Panther Cub

And they inadvertently used thousands of recorders doing it all at once causing the whole world to sh[BLEEP]t themselves.

I too am curious to see where this story goes, so I also cast my vote to see the chapter posted!

IDEA! I get the feeling that there's gunna be a twist for this "classic" movie trope of this dimension, in that whomever plays the Mother... is going to be turned into a little and be going back into diapers! Eh? With "Brian" taking over the company!

What was the theory?

I'm calling it now! Amanda can't so anything about what's being done to the littles because she so far can't get proof, probably being curtailed by the university itself. So she needs someone to come forward and spill the beans on everything going on, and Mackenzie is gunna be that person!

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Hey there, readers! I'm super DUPER excited to have finished this little Halloween Special just in time for the big day itself! This was just so much fun to write, and I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I did working on it! Tracey's Story (Halloween Special) by Panther Cub "Do I really gotta do this?" Tracey asked, laying on the changing table of her nursery. The teen tigress' fur was all fluffed out, having recently been dried after the bath she had been given. Katherine chuckled while sprinkling Tracey's bottom with the baby powder, gently lowering her legs afterwards. "Sweetie, all your little friends are going out for Trick or Treating, and you did promise Lyra that you'd go," the older tigress said, finishing the powdering and pulling up the front of the diaper to tape snugly into place. It was orange with black lines to imitate the ribs of a pumpkin. On the front, in green and purple bubble letters, Spoopy Pants was printed. On the back was a sinisterly smiling Jack-o-Lantern face, which would glow in the dark. "It's not fair, though! Lyra made the puppy eyes!" Tracey pouted, crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks a little. She rolled over so her Mommy could adjust the tape for the tail hole, said orange and black striped tail swishing in annoyance. "Kinda like when you try to ask for more ice cream? Hmm?" Katherine asked, scooping a now blushing Tracey into her arms, and giving her a gentle rock, nuzzling the top of her head. As Tracey rested her head on her Mommy's chest, she started to feel calm, the sound of the heartbeat and the rocking always helping to sooth her. "... Maybe... but she's better at it. As a canid, she has a natural advantage with the puppy eyes," Tracey insisted, accepting the binky Katherine offered, readily sucking on it as she continued to listen to the relaxing rhythm of her mother's heart. "Be that as it may, Kitten, you did promise your friend that you would all go out together, and her Mommy and Daddy have just been telling us about how excited she is. Plus, don't you want the free candy?" Katherine smiled brightly when she saw Tracey's ears perk up at the mention of candy. Her little girl had quite the sweet tooth. "Well... I guess, if it's to make Lyra happy." Tracey took her pacifier out to speak, quickly popping it back in. Katherine chuckled and kissed Tracey's cheek before setting her down and giving the smiling face on her padded bottom a gentle pat. "That's my girl. Now, let's get you in the costume Daddy got for you! It's just so adorable!" Tracey was afraid of that. Most girls her age would be dressing up in a costume to go to a party, not Trick or Treating, and a lot of them would be wearing more 'mature' outfits to boot. But, upon seeing hers, Tracey sighed. While the blue sequin skirt was scandalously short, that was most likely to help show off her adorable 'underwear', and make it easier to change when she needed it. The outfit was a fairy princess costume, complete with glittery blue plastic butterfly wings, a wand with a gold star at the end and some blue ribbons, and a silver tiara. It had short sleeves that puffed up at the shoulders, a large bow on the chest, and ruffles around the hemline of the skirt. After pulling it on Tracey, who confirmed that yet again she was wearing something that only covered up part of her diaper, Katherine then proceeded to take some extra ribbons that had apparently come with the dress, and gently tied them into three large bows along her tail. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Tracey didn't see a highschool track star, she saw a large toddler, ready to go out for some Halloween fun. Despite knowing how humiliating this outfit rightfully was, a part of her enjoyed how pretty her wings looked and prompted her to adjust her tiara. "Oooh!" Paul exclaimed as he entered, whipping his phone out to snap some pictures of Tracey in her costume. Tracey knew full well that the pictures would be proudly shared with the rest of the family before the night would end. "There's Daddy's little fairy princess! Are you excited for your first Halloween?" "Daddy," Tracy said while rolling her eyes, "I've Trick or Treated lots of times when I was little." "Yes, but this is the first time you've done it since your diagnosis!" Paul's voice had a sing-song quality to it as he picked her up and started to bounce the giggling tigress in his arms. "Are you sure that you don't need us to come with you to chaperone? Mommy and I can just leave a bowl of candy out with a note that says 'Please take only one!'" "Paul, you know that that never works," Katherine said as she checked the diaper bag she had prepared for Tracey. "Besides, Tracey asked us to please let her and her friends go out and have fun together without any grown-ups." Tracey distinctly remembered not phrasing it that way, but was grateful her Mommy could take some reason into her Daddy. It was nice to get to hang out with her friends without the usual supervision. "Besides, Nora will be with them to make sure they are all safe and sound and don't get too scared." Okay, the usual supervision not including Nora. Paul sighed at that and set Tracey down, giving her a pat to her head. "I guess you're right..." Just then, all three sets of their ears twitched at the sound of the doorbell ringing. "That's probably them now." Katherine walked out of the nursery, picking Tracey up and settling her on her hip first as she did so, with Paul following behind, not carrying the bright pink diaper bag. Heading downstairs, they opened the front door to see a gaggle of teenage MSers. "TRICK OR TREAT!" "Oh my goodness," Katherine cooed, still holding Tracey, who was blushing while waving at her friends. "Just look at your costumes!" "I'm a firefighter!" Travis stated proudly, putting his paws onto his padded hips. He was wearing a firefighter's helmet as well as a yellow jacket with some kind of day-glow reflective tape put on it to make it look more authentic. He was even carrying a plastic axe along with his pumpkin-shaped candy bucket. His fully exposed diaper even had a flame printed on the front. "You sure are, buddy," Paul chuckled, setting down the bag and grabbing the big bowl of candy on the table near the door. He grabbed a handful and dropped it into Travis' bucket. The overgrown puppy's tail wagged and he let out a happy YIP. "I'm a sheriff!" Tiffany exclaimed, stepping forward. Like Travis, she only had on a t-shirt under her coat, which just so happened to be a brown leather duster with fringe. Her diaper, which was also on display from the front, had a gold star sheriff's badge printed on the front of it. It matched the plastic one that was pinned to the chest of her duster. To top it off, she had on a matching leather cowgirl hat, and a bright red bandana tied around her neck. The brown eagle girl let out a proud chirp when her own candy bucket, which was a black pumpkin, also received a generous candy donation. She thanked Paul before popping her binky back into her beak. "Uhm," Bethy mumbled while shuffling forward, looking down at her pink scaly feet. She was dressed in a dark red vest with a ruffled white blouse underneath. It ended in a short red tartan skirt, from under which her diaper peeked out, showing off the smiling chibi bat design on the front. She had on a black cape with a red interior that ended just above from the base of her thick pink tail. The sleeves of her white blouse also ended in ruffled cuffs. She gave Tracey and her parents a smile, revealing a pair of plastic long fangs poking out from her muzzle. "U-uh," she stuttered, looking nervous. "I v-vant to s-suck your b-blood." Her timid cape flourish was enough to get a matching set of coos from Tracey's mom and dad, and a pawful of candy for her white ghost-faced bucket. Bethany quickly scurried behind Travis, blushing, making way for Lyra to pirouette to the front, which was impressive considering that she was wearing what Tracey instantly recognized that her friend was wearing a night time diaper, complete with a smiling comet on the back. The arctic vixen was dressed as a pink ballerina. Her top was a form-fitting pink sequined tank-top with a see-through pink tutu attached to the bottom of it. The tutu rested just on the very top of Lyra's diaper, flaring out like flower petals. "Well, aren't you just a pretty little ballerina!" Paul exclaimed, quickly putting some candy in Lyra's held-out pink pumpkin bucket. "Thanks! Mommy and Nanny picked it out for me!" Lyra proudly boasted this, her tail wagging, followed by a chorus of crinkles. "And it suits you perfectly, Ly-Ly," Nora said, stepping to stand next to Lyra and giving her a hug. Letting go of her charge, the doe's eyes instantly alighted on Tracey. "And so does Tracey's little fairy princess costume! OMG! You're all too cute!" She pulled the others into a group hug. Tracey saw that, standing nervously right behind Nora, was a red panda girl their age. dressed in a black witch's costume. She had on a pointy black hat with a wide brim and a purple ribbon tied into a bow at its base. Her short black dress was ruffled like Tracey's, though it had long sleeves with wide cuffs. And, much like Tracey's dress, it showed off two thirds of the purple diaper with the smiling green jack-o-lantern on the front. Following Tracey's eyes, Nora saw whom she was looking at. "OH! Tracey, this is Alex!" She motioned with her hoof, and the red panda girl walked over. She was blushing but had a small smile on her face. "She goes to school with us, and just recently was diagnosed with Miner's Syndrome. Since her parents had a business trip planned way before her diagnosis came along, I've been babysitting, and got their permission to bring her along for the fun!" "Oh wow," Paul said, letting out a whistle. "Six big little ones. Are you sure that you can watch that many at once?" The lion now seemed nervous. "Of course," Nora said, flashing her most winning smile. "I've had to look after fifteen MSers at once on a couple of occasions. Besides, I know that none of these cuties wanna go wandering off all by themselves." "Well..." Paul looked down at Tracey, who had immediately deployed her own weapons-grade puppy dog eyes. While not as good as the set Lyra was firing upon him also at that moment, Tracey's were still highly effective. "I-I guess it's okay... provided you check in with us with updates now and again!" "Was already planning on it," Nora said, cheery and excited. It was then that Tracey noticed that the doe in question was carrying a much larger than normal diaper bag, this one a bright blue. When passed Tracey's bag, Nora simply transferred the supplies from hers into it, before handing the now empty bag back to the surprised Katherine. "Alright, looks like we're all set for a fun and safe night out!" Tracey received another big hug from her parents. "Have fun with your friends, honey." Katherine booped Tracey's nose, making the overgrown kitten giggle. "And try not to get chocolate on your pretty costume, princess." Paul was only half-joking. "Bye, Mommy! Bye, Daddy!" Tracey happily cheered, feeling a sudden rush of elation. As the group began to make its trek around the neighborhood, in a path Nora had apparently mapped out beforehand, Tracey reflected on this sudden giddiness at getting to be out Trick-or-Treating again. Before her condition developed, Halloween was just another day to her. She had more important things to focus on, or that was how she felt at the time. But, giggling as Lylra did some excited twirls and Travis somehow got both of his paws tangled up in his lasso, Tracey was feeling a rush of emotions flood her, much like how she was unknowingly flooding her diaper. She still felt a little embarrassed to be out in public in such a juvenile costume, wearing a diaper that was visible. Yet, while Nora quickly helped untie the big puppy's paws, Tracey felt so... safe. No... as she reflected on this, she knew that while that was true, that wasn't quite it. If she had to describe the feeling, it was like... something that had been missing, that she had never known to be missing, had been found. She had just come to this conclusion, unaware that her binky was now in again, that they stopped at the first house. "Okay everyone," Nora cooed, stopping tp lick her thumb and then use it to clean a small smudge on Lyra's cheek. "What do we say when someone gives us something?" "Thank you!" All the MSers dutifully responded, even Tracey. "Good little fawns!" Nora gushed while ringing the doorbell. It quickly opened, showing a large ram, who was wearing