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Treachery and Tumbleweeds By Horatio Husky Commissioned by AnnaNapps Chapter One The Gulch The morning sun spilled across Brass Gulch, painting the bustling frontier town in shades of gold and copper. The air carried a faint metallic tang from the network of steam pipes crisscrossing the buildings, their occasional hisses and puffs a constant reminder of the town’s industrious, steampunk soul. Wooden sidewalks creaked underfoot as residents and travelers hurried about their business, and wagon wheels clattered over cobblestone streets. Above it all, the Brass Fountain gushed a glittering arc of water into the air, its spray catching the light like tiny jewels. Though the town’s residents knew not to drink from it, the occasional traveler might be convinced to take a few sips from the fresh flowing water as a mark of good luck, only to find themselves waddling around babbling nonsense only a few minutes later as the tinged contents reduced their limbs and thoughts to that of one much more docile and giddy. The town was alive with the clamor of commerce. Merchants shouted over the din, their stalls overflowing with goods ranging from exotic fabrics to intricate clockwork trinkets. A blacksmith’s hammer rang out from a nearby forge, the rhythmic clang melding with the lively chatter of townsfolk. Urchins darted through the square, their laughter weaving through the chaos as they played tag around the towering fountain. At the center of it all, Sparky, the sheriff of Brass Gulch, walked with an air of quiet authority. She was a fennec fox, her sandy-colored fur shining in the morning light, her enormous ears twitching as she picked up snippets of conversation from all directions. Dressed in a sleeveless leather vest over a crisp white shirt, a turquoise tie neatly knotted at her throat, and leather chaps that framed the front and back of her thick, plainly visible diaper, she struck a striking figure. The attire, bold even by the town’s standards, was both practical and declarative: Sparky was proud, unflinching, and entirely in control. She adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and continued her patrol, the polished brass of her badge catching the sunlight. Her boots clunked rhythmically against the wooden planks, and her sharp eyes scanned the street for signs of trouble. Sparky knew the rhythms of Brass Gulch well, knew how to read its moods like a familiar tune, and something about this morning felt off. Not wrong, exactly, but a little off. Her instincts had been honed over years of keeping order in this chaotic, ever-growing town, and she trusted them implicitly. Ahead, the Brass Gulch Jailhouse loomed, its sturdy walls built of dark ironwood reinforced with brass-plated steel. A pair of copper steam vents flanked the entrance, hissing softly as Sparky pushed through the heavy door. Inside, the familiar scent of polished metal and faint lavender greeted her. The cells were unorthodox for a jail, each equipped with padded cribs instead of bunks, their occupants given basic comforts alongside the occasional meal laced with just enough regression water to keep them placid. Most detainees left as humbled as they were clean, though some were denied changes to let their new situation properly set in. Behind the desk sat Griggs, her deputy, a massive grizzly bear whose imposing size was matched only by his gentle demeanor. He was hunched over a ledger, his clawed fingers scratching notes in neat rows. “Mornin’, Sheriff.” Griggs rumbled without looking up. His voice was deep and steady, as dependable as the man himself. “New one in Cell Three. Caught him swipin’ gears from the clockmaker’s shop.” Sparky raised an eyebrow as she walked to the desk, her ears flicking toward the cells down the hall. “Gears, huh? Not the most creative heist I’ve heard of. What’s his story?” Griggs looked up, his warm brown eyes meeting hers. “Young raccoon. Cocky. Says he was ‘borrowing.’” Sparky’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Let me guess… He didn’t have a return date in mind.” “Nope.” Griggs replied with a soft chuckle. “But I’ll let you hear it from him.” Sparky nodded and made her way to the back of the jailhouse, her boots clinking softly against the polished stone floor. The cells were mostly empty, save for Cell Three, where a wiry raccoon lounged in a padded crib like it was a throne. His striped tail flicked lazily causing the rather soggy diaper affixed to his waist to crinkle distinctly, and his sharp eyes gleamed with amusement as he saw her approach. “Well, if it ain’t the sheriff herself.” He drawled, a sly grin spreading across his face as his tone shifted to a higher pitch. “Come to tuck me in?” “Not unless you ask nicely.” Sparky replied dryly, crossing her arms. “Got quite the nerve, stealing from the clockmaker.” “Stealing’s a strong word.” The raccoon replied smoothly, his diction surprisingly clear given the dose of regression water he should have been under the effects of. Sitting up, he spread his dark paws in mock innocence. “I was jus’ borrowin’. Didn’ think them gears were such a big deal.” “Everything’s a big deal when it belongs to someone else.” Sparky shot back, her tone firm but calm. “You’ll have time to think about that while you’re here.” The raccoon’s grin didn’t falter, but his tail flicked a little faster as he drew a pastel blue blanket over himself. “Well, I guess I’ll just make myself at home then, Sheriff. Thanks for the hospitality.” Sparky didn’t respond, turning on her heel and heading back to the front desk. “He’s too relaxed for his own good.” She muttered to Griggs. “Keep an eye on him. Double his dose” “Already have.” Griggs replied with a tone of exasperation barely concealed in his grumble. His large, heavy paws steady on the desk as he continued. “Not sure if triplin’ or quadruplin’ the dose is a good idea either. He’s already had two changes this morning.” Sparky faltered at this, turning to gaze back at the rows of cells as she considered this fact. She turned back, continuing as she motioned with a paw for the bear to go ahead and increase the dose. “Do so anyway. I think he wants me to think he’s harmless… We’ll see.” As Sparky stepped back into the sunlight, the town seemed different. The clamor of voices in the square had grown softer, replaced by hushed conversations and furtive glances. She paused, her ears swiveling as she picked up snippets of murmured words: “Bandits,” “trouble near the mines,” “more than last time.” Her tail flicked sharply behind her as she scanned the crowd, her sharp eyes narrowing. Brass Gulch had seen its share of bandits before, roving gangs armed with weapons designed to fire regression water to pacify their victims. But this felt different. Bigger. Sparky adjusted her hat and started walking again, her boots clicking steadily against the boardwalk. - = - = - The desert stretched out like an endless sea of sand and stone, the golden horizon rippling in the heat. Sparky adjusted the straps of her saddle and glanced at the small group of townsfolk gathered by the edge of Brass Gulch to see her off. The trouble near the mines had stirred up plenty of whispers, and while most residents were wary of the dangers out there, they trusted her to handle it. It was a sheriff’s duty to step into the fire when others hesitated. Her mount, a sleek, muscular desert rat named Annie, shuffled under her. Annie’s fur was short and bristly, a brilliant white streaked with a few pink patches on her belly. Her large paws were perfect for scrambling over rocky terrain, and her long, whip-like tail swished impatiently. Sparky patted her broad neck as she settled into the cushioned saddle, its padding thick enough to cradle her diapered bottom snugly. She gave a light tug on the reins, the motion accompanied by the faint crinkle of her own garment beneath her chaps. “All right, girl.” She murmured. “Let’s see what these bandits are up to.” Annie let out a low squeak and surged forward, her powerful legs propelling them across the desert in a smooth, loping gait. The ride was surprisingly comfortable, the saddle designed to distribute the jostling motion evenly. Sparky allowed herself a brief moment of appreciation for the clever engineering before her focus returned to the task ahead. The mines weren’t far, maybe an hour’s ride at Annie’s pace, but the terrain grew rougher the closer they got. Jagged outcroppings of rock jutted from the ground like the broken ribs of some ancient beast, and the air carried the faint metallic tang of exposed ore. As they crested a low hill, Sparky spotted the entrance to the mines below. A yawning black mouth rimmed with rusted scaffolding and abandoned equipment. The place looked deserted, but her instincts told her otherwise. She slowed Annie to a halt and slid down from the saddle, her boots crunching against the rocky ground. Sparky adjusted her hat and unsnapped the holster on her hip, her fingers brushing the polished brass handle of her revolver: The Tranquilizer. She crouched low, her ears swiveling as she scanned the area. The faint sound of shifting rocks reached her ears, and she froze, her eyes narrowing. “Come out nice and slow.” She called, her voice steady but firm. “No one needs to get hurt.” For a moment, there was silence. Then, the air erupted in a cacophony of shouts and movement. From behind the rocks and shadows emerged four figures: two raccoons, an armadillo, and a spiky desert lizard. They wore patched-up gear and dusty clothing, their diapers unmistakable under their loose trousers and skirts. One raccoon’s garment was decorated with frayed ribbons, while the armadillo’s sagged noticeably, as though it hadn’t been changed in a while. The lizard’s diaper was thicker than the rest, the bulky padding forcing his legs into a slight waddle as he moved. “Well, well,” Drawled one of the raccoons, twirling a small, makeshift pistol in his nimble fingers. “If it ain’t Sheriff Sparky herself, come ter pay us a visit.” Sparky straightened, her hand hovering near her revolver. “I don’t suppose you’d like to do this the easy way and come quietly?” The armadillo let out a low chuckle, his voice gravelly. “Sorry, Sheriff. We’re more pahr-tial to the fun way.” Without warning, the lizard raised a strange, tube-like contraption and fired. Sparky ducked, the liquid shot from the weapon missing her by inches and splattering harmlessly against a rock. She rolled to the side, drawing her revolver and firing a single shot. The brass projectile burst mid-air, releasing a mist of water that caught the armadillo in the chest. He staggered, blinking as his expression turned vacant, and he dropped his weapon with a clatter. “Anyone else?” Sparky asked, rising to her feet and training her revolver on the others. But the bandits weren’t about to make it easy. Both raccoons rushed her, zigzagging to avoid her aim, while the lizard fired another shot. This time, the water grazed Sparky’s arm, leaving a cold, tingling sensation in its wake. She gritted her teeth and fired again, catching one of the raccoons in the leg. He stumbled, his cocky grin fading as his movements grew sluggish. The other raccoon was quicker, darting around her and firing a tiny dart-like projectile. It struck her squarely in the back, the liquid payload spreading instantly. Sparky gasped as a wave of dizziness washed over her. She stumbled, her grip on The Tranquilizer faltering. “No…” She muttered, shaking her head in an effort to clear it. But her movements were already sluggish, her mind fogging over like a clouded mirror. The lizard and remaining raccoon closed in, their weapons firing in quick succession. Another shot struck Sparky in the shoulder, then one on her thigh, and finally a direct hit to her chest. The regression water soaked into her shirt, the potent formula taking hold almost immediately. Sparky’s knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground, her revolver slipping from her grasp. Her thoughts unraveled into a haze of warmth and simplicity. The sharp, commanding edge of her personality melted away, leaving only the soft, unguarded core. She tried to lift her head, but it lolled to the side, her eyes glazed and unfocused. The lizard crouched beside her, his spiked tail swishing as he examined her with a toothy grin. “Looks like the sheriff’s taking a little nap,” He sneered, poking at her cheek. “Good thing she’s properly padded, eh?” The raccoon with the ribbons crouched down as well, his own diaper crinkling loudly. “She’s gonna be drooling for a good