Still not quite used to your position and astounded by the physiques of yourself and this highly familiar dog-man, you wriggle in uncomfortably. It is the nuisance of your diaper, wet from your initial encounter with "daddy".
The akita shakes his head and licks you one more time between your pointed ears and across the white stripe running from your muzzle to the back of your head. "On second thought, I wouldn't want my son to be unhappy. Let's go clean you up right now."
He lets your slide down onto his hip and strolls out of the dresser and into the shop bathroom (a shop? There's an outside? What happened?). On the way, he picks up a duffel bag that was set outside the door filled to the brim with various baby supplies. Once inside, he sits moves over to a folded up changing station that is marked by some icon depicting a diapered tiger-hybrid baby. He flips it out and sets you down in a sitting position while he raps his fingers across your fuzzy chest. "My first change," he whispers.
The akita puts his left paw behind your head and uses his right to gently push you onto your back. Around this time, it again occurs to you that you're in a bathroom alone with a male stranger having just been reduced to an 7-month-old creature. You kick your little legs and start to fuss. "Now now, be quiet, I'll be done in a second," the akita soothes as he unties the ends of your diaper and pulls it from underneath you. With, a slight thud, your naked kit but falls onto the table and the akita tosses the diaper over his shoulder and into the trash bin. You are greeted with the sight of your diminutive privates.
The akita grins, "You're so precious," and plucks a package of baby wipes (labeled 'cub' of course) from the duffel bag. He chooses a single wipe and uses his free right paw to grab both of your legs together in order to keep them from squirming. Instinctively, your chubby paws go to protect your urine laden penis from being touched in any way and are defeated by smooth pry from the towering male. "Don't you trust me yet, lil'fur?" he asks while tickling your exposed tummy. You giggle lightly and let your arms fall to the side. The akita strokes your penis a few times with the wipe in any area that can be seen to have urine, your privates not being sheathed in any fur for a long radius. He takes a paper towel and dabs your crotch dry and throws both used cloths away. He pauses to draw circles on your torso, "If only you could still speak, you must have so many questions." The akita bends over your relaxed laid body and places his tongue on your stomach. He then blows a quick puff of air on you, creating a flapping feeling and silly noise. You squeal happily and flail in a sensation of ticklish rapture. The akita grins again and blows another raspberry on you for added pleasure. After you've both calmed down, the tall male reaches again into the duffel bag and grabs a fresh cloth diaper. He then grabs both of your legs and hoists them of the table. He slides the diaper open and underneath your tail after you notice the convenient tail-hole etched in its material. The akita bends over one more time to retrieve a canister of talcum powder and splashes a dose onto your fuzzy smooth rump. The cool rush gives you a miniature erection, to the amusement of the akita.
Finished with your cleaning, the akita ties the diaper around your waist, threads your puffy tail through the hole, and lifts you again against is chest with your bottom resting in his elbow. "Tell you what, we'll go outside and meet my mate, go home, and we'll both tell you everything." He licks your muzzle, packs up his supplies into the bag with his free right paw, shoulders it, and carries you out of the shop. You notice that the woman who greeted you is nowhere to be found.
Outside, the warm sun floods your vision and you squint. Stepping onto the sidewalk you see an entire world bustling with these animal hybrids. You are carried by your "daddy" for a few blocks and marvel at the new world around you as you feel a tad naked from lack of clothing.
Eventually, you reach an outdoor cafe where the only table is occupied by a male doberman and a female border collie.
"Honey! I've found one!" He shouts.