a costume and makeup to look like Nailhead from the Abyssraiser movies. Alex immediately whimpered and moved back a little, putting Nora between herself and them. "Trick or Treat!" Their little group proudly declared, with Alex more mumbling it. "I have such treats to give you," he said in a deep, spooky voice, before smiling and starting to scoop pawfuls of candy into the different buckets. Alex apparently needed a little encouragement from Nora, who held her paw as she did so. The red panda girl kept looking at her feet as she shuffled forward to accept the candy. When it was over and the ram had closed the door, she seemed to relax. "I'm sorry, Alex," Nora said, picking the slightly shorter girl up and resting her head on her shoulder while rubbing her back. "I didn't know that that house would be too scary for you." "I-it wasn't!" Alex said, blushing as Nora pulled the back of her diaper open for a quick inspection. "I just... uhm... I just g-got distracted, that's all!" "Okay, sweetie," Nora said, her tone signifying that she didn't actually believe the red panda girl. Planting a kiss on Alex's cheek, Nora set her down and took her by the paw as she led them up the steps to the front door of the next house. Continuing on from there, hitting house after house, Tracey started to notice how Alex started squirming while looking around. Just as they were leaving the Miffler's house, the tigress could have sworn that she saw Alex doing a bit of the potty dance. She caught Lyra and Travis' eyes, the two having noticed as well. Their group continued onward, going to different houses and getting their candy, and in some cases boxes of raisins. As they did so, Tracey and Travis both kept an eye on Alex. The big little red panda witch was doing an admirable job of pretending to be just fine, but would still lapse when she thought no one was looking and resume squirming. This grew in frequency as they passed over the Laquosha Historical Bridge, the rushing water passing by underneath the restored and maintained stone bridge causing Alex to squirm a whole lot more. Halfway across she stopped, freezing in place. Her cheeks began to redden while she hugged her big bushy ringed tail. After less than a minute, she continued to toddle along, not with a bit more of a waddle to her gait. Seeing this, Tracey and Travis shared a wide-eyed look of surprise. "Tracey," Travis whispered under his breath while leaning in closer. "Do you think that she might be..." "Faking it?" Tracey whispered back. She grunted and bent her knees a little, sucking on her thumb pensively. That would just be crazy. Why would anyone pretend to have Miner's Syndrome? Waddling much like the red panda in question, Tracey mulled this over. They stopped at a house nearest to the bridge, this time with Bethy nervously going up and ringing the doorbell. The pink vampiric gator led them all in saying Trick or Treat, being the first one allowed to take some candy from a seemingly innocuous plastic cauldron filled with treats, while a nervous-looking Alex went wide-eyed. She looked like she was about to start whimpering, before she just let go of her candy bucket, causing it to spill out on the lawn. "U-uh-oh," she grunted, squatting down to start picking up her candy. After checking to make sure she was alright, Nora patted her head before a sudden shriek from Bethy drew her attention. A plastic tarantula made of bones started to squirm out from where it was hiding in the candy, with the middle-aged weasel holding it laughing at her reaction. Like that, Nora was right beside Bethy, rubbing her back and hugging her and simultaneously chewing out the weasel for doing something so mean to an MSer. While everyone's, or so Alex thought, attention was on Nora scolding the guilty-looking weasel man, Alex, still squatting, had stopped picking up her candy, and began to grunt, her tail beginning to flag. Tracey was watching out of the corner of her eye, and turned to Travis who was doing the same and frowning. Something was up. "The absolute nerve of some people!" Nora huffed, carrying Bethy on her hip as she led them all to a nearby park. "Scaring a precious little one like that!" "I-I'm okay, Nore, r-really," Bethy offered, tucking her head under the doe's neck. Nora smiled at her as they neared a bench. "I'm glad to know that, sweetheart. But still, it was very irresponsible and downright mean spirited to go and pull a prank on you like that. You could have been traumatized. And, considering I think I smell several stinky diapers, you weren't the only one frightened by the big mean spider, huh?" She turned and looked right at Tracey, who was oblivious to Nora's observation, as well as her own full diaper. She was instead whispering with Travis. "I think now's as good a time for some changes, everyone!" Nora set the diaper bag down and opened it up, pulling out a large orange, purple, and green folded up changing mat and spreading it out on the park bench. "Alright, Bethy, you are up first." While Nora was tearing open the sides of the gator girl's diaper, Tracey walked over to Alex who was discussing with Tiffany cartoons that they liked. "I was surprised at how great Greeney is! I just figured it was for babies when I first started watching it!" Alex said, sounding excited. "I know!" The eagle excitedly fluttered her wings, her plastic sheriff's badge glinting in the light from the nearby lamppost. "The writing is just amazing, and I've never had so much fun while coloring as when I'm watching it!" "OH! I haven't gotten the chance to watch it lately, but my brother recorded some of the newer episodes for me!" Travis chimed in, his tail wagging in excitement. He gave Tracey a wink, before happily talking more about the green-colored wolf pup and her family. "Hey, Alex?" Tracey asked in a quiet voice, so that Tiffany wouldn't hear. Over on the bench, Bethy was giggling as Nora started blowing a raspberry on her tummy. "Uh... y-yeah? Uhm... Tracey, right?" The red panda hugged her tail, blushing and looking a little skittish. She seemed to be trying to tug down the hem of her skirt to hide her diaper. "Yeah... uh, can I talk to you for a minute?" The tigress motioned a little bit away from the rest of the group, near a tree. "... Okay?" Alex agreed, sounding a bit confused. They headed over just as Nora was finishing taping on Bethy's fresh diaper, this one with a cartoon coffin on the front. With Lyra next to have her diaper changed, Tracey made sure that they were out of earshot, grateful that Travis was keeping Tiffany distracted. "What's up?" Alex asked. "Uh... Alex..." Tracey started to rub the back of her head, feeling awkward. "Are you... really an MSer?" "Wh-what?!" Alex went wide-eyed at the question, looking around to make sure that no one was listening in. "O-of course I am! I m-mean, I'm in diapers now. And I need... I mean, I think I might need a change! A-and Nora's been babysitting me! She put m-me to bed last night after f-feeding me a bottle of MSer formula! I-I'm as MSer as i-it gets!" Tracey could see that she really was trying to sound convincing, yet she kept looking away, her blush deepening as she did so. "So then you've been diagnosed at Dr. Trellow's office then? He is the only specialist for MSers in our area, after all." Alex smirked and waved her paw offhandedly. "Well, duh. Went and saw him two weeks ago." Tracey sighed and shook her head. "There is no Dr. Trellow, Alex." Tracey crossed her arms, fixing the fidgeting red panda girl with a half-lidded stare. "Uh..." "So why are you faking having MS?" Tracey asked with a sigh. Alex looked down at her shuffling feet, hugging her tail tight to her chest. "I... want it..." she said in a quiet voice. "Excuse me?" "I w-want... I mean... I..." Now it was Alex's turn to sigh. "I'm a l-little, okay?" "A what?" Tracey looked quizzical, cocking her head to the side as she asked it. Alex blushed and buried her face in her tail fur. "I'm a little! I-I feel... good, being treated like this. It makes me feel... little... and happy in a way I don't know how to describe." She looked up at Tracey with watery green eyes. "This side of myself is such a big part of myself that I just... I had to express it in some way... I s-secretly bought myself some MSer Snuggies in my size a few weeks ago. I t-tried them on and it... it was like there was a part of me that had been missing... and doing that helped to... fill it. Then I started to collect other MSer stuff, like some bottles, binkies, a few stuffies, and even some cute outfits. When my Mom and dad weren't home, I would get to let my little side out. It was so nice... until Dad walked in on me in just a shirt and a diaper, thumb in my mouth, h-having just... peed it..." Tracey winced, remembering when she'd pooped herself in front of Nora, feeling a pang of sympathy. "What happened?" "W-well, Dad told Mom and, after she got home from work, they sat me down. They asked me if I'd been having urges to suck my thumb and been wetting myself and the bed lately. I thought that they were going to make me go see a therapist or something, but then I realized that they thought I had MS, s-so I just went along with it. They told me that they were proud that I'd been proactive in getting diapers for myself for the accidents, but they did tell me that I sh-shoulda come to them first when I started to h-have... p-potty troubles. The rest of the stuff I was able to keep hidden until they started to buy me things for m-my new nursery... then I was able to just mix it in and they didn't notice." "Didn't they take you to see a doctor?" Tracey asked, her head spinning at all this new information hitting her. "Well, they took me to my primary doctor, to make sure I was healthy. A-at first, she suggested that I go see some specialist for MSers to get tested, but I was able to, somehow, convince her and my parents that since I was sucking my thumb without realizing it, and having accidents th-that there was no need for a test. I mean... what other explanation could there be?" Alex looked pleased with herself about that aspect. "But... MS is for life. Once you have it, it's goodbye independence, hello just about everyone having permission to change your diapers and treat you like a baby!" Tracey couldn't believe what she had just heard, placing her paws on her hips. Alex winced at the outburst and shushed Tracey a bit. "I-I know! But... I r-really don't mind it. I just... I wanna stay like this. I've never thought I could feel so happy before. Not that I was depressed... I just felt so... empty. But now? I'm my Mommy and Daddy's little cub again! I get to play with toys, and fingerpaint, and everyone dotes on me." Alex was blushing again, this time with a wistful smile on her muzzle. Tracey relaxed a bit upon seeing that. "You're serious? You're not someone who just... I dunno, did this on a dare? Or because you lost a bet? Or are you trying to make fun of people like... us?" Tracey asked, bewildered. "I've heard of some people doing some crazy things for a bet or a dare, but pooping yourself in public, knowing someone else is going to change you is kind of taking it a bit far," Alex explained. "And I swear I'm not trying to make fun of anybody! I just... Nora was babysitting me and organizing taking us all Trick or Treating... and I thought it would be fun be around other people who are in diapers and who d-don't act like it's strange..." Alex hung her head before speaking again. "Are you gunna tell Nora?" Tracey stood there in silence for a bit, while Alex started to fidget some more. Then, surprising the red panda girl once more, the tigress reached out and pulled her into a hug. "N-no, I won't tell," she said, feeling the smaller girl hesitate before reciprocating the hug. "I-if this really makes you feel... well, good. And you're not just having fun at MSers' expense... I guess it's okay." "Thanks," Alex spoke in a quiet voice, seeming to be lost in thought. "Does this mean we're friends now?" Tracey giggled as they broke apart. "Sure, if you want. But I gotta warn you, my Mommy and Daddy, and Nora, love organizing playdates, which can sometimes get in the way of Saturday morning cartoons. Also, expect LOTS of embarrassing pictures when that happens." Alex joined in the giggling. "I sometimes think my Daddy is trying to make a flip book with all the pictures he takes!" "OMG! It's so wonderful that you two are getting along so well!" Nora suddenly appeared, making both girls jump, and Tracey wet her diaper a bit more, not that she knew it. "N-Nora?" They spoke in unison while the doe started to guide them back over to the bench. "You two are the last little stinkers that I need to take care of before we get back to more Trick or Treating!" Nora cooed, the doe, guiding Tracey down onto the changing mat. Looking over, she saw that Lyla was now wearing a thicker sleep diaper, making her attempts at pirouetting a little more off-balance and clumsy, not that the arctic vixen seemed to mind, especially as when she stopped doing that, she was joining in on which Greeney episode was the best so far. Catching Travis' eye and seeing him raise an eyebrow, she just smiled and shook her head. Tracey had her dress pushed up a bit, exposing her packed diaper to everyone, before Nora passed her a bottle of apple juice. She smiled up at Alex who smiled shyly back. WOOOOO! I hope you all have a fun, safe, candy-filled, and spooooooky Halloween! Thanks for reading! ^.^