while! We should haul her back to camp and figure out what to do with her.” The bandits exchanged gleeful laughs as they worked together to tie Sparky’s hands and hoist her onto the lizard’s broad back. Sparky’s body was limp, her mind a placid, vacant pool of simple thoughts. She could feel the gentle swaying as they carried her off, but it registered only faintly, like a distant memory she couldn’t quite grasp. Her captors didn’t notice the faint glint of brass just a few feet from where she’d fallen, the forgotten revolver lying in the dust, waiting for its moment to be reclaimed. As Sparky’s consciousness continued to fade, the last thing she saw was Annie, sprinting away back to town, the bottoms of her pink paws flashing in the sunlight as she made her panicked escape. - = - = - The dim light of the mines flickered and danced on the rough walls as the bandits made their way deeper into the labyrinth of tunnels, carrying their incapacitated prize. Sparky hung limply over the spiked desert lizard’s back, her ears drooping and her eyes half-lidded, a faint glaze still clouding her once sharp gaze. Her mind was swimming in an unfamiliar haze, an odd, comfortable fog that dulled her senses and left her helpless to resist the bandits' plans. The group of outlaws finally arrived at their camp, nestled in a large cavern illuminated by hanging lanterns and the faint, bioluminescent glow of moss creeping up the walls. Piles of stolen goods littered the area: crates of food, barrels of water, and shiny trinkets pilfered from the townsfolk of Brass Gulch. At the center of the cavern stood an oversized contraption, equal parts ridiculous and unsettling, a massive baby bouncer, its frame constructed from rusted steel beams with springs that looked sturdy enough to hold even the lizard. The bandits set Sparky down on a tattered blanket and began preparing her “seat.” The raccoon with the frayed ribbons fussed over the bouncer, testing the springs with a delighted giggle. “She’s gonna look real cute in this,” he snickered, motioning to the others. “Get her all snug while I finish setting it up.” The spiked lizard and the armadillo exchanged grins and crouched next to Sparky. She groaned softly as they worked to strip away her chaps, leaving her in her thick, already slightly damp diaper. The soft crinkle of the material filled the air as they moved her, fitting her arms into a set of plush, oversized cuffs behind her back. The restraints were snug but surprisingly gentle, covered in padded fabric that ensured no harm would come to their helpless captive. “Don’t want her squirming too much.” The armadillo chuckled as he tightened the cuffs. “Not that she looks like she can put up much of a fight right now.” Sparky’s legs were left free, though they dangled uselessly as the lizard hoisted her up and carefully placed her into the waiting bouncer. The seat was padded, designed with an exaggerated level of comfort that pressed warmly against her diapered bottom, squishing it slightly. As they secured her waist with a thick strap, she felt the faintest blush creep into her cheeks, though her thoughts were too muddled to fully grasp why. The springs creaked softly as the bandits tested the contraption, hoisting it up and anchoring it to the ceiling with sturdy chains. Sparky was left dangling several feet above the cavern floor, her legs swaying beneath her. The movement caused her diaper to crinkle and squish audibly, drawing a round of laughter from the gathered bandits. “Well, would ya look at that.” Said one of the raccoons, leaning back against a crate. “Sheriff Sparky, defender of the town, reduced to a big ol’ baby in our little playroom.” Sparky let out a soft whimper, her fogged mind registering the humiliating situation but unable to muster the clarity to respond. Her body felt impossibly relaxed, the regression water making her limbs feel like jelly and her thoughts drift aimlessly. Then, she felt it, a faint warmth spreading between her legs, followed by the telltale squish of her diaper absorbing the liquid. The normally grey witness indicator on the front of her padding slowly shifted its hue, turning into a distinct light blue that made it all the more apparent for the surrounding bandits as to what had just happened in her diaper. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she wet herself, the sensation impossible to ignore as it pooled warmly against her fur. She let out a soft, involuntary whimper, her ears flattening in embarrassment even as her lips curled into a faint, uncontrollable smile. The regression water’s effects continued to toy with her mind, dulling her sense of shame and leaving her teetering on the edge of giggles. The lizard noticed her reaction and chuckled, nudging one of the raccoons. “She’s already getting comfy. Look at that little squish.” The raccoon grinned and picked up his regression pistol, twirling it lazily in one hand. “Let’s make sure she’s enjoying herself. Sheriff deserves to have some fun, don’tcha think?” Sparky’s eyes widened slightly as the raccoon raised the pistol and fired, the familiar cold splash hitting her squarely in the chest. The regression water soaked into her shirt, and Sparky felt another wave of warm, fuzzy helplessness wash over her. Her mouth opened as a giggle bubbled up unbidden, soft and high-pitched, followed by another and another. Soon, she was laughing softly, her voice carrying an almost childlike glee. The bandits howled with laughter, the raccoon slapping his knee. “Would ya listen to her? She’s already lost it.” Another bandit, the armadillo, raised his own pistol and fired, the water striking Sparky’s shoulder. Her giggles turned into full-blown laughter, her head lolling back as she babbled incoherently. Words formed and dissolved before they could leave her mouth, leaving only a stream of nonsense sounds and squeals. Her diaper squished audibly as she wriggled in the bouncer, the springs creaking gently with each motion. Her legs kicked faintly, toes curling as the regression water worked its magic, reducing her once sharp and commanding mind to a puddle of joy and simplicity. She was dimly aware of the bandits jeering and laughing below her, but their voices seemed distant, like echoes in a dream. The lizard leaned against one of the support beams, his arms crossed as he watched the spectacle with a toothy grin. “Reduced to a squishy, giggly mess. Never thought I’d see the day!” The raccoon with the ribbons pulled out a small camera from one of the crates, its bulky, brass design and lightbulb exaggeratedly oversized. “This is too good not to capture.” He said, snapping a photo. The flash startled Sparky, as the bulb practically exploded and let out a small puff of smoke as it went off. This made her blink rapidly before breaking into another fit of giggles. “Think the townsfolk would pay a ransom for her?” Asked the other raccoon, leaning casually against a barrel. “Or maybe we should just keep her like this. She’s pretty quiet now.” “Quiet and cute!” The armadillo added with a chuckle. “Could be nice having a sheriff-turned-mascot.” As the bandits debated their next move, Sparky’s laughter began to fade into soft babbles, her head lolling forward as she swayed gently in the bouncer. The faint, rhythmic squish of her diaper was the only sound she made, her body too relaxed and her mind too far gone to resist. Treachery and Tumbleweeds - Chapter 1.pdf

Hello there readers! I'm super excited to have finally finished this short story that just popped into my head a few days ago! I hope that you enjoy it! Clocking Out by Panther Cub "Oh, Emi? The new girl, Elizabeth, should be arriving soon. Can you help her sign in and get settled?" Mrs. Clara asked. The matronly kangaroo was in the middle of carrying a particularly fussy rabbit boy named Jason, who was in a bright red shirt and a pair of denim overalls, over to the changing tables. Having had to deal with Jason and his diaper change tantrums, Emi did not envy her. "Sure thing!" The red panda girl normally would have to take a moment after dealing with all the morning shift's chaos to work up some half-hearted excitement. Dealing with babies and toddlers of all species did have a tendency to wear one down quite a bit. However, today was different, and Emi's excitement was genuine and still undampened, even after Sally, a mischievous squirrel girl had gotten the lid of her bottle off somehow and dumped it onto Emi's headfur less than an hour ago. Looking at a nearby calendar, Emi's smile grew wider. In just less than half an hour, she would be signing out and soon to be on a late flight to the Chavo Islands for two weeks of Spring Break insanity. Yes, Emi loved children, hence why she enrolled in courses revolving around early childhood development and the like. She hoped to work with them full time, though not necessarily in a daycare like Little Tykes's World, where she currently was for a semester of the work-study program. But no matter how much she enjoyed the work, and how much she enjoyed getting to know all the regulars and watch their precious little personalities develop... she needed this vacation, badly. She stopped by a mirror near the front desk and straightened her headfur, running her dull claws through her bushy red and white-striped tail to work out some knots and what appeared to be some Gregos that had somehow gotten lodged in the fur. There was a jingling sound that signaled the arrival of a new individual and, sure enough, it was the new girl, who for some reason had agreed to work the night shift. "Hi there, Elizabeth, right?" Emi said, walking over to the front desk where the raccoon girl was waiting, looking a tad nervous, and reached over to hold her hand out to shake. Elizabeth took it and gave a slight shake. "Uhm, yes. But everyone calls me Lizzy," Lizzy said, tucking a long strand of headfur behind her ears. Emi looked her up and down. The girl looked like she was still in high school, and was wearing a simple pink band t-shirt for The Wandering Wombats, a pair of jeans, and a set of large and circular glasses that made her green eyes seem much bigger than they could really be. Lizza's fur was the usual light brown of most of her species, complete with the black bandit mask and a big bushy tail. Emi didn't have to look down at herself to know how she looked. She was wearing a pair of khaki shirts and a white and purple-striped tank top, both covered by the green apron that basically counted as the entire uniform. She knew there were colorful splotches all over said apron and probably her regular clothes underneath, but managed to take it in stride. "Welcome to Little Tykes' World, Lizzy! I'm Emi, and I'll help get you all settled in for your first shift. No need to be nervous," Emi said with a chuckle that caused Lizzy to blush and look away. "Things can seem pretty hectic from time to time, but it's nothing that can't be gotten used to. Now follow me and we can sign you in." She led the raccoon girl past the desk and towards a pair of clipboards, both identical to one another, hanging from hooks, with pens attached to them via tiny chains. "Here's the sign-in sheet. Just jot your name down there on that line and write in what time you got here an--whoops!" She yanked the clipboard back, causing Lizzy, who'd been holding the pen, to let out a surprised MEEP. "Sorry! This is the sign-in sheet for the children that we're supposed to fill out when they get here and when they leave." Swapping the two, she let Lizzy sign in on the employee sheet, before setting the clipboard back on its hook. "Anyways, just make sure you sign out when you leave as well. Mrs. Clara and Miss Tart are both pretty serious about that." The racoon girl nodded, still looking nervous. She led her over to a door marked Employees Only, holding up her badge to the scanner by the knob. It let out a beep and the door unlocked. "Now here is where our cubbies are for storage of our personal items," Emi pointed out said wooden cubbies in the otherwise beige room. "That door leads to the employee breakroom, which has a bathroom attached as well. You can store any meals or snacks or drinks you bring with you in the fridge, but a big rule here is that you can't leave the children unattended, even for a little bit to go grab a bite or something. There has to be at least one employee out on the floor at any given time." "U-understood," Lizzy said with a nod. Emi smiled and led them back out the door. They walked into the center of the main room, the bright yellow and sky blue walls decorated with