grow to a third with his brother. What a cruel, cruel, world. “Wipe my heinie stinky wolf!” He shook his soiled open moon, making his plump cheeks and hanging boy parts jiggle.
Dominic clenched the wet wipe with a fist. The faster he gets this done, the faster they leave his sight. He laid the wipe across the raccoon’s split cheeks and used his curled fingers to slot it into his crack. “Ahhh, cold!” He flinched, and Dominic felt his butthole pulse under the wipe, also for the second time today.
He grit his teeth against the urges to gag, and started a swipe down the raccoon’s crack. His liquidy waste had the grossest goopy feeling, the soft feces built up around the wipe like waves of mud. “Ooh-hoo-hoo, that feels really weird!” The raccoon shuddered as the wipe tickled the edge of his taint. His diarrhea was so messy the wipe already needed to be replaced.
And, the cycle started again. Dominic begun at the base of his tail and slowly dragged down his crack, his paw squeezing through the soft moist insides of the raccoon’s butt cheeks, crossing over his winking hole, and stopping at the squishy flesh that marked the transition to his balls. The inside of his crack was almost clean, just a few streaks of diarrhea coating the light brownish-pink of his rump’s insides. 
Dominic started one last wipe to end this momentary hell, only for the brat to start being a brat. “Hey!” The giggling raccoon shoved his rear end backwards, making the sides of Dominic’s paw come into contact with his inner crack. A visceral disgusted chill went up his spine. “Stop it!” He reflexively pressed his other paw into the cub’s right cheek to push him back. He rasped through his teeth as it sunk into the boy’s yielding tushy fat.
“I’m helping!” The cub chuckled, trying to grind his crack on the wolf’s paw. “It feels good on my butt!”
“Aaauuuugh!” Dominic whipped his claw away and threw the wipe into the trash.
“Hey, why’d you stop?” The raccoon inquired from between his legs.
“Because you’re clean! Now put your fricking pants back on!” Dominic’s face steamed red with canine rage.
He gasped. “Ooooooh, you said the ‘f’ word!” The cub bounced with glee, still bottomless.
“Shut up!” He turned his attention to the twin still on the toilet, who blinked upon meeting his glare. “Are you done?” The cub nodded with big nervous eyes. “Don’t be stupid like the other baby, alright?” Dominic placed the box of wipes on the toilet tank and pulled out a fresh one.
“Ok.” He quietly replied and raised his tail as he leaned forward.
“I’m not a baby!” The other raccoon pestered, sounding much like a baby.
The cub leaned forward and his round rotund rump peeled away from the seat. Eugh, Dominic’s nose was assaulted with a humid waft of spicy putrid garbage. The horrid scents expanded in his throat and launched him into a coughing fit. The boy’s dirty runny anus coming into view like a blooming flower wasn’t a helpful sight either. “Sorry…” The raccoon mumbled, contrasting his brother’s full belly laughs.
Dominic let out a long groan as his lungs and stomach came back to an unstable equilibrium. He shook his head to ward off that nausea, just one more dumb baby to go. He gulped and lowered a weak trembling paw to contact the top of the raccoon’s crack. “Ah!” He gasped. “It’s cold!”
“That’s what I said!” His twin added.
Dominic’s eye twitched, hearing that complaint thrice now. He leaned down as he pressed the wipe further along the cub’s crack, encountering the same wet grime as his brother’s. “Wait, wait!” The cub cried, his cheeks clenching around Dominic’s paw. The frustrated wolf was determined to get this task done and ignored the annoying whines. He pushed through the straining muscles clamping his fingers and crossed the coon’s bulging anus…wait why is— “N-no, hmph!” PBBBBBBPPPPHHHHT! “Sorry!”
A massive fart exploded through his twitching hole, vibrating the raccoon’s thick cheeks and pounding Dominic’s paw with hot greasy air. The wolf screeched and yanked his paw away as if he had touched an open flame, it seemed to burn just as much. “Whyyyyyyyyy!?”