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And here is part two! Hope you all enjoy it! Varis felt hollow, as though his insides had been scooped out, leaving him an empty husk of a wolf. He felt Mira's paws holding his, the worried-looking fennec was sitting in the chair next to him. Across from the couple and behind the large oak desk, Doctor Morley's beak was moving, but Varis couldn't hear the older red owl. This can't be real! It just can't be! Varis let out a whimper and wiped at his eyes with his free paw, having to fight the urge to start sucking on his thumb. "Baby, I promise, it's all going to be okay," Mira said, pulling him into a hug. He let out a shuddering breath, clinging to her like a lifeline. He could feel her nuzzle the top of his head and rub his back. It helped to calm him down and, once he composed himself, he let go of his wife to turn back to face the doctor. "S-so... it's confirmed then? For real?" Varis felt like he wanted to scream. "Yes," Dr. Morley confirmed, removing his glasses with a sigh. "While it's rare for someone in their twenties to suddenly be diagnosed, it does happen. You have Miner's Syndrome. And, while it can be hard to predict just how much it's going to affect someone with the diagnosis, from how your bladder and bowel muscles are starting to atrophy, I'd say that most likely, it's not going to just stop at the bedwetting stage." Varis winced at that. Several instances of the past week he'd had accidents, mostly minor, in the daytime, and one unfortunately very full nighttime diaper he'd woken up in two days ago. Thankfully for the time he wet himself at work, he was able to 'accidentally' spill a soda he was drinking in his lap. And for the full diaper, well, Mari had been a big help, much to his chagrin. "S-so, what are my options?" Varis looked to the owl with hope filled eyes, who instead had turned to Mari and handed her some pamphlets. "Now, the transitional process isn't going to be a simple one, but these will help make things a little easier, as well as provide plenty of handy tips and information on additional resources that can help a lot." Varis let out a huff as the doctor was addressing Mira, who accepted the pamphlets. "I-is there anything I can do that might help slow... or maybe stop the... condition?" Varis tentatively asked. The doctor just gave him a sad smile and shook his head. "I'm sorry, big guy, but that's just not how that works." Varis took note of the change in tone from the doctor. He sounded almost like he was talking to a... little kid. Varis furrowed his brow and frowned. Doctor Morley got up and started to guide them out of his office and to the reception area, talking with Mira about the importance of bed and naptimes for an MSer. Varis just crossed his arms, after quickly yanking his paw away before he could pop his thumb in. As they were getting ready to sign out, Varis was stopped by Doctor Morley, who patted him on the head. "You were such a big brave boy for me today. I'm proud of you." Varis opened his mouth to object to being talked down to like a child. He was an adult, dammit! "And for being such a big brave boy for me, you earned a treat!" Doctor Morley held up a blue raspberry lollipop. Quickly, Varis' frustration abated and he happily accepted the treat, his tail starting to wag in excitement. "Baby, what do we say?" Mira asked this with a happy smile as she looked over at him. Blushing, Varis popped the sucker into his mouth and looked down at the teal carpeting. "Thankoo fow da wowwi," he lisped around his treat. That earned him a headfur ruffle. "You're very welcome, big guy!" * * * Varis watched the end of the white stick of the lollipop poking out from his muzzle gently bob in and out. He ignored how nice the sucking sensation felt, and instead chose to focus on the dark thoughts swirling about his mind like gathering storm clouds. "Dat doctew is a jackawwf," he mumbled under his breath, presently sitting in the passenger seat of his and Mari's SUV, with his arms crossed. "Varis!" Mari chided with a tone of disapproval in her voice. "The doctor was just doing his job." "He tweated me wike a puppy!" Varis pouted. "And why can't I dwive?" He hated how his voice sounded like a whine just then. "Baby, he specializes in treating MSers like yourself. He was most likely treating you like any other patient of his." Mari's voice was soft and conciliatory. "And you are a little too much of a grumpy-grump right now to focus on driving. Besides, we need to pick up some things for home." "Wike wat?" Varis asked, only now becoming aware of his lisp. Blushing, he crunched through the partially dissolved sucker, before tossing the stick into the little trash bag Mari kept in the car under the passenger seat. Looking up, the wolf saw that they were pulling into their local supermarket, SecureRoad. "Well, we're getting a little low on some groceries," the fennec said as she pulled into an empty spot near the entrance, quickly killing the engine after putting the car in park. "Plus, we're going to need some more... precautions for your little nighttime troubles... and a few more things." Mari looked away while exiting the car. "What kinds of things, Mari?" Varis asked once he was out of the car and walking alongside her, feeling the return of an all too familiar pit in his stomach that had formed recently. Mari gave him a warm smile and grabbed a cart. "Sweetie, the doctor said that you're going to be progressing further with your condition... so I'm getting together supplies for when things do progress." Varis felt his tail bush out in shock at that. He spotted the greeter nearby, an older beaver woman, who was giving him a warm smile similar to Mari's. Looking back and seeing his wife heading deeper into the store, he let out a whine, and trotted to catch up to her. Varis could swear that it felt like all eyes were on him. "I-I don't care what the doctor had to say! He was a quack anyway!" Varis hissed this, trying to keep his voice low. "What about those accidents you had at work?" She asked, making Varis look away in embarrassment. Yet she continued. "Sweetie, you still need some more nighttime protection, and you remember how when you went poopy, you got a little bit of a rash on your tushie? We definitely need some more of your SleepTights, and some rash cream." Mari kept her voice low, but Varis still let out a whimper while looking around. He saw some nearby teenagers, a lioness, an otter girl, and a snow-white marten, who were laughing about something. Varis on some level knew it was irrational to think so, but there was a corner of his mind that was certain that they were snickering about him. That corner started to expand as he watched the otter, whom he noticed was in a yellow sundress, smile at him and stick her thumb in her mouth. He had to bite back a growl as he thought of giving them a verbal tongue lashing. It was when the lioness casually lifted up the hem of the otter's dress to reveal the smiling cartoon teddy bears on the front of her Pawpers that he started to calm down, his indignation quickly being replaced with surprise and confusion. "Jenna, did you leave me a present?" The lioness cooed and nuzzled the top of Jenna's head, making her giggle. She proceeded to tug out the back of her diaper for her inspection. "Oh, that's a big yes! Sorry, Mark," she said, addressing the marten, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I gotta get a certain someone into a clean diaper, and then get her back for her nap. Wanna come over and help me babysit?" "Sure, Tina! OH! Maybe we can play Syndicate? Or... do you think Jenna might think the houses and hotels are candy?" With that, the otter's tail reached over and bopped him on the nose. "Just 'cause I'm kinda a baby now, doesn't mean Imma stick random plastic things in my mouth, Mark! Or have we forgotten about the time you mistook feral dog food for Chocco Puffs?" Jenna and Tina giggled while Mark blushed, all the while Varis watched, mouth partially agape at the whole exchange. "Okay, okay, fine. But to be fair, Tina's the one who just arbitrarily pours all the cereals into tupperware containers! How was I supposed to know that she did the same for dog food?" "I put a sticky note on it saying Dog Food in big bold letters!" Tina laughed, scooping Jena into her arms in a cradled position, the slightly shorter girl still giggling profusely. "Well, I thought you did that to try and trick me into leaving your Chocco Puffs alone!" Mark huffed, before Jenna surprised him by leaping over into his arms, nuzzling his neck. "It's okay, Marky! Just remember, I may be a baby, but I'm a BIG baby, so I'm not gunna go munching on anything other than actual candy, real food, my binky, and those chew rings you got me that I love!" Varis, still stunned, felt himself being tugged away by Mari. He turned to watch the teens heading down another aisle, presumably in the direction of the nearest restroom, Jenna now back in Tina's arms, being fed a bottle while the lioness and the marten talked. He was so confused about this new input, that when he turned to Mari to ask if she saw the exchange that had just happened, he realized that they were on the dreaded diaper aisle. The wolf froze, his tail tucking itself between his legs, and his ears splayed flat on his head. All around him were bright and colorful packages with smiling babies and toddlers. A little further down, the packages grew larger and the models on them grew older. Being tugged further along, he spotted a red panda boy in his teens, sitting in a playpen and playing with a set of stacking rings on one package of Pawpers. Right next to them were the Snuggies, proudly showcasing some blushing teen tigress who was wearing a white and green nondescript jersey, with a thick matching diaper around her waist. She looked to be sprinting on a track field. New Snuggies Sporties, for the MSer on the go! Mari gently tugged Varis along further, saying something he didn't catch, as now he was mesmerized by the sights of college-age MSers. A fluffy white sheep girl in a pink sundress with her pink princess diapers on full display, was sitting in a high chair, bibbed of course. She had what Varis presumed to be strained carrots smeared all over her cheeks and muzzle and splattered on the aforementioned bib. It was printed on a package of Wuvs. "M-Mari, w-we don't need to be here," Varis hissed, feeling a chill run down his spine as he spotted another package of Snuggies. This one was showing an eagle wearing a navy blue jacket and tie, the same color as one of his own suits, with a white and blue diaper making up the rest of his outfit. In his brown feathery fingers was what looked like a cross between a coffee mug and a baby bottle, filled with brown liquid. Snuggies Li'l Big Professionals. Heavy Dooty for the MSer on the job! Varis let out a whine. It rapidly became a surprised yelp when Mari pulled him into a sudden hug. "Okay, baby," Mari said with a smile, seemingly oblivious to Varis' reservations. "I know that this is very scary, but with all these fun and cute designs, I'm sure we'll find you something fun to wear!" "Oh yeah, nothing more fun than wearing something to wet and mess in during the daytime," Varis sniped, feeling a pang of guilt at the look of hurt on Mari's face. "Baby..." "Could you please just... stop calling me that?!" He snapped, looking around, grateful that they were alone in the aisle. "I'm notta baby! I'm a big b-... I mean, I'm a grown man!" He could feel his cheeks burning as well as the sensation of tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes. "This just... this sucks, Mari!" Varis crossed his arms and turned away, sniffling a little. He grabbed a pack of Snuggies training pants, this one with a calico cat in some kind of tan safari vest and a safari hat proudly wearing them on the front. He mentally took note of the training pants depicted being blue and with a familiar black and red logo from a certain classic movie involving dinosaurs, before tossing them into the cart. Storming off, he didn't check to see if Mari was still with him, and instead turned at the end of the aisle, heading straight for the candy aisle. "Hey there, big guy," a warm, motherly voice cooed out to him. He turned to see an employee, a deer, in her red smock, holding up a tray with little disposable sippi-cups on them. "You look like you could use a free sample." Varis felt his eye twitch and choked back a growl. "Listen, lady," he pointed a clawed finger at her, "I, a paying customer, don't appreciate you just assuming that I'm some... some... some big MS baby