cartoon characters doing all sorts of activities. The red panda girl pointed to an area with a TV set up before a semi-circle of beanbag chairs, a few occupied by some of the children. "That's the TV area, where we let the little ones watch age appropriate shows and movies, and even host cute little karaoke sing-a-longs, nothing mature though. That's another big rule. That, and we try not to just let them do nothing but watch TV the whole time they're here." They were interrupted when a little deer doe in a bright pink sparkly dress waddled over to them, holding her little hooves up at Emi, indicating she wanted uppies. Emi smiled and happily bent down to comply, taking a moment to check the little doe's diaper. A little wet, but she can wait a bit longer. "This is Tina, one of our regulars. She loves being picked up and giving hugs." The little doe held out a folded piece of paper to the red panda, who made a show of being so excited to accept it. Emi unfolded the paper to show a crayon drawing of a red panda stick figure and a little doe stick figure holding hands and smiling. "And an amazing artist!" Emi nuzzled the top of Tina's headfur, making the little doe giggle and clap her hooves. "I'm gunna put this in a frame and hang it where everyone can get to see just how talented you are!" Tina squealed in delight and then began to suck her thumb. Turning to look at Lizzy, she saw the raccoon girl was now seeming much more relaxed and like she was about to coo at the sight. "Tina, this is my new friend, Lizzy!" The girl in question waved to Tina, who enthusiastically waved back with her free hoof. "She's gunna be working here, isn't that fun?" Tina giggled and reached over to Lizzy, making the grabby hooves. Emi was going to ask Lizzy if she wouldn't mind humoring the little doe, but Lizzy was already scooping a giggling Tina into her arms and nuzzling her headfur. "Oh my gosh! You are just a little cutie, aren't you?" The raccoon started talking to Tina in babytalk, something that the tyke found amusing. A few moments later, Tina began to squirm, signaling she wanted down. Lizzy complied, and the little doe darted off, allowing them to resume the introduction of the workspace. From there Emi showed Lizzy the snack room, which basically was a kitchen sink and a fridge, a small gathering of adult tables and chairs, and several colorful kiddie tables, all ringed by equally colorful highchairs, without a kiddie chair in sight. Next up was the nap room. The walls had a white and blue plaid design to them. The ceiling was a sky blue with white puffy clouds and a crescent moon in the center. There were rows and rows of cribs, a few already with some occupants. A soft twinkling lullaby was playing from a speaker somewhere. "Sooner or later, all of the little tykes need a nap, or at least some relaxing downtime. We actually have several nap groups, since different kids can feel sleepy at different times. Gotta remember that it's not a strict rule, just more of a guideline. If someone looks tired and worn out, then regardless of grouping or time, a nap they get." Emi then showed Lizzy the Arts and Crafts room, with all tiled flooring and all sorts of paints and brushes and crayons and colored pencils and markers on display at the colorful tables all around. There were easeles and smocks hanging in a large cubby space next to each other. There was also a big basket filled with empty egg cartons, colored pipe cleaners, sheets of a rainbow assortment of colored construction papers. "This is pretty straight forward as far as arts and crafts go. One of the big rules here is that you don't let a kid in there without adult supervision." Lizzy nodded at that just as Miss Clara returned, a sulking Jason in her arms, wearing nothing but his shirt and his freshest pair of Snuggies to date, a blue-backed binky bobbing in and out of his mouth. Mrs. Clara gave him one last squeeze and set him down. Once on the floor, the little bunny bolted. "Hi there, hun! I take it you're Elizabeth, the newest member of our happy little family?" Emi reflected on how Mrs. Clara always had a bit of a bad habit of invading others' personal spaces, seeming to loom over everyone thanks to her being so freaking tall! Emi looked over and saw Lizzy nervously nod and introduce herself, offering a hand to shake. Mrs. Clara laughed and pulled the girl into a hug. Emi had to give Lizzy credit on retaining her composure during the hug. When Mrs. Clara had first done that to Emi, she'd let out a high-pitched squeak. "Okay, I take it Emi led you around and showed you everything and told you some of the general rules we have around here?" Lizzy nodded, seeming to inhale sweet oxygen after that crushing hug. "Wonderful! Here, you can help me gather up the cute little ragamuffins. We're gunna do an arts and crafts project!" Mrs. Clara clapped her paws excitedly, stopping when she spotted Emi starting to herd Carly and Talon, a tigress and barn owl pair of tots, over to the arts and crafts room. "Oh, Emi! Thank you so much!" The red panda girl tried to brace herself, but still felt those strong kangaroo arms pull her in tight for a quick squeeze, releasing her almost immediately. "You are always going above and beyond here. Please don't think you aren't appreciated! Or think that you're not gunna be missed this Spring Break!" Emi turned and smiled up at the motherly kangaroo. "I know, Mrs. Clara! It's just hard for me to leave any place in a state of chaos." "Hence why you have such a habit of staying even after you were already supposed to be clocking out." Mrs. Clara tapped her wristwatch, showing Emi the time. "Now I do believe that it's high time someone skedaddled to enjoy her much-needed vacation." Emi grinned and nodded. "Alright, I'm going. I'll see you in two weeks, Mrs. Clara." "Have fun, dear!" Mrs. Clara turned, suddenly looking shocked. "Jason, no! We do not stack doll houses and climb on top of them!" Emi held in a giggle, remembering just how much of a pawful Jason was when she first started. Heaving a great sigh of relief, she opted to head over to the sign-in sheets and then just grab her stuff from her cubby in the break room and go. Looking around just as she grabbed the clipboard, she felt oddly nostalgic about the daycare. "Not like I'm not coming back after Spring Break," Emi said as she jotted down her name and the time. Setting the clipboard back onto the hook, Emi felt an odd tingling sensation wash over her and then dissipate. Emi shook her head, wondering what that was about, before turning to head to the break room. "Whoopsie-daisy!" Emi's view shifted as she was suddenly felt herself picked up under the arms. She let out a surprised EEP, then was turned until she was snout to snout with Miss Tart. The arctic vixen beamed at a confused Emi. "Huh?" "Someone seems to be a bit of a little explorer," Miss Tart cooed at Emi, settling her on her hip as she began to walk back to the main area with apparent ease, despite Emi being almost as tall as said vixen. When they passed by the mirror, Emi's mouth dropped open. Staring back at her on Miss Dart's hip was a little red panda girl, maybe less than two years old, wearing a bright pink frilly dress with a patch of brown in her headfur and around the tip of her bushy tail. Her frilly dress did very little to hide the Snuggies peeking out from under the hemline. Mortified, Emi looked down at herself, causing her blood to run cold. She was wearing the dress. Checking herself further confirmed the presence of the bows... and the other garment. When she'd nervously pulled the hem up, she saw that she was wearing a white with pink at the leg gathers, diaper. And there was a picture of a unicorn grazing right on the front of it. "What the hell?!" Emi shrieked, trying to push herself off of the mature vixen. "Miss Dart! It's me, Emi! You need to let me down right now!" The arctic vixen simply smiled down and readjusted her grip to make sure Emi was nice and secure. "Such a squirmy,wormy we've got today! Are you excited to make some new friends? I'll bet you are, cutie!" They came upon the arts and crafts room, with Mrs. Clara and Lizzy and Tatum, a grizzly girl a few years her senior who had since graduated and been hired on full time; all zipping around their charges, praising their clumsy creations and checking diapers. Emi froze in shock. Whereas just a few minutes ago, she had seen toddlers of varying species being herded into this room, there was now nothing but a large group of college-aged adults all dressed like toddlers. Some also froze upon seeing Emi being carried in, and she let out a whimper as she could hear some hushed conversations start up. "Found this little princess freshly dropped off by her Mommy!" Miss Tart said, holding Emi up for Mrs. Clara to see. While she wondered about the mention of her Mom, Emi focused instead of the older kangaroo, hoping she'd recognize her. Instead, Mrs. Clara smiled and took Emi from the vixen and started to cradle her in her arms. "Her name is Emi and she's here to play!" "Well aren't you just a cute little lady," Mrs. Clara cooed. "With such a pretty dress too! I'll bet your Mommy and Daddy would prefer we not get it all dirty with paint. How does coloring with crayons sound?" "Mrs. Clara! It's me, Emi!" "Something tells me she's gunna be quite the chatterbox when she learns how to speak," Mrs. Clara said, inadvertently dashing all of Emi's hopes of recognition. The kangaroo and vixen shared a chuckle, with Miss Tart waving goodbye to Emi and heading back to her station at the front desk. Emi tried to think of anything she could say or do in this moment to prove her age, when she was handed over, again, this time to an unfortunately very familiar raccoon girl. "Here we go, Lizzy. Since we don't want to ruin her pretty little dress, you can take little Emi here to your station with Jason and Tina with the crayons!" "Understood, Mrs. Clara!" The raccoon girl hugged Emi close as she walked off to a table where a gray rabbit guy, wearing just a red shirt and diaper, with a blue binky in his muzzle. Sitting next to him was a deer doe in a sparkly pink dress, that only his the top third of her Pawpers. "Emi is such a pretty name! And it sounds... kinda familiar..." Lizzy looked a little confused as Emi's eyes shot wide open. "L-Lizzy! It's me! I showed you around here earlier today?!" "Don't bother," Jason spoke as she was sat between him and Tina. Emi jumped, not having been anticipating his talking. "They don't remember you, and all they hear is baby babble." "R-really?" Emi asked in a small voice as Lizzy set down some papers and a box of crayons in front of her on the plastic table. "Yup. After all, I'm the one who showed you around when you first started here!" That struck Emi like a freight train. She tried to recall having ever seen this more grown-up version of Jason and... a flicker of recognition. She briefly brought to mind images of him in a blue polo and khakis. And then it was gone. "Hey! Be nice, Jason!" Tina said, now almost a foot taller than Emi. The deer doe gave a friendly smile. "I like your dress!" "Uhm... th-thanks?" Emi said while Jason rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do, please don't start becoming as hyper as this one." "Hey! I'm not hyper! I'm just making the most of an... inconvenient situation!" Tina stuck her tongue out at Jason, who in turn flipped her off. Emi recalled Tina always sticking to Jason's side like glue, with the bunny boy always pushing her away. Not that that ever deterred the happy giggly little doe. "Plus, now we get to help Miss Emi adjust to... well, her second babyhood." "But I'm not a baby! None of us are! There's got to be something we can do!" Jason snorted and lazily drew with a black crayon. "Well, there isn't. At least , not anything that actual babies or toddlers couldn't accomplish. As far as everyone else is concerned, all they see and hear when looking at us is that. Just a bunch of babies. Couple that with our strength and potty training abilities also abandoning us, and what can we possibly do?" "We can't just give up! There's got to be something we can... wait, did you say our potty training?" Jason nodded. "Yup. One minute, I'm trying to make sense of what's going on and why everyone's treating me like a baby. The next, I'm filling up the diaper around my waist." Emi started to hug her big bushy tail close to her chest. Tina reached over to give Emi a hug. "It's gross the first few times it happens, sure. But after a while it just becomes another part of the daily routine