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(AR Story) Bro's Time Off, Chapter 2: What's Happening?!
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(AR Story) Bro's Time Off, Chapter 4: Trouble Adjusting

(AR Story) Bro's Time Off, Chapter 5: Back to Earth
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Keywords male 616262, fox 131048, cub 121909, dragon 77356, diaper 28608, baby 9934, clothes 5146, humiliation 4476, dingo 3277, brothers 3148, embarrassment 1618, age 926, regression 855, swap 292, dragingo 9
As the pair walked around the shopping centre in search of some kind of department store, Ringo stayed clung to his brother as tight as he could. Wrapping his wings around his body and keeping his now small tail around his waist. While his privates were covered by the crinkly padding around his waist, he couldn’t help but feel naked and even a little shameful. It wasn’t long ago that he had a large, fairly toned frame that he could be proud of. But now, his younger body looked so silly in comparison. He had a good look over himself again as he snuggled against his “older” brother and found everything so chubby and immature.

His toned muscles that he had worked so hard to get had been replaced with chubby little arms that probably couldn’t even lift the 1Kg dumbbells he had at home. His adult legs had a good amount of strength to them due to him standing and running around for most of the time, but now they suffered the same fate as his biceps. They could barely hold his weight up for more than a few minutes now before giving out. But probably the biggest shot to Ringo’s ego was the change to his belly and butt.

Like most students who began University, Ringo had put on a bit of weight from all the study snacking he had done over the past few years. At first he tried to work it off, but all that gave him was the muscles he had now and an incredibly large appetite. With time, he began to like the idea of being a bigger guy however, making sure that his belly stayed in its firm but slightly soft state. But in his new body, it had just become soft, sensitive baby fat.

During the attempt to lose his belly, Ringo began running and walking further and further distances. However just like his belly growing, he realised that the combination of his study snacks and exercise had given him a slight bubble butt.  Eventually, Ringo’s old pants had gotten a little tight, clinging to his lower half and showing off his derriere when he walked around campus. Over time, he had noticed the occasional student checking it out as he walked past, even getting a few compliments. But, as Ringo clung to Skeebe, he couldn’t help but think the only reason his butt would ever be checked out as a cub was if someone had to check his diaper. The very idea of that happening made him shudder a little as he began to lose some confidence in the bet he had made moments ago with his brother.

“As long as I don’t have any accidents, I don’t have to wear this stupid thing.” Ringo thought to himself, taking a peek at the white, puffy garment attached to his lower half. He wanted something, anything to make him feel like he was still an adult inside his cub body, even if it was as something as silly as underoos. “I just have to hold it until I get some clothes, that’s all it’ll take to feel like a big boy again. GAH! I-I mean an adult! I can make it! I have to!” He reassured himself.

His train of thought was soon derailed as he felt Skeebe nudge him a little. “We’re here little guy!” Skeebe chimed almost a little too happily.

Ringo looked around and realised that while he had been concentrating on himself, Skeebe had already made it into the apartment store and found the kids clothing section. Ringo began to worry that his attention span was also becoming more cub-like. He hadn’t noticed a single change in his surrounds until Skeebe had brought him back to earth. Heck, it didn’t even feel like a few seconds had passed at the time.

“Thinking about something bro? What’s up?” Skeebe asked as he held Ringo out in front of him by the bottom of his armpits. Ringo’s arms and legs dangled in the air as he tried to think of something to say, he couldn’t live it down if he told Skeebe about how silly he thought he looked. He’d just be met with more cubbish treatment, which was fine in the confines of a bathroom, but now he was in public it would be far too embarrassing.

“Ummmm....I was finkin’ about...wha’ kinda undawoos I was gonna get when I win da bet!” Ringo boasted feebly.

Skeebe chuckled and nuzzled his smaller brother’s face, “Oh really now? And what kind were you thinking? Maybe some Dragon Rangers undies?  I still have all your old Dragon Ranger toys that you gave me.”

“WEAWWY?!” Ringo yipped happily before realising how he sounded. “Umm...n-nuh! I too big for dose! I wanna wear sometin’ dat wooks wike my big bo-...I mean, aduwt undies.”

