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Matter of Control

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Keywords male 1109086, boy 74012, diaper 67971, wet 28760, diapers 19258, messy 16090, diapered 6472, brothers 6295, liger 1267
Matter of Control

There are lots of things in life we have no control over. Often times lacking that control makes us uneasy. Many would want to be in complete control of as much as possible. But for others a lack of control can be fun and surprising. You don't have control but it's fun and surprising. You don't even want control. In fact you might outright refuse to control something. Which in a way is kind of a control in itself isn't it? But having control or not is often something that is out of our control. But lets get to the matter at hand. The Matter of Control.

Lig rolled over in his bed as sleep slowly faded and the sun filtered into his room. An odd miss match of things awaited the sun's rays. There were posters everywhere. Some scifi and perhaps what any nerdy 12 year old would like. Some were rather juvenile. The Furniture was the same way. While the desk and small entertainment center were normal enough the changing table in the corner with a diaper pail next to it would seem out of place to an out of towner. The bed had short rails which it seemed could extend up if desired and the mattress crinkled faintly under the covers. As Lig rolled over and woke up more fully he realized his own diaper was crinkling. It was dry. Again. Lig couldn't figure why he'd been waking up dry for the last week or so with this funny sensation down there. After maybe 10 seconds of the funny feeling Lig started to wet his diaper. A long continuous stream that gave the diaper a good soaking. The flash flood thankfully wasn't enough to overwhelm Lig's thick night time diapers. Lig sighed contently a moment at the soothing familiar feel of the wet diaper before his mind drifted back to the matter at hand. He got up and felt the diaper squish soggily between his legs. It was now heavy as if it'd been a normal night. But of course it hadn't. Lig looked down at his diaper with puzzlement but shrugged as he walked over to his changing table.

The changing table's soft plastic covered top contoured as Lig pressed a button. The curves it made were for easy self changing. Along the side of the wall were Lig's supplies. He just had to reach over once he climbed up onto the changing table. He sat a few things aside and went to work untaping the soaked diaper. He stopped a moment after he opened it leaving it in place. Often times the breeze would cause him to wet a little when the diaper was first opened. Strangely it didn't today and hadn't for the past week. Lig continued on though after a short while, pulling away the soggy diaper and sat it aside. He then grabbed some wipes and cleaned up his diaper area well, tossing the used wipes into the wet diaper before he got out the fresh one. Lig smiled at the little diapered lions on the landing zone and gave the diaper a sniff taking in it's fresh scent before unfoldingit and sliding it into place. Once he wiggled his tail through he started to powder himself up good, purring softly at the soothing scent as he rubbed it in. Finally after dusting off his paws Lig brought the front of the diaper up between his legs and taped it up snuggly. Lig was an expert at this. Though he had to admit he still very much preferred being changed to changing himself.

Hopping down off the changing table Lig chucked the wet diaper and wipes into the diaper pail and stretched a bit more. He walked over to his dresser and stood there a bit trying to decide what to wear today. Looking out the window it was a nice sunny day and warm out. Lig shrugged and decided to go with just a t-shirt, picking his usual red and black one that he had several of. Slipping it on Lig walked out into the hall an into the bathroom. He smiled at himself in the mirror his messy mane sticking every which way and while it was starting to fill out in back it just wasn't wrapping around at all. Lig wondered if he'd ever develop a full mane like his big brother Warren as he brushed his teeth. Of course Lig didn't mind not having one. He liked looking a bit more cubby. So with that in mind he only gave his hair a quick brush through letting it retain some of it's messiness.  

Turning around Lig's eyes drifted to the toilet and lingered. He never liked it. He remembered when he was real little and his parents tried to potty train him. The potty felt foreign and cold and no where near as nice as his diapers. The training pants weren't great either. They were perpetually wet and often leaked. Lig didn't like the experience. He had tried a little to do what his parents wanted but he just could never tell. The only times he successfully used the potty was when he just happened to be sitting on it when he just went. After several weeks with no results his parents took him to the doctor and that was when they found out that the nerves controlling that and the muscles just hadn't developed properly. The doctor had said it might be a due to a gene abnormality and that this sometimes happens in hybrids. He'd also said that odds were Lig would be incontinent for life. Of course Lig didn't hear it all that way at the time. His parents had explained it simply to him and while he knew the details now all he cared about back then was that it meant he got his diapers back. His parents didn't seem to mind much. A lot of cubs in Denshire Falls never potty trained for one reason or another so it wasn't any real trouble. The family adapted just fine. Warren never once teased Lig and never complained about changing him. Well maybe a little but never to Lig. Usually just a drawn out "Alright!" if he happened to be busy.