for each of us. You'll get used to it after a while." "B-but I don't wanna get used to... that! I'm supposed to be on my way for my big Spring Break getaway!" "And I should be getting my degree in child psychology by now. Instead I can look forward to more playdates with Tina and the others here." "I look forward to our playdates too, Jason!" Tina giggled as the bunny boy simply rolled his eyes. "But there has to be a way to undo this!" Emi said, shifting in her seat as she thought pensively. Lizzy came back around and, much to the red panda's embarrassment, pulled out the back of her diaper for a quick check. "All clean!" Lizzy then moved on down the line checking the others. Emi watched, seeing how while some, like the otter and sheep girls, Lalya and Rebecca respectively, winced at being checked, the wolf boy next to them, Tommy, seemed too engrossed in coloring his drawing to notice. The skunk boy, Liam, let out a sigh when Lizzy came to him, and was already setting his crayons down when the raccoon girl happily announced that she found the little stinker. Watching in a combination of fascination and horror, Emi observed as Lizzy easily lifted up Liam, who was at least two feet taller and was solidly built like a linebacker. Emi looked back at Tina and Jason who were observing her. "Whatever this 'curse' is," Jason said, stopping to make air quotes, "it makes us weigh as much as actual toddlers." Emi took a deep breath and, with a green crayon, she began to write down all the info she'd gained so far. "Do you guys remember what you were doing around the time you realized you'd suddenly become... uh... babified? Maybe there's something we all have in common?" Jason snorted. "I had just finished my shift and was getting ready to head home. But, just before I got to the front door, Miss Tart jogged over and picked me up and scolded me for wandering outside of the play area. Naturally I struggled and shouted, but all that got me was a nap." "You were leaving? And you'd signed out?" Emi asked, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah." "Huh... what about you, Tina? Were you also clocking out for the day?" The deer doe shook her head. "Actually, I was clocking in! I remember I had a big bag full of fun arts and craft supplies for a project I had come up with for all the cute little kiddos to try out. With Miss Clara's approval first. But for some reason, after signing in and heading in, when I checked the satchel, I found it had become a diaper bag! I remember being confused, until Ms. Clara took the bag from me and told me what a good girl I was for trying to help out by carrying my diaper bag. A few good cries and an existentialistic crisis later, I started to have fun." "Have fun? Playing baby games and with baby toys?!" Tina nodded. "I might've glossed over some details, but yeah. After a while I realized that there wasn't much of anything I could do to change my situation, so I decided to change how I responded to the situation. So now I try to look on the bright side of things." "Wait... signing in... did you, maybe, use the wrong clipboard?" Emi asked, an idea suddenly sparking in her mind. "Huh? Oh... uh... hmm, good question." Tina tapped her chin with her pink crayon. "I mean, Miss Tart had accidentally knocked them both onto the ground before grabbing one and handing it to me." "So then... is it possible you signed yourself in on the kids' sheet?" Tina shrugged. "I guess, why?" Instead of answering, Emi then turned to look at Jason. "What about you? Is there a chance that you grabbed the wrong clipboard?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. But, what, you think that that would mean doing so caused us to be seen as babies?" "What if it did? I think I might've used the wrong clipboard too just a little bit ago!" "That's ridiculous!" Jason said. "Not any more ridiculous than everyone else seeing us as babies!" Emi huffed, her tail bushing out in frustration. "Well, so what if it did?" "Then maybe... I dunno, if we sign out on the employee sheet..." "We can go back to being grown-ups?" Tina asked, a starry-eyed expression on her face. "Oh, brother," Jason said, quickly looking around. "Alright, on the slim chance this can actually work, then we need to discuss how we're gunna get to the sheet. Miss Tart takes the occasional bathroom break for it, but we're all under constant supervision." "Well, not during naptime," Tina chimed in. "When our group is put down, the caretakers tend to focus more on the others. And since our naptime takes place during snack time..." "The floor will be clear for us to make a break for it!" Emi finished. "But how do we get out of the cribs?" Tina giggled mischievously while Jason groaned. "Tina knows how to escape her crib. That's how she kept sneaking into mine!" Naptime... "Huh. I don't think I've seen a real life rope made from blankets tied together outside of old-timey cartoons," Emi said, standing next to Tina as they watched Jason slowly climb down the rope from his crib. Tina stood there with a smug look on her face. She then grabbed the rope after Jason let go, and gave it a good snap of her wrist, and the top that had seemed so secure came untied, falling into the doe's awaiting hooves. Being put down for a nap had been a rather awkward experience for Emi. That's not to say that being carried around in Lizzy or Mrs. Clara's arms and repeatedly having her diaper checked wasn't already awkward. But as Lizzy had carried her to an empty crib, Emi had worried about how she was going to fit inside of it. Then, just as Lizzy started to lower her towards it, it was like an optical illusion took effect and the crib grew in size. Sitting inside, Emi realized that if she jumped she could just barely grab the top rail, hoping the queen-sized mattress that was now inside the bars would allow her to do so. And yet Lizzy had no problem leaning over the rails to reach in and rub Emi's headfur. Now outside it once more, the crib just looked normal-sized. She feared what she would see if she looked in on the other occupied cribs and instead chose to focus on the door as she, Tina, and Jason tiptoed to it. With the other group of charges watching a movie, they observed the staff busying themselves with them, providing bottles and snacks. They hastily made a run for it. They stopped as they neared the front desk, luckily not seeing Miss Tart anywhere. At Emi's signal they hurried over to the desk. She noticed that the short gates meant to keep the little ones in do the same as the cribs when they got near them, and seemed to grow in size until they were too high for them to reach the tops. Thankfully, that was ok, as their prize was right inside, hanging on the plastic hooks. Unfortunately, much like the baby gates and the cribs, the clipboards were now hanging much higher on the wall. "Great," Jason sighed, rubbing his temples. "Now how are we supposed to get them down?" "Like this, silly," Tina said. She wasted no time in scrambling up onto a surprised Jason's shoulders, planting her padded rear on the back of his neck. "H-hey! No surprise piggyback rides! You're too heavy!" Jason called out. "SHH!" Emi shushed him, looking around, still not seeing any of the 'adults'. "That's rude! Now Emi, you climb up onto my shoulders!" "Aw geeze!" Jason huffed, being shushed by the two girls this time. Emi started to walk towards them, when she suddenly stopped. There was a sudden cramp in her lower stomach, and her tail began to hike itself up. "Oh no," Emi said, her eyes becoming watery and her cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Her thumb found its way into her mouth as her body suddenly let go into the seat of her diaper. As she messed, she could also feel her bladder suddenly give out. She sniffled and felt tears begin streaming down her cheeks. "Emi, I'm so sorry, but c'mon! We're almost there!" Tina said encouragingly. Sniffling some more, Emi nodded and started to climb up Jason, wincing at the gross feeling of her well-used diaper. It didn't help that Jason audibly gagged a bit as she scaled up him and onto Tina, who kept saying reassuring things. Soon, much to her disgust, she was sitting on Tina's shoulders, the three doing their best to remain stationary and not topple over. Emi reached up for the clipboards, but they were just out of reach. Stretching a little, the tips of her fingers brushed the very bottoms of them. "There you three are!" They froze upon hearing a familiar voice, only to see Lizzy walking towards them, a big grin on her face. "Hurry!" Jason said, his legs starting to shake from the strain. Emi reached out more and grabbed ahold of the clipboards, sliding them off the hooks. In doing so she leaned out a bit too far just as Jason's legs gave out, and the three fell into a heap onto the floor. Emi was still holding the two clipboards and looked at them closely. She saw her signature, plain as day, on what was indeed the kids' check-in sheet for the daycare. Grabbing the other clipboard she grabbed the attached pen and then started writing her name on the employee sign out sheet, quickly passing it to Tina who did the same, followed by Jason just as Lizzy stopped before them. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for the three as a strange ringing sound, like churchbells, clanged loudly somewhere nearby. Then there was a silence that was itself practically deafening. "What are you three doing anyways? Weren't you supposed to be gone already?" Lizzy asked, confused, blinking a few times and then rubbing her forehead, as though she had a sudden headache. "Uh... Eliabeth... you know who we are?" Tina asked, suddenly unsure as she slowly stood up. "I said to call me Lizzy. And, well, I mean we did meet today, but yeah. You're Tiffany. You showed me where the arts and crafts supplies you brought from home were." "I did?" "Yup! And those egg cartons came in handy! I think the little ones had fun making their own caterpillar friends!" Lizzy gushed. "What about me?" Jason tentatively asked. "Jason, whom Tina warned me as being the grumpy guy, but also a masterful storyteller for the kids during reading time!" "Grumpy?!" Jason looked outraged while Tina giggled. "And me?" Emi asked, her voice hopeful. "Emi, you just got done showing me around and introducing me to everyone. Right?" "... Right!" Emi sighed, suddenly feeling relieved. "So what are you three still doing here? Didn't Emi's mom come to pick you up?" That sent a chill down all three of their spines. "Emi's Mom?" Jason asked, concerned. "Yeah, for the slumber party you parents all organized? All three of you kept bragging about it even during playtime." "B-but we work here!" Jason blurted out to which a confused-looking Lizzy just nodded. "Yeah. You're all three here as part of the work study program, enrolled as our special helpers." "B-but, I'm in college!"Emi protested, suddenly aware that despite now wearing her old clothes, there was still a very full diaper around her waist on underneath. "Yeah? All part of the Big Kid learning track." "Huh?" "Y'know! The college track for those late bloomers who maybe need a little help in certain areas. Like feeding and naps and coordination, and of course, potty training." "What?! B-b-but that doesn't make any sen--" Emi was cut off as a pair of arms picked her up and swung her around in a circle. When the spinning stopped, Emi saw she was face to face with her mother. The older red panda smiled in pure adoration at her daughter. Hannah was leaning over the baby gate, presumably having reached down to pick her daughter up. "There's Mommy's big college girl! Yes she is!" Hannah cooed at her blushing daughter. "Is someone all excited for her big slumber party with her friends?" Hannah then took a sniff and winced slightly. "Though maybe after a diaper change." "M-Mom?!" "Hi there, Mrs. Callah!" Lizzy said, now herding a stunned-looking Jason and Tina towards them. "Now we've already got confirmation from Jason and Tina's parents that you'll be signing them out today. Oopsie! How'd those get on the floor!" The raccoon girl picked up the two clipboards and barely looked at them before handing one over to Hannah. "Oh, Lizzy, you know you can just call me Hannah! You're Emi's favorite babysitter after all!" Hannah then reached for the dangling pen, raising it to the sheet. "Wait... babysitter?! Wait... MOM NO!!!" Hehehe. so sorry to leave you all on a cliff-hanger like that... but :P. I leave what happens up to you to imagine! Are the trio back to square one? Are they better off? Worse? Who knows! Thanks for reading!