“I-I didn’t mean to!” The bright red cub sunk back on the seat. “I-it was r-really tickly, and, and i-it slipped out!”
“Auuuuuggggghhhhh!” Dominic gagged on the tainted air shot straight into his nostrils. All the while the other twin cackled himself breathless
“Sorry, sorry!”.
“D-dammit…” Dominic leaned on a wall, too angry to stand up straight. 
“H-he said…” The other twin too needed support as tried to recapture his wind. “He s-said the ‘d’ word!” And subsequently fell back into a weak titter.
“S-shut up.” Dominic ripped another wet wipe from the box. He grabbed the stupid baby on the toilet by his puny neck, making him freeze. He balled the wipe in a fist and hovered it an inch from his terrified face. “If you do that again, I, will, kill you!”
“I-I won’t, I promise!” He sputtered with tears welding his eyes.
“Do it again!” His brother encouraged him with an eager hop. Dominic narrowed his eyes and directed a toothy deep growl at him. Suddenly that excitement drained from his face “But I didn’t fart!”
“If you don’t shut up, you’re dead too!” The wolf snapped, before bending back down to finish his clean up. The raccoon whimpered and trembled as Dominic took rough strokes through his crevice, but otherwise the twins both stayed silent. That’s more like it. He gave one more pass with a new wipe and it came back clean. His job with these two insufferable brats was finally over. “You’re done, go wash your hands, both of you.”
“Ok…” The cub slid off the toilet back onto his feet. Dominic rolled his eyes when the raccoon bent over for his undies, yet another giant moon presented to him today. 
His brother gasped as the front of those cartoon briefs stretched back over his crotch. “You had an accident!” He pointed at the wet patch caressing his brother’s bulge.
“N-no!” He pushed his thighs together and hovered his paws over his crotch. “It’s only a little one, it doesn’t count!”
“Yeeees it does!” His twin teased. “I’m gonna tell mommy!”
“Noooooo!”
“Wash your freaking hands!” Dominic bellowed at the pair.
They both jumped and fell silent. “I-I’m gonna tell Ms. Abigail you’re really mean.” The brattier of the two puttered out in a pouty mumble.
“I know where you two babies go to class.” Dominic said in a low voice.
“H-huh?”
“I know where your class is.” He reiterated, taking calculated steps towards them. “You can tell her, and after I get out of detention, I’ll be waiting everyday outside your classroom to beat you so hard you pee yourself, again, and rip your fat baby heads straight off.” He edged his set of claws to their wide-eyed faces. “Or, I can do that now before you get the chance to be a little snitch.” He bared his teeth on that last word.
“I won’t tell her!” The little baby reneged.
“I won’t either!” His sniveling brother agreed. 
“Good…go wash your hands.” The pair whipped their pants back up and skittered to the sink. They washed their shaking paws, and silently hurried out of the room with fearful look backs as their only goodbye. Yes…finally…thank god. 
Dominic leaned on the wall and let his head hang. He had a killer migraine, or maybe it was the stink fumes getting to him…oh those dumb babies didn’t flush, those fffffffricken’ wimps! He flopped out a limp paw and pulled on the flusher. He stumbled back over to the wall while that horrid mix thundered down the drains. It felt like forever since he had some peace and freaking quiet. 
“Mmph…D-Dominic…” A voice whined from the hallway. Oh god, what horrors await him now? The door slowly shivered inwards only to pause halfway. “Ooh…” A pained moan came from the other side.
Dominic lifted a concerned (for himself of course) eyebrow and peeled himself off the wall. He cautiously pulled the door open and found the same brown wolf cub from earlier standing in the frame. “Charlie?” He stood shivering with his thighs together and knees bent, both paws on his rump. He looked like a bomb ready to burst.
“Mmf, I-I have to go potty really bad…” His small voice was on the edge of a sob.
“Uhhh…then come in?” Dominic stood aside, but he already knew that wasn’t gonna happen.
“I-I can’t, the other boys took really long and now it’s poking out my bottom.”
“Uh…”
“H-help, p-please.” He looked up at the big wolf with trembling eyes.
