Darren yawned as he patrolled the empty mall, adjusting his ill-fitting uniform. He hated the graveyard shift; it messed up his sleep schedule and it barely paid above the usual (abysmal) rates. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to pick his hours.

As Darren walked down the department store, he spotted three kids lounging around, none older than 10 it seemed. He tried to escort them out but... they were cunning. They told him he “worked suuuper hard as a guard”, “an unsung hero of the community”, and he “deserved to kick back and relax a bit”. The guard just politely smiled and nodded, suppressing a yawn to get these cubs to shut up. Unfortunately for him, they noticed, which only confirmed their suspicions.

One of the kids grabbed his hand and led him to a nearby recliner. “5 minutes, then you can go back to patrolling your mall.” As Darren sat down, he could only think how wonderful the lumbar was, and not how another kit was unlacing his heavy boots. The kid started to massage his feet, kneading out stress he didn’t know he had.

“You guard such a biiig mall all by yourself…so brave…”, the other one whispered into his ear as he massaged his shoulders, every word timed with a particular press of a thumb just in the right spot. The tails of the kids rhythmically swaying in his periphery, catching his gaze again... and again…

The fox at his feet started to work his way up. Massaging his ankles, then his calves, and before he knows it, the kid is just shy of his groin--coaxing an erection. “K-kids shouldn’t…” he tried to murmur, but the third one pressed his entire body against his chest, smothering his protest in warmth and softness.

“Ssshhhhh…”, he crooned, subtly grinding his hips against his. “Just relax, you’re so tired…you deserve it…” Darren tried to protest but all that came out was another loud yawn, as his eyes started to droop…

Once Darren was zonked out, the three siblings hoisted his body with uncanny strength from the recliner, and towards an oversized display crib. They took off his now-tight-fitting pants, replacing it with a gigantic diaper. They also taped wet diapers on his hand just in case he tries to pinch himself awake. Since that pervert loves cub cuddles so much, the kids undressed and donned diapers themselves before hopping in.

One kid rubs the front of Darren’s diaper, feeling his throbbing front. Another one strokes the base of his tail—a sensual area for foxes. And the third brat massages his jaw, swinging a pocketwatch back and forth to keep him all nice and tranced. All four foxes having throbbing bulges that pressed against the front of their diapers