who needs a baba!" "Vary!" He froze and recoiled, his petulant anger leaving him, and instead he cringed, a part of his mind worried that he was in trouble. Mari came along, pushing the cart, and he noticed that there were three more packages of... protection in the cart now along with the ones he picked... though they seemed a bit thicker than the training pants... "I'm so sorry! We had a very big day today and I think he's just feeling overwhelmed. Ba--I mean, sweetie? You need to say you're sorry to the nice lady who was only doing her job." Varis opened his mouth to argue, but seeing the stern look Mari was making, one that normally he had found cute, especially when they were first dating; he looked down and whined. "I'm... sowwy," he spoke around his thumb, not bothering to question when it had even gotten into his mouth. The doe laughed and waved a dismissive hoof-hand. "Oh, that's alright, honey!" She then turned to Mari. "Little ones, even big little ones, get cranky and upset from time to time. They can't help it." Varis wondered if it was possible to blush so much to have the fur on his face spontaneously combust. He continued to wonder about that on their way to the registers. Mari having steered him away from the candy aisle didn't really help his mood a whole lot either. The raccoon cashier, who didn't seem much older than the teenagers earlier, was looking bored as she started to scan their items. Varis winced when he saw that the three packages were Snuggies MS Diapers, all superhero-themed. Her explanation when he had noticed was that she had a coupon and it being a good idea to buy in bulk. Today cannot get anymore humiliating, he thought. The raccoon swiped his training pants across the scanner a few times before sighing and picking up a nearby phone. "Price check, Snuggies Pull-Ups for MSers, price check, Snuggies Pull-Ups for MSers," she said into it, her voice blasting out from the PA system, oblivious to Varis standing there, mouth agape, a pink glow almost radiating from his cheeks. Waiting for another employee to show up, Varis then felt Mari wrap her arms around him from behind and start hugging his back. "Hey, Ba--Honey," Mari whispered, catching herself, yet still causing her husband to wince. "Y-yeah?" "If you'd like, you can run off and go potty while I and this nice girl get the groceries all squared away." Varis opened his mouth to argue, until he realized that he was squirming a bit, doing an impromptu potty dance, feeling his bladder was ready to burst. He whined and nodded, dashing off to the restrooms. He entered the Men's room and ran right to a urinal. Just as he grabbed his zipper, however, he felt a warmth start to radiate at the front of his jeans, before flowing down to his feet. Whimpering, tears streaming down his cheeks, the wolf with the wet pants looked around, grateful that the restroom was vacant save for himself. He sniffed and got to work grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser to help clean up a bit. Just as he was finishing washing his paws, he jumped when he heard a knock at the door. "Wh-who's th-there?" "Sweetheart?" Mari's voice made him feel better, but one look down at the dark stain down his jeans was enough to cause his anxiety to spike back up. "Is everything okay?" "... I hada accidewnt!" Varis saw that his thumb was back in his muzzle but chose to ignore it. His eyes widened when the door quickly opened. Mari's large tan ears were perked, her warm hazel eyes took him and all his shame in. Instead of disgust or annoyance, she gave him a sympathetic smile, and came right in. She pulled his head to her chest and started to stroke his ears, humming some tune that sounded kinda familiar, but Varis couldn't place. But it helped cheer him up a little. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I should have checked to see if you needed a potty break before!" Varis heard a sob come from his wife, and felt a few moist drops hit his nose. Looking up, he saw that tears were coming down Mari's cheeks. Mentally, he wanted to kick himself for snapping at her earlier. The more he reflected on it, the more he realized how he'd been short with her all week, snapping a few times, and even acting the same way when at work. He knew she was just trying to help, and that none of this was her fault. "Oh... Mari," he said, his voice croaking. "I shoulda been keeping better track of myself. N-none of this is your fault." Their eyes met, and she smiled, though Varis could see that it was a smile tinged with sadness. "I guess that this is a road we're both going to have to get used to walking down together," she said with a sniff, wiping her eyes and then blowing her nose on a piece of paper towel. "D-do we just go to the car? M-maybe take some of these paper towels with us to lay down on my seat?" Mari shook her head and nuzzled the top of his. "We can't just leave you in your wet pants, sweetie. We need to get you cleaned up." Varis bit his lower lip to try and keep it from quivering. He needed to be strong for Mari, especially with how strong she had been to keep up her usual sunny and loving demeanor for the entire week he had been such a pain to be around. He said nothing as she released him to quickly open the door. Right outside was their cart full of the purchases, all bagged up. Mari grabbed the pack of Paw-Ups and tore it open. She pulled out one of the folded and lightly crinkling blue garments, fluffing it out a bit. From the same bag she grabbed a tub of wipes and a canister of baby powder. Turning and giving him another smile, doing a much better job at looking like her usual bubbly self, she grabbed his paw with her free one, and walked him over to the changing stations that folded into the restroom walls. There were three. Two sized for babies and toddlers, and one that was clearly for MSer usage. With it opened and lowered, Mari gave the padded plastic surface a gentle pat. "Let's get those pants on and then hop on up so we can get you all clean and dry again, sweetheart!" Varis, his category 5 blush returning in full force, complied by unbuckling his belt, and sliding his pants and boxers off. His tail tucking itself, he shuffled over to the changing table, and gave Mari a pleading look. She gave him a sympathetic smile and silently patted the surface again. He sighed, and hopped up, briefly concerned that he would break it. But it felt sturdy, and so he laid back while Mari gathered up his wet clothes. She stuffed and tied them in a shopping bag, setting it down next to him. Lifting up his legs, Mari opened the tub of wipes and got to work. She was humming a familiar tune and, as Varis' thumb slipped in between his lips, he started to hum along with her. Into the nearby wastebin the wipes went, and a gentle pat to his bare thigh was the signal for him to get up. Varis complied, thumb firmly in his muzzle, even as he sighed at the sight of Mari holding open his new training pants for him to step into. First his left foot, and then his right, each step backwards from adulthood accompanied by praise from Mari for being so brave and responsible. She even pulled them all the way up for him, allowing him to see the Cretaceous Park logo on the front. More than likely, it would disappear or change in some way when it got wet. Mari then pulled out the back of the Paw-Up and gave his bottom a liberal dusting of the sweet-smelling powder, before securing the tape that went above his tail. She then pulled out the front and dusted him down it, gently setting everything back into place. "There we go! Nice and dry and freshly powdered!" She sounded so chipper, but Varis just hung his head. "If you want, we can go and buy you some new shorts before we leave? And maybe a new stuffed friend you can take to work with you in your briefcase?" She offered, holding the door open for him, taking a second to use some paw sanitizer. "I just wanna go howme," Varis replied, still sucking his thumb. Gently taking him by the paw, Mari pushed the cart out past the registers, leading the red-faced wolf wearing just a blue t-shirt and a matching blue Paw-Up out past all the gawking people. Except... as Varis looked around, nobody was really paying him much attention. Spotting the raccoon girl who had been their cashier, he now got a good look at her as they passed. What he had taken to be a red uniform smock was actually more like a combination of smock and legless onesie, with a noticeable bulge around her waist. She was tapping away on her phone, hugging a green teddy bear in one arm. "Wha?" Was all that came out of Varis' muzzle as they exited the store. It didn't take long for them to get to the car, or for he and Mari to get everything put away. He did feel it was a little patronizing for Mari to give him praise for helping out, as he always did that, but he said nothing. Getting in, he was expecting for the engine to start, but was instead surprised, after securing his seatbelt, he found a familiar disposable sippi-cup being held out to him. "Mari," he started with a sigh, ripping his thumb back out and wiping it on his shirt. "I thought you could use a little treat before we got home, so I grabbed you a chocolate-flavored one," she said, giving it a shake. He looked at the little plastic cup with a lid and spout that seemed like it was fused to it, seeing the brown liquid inside slosh around. Looking over, he saw that Mari was holding one herself, hers with some kind of blue liquid. "This blueberry-flavored one just looked so tasty, I couldn't resist!" Varis watched in shock as Mari popped the spout of hers into her muzzle and began to suck out some of the drink. "H-how is it?" He asked, sneaking glances down at his. It was chocolate after all... "Mmmm," Mari said enthusiastically, giving her belly a rub. "It's like drinking a blueberry candy!" Looking back down at his, Varis sighed, and started to drink from it. The taste... was actually chocolate. Not some chocolate-flavored milky-substance, but instead, it tasted just like pure chocolate, as if a bar of the stuff had just been melted down and poured into this little cup. "I take it yours is tasty too?" Mari asked with a smile. Varis blinked and looked over at her with a questioning look. He then looked down to see that his was already empty... and that he now had some brown drips on the front of his shirt. Mari giggled and reached over with a wet wipe and started to clean up the sides of his muzzle and chin. He whined a bit but let her dote on him. "I-I still don't think th-that this is gunna b-be as bad as the d-doctor said it would be," Varis said, a defensive tone creeping into his voice. "Vary," Mira sighed as she started up the engine. "I just don't feel comfortable letting you go to work without your... protection on." "What if I take some... with me, along with a spare change of p-pants... and if something... happens, I can put one on and no one would know?" "Sweetie, what if you have an accident during a meeting? I would feel more comfortable with you in your Paw-Ups when at work, but definitely with some spares for when you need them." Mari said. After several years of marriage, they'd had their disagreements from time to time. And one part of Mari that he'd found equal parts frustrating and adorable was how resolute the smaller canid could be when she felt strongly about something. Her smile would harden a little, and her nose would start to twitch a bunch, all while her tail would bush out. Looking over at his wife, he could see her smile becoming more of a line, all while her nose began to twitch and, turning to look behind her where her big bushy tail had been threaded through the tail hole of the seat, he could see it starting to bush out. He knew she was not going to budge on him wearing training pants to work. "Uhm... okay, how about this!" Varis had learned that when Mari was being stubborn, sometimes a more circuitous path was the best way to move forward... while also granting himself a little wiggle room to work with. "I-if I can go the entire work week without having less than three accidents, I can go back to wearing boxers?" Mari seemed to mull it over as she slowly pulled the car out of the spot, and her smile softened considerably. "Okay, Vary. If you can go the entire week without having three accidents, we can switch you back to boxers." Varis felt his tail starting to wag through his own seat's tail hole, it lightly thumping against the side of one of the bags of supplies. Now I got her, he thought smugly to himself. "This'll be as easy as taking candy from a baby." He was again unaware that he was once more sucking on his thumb.