Heyo, readers! Coming in hot with a little surprise short for your reading pleasure! Please let me know what you think! Between a Rock and a Soft Place by Panther Cub Kate couldn't believe just how many brands there were. Dependables, Discreete, For-Sure, Secure, Thin-Thins, and so on. The gray and white bunny looked up and down the aisle dedicated to all things adult incontinence products, feeling nervous and embarrassed. Instinctively, she tugged at the hem of her bright green skirt, which matched both her blouse as well as her wings. The bunny-butterfly hybrid sighed and started to reach for a package of Discreetes, as they looked to be a close match. "As I live and breathe, little Katie Asher, is that you?" Kate's eyes went wide as she retracted her paw and instinctively fluttered a few feet off the ground. Clumsily turning, she saw the smiling and bemused face of one of a very familiar auburn-colored she-wolf, someone who was always around when she was little. Her 'Auntie June'. She was wearing a sky blue blouse and jeans. Willing her wings to stop, Kate softly landed and smoothed out her skirt. "I'm sorry," the older female said with a chuckle and smiling down at the bunny girl. "I didn't mean to startle you, I was just walking by when I saw someone who seemed like they could use a little help, only to see my unofficial niece of all people! How have you been, honey?" Kate gulped a little, being reminded once again that as a bunny, she was on the smaller side of the species scale as June was easily three times her size. Taking a breath and forcing a smile, Kate started to scratch the back of her head. "I've been... fine, Auntie June," Kate said, leaving out her most recent diagnosis from the doctor's office, which had led to her coming down this very aisle of the pharmacy section of the supermarket in the first place. "I'm gunna be starting college in the next semester." "Oh?" June asked, her ears perked in curiosity. "Why not this semester?" Just then. the she-wolf's blue eyes went wide as she clapped her paws to her muzzle. "Oh my goodness! Katie, I am so sorry, that was just so insensitive of me to ask!" Kate winced but let out a sigh. Her 'Aunt June' always had a tendency to put her paw in her muzzle at the best of times. "N-no, Auntie June, it's alright, really. The accident was... almost a year ago. I was staying with some relatives, but now I've just been looking for a place to live on my own, that's all. The... inheritance Mom and Dad l-left me... well, it's helping, as is the scholarship." June's tail tucked itself between her legs while her ears laid flat. "Oh, Katie..." "A-anyways, I just needed to pick up a... prescription, so I'll just be on my way," the bunny girl said, starting to push her smaller cart away from the awkward cloud that was still hanging in the air. Or rather, she was, until a large and gentle paw came to rest on her shoulder. Kate slowly turned to see June giving her one of her usual motherly smiles while crouched down to Kate's level. "Honey, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but is there a chance that maybe you were on this aisle for a specific reason?" Kate's eyes went wide and her left paw instantly shot down to the hem of her skirt to give it a slight tug once again, something June clearly noticed but chose to ignore, taking note of the girl's ears drooping behind her back, and her wings doing the same. "I... uh... a f-friend... she k-kinda f-found out today that... due to an accident she was in, she was gunna need some... protection for a little while..." Definitely a little while. The doctor said there would need to be additional testing, after all... "I see," June said, giving the girl a sad and knowing smile. "And did this friend suffer some damage to her pelvis?" Kate paled beneath her gray fur, looking up in shock at June. "H-how?" "I was a nurse, honey-bunny." She looked over the various brands, "How severe is it?" "Uh..." Kate looked at her feet and blushed. "W-well, after the accident, there was a little trouble in the urinary and bowel... department, but then things started to get better! But... lately... it's been getting worse..." "And what did the doctors say?" June felt a pang in her chest for the girl. "That there seems to be some lasting nerve damage... and while there's nothing life threatening..." Baring one's social life. "I see... well, sweetie, while I don't know this friend of yours, I think I may have a suggestion to make. One she may not be too thrilled with." "What?" Kate asked, her ears perking up a little in curiosity. "Well, these products are all good for light accidents, and not so much for heavier accidents." "Tell me about it," Kate muttered, before looking back up at her Auntie June and blushing. "B-because... my friend... sorta has been dealing with that issue." "I see." June nodded before continuing. "A lot of these companies have designed their adult diapers," June explained, spotting the wince Kate made at the sound of that word, "more with discretion in mind, rather than function. Which is fine in theory, and again, for light accidents. But heavy ones? No. We had to find a different solution for patients in our care who had such accidents." "What kind of solution?" Kate asked, wings and ears perking all the way back up. "Baby diapers." "Huh?" Kate visibly cringed while June continued. "That's right. For our adult patients, we eventually had to start using baby diapers made for larger species' babies and toddlers. While a bit... much... they worked wonders. Mainly because they were designed with heavy accidents in mind." "... Really?" Kate blushed deeply at the idea of it alone. "Really, sweetheart. If you'd like, I can help you look for something over in the baby aisle?" Kate briefly wondered if it was possible for her face to catch fire from blushing so much. "Uh... w-well, I guess it couldn't hurt to look..." "That's the spirit! Now it's right over here!" June perked right up, her fluffy tail wagging back and forth as she pushed her cart along. While Kate might not be a blood relative, she still considered the girl to be her darling niece, remembering when she was so small that she could easily sit right in the middle of June's paw, pacifier in her mouth, staring up at her Auntie June with wide green and yellow eyes. Kate followed the she-wolf, hoping that the latter wouldn't hear any faint crinkling as she walked. Unfortunately for Kate, when she jumped and fluttered up a bit, June had gotten a peek at the crinkly medical diaper wrapped around her waist. She had left the hospital with a whole pack of them in a clear, unmarked package. Initially, they had worked fine enough... until she would have a leak here or there, which gradually got worse and worse. Presently, she was down to her last three, counting the one she was currently wearing as well as a spare back in the car. Shaking her head to clear it, she followed her past the housewares and paper towel aisles. They came to a halt at the mouth of a much more colorful aisle, with Kate's nose twitching from the faint scent of baby powder that permeated it. "Woah," the bunny said, amazed at the sheer number of packages of diapers on display. Pawpers and Snuggies, yes, those were to be expected. But then there were names she could only vaguely recall, like Wuvs and Wittle Adventurers. As they moved further down, she saw different species on the packages, with elephant and rhino babies being displayed near the end they entered from. Over near the other end, presumably near the mice and shrew species' sizes, they would find the diapers for bunnies. Instead, Kate found that June had stopped halfway, her tail swishing as she looked. "Here we go! Now, hold still sweetie." "Huh? WHA?!" Kate had been looking at the packs, all with wolf and coyote pups playing on them, when she suddenly found herself picked up and cradled in Auntie June's arms. Kate was set back down soon after. "Just as I suspected. You are a size 4!" "O-oh?" Kate asked, her face practically aflame. She then watched as the older female hummed and casually started to grab more than one pack. June picked out two packs of Snuggies: Active Movers, and two packs of Wuvs: Overnight Protection. "Uh... Auntie June, I don't think I... I m-mean my friend, will be needing more than one kind!" Kate looked around, making sure that they were alone in the aisle. June simply chuckled. "Sweetie, please trust me on this. When your friend is up and walking around, they're gunna need the extra support and comfortable fit. These were designed with the most rambunctious pups in mind to wear while fully loaded. As for the nighttime Wuvs... sleep is a completely different beast for a diaper to have to tackle. Between the heavy duty leg gathers and the raised backing, as well as the extra stuffed core, this is a diaper that won't let you down when the one wearing it has to go down for." "That almost sounded like a commercial." Kate reached for the packs, albeit hesitantly, only for June to set them down in her own cart. "Honey-bunny, after two litters, I've had a LOT of time to experiment and test out just about every brand there is. Now, how are you or your friend set for other supplies?" "Huh?" June rolled her eyes and snorted. "Powder, wipes, rash cream, a changing mat, those things?" "Uh... w-well, I usually... h-hear my friend takes a shower after she, uh, needs to change!" "Oh, Katie," June said with a sigh and a smile. "C'mon, while we're here, I'll show you what you need for your friend to help stay hygienic." Leading Kate down the aisle some more and grabbing other necessary supplies, June began to walk through on what each were used for and how to use them. Katie continued to blush, noticing that June was putting everything in her own cart. "Uh, Auntie June?" Katie asked, noticing the bright pink changing mat that was now rolled up in the she-wolf's cart. "Yes, Katie?" "Shouldn't all that be going into my cart?" "Consider this all my treat, okay, sweetie?" "B-but--" Katie was cut off by a large paw gently ruffling her headfur. "Now, now, I won't hear any argument about it." With that, they headed to the checkout area, where June did indeed pay for all of the changing supplies. She then made sure to double bag it all before setting it into Kate's cart. At June's insistence, they exchanged numbers, and got Kate to agree to meet up for lunch next week. Finally, Kate was able to take the 'supplies' out to the parking lot, quickly finding her cousin's black car, sized down for rabbits. Said cousin was leaning against the car, puffing away at a cigarette. He spotted Kate out of the corner of his eyes and sighed, flicking the half smoked one away. "Finally," he said. Dave was wearing a red flannel shirt over a white tank top and a pair of well-worn jeans, He looked Kate up and down, and made a face at the packages he could see peeking out from the grocery bags. "Do I even want to know?" "I... d-diapers made for larger species' babies w-work better than adult diapers," Kate said, wincing as she did so. "Whatever." Dave pressed the button down on his key fob, causing the trunk to start lifting up. "Just hurry up so we can get back." "Right." Kate wasted little time in stuffing all of the bags into the trunk, closing it herself while looking around to see if anyone had been watching. Feeling satisfied, she settled into the passenger seat as Dave fired up the engine. After exiting the parking lot and making it to the freeway, a silence filled the air. "So... have ya found a new place to stay?" Kate hung her head in shame, but managed to nod. "Y-yeah, it's over near the pre-school." Dave nodded at that, snorting in amusement as the corner of his mouth twitched up. "Considering how well stocked you are now, maybe you could enroll?" Kate sighed and rolled her eyes. Dave was one of the few relatives she could even contact, and he tolerated her living at his apartment at best. At least, he had, until her accidents had started to grow increasingly worse. He hadn't insisted she move out just for that, but it certainly hadn't helped. And she was aware that, if he wanted, he could put her out on the street just whenever he felt like it. Something he had made abundantly clear the day she had moved in. So she just sat there and quietly rolled her eyes. Later that afternoon... Kate paced around her room, faintly able to hear the heavy metal Dave liked to have playing in the background when gaming. She started to take a seat, but shot right back up as she felt the clammy squishiness of her soaked diaper. Her skirt removed, it was on full display, the yellow lines having faded. Looking at her bed, she had the changing supplies with the mat. Checking a little to the left of it, at the remaining medical diaper. Taking in a deep breath, Kate calmly walked over to the pack of Active movers, noticing the gray and white wolf puppy smiling happily on the front had the same fur color pattern as her. Tearing it open, she pulled out a crinkling folded white rectangle, decorated with soccer balls and butterflies, all different primary colors. In her free paw, she held up the last of her medical diapers. "Am I actually considering this?" She muttered to herself'. Tossing both down, she grabbed and unrolled the changing mat onto her bed. "Here goes nothing," Kate said, grabbing the more colorful of the two padding options and climbing up. I hope that you all enjoyed it! 