Skeebe was about to tease Ringo a little, but they were soon interrupted by one of the store’s employees, a teenage grey folfsky.

“Excuse me sir? Can I do anything to help out today?” The folfsky politely asked, brushing his blue-tipped hair out of his face.

“Well, I’m trying to find some clothes for my little brother. Poor little guy got his other ones all dirty eating some pancakes in the food court.” Skeebe chuckled, coming up with the best story he could at the time, holding Ringo back to his chest.

The folfsky looked at Ringo, giving him a little wave. “Aww poor little guy is a messy eater huh? How old are you sweetie?”

Ringo shyly clung into Skeebe’s chest and hid his face from the stranger. If he was bigger, he would have been chatting with the young wolf for a little while, but now nearly all adults looked like scary giants except for Skeebe.

The fox noticed how silly his brother was being and turned to his side to make Ringo face the wolf. “Go on little bro, be polite and answer mr...?” Skeebe asked the employee.

“Oh! My name is Sylven, but you can just call me Sylvy.” He replied

“Oh! Mr. Sylvy’s  question.” Skeebe finished.  

Ringo blushed a little and mumbled quietly, “...I ish 19 mistah wuff...” Ringo quickly retreated back into Skeebe’s chest, having now done enough socialising for the moment.

The folfsky giggled, “Awww! He’s so cute! But I’m not a wuff wuff silly, I’m a folfsky. See?” He said as he pointed to his husky tail. “You got quite the imagination don’t you little guy? Wanna be all big like your bro?”

Ringo stayed hidden, going bright red at the comment. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad when Sylvy thought he just made his actual age up.

Before Ringo could get up the courage to correct the bigger fur, Skeebe cut in. “He’s got quite the imagination. We were just talking about maybe getting him some underoos if he doesn’t have an accident.” Skeebe stated proudly, talking about Ringo as if he wasn’t there.

While the two kept on talking, Ringo whined quietly into Skeebe’s shirt. Was this really happening? Was he going to be treated like this by everyone? As Skeebe made up more cute little stories about Ringo to tell Sylvy, Ringo felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He finally drew the last straw when Skeebe brought up how much of a “heavy wetter” Ringo was, making the Dragingo tug hard at his brother to get him to stop, glaring up at him with his cheeks bright red in a huff.

“Oh right!” Skeebe laughed as he remembered why he was in the store. “Do you think you could help him find some new clothes? He’s a little bit fussy today, so it’d be a big help.”

Sylvy smiled and nodded almost immediately. “Of course! I’d be more than happy to help such a cute little hatchling.”

“B-buh I nuh a hatchy! I weawwy am a big boy!” Ringo squeaked out, pouting at the folfsky, still a little irritated that he wasn’t being treated like an adult.

“Hehe oh right, of course! You’re a big boy just like your brother, how silly of me sweetie.” Sylvy replied in a patronising tone. One that Ringo took at face value and thought Sylvy was being serious, making him perk up again and wag his tail happily. The crinkling sound from Ringo’s diaper as he wagged was loud enough for the whole store to hear.

Skeebe decided that he’d let Ringo walk for a bit after carrying him around for a while. As he was set down, it took Ringo a while to get used to the size of everything around him. The new perspective of the world made him feel even smaller than he thought he was. Skeebe and Sylvy towered over him and the rows of children’s clothing looked more like massive walls in a labyrinth than clothing racks. Skeebe had managed to get Ringo to hold onto his tail as Sylvy led them around.

By now, Ringo had found out that walking with a thick diaper between his legs was going to be much harder than he anticipated it to be. Because the thick padding spread his legs apart, walking normally was practically impossible. Instead, Ringo found himself waddling behind his “older” brother as he snuggled his fluffy, warm tail. By the time he had gotten comfortable, he was enjoying the fox’s soft tail far too much to notice how adorable he looked trailing after the two adults, not even hearing their own commentary of how innocent he looked.

Soon, the group had found their way to the toddler selection of clothes, a sight that made a small uncomfortable feeling wash over Ringo. He didn’t like the idea of being classed as a baby or a toddler, but he sighed and decided fighting anything would just drag out the horrible experience. The fastest way to get his clothes and get out of the store was to play cub for 10 minutes at most, at least he hoped that would be the longest it would take.

