runtashea

It's been some time since I've posted here. To be honest, I feel alone. More often than not, I find myself in groups that don't really align with my personal tastes. And instead, end up surrounded by people who's tastes or interests I hate. In the past, I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to bother people with my existence. After all, then and now, i still see myself as a waste of space. Yet, I crave some level of companionship and validation. Adopting a pet sounds an option but, I don't do a good job caring for myself. I doubt caring for a pet would do me or the animal any good. Honestly, it would be nice to have someone to chat about things we both enjoy. Instead of me feeling like I'm the only person that enjoys certain things. Like, I enjoyed Velma for example. It'd be nice to run into someone else who honestly liked it. To talk about it and what we enjoyed about. Instead, I had to endure people constantly complaining and hating it. BUT GOD FORBID I SAY WHAT I REALLLY FEEL ABOUT THE 'ACCEPTED POPULAR MEDIA'. Like I hate Sonic with a burning passion but I'm surrounded by Sonic fans because of an artist I support. I know I shouldn't let other people's tastes affect how I enjoy media. However, counterpoint, when all you ever hear is negative things about what you enjoy, it does affect you. I feel alone in what little I do enjoy. Like I enjoy Big Mouth and Human Rescources, yet based on every discussion I've seen of it in the discord servers I've part of is always negative. More often than not, I find myself defending the media I enjoy. Yet, probably because of all time defending or listening to people talk negatively about what I enjoy, I couldn't care about what anyone enjoys. Regardless of our tastes/interests matching up. The ultimate contradiction: I crave friendship but I could less for what makes them happy as long I'm happy.

It was back. The shadow unicorn that’d been appearing in his dreams showed up once more. Except, Maximus wasn’t a cub anymore. He was a fully grown adult, staring at this strange creature. Without warning, a stream of darkness shot from its horn at the liger. Maximus side-stepped it several times. Once a safe enough distance away, he let out his battle cry. “Felinic Evolution!” Normally, this would cause a sudden change in Maximus’s appearance, turning him into a knight capable of fighting this creature evenly. Except, that didn’t happen. Maximus stared at his paws in confusion. “What the-” Maximus wondered. Mid-thought, it fired another shadow stream at him. This time, it was aimed directly at his feet. Maximus gasped, desperately trying to free himself. Sadly, that effort amounted to nothing. The shadow unicorn moved towards, each step burying him deeper in darkness. Maximus continued to struggle, not giving it the satisfaction of seeing him give up. Once close enough, Maximus swiped at its face. Bits of darkness were scraped off, unveiling who was beneath it. “No way.” Maximus’s face fell at the sight of her. Emotionlessly, Sarabi’s face is revealed beneath the shadow horse. Though once revealed, a twisted and demented grin grew on her face. “See ya soon, widdle cub.” One final blast covered the remainder of his body. And finally, Maximus woke up. Gasping for air, his eyes darted around the room. He instantly noticed the bars surrounding him and nearly panicked. After noticing a few familiar items, i.e. a plush of a dragon and sphinx, Maximus relaxed. Somehow he made his way into his home nursery. Tossing over the blankets, he saw a thoroughly saturated diaper taped around his waist. Maximus raised an eyebrow at it. “When did I-” “He’s awake!” Maximus turned to the door, Denise and Deborah stood in the doorway. “Denise? Deborah? What are you two doing here?” Maximus wondered. Denise and Deborah looked at each other, the Dalmatian nodding. Denise left, Deborah approaching Maximus’s crib. She lowered the bars, sitting next to him. “Mother Dragon suggested we close early and check up on you. When we got here, you were passed out on the couch, covered in your own puke and piss. So we cleaned you up, put in this,” she playfully squeezed his soaked diaper, “thing, and let you sleep in your crib.” Deborah scooped him up, heading over to the changing table. Maximus gingerly tapped his paws together. “Thank you.” “Anytime sweetie!” Untapping his current diaper, she threw it into the pail. Deborah grimaced at the sight of Maximus’s butt. Usually, a well-spanked bottom should be red, not purple. Just the sight of it left Deborah enraged. Poor Maximus, he doesn’t deserve this. Deborah thought. White light from her paw bombarded the liger’s tush softly, slowly undoing the damage from the earlier spanking. When finished, she carefully wiped his groin area. Maximus blushed the entire time she spent diapering him. Occasionally, she’d praise how good he’s being. When she finished, she gave him a few commentary diaper pats. “All done,” Deborah said sweetly. Looking at her, he felt a ping of jealousy. The difference between her and Sarabi was night and day. So it flustered him to think Azalea was so against letting Deborah be her ABDL-mommy. “Deborah, mind if I ask a question?” “What’s on your mind?” “Why Azalea? Why do you want to baby Azalea?” Deborah’s mood visibly deflated. There was more to the question than just her and Azalea’s relationship. Exhaling, she gave him her current answer. “I could’ve forced Azalea into all of this if I really wanted to. I didn’t because I wanted it to be her choice. To come to me and ask me to be her caretaker. It has to be her choice or it's meaningless to me.” Deborah answered. She reached for a pacifier next to the diapers. It’s pushed into Maximus’s mouth, both smiling. “You need to call this off with Sarabi. But that can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, let us take care of you. Okay?” Maximus nodded. Deborah carried him in her paws, heading for the living room. There Denise and Mother Dragon, now a petite version of herself, setting the table. A busty black poodle in a pink dress and diaper, grumbling while in a highchair. “Why do I have to be a baby too?” Jennifer complained. “You lost the die roll. Besides, you’ll have two more joining you,” Mother Dragon answered. Deborah, who just finished putting Maximus in his highchair, shuttered. Gulping, she and Mother Dragon return to the nursery. In the short time it took Denise to get the third highchair ready, the pair had returned. Deborah, with her head lowered, waddled in a thick diaper and inverted-Dalmatian printed onesie. Three bibs, all covered in a red glow, floated from the kitchen to the table, tying themselves around Deborah, Jennifer, and Maximus’s neck. Along with one sippy cup and two bottles full of juice. Maximus got the sippy cup, the canines got the bottles. The canines scrunched their faces up at Denise. “How come we get a bottle?” they asked. “Because this night is about him. So hush or you’ll be wearing those outfits at work tomorrow,” Mother Dragon threatened. In her talons were three kiddie plates of burgers and mac and cheese. Maximus was given a comically large fork, Deborah and Jennifer don’t receive silverware. “Just let me know when you want your mac n cheese so Denise or I can feed you,” Mother Dragon explained to the canines. The diapered trio looked at their plate, their burgers all bite-sized. Denise and Mother Dragon sat at the table, feasting on regular-sized burgers. Despite Deborah and Jennifer’s occasional whining, dinner was enjoyable. Maximus took a special delight in seeing his dog friends being spoon-fed. “Such messy puppies. Maybe we should make all rude or rowdy canines be diapered instead,” Mother Dragon teased. Deborah and Jennifer gulped. Maximus and Denise smiled brightly. Oh, how they’d love for the shoe to be on the other foot. Unfortunately, Denise wasn’t spared from baby-time. After dinner, she joined her friends in a diaper and pink onesie. Currently, the diapered foursome was all huddled together under a large blanket in a playpen. Mother Dragon hovered over them, holding up two blu-rays. “Alright kittens and puppies, we have two choices. Either Oliver & Company or The Aristocats,” Mother Dragon presented. “Oliver & Company,” Denise suggested. “Aristocats,” Deborah and, to everyone’s surprise, Jennifer suggested. She shrugged at their confusion. “Don’t assume I’m a fan of Georgette just because I’m a poodle,” she explained. All eyes then fell on Maximus. He sheepishly tapped his claw tips together. “Aristocats,” Maximus answered. “Aristocats wins!” Mother Dragon announced. Denise pouted, looking away from her friends. The others laughed, Jennifer reassuring her they could watch it at home. Midway through their movie, light snoring is heard. At some point, Maximus had fallen asleep with his thumb in his maw. The four females collectively awed at his cuteness. Collectively, they agree to stop the movie and put him to bed. After a goodnight kiss from each of them, Deborah and Mother Dragon return home. Denise and Jennifer stay the night, both sleeping on the couch.