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Hi, this is my first post here and i am very excited to share with this community my art. I really love specially poop and messy but no scat Data: *His real name is Dwayne. Originally from Detroit. *Works as a bodyguard for a local boss, using his diaper as a form of intimidation. *Loves wearing diapers, likes the feeling of shitting it out and stretching it out. His current crime boss got him his modified diapers, as he likes Dwayne to stuff his debtors and enemies into his full diaper as a form of punishment. Dwayne is so important in the organization, he has someone to change his diaper between missions and give him delicious food with laxatives. When he misbehaves, his boss forces him to use his diaper as a trash can. *He has a son currently 18 years old named Dwayne Jr, who lives in his apartment, his son is fascinated by his father's fecal power. When he is not working, they both go fishing or Dwayne takes it upon himself to educate him and help him get ahead. *He loves making weird enemas and experimenting with them. His favorite is to wet a spicy burrito and shove it up his butt and absorb it, letting it sit for two days inside his butt and not defecate. It usually hurts a lot when it comes out but it creates the most monstrous discharges from his body (like the one in the picture). *On his days off he also helps out at a local charity. *He likes military clothing, he has many pairs of camouflage pants. He especially loves his heavy boots, which he made himself. *His accent is African-American. My furaffinity account if you want see more: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/osoni-califronia135

Once upon a time, in the whimsical land of Sweetopia, there lived a cute little kitten named Whiskers. Whiskers had soft, fluffy fur the color of freshly spun cotton candy and big, sparkling blue eyes that twinkled like the stars. All the creatures of Sweetopia adored Whiskers, but none more so than Gary the Gummy Bear, a jolly little fellow with a heart as sweet as his flavor. One sunny afternoon, Whiskers was frolicking in the meadows, chasing butterflies and rolling in the daisies. As she stopped to catch her breath, she noticed Gary bouncing around, his gelatinous body shimmering in the sunlight with every hop he took. "Hi, Gary!" called Whiskers, her voice as cheerful as the day. "Hello, Whiskers! Want to play?" Gary asked, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Yes, what should we do?" Whiskers tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. Gary thought for a moment before proposing, "How about a nap adventure? Let’s find a cozy spot to nap, but first, I have a special surprise for you!" Intrigued, Whiskers followed Gary to a shady grove filled with giant candyflowers. There, Gary pulled out a tiny pack of colorful, soft diapers that he magically created from gummy goodness. "These are specially made for kittens who need extra coziness for their naps!" he said with a cheerful grin. Whiskers giggled, her little tail flicking with delight. "Oh, that sounds fun! But are they really necessary?" Gary nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! They will keep you snug while you dream of chasing butterflies!" With a playful smile, Gary carefully helped Whiskers into one of the diapers. It was snug but comfortable, and the pastel colors matched her fur perfectly. Whiskers couldn't help but feel like the cutest kitten in all of Sweetopia. After getting all cozy, they snuggled into a soft bed of cottony flowers. The sun filtered through the leaves, wrapping them in warmth as they dozed off. Whiskers dreamed of adventurous escapades, hopping through fields of candy and cuddling with the fluffy clouds. However, after a peaceful nap, Whiskers gradually stirred awake. A warm breeze wafted through the grove, but something felt a little off. As she stretched, she realized she needed a change! Her little tummy grumbled in agreement. "Um, Gary?" she chirped, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I think I need some help!" Gary, who had just awoken from his own sweet dreams, looked over with concern. "Oh no! Did the diaper not hold up during the nap?" Whiskers nodded sheepishly, her ears flattening against her head. "It seems I had a little accident." With a quick bounce, Gary was up and at her side. "Don't worry, Whiskers! I’ve got this!" he assured her, his gummy fingers ready for the task. Carefully and gently, he helped her out of the colorful diaper and into a fresh one, all while telling fun stories to keep Whiskers smiling. Once the change was complete, they both burst into giggles. Whiskers felt so much better and thanked Gary for being such a great friend. "You really are the best gummy bear ever!" she exclaimed. With Whiskers all cozy again, the two friends decided to continue their playful day, hopping through the fields, spreading giggles, and sharing sweet adventures, knowing they could always count on each other for fun and a little extra help when needed. And so, the adorable kitten and the jolly gummy bear lived happily ever after in their candy-coated world, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

Synopsis: In a world of furry hybrids, Jane, a deer hybrid, becomes an exchange student in a foreign country and begins an internship at a botanical garden. Unfortunately, however, her boss, a lioness hybrid named Catharina, apparently has a something against her newest employee, treating her poorly and constantly chasing her. However, little by little, Jane realizes that this harassment, and some of it, has resulted in a possessive and maternal rumor. And to make matters worse, the discovery of her secrets sets her on a path of virtually no return. Ps: Forgive me for any grammatical errors or words that shouldn't be in a certain passage (often, a word in my language is translated as another), I am using translators as English is not my native language. Chapter 1: Prologue Well, I never wanted to be like that. But we don't choose our inner desires, do we? Anyway, it started in childhood, more specifically with... It's a little embarrassing, but what isn't embarrassing for us when we talk about it? I like spankings. Witnessing them, actually. A part of me wanted to be spanked, but just thinking about my parents doing it to me automatically dismissed it. Not because of the pain, but out of pure aversion to being a they who does this. Deep down, I wanted another figure, a maternal or paternal one. And I never liked other people's pain or was happy about it, but... Deep down, something inside me was, um... Excited? I'm not talking sexually. I don't know when that sexual part of a person is activated, but it was never sexual, although I feel a certain tingling near my groin, but I never had the urge to touch myself or anything like that. Over time, I began to enjoy spanking stories or videos simulating a parental, sibling, or teacher spanking—any figure in the family position or position that doesn't involve a romantic partner. Later, I discovered the term spanker, which was what I am: someone with a desire or fetish related to spanking. Some liked to watch, others liked to be the disciplinarian, there were those who liked to be spanked too, and others I don't remember. Until I stopped with a topic about why this desire might be activated: the intimate touch of the disciplinarian and the punished, as well as the attention and a certain "care" to put that person on the supposed "right path." When I read "Intimate Touch," I had already separated myself from ABDL, but I hadn't delved too deeply into this topic or focused much on it. But what does touch have to do with it? Well, I always preferred to see and read about spankings on bare bottoms, how the disciplinarian's hand undressed the punished to embarrass them and then touched their bottom after beginning the spanking. Right, and is ABDL related to this? Intimate touch, the "possession" of a person's body and the removal of their modesty — doesn't it remind you of changing a diaper? And then I delved even deeper into ABDL. I also came across the terms Ageplay and Agere. I was able to see the difference between the two and discarded Ageplay, embracing Agere. Leaving behind adult responsibilities, returning to childhood habits, and being cared for was a desire I hadn't realized I had until that moment. I was surprised I hadn't realized it before. While some loved birthdays, others disliked them because they were getting older, and some even said it was "one less year of life." I thought, "Another year in which people will stop caring and taking care of me." After all, during childhood and adolescence, you're not free; you're dependent on someone, and people care about you. But what about after that? You have to fend for yourself in this scary adult life. Other things came from... Well, enjoying embarrassment, of course, not with a real person, like ENF... And omorashi due to ABDL. Scat was something I didn't like, only related to diapers. My dictionary of desires — I say desires because I don't consider them fetishes, although I do get turned on, but never to the point of wanting to have sex or masturbate — has grown. But I've never tried looking for a "mommy" or a "daddy." I tried wearing diapers. My periods were always heavy, which sometimes made me wear diapers without them tied around my waist, but in a sort of pad. Thinking they were completely safe, I once sat on my bed, took off my underwear, and peed in the diaper. To my astonishment, it leaked, but fortunately—somehow—it didn't stain my bed, or at least my mother didn't mention it. My mother was a different story. I've always been sloppy, procrastinating, and lazy. I often had to be reminded to do basic things like brush my teeth or shower, and sometimes I was forced to do them because I didn't want to. And when it came to household chores, she never insisted that I help her, but she always criticized me about the state of my room and clothes. Obviously, her lack of demands contributed to these characteristics, which I'm not proud of. And obviously, because of this, she always believed I would never achieve independence, and she was often overprotective. I was very surprised when, after studying hard and managing to study biology and botany at the same time, I got a scholarship to study in the Netherlands. In the country where I lived, it was not uncommon for an adult to continue living with their parents; they usually only leave after marriage. And I still lived with my mother—my parents were divorced, and I didn't have a good relationship with her—so she was extremely in denial about me going to another country. According to her, I didn't know how to take care of myself, much less, but I was an adult and had the final say. So, reluctantly, she accepted and offered a bittersweet farewell: a good opportunity, but I was leaving my old lady with my older sister. But that's life, right? After that diaper incident, I only had two more encounters with them. A safer encounter: adult diapers, which I stole twice from my mother, who had bladder problems, but fortunately, she got better. I felt guilty about using them, as they were expensive and she'd gotten them from my aunt, but my mom had a lot, so my excitement quickly returned. I decided to go to the bathroom, the trauma of the leak haunting me... If I made a mess in the bathroom, it would be easier to clean up. I tried standing, squatting, and nothing. Even with a full bladder, nothing came out. So I felt on the toilet and finally got out. I didn't empty it all, afraid of overflowing, but it was good to finally feel the warmth of the liquid against my diaper. But I was still frustrated that I couldn't use a diaper without having to go to the bathroom. For the second time, when my mother's bladder problems returned, it had been a while since I'd started an unhealthy habit of filling my bladder with water and reading ABDL stories with a full bladder. This gradually led to me no longer having my bladder of steel and being able to hold it quite well when I was about to pee. As a result, I had some leaks in my underwear, not enough to soil my pants, but enough to scare me a little. And with that, even standing up, it became easier to go to the bathroom, but the lingering fear of that time made me sit on the toilet again and let the flow go. This, of course, wasn't my home country. When I arrived in the Netherlands—or the Netherlands, as it's now called—and faced a difficult adjustment, I managed to get a small cabin—with the help of my scholarship—in a village near the botanical garden where I was studying and working. So I researched forums for the best diapers and pull-up diapers for people like me, as well