“Okay, stay here Ringo,” Skeebe said softly to his bro as he took his bushy tail back. “I’m gonna find you some clothes and I’ll be back before you know it. Mind keeping an eye on him Sylvy? He’s pretty easy to keep entertained.” He took barely a few steps before he felt something tug at the cuffs at his pants.

He turned to look at what he had gotten caught on, only to see little Ringo clung tight, looking up at him with big scared eyes, practically on the verge of tears. As much as Ringo wanted to look like a big and tough dragingo, he was still frightened of being alone in the bigger world of a toddler. On top of his current embarrassing clothing options, adults looked like they could step on him and with only Skeebe being the one person he could trust in his situation, he was scared to be alone. His new emotional control made it difficult to keep composure, going so far that even just watching Skeebe walk barely a few steps made him want to cry.

“N-nu! Pwease dun go bwo.” The little cub whimpered, sniffling a little. “I dun wanna be awone...dis pwace is scawy!”

Skeebe smiled softly and picked Ringo up. Skeebe knew what it was like being so small and surrounded by things he didn’t know about, but the easiest way to get Ringo into some clothes was to pick them out on his own.

“It’s okay Ringo. Sylvy will be here and I won’t even be far away. I promise.” He smiled warmly and nuzzled his brother, handing him to Sylvy and venturing into the clothes.

Ringo’s regressed emotional control was starting to act up again. Even though Skeebe re-assured him that his brother wasn’t very far away from him; as soon as the fox left Ringo’s vision, a part of his mind thought that meant that he wouldn’t be coming back. The simple idea was unsettling; he didn’t want to all alone and stuck like this. He started to make grabby paws where he last saw Skeebe, tears rolling down his cheeks as he started wailing at the top of his lungs. Even when Ringo realised how much he was crying, he couldn’t stop himself. When he realised that the way he was acting probably would never convince Sylvy that he really wasn’t a cub, it just made him cry louder. He was alone, ashamed and in the arms of a complete stranger he had only met a few moments ago. Ringo began to squirm and flail his arms and legs wildly, trying to get Sylvy to let go of him. He wanted to chase after his brother and feel his fuzzy, warm fur to comfort him.

Sylvy let out a little “eep!” as he kept the squirming cub in his paws, finding a nearby seat and setting Ringo in his lap. Placing his arms around Ringo, he softly shushed him to try and get the little guy to calm down. Unfortunately, it just made Ringo want his brother more. He felt some warmth like when his brother hugged him, but it was strange and unfamiliar. Ringo’s mind didn’t like it one single bit, making more tears stream down his cheeks as he choked on the air.

Sylvy realised that hugging wasn’t going to work in this case, the sight and sound of the little hatchling bawling his eyes out practically heartbreaking, he wanted to find a way to stop it. But maybe if Ringo had someone or something else to keep him company, it might help a little. His ears perked and he began looking around the seat. He hoped that he would find one of the store’s toys to keep little cubs pre-occupied while their parents did their boring adult shopping. Sylvy wagged a finding a small red panda plush lying next to one of the chair legs.

As he cried, Ringo felt something fuzzy and soft nudge his side. Still wailing, he turned to see the fuzzy red panda. The wails and screams of the little cub began to soften into hiccups as the cub looked at the curious toy. He sort of liked the soft feeling the toy had on him, it felt comforting and soft like his brother’s fur. Reaching out a paw, he poked at the plush’s tummy area, resulting in the toy letting out a silly squeak noise. The cub let out a little giggle at how funny the noise was to him, making his mouth twitch a little into a smile. He didn’t understand for the life of him why such a stupid noise was making him happy, but he was just thankful he finally managed to stop himself crying, despite the immature way he achieved his goal.

Sylvy grinned and nudged the toy closer. “My, my! Looks like this little guy wants to meet you sweetie.”

As soon as the toy came closer, Ringo winced and blushed. Now that he was back in a clearer mind, he was determined to prove to Sylvy that he was really an adult. But the display he just gave the folfsky and then adding to that, playing with a plush animal in front of him would surely ruin any chance he had of proving his maturity. Not only that; but the cubby part of his mind was beginning to want to feel the red panda plush’s soft fuzz against him again.