Any tips to making it less stressful? Every attempt I try ends up just writing self-deprecating shit about myself, self-harming, or just crying over inadequacy. I don't know why this so stressful for me, but it is. I've tried making the environment I draw in less stressful: i.e. putting on background music or background noise I enjoy, sticking to things I'd like to draw or even just sticks figures. None of it helps, it just makes me more stressed out. I know it's probably me comparing myself to others and overthinking it but, I can't help. It's just apart of who I am and that never motivates me to try harder. Only to just wallow in more self pity.

Chapter 3 It was that dream again. Maximus, as a cub, is being pushed in a stroller by Sarabi. Nothing so far felt out of place. He was in that stupid sailor outfit again. Also in a soggy diaper. Sarabi still cooed over him. There was one difference he noticed. In their shadow, specifically Sarabi’s shadow, that shadow unicorn from before was still there. Whenever they moved, it moved too. Although it didn’t seem to focus on Sarabi. Only him. He was so enamored with it that he hadn’t noticed Sarabi unbuckling him from his stroller. She lifted him into her arms, dipping a paw into his padding. “You can stand to be in it a bit longer,” Sarabi decided. Maximus hmphed. She wasn’t the one in a soggy diaper! “Someone’s a fussy cubby.” Sarabi, instead of the swings like last time, brought him to the sandbox. Together, each with their own shovel and bucket, they built a sandcastle. It was pretty amateurish but, for a cub like Maximus, it might as well have been the Royal Palace. Lingering around was still that shadow unicorn. Due to a lack of facial features, he couldn’t read its emotions. Though he felt it was mocking him and his pitiful castle. Suddenly, he found himself crying. Like a good mother, Sarabi cradled him in her arms. “Oh, it’s okay widdle Maxie. Mommy’s here,” the lioness repeated. Slowly, his cries soften by listening to her gentle heartbeat. When he stopped crying, Sarabi held her cub up high. “Now what was the matter, baby?” Maximus smiled softly until he saw it again. Now it was behind Sarabi as though clinging to her shadow. He pointed directly at it and screamed out, “HORSIE! HORSIE!” Of course, Sarabi didn’t see anything where he pointed at. For whatever reason, the shadow unicorn disappeared. Although, she did notice one thing. “Maxie’s first word! Oh, Mommy is so proud!” Sarabi gushed, nuzzling her head against his face. More giggles and happy squeals escaped his maw. At least until he saw it again. This time it was directly in front of him and Sarabi. He pointed to it, screaming, “Horsie! Horsie!” Yet, for whatever reason, Sarabi refused to acknowledge it. A hoof was nearly planted on his head had the liger not woken up at that exact moment. Drenched in sweat, he sat on the side of the bed with his head in his paws. What the hell does this even mean? He wondered. Reaching for his phone, he saw he only had an hour or so before his shift. So for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. While eating cereal, his mind wandered back to his night with Sarabi. Besides the chastity cage fiasco, that night was fun. Thinking of the chastity cage brought his mind to a conversation he once had. “Kitten, mind if I ask something?” Maximus asked. Kitten, better known as Azalea, was on the changing table of their nursery. While Maximus slid a diaper under her, she plucked out her pacifier. “Fire away.” “You don’t have to answer, but I’m curious. Why not Deborah? You have no problem letting me baby you,” Maximus asked. Azalea sighed. This question was something she thought over plenty of times. “Deborah can be so… forceful and inconsiderate at times. Sometimes, I feel like she doesn’t care how I feel.” The next time he saw Sarabi, he’d have a serious talk with her. If they were going to pursue this kind of relationship, then boundaries needed to be set. Discussions to be had at a later date, Maximus nodded. xxx Once more at work in the ABDL/Baby section, it was as boring as usual. New parents, both normal and ABDL-style, asking questions. Experience kinksters knowing exactly what they wanted. An occasional embarrassed young adult looking to try out the kink. Even a few rude customers he got the privilege to diaper up. Just an average day. He stood at the counter, bored as he was before Sarabi showed up yesterday. His ears perk up from his phone vibrating. Sarabi sent him a text saying, “Sorry about last night cubby. Mommy never meant to make you uncomfortable.” “It’s fine. I had fun regardless,” Maximus texted back. Another text immediately followed. “How about sending Mommy a pic of your diaper? Mommy wants to be sure her cub isn’t wet or stinky.” Maximus looked at his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a diaper. “Uh… I’m not wearing a diaper. At work atm.” “..........WHY ISN’T CUBBY IN A DIAPER?!?! Cubs like you can have accidents at any moment! Get into a diaper and show Mommy immediately!” She texted back. Naturally, he was taken aback by the aggressive text. His eyes fell to the diapers under the counter. They were for punishments, be it for him or someone else, or for customers to have examples of their product. Dare he wear one for Sarabi’s approval? Maximus shook his head. “Sarabi, I’m working. Can we do this some other time?” He blinked a few times when she texted back right away. “Cubby, do as Mommy says. You were a bad cub last night and Mommy forgave you. So be a good cubby and do what Mommy told you to do.” The liger made a face. That wasn’t how he recalled last night. “I was a bad cub? You took advantage of me last night!” Like clockwork, her reply was almost immediate. “I seem to recall a certain Cubby holding Mommy’s head down while she was dealing with Cubby’s stiffy.” “Something I never asked you to do!” Maximus retorted. His paws trembled and he shivered. What was happening here? “Cubby, just do as Mommy says. You’re making Mommy very upset right now. So be a good cub or else.” Maximus narrowed his eyes at her text. He scowled, having reread the text for a second time. “Sarabi, I said no. Right now, I’m working. Please just leave me alone.” To his surprise, there was no immediate reply from Sarabi. Maximus relaxed, letting out a few breaths. Yet, his paws were still shaky and he felt a sudden sickness. And it only got worse. She strutted into his workplace with a nasty scowl. The kind a parent would give their unruly child that embarrassed them in public. Just seeing her like this made Maximus small. She went behind the counter and pulled on Maximus’s ear. “OW, OW, OW! Sarabi, stop it now!” Maximus whined, teary-eyed. “No, Mommy will not stop. Mommy’s widdle cub has been bad and needs to be punished.” She led him to the paddle section of the ABDL section. Sarabi reached for a metal paddle, the phrase ‘naughty’ branded into it. The entire time, Maximus tried desperately to fight back or get away from her. Despite knowing he was stronger than her, he couldn’t fight back. Just like last night, he felt like a helpless cub. Powerless to stop what Sarabi was going to do. “Lift your tail.” When he did as she ordered... SWAT! He screamed. Reflexively, he tried to cover his rear with paws and tail. “Move them now!” Sarabi ordered. Weeping, Maximus did as she asked. SWAT! And immediately screamed again. This happened eight more times before Sarabi felt he had enough. By then, Maximus was a sobering mess. Tears and snot dripped onto his uniform, the liger shivering. Not that Sarabi cared. Quite the contrary, she reveled in his misery. She grabbed his crotch, her paw wet with urine. “If you did as Mommy told you and wore your diaper, you wouldn’t be wet, right?” She asked. “Yes,” he answered softly. Sarabi swatted his rear again, this time with her paw. “I didn’t hear you!” SWAT! “YES!” “Will you be a good cub for Mommy?” SWAT! “I’ll be a good cub!” Maximus cried. Sarabi, satisfied, let go of his ear. Despite not being even lifted slightly above the ground, the liger fell to his rear. A few more sobs come out, him wincing from the pain. Looking up, he cowered before the towering figure of Sarabi. Her absolute disdain for him at this moment made him feel smaller than he ever had prior. Now more than ever, he felt like a weak cub. “Take off your pants. You’ve proven you’re too irresponsible for big boy undies. It’s strictly diapers for you from here on out.” Sarabi turned her back to him, going for one of the display diapers set aside. In a hurry, Maximus took off his pants and underwear. Now in the middle of the ABDL section, whimpering as he waited for a fresh diaper. Part of him wanted to fight back, to resist Sarabi on any level. Even so, as she returned with a diaper, he simply kept his head down. He had been a bad cub after all and Sarabi was punishing his bad behavior. I deserve this, Maximus rationalized. When she returned, she only had a diaper in her underarm. The diaper itself could easily be mistaken for a large pillow in thickness. But that was all she brought. “Let that bruised tushy of yours be a lesson to always obey Mommy,” Sarabi growled. He still winced from his rear touching the diaper, despite the soft padding. Before tapping him up, she plucked something out of her pocket. “When you start behaving, I might take this off.” In her paws was the chastity cage from last night. Maximus struggled to voice a complaint. To demand Sarabi not put that on him. But he deserved it and he knew it. Fortunately, not everyone agreed with that. Covering a red aura, the cage flew out of Sarabi’s paw into a black cat’s, who’s dressed in the same uniform as Maximus, paw. “Excuse me, I’m going to ask that you leave the store. If not…” the black cat's other paw became drenched in a red glow. She aimed it at Sarabi, glaring at her as the lioness did with Maximus. “I’m afraid it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” Sarabi laughed at the cat’s threat. “Oh please, I was just disciplining my cub. Wasn’t I, cubby?” Sarabi side-eyed Maximus. Terrified, he nodded quickly. “Denise, stand down.” Mother Dragon ordered, having just landed next to Denise. Denise gasped, surprised by the dragon’s order. A few tears rolled down Maximus’s face. Was his supervisor really about to allow this to happen? “But she crossed a line beyond just punishing him! That shit can’t be tolerated.” “And it won’t be. As of now, Sarabi is banned from the store.” Deborah added, walking into view from the backroom. The Dalmatian got on her knees, hugging Maximus as tightly as possible. Sarabi, for the first time, looked shocked. “For what? Disciplining my naughty cub?!” She shouted. “If you call abusing my staff disciplining, then yes. Now leave or else,” Deborah said. Sarabi stood up, glaring at the three intruders. Turning to Deborah, she narrowed her eyes at the Dalmatian. “Or else what?” To answer her question, Denise’s body set itself ablaze in a red aura. Flames began brewing in Mother Dragon’s maw. Lastly, Deborah’s entire body produced a white aura. “You won’t survive.” For the second time today, Sarabi felt panicked. It wasn’t worth her life just to deal with her cub. Her panicked feeling lasted a second or two. She soon started giggling. “Fine, I’ll leave. Cub.” Sarabi called. Maximus looked up, shivering at her voice. “Yes?” Maximus answered. “Mommy will be seeing you real soon.” With that Sarabi left. Deborah, Denise, and Mother Dragon narrowed their eyes as she left. Once out of sight, they all looked back to Maximus. Except he was gone, having fled to the bathroom. Saddened by these events, Deborah turned to the others. “Back to work. I’ll take care of it.” The two nodded, watching Deborah follow him into the employee bathroom. What she saw left her heartbroken. Maximus was on his side, curled into a ball while crying. There was also a growing pool of fresh vomit spewing from his mouth. Deborah, careful to avoid his vomit, sat next to him. She took him into her arms, rocking him as gently as possible. An hour passed before either said anything. “I’m sorry,” Maximus whimpered. Deborah shook her head. “Don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.” “If I just did what she wanted...” “Regardless, it doesn’t give her the right to treat you that way.” Objectively, Deborah was correct. Maximus knew that. But, as he looked at Deborah’s diapered crotch, he knew she didn’t understand. “You just don’t get it.” He fought his way out of her grip. Deborah, though not a fan of her situation, had someone to care for her. Maximus had no one. Deborah wanted to say more. She wanted to reassure him that she did understand, probably more than he knew. Instead, she exhaled. “Take the rest of the week off. If you want my advice, cut it off with Sarabi. You deserve better.” Maximus didn’t say anything. Not right away at least. He glanced back at Deborah with a faint smile. “Thank you.” By the time Maximus left and made it to his motorcycle, Sarabi was waiting for him. She leaned on his bike, arms crossed while tapping the ground with a hind paw. “Mommy’s widdle cub made a fool out of Mommy today.” Sarabi snarled. Maximus flinched when she raised her paw. To his surprise, she didn’t slap him, she just placed it on his shoulder. “But Mommy isn’t mad. Just do as Mommy says next time, cubby. If not then Mommy will have to punish you and your friends won’t be there to help you. Okay?” The tears along with that awful sickness were coming back. Even so, he forced them down to nod. Something that made Sarabi hug him tightly. “Good widdle cub.” Sarabi planted a kiss on his forehead then left him. Again, Maximus noticed that her kiss felt like how one would kiss a pet. Sniffling softly, he got on his bike and rode home.