"Well morning there Lil Bro. Sleep good?" Warren asked as he walked in jarring Lig out of his train of though.

"Huh? Oh. Morning Bro." Lig replied with a smile and shrugged. "I slept alright."

"You sure? You looked a little distracted there." Warren said as his eyes drifted over to the toilet Lig had been absently staring at and which his bladder was telling him it'd be a good idea to use sometime soon.

"Yeah just remembering when I was little. Mom and Dad trying to...potty train me." Lig admitted pausing for a moment.

"Yeah. If I recall you were pretty miserable. But you perked right up after the doctor's and getting your diapers back." Warren told him remembering that time himself as he ruffled Lig's mane a bit.

"Hehe Yeah. Wonder what they'd think now." Lig smiled though faintly.

"Well I'd imagine they'd think nothing of it. I know mom would be proud her little boy stuck it out with modeling even if it's for Pawpers. And dad. Dad would just be happy that you were happy regardless." Warren said with every bit of confidence in it. He wondered if that was what was on Lig's mind lately. He had seemed a little distracted this last week.

"I guess your right. Thanks Big bro." Lig grinned and wrapped his arms around Warren.

"Hey anytime little bro." Warren nodded and hugged Lig back. "Now then why don't you head downstairs for breakfast. I made some waffles with chocolate chips in em."

"Mmmm. Sounds great! Thanks Warren!" Lig cheered and scampered off out of the bathroom with Warren just shaking his head with a smile before answering nature's call.

Five minutes later the two Ligers were down in the kitchen at the table together eating a good breakfast. For the moment Lig's worries and memories of the past were out of mind as he contently ate and talked with Warren a bit. Just like any other morning really.  But as they sat there eating Lig slowed down feeling yet another odd sensation. It'd been occurring about as long as that funny feeling before he wet his diaper this morning. Only this sensation seemed to be a bit more from the lower tummy and bottom area. It usually occurred later in the morning or had been but last night had been a big dinner. Lig didn't like this feeling and began fidgeting in his seat as he tried to keep eating. Lig tried to relax. It made that funny feeling go away faster and had resulted in a messy diaper before.

"Lig are you OK?" Warren asked as he watched Lig slow and then start fidgeting in his seat and the look on Lig's face. If Warren didn't know better he'd think Lig had to go.

"Y-yeah...just got this funny feeling in the bottom of my stomach." Lig explained as he stopped eating and took a sip of his OJ. Maybe that would help.

"Really? Anywhere else?" Warren asked a bit shocked. Was Lig really feeling what he thought he was.

"Well a bit in my bottom too. I had this funny feeling just over my erm...down there." Lig explained blushing a bit before a sigh of relief came over him  he filled the seat of his diaper.

"Lig how long has this been going on?" Warren asked now dumbfounded. Sure enough Lig had just went in his diaper and while obvious to what that sensation meant knew ahead of time about it.

"Um....A little over a week I think." Lig answered again looking down at his food. Talking about this was making him feel uncomfortable.

"How was your diaper when you first woke up this morning?" Warren asked once again knowing that this question would be the clencher.

"It was weird. I woke up and I guess I was dry. I had this funny sensation and after a while I just went. Really flooded it." Lig told him already knowing where Warren was going with this in the back of his mind.

"Have you been having these feelings any other times?" Warren continued on with his questions.

"All the time. Warren what's going on? Are you saying I'm...." Lig trailed off voice starting to shake a little.

"Well yeah. I think your starting to feel when you have to go." Warren nodded still astonished. He'd never thought he'd see the day.

"D-does this mean I have to...have to...p-p...." Lig again trailed off as his lips quivered and he now felt like butterflies were fluttering about in his tummy.

"Hey hey." Warren said softly as he rose from his chair and walked over putting an arm around Lig. "You don't have to do anything. I won't force anything. Understand? But I think maybe we should make an appointment with the Doctor. Just to see what's going on."

"Okay." Was all Lig could really say as he leaned into Warren and nuzzled his chest.