Sylvy laughed and ruffled the cub’s head fur teasingly, nudging the toy closer. “Come on now, he’s not gonna bite you. He just wants a big hug from a cutie-pie hatchling.”

As soon as Sylvy said those last few words, Ringo felt his ego get knocked a bit. He couldn’t help but glare and pout up at Sylvy, trying to look mad at the folfsky and failing miserably. To the rest of the world, Ringo just looked like a tiny, fussy toddler.  

“I nuh a kewty-pie! I towd ya I a big wuff, tuff dwaggy!” Ringo said in a huff, grabbing the plush to hide his red cheeks. As he grabbed it, he began to feel a creeping happiness overwhelm him. The red panda plush was soft and very cuddly when Ringo hugged it. Sure, it wasn’t warm like Skeebe was, but it had an added bonus of being small enough for Ringo to be able wrap his arms all the way around it, unlike his now-massive brother. He squeezed the plush tight in his arms, resulting in another squeak emit from the red panda and making the cub giggle happily, crinkle wagging all the while.

The folfsky smirked and rolled his eyes at the silly cub. “Oh yes, you’re definitely a ‘wuff and tuff dwaggy’.” Sylvy said as he wrapped his arms around Ringo, who gave him a much more positive reaction; Snuggling into Sylvy’s lap and holding his new friend. The dragingo figured that if Sylvy was nice enough to try and cheer him up, he couldn’t be all that bad. Ringo was even starting to feel pleasant warmth as he sat in Sylvy’s lap; At least it was pleasant until he realised that the warmth was spreading from the front of his diaper.

Ringo began to panic; He had wet himself without even noticing any pressure in his bladder, let alone feeling it coming out of him. His cheeks flushed beet-red as he moved the plush to cover up the front of his padding, hoping that Sylvy didn’t notice what had happened. As the warmth spread down his front and to his little rump, his heart sank when he realised that he had just lost his last attachment to adulthood. All that was left was a little cub, snuggled up in someone’s lap, hugging a plush animal and sitting in his squishy padding. Before he could think of some way to explain himself to his brother, Skeebe had come back with a small pile of shirts, pants and underwear; the sight of which just made Ringo feel even worse.

“Here we go little bro! These should fit you perfectly.” Skeebe said proudly. He couldn’t help but grin at his once-older brother snuggled up to a plushie like he had owned it all his life. Kneeling down to Ringo’s eye-level, he ruffled his brother’s head fur teasingly. “Where did you get this little guy from bro?” Skeebe asked, looking up at Sylvy as well for an answer.

Ringo breathed a sigh of relief when Skeebe didn’t notice his accident, so he decided to go along with Skeebe’s question to keep his attention diverted. “Swyvy gave him ta me! He’s weawwy nice!” Ringo chimed as he gave the toy another tight hug. He winced a little at the cubbish words that came out of his mouth, but it was far too late to take them back now. “At least this couldn’t get any worse…” he thought to himself, just hoping that Skeebe would get him in some clothes so they could get out of the shop and try to figure out what happened to him and his brother.

Skeebe stood up and began ruffling the folfsky’s fur. “Well that was very sweet of him to do that.” Smiling warmly at Sylvy and mouthing “thanks” to him.

Sylvy blushed a little at the handsome fox and bounced Ringo in his lap. “S-so what’s your little friend’s name, Ringo?” The flustered folfsky asked, trying to divert the conversation back to the cub.

Ringo looked down at the plush curiously at the question. It was a plush toy; did it really need a name? It wasn’t like it had a personality or anything like that. But then again, the red-panda did cheer him up when he was upset, not to mention how nice he was to hold. Despite his adult thoughts, the other part of him thought that did all of that to be nice and friendly to him. ‘I guess I do kinda owe it by giving it a name’ he thought to himself. But what name suited a little red-panda? Fu? Long? Pandy?

He smiled a little “Hehe, Pandy…” he said aloud without realising, chuckling at just how silly and immature the name sounded to him. He guessed if he really was meant to be a cub, it would have been the first thing to come out of his mouth. But he still had his adult mind and he wanted to give the plush a name that showed he wasn’t just some stupid little kid.

