Pilou sat on the grown-up-sized chair, in his cute lil-cub-sized suit, kicking his legs beneath him. Today was a big day for him. Today he was sitting outside of the court, with his soon-to-be big bro Milo, waiting to be adopted. It was somewhat understandable that his belly was full of butterflies.
He squirmed in his seat for what must have been the thousandth time. His thick diaper crinkling under him. Pilou enjoyed his diapers, but he had always had to be careful to keep his cub tendencies a secret from the other boys in his dorm. Now he had a loving family who accepted him for the little cub he was.
Though the diaper was a bit thicker than he would have chosen for himself the wolf cub thought to himself with a frown. The thick padding made it so he couldn’t close his legs fully and forced him to waddle slightly. That wasn’t something Pilou would normal do…
Milo saw his little brother’s frown and put an arm around him. “Something troubling you bwo?” He asked. Pilou just nodded.
The fox boy smiled. He had wanted the cute lil pup as his own baby brother since he spotted him sneaking around in the hypnosis section of the toyshop.
His shy, secretive movements had marked him as one who was enticed but embarrassed by hypnosis; those were almost always the most susceptible boys. Then, once he had Pilou under his power, Milo had discovered that his ‘victim’ was also a secret babyfur. The third strike had come when Milo coaxed the truth out from the regressing puppy’s lips; Pilou was an orphan.
From that moment on Milo had gone into overdrive planting suggestions left, right and centre. He made sure his new baby brother would come back to the shop regularly for ‘sessions’ with him in the back room. He made sure his parents would pop in to the shop one day and fall in love with the little cutie the moment they met him. He had even mind-whamied the social worker to speed up the adoption process despite there being nothing for her to object to at Pilou’s new house.
Now it was almost at an end. All that remained was for the judge to talk to Pilou and he would have his brand new little brother.
“Aww… there’s nothing to be scared of bwo,” Milo slipped a comforting paw around his little brother’s shoulder pulling him into a cuddle, “just relax and let those big day jitters go. No need to examine them or even think about them bwo. They will just make you unhappy; better to just ignore them.”
The nervous young wolf nodded in agreement, but his tummy wouldn’t settle. He had felt this way before too. Mostly when he was on his way to visit his big bro at the toyshop for one of their ‘sessions’, but it had never felt this strong—this urgent—before.
And that was another odd thing… why would he feel nervous about visiting his brother?
He loved Milo and all they did was sit in those deep comfy chairs the back room and talk, or play their ‘special’ games, or watch those cartoons about boys putting on their diapers and becoming happy, docile babies. Hmmm… that didn’t seem quite right either.
Come to think of it neither did their games of ‘Simon says’ where bwo taught him how to obey without thinking like a good boy, or the one where Milo had him role play a firm and loving big brother for his teddy so he knew how the little brother/big brother dynamic worked.
No, something was very wrong indeed the wolf boy realised, and it was just on the tip of his tongue what it was that was so wrong.
Milo sighed as he saw Pilou struggling against his conditioning. This was the worst he had seen his little bro fight his suggestions. Still, it was a big day, and Pilou was understandably nervous. You couldn’t expect perfect behaviour for cubs under those circumstances.
He pulled out a pocket watch and dangled it in front of Pilou’s eyes. “Relax bwo… look at the gently swaying watch and remember back in time… back to when we rehearsed what you would say to the judge… remember how relaxed and satisfied you were when we were practising for today…”
Pilou’s expression slowly melted into a dazed happiness, as he recalled all the practice runs he had done and how good it felt when the ‘judge’ banged his gavel and made him Milo’s good little bro.
This picture was commissioned from HypnoFire86 as a gift for my lil bwo, Pilou. The older fox-boy with the pocket watch is my character, Milo. The cute lil grey wolf-pup falling under his power is Pilou.