Chapter 2 The following day, Maximus was at work with his head in his paws. He worked at a friend’s kink convenience store, a Walmart-style store that also sold kink items. Everyone, besides the manager, rotated sections each week. This week, he worked in the ABDL section of the store. Sadly, since he was late to work, he was thrown into diapers by their co-manager as punishment. Besides a few giggles from a few customers, it didn’t bother him. “Pardon me, may I have your help?” she asked. Maximus's jaw dropped. A lioness with tan fur and amber eyes approached. He’d recognize her anywhere. Though the original version wasn’t bipedal like this one is, it was impossible to mistake her for anyone else. Sarabi, former Queen of the Pridelands, smiled at him. Holy shit, am I dreaming?! Maximus wondered. He stammered out incoherent words, much to Sarabi’s enjoyment. She giggled at his cute babbling, causing him to babble even harder. Eventually, she pinched his lips shut, “Such a cute widdle cub. Can you help me with some shopping? I need some stuff for my little.” Hearing that brought down Maximus’s enjoyment sufficiently. Figures she’d already have a little. Why wouldn’t she? He thought. Regardless, he nodded. It was his job to help customers after all. During Sarabi’s visit, she always gave him a sideways glance before making a decision. Diapers, diaper covers, bottles, outfits, anything abdl-related she always gave him a second glance. As if she was making sure they’d fit him or someone similar. All of it culminating in her buying her stuff and leaving. “Wait! You didn’t get your change!” Maximus called. Sarabi looked back at him and winked. “Consider it on the house. See ya soon, widdle cubby liggy.” Sarabi waved. He tilted his head until he looked at her money. Between a twenty and a ten was a small note. On it was a phone number and hotel number. As Sarabi was leaving, a large white dragon walked past her. The dragon stared oddly at her. Sarabi turned to her, asking, “Is there a problem?” “I don’t know,” Mother Dragon answered. Sarabi hmphed, shot Maximus another wink, and took her leave. When she was gone Mother Dragon whispered, “Yet." Turning back, she saw Maximus fondly looking at the note she left him. He was even purring, something his breed of feline shouldn’t be capable of doing. Mother Dragon grabbed the note, eyes focused on Maximus. “What do you intend to do about this?” Mother Dragon asked. Maximus took the note back from her, frowning. “I’ll probably see what this is about. Besides, with Kitten gone, I…” Maximus trailed off. Mother Dragon nodded. Besides the dragon’s puppy, he was equally devastated by Azalea’s abduction. “Say no more, my puppy’s been just as lonely. I do warn you to be careful. I wouldn’t want you getting your hopes up,” Mother Dragon said. Maximus, his eyes never leaving the note, nodded. Having one’s ideal mommy-figure babying them was certainly an opportunity not to be passed up. xxx Later that night, a call to Sarabi led Maximus to a hotel. Specifically, Margaret’s kink hotel, Fetish-Tel if he recalled correctly. More specifically, the one dedicated strictly to ABDL-related kinks. He cringed looking at the sign. “Someone really needs to learn to name stuff better,” Maximus said to no one in particular. Sarabi texted him again, asking him to look up. From his motorcycle, he saw her peeking out a window, waving to him. He waved back, parked his bike, and entered the building. Even though Maximus knew what to expect, it still took him by surprise. Dozens of fur in various ABDL-themed attire. Some dressed as babies, toddlers, or big kids along with adult furs. Entire ageplay-based families were waiting in the lobby. “Excuse me!” Someone yelled. Brushing Maximus was an adult hyena in a thick diaper being pushed in a stroller by a small meerkat. The hyena blushed, burying her face in her paws while her caretaker laughed. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day,” Maximus mumbled. Plucking the note from his pocket, it had room number G39. Making his way to the elevators, he’s stopped by a friend. “Maximus? What are you doing here?” Margaret asked while approaching her friend. Maximus held up the note with a smile. “Craziest thing happened, I met Sarabi earlier and she gave me a note with her room number.” Maximus handed Margaret the note. She blinked a few times. One of her pantsuit threads grabbed a tablet, allowing the hippo to check their guest registry. And sure enough, she found a ‘Sarabi’ registered in that room. But… Margaret started to worry until she looked up at Maximus’s concerned face. “Is something-” “No! Go have fun, I was just confirming something,” Margaret waved off. The liger frowned slightly. He and Margaret had been friends long enough to know something was wrong. Regardless, he continued to the elevator. They waved each other off, then Margaret sighed. Just be careful, Margaret hoped. xxx Maximus arrived at Sarabi's room number. He didn’t need to knock. Sarabi already had the door opened. She greeted him with that motherly smile he always associated her with. His hair is given a playful tousle as she cooed over him. “Such a cute widdle cub,” Sarabi cooed. Blushing, he looked up at her. Just seeing her made him feel small. Now, in his head, a small cub, he took Sarabi’s paw as she himself. If there was something he had to give Margaret credit for was authenticity. The room Sarabi had rented felt like a home away from home. But he didn’t have long to take in his surroundings. Before long, Sarabi led him into the nursery and got him into one of the thick diapers she brought earlier. She stepped away from Maximus, gesturing for him to come to her. “Come to mama, wittle liggy.” Maximus got off the changing table, his feet wobbled from the thickness. Blushing, he took awkward baby-waddles to her. Failing to maintain her glee, she gushed over it. “Awe look at my cub’s waddle!” Maximus, face still crimson with blush, lowered his head. Sarabi gave his diapered butt a firm squeeze. She gently tousled his hair for a bit before walking to the closet. Her paws patted her knees, gesturing again for him to come to her. “Come to mama and we’ll get you into a pwetty outfit? Would you wike twat, mama’s widdle liggy kit?” Sarabi asked. Maximus kept his head lowered with his eyes closed. He smiled, nodding slightly. “Ye-yes,” Maximus whispered. With every step he took, Sarabi kept referring to him as her ‘widdle cub’. Outwardly, he blushed and nodded his head. Inwardly, it felt like a dream come true. This has to be a dream. Maximus kept repeating that in his head. Right now, he is experiencing every guy’s dream. The dream, albeit his, was more specific, of being in the same room as someone they admired. When he reached her, she lifted his head, showing him that same smile he loved. Just seeing it reassured him it wasn’t a dream. Using her free paw, she opened the closet door behind. In it are all the outfits Maximus helped Sarabi pick out. When he gasped in shock, Sarabi couldn’t help but laugh. She clapped