Before Ringo could start thinking of an interesting name, Skeebe interrupted and picked him up, holding his brother and his new plush to his chest. “Pandy, huh?” Skeebe giggled at the silly name. “Well alright then, nice to meet you Pandy.” Skeebe said, shaking the toy’s plush paw.

“W-wait! I didn’ mean…!”  Ringo yelped out, only to be interrupted by his brother popping a blue pacifier into his maw. “MRRF?!” His toddler instincts began making his maw nuk relentlessly at the pacifier, his paws tried to take it out of his maw, but his mouth was far too strong now for his little paws. He soon realised why as his entire body began to relax, fogging his thoughts as the new sense of calmness enveloped him.  He settled back into Skeebe’s chest and snuggled with his plush, purring softly as his mouth continued nukking at his pacifier. Soon he began feeling another warm sensation from his diaper’s front, but this time a little smile crept onto his face. At the moment, all he could think about was how soft and comfortable he was, his adult mind had been settled down, making him not even realise that he had wet himself again. To Ringo, the humiliation of having accidents was a million miles away now, all that was left was the creeping warmth spreading from his groin to his butt.

Skeebe looked down at his brother, almost immediately realising what Ringo had done. Ringo’s first wetting seemed to carry nearly everything that was left in his adult bladder when he had shrunk, leaving him already soaked at the time. Even if Skeebe hadn’t felt the warmth in his brother’s diaper while they were snuggled up, this new accident had left Ringo’s diaper front slightly yellow. As Skeebe held his brother out in front of him, Ringo’s padding sag down to Ringo’s hips, showing a little of his tiny bum to Sylvy.

Skeebe smirked and looked at Sylvy, bringing Ringo back into his chest to keep him in his trance for a bit longer. He had to admit, it wasn’t very often that you get to see your older sibling practically acting like a small cub. “You think you can find me a pack of diapers with some prints? I got an idea.” He whispered and winked at the folfsky.

Sylvy nodded and motioned he’d be back in a moment to the fox. As he waited, he rocked his little brother gently in his arms, watching the little smile on Ringo’s little face grow into a big smile behind his pacifier. As Sylvy came back, Skeebe put his finger to his lips and pointed at the cub in his arms. Ringo’s eyes were fighting a losing battle to stay awake, all the warmth and softness around him making him dose off into dreamland.

In a far corner of his mind, Ringo’s adult voice was screaming out for him to wake up and stop acting like the cub he appeared to be. He wanted to rip the pacifier out of his maw, he wanted to be in underwear instead of his now completely soaked diaper...he wanted to be big again and let the humiliation just end. But soon, that side of him was silenced as his cubby mind took over for the meantime, far too tired to care about all that complex big boy stuff. He simply began listening to the soft beat of the pacifier being suckled in his little maw, nuzzling into Skeebe’s chest and holding Pandy as tight as he could.

With that, little Ringo eventually drifted off to sleep. The last blurry sight he saw was his brother carrying him into the changing room with Sylvy carrying a pack of Dragon Ranger printed diapers. His cubby mind recognised the characters. The familiar sight made him giggle as he shut his eyes and let himself get lost in slumber land.

He really liked Dragon Rangers.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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(AR Story) Bro's Time Off, Chapter 1: Wake Up Call
(AR Story) Bro's Time Off, Chapter 5: Back to Earth
Ringo begins having a rocky start to being an adult inside of a cub's body. The world is much different from a cub's perspective after all. His body has changed, everything is bigger and until he can prove to his now big brother he doesn't need it; he's stuck wearing only a diaper.

As long as he can make it through the day, keeping his maturity should be pretty easy, right?

I have to admit that writing mostly from a cub's perspective for the first time was a bit challenging. I eventually got into the groove of it though and came out with something that was a lot of fun to put together. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

If you have any constructive criticism for me or any tips about how to write from a cub's perspective, please shoot it my way! I'd love to write more stuff like this in the future. ^_^

Keywords
male 616,262, fox 131,048, cub 121,909, dragon 77,356, diaper 28,608, baby 9,934, clothes 5,146, humiliation 4,476, dingo 3,277, brothers 3,148, embarrassment 1,618, age 926, regression 855, swap 292, dragingo 9
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