as tips on how to change them, and I used both sparingly. The internship was good; the language barrier was an obstacle I managed to overcome well, as I'm extremely introverted, shy, and antisocial. In other words, if I don't speak and interact with many people, I don't have any problems. Sometimes I also like to joke with myself, saying I was like a baby trying to learn to speak my own language for the first time. But not everything was rosy, ironically for a botanist. My boss, the granddaughter of the current botanical garden administrator, was extremely demanding of me. Se was always supervising me, criticizing me, making awkward jokes, and demanding much more than my internships were expected. I was now in the herbarium, examining a Belladonna, when I felt a presence. I sighed, thinking it was Catharina, but it was actually Benjamin, another foreigner who had also won a scholarship like me. I turned and smiled at him, still shy, even though we were friends. I mean... colleagues, since friends is a strong word, but he always tried to overcome that barrier and build a friendship with me. I had no objections, but my social anxiety, autism, and bipolar disorder were reported to be holding me back. My mood was volatile, and I was terrible at interacting with others. "Hey Jane, how about a movie after the internship?" he said, leaning closer. "Well... I... Um... Maybe, and..." "She can't." The sentence was said, and we turned to the speaker. Catharina She approached us with her commanding aura, making Ben, the brown bear hybrid, uncomfortable, having to take steps back and adjust his posture. I just looked away... "She'll be busy. I gave her a research assignment, and it's been going on for a long time," she said. But it was a lie! She didn't give me anything. Benjamin nodded and, with a cordial farewell, left. The words were out of my mouth before I could think twice. "You didn't give me any trouble." She moved slowly, like a lioness attacking her prey. And it was extremely ironic, considering she really is a lioness hybrid, with her long ears and tail. She circled me, and my doe ears lowered in an unconscious act of fear. She had almost reddish-blond hair, hazel-green eyes, and was tall... maybe 5'7"? A rectangular face, well-defined eyebrows, and a slightly chubby body structure—an adjective I don't see as pejorative—like Monica Geller from "Friends" as a teenager, only thinner. And coincidentally, she looked a bit like the actress who played that character, and a cross between another actress, Sarah Paulson and Cate Blanchett. She stopped in front of me and said casually, "I know what I'm doing. He'd take advantage of you, like all men." I was confused. Since when did she care about me? And more importantly, what does this have to do with her? "But I can take care of myself... And... And..." I wanted to say that this was my decision, but I couldn't speak. Startling me a little, she grabbed me by the waist and placed me on the table. For a moment, I thought she was going to kiss me; after all, I'd seen scenes like that in romantic movies. But she didn't. "No. You don't know. You're like a child, totally sloppy and clumsy." If she hadn't compared me to a child, which made my Agere side scream internally, I would have been extremely offended, even though I knew she was right. "I know what I'm doing. I'm your boss, and I say no. You won't go." "Your position doesn't extend beyond the internship." I said, gathering my courage. And she laughed lightly. "But I can make your life hell in here, do you hear me? If you go out with him or anyone else, I'll know." And then she left, finally making me breathe easier without feeling that tension. The worst part is, she was right... She knew. Unfortunately, she lived in the same village as me, in a much nicer cabin than mine, with a third floor that she uses for late-night stargazing. And if I were late, she'd know what I'd done, because the path to my house passes by hers. I leaked a little pee from my pull-up, which I hid well well. She sounded like a mother scolding and setting rules for her toddler. A mother. Oh, shit... Get a grip, Jane!

My first diaper story! Here, a motherly lavender dragon adopts a slave not to use her, but to parent her. No diapers yet, I'm afraid. Maybe in the next chapter a hint of them? :3 I promise, by the end, Maria will be a good little baby cat. :DD And more importantly, I hope to both grow the characters of Maria and Chelsey as stronger, healthier people through their connection. This is a draft, so I'm happy to take suggestions. It's also focused on consensual regression, as I think that's adorable and hot, but I'm very down to write dubious consent stuff in the future. With all that said, enjoy! To Be a Mother – Chapter 1 Chained Strays A girl waited in there for Chelsey. That brick storefront, Marol’s Helpers on 1289 Culper’s Avenue, with rain slithering down through the red and brown cracks of bricks into the side walk below, held her chance at a daughter. She wanted to help somebody, truly. In the glove box, she broke out a purple umbrella, then changed her mind. She cracked open the car door and slid out into the rain, appreciating this freshness against the atmosphere she was about to walk into. Drizzled, Chelsey lavender fur sparkled in the rain. She was a tall anthro dragon, and she wore a black pencil skirt and a scarlet blouse. With her wings spread out, she walked across the parking lot, to that dirty glass door surrounded by all those bricks. It almost looked like a prison. She wished she could help more than one girl. But just helping one meant something for her, even if it screamed in her mind to be insignificant. A claw gripped the handle, and she walked inside. “Welcome!” a chipper weasel said. She had long reading glasses across her snout that held a huge smile. “Are you Ms. Chelsey? We’re so glad you could make it with the weather.” Unlike the secretary’s bright demeanor, the floor was bare, white perfect white tiles. The walls were white too, a waiting room, yet still, there was no dust anywhere. Chelsy wondered for a second why the outside wasn’t upkept but the inside was pristine (though in her mind, scourging.) But of course it made perfect sense, given what this place does. They likely wanted to keep a low profile from the local area’s government. She was entering a criminal dwelling. God, was this really her chosen adoption method? “The roads aren’t too slippery yet. Could I see the, umm, options now?” The language was so objectifying, but it felt better than the alternative. “Of course, our slaves are so excited to meet you.” As they walked down the blistering long hallway, Chelsey’s heels echoed all around. She would be confident here. She wanted a strong but gentle first impression. She held her white snout up. This place, despite its horrors, wouldn’t shake her from rescuing her future daughter. There, at the end, were two girls and a boy sitting on a bench, each chained with cuffs to the wall. One girl, a cat with long whiskers and lime fur, had her head down. She still has herself, Chelsey thought. The others, a male cat and a female cow, were alert, staring out, as close to a grin as they could muster. A tall bloodhound was smoking a cigarette and leaned against the still-white walls. There were no windows in here. “Ah, you’re here for one of these?” “Yes,” the weasel said. “A happy member to join her family.” Chelsey wanted to roll her eyes at the fakeness here. But it was true. She will make one of these animals happy. She needed to. Animals deserve to be happy. “Smile,” the dog gritted through his teeth, his snout deep into the girl cat’s ears. No, stop. He placed a paw under her snout, pushes up. She’s resisting. She wanted to keep her jaw down. He wouldn’t let her. Her force gives away, and her muzzle bolted upright. She looked straight at Chelsey now, and with near tears in her eyes, shined a delirious grin. The other cat shuffled in his seat—as much as his cuff will allow—feeling the tension here, but he took a clear breath. The cow seemed not to be bothered by all this movement, still calm and face ahead. Meanwhile, the weasel fanned herself with files, avoiding gazing at the scene. Was that her disguise peeling off, or was she okay with this business? Could she not get another job? Chelsey was always a curious dragon. “I would like to adopt her,” Chelsey said, pointing to the tortured female cat. “Please.” “Oh, but surely you would want one of these other fine specimen?” the dog said, a ringleader of his circus. There’s a bit of panic to his voice, and his paw strongly gestures outwards to the other two captives. “She’s such a runt of the litter, you know.” “I’ll take her. What’s her name?” “Maria,” the cat whispered. “Wait, was it okay to speak? I’m so sorry!” “It was very okay,” Chelsey said. She kneeled down, a hind talon stretching back down the cold hallway floor, a front talon offering to hold the Maria’s paw. “I’m Chelsey. I’m going to take you home. Would you like that?” “I…I think so? I mean, yes, master!” Maria’s eyes were very wide for the vertical pupils of a cat. She was absolutely terrified, the poor thing. “Pft,” the bloodhound grunts, arms crossed. “Who cares what she likes. She’s just a slave. Jeez, masters have gotten so soft these days.” Chelsey really, really wanted to snap at the dog. But it wasn’t worth it. She needed to seem at close to a normal slave master. They might reject the sale if they knew she was going to spoil this kitten. So the exhaled, her large belly and chest fluff falling inwards. and she turned her large lavender scaled head to the hound. “How much will she be?” *** The rain poured hard on the car’s windshield, and the window wipers worked in overtime. Maria was quiet in the backseat. She had her head down again. Of course she did. She still saw Chelsey as her slave master. I must be disgusting in her eyes, Chelsey thought. She needed to work to win this cat’s trust if the girl was to ever see her as mom. “How you doing back there, friend?” Chelsey was so tempted to say “little one,” but it wasn’t time yet. She looked at the girl in the rear view mirror. “You can drop the act.” “What?” “You bought a slave. You’re going to use me. You don’t need to pretend we’re friends.” For who had seemed to be scared little cat, this was a change. But at least she’s confident to express herself. This was a good start. After a focus on a tricky intersection, Chelsey had a response. “Someone’s a little confident now that they’re rescued.” “Rescued?” She’s skeptical, then furious. “Rescuing me? You want to own me! I’m just glad to not be slapped by that man anymore.” Chelsey chuckled. “You don’t think I’m going to slap you?” She’s loving this personality. Cats can be a bit snippy. “Nah, you seem too soft for that. You’re probably just going to make me fold laundry and cook dinner or something.” She sunk into her seat. “I’m kind of lucky to have you buy me. Still doesn’t make us friends, though.” There’s a bit of quiet. Then Chelsey said, “I don’t think you’re lucky to end up in a place like that.” “No,” Maria considered, “I wasn’t.” Silence some more. Chelsey continued, “I don’t expect you to open up to me right now or anytime soon. What I want you to know is that you’re free.” Maria scratched the fuzz around her ears, probably wondering if she heard that right. “What do you mean?” “I’m saying that I wanted do something good for once, and I decided to give someone a better life. You’re not my slave. You’re free to leave as soon as we arrive at my home.” “I..” She couldn’t comprehend this. She was squirming in her seat, her seat belt sweating to restrain her. “You’re still a fucked up woman to find an animal trafficking service instead of, I dunno, donating to charity, but oh my god, I have a life again. A life…” “Yes?” Chelsey said. She didn’t want to lose this cat, but this was all part of the plan. A good mother lets her children be themselves. “I don’t have any money, though. I’m just going to end up back there. Again.” “Which is why,” Chelsey said, “You can live at our home as long as you need. I don’t want to dump you off in the middle of nowhere. I want to help you live, reorder your life.” “So, you want to be, like, a guardian? Adoption services exist too, you know.” The cat missed the small slip of “our.” The dragon smirked, her fangs shiny and tall. “Sure, but I wanted to help someone in your position. It’s something I strongly care about.” Maria didn’t really understand this, but that cat seemed satisfied enough with this answer. “Sure. Thank you.” “…There will still be a few rules, but nothing that isn’t normal house stuff. I’ve got some surprises when we get home.” The cat’s attention was lost, though. The girl, maybe 22 or so, had her eyes out the window. The city’s towers were shrinking into rolling hills and cliff faces. They were on the highway now. It would be a long drive in the rain until they reached Chelsey’s home, now the home of two. A mother, and a daughter at least in a legal sense. But an emotional bond would come soon. The dragon craved it.