her paws together. “Dress-up time!” If he recalled, she brought him four outfits. The first of which felt nostalgic. Not that he’d ever worn it but… Azalea did. He strutted around in a yellow dress with ruffles on the ends of its lower rims and puffy sleeves. In terms of length, it barely covered the upper half of his diaper. A yellow strapless bonnet on his head. Using her phone, Sarabi took a picture of it, saying, “Baby’s first dress.” Maximus’s ears flatten. Sarabi never mentioned taking pictures of him like this. “Uh… Miss Sarabi, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take pictures of me like this,” Maximus requested. It was a simple request. But Sarabi’s face made it seem as if he asked her to perform brain surgery. “But how will we save our time together?” Sarabi wondered. Maximus gingerly grabbed his tail. That was true… he’d definitely like some record of their time together. Even so, he wished Sarabi asked him first. “Well… I…” Maximus stammered to find the right words. Sarabi wrapped her arms around him, burying her worried cub in her soft fur. She gently rubbed his back, sighing. “Mommy would be very happy if cubby let her take pictures of her adorable cub. Pwease?” Sarabi pouted, lip quivering. Maximus averted his eyes from her gaze. This was his dream come true… so who could it hurt? Maximus nodded. Sarabi squealed gleefully. “Alright, next outfit!” Maximus waddled about on a hobby unicorn. A long-sleeve plaid onesie with a jeans-style skirt. Along with that, he wore a small cowgirl hat and a pair of brown leather booties. Sarabi clapped as he went around in a circle for her amusement. “Ride ‘em cowgirl!” Maximus kept his head down. Pictures or not, this certainly felt humiliating. After she took several pictures, the next outfit came. Like the first outfit, it was a dress except it was pink. There were white ruffles around the collar and puffy sleeves. A pink ribbon was tied around his waist. He stumbled around in a pair of pink booties. Meanwhile, Sarabi tied a pink bow into his hair. He closed his eyes, blushing Sarabi gushing over his cute outfit. This is humiliating. “I should’ve brought a frog plush to complete the ensemble.” Sarabi sighed. Oh well, there was always next time. “Sarabi, can I wear something less… girly?” Maximus whined. The lioness shook her head. She pinched his cheek, still smiling. “But you look so cute in them.” “But I don’t-” Maximus’s request is stopped by Sarabi putting a paw digit to his lip. A different outfit, this time a sleeper is handed to her free paw by her tail. “Okay, we’ll put away the girly stuff for now.” As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. A pleasant smelling aroma was picked up on by both felines. Pizza to be exact. “Let’s eat.” Several minutes later, Sarabi helped Maximus into a highchair. The sleeper from earlier was one model after a blonde-fur lioness. He mumbled a bit about wearing it but Sarabi squashed his feeble resistance. Moving the table next to his highchair, she sat next to him. Flipping the pizza box open, an XL pepperoni pizza awaited them. Maximus salivated at the slight of it. He was surprised that after tying a bib around his neck that she let him eat pizza. Admittedly, he half expected to be fed baby food or Sarabi puree his slices. “Here comes the pizza plane,” she said while feeding him. Occasionally, she poked his cheek with a slice, bits of cheese and sauce splashing on his cheek. By the end, his cheeks were damp from pizza sauce and grease. “Mommy has such a messy cub. Yes, she does, yes she does,” Sarabi cooed as she took a wet cloth to his face. He purred at her touch. “Thank you, Miss Sarabi.” “That’s Mama Sarabi for you, cubby.” Sarabi got up, retrieving a large bottle full of milk from the kitchen. She helped Maximus out of the highchair. The pair move to the couch, the liger resting his head in Sarabi’s lap. As she channel surfed, Maximus drank from his bottle. Its sweet, creamy taste, combined with his full stomach, lulled him to sleep. An hour or so later, Maximus woke up on a changing table. His sleeper was removed, leaving him completely naked while Sarabi tossed his used diaper away. They lock eyes, Sarabi’s trailing down to his erected penis. Maximus’s blushed, covering his face. Which, of course, Sarabi gushed over. He moaned as she started giving him a pawjob. “Such a big, strong penis for Mama’s widdle cub,” Sarabi praised. Her paws ran up and down his shaft, increasing the pace steadily. Maximus felt flustered, involuntarily purring. He shook his head, begging, “Sarabi… stop.” “Don’t worry widdle cubby. Mama knows how to take care of cub stiffies.” Maximus felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. Under different circumstances, or if he was a different kind of guy, this would be heaven. But Maximus wasn’t a different kind of guy. Sarabi took his throbbing head into her mouth, licking up and down his shaft. Maximus placed his paws on her head in an attempt to push her away. His paws betrayed his desire, instead shoving Sarabi’s face deep into his crotch. He let out a loud moan, orgasming. Rope after rope of cum shot into Sarabi’s maw, some leaking out while most of it was swallowed. Maximus relaxed, covering his face in shame. Sarabi cooed over his shame, wiping her maw off with a baby wipe. “Awe. Mommy’s widdle cub embarrassed he made stickies? It’s okay. I have just the thing to keep stiffies in check.” Sarabi, from underneath the changing table, pulled out a chastity cage. Immediately, Maximus fell off the changing table, throwing his paws over his crotch. “NO! Sarabi, I’m drawing the line here,” Maximus said sternly. She nearly laughed at his sudden defiance. “Cub, do as Mommy says right now. You don’t want to make Mommy angry.” “No! You just crossed a line! We’re done here.” Maximus put on his discarded pants. With a scrunched-up face, he made his way to the door while putting on his shirt. However, Sarabi beat him to the door. “Listen cubby, Mommy is sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t respect your boundaries. Can you forgive me?” She asked with sympathetic eyes. The liger didn’t even try to resist. He simply sighed and nodded. Sarabi jumped up and down, squealing happily. “Oh thank you, cubby!” She tousled his hair once more. Maximus blushed, smiling slightly. She pulled him into a hug, “Next time though, that cage is going on. Mommy won’t take no for an answer next time.” She held his head in her paws, locking eyes with him. Sarabi planted a kiss on his forehead before sending him on his way. A kiss that felt… odd to Maximus. Azalea had kissed him, both as a rotating caretaker and girlfriend. He’d receive friendly, ‘thank-you’ kisses from most of his female friends. Even his own mother, as horrid as she is, has kissed him. Though there was a subtle difference in how they kissed him. Their kisses were full of love and gratitude. Or filled with fake love from his mother. Sarabi’s kiss, however, lacked any of those qualities. It felt like she kissed him as one would a pet.