Warren remained there and comforted Lig for a little while and let him finish his food. Warren even decided that given Lig's anxiousness he'd change him. Warren laid out the changing pad in front of the couch and went through the motions of untaping Lig's dirty diaper and cleaning him up, using the powder, and putting a new diaper on him. All the while doing some cubby talk which did succeed in getting Lig to smile. Once done Warren plopped Lig on the couch like he was still just a lil cub and turned on some Cartoons telling him to "Be good and watch your cartoons while I deal with the dishes." Lig smiled and snuggled back into the couch and watched the cartoons while Warren made his way out to the kitchen. Once out in the kitchen he stopped by the phone and took a moment and a deep breath get his head together. This was big. As far as the doctors had previously been concerned Lig would be incontinent the for life. But now it seemed that wasn't so and Warren wasn't sure what to do with that information. If Lig could be toilet trained should he be? Or rather should he at least be trained to hold it if he had to? Warren wondered if he should approach Lig about this. Given Lig's reactions at the table that'd only be likely to upset him. No. Not now anyway. He needed to know more. So with that he picked up the phone and dialed the Hospital and asked for Tanya Dalright.

"Hello Warren. Calling to ask if Dylan can spend the night?" Tanya answered assuming Warren would be calling about her son.

"Not today Tanya. I was actually calling about Lig. I was wondering if we could set up an appointment?" Warren asked her now feeling butterflies in his own stomach for some reason.

"Sure I have some time free in an hour or so if you like. What's wrong? Is Lig sick?" Tanya asked sympathetically.

"No he's not sick. This might be the opposite. I don't know how else to say it but it looks like Lig can feel when he has to go now." Warren told her trying his best to keep his voice from getting too loud.

"What? Your kidding me? This some sort of late April Fool's joke?" Tanya asked now sounding amused.

"I swear Tanya it's the truth.  I think it's got us both shakened up. I mean if this is true then this is the first time in Lig's life where he could conceivably be...potty trained." Warren hesitated to say the words.

"Ok Ok. I believe you. But lets not get ahead of ourselves. Even if he can feel the need to go we'll have to go before hand that's no guarantee he'll actually be able to control it." Tanya stated trying to keep her clinical objectivity.

"I think he might be able to. That's how we found out. Apparently Lig's been waking up dry before flooding in the morning and it's been going on other times of day too." Warren explained kicking himself for not having worded that better before.

"Wow this is big. Ok. I'll put your down on my appointment list.  I'd say get ready and head out now. I'll see you two when you get here." Tanya told him before hanging up.

"Alright we'll see you in a bit." Warren nodded even though she couldn't see and hung up.

Warren walked out into the living room and told Lig about the doctor's appointment and to head up to his room and get dressed. Lig nodded though he had a sinking feeling in his stomach about this. Not the same feeling as before when he'd filled his diaper.  His paws shook a bit as he got his shorts out and and pulled them on over his diaper which bulged somewhat obviously beneath. He knew full well the potential of this situation.  It was quite nerve wracking. He didn't wanna give up his diapers but Warren said he wouldn't make him. Warren never lied. Well not like that anyway.  But still would Warren try to potty train him? Suggest it? What would he do if Warren did at the very least ask him to try it? Lig was the diapered prince as it were. Face on Pawpers packages and ads and for years had staunchly declared diapers to be way better than the potty and said he wouldn't use one even if he could. Lig shook his head. He didn't want to think about it now. Wait and see.

Downstairs Warren had grabbed Lig's diaper bag checking it to make sure it was still stocked. He idly wondered if perhaps Lig might not need it before long? Would that be the case? Warren didn't have a clue. Lig had never wanted anything to do with the potty before and that wasn't likely to change. Still Warren wondered. Lig without a diaper would be an odd sight though. Really it seemed almost impossible to picture the young Liger without them.

The drive from home to the hospital was quite. Neither of the brothers was sure what to say and were lost in their thoughts. They parked and Warren lead the way to the clinic at the back. Warren stopped at the front desk in the clinic and was told to wait a moment. He and Lig sat on pins and needles for a little while. Then finally Tanya arrived.  The resemblance to her son was obvious. She had the same floppy ears as Dylan minus the tuffs of fur at the ends and had fur a slightly darker shade than Dylan's.

"Alright boys you can come on back. Lets see what's going on." Tanya smiled in soothing voice as the two Ligers rose from their seats. She noticed Lig walking a bit slow and seeming ill at ease.  

"Thanks for making the appointment so soon.  Waiting would have been torture." Warren said rubbing the back of his head as they walked back into a private room.