Dominic hesitated, not really knowing how to administer said ‘help’. Pull over a trashcan for him to poop in? Put a plug in his butt? Carry him? …Carrying is probably the best option. “Uh…Ok.” He slowly approached, feeling the claws of anxiety tighten around his neck while staring back at Charlie’s begging eyes. While Charlie was a baby, Dominic wasn’t exactly a big grown-up either. Standing just before him, Dominic could see the smaller wolf was at least 80% of his height. This…won’t be easy.
He kneeled and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist, feeling the cub’s trembles. Charlie winced at that gentle squeeze. “Hold on…” Dominic warned, partially for himself, and started to lift with his knees. Charlie wasn’t light, and Dominic squeezed harder for the leverage to raise him off the floor. He felt the gas bubbles in Charlie’s tummy shift under his grip and immediately knew it was too late.
“Wait, wait!” Charlie cried out. Dominic heard the start of a squelch right as he dropped him back on his feet. “Hnnnng!” Charlie strained, standing stiff as a board with his paws balled into fists, clenching his butt with all his might, but the movement in his bowels already started. Warm, soft, pressurized waste squeezed out from between his cheeks like muddy toothpaste, slowly started filling the space of his crack and bulging out his underwear. Bursts of gas blew through the mess in his underwear with sloppy viscous pops. He flinched at each one, they obliterated the pains in his tummy while also spreading his accident further throughout his intimate spaces.
Dominic watched helplessly as the mishappened lumps in the seat of Charlie’s pants grew larger and the sounds grew uglier. The little wolf’s face shifted from strain to a shocked horror, then a final reluctant lost relief as he gave up and let his colon push out the last of its contents. He stood frozen and bow legged, the moist sag of his accident visible between his legs. His overwhelmed deep breaths gradually turned into flustered sobs as that relief afterglow quickly faded.
Dominic sighed, and then coughed because all the air in the small room was a mix of old diarrhea and fresh accident. His anger and will to live had been thoroughly drained, watching this fellow wolf cry evoked the only inkling of pity he had in his heart. “It’s Ok, it’s Ok.” He comforted in monotone, rubbing Charlie’s back.
“I-I h-had an a-accident!” The smaller wolf blubbered.
“I know.” It’s impossible, not to know. 
“I-I’m, s-sorry!”
“Come over here…” He laid a soft arm around Charlie’s shoulder and led him to the shelf, the top of which was flat to work as a makeshift changing table. “I got you…” He held Charlie’s shivering paw and led him up the mini steps on the side before laying him down.
Charlie’s loud sobs had calmed into guilty sniffles as he looked up at the grumpy wolf overhead. “S-sorry.”
“It’s fine…” Dominic very much felt that this situation indeed wasn’t fine. But as he started undoing Charlie’s belt, something about the small wolf’s vulnerable eyes made him hold his tongue. “Just don’t be dumb like the other babies.”
“O-Ok.”
Dominic gulped as he pulled down his zipper. This first peek at the clean white front of Charlie’s briefs gave a false sense of safety, but the pungent scent told him that they were the last barrier between his bare paws and fresh baby dung. He tucked his fingers into pants waistband around Charlie’s hips. “Lift your legs.” Charlie did so, just barely lifting his rump off the table. Dominic tugged down and cringed, he could feel and hear the mild, squishy resistance from those soft lumps of waste filling Charlie’s underwear. Charlie felt it too, as he winced and shuddered when all of that fresh mess got pushed upwards into his crotch. 
When Dominic finally pulled his bottom wear off, he found a dark greasy stain filling the entire seat of his uniform pants. Ugh. But, that was nowhere near as gross of a sight as when Dominic peered up between Charlie’s spread legs, and found open, soft wet mounds of feces oozing through the legs of his underwear, or the heavy brown impressions that stretched out his briefs to its limits, squished against the table underneath. “I-it stinks…” Charlie whimpered behind paws cupping his nose.