Chapter 1 “Did Mommy’s sweet widdle cub wake up?” A tan-furred lioness asked in a sweet voice. Maximus, a liger, awoke to find himself as a cub again. It’s this dream again, Maximus realized. Looking back, he saw Sarabi’s morning grin. She was pushing him in a stroller, cooing over her cute cub. The only downside to this dream was his attire. Maximus was always in a pair of soggy padding and a sailor suit. He would’ve asked why the sailor suit but all that came out was, “Ba gah muh!” “Such cute baby babble. Goo-goo gaa-gaa to you too sweetheart.” Sarabi tousled his hair. Maximus blushed at her touch. She gushed even more so over his sudden purring. Soon they reached the local playground. Sarabi unbuckled him from the stroller, digging a claw into his padding. While he was definitely wet, it wasn’t enough to warrant a change. Throwing him on her hip, Sarabi goes over to the swings. Maximus cringed from feeling wet padding pressed against his bottom. But those concerns vanished when she started pushing him. Sarabi took delight in hearing her cub’s gleeful ‘wees’. Maximus did too. Until he looked behind him. For a brief moment a unicorn-like figure, standing on all fours, covered in shadows watched them. It said nothing, just continued staring at them. The cub started crying from the sight of it. While bawling his eyes out, he suddenly stopped swinging. Sarabi lifted him from the swing, rocking him in her arms. “Aw what scared my wittle wub? Did I push too hard? Is that it, did mommy push her wittle wub too hard? Well, she’s certainly sorry! Yes, she is, yes she is,” Sarabi cooed. Maximus’s cries reduced a few sobs, her heartbeat soothing to his ears. She ‘awed’ when he gave a cute smile. His stomach growled and she gushed over him even more. “Is that what mummy’s cub was so fussy over? Were you just a hungry cub?” Sarabi plopped her behind on a park bench, reaching for a bottle in the stroller’s bottom pocket. Maximus soon suckled from the bottle, blushing as the lioness ran a paw through his developing mane. “Mommy’s so lucky to have such a cutie pie.” Sarabi gushed. A few giggles escaped Maximus’s maw until he saw it again. This time, the shadowy unicorn was at the swing set. It still said nothing. Choosing only to watch them briefly. Then made it a dash towards them. Maximus started crying, desperately hoping this ‘mommy’ noticed the unicorn too. If she did, Sarabi didn’t seem to care. The shadowy unicorn leaped towards them. Once near enough to Maximus, it unhinged its jaw. At this moment, Maximus finally woke up. He grabbed his head, drenched in sweat. “I hate that dream,” Maximus muttered. Off to his bedside, he frowned at the vacant spot. Usually, a certain blue cat would occupy that spot. Now she was gone and seeing that empty spot hurt so much. Maximus haphazardly made his way into the shower. Lukewarm water felt soothing to ease his mind. If it wasn’t for that unicorn, he’d otherwise have had a wonderful dream of his - he cringed thinking of calling her this - waifu. For now, he focused on his plans to meet up with a few colleagues. xxx Maximus, a Golden Retriever, and a hippo sat at a restaurant’s outside table. The Golden Retriever, whilst dining on a steak, paid him little mind. Their hippo colleague, whilst eating an eggplant parmesan, would occasionally glance but said nothing. They already knew why he invited them for lunch. “The answer is no.” Maximus sighed. He half-expected that to be their answer. “You don’t even know what I want.” Margaret and Rita share a passing glance. He didn’t have to say anything. Calling these two specifically for a favor only meant one thing. “We’re not making any more plush golems. Especially not a Sarabi one,” Rita said with Margaret nodding. The hippo cringed just thinking about making another one. “Come on Rita, you’ve already made plush golems before. How hard could it be to-” “Creating one is not that simple or easy. It took me and Margaret months to find the materials necessary to create the ones we used on Puss. Besides, you want a glorified sex doll that’ll baby you instead of fucking you. For her to be exactly like Sarabi, we’d have to kill her,” Rita explained in a dismissive tone while Margaret continued nodding. Maximus's ears drooped. The implications meant horrifying things considering the existence of certain plush golems he knew about. “Wait… does that mean?” “This method did give us Plush-Runt and Plush-Brian. Though I will admit, I’m not too certain about that otter. It doesn’t have a soul but it still feels off seeing the dear,” Margaret answered. The color drained from the liger’s face. Well, that’s certainly off the table. Maximus dropped his fork, sighing. This entire exchange proved pointless. If having a plush golem meant killing, then he was better off without. However, Margaret could sense his distress. “Mind if I ask why Sarabi of all characters?” Margaret asked. Considering his past, she assumed someone like Master Tigress would be an ideal choice for him. Seeing as in their previous incarnation, she was his mother. Maximus held his head up, thinking back to his childhood. Unloved by both parents and given a surname neither had, it was rough. Especially considering his education, entirely self-taught with strict and time-consuming deadlines, left little for entertainment. On rare occasions he finished before bedtime, he indulged in movies. Though The Lion King was the only movie he got to watch. “Sarabi’s ideal. She’s pretty, nice, and loving. As a cub, I was mesmerized by how she walked through that pack of angry hyenas, not worried or concerned for her own safety. How sad she was about her own cub and husband’s lives.” “Meanwhile your parents locked you in a house because you’re a hybrid. Your mom even nearly killed a twelve-year-old kitten,” Rita casually reminded them while taking another bite of steak. All three of them shuddered thinking of a certain blue cat as a kitten being beaten up by an adult tigress. “Well, my hotel is up and running. I’m certain some lady is looking for a handsome lad like yourself to baby. I could-” Margaret started before Maximus cut in. The liger shook his head. “No thank you. I appreciate it but… I’d rather not trust a stranger to wipe my butt.” Maximus responded. None of them said anything else. They simply chose to eat in silence. Though Margaret and Rita looked at each other. A wordless conversation between them ended with them nodding. Perhaps there was a way to grant his wish.