"No problem Warren. You two are practically family and I had time in my schedule today. Besides this is big." Tanya said patting Warren on the shoulder. "Ok Lig mind getting the shorts off for me?"

"Sh-sure." Lig nodded and tugged down his shorts revealing his diaper.

"Hmmmm. Looks dry. How's it feel Lig?" Tanya asked looking the diaper over.

"Dry." Lig answered blushing a little.

"How long has he been in this diaper?" Tanya asked again making things down on a note pad.

"I changed him just before I called so maybe an hour." Warren told her.

"Well that is different. Usually Lig's a little wet by now.  Lig sweetie mind hopping up onto the table for me?" Tanya asked and pulled out a step for Lig.

"Okay." Lig nodded and climbed up onto the exam table and laid down feeling uneasy.

"Nervous sweetie?" Tanya asked as she walked over to him.

"Yeah...this is all so weird and different and I dunno what's gonna happen." Lig admitted taking deep breaths to stay calm.

"I'll tell you what's gonna happen. We're going to find out what's going on with you medically. And then YOUR going to decide what to do with it. Got that." Tanya smiled softly and stroked his cheek gently.

"Got it." Lig managed a smile and a nod.

"Good. Now then lets have a look." Tanya said as an arm extended out from the side of the table. A Bar with what seemed to be a strand of light on it was at the end held above Lig. The arm moved the bar as it projected a light downwards at Lig. It swiped up and down Lig's body twice before the light flicked off. "That's a good boy. Not even a twitch. You certainly know how to hold a pose. Must be from all that modeling."

"Hehe. I guess." Lig giggled in response at the praise.

"So what's the news?" Warren asked curiously.

"Ok here's the med scan data coming in now. Well I'll be. It looks like the nerves that were undeveloped before, the ones preventing Lig from telling when he had to go or really exterting much if any control over it have undergone development. Probably a result of early stages of puberty. Some hormones kicking in and causing futher development." Tanya said reading off the facts in that calm dry manner Dylan tended to use when he rattled off some factoids.

"So does that me that I could..." Lig trailed off as he asked gulping a little.

"It means if you wanted to yes. You could be toilet trained." Tanya answered knowing what the question was. "Right now your system's acting like a toddler's. Reflexively holding it until it gets the need to go signal rather than voiding at the slightest need. Tell me have your number 2's changed any at all?"

"Y-yeah they have. It used to just be kind of random when it happened." Lig started seeing where this was going. "Now its....not too long after I eat."

"Just as I thought. If you wanted to Lig you could learn to listen to these new sensations and learn to hold it for longer." Tanya told him careful in her wording.

"W-what if I don't wanna?" Lig asked looking down at his diaper his paws going between his legs as if to guard the garment.

"Eventually you'll get used to the sensations and you won't really notice them much. You'll probably be going a bit more like you were before but not quite. But it will seem more like it as you may not notice the sensations once they've been around for long enough." Tanya told him softly but decided it was her medical duty to say a bit more. "But if you wanted to. Now would be the easiest time to start. The sensations are new and you know right when they hit you. If you let things get back to normal and then decide to try you'll have a harder time of it"

"It's your choice Lig. I won't make you do anything you don't want to." Warren said taking Lig's hand in his.

"I... dunno what to do. I don't wanna loose my diapers!" Lig said emphatically.

"You know Lig nobody says you can't learn how to hold it and still use your diapers." Tanya said with a smile crossing her arms. "Remember that there are plenty of people in this town who are actually toilet trained that still use their diapers."

"I guess...but the potty training part. Wouldn't I have to give them up for that?" Lig asked looking a little confused.

"I never said anything about YOU potty training did I? Warren what did I say?" Tanya asked the older Liger letting them come to her idea on their own.

"You said he could be potty trained and that...he could learn to hold it longer." Warren said a bit puzzled himself.

"Exactly. Learn to hold it longer. And all you need to do for that is realize when you have to go and just not go. Hold it for a while. Who says when you finally do go it can't be in your diaper?" Tanya explained.

"Wait your saying I could just learn to hold it if I ever gotta?" Lig asked seeming calmer now.

"Exactly. Not for that long or anything. If you feel the need to go practice holding it for a few minutes. That way you have some control when you want it. Just think of it. With some control you could keep diapers dry on set and wet on demand during commercials. Think of the time you could save." Tanya pointed out again with that calm logical voice.

"Yeah she's right. And if your near leaking you could stop from going again until you've had a chance to change. You could also choose to go a bit more in the diaper before hand so there's no surprise fountains if someone else is changing you." Warren said with a smirk at the last statement.