OH! Maybe Kelly will end up as the Star of the movie she wrote... but not in the role she had envisioned for herself... eh?

OOOOH! I'm guessing "Miley" is gunna lose some bras, or more, especially thanks to the whole "Double-or-Nothing" strategy!

I am curious as to how "Little Miley" is going to end up in diapers, but I'm loving the slow burn that will eventually take us there!

My prediction is that Beth is going to end up diapered. Probably not permanently, but still. I got money on it happening!

Okay, I'm invested. I just gotta know what happens!

Hmmm... I think Hunter needs to give each of the diaper designs a try to figure out which one is the most stylish!

My guess is that having Rachel being able to be disabled my Beth at any time of her choosing is what the person who messed with her wanted. This way, Beth can deactivate Rachel and leave her temporarily vulnerable to a future plot!

Awww, yeah, he has been dealt a tough hand.

This was a heck of a lot of fun to work on!

WOOO! Presenting my very first commission, for the wonderful and kind Nihulus (over on FA)! I hope you all enjoy it! Warm and soft. Those were the two thoughts that sprang to Varis' mind as he slowly awoke, curled up in his bed, next to Mira. He lightly yawned and opened his sharp blue eyes, blinking the last of the sleep away. Turning over, he saw his wife still snuggled up against him, her large ears twitching in her sleep. Her sandy-colored fur just looked so soft, he had to resist the urge to nuzzle her, knowing that his beloved fennec vixen needed the rest after how much worrying he'd put her through lately. With that thought coming to mind, Varis raised up the blanket and inspected the sheet, his tail excitedly starting to thump a bit against the mattress as he saw that it was bone dry. I told them it was just a misdiagnosis, he thought with a smirk, extricating himself from the relaxing warmth of his and his wife's bed. It was as he stood there and stretched that he became aware of a clamminess around his waist. Looking down, he saw that the thick purple and blue sleep diaper that was hugging him snugly was now missing the moon and stars wetness indicators on the front, and sagging a big. His tail slowly ceased its wagging and began to tuck itself between his legs as the dark gray wolf reached down and gave his night time padding a squeeze. He had to bite back a whimper at how soaked it was. Looking back at the bed where Mira still slept peacefully, though now with her arms clumsily searching for him, he was reluctantly grateful that she wasn't going to wake up in another puddle he had made again. But the fact that, for over a week now, he hadn't been able to stay dry while he slept brought forth the anxiety he had forgotten about, yet had become much more familiar with lately. It had started off with a few wettings here and there, something he'd chalked up to stress from work, and even just assumed he had awoken to go to the bathroom, but had simply fallen back asleep. And when Mira had finally convinced him to go see a doctor, the wolf hadn't been expecting the diagnosis. Miner's Syndrome. NO! Varis snorted and walked towards the bathroom, quickly ripping off the diaper and stuffing it into the trash bin by the sink. "I'm twenty-seven, too old to suddenly develop... Miner's Syndrome," he said to his reflection, the dark gray wolf with the salt and pepper flecks and the creamy white tummy looked worriedly back at him, betraying his own lack of confidence in his denial. A quick shower was enough to help him wake up further and put his soggy morning out of his mind, at least for a little bit. Getting out and toweling himself off, he reentered the bedroom, to find that Mira was now absent from the still enticingly mussed-up bed. Heading out to the hall and into the kitchen, Varis smiled at the sight of a fennec vixen blearily making up some scrambled eggs. He had to stifle a giggle at the sight of her messy bedfur. Her large ears twitched at the sound of his entrance, and Mira turned to smile warmly at him. "Morning, baby," she said with a bit of a yawn. "How do scrambled eggs sound for breakfast?" Varis walked over and pulled his wife close, she being just as beautiful to him at that moment, with messy bedfur and wearing her favorite white oversized pajama t-shirt, as she was to him on the day of their wedding. As his tail started to wag, he felt her big bushy one beginning to THWAP against his side. He gave her a nuzzle, and she turned, their lips meeting, before she buried her muzzle into his fluffy chest ruff. "I think that sounds wonderful," Varis said, resting his chin on her headfur. They stayed like that for a moment before he let go. Giving her cheek a quick kiss, Varis headed back into the bedroom to get dressed. Opening the closet, he saw the opened package of SleepTights resting almost smugly right under where his suits were hanging, and frowned a little. "... It's just stress." Varis defiantly grabbed his favorite navy blue suit and a white undershirt. A short while later, after getting dressed and eating, Varis headed towards the door with his briefcase in paw. "Don't forget, babe," Mira called, forcing Varis to pause as he was about to step out the front door. "We're going to see Doctor Morley on wednesday!" "I remember, hun," Varis said, his tail wagging. Just gunna get some confirmation that it was all a misdiagnosis, he thought to himself. Varis was surprised to suddenly feel a pair of arms reach around his front, pulling him back into a hug. He turned his head a bit, one of Mira's ears sticking in his face. "I know how worried you are about all of this," she said in a soft voice that was partially muffled due to her muzzle being buried in his back. "But... I want you to know that, no matter what, I will always love you and be there for you." Varis smiled and turned to reciprocate the hug. "Thank you, cuddle-bug." He recalled how much she had blushed and sputtered the first time he had used the pet name, which was not long after they'd first started dating. "I know that you're just as worried as I am. But don't be... this is all just a mistake." He kissed the tip of her nose as they pulled away, bringing forth a fit of giggles from the shorter canid. And with that, Varis was out the door, soon to be standing on the sidewalk in front of their house. The house he and Mira lived in was a cozy three-bedroom ranch-style house, a little bit on the outskirts of Nevia City. The price had been just right for the young couple, and that had been before Varis' promotion. Now they owned it outright, with that being a point of pride for the wolf. Turning to look down the street, he saw a familiar green SUV heading his way, coming to a stop right in front of him. "Warlocks at the Seashore Discount Limo Service, here for a pickup!" Came the deep jovial voice of the crocodile behind the wheel. "It's really amazing how that's still funny for the hundredth time, Josh." Varis rolled his eyes as he got in, quickly buckling his seatbelt. "Well, at least my little princess still finds me funny, right sweetpea?" Josh turned to look behind him, prompting the wolf to do the same. Looking back at the gray-furred bunny girl, who just so happened to be the exact same age as Varis, sent a chill up his spine. She was wearing her yellow sundress with the puffy shoulders, safely secured in her pink car seat, hugging her black stuffed wolf to her chest, and sucking down a bottle of juice like everything was normal. Which, for her and Josh at this point, this pretty much was normal for them. "Honey-bunny," Josh said, cooing at her, "don't you want to say hi to your Uncle Varis?" "H-hello, Eliza," Varis said, trying not to notice the pink and white diaper that was partially visible around the bunny's hips. Eliza removed the bottle and held up her wolf toy to hide her face, not counting the portion she used to peek around it. Varis' nose picked up the faint scent of baby powder, a smell that recently had begun to evoke a sense of foreboding in the wolf. Would I have to ride around in a car seat? The thought just popped into his mind all of a sudden, before he quickly stamped it out. "... Hi Uncle Varis," she said in a whisper. "Sorry, buddy." Josh clapped the now startled wolf on the shoulder before putting the car in drive and heading towards the office. "I know it's been a while, but I guess she's still just a tad shy around you. Y'know, if you and Mira would take me up on my babysitting offer for next Tuesday night, that might go a long way in helping her come out of her shell around you." "Sorry, but we don't offer any free babysitting services," Varis said with a chuckle. That wasn't entirely truthful, as Mira loved looking after Eliza, not even minding changing the diapers of someone a little bit taller than herself. But in addition to his usual... uncomfortableness around Eliza, there was no way he wanted to be associated with any MSers while his... misdiagnosis had yet to be proven as being just that. Let alone one that might go wandering and accidentally find his new... completely temporary nighttime protection. As they drove, the two 'adults' chatted about an upcoming report, while Eliza was content to watch what Varis presumed were shows for preschoolers on her tablet, letting out happy giggles and saying seemingly random numbers of phrases from time to time. Varis simply tried to tune her out, no matter how catchy the songs from the show sounded. "So how's the quarterly report coming?" Joshua asked, every now and again checking to make sure his big baby bunny was still safe and secure in her carseat. "So far, everything seems normal... but I did find an oddity in the shipping expenses." Varis pointedly looked away from a passing billboard that was advertising Pawpers' brand diapers for MSers. He certainly wasn't thinking about how the protection he was wearing to bed now was Snuggies brand. "I'm thinking someone just misfiled an expense report. It was actually pretty easy to gloss over, so I'm gunna have to go over everything again with a fine-tooth comb." "Huh... think someone's dipping their claws in the company cookie jar?" Josh asked, wincing as he realized, the moment the word cookie left his mouth, he suddenly had Eliza's full and undivided attention. "Daddy, may I please have a cookie from the company's cookie jar?" The bunny asked, somehow making her eyes look bigger, at least to Varis who could see her reflection in the rearview mirror. Josh laughed. "Oh, princess," he said with a coo in his voice, "that's just an expression. But Daddy did pack you a little treat if you'd like." Eliza giggled and started to bounce in her seat, at least as much as the soft snug straps around her would allow, making a few faint crinkles. Josh chuckled at the display, despite not taking his eyes off the road. "Hey, buddy, would you mind getting Eliza a cookie out of her diaper bag? It should be in the compartment on the side." Varis cringed internally, but nodded, knowing he could do this small favor for his friend. Turning, he looked to see that said diaper bag was tucked right behind the crocodile's seat. It was a large, loud, pink duffle-like satchel, with several side-pockets and flaps, as well as two bottles of some kind of juice secured in a couple special holders on one end. The central part was unzipped revealing a few pink and white folded rectangles, along with two familiar-looking purple and blue ones. "SleepTights?!" Varis exclaimed, his eyes wide as he felt the color drain from his cheeks, thankfully unnoticeable thanks to the coloration of his fur. "Huh? Oh, yeah. If Eliza needs a diaper change before naptime, I like to put her in one of those, just in case. Also, if ever there's an emergency, them being thicker than her daytime diapers really go a long way to help." Not enjoying being reminded of his new nighttime padding, Varis unzipped a couple of the pockets looking for the baggie of cookies before he finally found them. "Are these homemade?" Varis asked, looking at the large chocolate chunk cookies in the sandwich baggie, really wanting one. He wondered if they were nice and soft. "Yup! Me and my little princess got a hankering for some last night, so I figured it'd make for a fun little project. You should have seen her in her cute little chef's hat." Varis rolled his eyes as Josh started to gush about other instances of Eliza being adorable, as was par for the course of carpooling with the croc. The wolf