Koop?

Been a while, huh. Over two years now. Finally got a job. I do private security and have been steady for about 5 months now. Still have an overwhelming sense of self-hatred, shit self-esteem, and a constant wish to end it all, but at least I have a job. Something to be proud of, I guess.

I appreciate the kind words.

Cooked.

I've poured ramen noodles in a pamp before. Felt weird.

Azalea and Manion walk down the unnaturally long corridor. They’d split from Jennifer and Auru, Maximus and Meta Dragonoid. The canine duo went on their way to aid Jeremiah. Meanwhile, Maximus and Meta were off to aid Margaret and stall for the others if need be. That just left the feline pair to confront Deborah and her Bakugan, Phoenician. At least… that’s how the story should go. “Manion, I…?!” Azalea gasped. Her partner Bakugan, Angelic Manion, had disappeared. Not just her too, the entire hallway was gone as well. Everything around her is gone! Now she’s just standing in a white void. Once her initial shock wore off, she shrugs her shoulders. Nothing the cat couldn’t handle. Azalea’s paws, drenched in a dark glow, fire a beam forward. A portal opens up, her way out… Try as she might, the protagonist found her magic unavailable to return to her rightful story. Instead, she scratches her head, wondering what her next move should be. Just as this mysterious voice had stated, the portal she made started to weaken. Growling at her continuing strength drain, she stops. Azalea sighs, scratching her head as she mumbled, “What should I do next?” Azalea’s eyes widen. Without realizing it, she’d done just as the mysterious voice commanded her. Again, the cat sighed. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize what had become of her. For the time being, she’d get the Duck Amuck treatment. She threw her paws on hips, staring at the writer, “Listen, sorry to be a bother but, I was kinda in the middle of something. So if you wouldn’t mind-” The feline would find her unwanted complaints incomprehensible. Out of thin air, a pacifier with a thick bulb appeared. Before Azalea could hammer out another meaningless complaint, her snout is filled with the large and thick bulb of the pacifier. Briefly dazed, she smiles and happily sucks on it. Before Azalea could finish her thought, a pacifier matching the description from the mysterious writer appears. It jams its way into her mouth, throwing the cat off balance temporarily. She regains her footing, staring at the pacifier wedged into her mouth. Staring at it for a bit, Azalea found herself purring as she suckled away. Though immediately, blush visible across her face. Embarrassed, she latched onto the pacifier’s ring, tugging at it as hard as she could. Try as she might, Azalea wouldn’t be able to remove her new pacifier. Upon further inspection, she realized it’d been fitted with an enchanted lock that only a grown-up could remove. Azalea’s ears perked up. Grumbling, she kicked the nonexistent floor. Of course, she’d need a grownup to help her, what should an adult a kitten like her expect… "I'm an adult,” she screamed behind her paci. Her eyes widened when she realized no words had escaped her mouth. She’d continue to rant about the absurdity of her situation, despite no one being able to hear her. Cry and whine as might, Azalea would realize that until that pacifier was removed, none could hear her. With this knowledge, the kitten sits on her rear to ponder her next move. Not that she was willing to argue against that, so she sat in silence for a bit. The cat was familiar with how this worked, having done one in the past. Fighting against the writer would be pointless. Until she could make her escape, there was no harm in playing along. Since talking was out of the question, she flicked a small shadowy ball upwards. It soon exploded to unveil the words “You win, what’s next?” written in black fire. As it faded away, she lied on her back, waiting for her writer to continue. With her newfound knowledge, the kitten decides to venture out to find a grownup. Perhaps a start would be the house of the middle of the forest. Maybe there would be a grownup willing to help. Or at the very least, someone could feed her. At this moment, the white void around her turned into a luscious forest. Looking out into the distance, a log cabin sat at the top of a hill. Before she took a step towards it, she hugged her growling stomach. Even if the mystery writer didn’t write it, Azalea hadn’t eaten before walking into an entirely different trap. “Hopefully, someone can remove my paci,” Azalea thought. As our dumb kitten journeys to find an adult, she stops upon meeting somethings big and fluffy. “Big and fluffy?” Azalea thought, puzzled with an eyebrow raised. Her question would be answered by a pair of arms lifting her up her pits. She’s turned around to meet an obese purple cat, along with an equally obese gray and white odd-looking cat. “Karen, we found a cute kitten! Can we keep her?” The purple asked, jumping up and down with excitement. Karen, the obese odd-looking cat, stared at Azalea, pondering what to do with her. All the while, Azalea stared at them, flabbergasted. How did Depression Kitty and Karen get here? If the cat recalled, usually the Duck Amuck/Rabbit Rampage treatment required her to be alone, right? In that case, why were these two here? While Azalea continues to ponder something completely meaningless and unimportant, Karen noticed something very important. Something so important that it changed EVERYTHING! Like WORLD SAVING everything important! “Fluffy Bottoms..." Azalea rolled her eyes at the name. “Next time I see Deborah, we’re gonna have a long chat about names,” Azalea thought. “Fluffy Bottoms, she’s missing a diaper! We need to get her to Daddy right away before she has an accident!” Karen finished. Azalea, eyebrow raised again, lowers her head. Both Fluffy Bottoms and Karen had a thick diaper taped around their rears. Which meant… Realizing the situation she’s powerful in, Azalea simply surrenders to her fate. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen carried her, like a football, to their Daddy. Normally, the cat would’ve broken out of her grip and went on her way. However, due to this writer’s mysterious power over her, Azalea allows herself to be carried away from the log cabin. Although, there was a bright side. Their Daddy might take out her pacifier. The feline trio arrives at a brick house further away from the log cabin, much to Azalea’s chagrin. Inside, Azalea felt the temperature drop slightly. All around them were dolls wearing cute dresses and diapers with the same eerie smile. They reminded her of Deborah’s dolls. Some of them certainly weren’t dolls. They moved past them to the kitchen, their Daddy was sitting at a cauldron. Their Daddy, a grey, goofy-looking cat, with a blue gemstone on his forehead. He smiles warmly at them, continuing to stir the contents of the cauldron. “Greg?” Azalea thought. If memory served her correctly, Greg was the Alolan Persian whose wife was Karen, the Purugly who Deborah forced into diapers. “Daddy! We found this kitten lost and alone in the woods! Can we keep her?” Fluffy Bottoms and Karen asked. Greg stopped stirring the cauldron’s contents to get a better look at Azalea. Her ears droop, surprised by the towering height of Greg. As Daddy surveys his potential new kitten, said kitten suckles her pacifier in comfort. Despite his goofy face, something about him made her unease. Whether it was the way he is looking at her, the dolls she saw earlier, or the fact she’s being stared at by a nine-foot-tall cat and his eight-feet tall ‘daughters’. However, her greatest fears had yet to be realized. Azalea blushed, looking down at her legs. “Uh-oh. Looks like a certain kitten is having an accident,” Greg noticed in a sing-song voice. Urine was traveling down the sides of her legs and dripping onto the floor. She cringed, but suppressed the urge to growl, from Greg pinching her cheek. “See why you need to be in pamps, girls? Now hand me your new baby sister so I can take care of her,” Greg said. Squealing in delight, Greg’s ‘daughters’ jump for joy. Azalea’s ears droop. The trio of giant cats giggle and coo over increased sucking of her pacifier. What they thought a sign of happiness was quite the opposite. “How did I get into this mess?” Azalea thought as she’s handed off to Greg. Our kitten is powerless as she’s handed off to her new Daddy. She wasn’t sure exactly what about him left her so powerless. Whether it was how she felt so secure and safe in his paws, that winning smile oozing confidence and strength, or his gentle kisses on the forehead to calm her. Curling up with a blushing face, Azalea purrs from his kisses. Greg walks into a bathroom with a tub filled with warm water and fun-looking bubbles. She might’ve wondered why but didn’t ask. Not that she could anyway. Her new daddy places her on the floor, the kitten holding her tail timidly. “Such a shy kitten, how cute. What’s your name, kitten?” Greg asked. Azalea stammers behind her pacifier but, couldn’t get out any words for obvious reasons. Inwardly, Azalea struggles to understand why she’s so shy. Normally, she’d just