No kidding. “K-keep your l-legs up.” Dominic fought against gags to say. With numb paws, he pinched the sides of Charlie’s briefs and slowly started to peel them off, the grease-soaked fabric gently clinging to his soiled rump. Mounds of feces just barely held back by the underwear slid onto the table as they were pulled off. Once they were completely removed, it took just one look to see that those briefs were unsalvageable. The once white seat of it was coated brown and textured with heavy thick streaks of wolf dung. He used tips of his fingers to drop it into the garbage can, it couldn’t leave his sight fast enough.
Now next was to…clean Charlie’s butt…ugh. He pulled out a wet wipe while surveying the ‘damage.’ Smeared grainy scat tracked all the way from the bottom of his balls, completely pilling over his taint, to a mountain of caked feces piling out from between his parted cheeks. The load must still be pressing on his ring given how it shivered with his heaves. Dominic shook his head like he was shaking water from his fur. He’s been through this a couple already times today, he can do this. He can do it for a fellow wolf.
He covered the tips of his fingers with the wipe and made a shovel shape with his paw. He shivered, a sense of dread and loss of will coursing through him. With a dejected sigh, he wedged his curved, pointed paw into Charlie’s poop-caked crack right underneath his balls, at the top his self-made mountain. His light brown cheeks clenched around that invasive paw. “Oh!”
“I know,” Dominic tightened his lips and refrained from reacting to the warm messy flesh engulfing his finger. “It’s cold.”
“Mmf…” Charlie shivered as Dominic scoped inwards, pushing his fingers deeper into that squishy, muddy crevice, the cold wipe feeling so awkward and ticklish scraping at his crack and anal ridge. Dominic continued through, the back of his digits dragging over a pulsing nervous butthole, until his fingers met the shelf underneath his parted cheeks. The first scope was complete.
Dominic carefully turned his paw around and brought it above the trashcan, keeping it an arm’s length from his face. It made him numb to think he was literally holding a pawful of poop. He swallowed back a gag and flipped his paw around to let the lumpy mass fall into the trash. Now for the rest of the mess…
He grabbed a fresh wipe and went back to the younger wolf’s soiled crack. With most of the feces mound gone, he was left to scrub and wipe away the sludge clinging to the insides of his soft cheeks. Charlie softly whined and winced at all the cold tingly feelings, shivering particularly when Dominic cleaned up the squishy flesh of his taint with gentle presses. But beyond that, Charlie otherwise stayed quiet and complied with the bigger wolf’s occasional requests to maneuver himself. No dumb comments, no bratty complaints, no weird butt stuff, just a good, brave, boy. Expected from a fellow wolf. That thought gave Dominic a minute sense of goodwill as he finished with one last swipe between Charlie’s cheeks. “You’re clean.” He announced.
“Oh…” Charlie leaned up, looking down his open legs. He couldn’t see his rump, but he could feel the air wisping through his now clean crack. “But…” His ears drooped as he sat back up. “My pants…”
“There’s another pair.” Dominic said, pulling out an emergency uniform bottom that looked about Charlie’s size.
“And…my undies?” He asked with a glimmer of hope.
“Um…” Dominic looked through the shelf. No underwear but… “I got this.”
All those hints of cheer on Charlie’s face fell away with a pout. “…A diaper? No…” His whined trailed off into another sob.
“Um…yeah.” Technically they were pull-ups, but it made no difference to the bigger wolf who’d simply laugh at another student wearing them. Though this time, as he watched Charlie starting to cry again, an unfamiliar pitying feeling in his stomach stole all the potential humor from the situation. Is…is this sympathy? Eugh, he didn’t like it. “But…i-it doesn’t really look like a diaper…” Dominic tried to reassure, a paw rubbing the little wolf’s back. The optimistic inflection in his voice, the softness to his touches, it felt so awkward.
“I-I g-guess…” Charlie mumbled between a sob. It did look kind of like briefs, but the plastic sides, puffy crotch and seat told otherwise. 
“No one’s gonna notice.” Dominic said leading him off the shelf.