reluctantly looked at Eliza as he reached back to hand her the cookie. She was hiding behind her wolf plush, peeking from behind its ears at him, her nose twitching nervously. She slowly reached out and took the cookie from him, one of her eyebrows raising a little. She paused and looked him up and down, at least as best she could with most of him being blocked from view by the passenger seat. She then smiled warmly and took the cookie. "Thankies, Vary!" She immediately started to nibble on her cookie. "OOOOH! Looks like someone's coming out of her shell a bit," Josh said, reaching over to give a confused Varis a nudge with his elbow. "I told you that she'd get over her shyness around you eventually!" Varis decided to pretend he was checking something in his briefcase. In no time at all, they were soon pulling into their building's parking garage. Varis walked on ahead to the elevator while Josh was getting Eliza unbuckled. It was as he saw himself in the reflection of the polished silver elevator doors that he realized he had some chocolate and cookie crumbs around his muzzle. He quickly wiped it all off just before the doors opened and Josh, with Eliza riding on his hip, caught up to him. The ride up to their floor was mostly silent, aside from Josh checking Eliza's diaper and stating that she was a little wet but didn't need a change just yet. "Now remember to be a good girl at daycare today, and you'll get a special surprise, honey-bunny!" Deciding to just head straight to his office, Varis started speedwalking the moment the doors opened again on their floor... to only instantly plow right into Angelica with an 'OOF!' Varis fell flat on his rear, while the large, and some would call motherly, grizzly bear in the charcoal gray skirtsuit looked down at him in concern. "Oh, goodness," she said, reaching down and picking Varis up under his armpits. She set him on his feet, looking him over and brushing off whatever dust or carpet fibers she could see. "I'm so sorry, Varis. Are you alright, honeypie?" Her southern accent was laced with concern. There was a reason why everyone referred to her as the office mom, she couldn't help but fuss over everyone. But right now, her examination of him was anything but comforting to the wolf. For some reason she's been giving him much more attention lately. "I-I'm fine, Mrs. Duvar." Varis stammered, looking up at the bear and feeling so small right then and there. It certainly didn't help that she was a foot taller, had some serious muscle under her blazer, or that she was almost ten years his senior. Today, after wearing a... some protection for the first time since he was a little pup, he just felt a bit vulnerable around her. "Well, if you're sure, Varis," she said with a smile, at first starting to reach for him as though she were going to give him a hug, but quickly yanking her arms back down to her sides. Then her gaze turned to something past him, and she let out a happy squeal. "Is that my little unofficial niece I see?" Walking around him, Varis saw that she was making a beeline for an excited Eliza. The croc smiled and allowed Angelica to scoop the bunny up into her arms in a cradled position. Compared to Angelica, Eliza looked like she was the size of an actual toddler! Varis shuddered before heading into his office, pointedly ignoring her giggles and happy squeaks of laughter. He took a deep breath as he shut the door, and thus shut out any intrusive thoughts that have absolutely nothing to do with what is clearly just his misdiagnosis and some stress. He looked around his office, feeling comforted by the rather spartan and bland beige room with a single small window to the outside world. Some would call his office tiny, or maybe even cramped, but it was large enough for a small bookcase and his desk. Most importantly, it wasn't a cubicle. Taking a seat at his desk, he fired up his computer, and got to work. ... Only to be interrupted about five minutes later from a knock at his door. "Come in," he called, quickly saving and closing the document he was working on. In walked Josh, who was carrying a trio of three-ring-binders. "Here ya go, buddy," he said, once the door was closed, setting them on the desk. Varis noticed that the croc seemed a bit annoyed. "Something happen?" Josh turned to make sure the door was closed. "Doc Juniper came through for some kind of meeting and saw Angie booping Eliza's nose and making her giggle. He started in on his talk about 'professionalism' and 'this is a place of work, not a daycare', and actually said right then and there that he does not approve of bringing children, even overgrown ones, to work with us!" Josh snorted, while Varis cringed. Purely out of care for his friend, and not because he found Doc Juniper's opinions on MSers disheartening. "I mean, of course I was going to take her to the company daycare! It's not like I was going to set her up in a playpen in the empty cubicle next to mine!" "W-well, we gotta remember that Doc is from a different era, and they didn't understand... uhm... the condition as well as we do today," Varis mumbled noncommittally while looking away. "Maybe." Josh sighed. "But it's not like I have much of a choice. Daycare is expensive, and there's none near enough that could let me drop her off and get to work on time. Plus... I'm always worried she could end up getting picked on, or maybe a daycare worker will be mean to her. I know Marla and Shelly here at the company daycare, and I know that they would never do, or let anything happen to Eliza." Josh shook his head, seemingly shaking off the negativity, before whipping out his phone and holding it up for Varis to see, a huge excited grin on his face. "I forgot to mention, I got some more pictures of Eliza being adorable!" Varis was then subjected to three pictures of the bunny girl in a high chair, mushed food around her mouth and on her cheeks, two of her in her crib, in a pink footed sleeper, clearly napping, seven of her playing in different outfits, the majority of which were legless onesies, and a picture of her with some more MSers, also dressed in baby clothes, at a park, seemingly chasing each other. She looks happy at least, Varis thought with a pang of guilt in his chest. Even back in high school, she was sporty... does she think back to those days? When she was the captain of the volleyball team? Before her diagnosis? Varis shook himself out of his thoughts. "--of course, it turned out that she just had a bit of a diaper rash. I really needed to check her sooner, my poor princess." Josh was still gushing about his ex fiance. Varis wondered how the big goofy crocodile could actually go through with taking care of her like this? Would Mira start treating me like that? Like I was a... baby? Varis had to force his tail to untuck itself before Josh noticed. He reasoned that there was no point in wondering about that, as things will never come to that situation. Simple as that. With Josh's need to share about 'little' Eliza's latest doings and goings-ons that Varis was pretty much just nodding and agreeing while getting back to work, finished, the croc left him to get to his own project. With Josh gone, Varis started to open up the binders and cross-check different numbers and dates. "Huh," he said under his breath, "that's odd." He continued to scour through the binders and files on his screen right up until lunchtime. Is someone embezzling? Varis pondered, heading towards the door, his sack lunch in paw. He walked into the break room and found most of the tables to be fully occupied. Though Josh did wave him over to a seat at the table he and Angelica were at. Varis made his way over there and sat down, quickly opening up his brown paper bag. "Why are you sucking on your thumb?" Bob from over in R&D asked, the middle-aged capybara wearing a very unconvincing toupe. "Huh?" Varis asked, once it dawned on him that he was who the question was directed at. Realizing that his thumb was indeed planted in his mouth he started to panic. "Uh... I... forgot my lunch and had to go back and get it and accidentally slammed it in the door," Varis said, pulling his thumb out and wiping it on his pants. "Oh." Bob turned back back to his plate of pasta, back to being disinterested. "Aww, want me to go get an ice pack, sweetie?" Angelica asked, scooting her seat closer to his own, looking worried. "N-no, Mrs. Duvar, I'm ok, I swear," Varis insisted. "Okay, but between bumping into me and falling over today and then hurting your thumb like that, you need to be much more careful!" Varis felt his ears splay flat on his head while he hung his head in shame, not really sure why. "Y-yes, Mrs. Duvar," he mumbled. He felt her pull him into a hug and nuzzle the top of his headfur. "That's alright, sweetheart! And please, just call me Angie!" The motherly grizzly released him after he agreed to do just that. He had decided on a simple light lunch that day, just a yogurt and a bottle of apple juice. Grateful that there was some good office gossip to help get his mind off of things, especially since it involved the lunch thief and talk about having a camera installed to watch the employee fridge, Varis started to forget about his little social faux pas. The topic changed to another office mystery, who was it that accidentally dinged Doc Juniper's car door? From there, after a few guesses were made regarding possible culprits, the topic shifted again to some new show about a murder mystery and zombies that Varis had yet to actually start watching. "Oh, sweetie, I swear, you remind me of my nephew," Angelica laughed while grabbing a napkin. The wolf was a bit confused as to what she meant, and why she was looking at him, when she started to use the napkin to wipe his muzzle. "A-Angie!" Varis sputtered, only to see that there was some of his pink yogurt on the napkin. "What?" Angelica giggled at his reaction. "I swear, the way you eat, you could really use a bib!" It was then that Varis remembered that Angelica's nephew, Pete, had Miner's Syndrome. "O-oh, uh, excuse me," he said, grabbing another napkin from the dispenser and getting up to head to the nearest restroom. Looking in the mirror above the sink, he saw that he had some yogurt on his chin, his left cheek, some partially cleaned off his right cheek thanks to Angie, and even a little on the tip of his nose. "This... I was just distracted," he said, a slight whine to his voice. He cleaned off his muzzle at the sink before heading back to the table to grab his unopened juice. "Oh, Varis, I wanted to apologize for--" Angie started before he cut her off. "It's all good, Angie. I was distracted because of this report, that's all. And I really need to get back to it." "O-oh, alright, sweetie." The grizzly looked a little unsure, but Varis just wanted to get back to his office. Once the door was closed behind him, he started to calm down a bit, taking a seat back at his desk. After he cracked open the bottle of juice and took a sip to help further steady his nerves, he got right back to work... or at least, he tried to. However, when he took a sip of the juice, some trickled down the side of his mouth and down his chin. He took another drink, and the same thing happened. Concentrating hard on drinking his juice, Varis managed to gulp the entire thing down, only to feel a few stray drops go down his neck. ... No... this isn't... it's all just stress! That's it! He started to look at the binders again, grabbing some tissues from the tissue box on his desk to clean around his mouth and chin and neck first. But, he soon found himself re-reading the same few lines repeatedly. Shaking his head, Varis began to register the fact that he was squirming in his seat a bit. It was right after that that he understood. He really, REALLY, needed to pee. He got up and almost ran to the nearest restroom, grateful that it was empty. He found himself fumbling with his zipper at the urinal, but soon was relieving himself. Unfortunately, after finishing up, that's when he spotted the, albeit small but still noticeable, wet patch around his zipper. Quickly checking that the door was locked, Varis thought fast, and walked over to the blow dryer. "Just a stressful day, th-that's all!" Varis insisted, trying to sound confident as he looked at his reflection, desperately trying to speed up the process of drying his pants. But the expression on his mirror double's face looked as doubtful of that claim as part of him felt.