"Hehe. Hey I don't do that THAT often." Lig giggled and nodded. It didn't sound so bad.

"Hey you could even work on conditioning things so you just go when you have to in mos situations but with a bit of concentration you won't in others." Tanya nodded.

"In short your just learning to make the most of your diapers." Warren smiled ruffling Lig's scruffy mane.

"Well...that doesn't sound so bad. And I only gotta hold it when I wanna right?" Lig asked looking between the too.

"Right. You don't have to be ZeeZee after all." Warren laughed making Lig blush.

"Besides odds are you'd never be able to hold it as well as say ZeeZee. The Sphincters just don't have the muscle tone for it." Tanya said looking over more of the scan data.

"Ok." Lig nodded leaning back getting that feeling again but this time he gave a bit of concentration and just went. It worked. He sighed contently as he felt his diaper warm as usual.

"Heh well someone seems relieved. In more ways than one." Warren noted seeing a faint discolored spot spread.

"Hehe. I guess so. And this time it didn't just happen! I felt that feeling again and concentrated and went. I didn't just feel it and wait for it to happen." Lig said looking down at his now wet diaper.

"See he's already practicing. Learning to go yourself when you feel that will help develop control too. Just of a different kind." Tanya said as she logged the medical data to Lig's file. "Well boys I think we're done here.

"Thanks a lot Mrs. Dalright!" Lig grinned to her not feeling so bad now as he hopped off the table and gave her a hug.

"Oh anytime sweetie." Tanya smiled and hugged him back warmly.

"Your the best Tanya." Warren smiled and gave her a hug.

"Heh. Your welcome. Now go on you two. It's already nearly Eleven. Don't waste the day." Tanya laughed hugging Warren back before shooing them towards the door playfully.

"Ok we're going! Well one of us already went." Warren smirked as Lig giggled.

"You know it! I'm always going!" Lig said wiggling his padded bottom seeming more himself as he made his way to the door.

"Lig. Might wanna hold up a second." Warren told him and held up his shorts.

"Oh. Hehe yeah." Lig blushed slightly and scampered over and quickly put them on.

With that final goodbyes for the day were said and the two Ligers walked out of the clinic into the parking lot. Lig felt a lot better about the situation now knowing how things would be. Knowing that potty training wasn't on the agenda. Being a bit wet now helped too. It was Lig's natural state most of the time after all and was comforting. Warren for his part was feeling better too. With the shock of the sudden change in situation he hadn't been sure what to do. Now  he did. It would let Lig be his crinkly self and still keep options open if anything ever changed. Though somehow Warren doubted Lig would ever want anything more than cursory control and would probably never be caught dead using the potty. But somehow just knowing it was an option if Lig wanted it was sort of nice. The idea that diapers could now be Lig's choice felt good to both of them. Lig sort of felt proud of it. He had a choice now and he chose his diapers. Remaining the padded prince and more so.

On the way home the two stopped at a Burger King for lunch and talked and generally enjoyed the day. Lig felt the need to wet again while he ate and again went of his own accord shortly after. On the way home after lunch Lig felt the need to go again number two this time. He held it for a bit. A whole minute before he finally let loose and sighed with relief as he filed the seat of his diaper. Warren caught wiff soon and Lig giggled up a storm as Warren exclaimed about the smell theatrically despite having grown used to it long ago. The two returned home and Lig was changed and the day continued on with the brothers enjoying each others company. In the coming days and weeks Lig would let Balt and Dylan know what had been going on with him and the feeling would become natural going automatically would become more natural though a bit of control would remain. There would always be the possibility of more but the Pawpers Prince of course would never relinquish his diapers. The control he'd gained most of the time would only ever be used for commercials at best. Lig hadn't expected any of this but now his matter at hand had been resolved. It was all just a Matter of Control. Control over one's body and Control over one's fate.

The End
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by Lig
Had the idea for this story kicking around in my head for a while. Finally finished it up.

Lig's twelve in this story and all of the sudden something's changed in his life. He's waking up dry in the morning before soaking and getting these strange sensations before using his diaper. What does this mean for Lig could the Prince of Pawpers be at risk for loosing his Pawpers? Well read and find out. ^^

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male 1,109,086, boy 74,012, diaper 67,971, wet 28,760, diapers 19,258, messy 16,090, diapered 6,472, brothers 6,295, liger 1,267
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