Charlie received the pull-up sniffling but with no protest. He slid it up his legs and tugged it into place with such ease it implied experience. Dominic watched as he finished dressing himself. It felt strange, a baby, but a wolf baby, so much more competent and less annoying than the other brats, yet he has to wear a diaper for the rest of the day. That just isn’t fair…poor guy. “See?” Dominic encouraged in a voice slightly more upbeat than his usual monotone. “Can’t even tell you’re wearing them.”
“Really?” Charlie twisted his hips, trying to get a good look around his waist. There was a slight awkward bulge in his crotch and flat shape to his rump, but both were hard to notice. What was easy to notice, however, was the plastic peeking above the back of his pants.
“Uh…” Dominic kneeled to pull up his waistband, and the pull-up became virtually undetectable. “Yep. You’re good dude.”
Charlie sniffed back his last sniffle and flashed a shy but grateful smile. “Thank you.” He said, wrapping his arms around the bigger wolf.
Dominic flinched again at another unexpected hug, but it was a different feeling this time. “You’re welcome.” He squeezed back and leaned his head against Charlie’s with the first genuine smile he’s had all day. A tender touch felt so healing after the previous two brats.
The sweet moment ended too quickly, Charlie let go to wash his paws and soon, Dominic watched his fellow wolf nervously head to the door. “Bye Dominic.” He paused to say softly, before heading out.
“Bye Charlie.” Charlie’s kinda dumb, sure, but no lupine of any kind should ever feel that embarrassed. Hmmm…nobody better tease him when he gets back to class…or those little brats’ll have a real big bad wolf to deal with. Ugh…jeez, what a day. Finally, a moment to breath…but not too deeply. The scents radiating from the trash can still left Dominic on the verge of nausea. But with no brats bothering him at the moment he can finally do something he’s been almost literally dying to do this entire time: wash own his paws.
Dominic threw the faucet to his highest setting and pumped far too much soap. Oh god, yes. Soap and water never felt so good…if only he could do this to his brain to forget today…maybe bleach? No not strong enough…maybe gasoline...yeah, and all he needs is a match and-huh? A knock at the door made him flinch, and the feeling of dread came rushing back. Is it too late for that gas idea? “Dominic?” A much older voice spoke from the other side.
It’s Ms. Abigail, thank god…unless she had to go too…please no. “…Yes?”
“Oh my goodness…” The stuffy looking doe stepped in and immediately had to fan the air. “Smells like you’ve been busy.” Oh, she doesn’t say. “Guess you’re ready to go for today huh?”
“Yes.” The word flew out of Dominic’s maw with his whole chest. The idea of finally leaving made him near ravenous.
“Really?” Ms. Abigail continued with a teasing grin. “You don’t like helping your fellow classmates?”
“No! They’re not my classmates, they’re all stupid, annoying babies who should be in diapers!” Seeing her evil smile just put more bite in his words. “I’d rather be in detention for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, well I’m glad to hear someone’s learned their lesson.” Dominic narrowed his eyes at her patronizing tone. “And I think you’re glad to hear that you’re free to go.” 
“Yes! Finally!” Dominic was feeling so grateful that he was about to say something he never says. “Thank y-”
“But,” Huh?! “I’m sorry to say you still have one more day of potty assistant duties.”
“What?!” She had to choose that last word on purpose, just to rub it in.
“I’m sorry Dominic, but if you want to cause accidents, it’s only fair you have to clean them up.”
“B-but…” His paws hovering above his head in complete shock, he was at a loss for words. Nothing but pure dread clouded his thoughts.
“Yes, I’m afraid you’ll have to see a lot of those.” This is sooooo fun for her, isn’t?! “See you back here tomorrow, hope you get some good rest, and a good bath.” Ms. Abigail left him on those words to stew in his gradually building anger, and the lingering awful stench. He hoped that maybe the smell would overpower his cold, bitter heart, and finally kill him, a reward for at least trying to be nice Charlie. But no…he unfortunately went on to live and finally vomit in the sink moments later. The world is just so cruel to the best people.