Hi there, readers! I'm here with a little one-off inspired by the picture and story in the following link https://www.furaffinity.net/view/7854418/ . The picture was drawn by Oni-kun for Seifer, who wrote the story, and included a character from a friend of theirs that they lent to them. Thank you so much, Seifer, for letting me write out this story that yours and the pic sparked in my mind! And to everyone reading, I hope that you all enjoy it! The Games We Play by Panther Cub Ibilisi laid there on the grass, glaring at her squadmates. She could hear snickers and laughter coming from the crowd behind her, but she paid them no attention. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her fellow cheerleaders expectantly. "Well? Don't keep me waiting, dammit! You wanted this to happen, so you get to deal with it!" The it she was referring to was the fully loaded diaper, a Poopers' Brand no less, on display for all to see wrapped snugly around her waist. Despite having addressed the entire squad, she instead zeroed in on the vixen responsible for her current situation. I can't believe that Sheila was able to trick me! She's a damn idiot! As she was thinking this, she looked over to the open pack of diapers, proudly displaying the brand name, as well as the tub of wipes and the canister of baby powder that were all set up right next to her. "You pooping yourself is not my problem," Sheila said with a scoff, looking away, only to see that the other girls in their little group were icily looking at her. "What?! Don't tell me that you all think I should be the one to... change her!" It was after saying that a realization sparked to life in the cougar's mind. Wait a second... Sheila is an idiot! "It seems to me, Sheila, that it's only fair that you clean up your own mess," Ibi said with a smirk. The vixen whipped around to scowl at Ibi. "I don't think you're going to be acting so smug when the pictures people have taken and are still taking start making their rounds. You can pretend that you're not humiliated, but you, me, and everyone else here knows otherwise!" Sheila put her paws on her hips, swishing her tail with a self-congratulatory grin on her muzzle, which was quickly whipped away when Ibi rolled her eyes and snorted. "The worst that could possibly happen with this little prank of yours has already happened, Sheila," Ibi stated matter of factly with a smirk. "And sure, people will joke and laugh and bring up me filling my diaper in front from time to time, but in the end, that will fade. Someone will do something else to get everyone's attention, and then another, and then another." "So?" Sheila asked, trying to maintain her haughty attitude, and failing. "So... what if it didn't end? At least not right away." Ibi fought to maintain her cool and aloof demeanor. She may have fallen for Sheila's trap earlier, but she was still a veteran when it came to laying her own. "What do you mean?" Sheila asked, looking back at the other girls, who all seemed just as confused as she did. "What I mean is this. You clean up your mess right here and now, and not only will I continue to wear a diaper for the rest of the game, as we agreed, but I'll also be willing to make another, similar bet." She watched as Sheila stepped forward cautiously, but curiously. "What kind of bet?" As the vixen's tail slowly began to swish back and forth in excitement, Ibi knew that the bait had been taken. "If our team manages to win, I'll stay in diapers for all of next week. If they lose, you'll be the one to wear them. All week long." The vixen rubbed her chin as she mulled this over. "Well, that sounds like more of a risk for me than for you," Sheila said, crossing her arms and turning her nose up, surprising the cougar. "What?" Damn! Ibi thought. "You just said that the worst has already happened for you. People saw you in a diaper, that you pooped, and, if I agree to take this deal, will then have changed, right here in front of a stadium of witnesses! A week wearing diapers to school is nothing compared to that!" Sheila huffed, irritating Ibi. "Fine then, a month. And the winner gets to pick outfits for the loser to wear!" Even if she somehow lost, which didn't seem likely due to their team's performance so far, Ibi could do a month in diapers and ugly or humiliating clothes easily. Grinning internally, she knew she could make anything look good. "Yeah, no. That's not good enough for me. How about..." Sheila began to scratch her chin while looking thoughtful, her tail still swishing with excitement. "Loser has to wear diapers for the rest of the game season, as well as becomes the cheerleading squad's unofficial mascot, with all of us on the squad getting to be the loser's babysitters, pick outfits for said loser, and regularly check to see if they need a diaper change." At this, the other girls started to smile and whisper to each other in excitement. "O-oh, really?" Ibi tried to think about how confident she actually was that their school's team was going to lose this game. "Unless, of course, you don't think you can do it?" That got Ibi's attention, and indeed, her entire focus, on the smug grin Sheila was now sporting. "Which is understandable for a little Pawper-packer like yourself." So she thinks she's going to get me to chicken out?! We'll see about that! Ibi let her bitchy nature take over again. It helped see her through what would have been the most humiliating moment of a weaker girl's life, and it'll help her again. "Well then, why stop at just the end of the season? Why not until the end of the school year?" Ibi practically snarled. "How about the rest of this year and all of next?" The other cheerleaders couldn't believe that they were witnessing Sheila and Ibi haggle over how long the loser of their next bet would have to be in diapers. Most were amazed at how she tried to remain intimidating while laying there on the grass, next to the changing supplies, still waiting on a diaper change. "All the way through to graduation night!" Ibi said. That made the vixen pause, as though she only just now considered how much time in diapers that would be, and the considerable power that the winner could have over the loser. She looked pensive as she turned to look at their school's team, spotting her boyfriend talking to some of the other players on the sidelines. Ibi wasn't sure how much longer halftime was going to be, but it couldn't be much longer. That was when she thought of one more card she could play. The cougar followed Sheila's line of sight and caught the eye of the vixen's leopard boyfriend. She waved to him while winking suggestively. He looked at her confused, before he smiled and waved back. Diaper or not, Ibi was still practically a professional when it came to flirting. Sheila could see that he was looking away from her and realized just who he was waving at. Her tail bushed out and she had to bite back an angry yip. "DEAL!" Sheila dropped to her knees in front of Ibi and grabbed the container of wipes as well as a fresh diaper, making a big show of fluffing it out. Ibi, the crowd nearest them, several players, and the rest of their cheer squad, watched as the vixen tore both tapes and, with one paw, gathered up Ibilisi's legs at the ankles. Ibi couldn't help but blush a little from some sounds of disgust once her diaper was opened, and chose not to look down. She let out a sigh as she spotted a few people in the stands with their phones out to snap some more pictures and record her public diaper change. The cougar was surprised at how thorough Sheila was during the process. She used the front half of the diaper to clean up most of the mess, setting it aside. She then set about using a couple pawfuls of wipes to rigorously continue cleaning Ibi's bottom and other affected areas. She took a moment to use her free paw to ball them all up into the used diaper and tape it shut. Sheila slid the clean diaper under Ibi's bottom, and proceeded to give her a very liberal dusting of baby powder. After her legs were lowered and her front was also dusted, the front of the diaper was pulled up, and the tapes snugly attached. After taking a second to check the leg gathers, Ibilisi was rolled onto her side, so that Sheila could then affix the tape right above the tail. With that, she gave Ibi's padded bottom a hearty slap, signifying that the change was over, and smiling a little from the puff of powder that escaped as a result. "No different from when I have to babysit... well, aside from the size that is. Anyways, I think you're a big enough girl to be trusted to put her own skirt back on... for now," Sheila said in a sickeningly sweet voice used for very small children. She grabbed the balled up used diaper and carried it over to a nearby trash can, before jogging off to a nearby restroom. Ibi assumed it was so the vixen in question could wash her paws. Ibi blushed a little as she fastened her skirt back on, shooting the milling other cheerleaders a death glare. They scurried back to their squad's proper spot. As she started walking back towards them, crinkling a little as she did so, Ibi started to wonder if she'd made a mistake. "... Nah," she muttered to herself, ignoring the laughs she got as she picked up her pom-poms. "There's no way our team's going to win this one." * * * HOW COULD THEY WIN?! THEY FUMBLED ALMOST EVERY FREAKIN' PASS FOR THE FIRST HALF OF THE DAMN GAME!!! Ibi was livid, and blushing furiously as she heard the coos and excited chatter about what adorable outfits they could pick for her coming from her own squadmates. Her sour mood and the growing feeling of dread was a stark contrast to the players and fans in the stand celebrating the landslide, come-from-behind victory. When it became apparent that their team was going to win, Ibi had started to panic internally, not being helped by Sheila constantly catching her eye and grinning at her. Maybe she could talk Sheila out of this bet somehow... "Hey everyone! It looks like our squad's got a new mascot, Baby Ibilisi!" Ibi turned around to see Sheila holding the bullhorn that she was only supposed to use to help pump up the crowd or lead them in a cheer! The vixen seemed to be doing just that, as she practically skipped right over to the speechless cougar and, in one fluid motion, whipped Ibi's skirt off before throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Little Ibi here promised that if our team won, she was going to wear diapers all the way to graduation! Now that's dedication and some serious school spirit!" The stands erupted into cheers, and Ibi stood there, the rest of her squadmates practically beaming with elation, she forced a confident smirk and waved to the crowd. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that she was going to make Sheila pay. Monday Morning... Ibi confidently strode through the school's front doors, ignoring whispers and laughs she could hear from her peers as she passed. Any she fixed with a glare immediately shut up, bringing a smile to her face, despite the faint crinkling that came from under her skirt as she walked, albeit with a slight waddle. She was determined not to let this little setback ruin her meticulously crafted social life, nor let Sheila think for a moment that she won. The cougar may have lost the bet, but she would be damned before she would show a shred of weakness in front of that airheaded vixen. So what if she was stuck in diapers for the foreseeable future? Heading towards the locker room, her ears picking up on the faint sounds of excited chatter and giggles coming from her squad mates, she smirked. If they thought for one moment that her being the squad's unofficial baby mascot would mean she would no longer be calling the shots, or that she would be acting more meek, they were dead wrong. She pulled the double doors open and walked inside, her tail swishing as she entered her full bitch mode once again. She came to a stop just as the room fell silent, her paws on her hips. She looked at her squadmates, glowering at them as if to dare them to say anything about what they all knew she was wearing at that moment. Most quickly became uncomfortable and looked away, the exception not being at all a surprise to the cougar. "There she is!" Sheila practically skipped over to a duffel bag set on the ground near Ibi's locker. Ibilisi simply raised an eyebrow while crossing her arms, silently waiting for Sheila to continue. "Well don't be shy, little Ibi." Sheila spoke with a coo as she reached down and unzipped the bag, pulling out what at first Ibi thought was their cheer uniform. It was a bit wrong though, as the top and the skirt were connected, with an odd extra flap of cloth hanging down, clearly coming from within the skirt itself. On the chest was a print of a pacifier, almost identical to the one that was clipped to the top of the outfit, dangling from a pink lanyard. Ibi cringed internally as she realized what she was looking at, ensuring to maintain a cool outer demeanor. "Isn't it cute? We chipped in and got this made custom onesie just for you! And the skirt is even detachable, to make diaper changes easier," Sheila said, practically beaming with excitement as she pulled the skirt off, which Ibi only now realized was much shorter than their usual uniform skirts. "Well, that is pretty adorable, although I am curious about where you got it from," Ibilisi said after a moment of thinking it over. Like back at the game, the other cheerleaders looked at each other, confused at Ibilisi's response. Instead of humiliation or outright rage at the prospect of being made to wear such an infantile outfit, the cougar simply smiled and removed her skirt, revealing the padding underneath. "Uh, w-what are you doing, Ibi?" Shela asked this, also confused, and more than a little annoyed. She had been certain that this would have gotten more of a reaction out of the bitchy cougar. "We need to make sure it fits, don't we?" Ibi stated this simply, like she was talking about the weather. She unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her in just her pink bra and puffy white diaper. After folding up her clothes, she stepped over to the annoyed vixen and stood there expectantly. "Well?" Ibi asked, annoyed, once more putting her paws on her hips. "Well, what?" Sheila asked, confused. "In our deal, we agreed that the loser would be the squad's baby mascot, with all the other squadmates acting as the loser's babysitters," Ibi said with a bored tone, rolling her eyes. Sheila frowned, not liking the attitude she was getting. "Yeah?" Ibi rolled her eyes again and began to speak slowly, like she was talking to a child. "Since when do babies dress themselves?" Sheila scowled at that. "Fine!" She motioned for Ibi to raise her arms, to which the cougar was more than happy to comply, and then began to pull the onesie on her charge. Ibi's head popped through the neck hole, and her arms through the arm holes of the tanktop upper part. She looked down, being surprised a little when the pacifier was shoved into her mouth. "Be a good girl and keep that in for now for big sis Sheila, and maybe you'll get a special treat later," Sheila said, her tail wagging as she saw a slight blush on Ibi's face. The cougar complied, regaining her composure while Sheila made a show of taking a moment to check her diaper, before tugging the flap up over the front and snapping the buttons connecting it into place. It was a slightly snug fit, but Ibi found that it at least wasn't too tight. Sheila then clipped the skirt part back on, and Sheila saw that her earlier assessment was correct, it was a much shorter skirt than their usual uniform ones. This little piece of fabric barely covered the top third of the padded bulge around her waist, making it very clear to anyone looking just what Ibi was wearing. "Oh good, we got the measurements correct! Now we can order some more cute outfits!" Sheila gushed, grinning up at Ibi, while some of the now snickering other girls started to take pics of the babified cougar. Ibi saw that Sheila wasn't ready to back down, and she most certainly wasn't going to either. She really wants to commit to this game? Then so be it. "I'm glad, Sheila," Ibi said, spitting her brand new binky out, taking a dominant stand with her arms crossed. "I can't wait to see what other cute outfit ideas you all can come up with." The other cheerleaders were starting to look confused, due in no small part to the fact that even dressed in large baby clothes, Ibi seemed to radiate authority. As Ibi looked on, she could see that a few of the other girls realized that they had been poking a sleeping cougar alpha bitch who, despite wearing a diaper and onesie, was wide awake and more than a little intimidating with the grin on her muzzle. "Alright girls, I hope you're all pumped and bringing your A-game today. Our pyramid collapsing like that during Saturday's game was inexcusable and pathetic! We're going to be doing drills today, again and again and again. In fact, we're going to keep doing them each day until we can form a pyramid blindfolded and asleep. Am I understood?" "Uh, actually, little Ibi, I thought--" Sheila started, only to be cut off. "Thought what? That because of my new role that my old one as captain would suddenly be yours?" Ibi let out a chuckle at that, making Sheila's tail bush out in anger. "I don't think so. All that's really changed now is that you all are responsible for dressing me and changing my diapers, as far as I'm concerned. And everyone, be sure to thank Sheila for this new changeup for our squad. None of this would be possible without her." With that, Ibilisi gathered up her blouse and skirt and folded them, quickly putting them into her locker. She gave the other girls a wave before exiting to head to class, not at all acting concerned about her new outfit. All the while, the rest of the squad was glaring daggers at Sheila, who at first looked bewildered, and then annoyed. Without saying it outright, Ibilisi had challenged Sheila to a new game, to see who would break first and ask for this whole thing to be called off. "Ball's in your court, Sheila," Ibi muttered under her breath as she let her bitch mode take over again, not bothering to acknowledge any of the other students who stopped to stare. Epilogue... "Will you hurry it up? I don't want to be late!" Ibi complained from the pink changing mat she was laying on, her legs being held up by Sheila, who was in the middle of using one paw to deftly ball up the used diaper. She set it off to the side and grabbed the baby powder, giving the cougar's bottom a good dusting. "Hey, I'm not the one who picked right now to poop themselves, baby butt!" Sheila snapped, dusting the front of Ibi's diaper area, before setting her legs back down and pulling the front of the fresh diaper up. "You wanted this to happen," Ibi said, the pink plush wolf toy in her arms. However, internally, she was feeling anxious. Not that she would let Sheila see it. Ibi rolled over once the taped on the front were secured, so that Sheila could secure the last one above her tail. With the ever familiar pat to her padded posterior, Ibi began to get up. Currently, she was just wearing a bright yellow t-shirt with the words Big Stinker on the front, and her new diaper. Once Sheila had tossed the balled up one into a nearby trash can, she then helped Ibi put on her dark blue cap and gown, a match to Sheila's own. "Alright, let's get this over with," Sheila said with an annoyed huff, taking Ibi by the paw, and leading her out of the ladies' room. They walked back to their seats, the vixen clearly annoyed that the names were already being called. "You just had to cut it so close," she hissed under her breath. Part of Ibi wanted to pop her thumb in her mouth, but instead kept it on her wolf plush. "When you have to go, you have to go," Ibi said simply, feigning a smug grin. When she heard her name being called, she passed the wolf to Sheila, who simply rolled her eyes and took it, before making her way up the stage. She flashed a confident smile as she looked out on her classmates, giving Sheila a wink. Inside, however, she felt a growing sense of dread. Sometime during the last year, she had found that she would start to have accidents. It started during the night as she slept, which the cougar was quick to write off. But then they started to become more frequent, and would sometimes even happen in the daytime when she was too focused, to suddenly realize she needed to go very badly. After that, she would start to wet or mess without even realizing she was doing it. Sheila and the other girls from their squad had thought she was doing it without telling them just to be a little more difficult. And as graduation had approached, the prideful cougar had found herself stuck in a rather unique situation. She and Sheila both refused to back down, and so Ibilisi couldn't allow for a moment of weakness to be shown. But, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she was gradually losing control of her potty training. After today is over, this whole thing will be over, and I can just switch back to non-disposable underwear soon, she thought to herself, accepting her diploma. She held it up with a look of triumph on her face as she looked directly at Sheila once more. As she started to step off the stage and head back to her seat, however, Ibi realized that her diaper was no longer crinkling, but instead was making a soft squish as she walked, signifying she'd wet herself. Maybe after a little adjustment period... As she walked, a certain vixen watched, almost missing her own name being called. She could see that Ibi was walking with a slightly more pronounced waddle, and she was trying to hide a blush. Sheila got up and passed the stuffed wolf to Ibi, who quickly took it, trying to look annoyed. But the gears were starting to turn in Sheila's head. Heading up the steps of the stage, the vixen's tail began to slowly wag. The vixen grinned as she accepted her diploma, looking for and quickly spotting Ibi, who had her thumb in her mouth. Their little game wasn't over yet, and it might be heading into overtime. And there you have it folks! This was a fun little one-shot!

Awww, dangit! I guess I missed the part where she was caught. I remember her going into hiding...

Okay, I'm calling it now. The Kelly girl not only is the hacker who is doing all of this to Beth, but is also, actually, her mother's sister that went missing when their mother's crimes came to light publicly! She got the rejuvenation treatment (I feel like there was a LOT of foreshadowing in this chapter about that) and even got some kind of nanite plastic surgery procedure to make herself look completely different and is targeting Beth (and now with Connor/Carly on her radar as well) to get back at her sister! How close am I? Close enough to get a treat? 🥺👼😈

Awww, well, at least the big ol bear came up with something that can help save not only his job but Hunter too much further embarrassment... hopefully.

But what about the grandmothering instincts?! Narrows Eyes in Suspicion

Could Stacy have made nanites to give her kids superpowers?!