blast someone like Greg and runaway. Now she’s cowering as he pulls out her pacifier. Was this a result of the author? “What’s your name, kitten?” Greg repeated. “Azalea,” she answered. He kneels, kissing her on the brow. Greg then lifted her up and dropped her in the tub. “Azalea? A cute name for an equally adorable kitten.” The kitten’s given her bath, smiling and giggling the entire time. When her new Daddy finished, he dried his kitten off, and it was straight to the nursery with them. Azalea, mouth agape, stares in awe of her room. Two cribs, more than large enough for Fluffy Bottoms and Karen to fit in properly, rest near a window. There are bright, colorful, toys scattered around the room and falling out of their toy chest. A small, relative to everyone Azalea’s seen today, purple and white cat in a diaper is pastured all over the room. Between the dresser and the closet, a fully stocked changing table awaits them. The shock Azalea was feeling came staring at the diapers. They were actual baby diapers, certainly not big enough to fit Fluffy Bottoms and Karen. As her new Daddy gently placed on the changing table, she wondered how these diapers would fit. That’s why as Daddy slid a diaper underneath, she asked, “Is that gonna fit?” “Don’t worry about that,” Greg answered. Azalea gasped, the moment her rear touched it, it grew in size to accommodate her. “These are special diapers your new Mommy made for her kittens,” he explained. Her ears perk up at the words ‘new Mommy’. If Fluffy Bottoms was here that had to mean Deborah was here too. The notion of that Dalmatian and this Alolan Persian being married brought a crooked smile to her face. “I ship it,” Azalea shrugged. In that brief thought, everything made sense now. If she wasn’t experiencing the Duck Amuck/Rabbit Rampage treatment, then that meant she was in a…! This realization, sudden as it, failed to yield a result. No matter how hard she tried, Azalea wouldn’t be able to remember it. So instead of worrying about that nonsense, she simply pouts like a pouty kitten. Like a pouty kitten because she just wanted to be in her new mommy’s loving paws. Arms crossed, Azalea hmphs. Bad enough she wasn’t allowed to remember what she was in but, now she’s stuck waiting for Deborah. A gentle pat to the crotch draws her focus back to her present situation. Greg, still smiling, had finished diapering her, now holding up a onesie. It was outrageously pink with a cute black kitten with red eyes smiling at her. He flipped it around, the words ‘Ultimate Devastation’ written on the bottom in green gassy letters. “Making fun of my attacks? Low blow.” Azalea thought. Regardless, she raises her paws, the onesie growing in size to accommodate her. Once the crotch snaps were snapped on, Greg pinches Azalea’s cheek once more. “Such a good kitten. Your big sisters are way too fussy when they get changes,” Greg snickered. Azalea rolled her eyes. As he lifted her into his paws, he turned to a mirror. There the tabby gasps. A dumb kitten, mouth agape, in her father paws stares back at her. Overwhelmed by the feelings of how abusive her actual father was, Azalea's left in tears. "Yeah, no. Ya know what, story over," Azalea announced. After a loud screech and burst of black flames, Greg is sent flying. Draping herself in the flames, her onesie and diaper were burned away. Then, with a wave of her paw, opens a portal home. She gives Greg a farewell salute and leaves. The fantasy that played in her head came to a startling end. Back to reality, she stands in front of the mirror, wobbling on her paws due to her thick diaper. Greg, meanwhile, had wandered off somewhere. Azalea found herself back in the nursery, right where the mystery author claimed. Her legs, despite being strong to kick through steel, seemed to buckle and struggle to hold her. "Fuck me…" she mumbled. Knowing her effort to escape would amount to nothing, she lets out a defeated sigh. Until a time presented itself, she was stuck. Though the only saving grace so far was... A pair of footsteps break her concentration. Deborah, a ten-foot MILF of a Dalmatian, nearly passed her. The moment Deborah lays eyes on their new kitten, she squeals in delight. She'd never seen such a cute and tiny kitten before. “OH COME ON!” Azalea cried! In the doorway was Deborah, excitement practically oozing from her. Before she knew it, she’s sandwiched between Deborah’s bosom. The Dalmatian showers her with kisses, much to the cat’s annoyance. “Where did you come from?” Deborah asked. She held Azalea outward then nuzzled against her face, tail wagging. “Fluffy Bottoms and Karen found her. Cute isn't she?” Greg chimed. Deborah nodded, holding Azalea up high. She narrowed her eyes at the Dalmatian, annoyed. "What's your name?" Deborah asked. "Azalea," she answered. Deborah tilted her head, looking deep in thought. An idea sparked in her mind. A spark Azalea wasn't sure if she liked or not. Probably the ladder of the two. “Your outfit isn't cute enough! A cute kitten needs an even cuter outfit!" Deborah declared. Azalea's ears clamped at the sound of that. Yup, she definitely didn't like this decision. Soon Greg had thrown out a red carpet, acting as a model runaway. A set of curtains covered the closet, Azalea and Deborah on the other side. Meanwhile, Greg, Fluffy Bottoms, and Karen sat at the other end awaiting to see their new daughter/sister's outfits. From behind the curtains, Deborah smiled at her blushing new kitten. Azalea grabbed the fabric of her outfit. She cringed when she glanced at a mirror. “Is this how actual babies feel?” Azalea wondered. After this, she'd have to volunteer at a maternity ward or something. That was if she ever got out of this. Deborah gave her a fast peck on the cheek before peeking her head out the curtain. “For our enjoyment tonight, our newest kitten will be trying three new outfits! Our lovely judges will decide which is the cuter of the three! Now let's get going, Azalea!” Deborah announced. She opened the curtain, shoeing Azalea onto the rug. Azalea, face turned crimson from blushing, just stared at her onlookers. Stepping back, she halted by Deborah. Looking up, the Dalmatian kept her loving smile. Honestly, it was reassuring in a way. So reassuring in fact that Azalea strutted out onto the rug. Awkwardly swaying her hips, she got a few chuckles from her audience. She didn't even try to resist. Regaining her usual bout of confidence, she walked down the red rug with flare. “Our cute kitten is wearing a stylish handmade strawberry hat and dress combo. Her outfit may be sweet but our new kitten is even sweeter!” Deborah announced. Azalea's only regret was that the dress wasn't longer. As it was, only the upper waistband of her diaper was covered. Not that her audience minded. Greg cheered her on, whistling to emphasize how adorable she was. Karen and Fluffy Bottoms jokingly scoff at her outfit. They were declaring they'd wear it better. There were a few chuckles after Azalea stuck out her tongue. “Jealous I make this look good,” she thought. Turning her back towards, she struts back to the curtain. Deborah closed the curtain after Azalea, the next outfit already in paw. The mere sight of it made her ears flatten. Her friend, Margaret, would kill her or anyone wearing this. In the span of a few minutes, her outfit had been switched. Deborah gestured Azalea back onto the rug, poking her own head, "It’s July and you know what means? That's right, swimsuit season! Our lovely new kitten is rocking an adorable turquoise hat and bloomers with matching polka-dots hats. Plus an adorable blue top!" Deborah announced. Azalea timidly walked down the rug. Something Deborah didn't mention was the bucket of sand and shovel she'd forced into Azalea's paws. This scenario felt familiar but she couldn't pinpoint where this happened. Greg kept his smile, except both felt a bit ridiculous with her in that outfit. Maybe the last one would be a bit better, both hoped. On the other paw… Karen and Fluffy Bottoms shared glances. “Awe look at how cute our baby sister is. Bet she'll have fun in the kiddie pool,” Fluffy Bottoms whispered. “I know, right. Surprised mommy didn't add water wings to her outfit,” Karen added. “True that. She’ll be so jealous when we’re wearing actual swimsuits while she’s stuck looking like a toddler.” Fluffy Bottoms added too. Part of her wanted to call bullshit. Outfit aside, they were wearing diapers too. They made other remarks, low enough that Greg didn't notice yet, loud enough for Azalea to hear. Her ears flatten and she considers her next actions. On one paw, she could casually in her words 'fuck their shit up'. But the mystery author would just overwrite actions and she’d be right back where she started. Which meant something a tad… out of character for her. Tears swelled up in her eyes, pathetic whimpers escaping her muzzle. Azalea tripped over her tail, tossing the bucket overhead. Deborah and Greg gasped, all eyes focused on the bucket. Something not seen by their eyes was a small black bubble. Once the bucket was close enough, it popped and sent the bucket downward. It landed squarely on Azalea’s head, the feline bursting into tears. Deborah and Greg rushed to her side, removing the bucket and brushing as much sand as they could. “Poor thing. Are you alright?” Greg asked. Azalea, who was in Deborah’s paws, threw herself into the Dalmatian’s chest. “The...they ma..mad...made fu...fun of mu...me. And I-I-I fell down!” Azalea cried. Deborah and Greg glared at their older children. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen just stare at the smaller cat, mouths agape. "She's fibbing!" "Yup, totally lying. We didn't-" "Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms! Karen Bunyatto!" Greg snapped. "Karen’s last name is Bunyatto?!" Azala thought. Meanwhile, Fluffy Bottoms and Karen stop talking. They timidly stare at the floor, ears clamp. It was rare for their Daddy to yell at them. Without hesitation, Greg pointed at the door. "Punishment room, now!" Greg ordered. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen look at each other solemnly. Neither argued, they just got up and followed Greg to the punishment room. This left just Azalea and Deborah. The former of the two had spent this time sobbing. Deborah stared at the ceiling then chuckled. She decided, "Let's get you cleaned up." "Never fuck with Azalea Gato," she thought, smirking. Nothing could possibly go- While our kitten protagonist gloats over her small victory, she doesn't realize what's to come. If she knew the consequences of her actions, she should've just continued with the fashion show. Poor kitten. In the bathroom, Deborah washed away any remaining sand. She then sat on the toilet seat, Azalea sitting over her knee. Deborah smiled at the feline, Azalea smiled back awkwardly. "What happened in the other room?" Deborah asked. Azalea cocked up an eyebrow. "They made fun of me and I fell… Mommy," Azalea answered. She looked away, blushing once more. If the real Deborah heard her call her 'Mommy', she'd never hear the end of it. This Deborah nodded. That was exactly what happened. Everyone saw that. Except well… "I know. It's just, the way the bucket fell felt… wrong didn't it?" Deborah asked. Azalea exhaled a bit, shaking her head. "I dunno, maybe." Azalea answered. Again, Deborah nodded. A paw fell on Azalea's back. She's gently pushed over Deborah's lap. Deborah leans into the cat's right ear. "Well, I think a certain kitten fell on her own. I think that same kitten knows magic. I'll even bet she used her magic to make the bucket land on her head. Just to get her mean sisters in trouble," Deborah proposed. Azalea didn't respond. Only staring at her with an almost unreadable face. That face broke when Deborah held Azalea in place with a paw. "Is my hunch correct?" Deborah asked. Azalea looked behind her, catching the sight of Deborah's other paw aimed directly at her behind. Eyes shift between the paw prepared to strike and Deborah. In her eyes was a look saying 'confess and I'll go easy on you'. "Yes-OW!" Azalea screeched. The moment she confessed, a swift paw smacked her rear. It didn't really hurt, it just caught her off guard. "Since you were honest, only ten spankings plus your actual punishment. Is that fine with you?" "Yes… Mommy." Azalea agreed. SMACK! The second hit was hard enough to make her bite her lip. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The fifth hit brought her to the verge of tears. At this point, Azalea realized Deborah was using her own magic to make each hit harder than the last. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The eighth hit left her in tears. Squirming beneath Deborah's grip, she begged her to stop. Any glances at the Dalmatian were met with uncharacteristically uncaring eyes. In her eyes, Azalea misbehaved and was being punished. Nothing more, nothing less. SMACK! SMACK! By the end of it, she's just a sobbing mess with a painfully throbbing rear. Deborah lifted her up, resting Azalea against her chest. She lovingly rubbed Azalea's back, humming softly to soothe her kitten. Eventually, Azalea settled down. They then locked eyes, Deborah's showing a deeper pain than Azalea had expected. "I don't want to do that again. Do I make myself clear?" Deborah asked. Azalea, still sniffling, only nods as she buried her face in Deborah's chest. At least the worst was over, right? Once Azalea had calmed down, Deborah stood her up. She pulled Azalea's bloomers down to her ankles. When Azalea tried to step out of them, Deborah shook her head. "Sorry kitten. You still need to be punished," Deborah said. Still sniffling, Azalea tilted her head. Was Deborah going to spank her again? Nope. Two paw digits tap the tapes of Azalea's diaper. A pair of locks appeared on the tapes, followed by a loud 'chunk' sound. Accompanying it was the time 24:00 and it was counting down. While Azalea was baffled, Deborah lifted up her bloomers and did the same to the outfit itself. "Your punishment is being locked into that diaper and outfit for twenty-four hours. Fair?" Deborah asked. Defeated once more, Azalea just nods. Completely outwitted and outmatched by her Dalmatian Mommy, our kitten protag accepts her defeat! Not that she had a choice anyway. Fortunately, dinner time was getting closer. Except before that, there was one thing she had to do: apologize! Greg, Fluffy Bottoms, and Karen arrived in the kitchen, watching Deborah bounce Azalea on her thigh. Azalea winced from each bounce much to Karen and Fluffy Bottoms’s enjoyment. This was their only consolidation as they groan from stomach cramps. “Girls.” Greg called. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen avert their eyes from Azalea. “We’re sorry we made fun of you.” They apologized. Azalea shuddered from a gaze by Deborah. “Apologize accepted. I apologize for getting you in trouble.” Azalea apologized. Neither Karen nor Fluffy Bottoms got a chance to respond. Four plates of shrimp gumbo were quickly set out for them. Yet, even as Deborah’s plate was set before them, she tugged at her shirt. The small cat blinked at Deborah’s exposed breast in her face. “I think you’re a bit too little for normal food. So drink up.” Azalea’s face is shoved into Deborah’s bosom. She tries to push away but Deborah’s grip was stronger than she realized. Didn’t help that Deborah was twice her height anyway… Unable to fight off her new Mommy’s strength, it’s booby milk for Azalea. Not that she would complain about it. Azalea’s eyes widen. After swallowing a bit of her milk, her eyes sparkled. Taken off guard by such delectable taste, she continued to suckle away. With each suckle, she felt a growing hazy feeling. As if she was slipping into a drunken stupor. “Good girl. Drink to your heart’s content,” Deborah whispered. Not that she needed to be told twice. By the time everyone had finished their dinner, Azalea was still drinking. Her nonstop purring left a big smile on Deborah’s face. Even so, she pulled her tit away from Azalea. Tossing the feline over her shoulder, her back’s patted by Deborah. “But I’m still- BURP!” Azalea covered her mouth. She let out a sheepish giggle. “Excuse you,” Greg said. Deborah stepped out of her chair, moving Azalea to her hip. “Say 'night night' Azalea,” Deborah ordered. Azalea shot her a look. “But I'm not sleepy,” Azalea whined. Deborah and Greg shared a passing glance. The Dalmatian booped her kitten’s nose. "Little kittens need lots of sleep after a meal. No buts young lady," Deborah spoke with absolute. So much so that the feline in her paws shrank. Completely unable to fight her new Mommy’s stellar argument, our kitten just nods. She waves night-night to her new family. Though her Mommy wasn’t satisfied with that. One-by-one, she makes Azalea give her new father and sisters each a goodnight kiss. “Night sweetie,” Greg said. “Night furball,” Fluffy Bottoms mumbled. “See ya in the morning, bluey,” Karen whispered. Without any more fuss, our kitten’s new Mommy carries her away for beddy-time. With each step, Azalea felt herself getting drowsier and drowsier. Eventually, it was becoming impossible to keep her eyes open. If she was in her right state of mind, she’d curse this author. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. Azalea immediately noticed they walked past the nursery. Something she would’ve openly asked but, her tongue felt too heavy to speak. Deborah stopped before a room, creaking it open slowly as to not disturb her kitten. It was the bedroom that she and Greg shared. Not that what her focus. Instead, Deborah’s eyes fell on a cradle at the far end of their bed. Resting in the cradle was a plush panther with an eyepatch and a two-winged sphinx in golden armor. Azalea’s swiftly tucked in, holding both plushies tightly. “Night kitten,” Deborah said after a peck to the forehead. Shortly after, Azalea instantly fell asleep. Before leaving the room, Deborah makes a final remark, “We’ll play more tomorrow.”

I have plenty. The oddest that's doable is others dumping food, mushy stuff like mash potatoes or oatmeal, into my diaper. Edit: Also, after a diaper change, having someone stamp "Property of X' on my diapered behind. Just to remind everyone who owns me.

Do they make adult sized teething toys?

I have pamps, a bottle, plushies, and just brought some anal beads. My little age is about 6 months to a year old.