When The Hypno Kicks In By Horatio Husky Commissioned by AnnaNapps “Soft… Sqweh… Sqweh… Shee…” The lay rat on the lush mattress, wooden bars rising to form the borders of her simple crib. Coherent thoughts were long gone now, as she had succumbed fully to the hypnosis she had tried so hard to resist. Her mind had become a blank slate, all past memories, thoughts, and talents both learned and naturally gifted had been stripped away. They were gone, forever, leaving behind only the pleasant fog that enveloped her waking mind in a soft, flannel blanket. “Comfy… I wuv comfy… Comfy good… Good for whittle rattos… I’m whittle ratto… Smol…” The simple affirmation of her identity brought comfort to the rat, her limbs tingling and growing warmer as the temperature in the room rose slightly, altered by an unseen spell to ensure that her comfort was kept at the maximum level. Her setting was simple, only a crib and comfortable mattress to keep her company. The room is quiet, still, illuminated only by the last few beams of sunlight on a late afternoon. There was no need for there to be anything else in the room, other than the crib to hold her. Annie could not have escaped the room even if she was able to come up with such an idea. No, there was only the wonderful reality of laying on her back, in a soft bed, and feeling ever so happy to enjoy the delicate euphoria sustained by having a mind filled with nothing. “Baby… Goo’... Goo’ guwl… I’m… I’mma goow… Gurl… Baby guwl…” The thought of knowing that she was a good girl gave her immense pleasure, for she wiggled her bottom and tail in response to the personal affirmation. In her mind, she was a good girl, a good girl solely for the fact that she was laying quietly and obediently in her crib, where she was left to do just that. “Goow girls… Need big… BIG diapers… Goow guwls have… Accidents…” A delicate blush formed on the rat’s cheeks, a slight rosiness saturating the normally white fur with a pleasant pink color. Annie was indeed wearing only a diaper in addition to her pink t-shirt. There was a heart on the landing zone, and the rest of the pink and white padding had been carefully wrapped around her waist to ensure that it was a snug, secure fit. The adhesive had been magically sealed against her, though even now her paws remained too clumsy and uncoordinated to loop even a single paw pad underneath a tape. The cushion underneath her tushie was significant, lifting her up a whole two inches off of the mattress beneath her. Its front was robust, wide, and thickly layered. It rode up to her upper thighs. It was so secured and voluptuous in size that no matter what pose her body might be in as she rolled around, it would be able to catch even the largest of floods without a single drop leaking out. “Big… Poofy… Puh… Puh… Poopy… Goow girls go poopy in poofy…” She mused to herself, idly dragging a limp wrist down to the front of her diaper to give her front a weak squeeze. Annie had become enamored by her diaper ever since her brain had been completely washed. It was her favorite part of her wardrobe, always there, sometimes crinkling to remind her that she was safe, and perpetually ready to hold all the messes that inevitably dribbled out of her when she was not paying attention. And Annie could no longer pay attention. She squeezed her thighs together, held apart by a good foot and a half by the sheer bulk of the diaper. Had she been willing, she would find that she would no longer be able to walk with such an immense bulk. Crawling too would be difficult, but given just how cozy she was feeling laying on her back she had no intention of moving anywhere. No, she would stay put, where everything was easy-going and okay. “Good guwls… Piddle… Diapers hold baby princess ratto piddles… No puddles… Only… Soggy woggy… Princess… Pampers…” Annie let out a little accident, trickling out of her only to be eagerly lapped up and absorbed by her diaper. It barely put a dent in the total amount the undergarment could absorb, for she had many such miniature accidents throughout her hours of languishing about. She did not mind. In fact, Annie quite liked how the diaper felt after she had wet it, the warmth of her pee radiating back into her fur to remind her that it was okay to pee in her diapers. That was what they were for, after all, to keep her safe and comfortable as she lay in her crib. “I’m… Mah… Mommy’s widdle… Puddle princess… Goow girls… Are soggy guwls…” This mantra would often repeat itself inside of her shallow consciousness, eliciting a sense of reward and euphoria that sometimes caused her to pass out from the sheer force of good feelings. Using her diaper was her favorite part of the day, and she could not even control when she had to go in it. It was a happy accident, every accident, and waking up from her pleasure-filled dreams into her waking stupor meant only that she would be awake for yet more accidents for her to relish and gurgle at. “Make stimkies… Annie… Gotta go… Make… Stimkies… Gotta… Do pushies… Good guwls… Do pushies…” Annie could feel it, the tell-tale signs that her tummy needed a little bit more room for more treats that would cause her to drool onto her shirt. Though the rat had no capacity to remember just how many diapers she had gone through that day, this was her fourth. Whenever she felt the slightest inclination to mess herself, she did without hesitation. The lavish feeling of being unable to pick herself up, move about, or even adjust herself inside of the overwhelming thick diapers made it so she would remain laying in her mess. Whenever she pushed, her accident remained firmly underneath her bottom, the earthy scent rising up to meet her nostrils and triggering a conditional embarrassment response. She would feel self-conscious at first, messy and dirty, which would eventually progress into a state of quiet reflection. Lastly, she would grow a little upset, and small cries would turn into sobs until tears would glisten in the corners of her eyes. That was when there was attention brought to her, soothing words and warm paws would lower the bars of the crib to change her well-used diaper. Her bottom would be lifted, wiped down and powdered with a generous helping of powder. Her ‘special spot’ too would be worshiped with warm, wet wipes. She quite liked this part, though she could no longer understand why, it was just a pleasant feeling, and it always came with a final reward. A fresh diaper, snuggly diapered, serving as the finest pillow for her now clean bottom, only to be defiled and distorted a few hours later when she had yet another moment of weakness. “Hurt… Tummy ouchie… Gotta… Gotta… Go… Make pushies…” The rat emitted a grunt, scrunching her face and balling her fists against her chest as she raised her knees upwards. The accident came, her tail swishing to the side to allow for more leverage as several loud sounds of flatulence became muffled in the seat of her princess pampers. Her bottom distorted slightly, bulging outwards and then sagging downwards as she pooped. So came the torrent, a flood gushing into the front of her patiently waiting diaper front as she fully relieved herself. Annie lowered her legs, her weight back down on her now messy diaper as she heaved a sigh of relief. The warmth from her fresh accident comforted her, and she wriggled her thighs and hips inside of her used padding, relishing the sensation of having completely soiled herself. Words became lost, as her thoughts could no longer articulate her feelings. Only sensations remained, the last threads of her adult mind vanishing into the abyss never to be retrieved again. Good feeling… Squishy feeling… Warm feeling… I did good to poop my pants… Good girl. “Goo’... Guwl… Goo’... Guwl… Goo’... Guwl…” Only two words remained, the only two words that she needed, for they accomplished everything that she wanted. Annie only wanted to feel good, to supplicate her body and diaper with the affirmation that she was only a baby rat that used her diapers. It was sufficient, no greater desires or wishes came to her mind other than being changed into clean diapers to turn them into messy ones. It was her sole point of interest. Now, she guided her paw to the front of her diaper, groping and poking at the thick, sodden material as yet another jet of pee escaped her, filling it further. She felt the urine drip down her front, seeping down into the flattened cake of her messy accident and mingling with it. Like so much mud against her backside, she wriggled around further, soft gurgles escaping her mouth as the sensation of being in a thoroughly used diaper spiked her dopamine levels to obscene levels. She would never be free from this high, her body would now be fully dependent on using her diapers several times a day to remain functional. It was her only source of happiness, and what a bountiful source of euphoria and glee it was. She would lay in her crib, piddle and push in her diapers, and reminder herself that she was a very “Goo’ guwl” for all eternity. This was her lot in life now, and it had now become irreversible. “Oh dear, it smells like someone just left me a little present in their diaper.” Came the voice belonging to the large, plush lop-eared rabbit. This was the only face Annie knew, and the only one she saw. Enchanted with a spell and given life with magic, this stuffed animal remained inanimate in another room, rising only to feed, wash, change, and clothe Annie when she needed it. It was all the rat needed, spending her days laying in a crib with nothing but the sheer blankness of her mind to keep her happy. She hardly understood the words that came from the rabbit now, but she appreciated the soft tones that she used. The rabbit spared no amount of effort ensuring that Annie remained calm and well-behaved, keeping her well fed and hydrated to maintain the rat’s only purpose for existing in her nursery. To use her diapers, to love her diapers, and to be completely dependent on her soft, pink diapers. “Now then, let me wipe that poopy little butt of yours and let’s put you into a fresh, new diaper. Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetheart?” The rabbit cooed, lowering the bars of the crib before reaching forward to gently cup the bottom of Annie’s diaper. She continued, her voice slightly bemused as she shouldered her diaper bag and deposited it down on the mattress next to Annie. “Oh my, it feels like you really did a number on this one, baby girl. Now then, let’s see what surprises you left me this time around.” The nursery was then filled only with the sound of tapes being slowly ripped off, and the crinkling of plastic as her diaper was unfolded. The rabbit took her time cleaning Annie up, letting the rat enjoy her touch and the pleasant sensation of having her fur wiped. There was no rush, after all, for the rat’s fate was filled with only the inevitability of a diaper change. No cause for hurry, for Annie was never to leave the confines of her crib, standing in the dungeon’s nursery, for the rest of her blissful days. When the Hypno Kicks In [Comm].pdf